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[b][u][center]Underfoot at the Dojo

For Martkiey

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

James panted as he slipped out of the last match for the day, the human shaking his head and wiping down his forehead with a towel. He could barely believe that he had managed to last that long against his feline friend, and more, kept up his charade.

As the rest of the dojo’s students moved about to the edge of the room, most of them sitting down and catching their breath, the human looked around. He was the only one of his species in the room, and he could tell that he was still something of an object of fascination by some of the ladies – and annoyingly, some of the men. They looked at him with occasional sparks in their eyes, and he blushed whenever they did.

Then again, he was a fine one to talk, considering what he did when nobody was looking. Like now.

James’ eyes wandered over to the Bengal cat he’d been sparring with, a lovely friend of his named Morgana. His eyes didn’t linger over her chest or her hips, the way some males would. Instead, they drifted down her spotted legs, heading further and further down until they rested on her feet.

He blushed as he looked over them, watching as she stood on tiptoe to reach some of the higher towels in the shelves nearby. Her soles were so soft looking, the bit of padding just under the toes wrinkling slightly as she came back down. Her toes seemed so active, and even with the claws on them, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to bury his face against them, feel them against his nose, and –

He turned away just as he started walking towards him, shaking his head a few times and stretching out his legs. Hoping that it looked natural, James tried to use it as a way to adjust himself, keep his growing bulge from being seen.

It seemed to work, as Morgana walked past him towards the showers without any sign of knowing what he’d done.

[i]Mmmph. Why do I have to be friends with someone that good looking?[/i]

The human shook his head as he watched her leave, trying to keep his foot watching to a minimum. His time at the dojo was always rife with ‘distractions’, considering that everyone fought barefoot, and considering his own fetish. Even the mistress of the place, a Shiba Inu named Motoko Date, was not exempt from his fantasies, and she was utterly –

“James!”

Terrifying. He leaped to his feet as soon as she called his name, and the little canine was in front of him in an instant. Standing almost at attention, the human waited for her instructions as she looked over him, and dreaded her seeing the bulge that wasn’t quite hidden at his crotch.

She circled him, her eyes darting across his face as the other students started walking out of the room. She was completely silent, completely taciturn, and he had no idea what was going through her head. He really wished he did, but he doubted that she would ever let him read her. That was a face that would be perfect for poker.

When they were finally alone, the teacher smiled, and gestured for him to follow her to the middle of the sparring floor. She took a pose with her hands relaxed at her sides, but her legs slightly spread. Her toes dug into the floor, and he groaned.

“You want me to spar with you, now?”

“Why not? You seemed distracted earlier, and it seems you need some one on one attention.”

“But I’m exhausted.”

“Better. It means you’re not going to be hiding any bad habits. Come at me.”

James knew better than to argue any further. If he didn’t start it, the mistress would come after him, and he’d have to defend himself. Considering his current state, there’d be no doing that, and he’d end up pinned underfoot in seconds. As appealing as that was in fantasy, he didn’t want to get caught now.

He launched himself forward, bringing an overhand chop down at the little dog. No sooner had he gotten in reach than she whipped one leg up, batting his arm to the side and catching him by the neck. The pressure of her sole against his upper body sent him tumbling off to the side, almost falling on the ground.

“No! Faster. Better. Not so long in the windup.”

“Yeah, yeah…got it.”

He turned around, trying for a quick kick to the stomach, but she was ready for it. She spun around his kick and used her momentum to bring her foot up against his face again, once more using pressure to push him along rather than cause any injury. He blushed as he was shoved down to the floor this time, her smooth sole sliding off of his cheek in the process.

Then she stood on his back, and his cheeks burned all the more. He could feel her toes, her heels, everything about her paws rubbing against his back as she walked along his fallen form.

“You are slow. If anything, I’d almost think you’d want me to hit you.”

“That’d be pretty silly, wouldn’t it?”

“Unless you had some…other reason…for getting kicked.”

He closed his eyes, deliberately looking away. She couldn’t know, he told himself. There was no way that she’d know, and as long as he wasn’t stupid, she wouldn’t figure it out.

She walked up and down his back a few more times before finally giving a slight sniff. He swore he heard her chuckle before leaping off of him.

“Alright, James. Up.”

She helped him to his feet, and he was about to leave. However, she grabbed him by the arm and stopped him.

“Tomorrow, you’ll come in for a special training session. You and I have a great deal to talk about, and I have an idea of how we might fix your habits.”

“What…But I can’t –”

“Consider it a free lesson. But make sure that you show up. You are going to fall behind if you don’t fix this soon.”

“…Fine. I’ll be there.”

He got to his feet – doing his best to hide his bulge in the process – and slowly walked off of the sparring mat. He had the uneasy feeling that Mistress Date was staring at him as he left, and he couldn’t quite think why she was grinning as much as she was.

