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The following story contains the following acts:

Oral

Footpaw Fetish

Not to mention, it's furs going at it like rabbits, er...bad pun, sorry.... Anyway, young 'ens...if yer too young...that is, under 18...go away!

Chapter 5: Recovery is a Long Road

The day had come and the doctors told Trelute that he was able to be discharged from the hospital. He was almost tired of everyone fussing over him. He just wished that he would get better so Sam and Ashlan, even Terry, would stop mothering him. It would be inconveniencing for a few weeks as the injured Golden Retriever would have to wear bandages for his broken ribs. He also would need to wear a specialized brace for his muzzle to make sure his nose healed properly. Altogether, he felt rather foolish wearing all those bandages, but he also knew that it was necessary.

On the day of his discharge, Ashlan made good on his promise and insisted that Tre stay at his place for a week or two until he was mostly healed. The wolf wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Now, Tre, if anything, I am your boss, and since you were injured while working, I am responsible for you, so you just stay here like a good puppy," Ashlan said, smiling softly to Tre as the wolf, along with Sam, helped Trelute into their boss' very large home.

It was even larger than Tre's apartment, which is a hard thing to find in San Francisco. The style of the place was very modern. It was almost beautiful how the walls seemed to melt into each other around corners and up stairs. The other odd thing about the place was the many levels of the building. One couldn't really call them floors because one could look down from one level and see the level below.

The other thing that impressed Trelute immensely about the place was the elevator that was situated in essentially the middle of the building which lead to each level. Ashlan and Sam lead the dog to this elevator. Ashlan pressed the button for what was labeled "Guest Room" and the elevator moved up about three levels.

"Alright, Tre. This is your home for the next few weeks, so make yourself at home," said Tre's boss as Ashlan and Sam helped the injured canine into the guest bed. It was so soft...after the uncomfortable mattress of the hospital beds, Tre couldn't help but almost instantly fall asleep.

Meanwhile, Sam and Ashlan made their way downstairs to the main level of the apartment and sat at the breakfast table.

"Are you going into work today, sir?" the vixen asked Ashlan curiously.

Ashlan smiled softly and shook his head, "No, today I'm going to look after our patient and make sure he gets settled. I imagine that he will be sleeping for awhile now, so you can go on along to work. Should be a slow day. Tuesdays are always slow, so you shouldn't have any troubles, Sam. I do have a few...things to take care of before he wakes up, so you should run along to work."

The vixen nodded a bit and saw something strange in her boss' eye. It was almost a glimmer or...something more sinister. At this moment, her boss of five years was scaring her. She stood up a little quickly and gave Ashlan a half smile, nodding a bit, "Okay, boss wolf. Uh...mind if I stop by after work to check on him?"

Ashlan grinned a bit and nodded some before leading Sam to the door. Once she left, the wolf went to his car and pulled a briefcase from his trunk. The large wolf made his way back into the house and locked the door. Setting the case down, the wolf grabbed himself a beer from the refrigerator and opened the case, revealing a brand new short barreled Colt revolver. He chuckled a bit to himself.

This was the weapon that would finish the bastard who hurt his Trelute. Oh, it wouldn't be quick by any means. This was just the thing he wanted to use the finish the job. He grabbed the pack of bullets and placed both into a drawer in the kitchen which happened to have a lock.

After the weapon was locked away, Ashlan went to his computer. He had a few more people to contact who made be able to help him find Tre's attacker. He knew that if he could just get his paw around that cat's scrawny neck that he would make him pay dearly for hurting his love.

A few days went by and Ashlan insisted that Trelute stay in bed and let him handle everything. He brought food in for the Retriever, helped him use the restroom, even bought a TV to put in the bedroom so that Tre could watch some TV. All in all, Tre hated being there. He certainly appreciated what Ashlan was trying to do for him, but he hated being waited on. It made him felt weak. It made him feel weak in a way he hadn't felt in many years, since he was a child.

He hadn't spoken of his childhood to anyone before. He worried that by telling someone, they might be able to use it to hurt him like all the children did in school. It was a foolish thought, but one he couldn't shake from his mind.

