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He fiddled with the small, lightweight ball precariously clutched between his fingertips, pausing to wipe away what little sweat that clung to his fingers as he brushed them over his pant leg.

"I don't have all day." Sammy growls, breaking the tense silence that had manifested inside the basement.

"Patience, please." he murmured, studying the lone plastic cup that stood atop her end of the table.

Like usual, a fairly standard evening had evolved into another competition between the couple. To be fair, their boredom had played an equal part in the contest, just as much as Sammy's naturally competitive spirit. Neither were much in the mood for video games, seeing as they hadn't purchased anything new, due to their lack of any recent trips to the thrift store or a used media business that they were frequent customers of. As the two brainstormed, Eric was reminded of the game of beer pong he'd witnessed at the party they attended weeks ago.

Seemed easy enough. Take a ball and toss it into a cup. Simple, right? For some people, not at all. Luckily for Eric, he had an uncanny ability to sink nearly every shot he took, a feat that Sammy was both impressed by and worried of. Losing a game was one thing, something that didn't bother her much, but losing a bet was a completely different beast in itself. Each had set their own terms and conditions, should they win. Sammy had gone for a simple, but effective punishment. A week of Eric being her slave and chore-boy. Sure, it wasn't particularly creative, but she hadn't gone into this expecting any kind of stake, aside from bragging rights. Eric, on the other hand, chose a cryptic reward that he refused to elaborate on. All he wanted, in his own words, was to, "Try something new!". The feline wasn't sure if that meant going out somewhere special or something far more deviant. Knowing him, she anticipated the latter.

Eric silently assessed the playing area, eyeing the red cup that at the very end of the table. He'd taken a few shots before, but either came up short or sent the ball clattering onto the basement floor as he overshot. Shifting his gaze, he looked at the two cups still on his end of the board. The odds were still in his favor, even if he missed this crucial shot. Sammy was clearly skilled at the game, while he was either blessed with beginner's luck or had more experience than he was letting on. He bounced the thin plastic ball against the foldable table that Sammy had dragged out from the closet for this occasion, each hollow click of the ping pong ball causing her patience to wear thinner and thinner.

Catching the ball back in his hands, he once again maneuvered it between his fingertips, before sucking in a breath, mentally visualizing it sailing through the air and plunking down into her cup. With a calculated flick on his wrist, the human tossed the ping pong ball across the table, caught between both of their gazes. Sammy stood grounded to the floor, chest puffed at the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The white ball caught the interior edge of the cup, before it plunked down into the liquid inside, causing a small amount to slosh out and spill over onto the surface of the table.

"Yes!"

"Fuck it all!"

The two sounded off in unison, one of a gleeful victory and the other of an unforeseen defeat.

"Bullshit! No goddamn way!" Sammy barked, nearly swatting the cup off the table.

"C'mon, don't be a sore loser." Eric chuckled, picking up one of his cups.

He sipped at the water, the two deciding against using actual beer, seeing as he wasn't much of a drinker and Sammy didn't feel like wasting any for the purpose of just a single game. As he drank the untainted beverage, he listened to her complaining, staying silent for a few moments as she vented.

"Best two out of three!" Sammy challenges, quickly snatching the now wet ball out of the water.

"Nah." he shook his head, setting down his drink.

"Cause you'll lose!" she taunts, drying the ball on her shirt.

"Nope. I just don't have any other ideas for what I'd like when I win." he corrects, looking over at her with a smirk.

"Oh, god. Here it comes. What do you want? More of my feet or some shit?" she rolls her eyes, taunting him as she hurled the ball back across the table at him.

"Does that mean you're willing to find out?" he chuckles, leaning to the side, dodging the projectile that brushed by him, before clattering into the corner of the basement, disappearing under the stairs.

Sammy huffed and returned to the couch, an eager human following close behind. Dropping down on the couch, she reached over to the coffee table and snatched up the remote, flipping on the TV, resting her elbow on the arm of the couch. Scooting beside her, Eric gently laid his hand upon her thigh.

"Sooo, do you want to hear it?" he asked, petting her leg.

"Here's my feet and shoes." Sammy sighs, turning to her side, presenting her legs to him as she set them down over his lap.

"Yeah, but that's not what I'm looking to try." he states, earning a suspicious look from the calico.

"That so?" she rumbled.

"Well, I did say I wanted to try something new, right?" Eric starts, his hand traveling up the back of her leg.

"Yeah, and? Oh....oh! No you don't!" Sammy snaps as his hand stops at her backside, slapping him away.

"Why not?" Eric pouts, moving his palm back down to her knee.

"Cause it's annoying! Why the hell are guys so fascinated with giving it to a girl in the ass?" she groans, curling her tail around her rear.

"You're talking to a guy that loves giving it to your feet, socks, and shoes, but this is weird for you?" Eric snorts, his other hand starting to stroke over her furry tail.