#

James groaned as he drove up to the dojo the next day, shaking his head a few times as he put the car in park. The human was still trying not to think of what had happened the day before, of how easily he’d been swept aside by Mistress Date’s feet. She was an expert at martial arts, that was obvious, but he had never thought she could be so tender with them while still keeping her authority. It had been a significant part of his dreams.

And his daydreams, too, considering he had to take an ice-pack out of a mini-freezer and put it on his crotch. Slowly, his bulge went back down, leaving his gi looking normal again. It took him almost five minutes, though, and he knew that he had to pick up the pace if he didn’t want to be late.

Despite his nerves, he was still curious about what kind of training this would be. Mistress Date hadn’t been very clear about it, and he didn’t think it would be quite the same as their normal sessions.

As he walked to the front door, he was surprised to see that Morgana’s car was also there. He blinked, wondering why she might be here on a non-training day. Maybe their teacher had invited her in as well?

[i]Well, at least I’ll have a friend inside,[/i] he thought as he opened the door.

Almost immediately, he spotted a foot coming at his face. He went wide-eyed, but couldn’t react fast enough to stop it. The sole slapped against his face, the heel at his chin and the toes reaching near his eyes as he was pinned back against the door. He struggled, but whoever’s foot it was kept him pinned with incredible ease…not to mention that he was forced to take a few soft smells of it.

James bit down on the groan that tried to slip free, but he was worried that the lady had heard him, particularly when he heard several chuckles.

“What’s going on?”

His question was muffled, but he was sure that it was heard. Several footsteps came closer, and he prayed that his cock wasn’t trying to get hard. It was numb enough that he wasn’t entirely sure what it was doing.

Finally, he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. Mistress Date’s voice spoke up.

“You’ve been picked out for special training today, James. I’ve chosen the best girls to help me help you.”

“With…with what?”

“With overcoming your foot fetish, boy.”

If his cheeks had been on fire before, now they were a raging inferno. He shook his head rapidly, trying to deny what she was saying, but the foot pushed harder on his face. The scent, this time, made him moan, and he heard quite a few girly chuckles. Mistress Date explained.

“You were aroused when I was walking on you and pinning you with my feet yesterday. It was quite clear that you had some need for them.”

“I wasn’t –”

“I didn’t need to see it, James. You humans frequently forget the sense of smell that we anthros have. The idea that you could hide what you were feeling was quite ridiculous. It explains a great deal, however. You have not won once against a female around here. You have been too busy staring at their feet. Is that true?”

“Well…”

Another giggle – far more familiar – came from somewhere close. He realized why the foot on his face looked familiar now, and he groaned.

“Morgana, please tell me that’s not you?”

“Oh, it’s me, alright. Mistress Date told me that you were interested in this, and it explained SO much. I mean, you were always wanting to go for barefoot walks on the beach instead of bringing sandals. I wondered why you wanted to stay behind me rather than walk with me, and now I know.”

“Yes, Morgana, and it’s quite clear that James here needs help getting over his fetish. It is not in itself a bad thing, but it has rendered him helpless against the fairer sex. We shall have to boot it out of him.”

James gulped.

“When you say, uh, boot…”

“We mean that you will spar with us until you are able to fight without losing control of yourself. If you can.”

He had a very, very bad feeling about this.

#

When he was finally let loose, he made his way to the sparring mat. Glancing about, he could see that it was more than just Morgana and a few good students. It seemed that every female student that called the dojo home had showed up for this, and he recognized most of them. Worse, he could see that they were all chuckling to themselves, pointing at him and whispering.

Worst of all, however, was the way that they were sitting around him. Each of them had their feet up, showing off soles that varied from long and thin to short and wide, and everything in between. Despite the anatomical similarities between them and human female feet, there were still such differences. Some had pads, and some were smooth. All had fur that stuck out over the sides of the feet, and most of them – if not all – had either stubs or claws along their toes. It left a bestial, dominating feel to them, and he shuddered as he felt his cock trying to harden at the sight alone.

Soft footsteps barely managed to drag him free of the view, and he blushed worse as Morgana stepped onto the sparring mat with him. The feline grinned at him, putting her hands up in a sparring pose, and sliding her feet back and forth along the mat.

“Ready for a good round, James?”

“I don’t think I can do this, Morgana. Please, this is –”

“For your own good.”

She chuckled, shaking her head.

“And come on, tell me that this isn’t one of your fantasies. I bet you’ve imagined having all of us barefoot and waiting for our turn to bump you around between our feet.”

The sad thing was, she wasn’t wrong. He groaned at the idea, but he put his hands up anyway. He had to at least try to keep her at bay. If he could last long enough, maybe he could convince Mistress Date that she was wrong, and that this training wasn’t really needed. It was pretty unlikely, admittedly, but he could at least –

The first kick came with the speed of lightning, and he barely managed to duck out of the way in time as the Bengal cat’s foot came flying towards his face. He pulled back a step, only to have to duck again as a second kick followed the first. It stopped barely an inch away from his face, letting him see the beautiful wrinkles and folds along the bottom of her foot.

