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[b][u][center]Crushing on the Panthers[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Part 1[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Guy_Threepwood[/center][/u][/b]

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

The long drive from university to the new house left Daniel a lot of time to think, and once he'd run through his music collection, that was really all that was left for him to do.

The young man stared out the windshield, occasionally shaking his head. Not at the landscape, which was nice enough, but rather at the impending destination and what he'd be finding there.

[i]Never thought mom would want to settle down with an anthro, let alone a feline,[/i] he thought. [i]Thought they were supposed to be kinda promiscuous.[/i]

Not that it mattered to him, really. His mom was an adult, she could figure out what she wanted to do with her life, and it wasn't like he was getting a new dad so much as just a new member of the family. That was easily tolerable, something that he wouldn't need to work to get around. As long as this Ben and his son didn't cause trouble, he was sure that it would be fine.

Still, it would be an interesting holiday to have them around…particularly when he and his mom were spending the holidays at [i]their[/i] place instead of back at home.

He finally pulled off the freeway, turning into the suburbs and following the directions his mom had given him to find the panthers' house. It was in a pretty well-off part of the neighborhood, one where there were all two-story houses and a great deal of big, expensive cars in the driveways. He could make out makes and models that were probably in the six-figure costs without even trying, and he shook his head as he drove on.

Eventually, he pulled up to a large-ish one, one that looked to be two and a half stories tall – the last part being over half the house rather than the rest – and his mom's car, a bit of a junker, was next to an SUV that looked like it probably chugged gas the way a frat boy chugged beer. It was built to batter through things, and considering what he heard of this Ben, he was pretty sure that matched the panther's personality in the courtroom.

[i]Well…let's see what we're dealing with.[/i]

Daniel put his car in park, stepped outside, and walked into the house.

Almost immediately, he could hear an argument going on. Not a big one, not the sort that made a son come running to his mother's defense with fists raised, but more like the sort of thing that families often got into. The little squabbles. He chuckled. Seeing that his mother had left her shoes by the door, he did the same and followed the noise.

The first thing he noticed when he found them were the panthers, and he immediately understood his mother's reasons for wanting Ben.

The tallest panther of the three in the room was dressed in a suit, one that looked like it had had the shoulders let out to allow for all the bulk up there. Despite being dressed for court, the panther had the body of a full-on linebacker, the sort of person that would slam his way through the field and make his way right to the end zone. The fact that he kept that build despite being retired from the field was…surprisingly attractive.

A quick glance to the other two – Ben Jr., the son, and a daughter that he didn't know yet – showed that the family genes favored the father. Both of them were rather fit, though the daughter was more wiry than Ben Jr. The son was nearly of a height with his dad, and though he wore more relaxed clothes, he looked like he could switch to a suit without losing anything. The jeans and t-shirt fit him well, showing off the cut of his muscles beneath them.

They hadn't noticed him yet, and he flicked his eyes down, just out of curiosity.

[i]Oooooh, my…[/i]

Daniel fought the urge to lick his lips as he looked at the paws on display. Not the sister, really, but Ben and Ben Jr.? The human felt a stirring down below already. Thick, heavy panther paws, black-furred and thick toed, they sprawled in a way that just took ownership of the space that they claimed.

[i]Well, this weekend just got a lot more interesting.[/i]

He stepped forward, waving to get everyone's attention.

“Sorry for being late, guys. I'm Daniel," he said, introducing himself.

“Daniel. Charmed to finally meet you," Ben said. “These are my children. Benjamin Jr. and Josephine."

“Call me Jo," the daughter muttered.

“And it's Ben. Not Benjamin," Ben Jr. added.

“Nice to meet you all," Daniel said, nodding his head to each one of them and carefully keeping his eyes up high. “So, uh, what's all the grumbling about?"

“Bedroom arrangements," his mom muttered. “It's not that complicated. I just think that you should have your own room."

