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Faarbera was ancient land, home to many rising and fallen civilizations over the eons. Civilization grew in the vast land and, with it, the exploitation of the planet's resources and magic.

However, these corrupting forces did not go unchallenged. The planet gave birth to powerful idols to protect itself. They rose with the hardness of the earth, the speed of winds, the might of crashing waves and the power of an erupting volcano.

Those eventually came to be known as The Guardians. A group of half-man half-beast warriors who protected Faarbera from the rampant side-effects of civilization growth.

The Guardians shared the known continents based on the cardinal points. The avians protected the northern mountains, large mammals guarded the plains to the west, quick mammals defended the southern jungles, and reptiles patrolled the eastern deserts.

Among the southern guardians, none were as powerful or fast as their leader, Kansan. A hero born with sharp senses, mighty musculature and a cunning mind. But, Kansan wasn't perfect. His prowess gave him an unbearable ego and his moodiness gave him an insatiable power hunger. Kansan was a leader and always came through when it mattered the most.

It had been a day like many others. The south republic of Nasi threatened to disturb the flow of an important river in the jungle and the Guardians foiled their plans.

That day in particular, Kansan had been hungry to test his limits. The results were a mixed bag. At the cost of helping to defeat the foe, he tired himself to the point he had difficulty walking back to the base.

They sneaked through the green and reached the HQ; a circle of complex tents, one for each of the six beast-men. Most of them joined in a large feast to celebrate the day's victory, but not Kansan. The cheetah could barely limp to his house and drop flat on the haystack he used as a seat.

The feline released a heavy sigh as he looked at the ceiling. For a while, he became so engrossed in just relaxing; he didn't even notice a human entering his tent.

"Kansan," he said. "Are you there?"

The man in question was Gryffin Twosong. Once, seasons ago, his village was attacked in an effort to expand a major city. The Guardians put an end to expansion and saved the settlement. The human, in return, vowed to serve them with all he got. Initially resistant, the beast-men grew to appreciate the help Gryffin provided.

Most of them treated the human as an equal; Kansan did not.

"Oy, Gryff. What do you want?"

"It's Gryffin. Anyway, the others are having a feast. Aren't you coming?"

"Nah, not feeling it."

"Mmkay. Later, then."

Something triggered inside Kansan. The human didn't even try to convince the cheetah to come, nor did he ask what he was feeling. That just wouldn't do.

"Actually, Gryff," the feline stopped the human. "Why don't you fix me a bath, huh? I could really use one right now."

"Eh?" Gryffin looked out the door. "But I want to go to the feast, Kansan."

"Now, now. That's no way to repay the kindness I-we did to you, is it? We saved your life, after all."

The human grunted and pouted. After looking out the door and back to the feline--who had by then a smug smile--he sighed and accepted his position.

"I'll fetch the pail."

Gryffin obeyed the order with disgust on his face. It took multiple trips to fill the wooden tub in Kansan's hut, which only increased the humiliation. Each time he passed through the beast-men's celebration, he cursed the cheetah.

After six trips, the vessel became filled enough for the feline's tastes.

"Good work, boy," said Kansan.

"Great," the sarcastic tone escaped the human's lips. "Can I go now?"

"Not yet, Gryff. Got to check if the water's good, you know?"

Gryffin grunted while the cheetah smirked again.

Kansan rose from his seat, much more relaxed, and began disrobing himself. Noticing what was happening, the human averted his gaze as he blushed; but not before taking a peek at the beast-man's privates. And the cheetah noted it.

That man had seen the Guardians nude a handful of times, since they weren't too shy about showing their bodies. Perhaps the image of a beastly body and genitals wasn't arousing to most, but Gryffin had grown to appreciate their form. Some nights, he had even let his thoughts stray to the image of the naked beast-men when pleasuring himself.

All that was an open secret. Most Guardians avoided showing off their bodies in respect for the young man, but not Kansan.

Being given genitalia but not having anyone to deal with his carnal desires, the cheetah found himself pent-up from time to time. So, having someone lust over his body gave him a sense of satisfaction he hardly felt.

But at that moment, Kansan pretended not to see anything and just slowly got into the water-filled vessel.

Despite lacking the usual facilities civilization can give, they still had access to lukewarm water thanks to natural hot springs nearby. So when Kansan dipped his toes, the liquid was warmly pleasant.

He continued to lower into the tub, still with deliberation; almost as if teasing someone. First, his whole feet were in, then with the help of the vessel's border, he slid his legs and crotch into the water. Soon he sat soaking his lower body from toe to navel.

After he adjusted himself, swerving the water, he released a mighty grunt as the cheetah stretched his whole body.

"Ah!" Said Kansan. "That's the stuff."

"G-Good," replied the human, finally able to look back at the man. "Can I, uh, go now?"

