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[b][u][center]The Pie Maker’s Paw Pet

For Drachetto

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

Joey woke up without any knowledge of where he was. Considering he was on the side of the road next to a farm, he was pretty sure that meant that he was off in the countryside, but that didn’t narrow things down very much.

The young man got up, groaning as he did. He felt a bit sore, but not enough to make him think that he’d been thrown out of car while out with friends or something. He hadn’t been driven out and then thrown away. Something had left him here.

As he looked around, he saw people moving about the farm fields in the distance, but there was something odd about the way that they moved. They didn’t look like they were walking, and instead seemed to have a roll, then leap, then roll movement, almost like they hopping instead of walking.

But that was ridiculous. He must have been seeing things.

Shaking his head again, he started walking down the road. There had to be something off in the distance if he walked long enough. Even these days, farms weren’t that far off from the towns that they supplied. Sooner or later, he’d find someone.

At the very least, Joey was sure that he’d find a car that he could hitchhike with.

#

“Oh…my…god…”

After nearly an hour’s walk, Joey finally found a shop. It was on the outskirts of the town, standing on its own with a truck in the driveway, a big one with a van-like back but with a front that was designed to haul hard. It looked no different from the stuff back home, save for the driver that was just getting out.

It wasn’t a person. It was a fox.

It seemed utterly impossible, but stepping out of the truck was a fox that was dressed like a human, walked like a human, even was talking on a phone like a human. The only difference was a lack of footwear and all the animal parts that he had.

[i]Impossible,[/i] he thought. [i]That…that can’t be…[/i]

Joey felt himself drawn forward in pure curiosity, unable to help himself, just having to see this up close. It had to be some sort of trick, some sort of really good mascot suit, didn’t it? That had to be what it actually was.

As he got closer, he saw the side of the truck. ‘Gideon Grey Pies’, it said. It even had a picture of the fox that had just gotten out of the truck, too.

[i]Is it…[/i]

He kept shaking his head, refusing to believe that this was real. It had to be some sort of joke, some sort of prank, something that this company did to drum up business. But the more he watched the fox through the window, the more he wondered if it was possible.

As he stared inside, he saw other animals. Rabbits, mostly, little things that moved in the same rolling hop that he had seen in the distance. Either the entire town was made of people in mascot suits, or…

Or they were really talking animals like this.

His head was spinning as he watched them place orders, taking pies from the back of the shop and then hopping out of the building. None of them seemed at all concerned about the fact that they were dealing with one of their natural predators, nor did the fox seem at all interested in eating them.

[i]This place is just breaking all the rules,[/i] he thought, unable to stop himself from shaking his head.

That said, the fox seemed relatively friendly. Maybe, just maybe, there’d be a way for him to get some information here. Find out how he had gotten here, what he could do to get home. The fox – Gideon, he guessed – looked nice enough, and maybe he’d be willing to help a stranger out.

He waited for the rabbits to clear out of the shop, then finally stepped through the door.

“Excuse me?”

The fox turned back around, leaving the register behind. As soon as the fox set eyes on him, though, things changed.

Joey shivered as he saw the fox’s kind smile drop, replaced with one that was more cunning and twisted than it had been before. Claws sprung free of fingers, scratching along the wooden counter.

[i]Oh dear…[/i]

He started to back up –

“Hey, don’t you move.”

The fox’s voice was deep, husky, and a bit heavy as the big guy stepped out from around the counter. Overalls and a flannel shirt seemed to be his clothes of choice, his feet – no, paws, three-toed and furred – bare and uncovered as he walked across the room.

Joey couldn’t even remember how to move. It was impossible for him to even think of moving from that spot.

In less than a minute, the fox had gone from a kindly figure to a menacing, half-feral one, the seven-foot-tall male standing over him and grinning wildly. Joey couldn’t think to do anything but stand there and stare, his eyes wide as he stared at the wild thing.

The fox looked him up and down, sniffing the air a bit, and then chuckled.

“You’ll do.”

“Do? Do for what?”

“Whatever I want.”

“I…I should –”

“Hey! I didn’t say you could go.”

A big, furry hand came down on his shoulder before he could turn around, before he could leave the shop. He yelped as he was pulled off his feet and pushed down on all fours, one big bare foot coming down on his back to keep him from getting up.

