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"So what's it like being the side-bitch?"

Topsy's eyes lifted their gaze from the ground for the first time, meeting with the otter's, who'd been asking him questions non-stop for what seemed like an hour. The Dalmatian winced for a moment, trying to decide what the otter's intentions were in asking such a question. The first thought that occurred to him was sheer malice and scorn. It took him a few moments to realize that the otter was inquiring out of genuine curiosity.

"It... it hurts a lot of the time." He tried to reply candidly. He looked up and realized that the otter just kind of wanted to know how he got treated, what kind of perks he got from having few strings attached. Not that there weren't any: there were strings attached alright, but they mostly served to animate him like a puppet.

"What?! Does he physically hit you?" The otter's eyes widened, misinterpreting the response.

"No Cid, he doesn't... just forget it alright?"

There was a pause and a heavy sigh coming from the Dalmatian. He didn't mind being interrogated by the otter, but sometimes it got annoying. The way his mind works, it just wanders and races and travels faster than he can string words. By the time his questioner would have finished posing a question, a thousand different scenarios, thoughts, ideas, and consequences would have surfaced to his mind.

"I'm sorry..." Cid muttered. The otter's small ears drooped down slightly. He may have been a few years older than the dog, but his fascination with the world and his thirst for understanding was unquenchable. He wanted to know everything about Topsy, and thanks to some persistent questioning, he got quite a bit. There was an awkward silence hanging in the air, and both parties kind of felt it for a few moments.

"...Hey man, I really have to get to class." The Dalmatian finally quipped with apparent indifference.

"Okay... we should talk more later though!" The otter seemed really anxious, as though trying not to cause any unintentional offense.

"Sure."

Topsy turned around and adjusted his round glasses, which lacked earpieces or temples. His mind kept racing as he shuffled down the university hallways. "What's it like being the side-bitch?"

Not fair.

He spent most of the lecture sitting in the back, doodling, and thinking about Marcus. The room was too hot and damp for him to focus on the lecture anyway... something about set theory. The question kept irking him though, and kept him drifting in thought.

"Do I even count as the side-bitch?" He thought to himself as everyone started getting up for the end of the lecture. He closed his eyes and pressed his palm to his forehead, trying to shake the thought.

"Lecture's over dude!" A voice startled him back to the concrete. He looked to his right and saw a rather large jaguar with a grin on his face. He must have been at least 6'5 and looked pretty ripped and muscular with his body slightly to the side like he was ready to fight somebody. He obviously worked out. The Dalmatian immediately got up and started fumbling to grab all his notes. It was rare for a Computer Science student not to have a laptop, but he took all his notes by hand quite neatly regardless. He stood up square to the jaguar, levelling up to just below his neck. He was only 5'6 and couldn't help but feel a David and Goliath analogy surface. He awkwardly adjusted his glasses and stuttered a bit.

"Uhm--erhm... yeah! Sorry I was kind of... uhm.." He thought way too fast for words to come out properly. The jaguar chuckled and petted the small doggie on the head.

"Don't worry about it. I've seen you around a couple of times; you always just sit by yourself in the back? Are you okay?"

"Y..yeah. I guess I've just been really deep in thought lately."

"Heh, well I hope you've been thinking about set theory because that exam is coming up soon"

Shit

He usually did pretty well academically but lately all he could think about was Marcus. He started having a really difficult time focusing and had fallen behind by quite a margin. He knew he was going to struggle with the midterm. The jaguar noticed Topsy's gaze shifting and his attention drifting away again.

"Hey! You look like you're thinking too much puppy."

Now he had the canine's attention. The small Dalmatian looked up slightly fiercely at the leviathan standing before him. He really didn't like being called a puppy. He was 22 years old for god's sake!

"I'm.. not a puppy." He started. But the jaguar chuckled again and interrupted.

"Haha, well I bet you're not! I'm Lex, What's your name?"

"I'm Topsy..."

"That's a weird name dude!"

The Dalmatian sighed deeply in his mind. He started getting annoyed again but this time the jaguar could see it.

"Well it's nice to meet you Topsy! I was just about to head down to the campus gym. Do you wanna walk with me?"