"Still stupid. It's overrated." the girl decries, crossing her arms.

"Does that mean you've tried it before?" he asks, curious at how she answered.

"Yes! It's annoying! You think it feels good? Try letting some dickhead pound you in the ass, then you can get back to me." she scoffs, turning her attention to the TV.

"I'm not some random dickhead! I'm your dickhead!" Eric replies, giving the furry limb a teasing tug.

"Are you not getting the point?" she sighs, leaning her head back to thump against the couch.

"I don't think you are. You know I won't be aggressive with you like that. I always go slow and gentle, willing to learn about what feels good for you." he coos, her tail releasing from her waist, only to swat him across the cheek.

"And that won't feel good." Sammy says, smirking at his surprised whine.

"Look. I'll warm you up. Doesn't have to be all at once. I can use my tongue, my fingers, and maybe a few other things I brought along." he promises, growing quieter as his sentence trailed to an end.

"What did you bring?" Sammy questions, looking over at him.

"Mhm. Well, something I bought a while ago, but never used. This seems as good a time as any." he clarifies.

"And what is it?" she asks, growing slightly interested in his proposition.

"I'll show you, if you let me get some time in with that cute butt of yours." he grins, glancing over at his backpack that sat on the table in front of them.

"Ugh!" Sammy groans.

"Hey, I won the bet! I was willing to risk being your slave for a week if it meant getting to try this. I won fair and square, Sammy!" Eric retorts, frowning at her constant attempts to back out of his rightful victory.

"If it'll shut you up, fine, goddamn!" Sammy whines, finally giving in to his constant griping.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't win. I've always kept my end of the bargains, even when you made me do some humiliating shit!" Eric reminds, not needing to go into detail of how she nearly got him suspended, after the last bet he lost.

"Alright, fine. I get it." she sighed, knowing that he was right, despite how much she wasn't thrilled about the position she was in, or rather, about to be in.

"I hope you're not thinking that I'm just going to jump right into it either. You know I always love teasing you first." he chuckles, leaning over against her, brushing his nose over her cheek.

"Took some training, but you eventually learned." the feline replies in a dry tone.

"I certainly did. Care to see that surprise now?" Eric asks, reaching over to grab his backpack.

"Might as well. You're just full of surprises tonight." Sammy shrugs, though indeed curious about whatever it was he was hiding.

Eric takes his backpack and unzips the front pocket, pulling out an unassuming pencil case that he had stuffed deep into the bag. Opening the lid, he removed a rectangular box that was a few sizes smaller than the case itself. Raising a brow, Sammy watches him slide open the box that was devoid of any logo or text. With the box slid open, she stared at its only contents, which was a small, pink, massager that came to a slight point at its tip, the entire device no wider than the width of her biggest finger.

"You've been walking around school with a fucking vibrator in your backpack?" Sammy taunts as she laughs.

"A bullet vibe, as a matter of fact, and I have! Just for you!" he proudly replies in a patronizing tone.

"How long?" she snorts, watching him take it out of the box.

"About a week now. Thank god for discreet packaging, cause I don't think I could explain this one to my parents if they found out." he jokes, checking the bottom of the massager to spot an LED that was shined green, indicating that the battery was still charged, much to his relief.

"You're good with words. Shouldn't be much of an issue if that happened. After all, you have me agreeing to this bullshit." she grumbled.

"Hey, I brought other things too." he announces, his hands returning to his backpack, seeking out its additional contents.

After blindly reaching around inside the bag, he eventually pulls out a compact metal case. To Sammy, it closely resembled a fatter cigarette case, though she didn't know why such a thing would be in his possession. Cupping it in his palm, his fingers trailed down the side of the case, the polished, black surface of it throwing off rays of the lighting above them as he searched for the lid's release. Locating a button on the side, he pushed it inwards, the lid springing open with a spring-loaded mechanism. Inside of the case was a variety of different instruments necessary for proper nail and foot care. Files, clippers, cuticle trimmer, shears, a pumice stone, and even a few travel size bottles of different lotions.

"I, uh, didn't realize this was a one for humans, until after I ordered it. Can still use some of the stuff though." Eric mentions, having debated of returning it for a proper kit that would suit a feline.

Because of his error, the other things that were of use to both humans and an anthro would be the various file, stone, and lotion. Regardless, it was still a thoughtful gift. Should she like getting pampered in such a way, he'd certainly spring for a more useful set.

"Looks very nice. I am curious as to why you were still carrying all this stuff around, though." Sammy chimes in, growing suspicious of the constant surprises.

"Well, I figured that it would be a nice surprise when the time was right." the human shrugged.

"Uh huh. Like, maybe, convincing someone into sodomy?" she determines.

"No! I mean, this is still as good of a time as any to break these out, though." Eric scratches the back of his head.

