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[b][u][center]Fine Feline Fetish ‘Friends’

For Jagger8090

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Eugene left his hotel room, fully intending to walk down to his car and burn rubber for the edge of the city. He had done the same thing for three weeks, now, ever since that trip at the bar, and just like every other night, he walked right past where he’d parked and kept walking down along the streets.

[i]Mmmph…if it wasn’t for the job…[/i]

He had only just gotten employed at a local diner, giving him at least a little income to afford a place to stay. The hotel was being incredibly understanding, giving him a good deal on how much he had to pay a month, and he knew that there was little likelihood of getting even a rental place for anywhere near as good a deal. Not on a waiter’s budget. Not when he was this…jumpy.

Looking up, the human saw several anthros coming his way on the sidewalk. On instinct, he crossed to the other side of the street, keeping his head down, continuing to stare at the pavement rather than look at them. Better to not get attention. Always better to avoid attention, particularly since…

The event.

A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered being pinned under the table, remembered being stuck with a friend that he [i]thought[/i] he could trust.

[i]Not anymore,[/i] he thought, remembering the way that Billy had been so fervently worshiping an anthro paw. The memory was enough to send tremors racing up and down his spine, and he tried not to think of it too often. Not just because of how terrifying it had been for him on the other side of the table, pinned under a lynx’s paws and claws, but…

But for how his body tried to betray him and make him like it.

Even just that slight memory had sent a twitch down to his dick, making him wonder how it would feel under a nicer paw, and he had to work hard to force the thought out of his head. He didn’t want to wonder about things like that. He didn’t [i]want[/i] to be interested in paws the way that Billy was.

[i]Even if they did feel good?[/i]

Eugene almost slapped himself, stopping at the last second. It wouldn’t help to have a bruise on his cheek when he went into work tomorrow. The bosses were nice, but if they thought he had a problem…

Well, he didn’t need to be on another job search already.

Shaking his head, he sighed, continuing down the sidewalk, lost in his thoughts.

The hardest thing for him, when it came right down to it, was the fact that the people in this city seemed to have no issue with people being complete deviants. Just that time at the table was bad enough, with a pair of cops just idly molesting two regular people with their paws under the table, but there had been other times. That woman that wanted him to…to give her kittens…

He shivered at that, too, though in a different way. Getting her to let him go had been incredibly difficult, not least because she was incredibly strong. If she hadn’t been as drunk as she was, he wasn’t sure that he would have been able to get away.

And there were other times, too. The way that anthros looked at humans, the way that they were so much stronger, so much more capable, able to just [i]take[/i] what they wanted without even thinking about it…

[i]They’re the bad guys. Why does Billy like them so much?[/i]

And why did he?

He didn’t want to admit it, but there was a growing part that was almost curious about how it would feel to be under paw again. He had – shamefully, yes, but he still had – jerked it to the thought once or twice.

[i]No, you just…you were confused. You don’t want it. You don’t want it.[/i]

Yet, some part of him did, because he was at least half-hard at the thought. The image of that huge lynx paw returned, and he could feel his dick slowly rising in his pants, trying to get big enough to demand attention.

If he’d been in private, he would have gotten some ice and forced it down, but for now, he just had to endure it. It wasn’t like he could just do [i]that[/i] in public.

Though in this city…

[i]No, no way are people here that crazy. They aren’t going to just let me jerk off in public.[/i]

He rounded a corner, and suddenly, he was surrounded by other people. All anthros, all pushing at each other, all squabbling.

And half of them were cops.

“GAH!”

He shouted as he ducked under a sudden furry missile going through the air, ducking under a tabby that had been thrown back by a kick. The feline hit the ground hard, rolling back on the sidewalk and falling unconscious. Eugene ducked back behind the corner, then slowly poked his head around the side to watch what happened.

The fight was pretty one-sided, despite the fact that everyone involved was more capable than any human would have been. The police had their usual form-fitting paw shoes on, their toes squeezing down on people’s faces when the kicks hit the right spot. He watched them fight, watched them kick and fling people after getting a grip with their feet, watched them dodge around punches and kicks in return.

He couldn’t help but stare at their feet, at their paws and how easily their curled and grasped. Against his will, his shaft started to rise up, twitching, even getting to the point of starting to drip in his pants.

It got worse when he saw one criminal get kicked in the crotch, thrown backwards, but with a hole in his pants where the kick had landed. The idea of getting grabbed and exposed like that…

By the time that Eugene was able to pull his thoughts out of the gutter, the fight was over. The police were going around the unconscious criminals, cuffing them. One, a panther, caught his eye.

