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Idle chatter filled the ears of the feline, coming through as mere background noise as she doodled in her notebook, filling the blank margins above each page of hand taken history and chemistry notes with poorly drawn cartoon characters and band logos. The last class had finished earlier than expected, the teacher leaving the students to chit chat among themselves. The smarter ones were getting a jumpstart on their assigned homework, using the extra time to finish what they could so they wouldn't have to worry about it during the weekend. Sammy ignored the others that were busy sharing the latest gossip and rumors, some amusing and others were simply downright obscene. With one earbud jammed into her fuzzy pointed ear, she hummed along to the onslaught of operatic vocals and thundering drums that assaulted her eardrum, lazily bouncing the leg crossed over top of her knee. The sun streaming in through the window reflected off the polished tile floor, hitting the calico cat in her blue eyes. She took a glance outside, not exactly looking forward to the oppressive heat that awaited her after school let out. Frowning, she scooted her chair to the side to avoid the blinding glare, returning to her doodle and scribbles to try and pass the remaining class time. ----- *bap* *bap* *bap* The end of the pen rhythmically smacked the open textbook on his desk, anxiously twiddling with the cheap ballpoint pen between his fingers. Rather than pay attention to the biology lesson, his eyes closely examined the graffiti carved into the wooden desktop. Names, skulls, scratched out phone numbers, initials surrounded by a heart. Layers upon layers of the scratchings overlapped each other, turning into a mess of splinters and ink in some parts. Part of him wondered about those that had sat there before him, the lives of those that only added to the destruction of what used to be a pristine desk. "And that would be, what, Mister Jennings?" His head jerked up at the announcement of his name, looking up at his teacher with an expression of confusion and whimsy from his daydreams. "Uh.......the heart?" he winced, taking a gamble and hoping it would pay off. The basset hound paused upon hearing the answer, looking at his student with a blank gaze, not looking exactly certain if he'd heard him correctly. "Yes, Mister Jennings. Theodor Schwann and Matthias Jakob Schleiden were both credited for developing...the heart." the canine repeated, his species trademark drooping ears and sagging skin somehow managing to take on an even more forlorn look. Snickering and muffled laughter filled the cramped classroom, some of the students shaking their heads while others rolled their eyes. "For someone so evolutionary progressed, I'd have expected a better answer. Might I suggest keeping your head in the books instead of in the clouds?" he sighed. The dog's patronizing remark was enough to get the rest of the class laughing, causing the human to squirm in his seat. "Uh, yes...sorry, Mister Sweeny." the lone human apologized, not wanting to look around at the anthros chiding him. Eric quickly took his textbook in his hands, holding in front of him and staring down at the pages, trying to look focused and relaxed while the painfully awkward moment passed. Mr. Sweeny let out a sharp breath in frustration, composing himself, before continuing his lesson. "Stupid, stupid!" Eric mentally scolded himself. High school was hard enough for most, but was becoming painfully difficult for him. He and his family had moved to the city nearly a year ago and were probably one of maybe a dozen families of humans living there. Eric was positive he was the only human in this particular school as well. While usually being an exchange student of sorts could sometimes be considered an attractive thing, he felt even more distant and awkward compared to those around him. It was hard to try and look appealing when there were literal lions and tigers walking around, their thin fur showing off the sculpted and naturally occurring muscles beneath. Eric in comparison was average, scrawny, and pale with a scraggly head of dirty blonde hair. By human standards, he wasn't exactly short, but was dwarfed by some of the bigger species that roamed the building. Hell, even the majority of girls were taller than him, which certainly didn't help his self-esteem. Despite the downsides, there were a handful of silver linings. Being dropped into a city full of anthros was honestly a dream come true. He was fascinated by them and found them to be beautiful and majestic. Though his dreams were slightly crushed when he discovered how rude they could be, he was still entranced by every one of them, the girls especially. There was a natural beauty to them, each female looking as if they were hand sculpted by God himself. Perfect curves, wide hips, hypnotic eyes, they had it all. Even the more husky ones were still gorgeous to him. The hot weather and fur meant that they weren't shy to wear more revealing outfits either. Tank tops, spaghetti straps, and shirts cut off at the midriff along with shorts tight enough to accent their bottoms, some with a tail poking out as well. It was nearly impossible to keep his eyes off of them. In fact, he was certain that his constant ogling were the reason for his poor grades. Eric was lucky that he wasn't caught by his teacher with his eyes glued at the usual target of his leering. Seeing as the others had moved on past his embarrassing moment, the human, who had obviously not learned his lesson, focused his attention at the panther in front of him. The human's muddy brown eyes started at her chest, looking at the girl's bosom, the red tube top barely able to contain the ebony furred breasts. It wouldn't surprise him if she had been reprimanded in the past for wearing such a skimpy top, but he wasn't complaining. His gaze steadily moved down her body, staring at her curvy rear next, her tail flicking back and forth with a mind of its own. Eric took his time with his staring, looking over and examining the anthros, taking a picture in his mind of the ones that caught his fancy. The others may have been focusing on what he had already looked over, but the human's particular taste laid further down. Not her breasts and not her rear. His eyes scanned down the furry legs of the panther's, moving further and further down. There. Eric's eyes finally came to rest on her large furred feet. Through his constant "research", the human was pleased to learn that the anthros had a plantigrade style of foot and not a feral looking digitigrade style. Their feet were more in line with a human appearance, though with four toes rather than five and sporting a claw instead of a nail. Depending on the animal, they were either covered with fur or scales, Eric personally liking the fur more. Her legs were crossed at the ankle, giving him an obstructed view of his target, leaning forward slightly at his desk to look down at the tops of her feet. Covered with her smoky black fur, each toe was pointed with an equally black claw. Her brown flips flops appeared to be her daily footwear, judging not only by the amount of times he saw her wearing them, but from the condition of her sandals. Each one was marked with visible imprints from her toes and heels, impossible to miss when she would occasionally slip them off during class. The more he watched, the more he wanted her to move her feet, rather than just shaking one leg like she was doing now. "Yes!" he cheered in his head as the panther in front of him uncrossed her legs and moved them back towards his desk. The girl who was oblivious to his deviant staring, slid her barefeet from her flip flops, curling her toes and resting her feet down on the knuckles of her toes, giving him a perfect view of the entire underside of her soles. Eric gulped and took in the appearance of her powerful looking paws, staring at the large black pad towards the top of her foot and the one on her heel, along with the ones on the backside of each toe. Her clenched toes caused her soles and pads to