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?[b][u][center]Fine Felines at the Bar

For Jagger8090

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

After his session with Levi, Billy knew that he needed some time to calm down. It was getting harder and harder to think of anything besides playing with the feet of the anthros all around him, and while there were some of them that had shoes, even the late-night walkers were mostly bare-pawed. He blushed to himself, trying not to think of what it would be like to be under them as he made his way down the sidewalk.

It only got harder as he saw a patrol of police-anthros making their way down, seeing those same foot coverings that Levi and Tidus had been using. They'd be nice and clean as soon as they came out, and he imagined that they would feel –

The human groaned, rubbing his head as he walked by the two panthers on duty. They looked at him as he passed, but shrugged and kept moving, not asking him anything. At least he didn't have to explain himself.

[i]I should go somewhere. Just go to a bar or something, relax,[/i] he thought. [i]That usually worked out in the country.[/i]

He just hoped that they had some gentle drinks as well as strong ones. The last thing he needed was to get drunk and stupid.

The human kept walking, and eventually, Billy found his way to a place called the Tootin' Horn. It had a bunch of musical notes in neon lights above the door, and as far as he could tell, it looked like some sort of jazz club. Not his favorite sort of music, but definitely one that would drown out a lot of his thoughts. He stepped inside.

There was a good band playing at the far end of the room, a mix of humans and anthros that were improv-ing their music with each other and doing a pretty good job of it. He was tapping his foot to the sound, shaking his head as he walked up to the bar.

“Hey," he said, catching the attention of the tabby cat on the other side. “Beer, please?"

“Coming right up."

Billy nodded in thanks, sliding around and looking back at the club. There were a series of long tables that filled up the main part of the room, each one covered with a thick tablecloth, hiding the feet of the anthros just beneath them. He was glad of that much. At least it gave him something of a –

“Hey, hey Billy!"

That voice. He turned with his eyes widening in surprise, only to see a friendly face that he hadn't seen since coming to the city. He laughed, jumping down from his stool and running over.

“Eugene!"

He laughed as he embraced the other human, almost lifting him off his feet for a moment before putting him back down. The press of jeans on jeans made a soft rasp in the air as he laughed again, shaking his head.

“What brings you to the city? I thought you were never leaving the countryside."

“Well, after you came out here, thought I'd see what it was like. It's…busy, isn't it?"

“Yeah, really, really busy."

He shook his head, gesturing at the bar.

“Come on. Let's take a seat. Tell me what's been going on back at home? And why you're here."

They sat down just at the moment the tabby came back with his beer. Billy cracked it open, forcing himself to focus entirely on Eugene for the moment. It was better than focusing on the thought of all the anthros around him and where his fetish thoughts wanted to go right there and then.

Unfortunately, once he got over the fact that Eugene was here, he wasn't getting much to focus on. The stuff back at home was the same that it had always been, and he had already started to get used to the feeling of everything changing, new stuff coming in all the time that the city had. It was hard to think of anything else as quite as interesting, and he was almost bored as Eugene related all the goings-on of their different friends and acquaintances.

With his eyes starting to wander around the room, Billy started to feel his thoughts drifting. He almost drifted off completely when he saw Tidus again.

He almost spat out his beer at the sight of the tiger across the way, and if it wasn't for the fact that Eugene was right in the firing zone, he felt like he might have lost control entirely. His cheeks burned as the tiger took notice of him, and he rubbed the back of his head as he sat the beer back down on the bar.

Eugene noticed, too, and he leaned over.

“Hey, you okay?"

“Uh, yeah, just, uh, saw someone that I recognized."

“Really? Who?"

“That tiger over there. The one at the edge of the room," he said, nodding over there.

Eugene took a quick look, blinked, and looked back.

“Why do you know him?"

“Uh, I was talking with him earlier today. He's a cop. Nice guy, too."

“You, uh, made friends with an anthro? That's the first thing you did?"

“Well, uh, technically two…"

“…"

“They're not bad here, you know. The guys back at home don't know what they're talking about. They're not beasts that you gotta keep an eye on, you know. And everyone here's been real friendly."

“I dunno. Still feels a little weird."

“Well, how about I introduce you later? Let you figure out how you feel after meeting one for real?"

“I –"

“Heeeeeeey, cutie."

That was a new voice, and it was followed by a new person. A tabby cat female, in this case, one that was carrying a bottle of beer in one hand and her purse in another. She was definitely drunk, from the way that she was wobbling, and he wasn't sure if it was beer goggles or genuine interest that led her over to Eugene.

His friend was sputtering, trying to make excuses and pull away, but it was a bit too late for that. The feline had her hands all over him, rubbing his shoulders and feeling his arms. He could hear the purring over the music, even, and it was clear that she wanted his company. Billy chuckled, shaking his head.

“Might as well go with it, Eugene. She's not gonna let go, it looks like."

“Come on, help me out here."

“Uh, no. I think you need it as much as I need this beer."

“But – hey!"

He was yanked right off the stool and pulled towards the back rooms of the club. Billy chuckled, shaking his head as the cat's tail disappeared behind his friend, pulling them both out of sight.

It was still kinda funny to think of the anthros as good people, what with all the stuff that he had learned back at home about them, but it was good. It was good to see them as normal people instead of just animals. He hoped that Eugene would get a chance to see that himself.

But now…

He looked at Tidus again. The tiger smiled at him, looked back and forth, then curled his finger, almost like a gesture of summoning him over. Billy hesitated, then took another drink before following the 'order' from the cop.

The tiger smiled at him as he approached, the music keeping them from talking until Billy took a seat at the table. Then, and only then, did the SWAT officer lean forward and pat him on the arm.