"If you're trying to butter me up, just say so." Sammy sighs.

"Alright, fine." he finally confesses, flinching as her shoed feet thump the cushions beside him, her legs still laid over his lap.

"Then get to it, already." the feline huffs, leaning back into the arm of the couch, returning her attention to the TV.

"Yes, ma'am." he grins, moving down the couch a tad, so that her feet were placed into his lap.

He took her heel in his hand, giving her shoe a quick look over. After he purchased her another pair of the signature skater shoes that were a staple of any outfit she wore a month or so back, they were finally starting to appear used. The exterior of the colored sneaker had progressively grown more worn over time. The white trim around the soles had gotten mildly tarnished with grass stains and dirt, while the orange body had picked up a bit of stains and soil as well. Obviously, they weren't destroyed or anything like that. No more dirty than your typical pair of shoes. Eric was more happy with their appearance now that they lost their factory luster. Now, they had more character, to him at least. Taking the tip of her shoelace between his thumb and finger, he gave it a sharp tug, pulling the black lace loose as he slid the shoe off of her socked paw. Laying her shoe to the side, he repeated the process with her other foot, laying both of her shoes down on the coffee table in front of the couch. Afterwards, he ran his fingers over the socked soles of her slender paws, smirking at the pair of socks she went with today. White cotton with cartoony pictures hamburgers and french fries adorning the sock. Odd, but something she'd certainly wear, since she was always on the lookout for a silly pair.

Eric lifted her legs, leaning his head down to rub his cheeks over the fuzzy surface of her socked paws, the feline pushing her feet forward, grinding them over his face as she felt his nose sniffing at the musky fabric. Nothing new here. The human began to kiss them over, pecking over each foot, keeping his nose held against her toes that had started to drum over each of his nostrils.

"Interesting choice of socks today." he comments, happily snuffling along the ridges of the undersides of her cloth covered digits.

"Yup. Found them online." she nods, holding the remote controller as she lazily flipped channels.

"Better be careful. Remember what happened when you saw those socks with the pentagrams on them?" he grins, trapping the cotton between his teeth, tugging at the sock.

"Oh god. Don't remind me. I couldn't even return the fucking things." she crabbed, feeling the sting of buyer's remorse.

"I don't know. I think the look on your face when you saw they were covered with Stars of David instead was worth every penny!" he teased, hooking his finger into the elastic of her sock, starting to tug it down.

"Goddamn ripoff sites. 'Actual product may vary.' Yeah! No fucking shit!" she barked, though she did see the humor in it.

"Gotta shop smarter." Eric laughed, balling up her sock, stuffing it into the opening of her discarded footwear.

Pulling off her other sock, he shamelessly pressed it against his nose for a final parting sniff, savoring the familiar musky perfume, before cramming it into her other shoe. Now barefoot, Eric took her paw in both of his hands, using his thumbs to dig into the ball of her foot first, working them into the black, leathery pawpad. As his thumbs massaged her warm pad, he watched as her toes reflexively curled at the pressure he was applying to her foot. As they did so, he began to notice that her claws were in need of a filing as he spied the sharp point that had formed at the tip of each one. Like most felines, she was used to dragging her claws over the carpet and floor whenever she was feeling stressed, which inevitably would result in her usually dull claws becoming quite sharp. Picking up the case of tools, he pulled one of the metal files out of its little pocket, shutting the case and setting it beside him on the couch.

"Looks like I got to these in time." he teased, bringing her foot further up his lap, holding her big toe in place.

"Eh. I was getting to them. Eventually. Nice to not have to bend over though." Sammy yawns, watching the latest news of the city's sports teams.

Deciding against making a joke, Eric held his tongue and commenced the pedicure. He hadn't given one before, but was handy with the tools at his disposal and familiar enough with the steps involved. Pressing the teeth of the file against the tip of her claw, he applied a firm pressure and swept the file to the side, hearing it quietly scrape at the keratin that made up pointed appendage. After going over it a few times, he tapped at the claw with the flesh of his finger, feeling that he was already making quick progress as the tip was already becoming fairly blunt. For now, he would take the point off of each toe, coming back a second time afterwards to round off the edge.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you at all." Eric advises, moving on to her second toe, the coarse teeth of the file making quick work of her jagged claw.

"Yeah, like that'll happen." Sammy taunts, keeping her toes still.

He was making steady progress on the pedicure. Three swipes side to side on each claw, move to the next toe, repeat. Is this how easy it was? He might be a perfect candidate for a nail salon technician. New summer job, perhaps? He could only dream. Besides, Sammy would kill him if she found out he was clearly indulging himself in his hidden kink and getting paid for it.