The barrage didn’t stop, and soon he couldn’t back up any further. He lifted his hands in defense, but her kicks were too fast and strong for him to catch all of them. Bit by bit, she shoved him back until he took one kick right to the face. The impact wasn’t too bad – she had pulled the force by a great deal – but he groaned (he hoped) as it hit him.

He stumbled back, and her next kick pressed against his face, guiding him down to the mat in the same way that Mistress Date had done just the day before. Unlike her, however, Morgana kept her foot right on his face, grinding into it and rubbing it in that he’d just lost.

Worse, though, he could feel his cock was definitely erect, and since he’d landed on his back –

“As you can see, girls, James here suffers from an extreme foot fetish. Anyone that disbelieved it before can see the evidence for themselves. He is quite afflicted.”

The girls were definitely talking amongst one another, and the human blushed worse than ever as the Shiba Inu walked over and laid her bare foot on his bulge. He gasped, shivering as he fought the urge to grind up against it.

“I can already feel him squirming under my foot. He’s probably more than halfway towards spurting his semen into his gi. I believe that he could be persuaded to do it right now, despite all embarrassment and humiliation that would result. Is that not true, James?”

“I wouldn’t – ah!”

He blushed as Morgana ground her foot against his face again, reminding him of his position and how hard he was. He nodded rapidly.

“Okay, okay…I would…”

“You would what, James?”

“I’d cum in my gi if you kept that up…”

“As you can see, girls, he is quite willing to give up humiliating truths for a foot in his face. Perhaps you can use this for your own uses later.”

He could already see how that would go, and despite the foot in his face, he could see the other girls already talking to each other. How would this help him? He’d be so saturated with feet that there’d be no way that he could think straight.

“Morgana, lift your foot.”

James wondered if it was his imagination, but he swore that he felt some reluctance from his old friend as she pulled her foot away. He started to get up, only to have toll away as Mistress Date swept her foot towards his face. He barely avoided it, and kept rolling to avoid her stomping kicks that came after.

“Rise, James. Try me once more.”

It took every bit of speed he had to get to his feet, but immediately her foot came at him and shoved him down once more. She held him down, her short toes curling around his nose. He breathed in her scent, his eyes rolling back, and she chuckled.

“Lick, and you can try again.”

[i]…What?[/i]

“Lick my foot, and you will be able to try your luck once more.”

The fantasy had passed through his mind more than once, but he’d never thought that it would actually happen. Nor had he thought that he’d be dealing with an audience at the same time. He glanced to the sides, seeing the girls wiggling their toes. He swore they were encouraging him.

“Lick!”

It was no longer an offer, but a command. He stuck out his tongue immediately, dragging his tongue along the bottom of her sole. Mistress Date smiled, the canine pulling her foot back and letting him get up.

It was the start of a cycle. He would last for one, perhaps two kicks, and down he’d go, pinned beneath her little foot and held in place until he licked her sole. Each time, she made him lick her a bit more, lathering her sole with his spit, and each time she wiped it clean on his gi. He swore that it was getting covered in her footprints, at that point.

Kick, kick, kick. If it had only had a few punches in the fight, he might have had a chance, but he couldn’t think clearly with feet coming at his face. He panted, the human trying to keep up, but more and more of his attention was drawn to her feet and then diverted down to his crotch.

Falling down for the twelfth time, he swore that his cock stood up like a spire towards the heavens. Mistress Date stood on his face, pressing down with a bit more force than before, but with her size, it was still easily tolerable.

“You are more of a pervert than I thought, James. I would have imagined that all this humiliation might have broken you. Instead, it seems to have only encouraged you.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress D–”

“You will not use my name any longer.”

“What?”

“Mistress will be your title for me from now on. And I believe the same shall apply to any female here that can defeat you. If you cannot win a fight against us, you do not have the right to use our names.”

“But…but you can’t –”

She rubbed his cheek with her toes, and he groaned, his gi staining at the crotch as he felt some pre slide free.

“Do not complain, human. I’ve seen your type before.” The Shiba Inu chuckled. “You want to be underfoot. And I believe I am not the only one that would be happy to have you there. If you want out, all you have to do is win a fight against us. But somehow, I think you will keep losing.”

She slowly withdrew her foot, and gestured at Morgana. The feline joined her, and the teacher and his friend started making their way to the lockers. The mistress of the dojo paused, looking over her shoulder.

“Have your fun with the human. I believe that he needs to find his place in the pecking order.”

James didn’t even have a chance to get up. At once, all of the other ladies rushed him, pinning him beneath dozens of pairs of feet that rubbed him and pushed him from all angles. The human was rapidly reduced to moans of humiliation, trapped beneath all of them, and…

Yet he was okay with it…somehow.

He started licking those around him, settling in to his new place. He sucked on toes, smelled the soles, and gave them the worship that they were due. After all, what else was a foot boy like him to do?

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