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[b][u][center]Fine Feline Showers

for jagger8090

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Jermaine knew that things were going to take a turn for the different after his time with the cats and their...paws. He knew that his life was going to be different, and he knew that it was going to happen to him very shortly after he had gained his new, ahem, appreciation for some of them. He just didn't know how.

At first, the next day at school went the same as any other. Classes, bullies, the works. He didn't see Dex or Vash during his earlier classes - not that he could have expected to, considering that they didn't have the same classes - but he had spotted them during lunch. He got a nod, a wave, but that was all. No invitation to sit with them or anything that might have signaled that something had changed since they saved him from the bullies or since they had had that...encounter...in that abandoned house. He blushed, not sure what he had been expecting after that, but ate lunch alone without pushing himself upon them.

It wasn't until gym, or rather, at the very end of gym, that things started turning different.

He was at his locker, down to his gym shorts and getting his stuff put away, when one of the cats from before slammed into him from behind. He grunted as he was half-shoved into his locker, luckily avoiding bashing his face against it. A tiger held him against it, the other felines chuckling behind him.

"Hehehe, what's the matter, human? Too weak to defend yourself?"

"Get...off..."

"Heh, we might. Maybe if you give us that camera of yours, we'll take it as payment."

Jermaine gritted his teeth. His camera was the most expensive thing he had, and the bullies were always trying to take it from him. Get him in trouble for losing it, or worse, damaging it. If that happened, he'd be on the hook for payments to the photography department for who knew how long. Weeks. probably, if not months. The cameras were [i]very[/i] expensive, after all.

But so were the medical bills that the bullies could rack up. They were getting rougher and rougher with him of late, and while so far he had gone without getting anything broken, he had been sent to the nurse more than once with cuts along his arms and face that were more than a little bloody. The cats were not afraid to use their claws to show who was top species around the school.

The tiger pressed him against the locker that much harder, too, leaving him gritting his teeth against the textured metal. It was a paw on the back of his head doing it, too, not just a hand against his back. A paw, foot paw, toes rubbing through his hair.

"Come on. Give us the camera, pain stops. Real simple."

"Get...off..."

"Oh, look at that. Human thinks that he can tell us what to do."

"I...just...get off..."

He gritted his teeth harder, trying not to think about how it had felt when a paw had been on his head in a much gentler way. Back at that abandoned house, back when Vash and Dex were teasing him with their paws, making him 'pay them back' for all the stuff that they had done for him, and when they had found out that he enjoyed it...

His burning cheeks were nothing compared to the slow rise that was happening between his legs. His shorts weren't quite tented yet, but they were well on the way there, and he could feel it getting a whole lot worse the longer that they pressed against him that way.

A paw was a paw, it seemed. Pain or pleasure, there was still excitement.

"Mmmph..."

"Give us the damn camera, human."

"No."

"Give!"

"Are you assholes seriously trying this again?"

The pressure stopped getting worse, meaning that he had some relief, finally. He couldn't turn his head, though, since the paw and toes remained planted against the back of his head. He could only hear the click, click, click of clawed toes approaching, and hoped that it was someone with some authority for once. He didn't think that he could take much more of this.

The tapping stopped, and he could just barely make out a spotted bit of fur out of the corner of his eye. Cheetah...Dex?

Yes, Dex. The voice was familiar this time.

"I thought that you guys learned your lesson last time," the cheetah said.

"Yeah? What's the human-lover gonna do without your friend to back you up?"

"Whatever I have to."

"Heh, what's up with this, Dex? You got a claim on this human or something? He your toe-sucker or something?" one of the bullies asked.

"Does he have to be?"

"..."

"Get the hell out of here. I'll knock you all down if I have to, or I can just call the coach. You're all on thin ice, anyway."

