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[b][u][center]The Companion That Doesn’t Judge

For 3rdHarleyJoe

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

Reggie was halfway up the steps to his apartment when he realized that he’d missed a package at the bottom of the stairs. He paused, hesitated out of tiredness, before finally turning around with a sigh. If it did belong to him, there was only one thing that it could be, and he didn’t want something that cost that much to be stolen now that it had finally arrived. If it wasn’t, then he would at least put it inside the complex rather than leaving it out in the open.

The fast-food worker stumbled down the steps, leaning down with his uniform sagging on his shoulders. Grease stains left his chest and lap rather dark compared to the rest of the yellow and white uniform, and he grumbled at the stink of the oil mixed with the day’s sweat.

He knelt down by the box, and as soon as he saw his name, some of the exhaustion went away. Not all of it, but enough for him to pick up the package and hustle back up the stairs with some pep in his step.

“Finally,” he muttered, stepping through the door and all but slamming it behind him. “Finally.”

As he jogged through the lobby and up the stairs, Reggie knew that he was getting some strange looks. Everyone was used to him coming home with a grumble and more sliding his feet rather than walking. He had a crap job at a fast-food restaurant, worked hard for ten hours a day, and struggled to do more than meet the basic amount for rent at the best of times. He had no reason to be bouncy or happy, and yet, today, he was.

And there was good reason for that.

His grin grew the further up the stairs he went, taking them two, then three at a time, clearing the last flight with a grunt as he whipped himself to the side and through the hallway door. He was all but giggling as he ran down the hallway to his room, pulling the door open – wondering why he had forgotten to lock it – and then slamming it shut with a click.

“Hehehehe…”

It was, perhaps, a little childish to get this excited, but there were so few good things in life. He had been pushing himself hard, harder than he wanted to, and there was no way for him to stop if he wanted to survive. There were few chances for happy distractions, and fewer still for things that reminded him of good times.

This package was the first good thing that he’d gotten in over three years, and he was going to enjoy the hell out of it.

“Should have gotten the express postage, but at least it’s here…at least it’s here…”

Reggie had never stopped walking and tossed the package onto his bed as soon as he reached his bedroom. The box bounced as he fumbled around his desk for scissors, pulling them out and stabbing the tape until it let loose its grip.

Inside the box were two things and a giant mass of packing material, tape, instructions, and warranties. Though he kept the last two, he threw them in a pile at the far end of the room, tossing the trash in another pile as he looked at the two things that had been shipped to him, two things that had cost him nearly two thousand dollars to buy.

The first was an emitter, something that would be placed on the floor of the room to project – well, the thing. The big thing. The other was a watch, something that allowed the emitted projection to interact with him and –

And he would figure out the rest. He set the emitter down in the middle of the room, somewhere that he wouldn’t accidentally step on it but would still allow it to reach everything. He slid the watch on, taking a few deep breaths.

The whole thing was making him anxious and eager as one could be, and for good reason. He had been looking forward to this for over a month, each passing day building on his excitement as well as making him worry that he had wasted so much money for nothing. The expensive toy was something that had looked great on the website, but so had so many other toys and gadgets that had turned out to be nothing more than scams.

[i]Please work, please work…[/i]

Fingers hovering over the watch, he took a few deep breaths, hoping against hope, and tapped the screen. It vibrated against his wrist, the little black screen turning green, then white, then –

“[i]Please scan the following code into your phone.[/i]”

“Fuck yes…fuck yes…”

He yanked his phone from his pocket and held the camera over the watch. It beeped as it picked up the code, installing an app on the phone. As it downloaded, however, the emitter started glowing.

“Holy shit, holy shit…”

He was all but dancing as he waited for it to fully activate. The website had promised a fully-functional companion avatar from the emitter, but deep down, he had half-worried that all he’d get was something that would hang around the room answering questions and doing little more. A visual representation of a friend rather than a real one. But…but if this was real…if this was working…

The emitter flared with a bright green light, a scanner going around the room. It took in all the details, from the computer desk on one wall and the bed on the other to the bookshelves at the top corners of the third wall and the door on the fourth. The light went all the way around, almost blinding Reggie at one point, before sinking back into the device.

And then…

Then it happened. The emitter let out a shimmer of green light that turned gray white, building up an avatar as it went from the head down. It was like watching something being downloaded into the real world, and Reggie grinned, clapping his hands together in raw glee such as he hadn’t felt since he was a child.

It started with the ears, longer than a human’s and certainly not shaped like any human’s ears. From there, the download began to create a head, bigger and slightly longer than a human’s even before they reached the point of shaping the muzzle. He stared as a wolf, a humanoid, anthro wolf started to take shape before his eyes, muttering soundlessly to himself as it began to look more and more real.