The panther had white kanji tattoos on his cheeks, and unlike some of the other anthros that Eugene had seen, had styled the fur on his head into a mohawk and colored it orange. Compared to the other officers – not police, he realized, but DEA – the panther looked like someone that had been pulled out of a punk line-up.

It was strange. For a moment, he almost felt…drawn to the dark-furred feline, or at least, his dick did. He blushed, feeling the urge to take a step forward and get his name…

And then he fought it off, turning around and heading back into the dark. No, better not to do that right now. Better to head off and get this done…to…to work out his own problems with this odd fetish addiction.

#

Morning came, and with it, his shift at the restaurant. He arrived early, got into his apron, and started taking orders. The first hour, then the second passed quickly, the breakfast rush coming and going until the little diner was finally quiet again.

Eugene was just tallying up another order – one for the only other customer in the restaurant – when the door dinged, announcing someone new. He looked up, ready to tell the guy that he’d be seated in a moment –

[i]Oh god…[/i]

It was him. The panther from last night. There was no mistaking the tattoos on his cheeks or that hair. The panther looked at him, arching an eyebrow, and Eugene stammered.

“B-Be right w-with you sir.”

Giving cash back to his current customer, he quickly grabbed a menu and guided the panther to one of the booths. The feline sat down, opened the menu…then turned to look at him.

“Ya mind?”

“Huh?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“…Oh, am I?”

Oh. He was. And had been for a few minutes. His cheeks burned as he realized how ridiculous he was being, and he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I just…I recognized you.”

“Yeah? From where?”

“The, uh…fight last night?”

“…You saw that, huh?”

“Yeah. You, uh…you fight real good. With your feet. I mean, not that I was staring at your feet, or –”

He went silent as the panther glared at him. Eugene was aware of what that sort of stare meant, and was even more aware of what it meant when the feline looked down at his nametag.

“Can I get another waiter?”

“Of course. S-sorry to bother you.”

Scuttling off before he could embarrass himself any worse, Eugene mentally kicked himself.

[i]Stupid, stupid, stupid. The one time that you talk about it, and you blab to a DEA agent that you like his feet? What the fuck? What the fuck did you think was going to happen, Eugene?[/i]

Still shaking his head, he waved over the other waiter on duty, sending her over to deal with the panther. He just wanted to go to the kitchen and die.

#

The day passed quickly after that, thankfully, and there were no other customers that caused the same problems. Despite himself, Eugene still looked at the receipt when it came in for the panther, wondering if he’d get a name.

He did. Keone.

Not the name that he expected, but still something that was good to know. It rattled around in his brain, attaching itself to all the little images that were coming up of the panther in mid-kick, those talented paws cracking against all the criminals, and…

And showing dominance…

By the time that he got back to his hotel room, he was annoyingly aroused, and the young man threw himself into bed so hard that the legs of the bed actually creaked. He ignored it, groaning into a pillow.

“Ugggggh! Stop it! You don’t want this! You don’t want this!”

He swore he hadn’t been this interested in paws before coming to the city. Maybe there’d been some curiosity, but nothing, [i]nothing[/i] like this. He knew better than to get addicted to things; he’d skipped smoking, he’d skipped drinking, he’d skipped all the other stuff that most people out in the country got addicted to.

Sure, he’d come to the city with a small curiosity. He hadn’t come here with this kind of…of…addiction!

Groaning as he rolled onto his side, he pulled out his phone. Maybe if he called Billy, he could see if his friend had some sort of explanation, something to tell him how and why this had happened. Fucking hell if he knew how it had.

Before he could dial, however, a text came in. It wasn’t from a number that he recognized, either, but it was clear enough.

[i]We should meet. Main Park. Two hours. Bench on the north side of the lake.[/i]

Eugene sat straight up, staring at his phone and shaking his head rapidly.

“Oh god…oh god…”

What if it was Vance, the lynx from before? Billy said that it had been a one-time thing there, that the police wouldn’t come looking for them if they didn’t go looking for the felines, but what if he was wrong? What if this was a trap for the lynx to get himself a foot toy for the night?

What if he actually wanted that?

[i]Nnngh![/i]

The phone pinged again, another text popping in.

[i]I suggest you don’t keep me waiting. If you do, I know where you live.[/i]

If that wasn’t ominous, he didn’t know what was. The fact that whoever sent this knew where he lived implied that it was probably at least a cop, if not something worse. And if they were telling him that…

Then really, did he have a choice?