slightly wrinkle, gazing at each one spreading over her feet as if he was in a trance at the girl's unaware teasing. He could feel his denim jeans and boxers growing tighter the more he stared, silently growling in lust. As daring as he was, he was never stupid enough to try and take a picture of them, not wanting to risk expanding the divide he already felt with the others. Her toes had a pleasant plumpness to them, each one as long as they were round. Even though he had stared at her in every class they had together, Eric had yet to actually learn her name. Part of him wanted to ask her out perhaps in hope of getting to spend more time with her and the "assets" he had become so entranced by, but knew deep down that such a thing would never happen. Instead, he chose to secretly enjoy every day she came to school wearing her flip flops. And just as quickly as the show began, it ended with the bell sounding as the school day had finally come to an end. Frowning, Eric watched the panther's feet quickly shove back inside her flip flops, before she shot up from her desk and hurried out of the door. "Guess I'll have to wait until Monday for some more." he sighed in his head. Shoving his textbook and binder into his backpack, he threw it over his shoulder and briskly walked out of the classroom, keeping his gaze down towards the ground. ---- "Finally." the calico mumbled, plucking the earbud from her ear at the sound of the bell, wrapping her earphones around her phone which she shoved back into the pocket of her baggy black jeans. Sammy dropped her notebook turned sketchbook into her messenger bag, hoisting the strap over her shoulder. The others raced from the room in a blur of tails and fur, the cat casually walking out behind, in no particular rush since she wasn't exactly looking forward to the walk home. Each narrow hallway was crammed pack of students rushing to their lockers, ready for a weekend of fun and adventure. The cat had other plans or, more specifically, no plans at all. She wasn't really one to make plans and settled on making decisions on the spot about what to do or where to go. Not one for crowds, she took a drink from one of the water fountains by the entrance to the restrooms, waiting for the majority of the students to leave first, before she'd dare go to her locker. The lukewarm water spouting from the water fountain did little to help the sweating feline. Nor did the noticeable temperature change in the hallways from the hordes of teenagers crowding them. The wait was short, however, with everyone eager to leave for the weekend. With the bulk of the crowds thinning out, Sam pushed off the wall she was leaning against and walked down towards her locker. Her locker wasn't far from her last class, the door defaced and vandalized with a spray painted smiley face complete with crossed out eyes making it easy to spot it from a distance. She opened the door and dumped off the books from her bag, luckily having no homework to worry about for the weekend after using a study hall for more than just sleeping for a change. With her bag now significantly lighter, Sam walked down the emptying halls, avoiding the shoulders and arms of those that ran past her. A sprinting cheetah clipped her elbow, Sam nearly tripping and falling, stumbling against a locker to avoid falling over. "Watch where you're going, ya dumb bitch!" she barked, the girl already too far down the hall to hear her. Growling, the cat continued down the hall towards the entrance of the high school. Along the way, she spotted the school's elusive human at his locker, reorganizing his school books. Sammy stopped beside him, swinging her hip to thump him on the side with her tail. Startled, Eric gasped and turned to see the smirking cat. "Sup." the amused cat greeted. "Oh. Hey, Sam." he exhaled, returning to clean out his locker. "Someone jumpy?" she raised a brow, leaning her back up against the locker to his side. "I'm always jumpy. Can you blame me? Feels like everyone looks at me like prey." he pouts, collecting crumpled up balls of notebook paper from his locker and tossing them in the trash can at the end of the hall. "Well, you certainly do look like an easy target. No offense." she smirked. "None taken." he shrugs, returning to his locker, cleaning out the last of the litter, mostly completed assignments he didn't need to hold on to. "Is this all you ever do?" she rolls her eyes as he continued to clean his locker. "Only at the end of the week." he nods, throwing away a small stack of papers. "Fuckin' neat freak." she jabs. "Hey, cleanliness is-" "Next to godliness, I know. Spare me the lecture." she groans. "Fair enough." he closes his locker and grabs his backpack. The two walk down the now empty hallways of their school, passing by a janitor pushing a cart of cleaning supplies to try and tackle the mess left behind by hundreds of teenagers, before doing it all again on Monday. Sammy and Eric stepped into the lobby, the human quickly jogging towards the glass doors of the office. "Wait one sec!" he called out, going inside to pick up a folder from the front desk. "What's that?" Sam asks him as he steps back out. "Just a list of the colleges I might apply to." he explains. "Dude, it's not even the second semester yet." she scoffs. "Yeah, but it's still our senior year." "Ugh. Can we just go now?" "What's the rush? It only takes like 5 minutes to get to your house!" he chuckled, walking with her to the front door. "Yeah, by car." she sighed, pushing open the door, feeling a gust of hot air blow against her fuzzy face. "Uh, yeah?" he looks at her in concern, following her outside into the sweltering heat. "Well...you remember how my parents said I better not raid their liquor cabinet again?" she turned to face him with an irritated look. "Oh god. Don't tell me..." he tossed his head back with a pitiful moan. "Yep! Well, turns out I may have watered down my dad's scotch just a tad too much." The human sighed and stared at her. "How much?" "Enough that it changed a few shades." "C'mon Sam!" the human whined. "Bitching isn't going to help either of us, so shut up and walk! I'm not exactly thrilled either." she snapped, looking at the long road ahead of them, peering at the heat waves radiating off the searing heat of the asphalt. "Ugh." Eric exhaled. The calico stepped down off the sidewalk and onto the pavement, feeling the heat traveling through the soles of her shoes. "Let's just get going. You coming over today?" she asked over her shoulder. "Yeah, might as well. Guessing you don't have any plans either?" he looks up at his friend, following close behind. "Nope. Never really think past just sitting down in the basement." she shrugs, walking across the parking lot towards the road. "Oh well. My parents are just happy I'm not sitting around the house all the time. Even if that means I'm just sitting around someone else's house instead." "You know you're always welcome to dick around mine." she chuckles, adjusting her messenger bag so it's on her back, rather than in the front where it bumped against her leg with every step. "And that's why I like you." he smiled. His first week at the school was rough. No one really talking or interacting with him aside from frequent stares and people whispering to each other when he passed. At first, everyone was curious about the human. Something that a good portion of the student body had never seen in person. Sadly for him, the novelty wore off rather quick and he was left as more of an oddity than a fascination. Some were too stuck up to want to be seen talking with him. The more uneducated ones feared that they would contract some sort of human disease if they strayed too close to him. He didn't think he'd ever have a true friend or even an acquaintance until he met Sammy. She wasn't exactly what you'd call "uptight" and was never one to really judge anyone right off the bat. The cat had seen him in one of the classes they shared and thought a human was pretty interesting. Considering how boring she felt the town was, a human was a welcome addition. Sammy introduced herself at lunch one day