[i]They weren’t lying…it wasn’t a scam…[/i]

As the wolf took shape, he realized that it wasn’t coming in naked. Even as the neck and shoulders popped in, the gray-white fur was obscured by some sort of orange jumpsuit. Not a prison look, but rather something like some sort of super might have worn, something more like a costume than anything else. Further and further down the wolf was formed, hovering in mid-air as it was created.

[i]I guess I made him more muscular than I meant…[/i]

He’d gone a little nuts during the character-creation part of the whole avatar thing when he’d first bought the big guy, but it was part of the fun. He had thought, at the time, that if this was the only part of the technology that was real, he might as well enjoy it.

Big muscles, thick to the point of being almost too much, pushed out and defined the jumpsuit that the canine wore, and that slight over-sized stuff continued all the way down, running to the six-pack that the wolf had through the suit and a bulge that was…well, not [i]that[/i] big compared to some of the options on display, but bigger than his own by some way. He blushed a bit as he realized that he might have gone a little too far there, but –

His phone beeped. He picked it up, looking at the app, and tapped the icon to open it. It gave him a short greeting, one that he skimmed and moved on from, and then –

“Ohhhhh, god…”

Then there were sliders. So many sliders, and yet, not enough. They controlled the different variables of the wolf’s body, and there were a lot of options. Nothing to change species – the website had warned that the wolf model was their only one for the moment, but that mass ordering might allow them to make more – but he could change the height up or down by half a foot in either direction, or add to the bulk that the big guy had, or –

His eyes traveled down the list. Musk. Sweat. Attitude. Arousal. Obedience. All that and more were his to control, his to customize, and the wolf’s avatar was almost finished.

The wolf was floating from the knees up as the lower part of his legs were completed, rushing down to his ankles and then just a bit further. Reggie watched as his furry feet started to take shape, large and thick, and he blushed as he realized how he was already thinking of the sexy things that he could do if this really was fully functional like the website promised.

[i]Oh god, if this is really real…if this is really, really real…[/i]

There were so many things that there was just no time for in his daily life. Going out and getting a date was out of the question with his job, and paying for the company that he might have liked was certainly not possible. Not with his salary. Having someone that not only helped fill the apartment but allowed him…that…

Because it wasn’t like the average date would be that interested in him, either. He was…he was kinda freaky, he supposed…and the things that he liked were hard to bring up with others. Particularly at the level that he liked them. But with an avatar-assistant like this, someone that was so customizable that they could be whatever he wanted…

Fuck…

The wolf finally finished materializing. Rather than doing anything, he just stood there, staring straight ahead. The website had said that they would respond to voice commands, but…but there was something about him. Reggie didn’t know if the avatar was aware or not, or if there was any intelligence behind the creation that had popped into being, but it was…

He reached out, and he felt the furred hand beneath his. It was real. He could feel it. Or at least, he would feel it so long as he wore the watch.

[i]Holy hell…holy shit…holy fuck…[/i]

“Okay…okay…how…”

He scrolled back up on his phone. The first thing, above all the sliders, was a name field. Just like so many other things, he had to pick what the avatar would respond to. He tapped the screen, thought for a moment, and just typed out ‘Wolf.’ It beeped and accepted the name, and he cleared his throat.

“W-Wolf. Stand on one foot.”

The wolf didn’t answer, but did what he was told, shifting his weight and lifting one leg back. It was realistic enough, and he was just glad that the avatar didn’t just shift from one pre-programmed pose to another by skipping frames to it. If it was meant to imitate a real person, it managed it pretty effectively.

Even though he knew that this was completely fake, that there was no way for the avatar to judge him, he still blushed as he walked around behind the other man. The wolf was nearly four inches taller than him, looking down at him for a moment before he stepped out of view and got behind him.

[i]Oh god, oh god, oh god…[/i]

Kneeling down, he gripped the wolf’s ankle, looking at the bottom of his foot. It was pretty humanoid, some bits of fluff coming down near the digits and the gaps between the toes while not actually pushing through it. The five toes were tipped with claws, and the whole sole was rather meaty, thick and wide, and –

And so big, big enough to push down on his face and utterly smother him beneath it. He leaned in, dragging his nose along the bottom, only to finally receive a small disappointment.

There was no sweat, no musk, no scent of any kind. He would have thought that there would be a little, but –

Wait. Wait. The sliders.

He fumbled for his phone, sliding back down to the sliders that mentioned musk and sweat. They were pulled all the way down to nothing, probably for the baseline that most people would have preferred. He should have guessed that right from the start.