“You’re gonna stay with me for a while. I ain’t never seen something like you, but I bet you got plenty of things you can do for me.”

“I’m not supposed to be here! Come on, just…let me up…”

He tried to push up against the foot on his back, but it just didn’t happen. There was nothing he could do; the fox was too big, too strong, and that foot was way too heavy.

Eventually, he slumped down, giving up, and only then did the foot come off of his back.

“Come on. Gonna put you to work.”

#

It didn’t take long to find out what sort of ‘work’ the fox meant. They went into one of the back rooms, which apparently was where the fox, Gideon, lived when he wasn’t running the store. The fox sat down in an armchair, pulling over a footrest before putting his feet up on it, wiggling his toes and flexing his feet.

Joey, on the other hand, was forced to look at those soles, and realize just what it was he was supposed to do.

“Go on,” Gideon said, curling his toes again. “Get in there. Rub ‘em. Smell ‘em.”

“Do I…have to?”

“Yeah, ya do. Or do I gotta step on you and make you?”

“…”

Fighting the little shivers of fear, he slid a bit closer, kneeling before those feet. Considering how tall Gideon was, they were big, big enough to cover his whole face if they were pushed down on him. He didn’t want to think about what that would do to him if he ended up making the fox angry.

So, he reached up, touching them, running his hands from the heel up to the toes. They were long and flat, rather than the arched human foot, and the undersides had the familiar pad bumps that a lot of little animals back home had. Unlike the soft pads of housepets, though, these were rough, well-used, and not the cleanest, either.

A little breath brought the smell of earth, and a hint of a soft, corn-chip sort of smell that tended to come from well-worn soles. He groaned, his cheeks burning as he started to rub one foot, digging his thumbs into the flesh in an attempt at a massage.

At least it seemed to make the fox happy, though he didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing for him at that moment.

As Gideon groaned for him, pushing his feet forward, there was no way for Joey to get away from the strange smell that came from the soles. It wasn’t an offensive smell, really; there was no sweat smell, no strange sort of musky thing that burned at his nose, like could happen in the locker room. No, it was just that earthy sort of thing.

The rubbing went on, the fox grunting and groaning from time to time, some of the dirt coming off on the human’s fingers. And it didn’t help that Gideon teased him, too.

“Heh. Looks like you belong down there, whatever you are. Little foot rubber, getting into a fox’s feet.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Rub ‘em, rub ‘em good. I wanna see them shine after you get ‘em all clean from this massaging stuff.”

“Go on, get a good whiff of my big old feet. Bet ya that you’re starting to like it.”

That was…not entirely wrong. Much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to pitch a pretty big tent in his pants, and he could feel his dick starting to throb from what he was doing. He didn’t know if it was the humiliation, the fact that the fox had just shoved him down into this and made him do something so…weird, or just…

[i]Maybe it’s the paws?[/i]

The more he looked at them, the harder he seemed to get, so maybe that was the case? He’d never been interested before, but this was…this was something else.

Pulled forward by an interest that was almost magnetic, Joey leaned in closer and closer to the fox’s big paws, big, long, meaty paws. Before he realized it, he was pressing his nose between the toes, sniffing softly to take in more of the scent, his fingers slowing down and…

And his tongue sliding out.

“Huh?”

Gideon’s grunt was followed by the first lick, a long, slow one that dragged his tongue along the biggest, middle pad on the fox’s paw. It was no longer so dirty, only maybe a bit dusty, and he blushed as he licked it off and then licked it again, and again, the rough, slightly cracked pad scratching at his tongue.

“Heh, I shoulda guessed you’d fall for ‘em. You think that you’re the first? Nah. I’ve put a lot of little things under my paws before.”

Joey blushed at the thought, his cock feeling harder and harder in his pants as he imagined what it would have been like to know this fox as a teenager, or to see him growing up. The fact that he was this big and burly now, this cruel…

He groaned as he dragged his tongue over the rough paw pads, feeling how used they were, how long they must have been barefoot to get a texture like this. It wasn’t bad, merely…different, harder and hotter than what he would have expected. He huffed, puffing, his hand twitching towards his crotch.