Taking hold of her ankle, Eric crossed her legs, keeping the untouched foot held into the air as he began to work on those claws next. Again, the process was quick and straightforward. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Done. Returning to the case of tools, he slid the file back into its pocket, taking out a thinner, more flexible one next. Testing it over his thumb, the surface was abrasive, but much finer than the one he originally used. Turning back to her feet, he worked the file around each side of her claws, working away at the edges left behind on the ebony talons, until they were smooth and rounded. The process went a bit slower, but the final results were worth the extra time spent. The flexible material of the emery board allowed him to worked it under the naturally curved tips of her claws, cleaning them up quite nicely. After a few more minutes, he slid the file back into the case, pleased with his work.

"There we are. Nice and short." he comments, dragging his fingertip under each claw, double checking his work, ensuring each claw was blunt and rounded.

"What's next?" Sammy asks, stretching forward to check for herself, happy with the work he'd done so far.

Eric pulled a small, skinny pumice stone out of the case, turning his attention to her left foot. The stone felt good in his hand. An airy, buoyant bar of black lava rock, the surface of which was littered with pocks and craters that would help to exfoliate and soften ones feet. From what he read, the rock should work well enough with her furred paws. The same idea applied, but instead of skin, the rock would help remove shedding fur. Of course, it would work as intended on her black pawpad as well. Holding it in his palm, he thrust it against her sole as he began to move his hand in a circular fashion, gyrating the textured surface of the rock into her paw. Sammy murmured at the odd sensation, scrunching her sole as the pumice threatened to tickle her paw. With each pass and motion he made with the stone, more and more of the loosened fur was removed, Eric having to stop and blow away the little clumps that were left behind from time to time. After using it for five or so minutes, he rubbed the top of his hand over her sole, taken back by the remarkable difference it had made. Her already soft paw was now like velvet against his skin, already giving him some lewd thoughts and ideas. Switching to her next foot, he gave it the same attention he did for the other, using that pumice stone to soften and exfoliate her furry paws, leaving them buttery soft. After working it along her slim soles, he brought it upwards and held the pumice stone to her pawpad, starting to rub it against the durable surface of the black skin. Once the pitted stone began to grind against her pawpad, Sammy clenching her jaw at the unusual contact, sole immediately scrunching as her toes seized.

"Only be a few seconds." Eric smirks, noticing her reactions, despite her claims as to not being ticklish.

"Yeah, yeah." she grunts, squeezing her eyes shut, silently whining as the pumice stone assailed her delicate pad.

Keeping his word, he only spent a few more moments grinding over her pad, before switching over to the other, giving it the same amount of attention. By the time he finished, her pads, much like her fur, were now shiny, clean, and unbelievably silky smooth.

"Wow." Sammy says as she touches her heel, impressed by the difference.

"Seriously." he agrees, retrieving the bottles of lotion from the case.

While he did so, he pressed his face into the soft fur of her paw, inhaling her alluring scent, kissing at the arch of her foot. He had to get in some loving, before he applied the lotion. Sticking his tongue out, he laid it against her heel, where he dragged it up her sole, licking over her black pad, finally coming to rest between her toes. Flicking his tongue between the slightly damp crevices of her digits, he took one of them into his maw, giving her toe a suck, swirling his tongue around it, testing the dullness of her claw for good measure. Tugging her now wet toe free from his mouth, the next two took its place, the human slithering his tongue between them as well, coiling the muscle around her fuzzy toes. His hands moved up and down her foot, massaging and kneading the cushioned texture of her furry sole, his thumbs attacking her arch, working away whatever kinks or aches that were residing there. Slipping her toes from his maw, he moved to her sole, nibbling and lapping over her black pawpad, giving the ball of her foot a few last sniffs.

"Finished?" Sammy yawns, hardly fazed by the usual act of his kink-fueled affection.

"Almost." he states, finally uncapping the bottle of lotion.

Eric gave it a curious sniff, his nose hit with the scent of rose and vanilla, a scent that she'd be fine with having attached to her for a while. Lifting the bottle to her toes, he tilted the lip, allowing a liberal amount of the scented lotion to spill down her paw, growing lesser and lesser by the time it reached her heel, luckily none of it dripping on the couch. Setting the bottle aside for now, he returned to her foot, working the oil into her fur with his fingers, smearing it along the surface of her sole, before applying it to the ball of her foot. The lotion quickly sank into her fur, which glistened with the thin lotion, moisturizing it and doing the impossible as it managed to soften it up even more. As the oil was rubbed away and dried, the human gave her sole yet another testing sniff. His nostrils were tickled with the warm, rich aroma of the vanilla and the soft, floral notes of the rose, along with a hint of her natural scent as well.

"Quite nice. Think I still prefer them as is, though." Eric comments, giving each foot a kiss, feeling the oily touch of the lotion on his lips.

"Cause you're a freak, obviously." Sammy purrs, having turned completely on her back, eyes closed.