It took a few more seconds, but the paw on the back of his head finally pulled back, giving him the chance to breathe again. He groaned under his breath, letting out a long, shaky breath as he finally got a little air into his lungs again. The lack of pressure on the back of his skull kept that headache from getting any worse, too, which was the thing that he was a little more grateful for.

As the bullies turned back to their lockers and left him alone, he managed to stand up normally, glancing back at the cheetah. He nodded his thanks, and Dex chuckled.

"You really do have a habit of getting into fights that you really don't need to be in. Why don't you just stay out of their way?" he asked.

"I try. They keep finding me."

"I guess you need some protection."

"Maybe...and...maybe I should make it worth your while."

[i]Toe-sucker.[/i]

He remembered the other cats referring to that as if it was something, and he wondered if, perhaps, it was. If so...well, there was a lot that he might be able to do to make up for all the trouble that he was ending up being for the other male.

The two of them stood at their lockers, watching as the mixed crowd of humans and anthros walked out of the room. Jermaine tended to keep his eyes down, not wanting to be a pain, not wanting to catch attention, but Dex kept his eyes on the bullies the whole time. It wasn't until they were out that Jermaine was able to bring himself to talk again.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"No, seriously, thanks. You've done it twice now, and it...it matters. Thanks."

"Well, you're welcome, but it's hard to just stand by and pretend that nothing's happening. I don't know how most people ignore a cute guy like you getting into trouble."

"...Cute?"

"Well, you are." Dex chuckled, turning back to his locker. "Particularly when you got something in your mouth."

Jermaine was eminently unused to being flirted with, and this was something that he had even less experience with than the fight that had been about to start. His cheeks burned hotter, and his cock...well, that started throbbing more than ever, particularly as he looked down and away.

Dex was barefoot again, though with a hint of a pad under his toes, which lifted him up enough so that only his claws touched the ground. That must have been how he kept his paws so clean most of the time, save for perhaps that little bit of sweat that clung between the toes and along the pad. He blushed as he realized that he was staring, turning his head as fast as he could.

But not fast enough to avoid the cheetah seeing it. Dex smiled.

"Still thinking about yesterday?" he asked.

"A little."

"You want to do that again?"

"...Maybe."

"Maybe I should make you my toe-sucker for the day."

"Mmmph...maybe you should..."

He could hardly believe that he said that. The whole idea of humans being under anthros was something that the bullies had been pushing all year long, but now that he'd tried it...

[i]Mmmph...it's just a bit of fun with me and him. There's not that sort of...thing...behind it, is there?[/i]

Yet, as he looked back at Dex, it was hard not to think of getting a hard-on if the cheetah pushed that idea. Hell, he was pretty sure that half the reason he had one now was because Dex was just that sexy.

The cheetah finally looked back at him, one raised eyebrow the only answer to his suggestion. He glanced down, half-wondering if Dex was getting turned on, too, but there was no sign of an immediate bulge down there, nothing to say that the cheetah wanted to take it further. Yet, at the same time, there was an ever so slight smirk, something that showed a hint of teeth on the other male's face.

"What if I did?"

"What?" Jermaine asked, taking a step back, only for Dex to close the distance with another step forward.

"What if I did, hmm? How would you like to be on the ground, sucking on my toes, reminding yourself how it felt to be underfoot?"

"I...I..."

They were all alone, he realized. The last class of the day had cleared out of the locker room, and the only reason that Dex was there before all the rest of the Track and Field stars was because he was always early. Everywhere. The cheetah was going to be alone here, getting ready for at least a half hour before the others arrived. He took another step back, and Dex kept pushing him, keeping pace with him as he backed further and further away.

"Tell me. Would you like it?"

"I...I...um..."

"This tells me you would."

He'd been pushed back against another locker, brought to a halt, and that gave the cheetah the chance to bring his paw up and press it down right on Jermaine's bulge. He gasped for breath, his eyes going wide as he felt his bulge sliding right between Dex's toes. The feeling of the furry digits on either side of his shaft was enough to leave him gasping, and more than a little pre-cum started flowing as he went from getting teased to getting touched.