[i]Not that I’m most people, but…[/i]

Even now, he felt more than a little embarrassed about what he was doing. If this had been a person rather than a program, he would have been tweaking their biology, making their feet smell and get sweaty and shiny just for the sake of his boner. It was something that he should have felt a little more mixed about rather than tempted, but…but there was so much that he could do there, and it was finally with someone that would not judge him and…and would actually be able to do things rather than just type things on a screen.

[i]Do it. Just do it.[/i]

After one last moment of hesitation, he tapped the screen and pulled the slider for ‘Musk’ across the screen. He breathed in rapidly, sniffing again and again as he dragged it up to 50%. At first, there was nothing, then just a hint, and then –

“Ah…”

Reggie’s breath caught in his throat as he took that first breath, his mouth hanging open as he felt that soft musk linger on the back of his tongue as he finally got a hint of it. He almost dropped his phone as he took in another breath, and then another, each time getting a new hit of that strange but strong foot scent. Not sweat yet, but just the soft mush of the flesh as it got stronger and stronger. It was like someone had dipped their foot into shoe, kept it there for a few days, and then pulled it out, only to shove it back in as soon as he’d sampled in and let it get a little stronger before offering it again.

And it happened almost instantaneously. He was half-ready to turn it down slightly, but it plateaued just at the edge of his tolerance. If it had gone any further, it might have been actually offensive, even to him, but as it was, it was…sexy. Hot, sexy, and more than a little manly, enough to send a shiver down his spine.

[i]Fuck…fucking fuck…[/i]

“Wolf, s-si-sit on the bed.”

He had to get a handle on the stuttering. It was almost too much, and he was half-sure that the command almost went without recognition that time due to it. But the wolf still went to the bed, still sat down. The model was so unexpressive that it actually bothered him, and he looked at his phone again.

There, two options under the name, was an ‘emote’ option. He tapped it to bring down the drop-down menu, and found one that said ‘smug.’ That would do.

As soon as he selected it, Wolf’s face twisted up in a smirk, something that made him look a little more dominant than he had before. Then again, with those muscles and that thick body, and those huge feet –

[i]Huge feet are hot. Huge feet are…[/i]

He groaned, shaking his head. Some people would have thought that big feet were just a silly thing, but for him, big feet were better than big dicks. If someone had big feet, then they were the big cheese, the top dog, the head honcho in the room. They were the ones that needed all the attention and service, and this wolf had some huge feet that were just short of being too big for his body.

“Wolf, lift your feet and…and wiggle your toes.”

With that smirk, the slightly awkward motion of lifting his legs off the floor didn’t make the wolf look at all bottom-like. If anything, he looked all the hotter with his feet in the air, as if he knew just how hot his feet were and how much they were wanted. For all that Reggie knew, he did. He didn’t know how much of his answers on the website had been incorporated in the avatar, after all.

But then Wolf started wiggling his toes, and his mouth all but dropped open. Those toes curled so perfectly, dancing down and then back up in a line, each one moving slightly after the one before it to create waving lines of wiggling toes. The only thing that would have made them better was –

He grabbed his phone, sliding the sweat option up by a few percentage points. 0 to 20%, he decided, and even as he dragged the slider up, he saw the difference almost immediately, the undersides of Wolf’s feet getting shiny and reflective rather than just a simple pale-gray. He moaned as he felt his own cock throbbing harder and harder at the sight, unable to take his eyes off the dancing toes.

Stepping closer to the object of his desires, he reached out and took Wolf by the ankles, fondling them slowly, rubbing them and pulling those huge feet closer to his face. Just one could have completely covered his cheeks and eyes, maybe even his mouth, and the other one would have been free to do other things.

“God…god, you’re sexy.”

There was no response. He hadn’t asked for one. That was so weird, but even that meant that it was still hot. Some quiet dom, just waiting for his little foot slut to give him the attention that he deserved…

[i]Fuck…fuck…[/i]

He was right on the verge of busting in his pants right then, and he would have cared less than a whit if he did. Grabbing his phone, he scrolled down to the sensitivity option and shoved it right to the top. It was easy. It was so easy.

And when he licked those twitching toes, he saw Wolf’s cock jump in his jumpsuit, the thick, heavy thing rising up and getting hard almost immediately. That fat cock was throbbing just from him licking Wolf’s feet.

[i]Mmmmph…god…god, this is so good…[/i]

Reggie was almost whimpering with his own arousal, the fantasy that he had held for so long finally coming true as he tasted that soft, sweaty musk that clung to Wolf’s feet. It was something that he couldn’t entirely get used to, each lick as strong and potent as the one before it, and he struggled to keep thinking rather than just licking away.