Still shivering, he got to his feet, walking around the hotel room and gathering up his things. He left his wallet on the nightstand, left his keys – but not his room key – there as well. He could make it to the park on foot, and he didn’t want to lose anything if this ended up being a trick.

He just really hoped it wasn’t.

#

It wasn’t Vance. It was Keone.

The panther looked up at him as he walked around the lake, those tattoos and that mohawk as impossible to miss as they had been in the restaurant. The panther patted the bench with one hand, and Eugene obediently sat down.

“Thought you were going to keep me waiting even longer,” Keone muttered.

“I didn’t…sorry. I’m kinda…kinda freaking out.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Well…kinda…threatened me to come out.”

“Yeah, well…ugh.” The cat sighed. “You annoyed me. Reminded me of things, and I figured I’d set you straight.”

“What do you mean, set me straight?”

“You got a paw thing, right? Or maybe a foot thing?”

“Paw,” Eugene said before he could think about it. “Uh, I…I mean…”

The panther waved his hand, and the human fell silent. Eugene pulled his legs off the ground, curling up into a shy little ball.

However, despite his awkwardness, he couldn’t [i]not[/i] look at the feline, at least out of the corner of his eye. The panther’s physique was more obvious now than it had been in the DEA bulletproof jacket from the day before. He wore a casual t-shirt, as well as a pair of denim shorts that went down to just above the knee. Loose, flappy in the night wind. He still wore those flexible mesh ‘shoes’, though, the ones that showed off his paws all too well.

Eugene looked away, his cheeks still burning at the way that they made him think of such naughty things. He rubbed his cheeks, trying to get the blush to go away with limited success.

“Not the first guy to have a fetish for that,” Keone said, pulling Eugene’s attention back to the subject at hand. “Not the first human, and not the first cat to appreciate it.”

“You mean, you –”

“Ain’t a choice, I think.”

Keone huffed, a long, slow sigh coming from the dark-furred feline. He looked down at his hand, almost like someone that was used to having a cigarette between his fingers, then shook his head again.

“You grow up here, you find out that there’s a pretty damn good way of making people follow the rules. Knock ‘em down, hold ‘em underfoot. It puts the message through pretty quick that you’re better than them when you’re the one that’s holding them under your feet. Pretty humiliating, pretty clear message of who’s stronger, right?”

“Right.”

“Well, you do that often enough, you start liking it. And sometimes, there’s some pretty bad people strong enough to pin the others down.”

“Were…you one of those people?”

“Yeah…once.”

Keone sighed, flexing his toes. Eugene’s eyes dropped to them again, to his humiliation, and he had to force his eyes closed before he could look back up.

“See, I grew up pretty damn poor. I didn’t have a lot of choice for jobs, so I worked as lookout, then muscle for one of the drug crews in my part of the city. Got used to pinning lots of guys underfoot, started enjoying it. Swear this place just…slams a fetish for it into your head or something.

“Got out of it, eventually. Thought maybe if I went through the academy, became a cop, I’d be on the side that didn’t need to be so…horned up about it. Didn’t need to enjoy it so much. Fuck, was I wrong.”

“What happened?”

“You think that just because someone wears a badge that they’re not corrupt somewhere inside? Heh, let me tell you, that’s fucking wrong. Can’t name anyone in my unit that doesn’t have a paw fetish. Least, for pinning someone under it. And when we start? The number of crooks that start begging for it…”

To his embarrassment, Eugene could understand someone starting to get a bit addicted to the idea of being underfoot. The way that those toes flexed, the way that the feline’s paws were just so…

[i]Sexy.[/i]

He hated the fact that his mind jumped to that word so easily, but that was just what they were. He could stare at them and feel his erection starting, knowing that it was going to get harder and harder just as long as he kept staring. The human had to force himself to look away, to take a few deep breaths to not be so focused on a pair of paws.

Besides, Keone was still talking.

“I wanted to make things better, not just go after the next face to have under my paws. It’s like the police department encourages it, like there’s something that just…makes you want it. And when the criminals stop fighting against it, and just put up a bit of a show to make us slam them down a bit harder…”

“You start wanting it more than you like.”

“I start feeling like an asshole,” the panther corrected.

“Yeah…I can see that.”

He rubbed the back of his head. He hadn’t expected this when he came out to meet up with the feline. Hell, he hadn’t expected [i]this[/i] feline to be the one calling him out, but it was too late to back out now.

“I didn’t want to like it, either,” Eugene admitted.

“Yeah?”