and the two quickly became fast friends. They traded stories and talked for hours, finding out that regardless of how different they looked, they were still just your average teenagers at heart. Eric was a bit curious about some of the more cliché ideas he had about the animals, Sammy laughing when he revealed how he actually thought she licked herself clean. Most of their days were spent at her house after school, relaxing and talking some more. Usually, they both had the luxury of her car to drive them around, but this privilege was now gone. For how long, neither of them knew. "This. Fucking. Sucks!" she panted, trekking up a steep hill that was only a few blocks down from her house. "You know, you'd be a lot cooler if you didn't dress like that." he points out, looking over Sammy's purple hoodie, the zipper partially pulled down to expose her black T-shirt underneath. "You know how sick I am of hearing that?" "It's true though. Black shirt, black jeans, dark hoodie. I'm not carrying you if you pass out." "Like you even could, string bean." she grins. "At least wear some shorts!" "I don't like shorts. Don't like how they look. And besides, why don't you follow your own advice?" she turns and nods towards his jeans. "Well, I don't have fur. So I don't sweat as much as you. I'm hot, but not dying out here." The two pause their conversation, focusing on hiking up the last bit of the steep street, pausing at the top to catch their breath. "And another thing. I don't wear dark shirts like you either." Eric huffs, rubbing his hairless legs after their little excursion, his striped white T-shirt spotted with sweat. "The second that heavy metal bands start making shirts in a color besides black, I'll be sure to buy one." she pushes her sweaty bangs from her eyes. "You could listen to a different genre instead?" he chuckles. "Fuck off." she unzips the rest of her hoodie, grabbing and flapping it to send a pleasant breeze over her chest. "At least it wouldn't be so edgy looking." he taunts, looking over her black shirt, a golden ring in the middle with swords stabbing through to create the shape of a pentagram. "Shut up, I like the artwork." she wipes the sweat from her brow, pausing to flip off her human companion. Eric snickered at her reaction and continued to walk behind her, ending their break so they could continue towards her home. An occasional passing cars would provide a brief, though pleasant gust of wind to blow over the exhausted duo. "Lucky bastards." the feline grumbled at the passing car as she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket along with a wick lighter. She places the filterless cigarette between her pink lips, flipping open the lighter and striking the flint wheel. With a spark, a long flame fires to life from the top of the lighter. Sammy stares at the flame, feeling the heat from the tip of the flame against her forehead, before flipping it closed. "Fuck that." she spits the cigarette from her mouth onto the street, stepping up onto the sidewalk. "Hey! You can't litter like that!" Eric scolds her. "It's paper and leaves. Biodegradable." she ignores him, crossing the street. He pauses and picks up the cigarette, putting it in his pocket. By the time he looks up, Sammy had already moved to the next street, the human jogging a bit to catch up. After getting onto the same street as her, Eric slows back down to a brisk walk, using the distance as an opportunity to look over his feline friend. She wasn't safe from his stares either. Sammy was a slim girl with a pleasant hourglass figure. She was fairly tall when compared to him, standing a good head or two above him. Her legs were long, taking reaching strides with every step, her perfectly round bottom rocking side to side. The cat's breasts were perky and a modest size, around a B cup he'd assume from what he could make out from the layers of clothing she wore. Her jeans were baggy, but fit just well enough to reveal the curves of her hips and thighs. She showed off little fur, but her neck and face were an unusual fur pattern that he loved. The base color was white, but was covered in splotches of orange and black of various sizes, a large blob of black over one eye while the other was orange. It almost looked like she was wearing a mask at times, which is something he honestly found to be very attractive. Sammy's hair was a bit long, bangs usually dangling in front of her eyes, her hair sharing the same colors as her fur. Eric's eyes inevitably reached the ground, looking at the skater shoes she almost exclusively wore. White soles, orange body, with a black tongue and matching laces, mirroring her fur pattern. He had seen her take them off many times, but had very rarely ever seen her barefoot, something he was always excited would happen anytime they hung out. "You get lost!" she yelled behind her. "Huh? Sorry! Just cleaning up after you!" he quickly snapped back to reality, jogging once again to catch up with her. "It was one smoke, not the whole damn pack!" she taunted, turning around, walking backwards so she could look at him. Eric jogged up to her, returning to a walking pace as the two turned down her street. "So why the hell doesn't the bus come down here, again?" he asked. "Fuck if I know. Guess I'm just too far out of their route. Hell, I'm barely even in the area to be allowed to go to that school." she shrugged. If it wasn't for the oppressive weather, the walk home would have actually been fairly enjoyable. Children playing outside, elderly couples sitting together on their front porches, taking in the scent of freshly cut grass. Sammy looked over at a sprinkler watering someone's front yard, resisting the urge to jump under the refreshing looking shower. "Almost there." she says to herself, at long last reaching her house. "Thank god." Eric sighs in relief, gazing up at the familiar home. The feline's house was nothing fancy. A cozy two story brick house with a basement, front porch, driveway, and separate two car garage. After being forced to powerwash the exterior of the house as an additional punishment for drinking her father's expensive scotch, the brick and paint looked as new as the day they moved in. "Looks like it's just us for now." Sammy says to her friend, the driveway empty. Sammy walked up the three steps to the porch, opening the screen door and pulling a key from her pocket. The lock flipped open with a click, turning the knob and pushing the door open. "Thank god they left the A/C on." she sighs with a smile, stepping into the air conditioned house, a far cry from the Hell they felt outside. "Nice." Eric panted, walking in behind her, closing the door before anymore of the precious chill could escape outside. The cat walked past the foyer and opened the door that led down into the basement. Eric nodded and wordlessly followed her down the steps. He had never really seen the rest of the house, most of their days spent downstairs. Sammy had the basement all to herself, her parents letting her convert it into a bedroom of sorts. Posters of bands and horror movies were taped on the fake wood paneling on the walls, an unmade bed pushed against one corner of the room, a long and overstuffed couch dropped in the middle of the room, sat in front of an old tube television with a vintage game console plugged into the back. Shelves made by the cat from plywood and scavenged wood were nailed into the walls, filled with DVDs, VHS tapes, and CDs. Her movie and music collection seemed to be the only thing organized in the room as the floor was littered with pizza boxes, clothes, magazines, and empty cans and bottles. Since they were now underground, the air was much cooler and refreshing. The both of them stepped off the landing, dropping their bags beside the stairs. "Ah, nice to be home." Sam walked overtop the trash, stopping at a mini-fridge and pulling out a beer for herself and a can of soda for her human friend. "And you give me shit for being an apparent "neat freak". We should clean up down here sometime." he rolls his eyes, walking to the couch, hearing stale pizza crust snapping under his