He hadn't noticed how much she was enjoying the pampering, until her voice captured his attention. The feline was laying limp against the couch, tail hanging off the cushions, quietly thumping as it swayed and flicked. Her toes continued to occasionally twitch and flex as his massage continued, smiling at how peaceful she appeared.

"Well, that's the last thing I have for these, sadly." he mentions, switching to her dry foot, dribbling the lotion along her beautiful paw, watching it shimmer as the oil cascaded down her sole.

As the oily lotion began to coat her foot, he once again started to massage her sole, determined to get that cat as relaxed as possible for now. So far, he was succeeding in that plan as he swore he could have heard a few purrs starting up in her throat. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he should continue for a bit and see where that leads him. He took each individual toe between his fingers, squeezing the plump ends of each neatly groomed digit, giving them a wiggle as well, before weaving his fingers between them. Doing the same with the other foot, he playfully pinched at the smooth pads of each paw, dragging his fingers up and down over the furry sole, watching it wrinkle as she scrunched them. After massaging them with the stone for what he felt was an appropriate amount of time, he set the stone back into the case, shutting it for good. Eric returned to her feet, giving them a caring, gentle massage, pinching and stroking the thick tendon in her heel with his fingers. The feline wagged her toes, every inch of her paws feeling alive and refreshed, much to her delight and satisfaction.

"I'll admit, that was pretty nice." she notes, keeping her eyes shut, her usual wool cap nowhere to be seen, letting her colored locks of short hair and orange tipped bangs to move around freely.

"Glad you enjoyed. Next time, I might even paint them. Maybe a cute purple or something." he smiles, dragging a fingernail over her sole.

The cat lets out a muffled squeak and pulls her foot back. To her surprise, all the pampering and the work down with the pumice had left her soles not only smooth, but quite sensitive. Quick to notice, Eric grins and flutters his fingertips down along her arch, the calico kicking his hand away.

"Quit it!" she whines, about to kick him in the chest, until he lurched across the couch, laying down on top of her.

Any further complaining of hers would be cut short by the human's lips as they unexpectedly pressed against her own. Caught off guard, Sammy slowly returned the kiss as his hand rose to stroke the furry surface of her cheek. As much fun as it would be to tickle those furry soles, he had something on his mind that needed to be done, but there was always next time, perhaps.

"How about we try out the other present?" he murmurs against her lips.

Holding the kiss, Sammy quietly nodded. Still holding the toy, he pressed his hand between her legs, rubbing the heel of his hand against her clothed sex, gradually deepening their kiss. His tongue poked against her lips as if asking for entry, which she swiftly granted. The feline's arms found themselves around his back, holding him closer to her body, thighs spreading apart for his hand that was now using its knuckles to rock over her unseen labia. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, though more a lust-filled contest, rather than their usual petty battles. Each one slid against one another, their tips colliding, Eric moaning into her muzzle as she dragged her wet muscle against the roof of his mouth. His hand grew more aggressive, building up a heat inside of her jeans, one of both friction and arousal. Sammy slid back into the arm of the couch, pulling him down on top of her in the process, the two tumbling against each other.

Feeling that she was ready for the next step, Eric dipped his fingers into her waistband, sweeping the tops of his fingers against her mound, feeling the fur shift into a more silky and creamy texture as it neared her most intimate area. Sliding his hand down further, he was met the furnace-like heat trapped in her pants that had already built up around her sweltering nethers. Turning his hand, he rubbed the heel of his hand against her lips, while he kept the toy safely held inside his palm. Using the knuckle of his middle finger, which protruded further than the others, he ground against her nub, her breath growing more rapid, panting against his face as she was forced to break from their lustful kiss.

"Want to feel it?" he huffs, now using his middle finger itself to slide between her folds, feeling the drivels of her nectar that began to accumulate.

"Do it." she panted, eyes closed, surprised at how quick he was able to get her going.

Unseen to either of them, he clicked a button that stuck out from the base of the vibrator, which immediately began to buzz in a rhythmic, pulsing tone. Sammy let out a quick gasp as the smooth exterior of the toy vibrated against her sex, the human holding it directly against her folds for the time being. From what he read on the website, the vibe used three different speed settings that could be changed with each button press. The first was a more reserved speed, something to be used for foreplay or for a slow, gentle climax. Keeping a firm grip on the bullet vibe, Eric shifted it up and down, teasing her, even dipping it inside of her, once it had become properly slick with her female heat.

"More." she hissed, her claws poking Eric in the sides as she held herself to him.

Smirking, he gave the button another click, triggering its next setting. A much more energetic and rapid tremor began to assault her cunt, the calico biting at her lower lip with another hiss. Eric nuzzled under her chin, kissing and nibbling at her neckline, carefully bringing the vibe up to her clitoris, where he gingerly began to press against. Sammy's reaction was instantaneous as she groaned out loud, legs quivering as the nerve filled nub of flesh was assaulted. Eric kept the pressure constant and gradually more intense, feeling the toy angrily buzzing around his fingertips as he teased his girlfriend. He himself was growing quite turned on as well, listening to the heated moans and whimpers of the love of his life who clung to him tightly. As much as he wanted to give that button one last click and send her over the edge, it would have to wait.