"...suuure." He was headed there anyway, figured why not?

The jaguar chuckled for a third time and petted the canine's head.

"You're cute you know that?"

Topsy found himself blushing, getting caught off-guard by the compliment.

"Th...thanks."

The walk was brief, but it was a fresh change from walking with the otter everywhere. The campus itself wasn't that large even though the university was halfway respectable. Topsy still couldn't help but feel rather small compared to the magnitude of the jaguar. He briefly thought about what Lex must have looked like without a shirt on. His arms were pretty big as it were, and his legs were massive...

His gaze shifted lower as he inspected the cat, realizing that the giant feline had rather massive footpaws. He shuddered for a moment, trying to visualize what the jaguar must have looked like without sneakers on. He didn't realize that he was mentally undressing the cat as they walked, but Lex was ever more perceptive.

"Enjoying the view?" The jaguar grinned.

"What?! Oh! I.. erhm... uhh." The Dalmatian hated getting caught off-guard, but the feline proved to be pretty good at doing it. Topsy started blushing again, this time a lot harder.

"It's okay, I know I look good!" The feline seemed to know exactly what to say.

Topsy kept blushing, not being able to find the words with which to confront this jock.

"Hey Lex!" This time a familiar voice came from the front.

"Hey Marcus! Just got done working out I see?"

A large, 6-foot tall, shirtless, Bengal tiger with a decently toned body walked towards them. He was carrying a duffle bag and wearing a pair of gym shorts and sneakers.

"Yeah man! Was just about to head home. I didn't know you were friends with Topsy!"

"Yeah dude! We just met; turns out we have a class together! I didn't know you knew Topsy either, although I can see why you'd hide this cute little puppy from me" The jaguar's voice carried innuendo with it.

Now it was the tiger's turn to grin. "Yeah he's useful alright! We've been friends for a while now."

What the fuck is 'useful'?

The Dalmatian avoided both their gazes like they were Medusas. He just stood silently, clutching his notebook in crossed arms and blushing softly. He waited patiently for them to finish their conversation. Finally, the tiger turned to him and addressed him directly.

"Alright dog let's go!" He threw the heavy duffle bag at the Dalmatian's feet. The spotted canine slowly placed his notebook in the bag and awkwardly lifted it. It was really heavy and he only weighed 130 pounds. The tiger immediately started walking in front of Topsy, after waving Lex goodbye.

"Later Marcus. And I'll we'll talk more soon, puppy." Lex bellowed. The jaguar's grin was virtually audible at this point.

Marcus walked ahead of the Dalmatian for 8 blocks, texting vigorously the entire way while the dog hauled the heavy duffle bag behind him. He didn't have to walk all the way to Marcus's house, but he really wanted to. He took any excuse he could find to be in the tiger's presence, even if it meant not talking much due to the feline's excessive texting. Even if it meant being the side bitch...

They finally made it to the front door. The house itself was pretty small but newly built, so it still looked pretty on the outside. They couldn't go in the front though: Marcus had only rented out the basement suite. They walked around the back as Topsy finally dropped the bag at his own feet.

"Phew! That was heavy!"

"Aww... poor thing." Nothing but sarcasm that time.

"Well hey, tigers aren't the only ones who need to work out!" He tried to be funny.

Marcus just threw a casual glare in his direction and shook his head. He pointed towards the bed, gesturing the dog to put the duffle bag there.

Topsy sighed softly and placed the bag on the floor beside the bed, kneeling down to retrieve the notebook he had left there. Meanwhile, the tiger daintily made his way to the bed and took a seat, stomping the duffle bag with his shoes while Topsy was rummaging through it.

"Hey!" The dog easily flinched and looked up.

The tiger still didn't say any words; he simply grinned an evil grin and looked down at the Dalmatian's eyes staring back up at him then down onto the shoes. Topsy let out another soft sigh and laboriously removed the feline's shoes, revealing a pair of black designer socks which distinctly contained Marcus's massive musky footpaws.