shoes. "A hovel is still a home. I'll get to it when I can." she shrugs, sitting down on the couch, lifting her legs and dropping them on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Uh huh. Sure you will." he shakes his head, sitting down beside her. "Eh, probably not." she shrugs, setting her drink on the table which was covered in scuff marks from her shoes and water rings from drinks left without coasters. "Where do you even get beer? You have a fake ID or something?" he asks. "I have a cousin that works at a beer distributor. He lets me buy a case, though at a hefty price." she sighs. The calico picked up the remote from the table, flipping on the TV for some background noise. "So what did you do today?" she asks, trying to make some conversation, handing him the can of soda. "Well, not much. Biology is still hard as hell to me, though that's the same with most of my classes." he sighs, lifting his legs and placing them beside hers. "Are all humans stupid or just you?" "Hey, shut up! Are all cats as messy as you?" he fires back, opening his cold drink. "Eh. Probably." she smirks, scanning through the channels. Eric turned his head to look over the cat who was trying to recuperate after their exhausting walk. He felt a strange sense of calm when he was around her. Usually he was shy and a bit awkward when around the others in the school, but felt he could really be himself when he was with Sammy. The two had always teased and jabbed at each other. Sammy was certainly more of a tomboy, which Eric loved, finding that it felt like he was with his friends back in his old home. They were even a bit open with each other as time went on. The more time he spent with her, the more he knew he could trust her and open up to the cat. "Maybe you'd do better if you were constantly staring at every piece of ass that sits in front of you." she sneers, popping the cap off her beer. "Wha-? Shut up. I can't control it sometimes." he blushes. "Bet that's why you suggest that I wear some shorts. Must be wanting to get a good look at my legs." she grins, taking a secret enjoyment in watching his squirm. "That's not true! I just want you to be....eh....yeah, maybe." he grumbles, crossing his arms. It was far from the first time she'd teased him like this and he was somewhat used to her playful insults. "Uh huh. So who were you staring at today?" she curiously asked with a smirk. "Uh...that panther girl." he admitted. "Brittany?" "Is that her name?" he turned to her. "Really? You don't even know the names of the girls you're eye-fucking?" she chuckles, crossing her legs. "That's not what I was doing!" he defends. "Point still stands." "Whatever. Yeah, Brittany then." "The panther with tits as big as her head?" she jokes, taking a swig of the cheap beer. "That's the one." he chuckled. "You and every other guy are staring at her. She's already been suspended once or twice for the way she dresses." the cat yawns, taking off her hoodie and tossing it to the floor. "Not surprised actually." he nods. "But I'm guessing you were looking further down and I'm not talking about her ass." Sammy snickered. "....yes." he winces, taking a sip from his drink to hydrate his throat that suddenly felt dry. "Hehehe, does my human like looking at furry feet?" she teases, bumping her shoe against his. "Stop! You know how I feel when you talk about it like that." he whines, closing his eyes. Regardless of how much he trusted Sammy and the things they discussed, he never would have told her about his foot fetish. The only reason she was aware was after a particularly embarrassing incident that happened a month or two ago. Sammy was called upstairs and, thinking it was safe, Eric took one of her socks from the floor. Sammy walked down just in time to catch him pressing it to his nose, something she never let him live down. At the time, Eric left and was afraid the next day everyone would be talking about the story. To his relief, she approached him and asked why he left. Luckily, Sammy was more understanding than others and found humor instead of disgust at the situation. She'd openly tease him about it, but only in private since she promised to keep his secret safe. The next few weeks, she'd gotten him to talk about his unusual lust. "And how do you feel? Excited?" "You're mean." "And you're a thief! If you're going to steal my socks, at least take ones that match. I have, like, three mismatched pairs now!" she complains. Eric gulped and froze. He didn't know that she had caught on to his little scheme of swiping used socks from her floor since he assumed she was already used to losing socks due to the disorder of her room. "I-I....I..." he stammered, tightly gripping the arm of the couch. "Hmm, then again...maybe I don't want them back. I can only imagine what you do with them." she rumbled in a quiet tone. Eric stayed silent, picking at the stuffing of the couch through a rip in the arm. "Am I right?" The human wasn't sure what to say. He knew what she meant, but didn't know if she was trying to trick him as he wasn't sure how she'd react to him admitting to such a lewd act. "What do you want from me?" he mumbled. "Oh, don't get all sad on me. I'm just curious is all. C'mon, you know nothing that is said or done here will ever leave this basement." she rolls her eyes. After a moment of silence, aside from the commercials playing on the TV, the human finally opened his mouth. "Yes. You're right." "Mhmm. Are you going to tell me what you did?" "Why do you want me to tell you?" "I don't know really. I'm just curious I suppose. I never really talked to someone who was into something like that before." "Okay, well, I don't really like this. You're really making me uncomfortable." "You're the one that's uncomfortable? Imagine how I feel! I'm not going to blackmail you or anything and I never exactly said I want you to stop either, okay? Just humor me." she chuckled. "Wait. So, you're not mad?" he turned towards the cat. "Eh. I could see others getting really pissed off, but I don't really care too much." she shrugged, turning the channel to some infomercial, dropping the remote on the table. "That's...one hell of a relief." he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Now then, are you going to confess your sins?" she grins. Feeling about as comfortable as one could considering the circumstances, Eric sighed and nodded. "Fine. I jerked off with your socks." he quickly spits out. "Oh? How?" "Really?" he whines, the cat beside him wearing a wicked grin that continued to grow. "Hey, I don't have a cock. Now explain." Eric scowled at the amused feline. "I took your sock and put it over my dick and jerked off with it. There. End of story." he confessed, his blush growing darker. "I don't think that's the end of it. Continue." she made a rolling motion with hand, wanting to hear more. "I told you, that's the end of the story." "No it isn't. You mean to tell me that you just pumped off and that's it?" she scoffed, taking a long drink from the bottle. "Well, I mean, I guess not." he drummed his fingers over his leg. "Then tell me more." "...I had another sock in my hand." "What did you do with it?" "I, uh...smelled it." he admits, drinking his soda. "While jerking off with the other?" "Yeah." "How was it?" "You really want me to tell you this stuff?" he tosses his hands in the air in frustration. "How was it?" Sammy repeats her question, casually watching TV while she asked him these bizarre questions. "They smelled good to me, okay?" "Like?" "What?" "What did they smell like?" she teases, finishing over half her beer. "Seriously?" "Seriously." "They smelled like feet." "No shit, really? I need more than that, sock sniffer." she snickered. "Sweat! I don't fucking know!" he exclaimed, the questions growing more unbearable for him. "Did they feel good on you?" she asked, ignoring the outburst. "I mean, yeah. They were pretty soft." he mumbles. "Alright. How did it end?" she smirks. The human shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the question. "...you know." "Know what?" the feline asks, playing dumb. "Gonna really make me