He, therefore, endured to mothering of his boss. An intercom was installed beside the bed so that Tre could call Ashlan for help, but after a few days, the wolf had to return to work. This meant that Trelute was finally able to do things for himself. He certainly couldn't manage stairs quite yet, but there was the elevator.

On the dresser were a few things of the canine's, including his cell phone. He suddenly had an idea and smiled. He picked up the cell phone and called Teribold. Oddly, he felt a bit nervous as he awaited the otter to pick up on the other end.

"Hello?" said a familiar voice on the other side of the conversation.

Tre couldn't help but smile, "Hey...Terry? It's Tre!"

"Oh hey! I wasn't sure if I would hear from you again...how're you doing?"

"You're crazy. Why wouldn't I want to talk to you again? I was only wondering what you were up to today," Tre said as he sat on the bed.

"Well, let's see...I do have an appointment to sit around on my ass until noon, but I'm free after that," the otter replied.

Tre grinned and bit and let out a giggle, "Think maybe you could cancel that appointment and make one to come here and spend some time with me? My boss had to go back to work at this place is lonely."

The otter certainly had no objections to that and replied that all he would need to do is take a shower and he would be right over. They said goodbyes and hung up. Tre was ecstatic. He found that he actually missed Terry. It was strange, they didn't know each other that well, but Tre was thinking that it was quite possible for him to get some feelings for this otter. He laid back down in bed, fixing his sweatpants a little as he relaxed, waiting.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. Tre smiled and pressed the button next to his bed, which buzzed the visitor in. The door opened and Tre called out.

"Hey, Terry! I'll be right down!" he said as he limped toward the elevator.

As he reached the elevator, he paused.

"Terry?" he called out. It was kind of odd that the otter wasn't responding since the levels were open, so even if you were on the top one, you could call down and be heard from the first level.

"Terry, you there?" he called down again, but still received no answer. A moment later, the elevator started, making Tre gasp as he hadn't pressed the button. His eyes darted up to find that the elevator was on the first level.

Shit! He'd found Tre! The cat had found him and he'd let him in! How stupid could he be to not ask who was at the door first! He looked around in a panicked state. There was no place to hide. He hurried to the balcony. He hoped that the curtains of the doors might be enough to hide him. Tre pushed the doors open and closed them carefully so as not to make a sound.

Just as he closed the doors, he heard the elevator open on his level. He saw the shadowy figure in the room, looking around. He could make out the outline of a weapon in the cat's paw. It looked either like a club of a bludgeon of some sort. Tre sunk down against the balcony, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Suddenly, the doors flew open.

"Found ya!" called out the voice of Teribold. He gasped as he saw the terrified look of Trelute and flung the small bouquet of flowers that he was holding on the table that sat on the balcony, rushing to Tre's side, "Tre, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"Thought...thought you were...were him!" Tre called out, still panicking a bit.

"Oh God, Tre...I'm so sorry, I was just trying to surprise you!"

Tre leaned over into Terry's chest and wept. He knew that he sounded like a scared little girl, but he didn't care. He could get over being startled like he was. That wasn't really why he was crying. Tre cried because he knew that he would never really be over this. He thought that he was past it, but every feline he saw on the street would be the one who hurt him; who almost killed him.

Terry just held Tre and rocked him a little back and forth, trying to comfort him. He whispered apologies over and over, worrying that he had broken Tre with his surprise.

After about ten minutes, Tre slowly stopped his crying and looked up, seeming to see Terry for the first time, "T-terry! Oh, Terry..."

The otter looked quite concerned, "Tre, please forgive me. I shouldn't have--"

The canine shook his head. Slowly, he leaned up and pressed his lips to the otter's brown muzzle, kissing him softly, "Help me inside, will you?"

The otter gave a very gentle blush and nodded, slowly lifting the Golden Retriever up to help him back into the bedroom.

Ashlan sat in his office at Pizza party and was going through a few client receipts, making sure he gave out the correct money to the employees who put in a little extra for those special clients when suddenly the door opened.

"I'm busy, come back later," Ashlan said without even looking up.

"Too busy for me?" a voice asked, causing the wolf to look up quickly, seeing a man he knew very well.

The wolf stood up and walked around the desk, smirking. "Hello, Detective Aegis."