After all, this wasn't part of his bet.

"Turn around. Over the couch." he panted, unexpectedly pulling his hand free of her pants, giving the vibrator two quick clicks to silence it.

Sammy's eyes shot open, giving him an irritated and angry look at him stopping, a spark of fervor across her gaze betraying her apparent outrage. The calico pushed him away and spun around to her knees, laying herself over the arm of the couch, keeping her rear lifted into the air. As she switched position, Eric's hands shot over her waist, fumbling with the buckle of her belt, scraping his knuckles over the metal studs that dotted the strip of leather, before pulling it loose. The human grabbed her waistband and roughly tugged down her baggy jeans and black underwear, bundling them up at her knees. In his frenzied state, he didn't bother pulling her to entirely remove her pants. Besides, it was strangely more naughty and arousing to see her partially clothed, bearing her naked rear to him as she panted over the edge of the couch.

Oh god, there she was. That adorable, shapely rear of hers. The attractive white fur that covered her backside, shifting from the usually multicolored fur as it neared her backside. Her tail hung high in the air, almost as if it was inviting him forward to explore his desire. It was a rare sight for him and he'd only gotten a sneak peek of what lay between during their fun on Halloween. It was that moment that spurred his desire to try again with his advances, even it meant winning a bet and nearly costing himself his dignity as her errant boy for a week.

Eric's hand shot forward, slowly as they cupped her cheeks, giving her beautiful backside a soft grope, squeezing and massaging her gorgeous ass. His fingers combed through her fur, parting it and leaving behind a trench in their path as his hands roamed over her backside. As hungry and enamored as he was with her untouched rear, he was able to control himself and not spank her, since he had a hunch that would only end in disaster. As his fingers neared the valley between her backside, he felt the weight of the perverted situation he was in. Touching and fondling her ass, after being denied the ability to do so for countless times, knowing full well what he was about to do with it.

As his hands fell down her rear, his thumbs dipped in between her cheeks as they slowly pulled them apart, unveiling the hidden orifice that was so seldom revealed to him. That seductive, tempting, hairless, pink tailhole of hers. So snug and cute, just begging to be played with. How could someone abuse such a sexy thing? It was an absolute privilege to be able to spoil oneself with the feline's delicate backside.

His face grew closer and closer, staring at the pink bud, before he stuck out his tongue, swiping the saliva soaked muscle over her anus with one long flick. The feline visibly tensed at the lick, sucking in a breath. Eric kept a tight grip on her rear, keeping her cheeks held apart as he rewet his tongue, giving her tailhole another flick of his tongue, his manhood throbbing with need. Luckily for him, Sammy was always a clean girl and this was no exception. The human's tongue swirled around her pucker, tracing out her rim with its tip, daring to even try and prod her hole as well. Curling his tongue side to side, he eased the slippery muscle into her asshole, which reluctantly gave way, allowing his tongue to slip into the puckered orifice. Sammy quietly panted as her boyfriend gave her tailhole an excited rimming, forcing his tongue deep into her rear, his hands constantly squeezing at her soft cheeks, taking her tail and laying it across his shoulder and back as if it was a furry scarf. Moaning, Eric pumped his tongue in and out of her pink hole, pulling free to lewdly slobber his tongue over her rim, getting it as slick and wet as he could with only his tongue.

"God, I love this." Eric finally spoke, growling as he kissed along her asshole, laying his tongue flat against her rim, hungrily licking along it.

Staying quiet, Sammy's breath continued to be shallow and quick, turning her head back to watch the human as he unashamedly bathed her asshole with his tongue, now aware that he was touching himself through his pants. Eric fondled his clothed manhood, feeling how hard and swollen he'd grown, after attending to her charmingly cute feet and stunningly gorgeous ass. Raising his hand, he extended his pointer finger, giving it a quick lick, before cautiously dipping it into her ass, sliding it forwards and lightly pulling downwards. As he opened her tailhole, he went back to his tongue, drooling over her hole as he guided it apart, using more of his saliva to lubricate it even more. He wasn't expecting to rely solely on saliva, should he actually penetrate her with more than a finger, but for now, it worked. He hungrily lapped around her asshole, encouraging it to accept more of his finger as it gradually disappeared inside of her, until hilted at his knuckle. Curling it inside of her, he began to withdraw his slick digit, dragging his finger against the roof of her forbidden tunnel. Eric continued to pull back his finger, until only his fingertip remained stuck inside the snug pucker, before he jammed it back inside, rewarded with a quick huff from the feline. It wasn't one of annoyance or anger. No, it actually seemed to contain, dare he say, pleasure? His heart pounded at the realization that she was starting to get off on having her shapely rear played with. Emboldened by her muted and serene murmurs, Eric upped his pace, listening to the wet slicks of his finger as it rapidly penetrated the calico's asshole. Feeling brave, he added another finger, which she was able to readily accept. The fact that it didn't seem particularly hard to tease and use her tailhole, was proof enough that she had indeed done this a few times in the past. All he hoped, was that he was undoing whatever damage her previous encounters had on her psyche. The more he earnestly fingered her, the harder he grew, blinded by her moans as they steadily grew in volume. He wanted more and he wasn't alone.