“As our guest, I would agree," Ben said, looking at his kids. “Now, I was suggesting that Josephine room with her brother on an air mattress –"

Both Ben Jr. and Josephine immediately leaped back to their complaints, and considering they were both adults, he couldn't blame them. Siblings or not, that sort of thing got awkward fast, and it was better not to have to deal with it if they didn't have to.

Besides…

He gave Ben Jr. another look-over. The more that he saw, the better the cat looked, and he felt like it was a little unfair that his mother got to have all the eye-candy.

“How about we let me take the air mattress and move in with Ben Jr. for the holidays?" he suggested.

All the felines, and his mother, for that matter, turned to look at him.

“What? It's not like it's going to bother me sharing a room. We're already sharing a house, after all, and at least this way Josephine gets to keep her room. I'm guessing that's where you were going to put me?"

“Yes, and no offense, but I don't want my room to smell like male," she said.

“That's another good reason to put me in with Ben Jr. then," Daniel said, shrugging his shoulders. “It's not like we'll make the room smell more like male, and we'll just enjoy each other's company in a less awkward way."

“I suppose that would be slightly more practical," the patriarch of the house said, tapping his chin. “Still, I am loathe to put a guest on an air mattress when a bed is available."

“If it helps, I don't have claws."

The older panther chuckled.

“I suppose that is a good point. Josephine is more likely to break it."

“Hey!"

“Quiet, dear."

Ben Sr. nodded.

“We'll make it happen. Now, let's start discussing dinner, shall we? I imagine that we are all hungry after all that arguing, and it'd be better to start the evening with something more pleasant than further debate."

“Words won't fill bellies, after all," Daniel's mom said.

He was good with that. As he fell in with the conversation, offering to go get the food from wherever they needed to get it, he couldn't help but keep directing his attention to Ben Jr. The younger panther was really a satisfying piece of eye candy, and he was looking forward to the night when the other guy had gone to bed.

Looking at those paws up close was going to be a treat and a half…

#

The evening passed relatively quickly. They settled on Chinese food, eating through it rather quickly and settling in for conversation.

Daniel had been polite, but direct, in the way that he walked to Ben Sr. The older panther, as easy on the eyes as he was, was still trying to date his mom. As the son, he needed to at least talk to the guy, see what his intentions were.

And, while they were a little old-fashioned, Daniel had to admit that they were more honorable than some guys would have been. The panther talked about the human's mom like she was some kind of trophy, at times, but there was obvious affection, attachment, and attraction there. Several times, Ben Sr. looked across the room and purred at the sight of the human female, and Daniel had to clear his throat to get them back on topic.

From everything he heard, there was some definite 'superiority' issues, where the panther considered himself to be the final arbiter of what was going to happen between Daniel's mom and himself, but there were gentle spots, as well. Things where the older man seemed willing to bend, places where he seemed willing to take a compromise. That was about as much as Daniel felt he could ask.

They ended up shaking on it, making it more or less official that Ben Sr. had the human's approval to continue dating, and they went on their merry way.

The rest of the night was little more than chit-chat and the occasional bit of games. Board games, mostly, though they were half-done at best and easily dropped as people lost interest. Eventually, the midnight started creeping up, and people were starting to get tired.

“Alright. I think I need to find that air mattress and get set up," Daniel said. “Someone mind showing me where it is?"

“Of course. Benjamin, if you would?"

“Yeah, sure, dad."

The younger panther got to his paws, leading him down the hall to a closet. They pulled the folded-up air mattress out, though the human was the one to carry it. It wasn't like he wanted to risk popping the only thing between him and the hard-wood floor, after all. That would get very uncomfortable, despite everything that he'd be getting, otherwise.

Ben Jr.'s room was a pretty good size, with plenty of room between the foot of the bed and the wall on the far side. Daniel shuffled the air mattress in, plugging it into the wall and letting it inflate. The slow rise filled the room with the echoing whirs of the engine on the mattress, stifling any real conversation.

