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Keep The Hyena Happy

For mega-anubis12

By Draconicon

Arch sat on a rock by the fire that he'd started, looking at the raccoon across the flames. The bound bandit barely looked like the threat that had been bringing villages to their knees of late, and he chuckled to himself as he remembered the short 'fight' between the two of them. If one could call it that, at least; the raccoon had been trying to run away as soon as he saw the hyena coming his way, and it had been more like a brief chase followed by a knock on the noggin to bring the little guy down.

Little. Well, Arch supposed he couldn't quite call the raccoon that. He had his muscles, not many, but he had them. The bandit had the sort of build of someone that was used to slithering out of the grip of the law, someone that knew the value of a lean, sinewy body rather than the thicker, thug bodies that some of the other bandits had had.

Not that they were any better.

The armored hyena tossed a few more sticks in the blaze, settling them in so that the fire would take care of itself for a while. He shuffled back on the rock, armor plates clinking together as he folded his hands over his lap.

"So, want to beg for your life anymore, Ryder?" he asked.

"Fuck you."

"I'm just saying. You know. If you want to get it out of the way."

"Hmmmph."

"You're not going to get a better deal when we get you to town. They're going to want you dead. I might be open to more persuasion."

Not really, but the bandit didn't know that. The one-eyed raccoon turned to look at him, glowering his way. It was no different to the hundreds of other glares that he had received over his career as a bounty hunter, and Arch shrugged his shoulders.

As he started jury-rigging a spit for the fire, he made sure to show off just a bit. Armored he might be, but it was still the sort of armor that showed off his physique. For a hyena, he had some thick shoulders, and his arms, where they popped past the plates he wore, were thick with muscle. They had to be for the big sword on his back, and for the bow that he occasionally used to net the fast runners.

But that was neither here nor there. He saw the way that the raccoon looked at him, and chuckled. He'd pegged Ryder as a guy that did a lot of fucking around, a lot of sleeping around with his bandits. He'd probably gotten fucked once or twice in his past, probably gotten into bottoming since he wasn't the big top dog that he needed to be.

The usual sly look of some bandit thinking that he could slut his way out of a capture popped onto the raccoon's face, and he chuckled to himself.

"You know -"

"Lemme stop you there," Arch said.

"What?"

"I know what you're thinking, and I'm gonna tell you, that's not going to work."

"You don't know."

"You're going to offer your ass, and then you're going to try and stab me in the back just before I cum."

"..." Ryder stared at him, mouth agape, and Arch chuckled.

"Told ya."

"How did you -"

"Trust me, not the first time that someone's offered me that. You only have to get stabbed in the thigh once before you stop thinking about it seriously."

"Hmmph. Then what do you want?"

"Tell you what. Let me get this finished, and I'll give you a counter-offer."

The hyena continued his work with the spit, getting it properly set up over the fire before throwing a couple of birds over it. They'd already been plucked and gutted; they just needed some time to roast before they were safe to eat. Getting it in the proper position, he reached down to his boots, slowly sliding the long, iron shoes off of his paws.

The whole time, Ryder was watching him with suspicion, and that was probably for the best. It meant that the raccoon wasn't such an idiot as he appeared, and it meant that there might be a good reason to make the offer that he had in mind.

Eventually, he propped his feet up so that the dark pads along his toes and the ball of his foot was facing the fire. Almost immediately, the undersides started to pop with sweat, running down along the fur and through the pads themselves. He smiled as he wiggled his toes, keeping Ryder's eyes on them.

"Here's the deal, big guy. You do what I say for the night, and I'll put in a good word with the village when we get back. See if we can get you doing time rather than settled up for the headman's stage, or up for the noose."

"Just...what? All you're going to do is talk to them?"

"Well, I can't promise what they'll do when I turn my back, can I?"

"But..."

"Or you can just take the certain death." Arch shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms over his chest as he wiggled his toes. "Up to you, really?"

"..."

