Foot Fetish Story: An Annoying Prelude
Commissioned by Rayoelgatubelo is a little story of a were-creature with a bit of an interest in human feet, much to the annoyance of his partner.
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[b][u][center]An Annoying Prelude
for Rayoelgatubelo
by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
With the door clicking shut behind her, Beth knew that things were finally getting exciting again. And not before time, in her opinion.
She was already at the bed when she heard the sound, and she dragged her fingers over the zippers and buttons of her over-complicated blouse. Despite the overlapping nature of everything, she was already out of it and working on her pants when Lyle stepped into the room. She winked at him as she popped the button on her pants, and barely reacted as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.
“Mmm, I hope you're ready for a fast change and a long night, big guy. I've been waiting for this too long to go with a quickie."
“Mmm, I promise that I'll deliver on that."
“You better, or I'll show you what a lynx like me can do."
To anyone listening, they'd probably assume that she was just using a different word than 'minx', but it was more than that. As Lyle was certainly more than the human he appeared to be, she was more than the woman she looked like.
As he pulled back, she could already see his fur growing in, pushing through the gaps between his neck and his shirt, and through the spaces between the buttons of his shirt. Little rips were already forming along the waistband of his pants, and Beth winced slightly at the sight of it all.
[i]No consideration for quality,[/i] she thought as she kicked off her own pants, pushing them to the side and out of the way. A were-lynx she might have been, but she wasn't going to waste money buying more clothes. Fun as it was to burst out of them during the change, she'd go bankrupt if she did it as often as some people she knew did.
The first loud rip filled the air as Lyle's shirt ripped down the back, the shreds falling off of his arms as he leaned forward. His gray fur sprouted quickly, covering his skin in a flood of soft fuzz. His tail forced its way out of his pants too fast for him to pull them down, and what survived that rip came apart quickly as other parts began to grow as well. Beth had to admit, she was a bit disappointed at the chunkier nature of the raccoon, but she knew that beggars couldn't be choosers. There weren't enough weres around to be [i]that[/i] picky, and he wasn't as bad as that boar a decade back.
With shreds of his suit falling to the ground and only a little bit hanging onto his shoulders, it was pretty clear to her that Lyle wouldn't be getting his deposit back on the suit. She shook her head, laying back on the bed as she reached back for the hooks of her bra.
“You're gonna be out on the streets if you keep doing that."
“You wanted a quick change. Besides, it feels so much – mmmmph – better when you rip through."
“Does it feel good when your bank account has to swallow the cost?"
“Mmmmmph…"
He wasn't listening, but then again, he was also growing his muzzle, so that wasn't too surprising. Beth finished pulling her bra off, throwing it over onto the pile with her shirt and her pants.
She paused as she reached down to her panties, smiling to herself as she watched the last bits of change overwhelm her date. He was almost completely covered with the light gray fur, his body arched forward just enough to show the more bestial curve to his body. His tail thrashed in agitation as his ears continued to rise up the sides of his head, and it was abundantly clear that he was loving the feeling of his nose and lips pushing forward in his new muzzle.
As fur collected around his crotch and growing balls, Beth reached down and rubbed at herself. The change was lovely to watch, and she licked her lips as Lyle's cock – fairly good sized – retreated into its new furry home, pulled inside and pointed upwards by the raccoon's quick shifting. His balls churned and swelled inside of their furry sac, growing bigger and bigger until they were nearly the size of that tanuki she'd seen at a club.
[i]Well, they are somewhat related, I guess.[/i]
She teased herself until she felt some wetness through her panties, and only then realized that the change had finished. Lyle must have been looking at her for a good few minutes, at least, and she shook her head as she pulled herself to a seated position. Tugging her panties down – and feeling his stare as she did – Beth finally exposed herself completely.
“Mmm, that was quite a show, Lyle."
“Heh, I try."
“Now it's –"
“Wait!"
She blinked as the raccoon leaned over the foot of the bed, grabbing her by the ankle. Beth arched an eyebrow, even as Lyle shamelessly stroked a finger along her sole.
“Um…please…don't change yet."
“…Pardon? I thought we were here to have fun."
“And we're gonna, I promise. I just…well…"
“Spit it out, Lyle. I'm here for one reason, and I'm not gonna wait for long."
“Well…I kinda have a foot fetish."
“And?"
“It's for human feet. So, could you, uh, let me play with these a bit before you change?"