The temptation to go back to ogling the panther's paws was there, but he held back. He didn't want to give himself away any further than he might have already done, and he doubted that it would be readily acceptable for him to be crushing on Ben Sr.'s son. The fact that the family was already going to be joined with his mother and this Ben's father was probably good enough. Didn't need to make it awkward.

While the mattress was still inflating, though, Ben Jr. reached over and unplugged it. Daniel blinked, turning to look at him.

“What was that for?"

“Well, I was thinking. The bed's big enough to share, really. And I might be willing to let you do that."

[i]That…is unexpected.[/i]

The bed was technically big enough to share, though it was a queen-sized mattress rather than a king. They'd both have enough space, though it might be a bit strange with two guys that didn't really know each other. Not as strange as a guy and a girl, in some ways, but strange enough.

The fact that it was offered, though…

“Why? What's the might?"

“Well, how about you give me a paw rub, first?"

The panther sat at the edge of the bed, extending one of those large black paws in his direction. The fact that the underside, with its pads and the soft fur between, was finally visible actually sent a little thrill through his crotch, but Daniel was able to keep from grinning like a fool.

Barely.

[i]This is way better than I thought.[/i]

He nodded, sitting down on the half-inflated air mattress.

“I'd be up for that. Any reason?"

“Oh, just a bit sore. Working out and training for football season makes for a sore and stiff cat."

“Playing like your dad?"

“More like a running than a linebacker. Don't want to run into people, want to run around them."

“Heh, playing crafty early, huh?" he asked as he took the paw in hand.

It was a big paw, and the toes looked bigger and yet more dexterous than he had thought they would be from a distance. They wiggled at him, the claws at the end flashing in the bedroom light, and he had the image of his tongue between the toes flashing through his mind.

Not helping his erection any, he stroked his thumbs along the bottom, starting a slow massage at the equivalent of the heel and slowly working his way up the bottom of the foot. He heard the panther groan above him and assumed he was doing a good job, continuing to move his way up.

It didn't help that the toes kept fanning out, forcing him to pay attention to the curling digits. Not just for fetish reasons, but also because they were, well, rather dangerous. Those claws could hurt him if he wasn't careful.

Didn't stop him from imagining what those claws could do on his back, or his face, or anywhere else that those paws might step in his imagination. They'd leave little prickle marks no matter how gentle the panther was, probably marking him this way and that as some sort of perverted human that enjoyed being under panther paws.

And as long as they healed before he went back to university, he was pretty sure that he'd be okay with that.

He was just starting to make his way up to the ball of the paw, where the big pads were, when the other one shifted…and bumped against his erection.

Daniel's eyes went wide as he felt the toes wrapping around the tip of his bulge, and he looked up past the toes that he'd been about to start massaging. Ben Jr. looked at him knowingly, smirking.

“I figured you were a paw-lover."

“How did you know?"

“The way that you stared at them when we were talking about sleeping arrangements. My dad might have missed it, but I didn't."

“You knew?"

“Obviously."

The toes gripped him tighter for a moment before splaying out, pressing firmly against his crotch and crushing his dick back against his belly. He groaned under his breath, blushing hard as he felt them rubbing, grinding, pushing against his pants.

Ben Jr. chuckled, shaking his head.

“You really are a paw-lover. I thought you'd be interested, but geez. You humans really do give in quick."

“Well, we're…sensitive. And we don't have all that fur to muffle things."

“Heh, don't really care about the reasons. But if you want this…I have conditions."

“What kind of –"

Ben Jr. pulled his paw free from the potential massage, holding it over Daniel's lips. The feeling of that thick digit rubbing against his lips, feeling it drumming on and even slightly threatening his face, only made it worse. The panther shook his head.

“We'll talk about that later. For now, explore my paws…show me how much you like them…and we'll see if we even need to talk about that."

After giving a slow nod in return, Daniel reached up to the paw on his face and gently pulled it back. He had been hoping to play with them freely, but having such free reign as he had been given…

Well, he wasn't going to complain.