In the doorway was a middle-aged looking wolf. His fur had started to grey, but he was one of those males who would be intimidating to most everyone: except Ashlan.

"Mr. Delaraux," said the older wolf. He was one of the few who knew Ashlan's last name.

The two wolves had a long history together. Aegis was the first cop to bust Ashlan when he was a hustler in the Tenderloin District of San Francisco. Even after Ashlan went "clean" and started Pizza Party, the detective had made regular visits, not wholly convinced of the legitimacy of the business. Ashlan assumed that this day would be no different than their other encounters.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Detective?" Ashlan asked, leaning against his desk, not breaking eye contact with the other wolf.

Aegis pulled a notebook from his back pocket, "Well, it appears you've been doing a lot of delving into police record lately. Looking at criminal histories and the like. I was wondering if you could explain why."

Ashlan shrugged, having already concocted a plausible explanation for why he had been looking up criminal records, "Well, detective, we get a lot of shady characters in here sometimes and I was just making sure they weren't wanted or anything. If they were, I would have of course reported them to you."

Aegis scoffed, "Give me a break, Delaraux. You've had a week to come up with something better than that! I heard about your employee. And I know you. Is it a coincidence that you're looking solely for feline criminals and he happened to be attacked by a feline suspect?"

Ashlan shifted slightly at that. Usually Aegis took Ashlan's word mostly to hear with a little suspicious. He'd never openly challenged the wolf, which he wasn't prepared for.

"Look, you've got nothing on me, Aegis. You've been riding my ass for ten years, and not in a good way," he said, smirking at the detective's face at the homosexual comment. Ashlan loved waving his sexuality in the other wolf's face, it made it a little easier to manipulate him as well, "and this is becoming borderline harassment. I've been a good sport, since I certainly was a criminal. But I'm beginning to lose my patience with you. I think you should leave."

Aegis gave a slight smirk, knowing he'd hit a chord with the younger wolf and could have sworn he saw guilt in Ashlan's eyes, "Fine, I'll leave. But, don't be surprised if I come back with a search warrant. Then I'll expose you're little brothel for all that it is."

The detective turned and left Ashlan's office and as soon as he left, Ashlan slammed his fist onto his desk in anger and frustration. The wolf sat behind his desk again. He only had one more shot. He had to be certain that he had found the fucker who'd hurt Trelute. He couldn't afford another mistake...the cops were onto him.

Trelute and Terry sat in the large living room of Ashlan's apartment watching the huge big screen TV. In reality, it was a projection television with a large blank screen on the wall, with a projector projecting the image onto the screen. Terry had been impressed.

For a long while, the two sat at opposite ends of the couch, watching Law and Order. They had discovered each other's love for the show and were very content to guess whether McCoy would smack down the defense with a brilliant closing argument or if Detective Green would lose his temper and beat the crap out of a suspect.

Once the show was over, both started to feel a bit hungry. And Tre could hear Terry's stomach rumbling, which made him giggle.

"I'm guessing we need to order a pizza, huh?" he asked.

"Hehe, might be a good idea," replied Terry.

"Cool, we can call my work; Pizza Party," Tre said and immediately regretted it. This was coming dangerously close to one of his major fears: Teribold finding out he was a prostitute and not liking him anymore, "Or, maybe not...I eat there a lot obviously..."

The otter grinned and nodded, "Totally understand. You wouldn't believe how much hospital food I eat! Let's get Chinese."

He was a bit relieved at Terry's suggestion of Chinese food. He nodded and they ordered over the phone, laughing at having to tell the other person on the phone what they wanted four times before they understood.

Within twenty minutes, the food was delivered and the delivery boy showed up. After they closed the door, Terry giggled.

"What?" Tre asked, smirking a little.

"Did you see the hard-on he got from seeing you?" The otter said, bursting out laughing, "It was so cute!"

Tre blushed a little, "Pfft, it was probably from seeing you."

Terry stopped laughing and glanced to Trelute and gave a little grin, "Oh, you think so?"

The golden retriever nodded, "Yes, I do."

The otter held up a paw and quickly dashed out the front door, leaving Trelute looking a bit confused. Within a minute, Teribold appeared in the door, holding a piece of paper and slid it into Trelute's back pocket. Tre could barely make out a set of digits, possibly a phone number.

