Blackmail 1
Copyright Raven Venice
Contains:Diapers , Foot Fetish , Teenagers
I yawned as I was laying in my backyard staring at the clouds looking up towards the sky, feeling the soft grass against my back, my tail laying over my thigh in the grass next to me. I batted at my tail absently, watching the clouds, I was almost completely nude, the only thing I wore was a sea-green and blue adult diaper. My left foot scratched at my right ankle, as I pondered what to do, I knew I would need something to do, besides sleep, as I looked at the watch laying in the grass next to me, It was 4 in the afternoon...which meant I'd been sleeping for almost the entire day. I hrmphed and sat up, my feline paws behind me as I heard a knocking. I grunted, hollering to hold on a minute, I walked back into my house, throwing on and closing a trench coat around me, I opened the door. Standing in front of me was a 6 foot tall anthro cheetah. He grinned, petting my head; he was wearing a pair of blue jeans with no shirt. I rolled my eyes, "C'mon in. What are you doin here?"
"Not much. Was just a little bored and thought I'd stop by and see what you were up to. Didn't wake you up from a nap did I?" He asked as I hung the coat back up, I shrugged.
"No, I was just lounging around. I actually woke up about an hour ago, just was too lazy to get off the grass." He raised an eyebrow at the comment, shaking his head and chuckling. It wasn't uncommon for me to decide to nap out back, and manage to sleep through the night in my backyard, but he always found it to be rather amusing. I could never figure out why...I couldn't even count the times I'd been to outside parties and he would be sleeping in a tree.
"Ah, I see. Alright. So yeah. I was just bored and didn't have much to do..." I dropped to the floor and started doing push-ups as he sat on the couch, looking around. "Anyways, yeah. Parent's are gone for the weekend, and I didn't have much else to do...so I thought I'd come over and terrorize you for a little bit. Where's your parents?"
"Mom went shopping, Dad's at work." I said, looking at him. We had both just passed through puberty, which had been the most awkward parts of our life, and we still had the occasional flare up of it, but for the most part it was just something to ignore. "So yeah. Want to play some video games or something?" I said, motioning at the Xbox that was currently hooked up.
"Sure. I could use the practice at kicking your butt." I rolled my eyes, we were actually pretty evenly matched at games, except he was better with puzzles, and I was better with shooters. I flipped through the available games, glancing back at him.
"What kind of game you in the mood for? Halo?" He shrugged and dropped down on his knees next to me, the both of us searching the games, finally picking out Mortal Kombat. I shrugged, putting it in, I took the first controller, handing him the other, while we seated ourselves on the couch.
"I see your still acting like a big baby." I rolled my eyes, picking up a slice of pizza lying on the couch next to me, I had forgotten to take care of it last night, but figured since it was in easy grasp, I might as well enjoy, I threw a chunk of sausage at him.
"At least I don't whine like one all the time." I teased back.
"I don't whine that much!"
"Sure you don't, and I'm Santa."
"To babyish to be Santa."
"Why you!" I laughed, trying to get him in a headlock, we started wrestling around. "We should take this outside in case mom comes in." He nodded, leading the way to the backyard; as soon as he was in the grass I tackled him. He grunted and toppled over, laughing and throwing me off him. It wasn't the fairest fight on earth, me being a domestic cat and him being a cheetah he had the advantage of size and strength. I grunted as he slammed my paws into the grass above me, he stared down at me. "See? Big baby." I laughed, wiggling and trying to get out from under him as he held me down.
He rolled next to me, I sat up, the diaper crackling as I rearranged myself with a blush, I was glad he hadn't noticed the diaper tenting from the erection, or if he did he was being quiet about it. I murred as I heard my mom holler at me to get dressed and help with the groceries. I stood up, running back into the house, I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek, then threw my coat back around me, the cloth hanging around my ankles, I started to carry in groceries, Jeffrey helping. "Hey, you think your mom would let you come over and spend the night?"
"I think so. I don't see why not...We don't cause problems, and she's let me before." I said, picking up a few of the bags in the trunk of the car, I carried them in, Jeffrey behind me. "Hey mom, Jeffrey wants to know if I can spend the night."
"Aren't your parents gone for the weekend Jeffrey?"
"Yeah, but they won't mind. We'll clean the place." He said with a nod. She nodded.
"Then I have to ask, is your room clean Treyno?" I frowned, scratching my head, I smiled innocently.
"It will be in 5 minutes?"
"Good. Make sure of that." I nodded, thanking her and leaving to cleaning my room, Jeffrey humming some song he was notorious for listening to, the lyrics in German. I threw a sock at him, ducking as it flew back at me; I lobbed it into the laundry bin my mom had provided. I scratched my head, noting that I'd need to do laundry soon, the basket was almost full.
I threw together a night bag, humming as he sat on my bed, watching. I threw the bag over my shoulder, looking at the room, I nodded then yawned. "Time for a cat nap." I grinned, ducking as he swatted at me. "Just kidding. Anyways. Ready to go?" He nodded, scratching at his spots randomly, I rolled my eyes as I undid the diaper's tabs, throwing it away, I dug around in my drawers, pulling out and putting on some clothes, I followed him out of the room. I stopped at the door, telling him to wait a second, I went and kissed mom goodbye, telling her I'd be back tomorrow, and that I loved her. She rolled her eyes, flicking me in the forehead.
"You be a good boy, and don't make a mess, or you'll have to deal with me. And you don't want that." I nodded, waving and disappearing out the door, I followed him to his house, a good two mile walk, and that was with a shortcut, when we got to his house, He unlocked the door, we stepped in, I chuckled, closing the door behind us, I sat on his couch, with him next to me.