The cheetah leaned forward, balancing on one paw with ease. He smiled, their noses almost touching.

"You know, being someone's toe-sucker means that you're their property. You'd belong to me. Do you want that, hmmm?"

"I...maybe..."

"Do you like the idea of being a cat's pet? To be a little toy like that?"

"Not...not just any cat..."

"Mmm, me, then?"

"...Mmmph...yes..."

"You like my paws that much, do you? You like being under them...feeling my toes on your face...milking your dick...while you serve like a good, pervy boy?"

"Mmmmmph...you...you're not playing fair..."

"You're right. I'm a cheetah. We cheat."

The toes came free, and he gasped for breath, falling to his knees. Dex, on the other hand, swiveled about and sat down on one of the benches down the middle of the line. It was impossible not to look at the feline's paws, at the large toes, at the broad, flat ball of the foot that formed the meaty part of the paw. The soft fur that adorned the top reached around the sides, ending at the pads.

As Dex pulled the soft pad along the bottom of his paw off, revealing the normal paw pads, he could see the soft bits of moisture that had been left behind, and all the little pockets of sweat that would need cleaning. Nothing huge, nothing filthy or oily, but just enough to justify having someone down there that would do that sort of dirty job.

His cheeks burned as he felt to his hands and knees, all but crawling to the cheetah. He wasn't even aware of what he was doing until Dex pushed at him, all but flipping him over in that moment. His eyes rolled back in his head as he landed on his back, staring up at the roof of the locker room before both of those paws were hovering right over his face, suspended over him as the toes curled and the claws flexed. Was this some sort of tease, or just a display of dominance? Whatever it was, it was working, and his cock throbbed all the harder in his shorts.

"Mmmmph..."

"Now...give them a few licks..."

That was something that he was more than happy to do. The feeling of those large, broad soles pressing down on his face, the way that the thicker toes just grabbed at his cheeks as they laid against his face, was just what he wanted. He hadn't even realized that he wanted this until he got the chance to feel it. His cock throbbed harder still, pushing the waistband of his shorts forward, showing off the very base of it to the world. Or at least, showing it off to Dex.

The cheetah said nothing, just rubbing his face that much more firmly with those large paws. He sniffed at them, taking in the soft scent that clung to both of them. Not hot, not filthy, not even that sweaty, but just that warmth that made him enjoy the feeling of them against his face. A little more, a little more, something that left him moaning and groaning as he took it in. Breathe in, breathe out, the soft warmth taking him deeper, pulling him further into submission, into enjoyment of being underfoot, underpaw.

The cheetah was moaning, too, particularly as he nuzzled in and gave that first lick. He dragged it from the pad along the ball of the foot up to the middle toes, sucking on them for a second before going back to licking. Dex groaned at that, alright, gripping himself rightly.

"Yeah, I knew it. Little toe-sucker."

"Mmmph..."

"My toe-sucker."

"Nnnngh...yours..."

"You want to stay down there?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Stay at my feet?"

"Nnnngh...yes..."

And in that moment, he honestly did. There was something particularly hot about the feeling of being at the cheetah's paws, about being under them, about having that pressure on his face and grinding down against his nose and lips. The feeling of the toes passing into his mouth, the taste of them, the soft flesh begging for that bit of extra attention: it was all there, all begging him to let go and just enjoy himself.

It was impossible not to.

He lifted his hands, not to his cock, but to the paws on his face, pressing them more firmly against his cheeks, against his lips. He nuzzled, massaged, licked them with everything that he had to offer, his mind slipping backwards slowly, sliding into that submissive head-space that begged for his attention. No need to think. No need to worry. Just be a good little foot-boy under the cheetah's paws, and let them be the one to call the shots.