Ryder growled, looking down at the grass. The field was empty apart from the two of them. The raccoon's bandits had been scattered in the other direction, and there was no chance in hell that they would come back to rescue this guy. Arch knew that for a fact. This raccoon had gotten his position through luck, sluttiness, and who knew what else, but not through any sort of natural leadership.

No, he was not the sort of guy that would hold onto the loyalties of others. He just had them until he did something stupid enough to lose them.

"We have a deal?" he asked.

"Hmmph...fine."

"Then get over here. I haven't had a paw-tender for the last few months."

"Paw - oh, you have got to be kidding..."

"Nope. Get over here."

The fact that the raccoon hesitated told him that the bandit had some idea of what was to come. Arch did have some reputation, after all, though it was hardly something that would have spread far and wide just yet. He wiggled his toes, making it clear that the raccoon was going to have to come forward at some point.

Eventually, Ryder did just that, grumbling as he sidled forward. His hands were tied behind his back, meaning that he couldn't reach out for them, but that was fine. The hyena was happy enough to get them licked this way. He smiled as he lifted one foot, wiggling his toes, putting them on display.

"Open up."

"Mmmph...I can't believe I'm - mmmph!"

"I didn't say talk. I said, open up."

He smiled, one of his paws pressed against the raccoon's tongue, the other lifting up just a bit so that he could curl his toes over the raccoon's nose. The feeling of those twitching nostrils against the bottom of his pads was just sublime, and he leaned his head back slightly to enjoy the feeling of the air puffing through his toes.

"Thaaaat's it. Just breathe it in. Breathe it in and lick them clean."

There was no response from the raccoon at that, save to start following orders. The feeling of that tongue wiping back and forth across his toes was lovely, but it was the sight of what his scent was doing that really got him going.

One breath, two, three, and he could see the raccoon's bulge starting to push forward in his pants. Yes, that was what he was expecting. Most people started to have that reaction to his paws, always starting to get a little stiff, a little...eager. He supposed that it was the smell, the pheromones that he put out or something like that. There was an alchemist somewhere that had tried to do a study on his paws, to figure out what made the hyena's soles so very good at getting people in the mood, but...

Well, it seemed that the alchemist hadn't exactly been immune to it, and Arch had ended up getting his paws licked and worshiped more than he'd gotten them studied.

The hyena idly patted the armor plate over his crotch, feeling his cock starting to rise as he watched the raccoon slowly start settling down into the aroused state that the musk of his paws put the bandit in. He smiled, slowly pulling his wet toes free, replacing them with the dry ones that had been over the bandit's nose.

"That's a good little bandit. How's it feel?"

"Mmph...what...what did you do...to me?" Ryder grunted.

"Nothing that you didn't deserve. Besides, you said that you'd do whatever I said so that you can keep your head attached, remember?"

"Mmmph...not..."

"Ah ah. No. Now. I'm going to take your pants off. Breathe in."

The hyena waited until the raccoon was breathing in as ordered, that stiff bulge getting a little bit stiffer. He waited for a half-second longer, and then brought both his feet down, dragging those leather pants down, exposing the throbbing rod. It wasn't that big, unsurprisingly, but he still ground his toes against the tip.

That was enough to get Ryder gasping, and the raccoon's eyes went wide.

"You...how..."

"My paws do weird things. I still don't know how, but it's fun."

"You...you..."

"Ah."

He brought one paw back up, curling his toes to trap the raccoon's mouth shut. Just enough to keep him breathing through the toes, though. Arch liked that.

"No more talking. You're going to get right to the edge from my paws, and then...well, we'll see where things go after that. Now, do well, or I'll be tempted to re-think this little deal. Understand?"

The raccoon nodded.

"Good. Now...get to work...hump...and lick..."

The End

Summary: Arch the hyena sellsword has captured a bounty. Before taking him back for the reward, though, he offers the raccoon a chance to save his own head.

Tags: M/M, raccoon, hyena, fantasy, foot fetish, musk, mind control, corruption, throbbing, foot worship, erection, fetish implantation, embarrassment, bandit, bondage, footjob,