The feline could have just released his "lackey" right then. He had already teased the fellow, made him blush and probably hard. But that mere taste of power wasn't enough for Kansan; he wanted a full course meal.

"Actually," said the feline, "today's fighting and running made my feet all sore!" He shot a sarcastic grin at the human. "Why don't you take care of that for me?"

"W-What!" Asked Gryffin, still nervous from earlier.

In response, the cheetah put his feet on the border of the wooden vessel and moved each of his claw-clad toes. "Why don't you start with a massage, and we see how it goes from there, hmm?"

The human went from confused to flushed and absolutely stiff once he understood the request. He stood still, looking at the bestial paws calling for him. That reaction only pushed Kansan's buttons more.

"Well?" said the cheetah. "Get to it!"

"I, uh-"

Gryffin wanted to say no. His mind begged for him to leave and tell the other guardians how much of a creep their leader was that afternoon. But looking at those feet enticing him had his heart saying otherwise.

The human gulped before feigning distaste. "Ugh, fine."

"Atta, boy."

Relegated to his position, the human crouched by the bathtub where he could access the paws more easily.

He was finally face-to-face with them; they were bigger than expected. Though wet, the fur was still short and close to the wrinkly soles. Despite being barefoot all day and the intensity of his movement, the cheetah took good care of his feet. No foulness lingered between his toes, no harsh scrapes in his heels...

"Oy! You're gonna start or what?"

It seemed the man had been staring for too long. It was time to get to work. But what to do? Not like anyone had ever even considered asking Gryffin for a massage ever. The human quickly improvised, lest the feline get angry.

"Here we go," mumbled the human.

First, he grabbed the right paw on both sides, putting his thumbs on the ball of the foot. Then, he dug his digits with a reluctant shyness, alternating which finger pressed down on the sole.

His doubt over the quality of his service came to a close when the cheetah released a satisfied sigh.

"Ah," said Kansan, "that's the stuff! Work on the whole thing now."

By that he probably meant the entire sole, so Gryff did that. The man's digits wandered from ball to heel, feeling up all that foot. It bore a contradictory mix of hardness and softness, strength and fragility, and even a touch of virility.

"Good, good," the feline curled and uncurled all his toes. "Now give the other one some love, Gryff."

The man obeyed, but not out of obligation. As he worked on the left paw, he realized how much nicer that last request had been. Maybe he enjoyed it?

Blood rushed to his cheeks when the realization hit. He had already come to terms with being attracted to the beast-men, but that was a different, new feeling. Kansan's feet themselves seemed alluring, somehow.

Serving the cheetah, being told he was doing a good job, and the natural attraction to the feline created a blend of feelings that made the man happy and excited.

Such "excitement" did not go unnoticed.

Kansan grunted. "Enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

If Gryff's flushedness wasn't obvious already, it became so with that comment.

The human stopped the massage. "W-What?"

"Don't play dumb, Gryff. I can tell you are worked up from here!"

The feline laughed, the human fumbled with his words. How embarrassing to be read so easily and quickly; embarrassing and arousing.

"Oy, don't be ashamed. Just do what seems right, boy."

The man had no answer, especially not after realizing a hardness had grown inside his pants. The cheetah was right. Gryff was worked up and wanted more. But he needed a little push.

Kansan crept his feet closer to the human's face. "Lick them, Gryffin."

The man gulped. Suddenly straying from the paws in front of him became impossible. The cheetah's words echoed in his mind, making him even more flushed until he had no choice but to give in.

In huffs and with closed eyes, Gryff put his tongue out and drew his face closer and closer to the foot. The time before impact was unbearable, but mercifully brief.

Then, contact. Immediately the it hit, wet fur mixed with a wild, natural taste; not unpleasant at all. The texture too was foreign, but nice. Very much unlike skin, the myriad of little strands of fur tickled his tongue.

He didn't stay still for long. Slowly, he raised his head, going from the lower arch all the way to the upper sole and down again. With each lick, his movements grew faster and his tongue more curious.

Needless to say, Kansan was enjoying having the human go so low as to obey the depreciatory request.

"Good boy," said the feline, as he curled and uncurled his toes. "Now suck on them."

Shame didn't even cross Gryff's mind; the action already made him drunk on ecstasy.

He put his lips on the sole of the cheetah's toes and gave them little pecks. The human found Kansan retracting his claws, which proved Kansan still had a shred of compassion for his "lackey."

It was right then, as smooches turned into nibbles, when the human gave in. His face reddened, his breath grew heavy, his cock stiffened; his whole body begged to please.

He put his lips around the middle toe and began working. Sucking, licking, bobbing his head up and down while getting the same flavor again and again.

While the beast-man enjoyed the power he had over the human, something else took hold. Domination pleased him, but having someone adore and please his body like that created a stiffness in his sheath.

Then, his hand dipped below the water, making a beeline to the new hardness calling for him. After a little stimulation, his barbed penis was out and hard. He gave it slow strokes, which made his breath heavier.