If the others had been there to see him like this, he never would have lived it down. At the same time, he doubted that he'd ever notice until afterward. The feeling of being here, of finally allowing himself this bit of pleasure, was overwhelming him and leaving him without any ability to think clearly.

"Mmmm, you're good at this."

"Mmmph..."

He dragged his tongue along the biggest toe, then pulled it into his mouth. Bobbing his head, Jermaine suckled on that toe, giving it what worship and what attention he could. More, more, more, just enough to keep it resting against his tongue, making sure to keep him in place.

[i]Am...am I just...like this for him?[/i]

Jermaine pulled his head back, looking up. Through Dex's toes, he could just make out the fact that the cheetah had pulled his dick free, was stroking it, teasing himself to the show. It was hotter than he expected, and he blushed as he realized that he had stimulated his friend to this degree. Was he...

Was he that good at this?

Dex groaned, looking down at him and shifting his paws to the side. He realized that he'd stopped, and blushed further.

"Sorry."

"Are you alright?" Dex asked.

"Huh? Oh, just...just a little..."

"A little what?"

"A little embarrassed."

"Heh..." The cheetah chuckled. "I don't see why you should be. You're doing an amazing job down there, and I'm loving all the stuff that I'm feeling."

"I know, just...just..."

"Just what? Embarrassed that you want it so much? Embarrassed that a sexy little guy like you is falling for a cheetah's paws?"

"...Maybe."

"What's the matter with that, hmm?" Dex asked, slowly trailing one of his paws down Jermaine's chest, going closer and closer to that throbbing bulge. "One part of you really likes it."

"So do you, though..."

"But for me, it's not just about being up here, with you down there," the cheetah said. "I like other things, too. Things I bet you don't even get."

"Like wha-at?!"

It was hard to keep his voice even when he felt those furred toes pushing past his waistband, all but pushing his shorts down as they rubbed to either side of his shaft. Not missing it accidentally, but intentionally, keeping him as wound up as possible. His eyes were rolling right into the back of his head at this point, leaving him gritting his teeth and huffing under his breath at the way that Dex was intentionally driving him right up the wall.

"Mmmph..."

"Oh, you like that?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Sensitive?"

"V-very."

"So are my paws."

"Not...not like this..."

"Oh, very much like that...I love the feeling of being barefoot. I love the feeling of the cold kiss of tile, the hot embrace of concrete, the cool stroking of the grass and the tongues of others." He chuckled. "It's almost like oral. All the time."

"Mmmph...is that why..."

"Why I like you licking my toes? Heh, the big reason, yes."

He groaned under his breath, trying to imagine how it would feel to have toes that were that sensitive, to imagine the pleasure of a blowjob or a footjob if someone was rubbing his feet like that. The very idea seemed so silly, but at the same time, the way that Dex had succumbed to the temptation of pleasure right then, right there, proved that it wasn't entirely off the beam.

[i]Fuck...fuck...[/i]

He panted as the furred toes worked over the base of his cock, squeezing it in a slow pinch. He had never, ever had it teased like this before...

[i]Please...just a little...little to the left...[/i]

He was so close, now. He was dripping into his shorts, right on the verge of blowing his load. He swore he would give Dex the same sort of attention as soon as he was done, he would, but just let him get over the edge now. Let him feel that sensation of climax. He was so goddamn close.

Just that little bit more -

And then it stopped. The toess pulled back, and he groaned in utter frustration at the feeling of no more pleasure. His hips hunched upwards repeatedly, trying to find those toes again, but they had already been pulled away, denied to him for the moment.

"Nnnngh...why?"

"Because I have to get ready for Track and Field," Dex said, chuckling. "And you're not my official toe-sucker yet. You don't get guaranteed footjobs."

The idea of getting guaranteed footjobs was more appealing than he had expected, and Jermaine was surprised to find himself already wondering how that would feel, what he would need to do to actually become someone's official toe-sucker if that was going to be the reward. Yet, at the same time, he was all too aware of the fact that they were both running out of time and he hadn't had the chance to actually get off yet.