say it?" "Yup!" "Remind me why we're friends again?" "Cause I'm one of the few that wouldn't string your ass up for doing something like this. Now say it." "Hmm, you have a point I guess." "I'm waiting." "Ugh! Fine! I came in your socks, alright!?" he shamefully admits. Sammy laughs at the ridiculous confession, the anger behind his voice making the odd outburst that much more funny to her. "Are you done now?" he pouts, glaring at the cat who he felt like was mocking him. "Haha, sorry, sorry. I just need to get this straight. First, you stole my dirty socks off my floor. Then, you went home and went into your bedroom, probably locking the door so no one could disturb you. Next, you huffed my sock until you got hard, slid another one over your cock, jerked off while smelling the other, and finally jizzed inside of it?" she laughs, filling in the obvious missing gaps in his story. "Godda-yes! That's exactly what happened!" the human's face grew flush as she laid out exactly what he had done. "You're a fucking pervert, dude." Sammy cackles, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Gee, thanks. Glad I could amuse you. Are we done now?" he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Eric. You can't tell me you don't find anything there to be funny." she pants, flicking the multicolored bangs from her eyes. "I know it's weird. That's why I don't like it when you do this to me." he frowns. "Oh, lighten up. I'm just having some fun. I don't think less of you or anything, I'm just teasing." she lays her hand on his shoulder, giving it a quick rub to try and ease his nerves. "Well, sometimes you get a bit personal." "Relax. You know I like you. Weird shit or not." she pats his shoulder, leaning forward to undo the laces on her shoes. Eric's eyes were immediately drawn towards her hands pulling her laces loose. "So which socks did you like the most?" she asks, leaning back against the couch after making her shoes looser so her feet could breathe. "The ones I used were those blue ones with the little fishes on them." he nods, remembering the pattern he found to be cute. "Aw, dude! Those were, like, my favorite ones! Ugh. You can keep them if you buy me a new pair. I'll let you have the old ones." she offers, wanting to make an arrangement that would benefit them both. "I like that deal. Does that apply to your shoes too?" he jokes. "Yup." she nods, crossing her ankles, pressing the toe of her shoe against the bottom of the other, letting her socked heel pop out. "Wait, really?" he asks, not expecting her to be serious. "Sure, why not? Win win." she nods, finishing her beer and setting the empty bottle on the table. "Well, I'll be happy to take you up on that sometime." he weakly smiles, starting to get used to how casually they were discussing such things. "Oh, I know you are." she purrs, letting her shoe drop off her foot and onto the table, showing off her socked foot with a black and white striped pattern on the fabric. "I, uh, well...yeah." he blushes, downing the rest of his soda, eyes locked on her socked foot and shoe. "Gonna smell them in front of me or should I leave the room so you can get caught again?" she taunts, seeing how he was looking at her discarded shoe. "Hey, I never smelled your shoes! Just your socks, alright?" he felt the need to clarify, the empty soda can crunching in his tightening grip. "Pffft. As if there's really a difference, honestly." she chuckled at how defensive he got. "Yeah, there isn't, I suppose. Still." he grumbled, tossing the can on the floor. "And you wonder why my room looks like shit." she growls as he littered on her floor. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I have tossed it in a specific pile?" he teased. "Yeah, fuck you too." she chuckled, turning up the volume on the TV. The two friends watched whatever was on the TV, which was some rerun of a game show. Eric finally felt comfortable once again, though his eyes never strayed far from her feet. "Soooo, you want to?" the cat suddenly asked. "Want to what?" Eric asked in confusion. "Smell my shoes." she clarified, speaking as casually as if they were discussing the weather. "I don't know about that." he replies, feeling hot and flushed from her offer. "Why not? Grow a pair. I wanna see if you'll do it in front of me." she chuckles, standing up and leaning over the couch to grab another beer from the mini-fridge, getting him another soda as well. "I can't." "Sure you can." she smirks, handing him his drink. "It's too embarrassing, alright?" he huffs, taking the can of cola. "I'd leave the room for a few minutes and let you do it alone, but I'm bored and want something to watch." the cat explains, placing the beer against the table, smacking the cap off against the lip of the coffee table. Eric didn't respond, the feline chugging half of the bottle in one go. "I'll even let you use this one. Still fresh." she offers, nodding towards the shoe still on her foot, waving it back in forth. The human whines in a mix of want and reluctance, knowing there was nothing he'd love more than to do just that, but didn't know if he could bring himself to do so. Sammy could only watch him sit there for so long, lost in his thoughts. The cat took his drink from him and placed it on the table. She then tugged the other shoe off of her foot and turned on the couch to face him. "You were just offering to buy me a new pair, right? Is that because you want these? Cause you know how worn and beat up they are?" she teases, holding her skate shoe inches from his face. "I....I..." he droned, staring into the cavernous opening of her shoe, spotting the dark insole stained from years of constant use. Sammy's expression turned to one of mischief and a touch of flirtation. He bit his lip as he caught a faint hint of her scent pouring from her freshly worn shoe. "Talking is done now." she purred, suddenly lurching forward. Eric had no time to react as she closed the short gap, shoving the opening around his nose and face, his nostrils pushed against her insole. The human let out a whimper, suppressing himself from moaning, feeling the warmth of the inside of her shoe against his nose from the heat of her foot. The potent, yet, oddly pleasant scent of her foot filled his nostrils, the stuffy inside of her shoe quite fragrant from their long walk in the hot sun. "Oh fuck." he gasped quietly, muffled around the thick cushioned fabric of her skater shoe. "How's that?" the cat growled, reaching around to support the back of his head, keeping it held in place in case he decided to try and fight it. Eric couldn't reply, giving in to his temptations, taking in a deep breath, smelling her arousing scent that filtered through his nose. The insole was slightly damp with her sweat, the human grinding his nose against it, taking in long, greedy lungfuls of her foot stink. With every breath, he felt his cock growing harder and harder, having to readjust himself, letting his manhood rest along his thigh. "You like smelling these, don't you? Dirty fucking human." she teased, gripping his hair, slowly moving her shoe up and down over his face, looking down at him, his eyes closed in bliss. He could only nod, unable to breath or smell anything except her intoxicating scent and he couldn't be happier. After over two minutes of listening to his nose taking deep sniffs of her shoe, the cat pulled back. Eric's eyes slowly opened, feeling the cool basement air over his face, panting with need. "Enjoy?" she asked with a half smile, tossing her shoe to the ground along with the other one. "Um....yes. Very much." he blushed, feeling his embarrassment start to show once again. "Good. Buy me a new pair and those are all yours." she chuckled. "...thank you. But, why did you do that?" he gulped. "Because I like you, idiot. All you do is stare at girls and I doubt you'll ever actually follow through with asking someone out." she explained, chugging the last of her beer. "So, this is out of pity?" he asked, feeling a bit depressed at her reason. "Oh god, no. I just said I like you. I know how much you're probably fantasizing about the others and