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[b][u][center]The Dancer’s Feet

for Rayoelgatubelo

by draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Ashigi had barely bothered to keep the disguise up until he reached his quarters, shedding it - and the light camouflage he’d worn all day - with a groan as soon as he shut the door behind him. The werecheetah didn’t even bother kicking the bits of rubbish off to the side, instead walking with a trudging pace towards the sitting room.

“Ugh...Fawzi...Salman Rushdie...what else could have gone wrong…”

He eventually found a pile of pillows that were more or less clustered together comfortably and flopped back on them, his tail whipping out of the way just in time to avoid being squashed. The feline laid an arm over his face, shading his eyes from the last bits of sunlight coming through the window.

It had been one hell of a day. Running security for the Prince was hard enough on a normal day, but when he had guests - particularly high up guests - he and his fellow [i]nehlaat[/i] were pushed to the brink of exhaustion. The hot day hadn’t helped, either, leaving him sweaty and just flat out aching from head to toes.

He leaned his head back, about ready to collapse then and there when he heard soft footsteps. His ears twitched, only to rest against his head once more when he realized what it was.

“I don’t want to talk right now, Leileh.”

“My dear mate, who said anything about talking?”

“That’s all you ever want. That, and...And I don’t want to do the other thing tonight. I’m too tired.”

“You don’t have to do anything for me tonight, dear.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Just...look at me, dear Ashigi.”

Reluctantly, he moved his arm.

Standing before him was his exotic mate, a beautiful woman who had apparently decided he needed a treat. His lips turned up in a smile most sharp as she stepped forward, wearing nothing more than a clinking coin-rimmed skirt and a sheer wrap around her chest. Her feet were bare, adorned around the ankle with a simple jeweled band.

He sat up as she came closer, enjoying the soft wave back and forth of her chest, and reached out slowly, only to have his hand slapped down in the process.

“Hey!”

“Ah. You don’t need to do anything. All you have to do...is watch.”

He grumbled, but leaned back as his mate slowly started swaying her hips, shaking them from side to side in a manner that could only be called enticing. His fingers curled and twitched, claws digging into the pillows beneath him as she rotated on the spot, shaking her hips, then her rump, and then her hips again in his face.

Despite all of his exhaustion, he could feel his arousal coming, throbbing between his legs. What little clothes he had worn had stretched and ripped with the rubbish of his camouflage, and his shaft begged for attention.

He reached for her again, and once more she slapped his hand down. But in the process, she brought her chest into his face, his nose nearly dropping between her breasts, so he found that he didn’t mind. Not that much.

His head followed her around as she swayed her shoulders and breasts back and forth, his head bobbing back and forth in the same pattern. The cheetah felt...happy, and chuckled as her breasts almost bounced out of the wrap several times, each time rescued at the last second.

It didn’t take long for her little dance to have him grinning like he’d been given a week off, and reaching out to play with her again. This time, she let him carry her down, lowering her into the pillow pile beside him, and she chuckled as he stroked her legs, rubbing along her body until he reached her hips. He started tugging at her skirt -

“Ah, ah.”

• only to be shoved away again, landing on his rump as she leaned closer to him again. Her feet rested on his thighs, and she leaned over them so that she was nearly positioned with her head over his shaft. Ashigi groaned in frustration.

“Can’t I do anything?”

“You can let me pleasure you. Let me help you...relax.”

Her feet pressed against his cock all of a sudden, and ‘relaxing’ was the very last thing on his mind. The cheetah panted softly as her feet started dragging up and down the sides of his shaft, the soles soft and oiled enough to leave him grinning with pleasure.

“Mmm, is this my treat, my dear? Your feet to play with? I’m sure that you have more than that for me.”

“Of course. You cats aren’t the only ones with tricks.”

That was the Leileh that he knew. A girl with too many tricks for her own good, and so many of them designed to get him to fall into bed with her.

The first clue was a bit of roughness beneath the slick oil on her soles, and his eyes immediately drifted down. At first, he couldn’t tell a difference, nor see why her feet were suddenly so much...rougher. But then…

The first sight of a pad made him grin, and immediately he felt his cock throb all the harder. Things had just gotten much more interesting.