Eric picked up the bullet vibe, still partially wet from her liquid arousal. Just to be sure, he went back to the pedicure set, pulling out the leftover bottle of lotion that hadn't been opened. Luckily for him, it was oil based as well. Giving the bottle a shake, he cupped the vibe in the palm of his hand and drizzled some of the oily lotion over it, rubbing it along the sleek surface of the massager, making sure it was completely covered. Once it was prepared, he returned to her rear, parting her cheeks to expose that snug hole, still wet with his saliva. Gripping the toy to his best ability, considering how slippery his hand was at that point, and eased it into her tailhole, Sammy slowly hissing as she felt herself being spread wider. The bullet went in with little difficulty, Eric leaving the base of it exposed to keep access to the controls. His finger tapped the button, watching in delight as Sammy's rear tensed up from the vibrations, finally letting out a real, genuinely aroused moan. Eric left it at level one for now, letting that pleasantly mellow buzz to tease her asshole, warming it up for the next levels.

"Just relax and enjoy." Eric purred, slipping his hand under her shirt to scratch at her naked back.

Moaning, Sammy nodded in response, her head resting on the arm of the couch. With the vibe in place, Eric decided it was time to give himself some well needed pleasure. Tugging down his waistband, he freed his trapped manhood, which promptly sprang into place, foreskin partially retracted, drooling pre that had already stained his underwear. The human moved back for a moment, savoring the sight of the feline. Her rear thrust into the air, the end of the bullet vibe barely visible. The soles of her spoiled paws in plain view, still vaguely coated with that slippery lotion. After he appreciated the never-before-seen sight, he scooted back in place, hunkering down to rest his tip against her soles. The instant he touched that silken fur, his manhood throbbed and drooled a bead of precum that stuck to her foot as he sucked in a breath. For as soft as they felt to his fingers, that paled in comparison to the delicate touch they possessed to the nerve-filled ending of his erection. Gripping his shaft, he retracted the thin skin that covered most of his glans, exposing that purple helmet, which he dragged across that furry foot, immediately groaning as the lustrous fur caressed him. It was ecstasy, but why shouldn't he share the fun? With his free hand, he went back for the controls of the vibrator.

Click.

The bullet hummed with an angry buzz, no longer staying at a peaceful rhythm. With the toy roughly vibrating inside of her tail hole, Sammy puffed and arched her back, whining with need. Her hand dove between her legs, twiddling her fingertips against her stiff clitoris, pinching and squeezing at the nub, feeling dribbles of her nectar crawling down to her thighs. As the feline grew wetter and wetter, Eric had taken to stuffing his tip between her toes, shallowly thrusting his hips, feeling his watery pre escaping his urethra, Sammy feeling it saturating her fur. Had he not been so distracted with exploring the newly refreshed feet of his girlfriend, he'd notice her violently masturbating, arm between her legs as she stuffed her sex with two of her fingers, leaking down upon the couch. Sammy was stunned at how she felt. Normally, a situation like this would only end with her being bruised and unable to sit down for a week. Now, she was silently begging for Eric to finally penetrate her and violate her tight asshole. Though she wanted more, Eric partially fulfilled her wishes as he reached up to press the button on last time, pushing it up to the maximum level.

Click.

Reaching max level, the bullet vibe furiously and loudly vibrated inside of her, stimulating her tailhole that was struggling to contain the aggravated toy. Eric grabbed her by the tops of her feet, forcing their soles together as he penetrated her arches, squeezing his erection into the gap, where he began to aggressively buck his hips. Eric leaned forward, kissing over her cheeks as he let out cries of bliss, those moisturized and rejuvenated furred paws cuddling his drooling cock in the most incredible of ways. Sammy's tail was no longer on his shoulder, but had instead shot up into the air, bearing more of her backside for him, now humping her fingers that were stained by the copious amounts of honey that pooled from her cunt. Eric bit at her ass, nipping and licking over her rear, while he fucked her slippery feet, watching as the toy began to finally slip free of her tight asshole. As the bullet vibe falls to the cushions of the couch, Eric lifts his head, staring at the yawning, lubricated tailhole of the love of his life. Immediately, he slammed his face back between her inviting cheeks, lapping over the relaxed and spread opening of her backside, his member spasming with need and want as it was pleasured by her scrunching soles.