“Yeah, you love those long stompers, don’t you? Bet you wish that they were crushing you against the floor. Or stepping on that thing between your legs.”

He bit his lips, trying to hold back a moan, and he barely succeeded as he imagined the long paws pressing down on his face, over his crotch, anything that might have pushed him further.

He didn’t know what had happened to him, but something definitely had. Joey was shivering, trembling, feeling the need for the paws in a way that he had never felt the need for anything else before.

“Heh, don’t gotta hide it. I can see what you want from here. Heh, didn’t understand it when I was growing up, but I see it now.”

Gideon pushed one of his paws forward, grinding it against the side of the human’s face, and Joey gasped almost immediately. His cheeks burned as it ground against the side of his face, pushing him back a bit, and it only got worse as his cheeks were smooshed between both paws at once, held there.

“They’re pretty dang sexy, ain’t they? Big and heavy, bit rough. Makes you know right where you belong, don’t they?”

“Y-yes.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, get on the floor. I want to see you underfoot the proper way.”

There was no choice, really. No choice in the matter in the slightest. Joey did as he was told, going down to the ground, his back against the floor as the footrest was pushed out of the way.

Now, he was the footrest.

The fox’s paws came down, one of them against his crotch, the other against his face. He groaned as the dry, slightly rough pads came down on his face again, squeezing and grinding against him, reminding him of where he belonged, how little he mattered compared to the big fox above him. The humiliation was almost enough to have him dripping in his pants on its own, but with that fox paw against his cock…

He swore he had never been into feet or paws or anything like that before, but there was something about this that was corrupting him, changing him, warping him to be like what the fox wanted him to be. Joey shivered, huffing and puffing against the toes in his face, licking them gently as the fox’s other paw –

SPROING. His cock jumped out of his pants as Gideon pulled them down, letting it out. No sooner had it jumped free than it was stomped down against his belly, held there as the fox rolled his paw side to side, grinding it against his shaft, pinning it against his stomach. He huffed as he felt his pre being used as lube, the only thing that was keeping the long, slow, dry grinding from being a bit painful.

Instead, it was…insanely good.

“Yeah, you know where you belong, dontcha, human? You know that you belong down there, right under my paws.”

“Right…mmmph…under your paws.”

He nodded, shivering, his cheeks burning at the fact that he had been reduced to nothing more than a paw toy. It could have been worse, all things considered; Gideon was a big guy, and could have pounded him to a pulp.

Instead, he was just humiliating him.

Just using him.

Just grinding on him.

Joey arched his back slightly, not quite thrusting, but definitely pushing his dick up against the thick fox paw that was stroking over him. He could feel his pre-cum already bubbling up, begging to be let loose, to shoot all over the bottom of that paw. To squirt over other parts. To just…

Release…

“You wanna cum, human? You wanna cum all over Gideon’s big paws, huh? You gonna make a mess?”

“Nnngh…I…I can’t…”

“Heh, pretty pathetic. Nothing but a paw lover. You better be ready to live down there, you know.”

Gideon pushed down all the harder on him, and Joey groaned, shivering as his face and his cock were pinned so firmly underfoot. His cock was pinned, stroked, rubbed by the rough pads, and…

And there was no way that he could resist any longer.

Joey came, and he came hard, milked more with every slow stroke along the bottom of his cock by that big paw. He came, and squirted, and came, and squirted again, shooting rope after rope of cum along the wooden floorboards of the room.

He panted as the paws came off of him, leaving him shaking and shivering on the floor. Gideon chuckled, shaking his head as he got to his feet.

“I gotta get some work done in the shop. You stay right there; I’ll need you for some, heh, stress relief later.”

Joey did as he was told, laying right on the ground as Gideon walked off. He heard the soft squelch of the other male stepping into one of the ropes of cum that littered the floor, but he barely noticed.

He was stuck here, he realized. There was no getting away from the fox, and more importantly, he wasn’t sure that he entirely wanted to. He just wanted to get a little bit more of what he’d already gotten, a bit more of the pleasure that came from being underfoot.

That, and…

And, well, he wasn’t sure that he could actually get away from the giant fox. Not without getting himself in worse trouble than he was already in.

Better to wait. Better to wait and hope that something better presented itself.

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