He kissed the pads along the underside, shivering at the knowledge that he was actually submitting to a panther like this, that he was getting to play with such beautiful paws. They were thick and heavy, and as he kissed them, Ben Jr. pressed them down on his face with just enough pressure to remind him of the power behind them. Big, thick, strong, and fully capable of pinning him to the ground and holding him there.

Daniel dragged his head side to side, nuzzling against that big central pad before kissing it again, his lips drawn to the different soft spots among the fur. It was like playing hide and seek with the paw pads, playing with them and making sure that they were getting all the attention that they deserved. Lick, kiss, nuzzle. Lick, kiss, nuzzle.

He made his way back to the toes, licking his way along the side of the biggest of them before slowly opening his mouth. Trusting Ben Jr. to be careful, he slowly licked along the side of it before moving to the underside, guiding it into his mouth.

“Mmm, you're a dedicated human."

He blushed, nodding as he slowly sucked on the large digit. He didn't taste much besides fur and flesh. Maybe a little bit of musk, but it was mild, well-washed and taken care of rather than the heated thing that most athletes would have.

As he bobbed his head around the toe, he could feel the claw, felt the curve of it pressing against the roof of his mouth, always reminding him that it was there, that it could come down and cut through his tongue if it wanted.

He didn't let it scare him. He just kept licking, sucking, bobbing.

All the while, his fingers were keeping up the slow massage on the bottom of that paw, treating it like the wonderful thing that it was. He could feel it relaxing, the tension along the underside and the middle starting to fade away as he kept up the massage, his thumbs digging into all the right places to drag it out and make it better.

Ben Jr. watched him the whole time, never taking his eyes off of him. He wondered if he was doing something wrong, but couldn't imagine what it could be. He just hoped that he did good enough to earn a little bit more consideration.

He pulled the big toe out of his mouth and moved to the next one, trailing his tongue along the side before pulling it deep into his mouth. Just like before, he bobbed up and down on it, giving it the royal treatment, and he looked up to see how he was doing.

The big cat was enjoying it, that much was for certain. He was groping his crotch, teasing himself to what the human was doing, even going so far as to have pulled his zipper down and fondled himself through his underwear. He blushed, looking back down at the paw in front of him, but Ben didn't let him forget what he was doing.

“That's it, paw-lover. Show me your devotion."

In the back of his head, he wondered if his mother had done this for the older panther, and he shivered at the mental image. It wasn't what he wanted to think about, but it would be possible. Like parent, like child.

He dragged his tongue along the underside of the toe as he pulled it out of his mouth, gradually going down the line of them, giving each one the affection that they deserved, pampering them while the panther kept teasing him.

“Mmm, do you love that toe more than the others? Careful, they might get jealous."

“Hehehe, you like the taste of panther paws, don't you?"

“Nuzzle in under the toes. Maybe I'll let you use my paws as your pillows tonight if you treat them right."

“Don't forget the claws."

That was something he could never forget. They were a constant reminder of the sheer power of the panther paws, a reminder that they could rip him to pieces if Ben Jr. ever felt like he was slacking off or not doing his job right. He needed to give them everything that they deserved, all the pampering that he could, or he wasn't doing his job right.

Lick, lick, lick he went between the toes, dragging out the little bits of fluff that were there with his fingers before giving them the tongue-cleaning that they deserved.

He even went up to the claws, licking around the bases of them before going along the smooth side, all the way to the pointed tip. That, for some reason, seemed to impress Ben Jr. the most, and he tried to do it more often, showing off his dedication to the big cat and making sure that he did everything that he possibly could.

Eventually, that paw was clean, and the other was lifted from his crotch to his face. He groaned as he nuzzled into it, the soft smell of flesh and fur that had faded from the first paw back to his face now. This time, however, there was no massaging. Instead, Ben Jr. shoved it against his face, splaying the toes out around his forehead, trapping his nose against the space between the toes and the big pad in the center. It was like getting a giant 'boof' to the face with that paw.