He watched as Dex got to his feet and started meandering towards the showers, pulling off his shorts and his underwear in the process. The cheetah's fine rump was completely on display, as was a little bit of back-sac when he had his legs spread wide enough between steps, but all of Jermaine's attention was going right down to those paws. The way that they almost seemed to walk on tiptoe, the way that the claws clicked, the way that the pads finally touched the floor and - yes, even the way that Dex gasped slightly at the sensation as he walked around.

[i]Fuck...fuck...fuck...[/i]

The thought of this man standing over him, of using those paws to pull him over the edge again and again, was almost worth being humiliated and 'owned' that way. He would, in that moment, have given just about anything to be down on all fours getting those paws over his head and back, or on his back getting them over his shaft. The idea of cumming from them over and over again was tempting enough to have him follow on all fours, making his way to the showers almost by instinct rather than anything else.

Again, he wasn't even thinking about what he was doing, but rather operating on pure instinct as he pulled at the cheetah's thighs. Dex blinked as he was turned around, only for Jermaine to blink as he had that cock right in his face.

[i]Am I really...[/i]

Yes, yes, he was. There was no more doubt in his mind.

Without thinking further, he thrust his mouth forward, pulling the tip of that still-hard cock deep into his mouth. He felt it go back to his throat, gagged on it slightlyg, and then pulled back a bit more. The feeling of it sliding along his tongue was not bad, not as good as the toe in his mouth had been, but not bad in the slightest. He pushed forward, back, forward, back, taking his time to really learn how this felt when he was doing it for himself, and it seemed to be just what Dex needed, all things considered,

Certainly, the cheetah leaned back against the wall with a gasp and a groan, one hand gripping the wall for support and the other resting on top of Jermaine's head. The human braced himself to be shoved down, to have the whole of that cock rammed down his throat in that moment, but nothing of the sort happened. If anything, the claws just gripped his head a little bit tighter, holding him still so he could just suck around the head for a moment. Dex hissed softly, shaking his head.

"You...you are hungry."

"Mmm-hmm."

"Didn't think...you were this eager."

"Mmm-hmm."

He pushed back, just a little, just enough to talk. It was his turn to take a little 'revenge' on the big cat, remind him just where he was, why he was down here.

"I want your paws."

"Mmmph..."

"I want to be your toe-sucker. I want to feel them on me. I want...I want to tease you and make you feel as good as you make me feel."

"You don't - mmmph!"

He was jerking that cock good and hard as long as he wasn't sucking it. It wasn't quite the same as the way that Dex had played him when he had been on the floor, but it was better than nothing. He smiled.

"I [i]want[/i] to. I want to make you feel good. I want to feel good. I want us both to be happy and filled with...with pleasure, and everything else."

The idea of being the cheetah's foot bitch was just getting stronger and stronger, too, something that he really wanted to enjoy. The feeling of having them on him had been a comfort different to anything that he had felt before, and if he could give some of that back, he would very happily do it. He just needed a good reason, a good way to do it.

It took Dex a few seconds to gather himself, but the cheetah's smile showed him that he'd picked a good thing to say. Before Jermaine could smile back, though, the cheetah surprised him, going up on one paw again, and bringing the other down squarely on his shaft.

Once again, he was on the metaphorical back foot, and he groaned as he felt the toes squeezing just at the head of his shaft. He lowered his head down, suppressing his groans and turning them into pleasure around the cheetah's cock, sucking on it with all the desperation of a man gone mad with need.

Up, down, up, down his head went, taking his time to get that shaft towards the back of his throat every time, feeling it spasm against his tongue in the same way as his own cock was spasming against the toes that clasped around the tip of it. The twin pleasure of making Dex feel good while having his own cock treated to the fantasy of a wonderful feline footjob was just the icing on the cake.

"Mmmph..."