No sooner did he finish removing the shoes than the large tiger, using his powerful thigh muscles, snapped his right foot into the Dalmatian's muzzle, propelling him away as he landed on his back. It must have been less than a second but the canine could acutely identify the tiger's scent as he looked up with foretaste at his attacker. The tiger, remaining calm, simply cocked his head to the side as if to ask "why aren't you back at my feet, bitch?"

Topsy immediately interpreted Marcus's intentions and within two seconds got back on his paws and crawled back on all fours towards the duffle bag, carefully moving it to the side and leaning his head in towards the size 15 footpaws that awaited him. Without hesitation, Marcus pressed his footpaw against the canine's muzzle and flipped the small dog onto his back with one foot. He pressed down, stepping into the canine's muzzle--letting his musky footpaws sink deeply and obstruct the Dalmatian's nostrils.

"This is why you're the bitch." The tiger sneered.

The Dalmatian closed his eyes and winced, trying not to acknowledge the comment. A very blatant and obvious bulge had formed in his pants already as he felt the ecstasy of the large musky footpaws overtake him--the sheer bliss as the tiger's toes curled and moved, catching his nose in between the tiger's big and second toe and domineering Topsy's entire body... commanding it at will and making it toss and squirm however the tiger pleased.

"Why are you so hard doggie?" The tiger wouldn't stop. "Is it because this is how you love to be treated? To be dominated by a big strong cat like me?" The dog couldn't reply even if he wanted to, as the tiger had strategically placed the sole of his foot overtop Topsy's mouth while his toes continued to rape the dog's nose and dominate his body.

"Take my sock off"

The Dalmatian, his body now parallel to the bed from the squirming, obeyed. The tiger had taken this opportunity to move his other foot over the canine's small chest, pressing down hard and pinning the dog firmly in place. With his right sock off, the tiger immediately shoved his exposed toes into the dog's mouth.

"Suck on my toes, bitch."

The Dalmatian didn't even skip a beat. He softly held the tiger's massive footpaw in his hands and started licking and sucking the toes. A satisfied purr could finally be heard from the feline, who was already hard and playing with himself. Topsy took the liberty from this break to release the paw from his mouth and take a breath before slowly slipping his long, wet tongue between the gap of the tiger's big and second toe and licking continuously and affectionately. He kept repeating the process for every gap, rotating every 10 or 20 seconds.

"Mmmhh--fuck that's it. You're a well-trained little bitch aren't you?" The tiger roared with pleasure and kept shoving his foot into the canine's muzzle while his other foot kept pressing down firmly and moving from the dog's chest to his belly. Topsy could feel the tiger's sole pressing up against his wet bulge... but he knew he'd only be allowed to paw after the tiger finished. For now he would please his master.

Marcus positioned his unsocked footpaw's sole over the Dalmatian's muzzle at an angle and held it there for a few seconds. The dog immediately understood and stuck out his wet tongue, allowing the tiger to move his footpaw all the way down the tongue, heel to toe. He could tell the tiger was getting close.

"That's it bitch" The tiger proclaimed, finally standing up and revealing his massive rock-hard cock. The dog just laid there and waited in anticipation as the tiger stroked himself furiously for a few seconds before letting out a final roar. Before Topsy could even blink, long ropes of white cum started shooting from the tiger's big red cock, coating the Dalmatian's small chest. He opened his mouth, knowing he'd catch some in his maw too and he wasn't disappointed--the 7th or 8th rope of cum, still going strong, made it well past and into his muzzle. When the tiger was done the Dalmatian's chest had 6 or 7 streaks of cum along it, covering the black spots with thin white stripes, some of them going up to his neck and some dripping out of his muzzle which was now laying to the side as he tried to breathe.

"I didn't even cum in your mouth and you can barely take it. This is why you only get to play with my feet... but I guess my side-bitch knows his place." The tiger grinned and removed his other sock, picking up both and throwing them at the Dalmatian's face before walking out of the room.

Topsy grabbed both socks with his left hand and pressed them firmly into his nose, closing his eyes and letting the smell penetrate and fill his lungs. He quickly lowered his pants and grabbed his throbbing red cock with his other hand and began stroking furiously.

"I'm the side-bitch." He muttered under his breath and in between gasps.