how much you want to do something like that. If you need to take the edge off, I don't mind if you do it with me." she shot him a friendly smile, a rare sight. "Really? That's actually really thoughtful, but kinda weird that you would let me do such a thing." he smiled back at her, still feeling kind of guilty about how she's simply allowing him to do this. "Hey, I don't mind experimenting with stuff. This certainly is interesting to say the least." she shrugs. "So you don't mind if I...do some more stuff?" he sheepishly asks. "Like what?" she growls, glaring at him. "Do you want a massage?" he offers hopefully, gazing down at her socked feet. "After that long walk, hell yes." she grins, sitting back against the arm of the couch, slowly lifting her legs in the air, briefly holding them in front of his face to tease him, before plopping them in his lap. Eric looks down, stunned that this was actually happening. "As you wish." he stammers, reaching down, his hands trembling in excitement. The human's fingers brush over the tops of her socked feet, feeling the soft and warm fabric. His hands drifted over her feet, touching and exploring them. "Why don't you lay down on your back." Sammy suggests, smirking at his shaking hands. Nodding, the human did as asked and rolled over on his back, moving his legs beside her, the cat scooting forward. Expecting to simply continue the massage, he was caught off guard when she instead decided to lift her socked feet and press them against his face. The calico's long feet covering the entirety of his face, her toes resting just above his head. Still in a state of surprise, he didn't budge. Instead, he basked in the feeling of her warm, slightly damp socks caressing him, moaning softly as he took in her aroma once again. Though she couldn't see, a dark spot began to appear through his dark denim jeans, his pre soaking through. "Figured I might as well, since you haven't exactly gotten to enjoy them still on my feet." she teased, curling her toes around his nose. "You're too kind." he gasped, audibly snuffling around her socked toes that engulfed his nose. His hands reached up and supported her by the ankle, huffing at her sweaty socks, lightly pecking her sole. Sammy smirked and pulled her feet back, pressing them against his chest. "Can I take these off?" he asked in a breathy tone, tugging at the toes of her socks. "Sure." she nods. Eric slowly peeled off her socks, gradually revealing her bare, furred feet. He could count on one hand the amount of times he's seen his friend barefoot and each time he couldn't keep his eyes off of them. With both hands, he pulled back both her socks at once, each one tugged free off her feet, leaving them naked and bare for him to enjoy. The cat's fur pattern was more consistent on her feet. White, plush fur covered most of her feet, with each toe furred with either a solid orange or black, alternating between them. A solid black pad under every toe, a larger one on the ball of her foot, each toe topped with a blunt ebony claw. "First time getting a good look at them?" she said in a soft tone, wagging her toes in a teasing manner. "Oh yes. I tried my hardest not to get caught staring at them so I couldn't really give them my full attention." he blushes, watching her toes wave in his direction. "If only you did the same with smelling my socks. Then again, this probably wouldn't be happening." she teased, chuckling at how his eyes followed her wiggling digits. "I couldn't more happy with getting caught it seems." he agrees, taking her toes in his hands, sliding his thumb over them. The human blushed and gasped at how soft her fur felt against his skin. Her fur was silky smooth, warm to the touch, noticing that some parts were a bit damper than others, a bit sweaty, but not overly so. He couldn't help but smile while he played with her toes, grasping each one and rocking it back and forth, kneading it between his thumb and finger. Sammy's toe pads were nearly hot to the touch with a pleasing leathery feeling. "Nice?" she asked, never letting someone touch her feet in such a way. "Very. They're beautiful." he smiles, dragging a finger underneath her toes. Eric's hands moved down her foot, digging his thumbs into her pad, rolling them against it, causing Sammy to sigh in pleasure. "Does that feel good?" he chuckled, never hearing her make such a sound. "Mmm, very. Keep going, foot boy." she nods, relaxing on the couch. "Yes, ma'am." he smiles, pressing his palm into her arch, working over her pad with both thumbs. He then moved just under her pad, rolling his thumbs into her foot, steadily moving downwards while still applying the same pressure with his thumbs. Sammy closed her eyes, melting into the couch, moaning quietly at his loving massage. The human soon reached her heel, cupping in his palm, kneading it, while his fingers lightly scratching through the fur of her sole. "Nyah, stop!" she whines, lightly kicking at his hands. "Ticklish?" he grins, fluttering his fingertips over her furry feet. "No! Just easily annoyed!" she corrected, her feet twitching from his ticklish touch, though she never showed signs of laughing. "Aww, I was hoping my tough kitty would have a soft side." he teased, returning to massaging her foot. "Sorry to burst your bubble. Now, shut up and keep going. This actually feels kind of amazing right now." she chuckles, finding his massaging to be surprisingly skilled. Eric nodded and went back to his duties, switching to her other foot. He began the massage the same way he did with her first foot, starting with her toes, gingerly kneading them in his hand. As lost as he was in finally getting to play with her immaculate feet, he soon started to hear something. He looked up to see the cat with her eyes closed, almost appearing to be sleepy, a low rumbling sounding in her throat. "Are you purring?" he whispered, not sure if she was actually sleeping, not wanting to wake her up. The pleasant white noise quickly stopped, her eye snapping open to stare at him. "Shut up." she growled, a faint tinge of red appearing under her white facial fur. "Are you actually blushing right now?" he laughed, never seeing the cat show any sort of self consciousness before. "Shut up!" she barked, both eyes open now, glaring at him with her icy blue eyes. "Aww, don't be mad. What's wrong? The kitty can dish it out, but can't take it?" he taunts, the foot in his hand pulling back and launching forward, kicking him in his sternum. "Dick." she rumbled, knocking the wind out of his lungs, returning her foot to his lap. "Ow. Doesn't change how cute you are though." he coughed, rubbing his chest. "Ugh. Don't call me cute." she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Fine. I'll stop for now, but only cause I want to have more fun with these." he grinned, taking the feline feet back in his hands. After some more careful and pleasant massaging, she was once again purring with her eyes closed. He didn't dare say anything this time, not wanting to anger her and have her pull away his gifts. Wanted to see how far he could go, he inched his way down the couch, her feet moving further up his chest. Sammy soon felt his hot breath from his nose blowing over her toes, fully aware of what he was up to, but was curious what he was planning. Eric continued to pet and caress her perfect feet, massaging them. Before he could back out of his plan, he leaned his head forward and planted a quick kiss on her toes, his face turning crimson the second her felt her silken fur touch his lips. The cat barely reacted from the kiss aside from a brief curling of her toes. Feeling bolder, he firmly pressed his lips over the tops of her toes, pulling away with a wet smack. Again, she didn't say anything. Seeing as she voiced no objections, he kissed over the tops of her feet, switching between forceful kisses and affectionate smooches, the human kissed over every furry inch of her feet. Tilting her feet back, Eric kissed over her soles next after pressing his lips to each of her toepads. The human grumbled quietly as he kissed over the long feet of his friend, licking