“I just…I mean, I came here to see a friend, and…Well, that friend already liked paws a lot. Was friends with some of the anthros. Some of the police. And he kinda…”

“Someone else dragged you into it, huh?”

He nodded.

“Fucking hell.”

“Vance.”

“Vance?! You were under that guy?”

“I didn’t [i]mean[/i] to be, but…well, we had to hide, and my friend was under the other guy’s paws, and I got pulled under Vance’s, and…”

“…Geez.” Keone reached out and patted him on the back. “You got my sympathies, man. Never thought I’d say that, but you do.”

“Yeah…well…That’s how it started.”

And now, it was in full swing. He remembered staring at the bust before, at how those paws were used and how they affected everyone that got pinned under them. He remembered how he had stared at other times, just walking down the street.

The paw fetish had taken deep root in his head, and he doubted that he was ever going to be able to fully root it out, but at least he could admit that it was there, now. That was better than being in full denial.

And at least he knew that he wasn’t alone, anymore.

He took a deep breath, then let it out.

“Why did you call me out?”

“I don’t know, really. Saw you slipping, I guess, and thought, maybe if I talked about it…”

“You, um…”

[i]Do I really want to say this?[/i]

“You sure that was all?”

“What else would I be doing?”

“Well…”

He looked down at the cat’s paws again, and then back up at him. The gesture wasn’t lost on the panther, and the feline sighed.

“Look. I didn’t ask you out here for that.”

“Yeah, but…what if you did? Would that be…would that be bad? Knowing that it’s not a fight, just someone that’s…willing to be there?”

Hardly aware of what he was doing, he slid off the bench, squatting down on the ground, looking up at the feline from the grassy earth. He took one of the covered paws, lifting it up, holding it in front of him. It wasn’t quite so huge as some of the felines that he had admired, but it was far larger than a human foot, that was for sure.

“I mean…would it be that bad to – mmmph!”

The panther’s paw pushed forward, the toes curling so that the claws pricked gently against his skin. He was pushed right off his knees and down onto his back, held there as the panther slid off the bench with him, though in a far more languid manner.

He felt the pressure on the top of his face, feeling a little less than half the panther’s weight on him, the rest on the feline’s other foot. The big guy was squatting over him, resting on the balls of his paws, using them as support to keep from crushing him.

“You think that a weak little human is going to take away that stress, huh? You think you can take what I can do with these paws? You think you can earn your fantasies?”

“Mmmph…”

“…Fuck, you’re actually getting hard, aren’t you? Fucking fuck…”

And Eugene was, harder than he really wanted to be, far harder than he had ever expected to be from someone this rough, from a situation like this.

He blushed as he felt his dick rising in his pants, only getting firmer as the foot on his face pressed his head from side to side. He was pressed right into the grass as Keone flicked his bulge, making him grunt.

“Look at that. Hard as a fucking rock from my paws.”

And he was, rather humiliatingly so.

“Dammit…Fine. If you can impress me, maybe I’ll give that thing a bit of attention. Maybe. But you better be damn good.”

One of the ‘socked’ toes pressed against his lips, and Eugene opened his mouth, remembering when the other, rougher feline had done this to him. His cheeks burned, but his cock throbbed all the harder as he welcomed it into his mouth.

He tasted flesh through the fibers, tasted the foot without tasting sweat or other things that might have made it worse. All he smelled was a hint of flesh, a slight bit of sourness that came from the underside of a paw, but nothing else.

As he sucked along the toe, he heard a soft rumble that was quickly cut off. A purr, perhaps, or something like it. His cheeks burned, knowing that it would probably embarrass the big cat if he mentioned it. So, he kept quiet, licking, sucking on the toe instead.

Keone shifted his weight, resting it on his hands, supporting himself that way as he brought his other paw up. Eugene’s breath came harder, faster as he felt the tickling, fearful feeling of the claws of the other paw rubbing along the side of his face, the soft growl of the panther filling the air.

“Look at that. So eager. So submissive. You know where you belong, huh, human? Where do you belong, huh? Huh?”

He popped his head back from sucking on the toe, sucking down air.

“I belong…under paw.”

“That’s fucking right.”

POP! The toe was shoved right back in, the other foot pressing to the back of his head, making him bob up and down on the panther’s toes. His cheeks burned all the hotter from the motion, realizing what it looked like and barely able to keep from burning with shame.