"Told you he was looking at you," the otter said slyly and opened the bag of Chinese food.

Tre blushed a little more. Sure he'd had guys drool over him and whatnot at his job, and his confidence was 300% higher than it was when he first started at Pizza Party, but...he still wasn't used to being attractive.

The retriever sat down beside Terry on the couch and grabbed his food, "Well...it could have just as easily been from you."

Tre felt something on his footpaw and glanced over to see Terry's webbed toes rubbing over his. He looked higher and saw Terry looking at him, slurping a lo mein noodle into his muzzle.

"Thanks, Tre," he said and leaned over, kissing the retriever's cheek gently, which caused both to blush a little.

They ate in silence, watching the TV. When they finished, empty Chinese boxes were tossed onto the coffee table and Terry bid Tre to lay on his back on the couch, letting him rest his footpaws in his lap so he could rest.

Tre did as his former nurse suggested and laid back. After a few moments, he felt paws on one of his feet and gasped as he began to rub and stroke them. The massage felt so good after all the stress he'd been going through. He shivered a bit and curling his toes slightly. Tre leaned his head back, enjoying the feelings of the otter's paws rubbing at his feet. They moved up to his toes and gave quick tugs to each to pop them and work loose any tension.

Trelute let out a soft groan, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the massage. A few moments later, he gasped and opened his eyes wide, looking down to see Terry's lips wrapped around his big toe. The otter looked up at him with a grin, working his tongue around his toe before moving to the next one.

"T-terry..." the dog said before letting his head drop back. The otter slurped over his footpaw, licking it all over. Tre especially loved when he licked between his toes.

As Terry licked at the retriever's footpaws, Trelute blushed as he felt himself getting hard and quite obviously tenting his sweatpants. The otter grinned and pulled back, giving a last lick to Tre's toe.

"Mmm...Mr. Happy wanna play?" the otter asked playfully, but already knew the answer as he reached out his paws, one teasingly trailing a finger over the bulge in Tre's sweatpants before grasping the sides to slowly pulls them off of Tre's body, grinning.

"Now, there's my big doggy," the otter said, grinning up at Trelute, "I gotta be honest. It took all my will power not to pounce this in the tub at the hospital. Would you forgive me for doing it now?"

Trelute shivered a bit and would have wanted Terry to do it just as much as the otter did and nodded a little, at a slight loss for words. The otter grinned and reached out for the long dogmeat, wrapping his webbed fingers around the base, giving it a squeeze. He mmmed and leaned down, letting his tongue slide over Tre's tip to taste it, making Trelute moan out softly.

The otter mmmed and couldn't take it. He plunged his muzzle down on the canine's thick, long cock, taking almost half of it into his muzzle before it hit his throat. That didn't stop him, and he pushed it into his throat until his nose pressed to Tre's abs.

Trelute gasped and moaned as Terry deepthroated his cock and began to pull back and repeat the process over and over. The otter obviously had experience with other males, maybe even more than Trelute, who'd only been gay for seven months or so. The dog's toes curled a little in pleasure as precum leaking into Terry's muzzle. The otter kept bobbing his head for a few more minutes before pulling back and grinned to Trelute.

"Mmm, yum. Now, you just lie back and enjoy this, you're still healing. And your boss would kill me if I worked you so much that you had to take longer off of work," the otter said, giggling. He leaned back a little on the couch and turned to fully face Trelute, moving his legs toward Tre's crotch until his warm footpaws rested on Tre's hardness, making the canine moan out loudly.

How had Terry known? Tre's one sexual weakness was footpaws and the otter knew exactly how to work him, somehow. Terry grabbed a bottle of lube from his bookbag and let some drizzle over his footpaws and the hard dogcock throbbing against Tre's belly, making him shiver at it's cool temperature.

The otter's feet rubbed over that stiffness, working the lube all over before expertly letting Tre's shaft slip between both feet. They began to pump up and down as the dog stiffened and moaned out, leaning his head back, trying to hump up at those delicious otter feet.

"Now, now, I said lay back. Don't make me stop, big boy," the otter grinned, teasing Tre. He didn't want to stop, but he certainly didn't want Trelute to strain anything by moving too much.