"Aw," said the cheetah to his subordinate, "my other foot is feeling left out."

Gryff didn't need to be ordered. Eyes closed, his mouth moved to the other footpaw, doing the same as he had done before. Tasting the sole, licking between the toes, sucking each digit, kissing every tip; nothing went without probing.

The experience aroused both men. To the point Kansan's dick wanted more attention than his feet.

Without warning, the cheetah pulled his feet away from the man. He moved around, sloshing the water in the tub, trying to stand up. Once he did, the human got a good view of Kansan's excited body.

Hand still on his cock, the feline beckoned Gryff with his finger. He needed no words, the man was ready to serve the beast-man with all he had.

Gryff moved to the edge of the tub and kneeled until he was face-to-face with Kansan's bestial penis. He wanted to admire the details of the barbed shaft, but the cheetah had other plans.

Holding the human by the head and, with a powerful push, Kansan made his dick penetrate Gryff's mouth. The human was surprised, but ready.

The feline made his head bob on that penis over and over. Lost to the scent of wet fur and to the taste of feline pre-cum, the human let his head become nothing but a cocksleeve for his master.

Kansan felt good; good enough to finish then and there. And yet, even when it seemed he had absolute power over poor Gryff, he needed more.

The cheetah pulled the human's head back one last time and, with his superhuman strength, pulled him into standing up.

"Disrobe, now!" said the thirsty feline, in an almost enraged tone.

The intonation didn't bother Gryff. The man haphazardly threw his long, green jacket and all other clothes to the ground. Though the human didn't put on too much of a show, the eager feline watched the growing nakedness of his lackey while stroking his penis.

Soon, both men were naked, hard, and ready to fuck.

Kansan flipped the other man so that his plump cheeks presented themselves to him. So lustful was the cheetah he did not even stop to appreciate the slender figure in front of him. He spread that ass with his fingers and pushed his manhood in; Gryff moaned in response.

No further thought was given. Kansan started pounding with power and speed. Water and pre-cum weren't the best lube for the situation, but they worked fine, allowing rod and hole to work together for the sake of pleasure.

The cheetah held the man by the waist and forced him back and forth on his crotch, mating him relentlessly. The human didn't have the power to pleasure himself, but his own penis dribbled pre everywhere with each thrust.

Sounds of feral grunts from Kansan, sharp moans by Gryff, and the noise of wet bodies hitting each other echoed through the housing and probably even beyond.

When the feline was close, he took his hands from the waistline and wrapped his arms around the man's torso. After that, he pounded the human ever harder with lustful pelvic thrusts.

It became too much for the poor man. Gryff came with a loud moan, sloppily shooting white ropes into the air while getting fucked in the ass.

Kansan still had some energy in him, but not too much. A few seconds after noticing he had made his lackey cum hands-free, he ejaculated himself. Hot, bestial seed filled every space it could find inside the man and Gryff felt it all.

By the end, both males were panting messes. They would have lingered in the afterglow, but then the feline pulled both bodies down into the tub.

Water flew everywhere as a confused Gryffin and a laughing Kansan submerged into the vessel. Kansan had put his body between the young man and the ground, so no harm would come to him.

"Ow," exclaimed the human. "What was that for?"

"Haha! I wanted to see the look on your face," he growled.

They stood in a small pocket of silence. As Gryffin realized he was laying naked in the bathtub with his head on the feline's pecs, being embraced by him, his face grew redder.

"You did good, Gryffin," the cheetah smiled.

Suddenly, Kansan took the man's face and gave it a hearty lick on the cheek. The feeling of the feline tongue weirded the man out, but welcomed the sweet gesture.

The youth also noted how tired he was. He didn't want to fall asleep right there, but his body didn't give him a choice.

The human woke up a while later, still naked but in the haystack, covered by a heavy blanket. The position confused him enough, but the fact he was alone in Kansan's house made even less sense.

He wasn't by himself for long, as none other than Kansan came through the door and called the young man.

"Oy, you're awake! You slept like a log! Haha!"

The human, noticing the coming Guardian, rushed to cover his shame while blushing. The feline's response was a smirk.

"Hiding yourself after what we did? I'm hurt, Gryff."

He looked away. "Sorry."

"I was just messing with you." The cheetah then crouched by the haystack, passing something to the embarrassed man. "Here, got you these."

When his eyes returned to the beast-man, he found the feline carrying plates of roasted meats and vegetables. It took little for Gryffin to put two and two together; those were from the feast.

"Wow," said the youth as he grabbed the plates, "thanks, Kansan."

"No problem. Just a little reward for earlier." He leaned into the young man's ear so he could whisper. "And I hope we can do it again sometime."

Gryffin's cheeks grew even redder. Do it again, huh? Now that sounded like a good idea.