"Mmm..."

"Mmmph..."

"Fuck...you're good..."

The compliment left a shiver running down his spine, but he loved it. The feeling of being of use, the sensation of all that pre-cum going down his throat, the intense desire that he knew that Dex was feeling for him made Jermaine feel all the more flattered about what he was doing. He was being a good friend, a good human under the feline. He was doing very, very good for his cat.

Suck, lick, suck, swallow -

Gluk.

The feeling of the cock tip sliding into his throat properly was more intense than he expected, and so was the sudden pinch and curl as Dex almost pulled his cock free of his crotch when he did it. The sudden tightness around his shaft was more than he had been ready for, and he whimpered slightly as the toe claws came within inches of grazing his shaft and his crotch. They didn't quiet touch it, but the hard sides of the claws came dangerously close to doing so.

"Ah...ah..."

Jermaine was swallowing hard around the cock in his throat, just trying to keep it clear. Deepthroating someone was new to him, very new, and this time, he didn't have the other male making it easier by thrusting it down his throat in the first place. He just kept sucking, holding himself there and swallowing hard, the walls of his throat clenching down on that shaft over and over again.

[i]A little more...a little more...[/i]

As soon as Dex got used to the deepthroating, though, he upped the ante. Those tightly-curled toes started pumping him, hard, jerking his cock off in fast-pumping motions, stomping down and pressing against the base of his cock, and then pulling back up. Up, down, up, down, pumping on him just as fast as he swallowed around that big cat cock down his throat. He wiggled his head forward, sheathing the rest of the shaft down his throat, holding there, and then pulling back almost painfully slowly.

"Nnngh...almost...there..."

The relief that gave him was palpable. He'd been holding back hard, his cock oozing pre-cum like mad all over those fuzzy toes, barely keeping from blowing his load right then and there. He wanted to cum, needed it, but wanted to get Dex over the edge first. If he was that close -

Pump, suck.

Thrust, jerk.

Up, down.

Up, down.

Dex finally grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed him down, shoving him into the cheetah's crotch-fur and giving him a nose-full of the scent down there. The heady smell hit him hard, and he groaned under his breath as he felt that scent burn with the smell of the soles from earlier. The mix of the two, combined with the sudden warmth going down his throat, all but knocked his metaphorical socks off.

Pump, pump, pump. Hot cheetah cum going right down his throat, filling his gut, leaving him completely 'satiated' with all that he had been given. His eyes rolled back, he felt the toes sliding right up to the head of his cock, only to push it down against his belly, giving it one more push -

"Mmmmmmmmmph."

He moaned out loud as he came, too, spurting his seed through the gaps between the cheetah's toes as he slumped back against the floor. The last of the feline seed landed over Jermaine's face, only for the shower water to hit him now that he was in reach of the spray. The rest of his own load pooled over his belly, spreading along it and then rolling down along his sides, pooling in his belly button before going everywhere else.

It was all too easy to just stay there after that, staring up at the ceiling as the water rained down on him. Dex was already getting clean again, shaking his head while panting a little bit. Jermaine felt better about that; at least he had winded the other man a little bit at the end of things, which was something.

“I’ll think about it,” Dex said.

“About the…”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

“You get cleaned up, hey? You don’t want someone else to catch you like this. Besides me.”

That was for sure. He slowly dragged himself upright, getting under the hot water. All the while, Dex was heading back to his locker with a towel, and was looking down at his cell on the bench. Checking a message or something like that, though from who, Jermaine had no idea. All he knew was that he was happy about how this whole thing had gone.

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

Summary: Jermaine and Dex have another run-in, this time in the locker rooms, and this time, with more than a little going on between them.

Tags: M/M, Cheetah, Human, Anthro Superiority, Series, Blowjob, Footjob, Foot Worship, Paws, Paw Play, Sweat, Licking, Paw Licking, Teasing, Orgasm, Cum,