“You are doing well. Do you think that you could stay down there all day long?" Ben Jr. asked.

“I probably could. I….like it more than I thought I would."

“Well, maybe we should make an arrangement for that."

“What –"

“Ah. You're doing good, but you're not guaranteed just yet. Keep going."

He groaned under his breath, but got back to work, dragging his tongue along the bottom of that paw and then nuzzling into it, letting himself sink further and further into his own willing submission to the panther.

There was something about submitting himself to someone so much stronger than him, so much more powerful. While he had been studying his own sort of subjects, he'd always had a soft spot for jocks, and even more, for the football players. The fact that they could just pound dirt and shoot for the stars so quickly made them…admirable, to him.

The fact that he was under one right now, and one with paws that were just eminently capable of dominating him, was only the icing on the cake.

Soon, he was back to sucking toes, and as he did, Ben Jr. started working his crotch again. His cock had stayed completely hard throughout the worship session, and it was more than happy to have the pressure of a big paw on it again.

As the panther worked his dick like a joystick, Daniel did his best to focus on the toes in his mouth, licking around them and bobbing along them with abandon. He wanted to make sure that he always did his best, trying to keep track of the claw, trying to give it a good cleaning, but with the stimulation down below…

He groaned, panting softly, trying not to wobble or shift or thrust, but the temptation was always there, and the way those toes were sliding around his bulge, squeezing and stroking and teasing, it was nearly impossible to keep his mind on his task.

[i]Try…just keep trying…[/i]

That was all he could do, and he did it to the best of his ability. He licked, he sucked, he closed his eyes tight and he focused entirely on the feeling in his mouth and the paw that was pressing back against his face and fingers.

He swore that Ben Jr. was making it harder for him intentionally, splitting his focus between the paw on his face and the one on his crotch, making him have to pay attention to both with an intensity that was almost impossible. Even as he kept licking, sucking, bobbing, his cheeks were burning at the exertion and effort it took to treat his new…

His new what? Friend? Friends with benefits? It was feeling like a lot more than that. Almost like the panther had set himself up as the human's superior, like he was now ruling his life.

And while he wasn't opposed to it, he was surprised that it had happened so quickly.

[i]Mmmph. Just focus on the paws. Not on the fantasy. On the paws.[/i]

He was about to pull back and focus on the undersides with his tongue again when Ben Jr. did that for him. The sudden pull almost caught his tongue with the claw, and he gasped, holding his lips to check for any sudden cuts.

To his credit, the panther stopped, looking down at him with some concern.

“Are you okay?" he asked.

“Yeah, just…yeah, I'm fine. Just wasn't ready for that."

“Good. I don't want to hurt you."

“Yeah, I don't want to be hurt, either."

Both paws pressed down to his crotch, the panther smiling down at him at that moment with a sort of benevolence that was…a bit at odds with the claws that were pricking at his thighs, Daniel had to admit. He blushed as he took in that intense gaze, slowly looking off to the side.

“What?"

“Just thinking about how right it looks to have a human down there."

“What, thinking like your dad?"

“Where do you think I learned that from?"

“Good point."

The paws kneaded at him in the same way that a feral cat's front paws would have done along his legs. He blushed, shifting from side to side as he tried not to think about what the claws could do. They were right over his arteries down there, after all.

“So…am I doing well?" Daniel asked.

“Very."

“I'm glad. I, uh, I haven't done this before."

“Heh, pretty obviously, but you're enthusiastic enough."

“I'm, uh, glad you think so."

[i]Could this be any more awkward?[/i] he wondered as the paws kept rubbing him, as he kept trying to think of something to say to fill the silence. Every time the toes nudged against his bulge, he half-wondered if that footjob was going to start again, but it kept slowing down, kept pulling back whenever he started getting into it.