He leaned back as her feet stroked his shaft, sometimes squeezing, sometimes lightly rubbing along the length. As her toes slid along the side, moving up towards the head, he bit his lip as the rougher underside grazed near his barbs, leaving him shuddering slightly. As they went back down, he swore that they curled more than they did before, squeezing the side of his cock teasingly, almost possessively.

When he looked again, he saw that her toes had lengthened, growing longer, and longer, and with a bit of webbing spreading between them. Not much, but just a little, enough to make a difference in how it felt. Smoother, in a way, like silk dragged along his shaft. The light brown was a startling contrast to the darker brown fur growing over her toes, and then over the tops of her feet.

“Mmm, you couldn’t wait to shed your humanity either, hmmm?”

“How could I hold it, with my kitty just waiting for me?”

She smiled, pulling herself even closer as the fur spread up her legs, her feet twisting and grinding against his shaft even more. The curl of her toes had increased dramatically as they’d gotten longer, reaching and grasping his cock properly rather than simply rubbing and drumming against his shaft. Ashigi groaned, arching his back and thrusting against her soles, his balls bouncing softly off of her heels as he couldn’t stop himself.

Until she sat on his heels, anyway. He grumbled as she pinned him once more, keeping him from taking his pleasure the way that he wanted, and he glared at her.

“You’re driving me crazy…”

She smiled at him, and leaned forward, kissing his cheek. He sighed, letting her have her fun, but with a look that promised some ‘revenge’ when it was all done.

Then it twisted up in another moan as she curled her toes around his cock head, the long, flexible digits able to hold it tightly. The webbing pressed right against his tip, and she twisted her foot around again and again, dragging the silky material against his cock head. He groaned at the pleasurable torture, feeling like something was swallowing the very head of his cock down a pleasurable vortex.

“Mmmmph!”

He couldn’t even thrust against it, only panting as she teased him, taunted him. It was made ever worse by the continued transformation, the dark brown fur creeping up her body, the way that her little tail pushed out against his ankles as she sat on him. He hissed and panted as she changed before his eyes, having to bite his lips to keep from making an unholy racket.

And still, the footjob went on, one foot wrapped around the base and stroking it relentlessly, up and down, up and down, while her other one tormented the tip. He had never thought that it would burn and feel so good at the same time. Ashigi growled, trying to grab onto her legs with shaky hands, but he couldn’t summon the willpower. She was completely in control, and he knew that she knew it.

But he was so close. So very close. It just needed a little more, and then he’d go over the edge.

Even as he leaned back, however, she pulled back. Her feet left his cock, and she leaned back on the pillows. He gasped, then groaned in frustration as the sudden lack of climax left his balls aching. He hunched forward, gripping them as he glared at her.

“Dirty...trick.”

“Mmmm, don’t worry. I want a big mess by the end of the night, kitty, and I plan to get it.”

She grinned, the fur spreading out and floofing around her chest as her breasts grew in. They were already ample, but they grew bigger, broader, just enough to make them really stand out among her fur. He ached to grab them and torment her the way that she’d been teasing him, but she was already moving again.

As her ears moved up around the sides of her head, lengthening all the way, she grabbed hold of his cock with her foot once more. This time, it was her heel grinding against his cock head, and her toes squeezing and rubbing his balls. He yowled, his toes curling and pricking at the pillows as she taunted him, teased him.

The fur spread over her head, the wing membrane spreading from her arms to her side as she lifted them above her head, and as she turned to look at him, he saw her face twist, her nose and lips pushing out and flattening at the same time. She winked at him, making a few hypersonic noises that he could only catch the edges of.

It didn’t matter. That last grind of her heel against his cock head, the pulling on his balls, was finally enough to send him over the edge. He grabbed hold of her foot, pulling it against him as he came, spurting his seed along the length of her sole. He even ground and humped against it, unable to stop himself from enjoying it to the best of his ability.

He slumped back as he finished, and Leileh giggled at him, laying down beside him.

“What’s the matter, my dear warrior? Already exhausted?”

“I had a long day…”

“Mmm, I thought I might tempt you to...A little more?”

She dragged a finger along his chest, smiling and tapping against his sternum. He smiled, and suddenly rolled on top of her.

“You want more...you get more.”

“That’s my kitty...mmm…”

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