Tre whimpered and stopped, willing his body not to move as precum began to leak all over Terry's footpaws. They stroking him well, twisting a little after every couple pumps, adding different sensations as he pulled one of Tre's feet to his muzzle, suckling at his toes, causing Tre to dig his claws into the couch cushion below him.

"O-oh god, Terry...how...how did you...?" Tre tried to ask, wanting to know how Terry could possibly guess his unusual fetish for footpaws.

The otter just grinned and sucked hard at Trelute's toes as his own feet stroked over the throbbing red cock between them, feeling Tre's knot forming. He wished that he could feel it inside of him, but knew that would be too much of a strain for the dog with his injuries.

After a few moments, the otter let the dog's shaft slip between his webbed toes and jerked him off with quick strokes as his other footpaw slid down, his big toe teasing at the retriever's clenched tailhole.

"Oh, T-terry! I'm...I'm cu--unh!" The dog suddenly yelped out and arched his back involuntarily, shooting a long stream of cum out over his head, the next load hitting him in the face. His next loads of spunk splattered onto his chest and stomach as Terry pressed the sole of Tre's footpaw to his face, lapping at it quickly, watching Tre cum all over himself.

After letting the dog calm down, Terry pulled his footpaw back from Trelute's softening shaft. It was relatively clean from the position of it and grinned some, looking to Tre.

"How was that?" The otter asked, smiling a little as he let his footpaws rest on Trelute's thighs.

The dog was still panting heavily, his own cum drooling on his face. It had luckily missed his eyes and he looked up at Terry, "H-how...did you know about my...?"

Terry grinned and leaned down a little, "Samantha's got a big mouth."

Tre's muzzle dropped a little. Sam was the one who told him? But when had they spoken alone? It didn't really matter, wince the otter had obviously enjoyed it. Tre's sensitive canine nose could smell the otter's arousal and even see the bulge of his erection in his pants.

"What about you?" Trelute asked, grinning slightly.

Terry giggled some and leaned down, kissing Trelute's cheek again, "Aw, that's sweet. But tonight was for you. Sam made me promise not to let you exert yourself too much."

"How much have you and Sam talked?" Tre asked, looking a bit surprised.

The otter hmmed, "A few days after you were in the hospital. I believe it was after the infamous 'bath tub scandal.' She asked your situation and, uh...well, she saw my hard-on, to be blunt." the otter smirked a little, "so we got to talking about you and everything. We've kinda become friends."

Trelute started to look a little worried upon hearing that. If he became friends with Sam, he could find out about his real job. They hadn't spoken about it, but Sam certainly did have a big mouth as Terry said. She might not even realize she was telling him about Trelute's profession.

Terry furrowed his brow a little, "She said you and her weren't...together, was I--"

"No!" Trelute said quickly. He reached up a paw to gently stroke at Terry's cheek, "No, no, we're friends. Best friends, actually."

Terry smiled a little and nodded, "I just got a sense that you and her...well, you know..."

Trelute let out a slight blush at that, which confirmed Terry's suspicions. But, instead of backing up as he expected, the otter, rubbed a paw through Tre's chestfur.

"Not that I mind. It's the 21st century, I'm as open-minded as the next guy. I've even had a couple open relationships and stuff. Just didn't wanna try and...butt in between you if you were a couple," the otter said softly, looking down to Trelute.

"You can butt in any time you like," Trelute said in reply, winking, and then laughed.

"Ohhhh, really?" the otter asked, slyly.

Trelute smiled a little and nodded, "Well, I guess so."

Terry lay down beside Tre on the large couch, cuddling close as he leaned forward, pressing into their first real kiss, lips pressed together. Their eyes closed and Trelute could have sworn he heard fireworks go off outside as their tongues intertwined.

Trelute was in love.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Wooo! New chapter has come and gone. FINALLY figured out how to end it since I wanted to add some yiffiness that had been lacking from the past couple chapters. Had the sudden idea to include the detective into the story and I knew just where I wanted to go with it. Once again, lemme know what you guys think! Also, I'm aware of the formatting issues with my other chapters, I will fix them soon, hopefully.