"So now what do we do?" He stopped humming and shrugged.
"We could watch TV for a while or pop in a movie. I can go make popcorn or somethin."
"Sounds awesome. Need any help?" He shook his head as he walked into the kitchen. I worked my shoes and socks off, rolling up the socks and shoving them into the shoes, I flexed my foot claws, I mewed and stretched, my claws extending to their maximum length before disappearing back into their sheaths.
"I swear to god if you fall asleep on me so early I'll brain you with a frying pan!" He hollered from the kitchen. I laughed, shaking my head. He knew me way to well. But I was planning on staying up late anyways, something we always did at each other's house. I yawned, the silver tag on my collar jangling as it bounced along my collar, I was so used to the thing, having it at birth, I was amused to even notice it now. I flipped it up, reading the stamped metal. "Name: Treyno. Species: Domestic cat. Age: 17" Every year I had to go have another one made, my mother always being a worry wart, on the back was inscribed our address. For what reason I would never figure out, but I still wore it, just to make her happy.
I took the bowl of popcorn as it was handed to me, He went and popped in Jurassic Park, a movie we had both seen over a million times, but still enjoyed watching. He sat down next to me, grabbing the remote, his claw jabbing the play button, He laid the remote on the table next to him, I curled up into a ball with my head on the arm of the couch, I mewled, my foot jerking away as he tried tickling it, the toes twitching. "Quit that! You know I hate being tickled."
"Yeh, but it's funny watching you spaz." I rolled my eyes as I turned back to the movie, my paw disappearing into the popcorn, coming out; I threw some popcorn into my mouth and chewed.
"You gonna take off those shoes of yours or you just gonna wear them all night?" I asked, feeling a little odd with him still wearing shoes. It made me feel a little out of place. He rolled his eyes, Grunting as he threw his shoes off, His feet disappearing under him, I frowned, noticing that his socks didn't look that good. Oh well. I'd worry about that after the movie.
The movie finished. I yawned and pawed through his games, him and I had different systems, his most advanced system was a Sega. I grabbed Sonic, then looked at him. "Mind if I?" He shrugged and seemed to be glad that I was going to be busy as I sat back on the couch; he took the empty bowl off the couch between us as I delved into the world of Sonic. I was playing for a while, when I got to one of the bosses. I whined in frustration as he was about to drive me nuts, I glanced at him. "How do you like beat this idiot?"
"It's a little tricky. You got to jump over his shots. I usually found it was easier to jump through his attacks and bounce off him, but it takes some practice. Keep trying." I nodded, setting down the controller. He was still trying to hide his socks, even though I could see the ripped stockings.
"If it bothers you so much, I got more at home...You should just grab some." He mumbled an OK, seeming to be a bit shy. My ears lowered a little as I looked at him. "Can I see though? I promise not to make fun or anything..." He blinked at me in slight wonder, but shrugged, his foot creeping out from under him. The damage to the socks was obvious, the heels were gone in both, and I could see 2 of his toes on the left foot, and a good portion of his foot on the other.
"You see what you want to see or?" I interrupted him by licking the bottom of the exposed foot, not sure what I was doing, but for some reason it just felt right...or at least the right thing to do. "Uhm...what are you doing?" He asked, his voice showing obvious surprise and confusement.
I didn't answer, my ears falling closer to my head as I started to purr, I wrapped my mouth around the toes on his left foot, sucking at them, my tongue delving between them. I could tell from the way he was acting that he wasn't so nervous anymore, my golden eyes flicking back up his body, his silver eyes closed. I surprised myself as I stopped, my tail curling around my body and my ears laying flat on my head as I shyly asked, "Can I...Do you mind if I...clean your feet for you?" He looked at me, seeming to wonder if I'd really do something like that, obviously unsure, he nodded with an unsure look.
I picked up his foot, sliding the sock off, I looked at the bottom of his foot, I could see the pads on his toes and heel, I purred as I drew my tongue along the musty sole of his foot, my mouth wrapping around his toes and wiggling between them as he shivered and purred, I could tell he was relaxing as I tasted the sweat and dirt, the taste both disgusting and yet pleasant. I finished, moving to the other as he wiggled his toes, seeming to go from being minorly disturbed to just going with the flow, unsure of what to say.
My tail was effectively tucked between my legs in embarrassment as I looked at him, my tongue drawing up the top of foot, I closed my eyes, wondering what he was going to do, I sat up, swallowing, my eyes still closed as I mumbled, purring lightly, my skin glowing red, glad that my pure black fur was hiding it.
He got up, coming back with a few pillows and blankets; he dropped them on the couch, mumbling that he needed to use the bathroom. I nodded, going back to the game, the scent and taste of his feet still strong in my immediate area, or at least I imagined that it was...I wasn't really sure, as I went back to the game, glancing at the bathroom, I hoped he wouldn't tell anyone...I wasn't even sure what I was thinking when I did it. I frowned, noting he was seeming to take a while, wondering what he was doing. I shrugged, going back to the game. He came out a few minutes later; he unrolled his blankets and threw a pillow down.
I got up, going to the bathroom with my night bag, I hummed as I taped the diaper shut around myself, I stepped out, wiggling and joining him on the floor, I threw my blanket over myself, looking at him with a whimper. He shook his head, patting my head, I murred and nodded, yawning and closing my eyes, I turned away, wondering what was going to be the end result.