"Please. I want you cock." Sammy hisses, speaking for the first time since they began.

Not needing to hear another word, Eric shot up behind her, pulling his cock free of her squirming paws, grinding his manhood over her furry cheeks, before prodding her asshole. He snatched up the bottle of lotion, dousing his hot flesh with the last of the lubricating substance, before hastily tossing it to the floor. Only after he was sure that his cock was properly lubricated with what they had available, did he attempt to penetrate the feline. Luckily for her, being uncircumcised was a blessing in disguise. With it, he was able to thrust an extra inch of two inside of her, without any discomfort, due to the his foreskin simply sliding back and forth, giving them both less friction to worry about. Not that that was a very pressing matter, with the amount of oil he used, but an added bonus nonetheless. Eric went slow and steady, letting his hips gingerly slide forward, stopping whenever Sammy fidgeted or made an odd noise. Luckily, this rarely happened in the brief time it took for the human to fully enter the calico's tailhole.

"God, yes." Eric breathlessly panted, hearing Sammy squeak as she relentlessly fingered her sex, distracting herself from the little discomfort that she experienced as he penetrated her.

As his hips finally hit her cheeks, he had nothing left to give her, every inch of his erection comfortably sat inside of her tight canal. His hands moved to her hips, keeping her rump hoisted into the air as the human started to cautiously buck into her. He lightly gyrated his hips, keeping his cock firmly lodged inside of her asshole, rubbing it around her tunnel, while keeping it from moving in or out for her comfort.

"More." Sammy breathed, wiggling her rear back against him.

Obeying, Eric pulled himself back, giving her a moment as he guided himself back inside, the two of them moving forward in tandem, each letting out a huff. It was everything he craved and needed. That unbelievably cozy and rigid orifice that milked his erection, keeping an iron grip on him, daring him to pull back out, before she was satisfied. She was stunned at how much she was enjoying it. Perhaps she should be willing to experiment more with him, seeing as he always had a knack for getting her to like it.

"How's that?" he grunts, suddenly thrusting himself forward, scooting them both forward another inch.

"Yes!" Sammy seethes, drumming her fingers over that stiff nub, while he sodomized her.

The buckle of belt jingled, her pants tangled between her legs, toes curling with him mounted on her, slamming his cock deeper into her, tail wrapping around his waist. Eric bit down on her shoulder, muffling his groans as he took her, Sammy hissing back at him, the two of them becoming more blinded and intoxicated in sheer lust as he defiled her rear. He grew louder and louder, matching her moans as her cheeks clapped with each thrust, his testicles slapping against her as he rutted her with an animalistic instinct. The human's cum boiled inside his sack, begging to be released, to soil the feline as the two of them collapsed on one another.

Fetching the vibe off of the cushions, which was still humming and vibrating, Eric took her by surprise and forced it against her clitoris, batting her hands to the side. Sammy let loose a deafening cry, Eric having to keep her upright as her body went rigid and stiff.

"Cum for me, Sammy!" he rumbled, feeling her rim contracting and squeezing at him in delight.

The feline bit down on the arm of the couch, thighs trembling, teeth poking holes in the rough canvas as she climaxed, sending a wave of her nectar splashing down against the already ruined couch. Eric wasn't far behind, accidentally dropping the vibe as it slipped from his hand, pushed away by the force of her powerful ejaculate. The human gave her one last delicious thrust, pinning her down on the couch as he extended his hips, gurgling as he climaxed, that quivering, yawning orifice milking his manhood as it shot a built up onslaught of his sticky seed deep into her asshole. Ribbons and ribbons of his milk spat into her tailhole, which accepted every drop. Unable to hold her anymore, he falls atop of her, the both of them panting and out of breath, brains hazed and foggy with post orgasmic bliss. Eric tugged his softening erection free of her, a pool of his pearly seed spilling free of her used tailhole, adding to more of the stains on the couch. As he tried to roll over and hold her, he slipped off of the unaccommodating couch and landed on his back, thumping to the floor.

"Ow." he panted, smirking as Sammy's panting turned to laughter.

"More room for me. At least you didn't land face first." she sighed, turning over on her back, not caring about the seminal fluid that dribbled out of her well fucked tailhole.

She winced slightly as she shifted her weight onto her rear, but nothing she couldn't handle.

"You alright?" he asked, hoping she wasn't hurt.

"I'm good. That was one hell of a way to kill a few hours." she nods, kicking off her pants and underwear entirely.

"For sure." he agrees, moving to sit at the foot of the couch.

Frowning, Sammy reaches across to the table, taking a wad of leftover napkins, moving them under her to sit on.

"Oof. Think we should look for a new couch sometime?" he asks, looking over the piece of furniture that was littered with bite marks, mysterious stains, and cigarette burns.

"How about you start wearing a condom?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

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