This had to be a test of some sort, he thought. The fact that Ben Jr. knew how much he loved this, that the panther had to know how much he was getting into it, meant that there was a reason to keep holding him back.

But why?

The human sat there, eventually resting his hands on the tops of the paws. He didn't try and push them towards his bulge, but instead just rubbed them, massaging from above rather than from below. Once more, the panther started purring, and he supposed he was probably doing a good thing.

[i]What does he want?[/i] he wondered. Now that the moment of excitement and taboo had passed, he was wondering where they were going to go from here? It wasn't like they were going to be able to just do this tonight and forget about it for the rest of the trip. Now that he'd had this taste, he doubted that he would be able to look Ben Jr. straight in the eye and think of anything else.

Hell, he would probably be looking at the patriarch of the family in the same way, wondering what it would be like down there. Now that he'd finally done it…

[i]Man…I might have really screwed the pooch this time…[/i]

His awkward top-of-paw massage continued for nearly five minutes before Ben Jr. leaned back on the bed, lifting his paws into a position right in front of Daniel's face. The human stared at the slick undersides, then grunted as they pressed against his cheeks.

He was yanked forward, resting his chin on the edge of the bed, his lips almost against the panther's bulge in his pants. He blushed, looking up from that to the eyes of the feline staring down at him.

“One last thing for you, Daniel."

“What's that?"

“Just a question."

That seemed simple enough.

“Or a choice, I suppose."

Still…mostly simple. He nodded, waiting to hear what it was the panther wanted him to choose between.

“You're pretty close, right?"

Daniel nodded.

“Then this should be an easy choice for you. You can cum tonight, and I'll even help you do it with my paws. Or…"

The human groaned as the paws pressed against the sides of his head. They weren't quite crushing him, but they weren't making it easy for him to think, either. The pressure was enough to give him the beginnings of a headache.

“Or, you can come up to bed with me, and we'll talk about a more permanent arrangement tomorrow."

“What do you mean…permanent?"

“Well, if you finish tonight, that means this was just a bit of fun. Just a bit of paw play that'll never happen again. But if you're willing to hold out and see what happens…well, I might just have a way for us to keep doing this for a lot longer."

“But it means –"

“No fun for you tonight. And maybe not tomorrow, either, depending on how things go. But some eventually."

It was an interesting choice, and it was an actual choice. He was really worked up, and his hard-on wanted nothing more than the chance to blow his load all over those paws. Even if he had to lick it up afterwards, he would enjoy it, probably even love it. It'd stay in his mind as a masturbatory fantasy for the rest of his life.

But if he didn't…

There was some definite appeal in the mystery, particularly considering how Ben Jr. had been pretty good to him so far. No guilt-tripping him about having the paw fetish, no anger about manipulating things so that they could share a room. Just a bit of fun, and even offering him a chance to back out without any guilt or questions asked.

It was that good faith that prompted him to nod and stand up.

“I'll take the bed."

“Heh, I was hoping you'd say that. Come here."

The panther rolled to the side, giving him some room on the bed, and – after letting the air out of the air mattress – Daniel joined him. He found himself being cuddled from behind, furry arms wrapped around him and furry fingers pulling at the buttons on his pants.

“What are you doing?"

“No more than underwear at night. You want to get out of those."

Nodding, he helped the panther strip him, and then did the same for the feline. After a few seconds, they were both down to underwear, boxers for him and briefs for the panther. They pressed against each other again, though this time it was slightly more awkward with the hard rod pressed right up against his backside.

Not that awkward, though. It wasn't what he imagined, but it wasn't bad, either.

“Sleep well, human."

“…Sleep well, Ben, uh, sir."

It was weird, but being referred to by his species almost felt a bit…arousing. Like he was something a bit different, a bit less, and it pushed him to refer to the panther as something more.

Apparently, it was the right response, because Ben Jr. started nuzzling against the back of his neck, giving it a little attention before settling in and purring. Both confused and frustratingly horny, Daniel closed his eyes to try and get some sleep.

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