Forward, back, forward, back, the worship of the panther’s toes making him feel just how far he’d fallen, how much he’d changed. Ever since coming here, ever since being made to go through this…

He gave Keone’s toe one more lick before it was pulled from his mouth again, the slippery digit displayed to him like it was some sort of badge of honor, in a way. He stared at it, then groaned as the feline pulled himself back up to the bench. Groaned, because the paw was pulling away, then gasped as they both came down against his crotch.

His shaft was already hard as it could get, the claws poking through the fabric of his pants to pull it upright before they curled just as dexterously around the waistband of his pants. Eugene couldn’t stop the panther then, and he honestly didn’t want to.

Down went his pants and his underwear, and out came his cock. It wasn’t that big, not compared to the shafts that he had seen being swung around by the anthros out there, but it was hard as it could get.

Despite that, Keone didn’t mock him for his lesser size. No, he was teased for being so hard to begin with.

“Yeah, no question about your fucking fetish now, is there?” the cat asked, swatting the human’s rod. “Look at it. Hard as a rock, bobbing around. You dripping already?”

“Mmmph…mm…mm-hmm,” he nodded, panting, shivering.

“Bet you won’t last long.”

The clawed toes worked against the sides of his shaft, the blunt ends of the dangerous claws so close to his cock that it almost made him yelp. He stayed as still as he could, knowing that the slightest movement could damn him easily.

Yet, at the same time, his cock only seemed to get harder as those toes teased him, worked him, taunted him. His cheeks burned hotter than ever, his eyes rolled back in their sockets.

Then, they slapped together, clapping around either side of his cock. He would have jumped out of his skin if he wasn’t terrified of those claws, feeling them so close, giving him the gentlest of little scratches, adding to the powerful ownership that the claws exerted over his cock.

They stroked him hard, and fast, the toes of the paws working his shaft hard and firm. His eyes bugged out of their sockets again, his own toes curling in his shoes as he arched his back. Not enough to thrust between the toes, not enough to shift their movements, but enough to put his cock on better offer to them.

And they took it, too, stroking him good and hard as Keone grunted above him.

“Look at that. Nngh. Pathetic little – mmmph – paw-loving human. Can’t get hard without ‘em, begging to be under ‘em.”

“Nnngh…yes…need…need to be…under foot.”

“Under my paws, you…you…”

Both of them were too turned on to easily talk, though the concept was what was getting to him more than anything else. His cheeks burned hotter than usual, his eyes open as mere slits.

[i]He’s owning me. I’m a paw-loving human. I’m…I’m stabbing my own species in the back, wanting to be underfoot…I shouldn’t be…but…[/i]

But he loved it.

And he wanted more.

Without warning, Eugene came, and he came hard enough to shoot his load all the way up to the feline’s calves. He shivered, whimpering, knowing what he had done, and he had every expectation of being made to clean that up later.

But rather than stop, the panther only gripped his cock harder, pulling at it with his toes, pinning it in place.

“You little human bitch. Did I say that you could cum?”

“Uh, um –”

“No, I fucking did not!”

The toes shifted, the toes of one paw grabbing him by the base of his shaft while the toes of the other curled tightly around his head. The paw rubbed in rapid little circles, ‘polishing’ the head of his cock while it was still very sensitive. Eugene gasped, arching his back, trying and failing to speak.

“You think you can just paint my legs, do you?”

“N-no, just – ah!”

No mercy, just a rapid milking, a hard jerking that pulled at his cock from base to tip, and then back again, the toes pulling tight around the sides of his shaft as the head was ground hard against slippery paw pads.

“You better think again, human. That cock isn’t going to do anything I don’t fucking tell it to. It’s mine, now, you get that? It belongs to me. Sooner or later, you’re going to belong to me, too, but until I make that claim, this dick is [i]mine.[/i]”

There was a fierceness to that, something that was different from the Keone that he had been talking to before. It was like something had changed between them, the roughness slipping from a barrier to keep them apart to a barrier against the rest of the world.

If it was going to be this way, then the panther was going to make sure that the human knew where he belonged, and the human had to learn just how to keep that protection and ownership.

He huffed and puffed as his cock was jerked back up to full erection, only to be held there, edged, those paws moving a bit slower, a bit less frantically along the sides of his shaft. His eyes slowly came back down to normal size, and he only panted rather than huffed and puffed.

The panther looked down at him, not quite blushing, but looking like he had realized how far he had gone. There was no apology, but rather something like a measuring look, something that asked if it was too much.

Eugene said nothing. All he did was bow his head towards the panther’s paws, nodding towards them with respect.

That seemed to be enough. They both knew where they stood…and they both knew what the other person wanted.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]