his lips and kissing over her large black pawpad. With the entirety of her feet given his affection, he moved back to her toes, finding it cute how they moved and wiggled when he kissed over them. Curious, the human pushed his nose between her toes, smelling the fur with a low growl at the pleasant scent. "Having fun?" she asked in a low voice. "Sorry, should I have asked?" he looked up in worry. "No, you're fine. In fact, I was going to ask if you wanted to have some more fun." she teased with a grin. "Oh? And what were you thinking?" he smiled with anticipation. "Hmm, you wanna suck my toes?" she purred, sliding the top of her foot over his hand, lightly dragging her toeclaws down his skin. "Oh god, I'd love to." he growled, goosebumps appearing on his arm from her scratching and teasing. Eric panted in excitement, cupping her heel in his palm, clutching her sole with his other hand as he brought it towards his face. Before he did anything, he looked back up at his friend as if asking one last time for permission. Sammy scoffed at how cautious he was being and nodded with a smile. The human looked back down at her furry toes, lowering his head and sliding her big toe into his mouth. Holding it in his mouth, he slid his tongue over it, lapping over her pad, letting out a long moan as he tasted her. His soft, pink tongue pressed against her toe pad, letting her taste rest on his tastebuds. Eric looked up at her, watching the cat bite her lip at the unusual feeling as he pulled his head back, keeping a firm seal around her toe with his lips, finally letting it fall from his mouth with a wet pop. "As weird as that was, it actually felt nice." she admits, finding the hot warmth surrounding her sore digit very pleasant. "Glad you're liking it as much as me." he smiled, licking over her toe. He slid the same toe back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking it harder, bobbing his head down over it, fellating the furry digits. "Mmm, blow those toes, you little foot slut." she encouraged her friend, waving her toe in his mouth. Eric growled and pulled back, letting it fall from his mouth, before taking the next toe into his mouth at once, passionately sucking his friend's toes. He couldn't help himself, branching out to attend to each of her furry digits, pausing to drag his tongue over their toepads in one long swipe. "You're feet are perfection." he blushes as Sammy fanned her toes apart, helping him focus on sucking one at a time. "I'll take that odd compliment with a thank you." she laughed, feeling his hot saliva soaking into her fur. Eric suckled on each toe, pulling away to slip his tongue between them, licking at the sweaty fur, enjoying the oddly pleasant tang. He then moved her foot up and firmly planted his tongue against her heel, sliding it up towards her toes, moaning when he licked over her leathery pad. "Give it a nice tongue bath." she purred, letting out quiet moans of her own at her friend's obsessive attention to her foot. "God, yes." he groans, no longer trying to quiet his outbursts, fully giving in to his perverted desire of worshipping his feline friend's feet. The human made circles with his tongue over her heel, thoroughly cleaning her lightly musky foot, sucking at the tufts of her fur, sliding his tongue over the gap between her pawpad and toes. Pulling back, he gazed down at her foot, the multicolored fur now slick and matted from his worship, smiling to himself at how sexy they looked coated in his saliva. With the first properly cleaned and worshipped, he gently sat it down on his lap and picked up the other, immediately starting by shoving three of her toes into his mouth, forcing his tongue between each one. "Mmmm, don't stop. This is feeling very good." Sam moans, her freshly worshipped foot sliding up against his inner thigh, causing him to jump in surprise. "Oh fuck, Sam." he mumbled around her toes, her foot coming dangerously close towards his cock threatening to burst from his jeans. Panting, he pulls her toes free, hungrily dragging his tongue over her pad and sole. Sammy moaned from the heated licking of her friend, moving the other higher, pressing her toes down against his clothed length. This elicited a sharp groan from her friend who started to suck on her pawpad, even nibbling on it for good measure. His hand dropped and landed on her other foot, grabbing it and pressing it down against his bulge, rubbing up against it. "Fuck, Sammy." he whines, feeling his heart pound as he looked over at her. "Getting excited? Does licking and sucking my feet turn you on? I can feel how hard you are." she pants, looking into his eyes that were clouded with lust and desire. "I want to fuck them. I want to cum on your feet, Sam." he begs, finally voicing the fantasy he had always had. Her eyes lit up, growling at his deliciously lewd desire. "Yeah? Do you want to pull this cock out and rub it over my furry feet? You want a footjob, Eric?" she purred in a hushed tone, squeezing what she assumed to be the tip of his member with her toes. "Please, Sammy!" he shivers, pulling her other foot down to join the other, rubbing them both over his hidden cock. "Take it out for me. I've actually been wondering how you compare." she growls, moving her feet away. Leaving behind any shame or embarrassment, the human's hands flew to his pants, unzipping them and fumbling with his belt, throwing down his pants just in time for her feet to shoot forward, cradling his cock through his thin boxers. Eric gasped as he felt the heat from her feet through his underwear, her feet and toes kneading against his cock and balls, the fabric surrounding his tip was soaked with his pre, sticking to his skin. "Oh my. Looking good so far." she purrs, feeling how hard and long he was, grabbing at his waistband with her toes. With one quick motion, she yanked down his boxers, the human's erection popping free, standing hard and excited. "Fuck. Guess a human does compare." she chuckled, her eyes wide as she finally saw her friend's manhood, impressed by his girth. His fleshy cock was uncut, thick, and long. The cat stared at it, watching it twitch and bob, thin pre dribbling down his tip, the human's foreskin retracted enough to reveal his cockslit. Eric gripped himself by the base, keeping his member angled towards her feet as she began to drag her sole down over his tip. "Sammy, fuck! I've wanted this since the day I've met you." he groans, leaving a slick trail of his pre down her white furred foot. The feline growled as his hot watery arousal stuck to her pad, gripping him between her furry toes, pinching him under his glans, grinding his crown over her arch. Eric's fingers dug into the couch cushions, raking his nails down over them, his toes curling with pleasure, more of his pre sputtering from his tip, flowing over her toes that clutched him so tightly. Still holding him, Sammy's toes slid down, pulling back his foreskin, fully exposing his pink, throbbing tip. Using the toes of her other foot, she drummed them over his crown, dipping them in the human's essence that bubbled from his urethra. "Fu-fuck. I-I-I don't know how long I can-" "Eric. Shut up. Sit back. And enjoy." she growled, feeling herself getting worked up at the erotic and sensual act she was performing on her best friend. The cat was starting to take in and process all that had happened in such a short time and how quickly things were moving. What started as a lazy afternoon had somehow evolved into her giving her first footjob to her friend, no less. Though she never found herself paying any special attention to her own feet or anyone else's and never saw them in a sexualized light, she was undeniably turned on by all that Eric had done. His massage and passionate worship was something she had never experienced, listening to his moans muffled by her furry toes stuffed into his mouth and the labored breathing of the human only adding to the unusually sexual performance. Grasping his cock, she could feel every twitch, every throb of his fleshy manhood, tracing out the swelling veins with her toeclaws, sliding her toepad over