[i]I’m under a hot guy’s sweaty feet…I’m serving the hottest pair of feet that I’ve ever seen…and he likes it…[/i]

The smirk didn’t stop, and that throbbing bulge kept dancing and twitching, showing how much Wolf liked his toes getting licked and his feet getting worshiped. Lick, lap, lick, lap, each and every touch of his tongue getting deeper than before. He worked his tongue up to the toes, breathing in through his nose to keep getting that smell-taste of foot musk and sweat. It was so strong that his head was spinning, and his boner throbbed, and his cock oozed so much pre-cum that his briefs felt stuck to him from cock slime.

It was fucking hot.

It was fucking perfect.

The toes drummed against his nose as he licked between them, and he breathed in that heady fragrance, unable to stop as he nuzzled against those huge feet, welcoming them against his face and begging them to take it further. The only thing that he wanted was for Wolf to take control and –

And that was impossible. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He was just an avatar emitted out for his pleasure. Reggie…Reggie had to tell him what to do.

It took every bit of his willpower to pull back from licking those perfect toes, and he was panting hard. He could hardly believe that so many parts of his fantasy were coming to life at once, and he knew that if he didn’t do something now, he’d be cumming his brains out and having to stop and wait for a second session to do anything else. But he was so close, so fucking –

“Wolf…Wolf, stop wiggling your toes.”

And that helped. That helped a lot as Wolf put his feet back down, no longer drumming them away. He was a shaking, shivering mess, and he had definitely almost cum in his pants from doing what he was doing. But at the same time, he wanted more.

“I’m…I’m going to strip. Get naked, Wolf.”

The words were out of order, but it was enough. Wolf’s jumpsuit disappeared, leaving his cock hanging out in the open. It was hefty and full, and the tip was shimmering with pre-cum. If there was anything that he could have wanted improved, he didn’t know what it would be.

As Reggie stripped out of his own clothes, he couldn’t help but feel smaller than the other male. Not in a way that made him feel awkward or bad, but in a way that made him feel good about being under him. A good little boy. A good little foot-slut for the bigger, better hung wolf. That was where he belonged. That was where he needed to be.

As soon as he was naked, he laid down. Wolf didn’t look at him, but he didn’t need to. Those feet…those perfect feet.

“Wolf. Give me a footjob.”

They moved, one foot pressing down where balls and cock met, and the pressure on that little band of skin pulled his cock upward, forcing the tip to point toward the ceiling rather than toward his head. The other foot came down, sliding the tip of his cock between the big and second toe, and –

“Oh, fuck…oh, fuck yes…”

The toe-play was gentle but firm, the toes running up and down his shaft as the other played with his balls, curling those long, furred digits around his sac and pulling it down, teasing it, flicking his balls. Never hard, just enough to remind him of the difference between feet and fingers. The other foot –

He groaned, arching his back, his hips leaving the floor before that big foot pushed him right back down. The big and second toe were wrapped tight around either side of his shaft, milking him slowly, dragging up and down his cock constantly. Each stroke was enough to leave his head spinning, and he moaned out loud as he bit his lips and fought to buck against those stroking toes.

Up, down, up, down, each time flicking at the ankle to make it rise and fall. He could hardly believe the sheer pleasure that came from the constant stimulation, his head spinning as he struggled to breathe. It made him pant so hard that he swore he was going to pass out from oxygen deprivation before he came.

He was teased right to the brink before the wolf shifted his soles, bringing both feet together around his shaft. At first, it was just the toes, drumming up and down his cock, those feet so big that they were able to cover his entire cock with just the toes, before they slid together around him. His cock poked out between the wolf’s arches, though only barely, and they pushed and rubbed against either side of his cock. He oozed so much pre-cum that it looked like some sort of little pool between the arches, his cock drowning itself in its own juices.

All the while, Reggie had the carpet in a death grip to keep from cumming too soon. He wanted to cum, and at the same time, he wanted this to keep going. Oh, [i]fuck[/i] it felt good. Wolf didn’t even have to move his feet much, just drag them up and down, add and subtract pressure on either side of his shaft, constantly adding and taking away those bits of pleasure.

And then…then they moved.

“AH!”

Reggie almost did cum right then, the soles parting enough to let his pre-cum fall all over his cock like a shower, and then they pressed together again, smearing him in his own juices and just [i]fucking[/i] his cock. Up, down, up, down, pumping his shaft so fast and so hard that it was a miracle that he didn’t cum right then and there.

It felt like Wolf had almost lost his mind, like the dominant canine was going to force him to cum all over those big sexy feet. He wanted it. Oh, [i]fuck[/i] he wanted it, but…

But he wanted…

He wanted one more thing.