“…"
Beth slapped her hand against her forehead. She'd always heard that there were freaks like this among the weres, having a human fetish of some kind. It never made any sense to her, but here was the proof. The chance to fuck a hot girl like her, and all Lyle wanted was to make out with her feet? Not even her paws, but her feet?
Still, she might get something out of it in the end, and she had been going through one hell of a dry spell. She pushed her legs out towards him, her feet pressing against his hands as she crossed her arms.
“Fine. But you better do damn good when you actually finish down there."
“Promise. I promise. Thank you."
“Yeah, yeah. Just…get to work."
She closed her eyes as she felt the raccoon's tongue flicking over her feet, and did her best to ignore it. The strange feeling was a mix of slimy and tickling, and it took more than a little willpower for her to keep from squirming. Particularly when he slipped his tongue up against her toes, and she had to spread them for him to get a few good licks in.
[i]What kind of person enjoys this?[/i] she thought as he continued, shaking her head as she continued to do her best to ignore the feeling. It was just bizarre. There was no way that anyone would really like their feet being all slimed up like this, slick and wet. It was like stepping in some sort of ooze after an orgy. Something that she'd been too long without, for that matter, but it was still clear in her memory.
She felt Lyle take her feet and press them against his face, and she rolled her eyes while keeping them closed. Each time he took a breath, she could feel the hard sniff against the bottom of her feet, and then feel the hot air coming back over her soles. It wasn't 'bad', exactly, but it wasn't nearly as good as the event she'd been hoping for. She curled her toes, hoping that Lyle would get the message to hurry up.
Instead, he started licking her feet more and sucking on the toes. Grumbling under her breath, Beth squeezed at her arms, her fingers leaving little imprints as she tapped one foot against his face in impatience.
If anything, it seemed to turn him on even more, if his moans were anything to go by. She was about to suggest that he should get out and find some human woman if this was what he really wanted when he finally spoke up again.
“B-Beth?"
“What?"
“Could you give me, um, a footjob?"
“Oh for the love of…Fine. But you better be a really good fucker for this."
“I promise, I – oooh, yeah."
Finally, she opened her eyes to watch as she dragged her feet up and down his sheath and cock. It was slimy and wet, and not in the good way that she liked down at her pussy. Instead, it left her feeling like strands of pre were running between her toes, and she shook her head as she – all-business – gave him the footjob he wanted.
The raccoon was definitely loving it, that much was damn clear. His head was rolled back in bliss, and it took everything Beth had to not laugh at him as she stroked him off with her feet. She could feel each and every throb of his cock through her soles, and she could see his balls were already rising up in response to the pleasure she was giving him. It was like he was putty in her hands – no, feet – and she thought about how she might be able to work with that.
As she rubbed the arch of her foot up the side of his cock, he finally blew his load. She quickly brought her feet up in front of his cock, catching the splatter before it could land on her or her bed, and Beth sighed.
[i]Finally.[/i]
He came for a few seconds before slumping down, but he grabbed her feet before she could pull them away. Beth let him lick at them for a few seconds, figuring that he would do at least a better job of cleaning her than she would.
However, when he kept it up for another few minutes, she grumbled and finally let the change rush through her. Her foot suddenly swelled in his hand, the toes enlarging and her claws growing. The first one pricked at him before he could pull away, and he yelped as he pressed his hand to his cheek.
“Hey, what was that for?"
“You already got to play with those. It's my turn to have some fun now. Or were you thinking that you'd just play with them all night?"
“Well…" Lyle blushed. “Others haven't complained."
“Those others weren't me."
She let the changes rush through her, the fur sprouting from her skin in record time due to how long she'd been holding it back. Everything wanted to change, and when it was finally given permission, it did it quickly. Her breasts grew, her hips swelled, and her face began to change. Her whiskers grew out with a tickling burst on her cheeks, and as her ears rolled upwards towards the top of her head, she pulled her changing feet back from the raccoon, and spread her legs.
“I brought you back here for a good time. And while…[i]human[/i]…feet are a good time for you, I'm waiting for that good fuck that you said I could have. Now am I going to get it, or not?"
Lyle looked at her for a moment before his cock shot back up, erect in seconds as he grinned.
“Yes, yes you are."
As he leaped for her, the transformation completed, and Beth smiled for the first time since she'd stripped down.
[i]Finally. He better be good…[/i]
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]