them. For now, she was simply experimenting, only vaguely aware of what a footjob was and unlike him, she hadn't spent hours "studying" videos of them either. Sammy only did what she could tell felt good, judging by his gasps and how his cock reacted, sometimes earning herself a dollop of his pre which was soon coating his cock, allowing every action of hers to go nice and smooth. "You do have a gorgeous cock." she purred, actually feeling herself blush as she cradled him in such a way, knowing that their relationship was soon to evolve after this day, unsure and not caring if they only became fuck buddies or something more serious. "Y-Yeah? You like playing with me?" he gasped, reaching out to hold her foot, keeping it still while he swept his cock over her foot, whining as he shoved himself through the gaps of her toes. "Fucking right." she growls, spreading her toes apart, watching him while he pushed his member between each one, giving him an unexpected pinch every so often, coaxing a whimper from her friend. Eric couldn't tear his eyes from the sight before him, watching her toes dance and twitch, trapping and surrounding his hardened cock. He was soon pressing his shaft over her sole, slapping his tip over her heel. Sammy chuckled at her friend, sandwiching his erection between her soles, her heels resting just above his scrotum, while his tip was once again given attention by her toes that fluttered over his helmet. "You're too good Sammy." he panted, clutching the tops of her feet, squeezing them harder around his cock. "Just doing what I think would feel good." she smiled at the human, having an odd sense of pride with how well she was doing. Before he could respond, the feline slid her feet upwards, holding his tip between her leathery pads, rocking her foot in opposite directions, feeling his cock swell and spit more of his pre, giving her a taste of what was to come when he'd inevitably erupt. Opening his mouth to beg for more, Eric could only mumble incoherently, drunk with lust. Sammy then ground and milked his glans between her pads, soon placing his cock between her arches where she then pushed her feet down towards his testicles, jerking his member. "Fuck! You're a natural. It's so good, Sammy." he whimpered, letting go of her feet, watching them pump over his cock. "Not too hard to get a cock off. Just takes some teasing first and then a good, thorough jerking. Maybe even a sucking sometimes too." she teased, staring into his eyes with a lustful gaze. "I'd love that so much." he squealed, only able to imagine how amazing her mouth must feel with how perfect she could make him feel with just her feet. "Another time. For now, you're not allowed to leave this basement until you've shot all that pent up human cum all over these feet." she hisses, pressing his cock through her warm arches, slick from his saliva. "Oh god. I'm going to cum on these feet." he panted, feeling a surge pulse through his cock just from saying the dirty words of his deepest desire. "Only after you fuck them first." she sneered, jerking his fat member with her soles, turning her foot, letting his cock rest on her sole, kneading over his shaft and balls with her toes. Eric howled and curled his toes, kicking his heels over the couch, squirming and shaking as the sinfully soft feet worked him over. "Yes!" he barked, rolling off of the couch, grabbing her ankles and yanking her down the couch. "Hey!" she yelped, her friend dropping her feet on the edge of the couch, holding them side by side. Eric held them tightly, pressing his trembling cock through the gap in her arches, pumping his hips, fucking them the way he would a fertile bitch in heat. "There you go! Fuck them! Fuck them hard, Eric!" she snarled, feeling that she was losing control of the situation, her friend now in a state of passionate aggression. Letting out huffs and outcries of pleasure, the human thrust harder between her arches, his balls slapping over her heels, Sammy watching as he managed to shoot his pre over the tops of her feet. "Cum, you little bitch." she growled, meeting each of his thrusts with ones of her own, shoving her soles forward. Unable to take it any longer, giving in to every perverted and lewd thing that spilled from the feline's lips, the human pulled himself back, taking his cock and stroking it, his hand becoming a blur as he finally allowed himself to fall into the warm, clutching embrace of a mind-splitting orgasm. Only able to gargle and snarl, too lost in the erotic haze that fogged in his mind, the human's hand abruptly stopped it's pumping. In the brief pause, his cock swelled, releasing a powerful jet of his ejaculate which splashed over her sole, directly hitting her pawpad, coating the black leather in his sperm. After another pump of his hand, thrusting into his fist, another thick cumshot was released, landing over her toes, some missing its mark and landing on her ankles. "Don't stop, Eric! Cum for me!" she gasped, shocked at her friend that dumped his pent up load over the objects of his desire. With one more parting shot that splattered over her arch and heel, he aimed at the now unsoiled foot, still clean from his tongue. The human's cock trickled before lashing her untainted foot with another thick ribbon of his thick semen, landing diagonally over her foot, spanning from her heel to her toes. His balls churning and nearly empty, the last of his cum was milked from his hard erection, earning the cat two more drawn out bursts of his seed. "Good boy. Fuck, that feels good. So thick and sticky." she purred, clenching her toes and smooshing them in his cum, feeling it soak into her fur, his ejaculate highlighted on the darker fur of her toes. Eric was left a panting mess, letting go of his cock which hung in the air, cum dripping from his tip, his hands clutching onto the couch air to keep himself supported. His eyes drifted up to take in the appearence of her messy feet that were utterly drenched in his load. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." she teases, wiggling her sticky toes at him. Eric did just that and pulled out his phone, taking not only a picture, but a video of her feet playing his fresh cum, streaks of it running down her soles, dripping off her heels. After giving him a little show by squirming and flicking her toes and scrunching her soles for him, did he put his phone away. Now drained in more ways than one, he collapsed face first on the couch, landing beside her. "How was that? Did that feel good to jerk off that sexy cock all over my feet?" she purrs, keeping her feet propped up, throwing an arm around his neck to pull him against her side, petting his head. "That was incredible. I loved every second. Thank you so much, Sammy." he huffed, feeling lightheaded and dizzy, flipping to face her, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. "Mmmm, I'm glad. You're free to enjoy those anytime you want." she smiles, cupping his chin and lifting his face up, staring down at his flush face. "I think I'd like to play with more than those." he smiled back, surprising her with a kiss on the lips. "Oh really? And what do you want to do?" she faintly blushed, freezing, before she returned his gentle kiss. "Hmm, I'd like to maybe massage these long legs of yours. Maybe kiss and lick up them too. Even bite them a bit, before spreading them open and going down on you." he growled, wanting to test their newfound relationship. The front door to her house opened, a twin set of footsteps thumping on the floor above them, knocking down a fine cloud of dust from the floorboards. A knock was then heard on the basement door, before it opened. "Hey Sammy!" the father greeted. "Hey Dad! Eric is staying over. Is that okay?" she asked, clutching the exhausted human at her side. "Sure! Just the music down this time, alright?" "Certainly." she grinned, hearing the door close and latch. "Guess we'll have to be a bit quieter then. I should warn you, that I can get a bit loud." she purred, kissing his cheek. "Then I guess your dad is going to be complaining about the loud music again." he grins. ---