“Stop! Wolf, stop!”

And just like that, the footjob ceased. He panted, shaking for a few seconds before continuing.

“I…I want you to fuck…fuck my ass…with my face…in your feet.”

It took a moment to finagle the position, but Wolf was tall enough – and had long enough legs – that it was possible. Reggie got into a position that was face-down, ass up, and that fat cock rubbed back and forth against his hole, between his cheeks. Wolf’s legs were stretched out in front of him, those big feet – sweaty enough that they were no longer soaked in his own pre-cum – on display.

When Wolf finally started pushing forward, Reggie let himself get his face driven into those thick wolf soles. He moaned as he drowned himself in their thick scent as he was filled to the brim with thick wolf cock.

Wolf was panting over him, drooling on his back, and Reggie didn’t care. Even as his ass burned a bit from the sheer size of that fat cock, he didn’t mind. He was giving the big guy some satisfaction, finally, and he felt that cock slamming in and out with all the enthusiasm of his wildest fantasies.

In, out, in, out, each thrust timed just enough to make sure that he bumped his cheeks against those big soles before he was pulled back and away from them and back on that throbbing shaft. It was just that little bit too big, the sort of too big where you almost regret it but it pushes your limits enough that you can’t bring yourself to stop. It felt so good, and better, he could feel it dripping, sliming him up inside.

[i]This is…this is…how to make…someone else…feel good.[/i]

Surely, Wolf wouldn’t wait too much longer to cum. Surely –

But he wasn’t going over the edge. He was just humping, thrusting, bucking away, each time burying himself in good and deep. Yes, it felt good, but he was getting sore, and he wanted to cum, and –

“Wolf…Wolf, cum in me!”

Beep. His phone pinged him, a message popping up.

“[i]Would you like to sign up for our orgasm service? On sale now for 19.99/month.[/i]”

He groaned, shaking his head. Instead, he reached back between his legs, grabbing hold of his cock. He would have liked his new companion to get off with him, but if that was the cost, he’d have to find a way around it. Bucking back against that cock and taking advantage of the pressure on his prostate, and breathing in that thick scent –

“Mmmph…”

In, out, in, out as he thrust his own cock against his fingers. In, out, in, out, bumping him forward against those soles, making him breathe in their scent over and over again. In, out, in, out, making him take it, making him serve like a good little foot-slut –

“NNNNGH!”

It was more than enough. He arched his back, cumming hard, spraying his sheets with his seed. He slumped back, panting, and all but went limp as the thrusting continued. In, out, in, out, milking his cock of everything that he had, making his ass so sore, his balls empty.

“W-Wolf, stop!”

And thankfully, the avatar did what it was told. It pulled back, giving him a moment to recover, and he moaned as he felt the soreness that remained around his asshole. He might have overdone it, but at least…at least he’d done it. He groaned, grinding his cheek into the sheets, the thick smell of feet and cock and cum strong in the air. Rolling on his side, he looked back at the wolf.

“Mmph…Wolf…Clean me…and then…” he smiled. “Then, cuddle.”

A sloppy tongue made its way across his body, starting with his feet and slowly working up. It was a little naughty at times, flicking over his toes and between them just enough to make his cock twitch, but after that explosive load, even the quasi-blowjob that he got to clean his dick up wasn’t enough to get him hard again.

It finished with a lick across his cheek. It wasn’t a kiss, but it was something. He had to remind himself that this was a program, that he wouldn’t be getting a full partner, just fun, but it was a bit of a stark, slightly painful reminder.

As he laid down, picking the side of the bed that [i]wasn’t[/i] soaked with his own cum, he felt Wolf get in bed behind him and sidle up good and close. It was a nice, warm pressure against his back, and even the persistent boner against his ass wasn’t a bad thing now that it was on the outside rather than the inside.

He closed his eyes slowly, taking the furred arms around him and enjoying the closeness that they offered. They pulled him back, and they were soon in a good, tight embrace that would have emulated many couples he’d seen.

“Goodnight, Wolf.”

“Rrrrr.”

“Heh…I’ll take that as a goodnight from you. Wake me up at 8?”

“Rrrr.”

Wolf nodded, nuzzling a cold nose against his neck. Reggie had just enough time to wonder what else he might be able to do with his new assistant avatar before unconsciousness claimed him without answer.

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

Summary: Reggie buys a hologram emitter that creates physical avatars and enjoys some kinky options.

Tags: M/M, Wolf, Human, Anthro/Human, Foot Fetish, Sweat, Musk, Anal, Foot Worship, Footjob, Submissive, Custom Lover, Sliders, Customization,