“Heh, I didn't expect to see you out and about this late at night. What brings you to the club?"

“Some stuff with Levi."

“Heh, was he pushing you a bit to hard? Or would it be better to say that he 'pumped' you a bit?"

He blushed, and it wasn't helped as the feline's paw was slowly creeping up the side of his leg. Billy didn't even dare take a sip of his beer, all things considered. He was pretty sure he'd end up doing a proper spit-take this time, probably soaking the table and his officer friend in the same motion.

“Uh, you, uh, could say something like that."

“Heh. Knew it. The guy's a bit of a soft touch, but he knows the sort of things that people like."

That paw kept climbing, and the soft touches of toes along the side of his leg, the little reminder that the claws were out and present with tiny little scratches, were sending little thrills up and down his spine. His cock was starting to stiffen again in his pants, and he wasn't sure that he could keep a straight face, despite the fact that they were in public.

He was shuffling from side to side in his chair, trying to clear his throat and his head as the toes reached up to his inner thigh.

“Yeah, um…he can…he knows how to get me – I mean, how to go hard."

“Not as hard as I do."

Tidus chuckled.

“I know how to push hard. I know when to go light…and when to really grind something under my heel."

The tiger's toes had reached the human's crotch at that point, nudging at his balls with just enough pressure to keep Billy from being able to think about anything else. He was groaning under his breath, puffing and huffing to try and keep his focus on the moment at hand. He was half-sure that he was going to break the bottle of beer, too, considering that the thing was getting colder and colder in his tightening grip.

“What's the matter, Billy? Getting a little hot under the collar? Or are you just sweating when you feel the pressure?"

A climbing pressure, at this point, rubbing right up against his crotch. The toes were spreading, too, fanning out around the sides of his bulge and rubbing against the sides of his cock through his pants. He was close to whimpering, the feeling of domination making it hard to think of anything, anything at all.

And then…

It stopped.

He almost collapsed against the table as he forced himself to breathe normally. His eyes focused again on the tiger, who looked entirely too smug and pleased with himself.

“Mmmph…what was that for?" Billy muttered. “I swear, you were going to…"

“Make you squirt a little cream?" Tidus asked.

“Yeah…why? Why here?"

“Oh, just a little fun…And…well, yeah. That was a bit much, I guess."

The tiger sighed, rubbing the back of his head. That paw slipped down and away, much to Billy's relief, but the pressure and the need of his boner was still very present. He rubbed it a little, trying to adjust himself so that it wasn't quite so attention grabbing. He doubted that it had been very successful, really.

Tidus sighed.

“Sorry. I should have let you get comfortable, first."

“Its…it's okay. What was that about?"

“It's just part of who I am."

“What do you mean?"

“…You got a minute?"

Billy looked back at the back rooms. No sign of Eugene just yet, and he imagined that his friend would be busy for a good few minutes before he could come back.

“I think we have a few."

“Well, here's the short version. I was part of a low-income neighborhood, growing up. Nothing bad, but nothing great, either. And…well, things weren't always good between humans and anthros. There were a lot of humans that would like to go cruising through the neighborhood, throwing things and reminding everyone that we were…well, not human.

“Now, lots of protections in the way of that kind of thing these days, but it's still hard to forget that. And sometimes, when I see a human that…"

“You hate them?" Billy asked.

“No, no, not hate, but…Heh. It's kinda like…I have the power now. It's hard not to use it, sometimes, even when it's pretty innocent."

He could sort of understand that. It wasn't the same as becoming an out and out bully, but it was getting close to it if the tiger didn't do a lot to keep an eye on himself. He could quite easily start using his power in an abusive way rather than a teasing one.

Billy had to admit, it was pretty cool that Tidus understood where his own biases were, and that he even went so far as to apologize for going through with them. Most people back home would never have done anything like that.

He reached out and took the tiger's hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Thanks for being honest. I…didn't really mind, it was just…"

“Sudden?"

“Very."

“Heh, well, that's part of being SWAT. We act before we think, sometimes."

“Well, as long as it's sometimes, instead of all the time."

“Oh, trust me. If we did it all the time, we'd have been disbanded long ago."

“Heh, guess you would have."

“So…who was the guy that you picked up and hugged? Some old lover or something?"

“Wha – oh god, no. No, no, nothing like that." Billy shook his head. “He's just a friend from back home. Someone that I hadn't seen in a long time."

“Heh, I get that. You guys close?"

“A bit. Not as much as we could be."

“Well, he's coming back now."

Tidus pointed over his shoulder, and Billy turned to take a look. Yep, Eugene was making his way across the room, a little wobble in his step and with his blond hair already strewn all over the place. He stumbled over and flopped down in a chair, swaying back and forth a few times before finally shaking his head.

“…Okay…Cat females…Not doing that again."

“What happened?" Billy asked.

“Uh, well…she, uh…she was…pretty amorous…"

“Heh, what did she want?" Tidus asked.

“Let's…let's just say she was…" Eugene blushed. “She was hoping for…" His voice rose to a squeak. “Kittens."

Billy blushed for the sake of his friend, but Tidus completely lost it, the tiger throwing his head back and hugging his hands around his middle as he laughed his head off. It was pretty funny, but he knew how things went for Eugene.

The poor guy had always been a bit on the shy side back at home, so isolated that there were some people that had thought he had a disability or something. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, but he never got along well in social situations. He needed someone around that could anchor him, and most of the time, there wasn't anybody willing to do that.

[i]Maybe I should have helped…[/i]

Then again, if the cat hadn't been able to get Eugene, she probably would have gone for him as the other 'cutie' human at the bar. And if that had happened, he'd probably still be back there and probably redder than Eugene was.

He patted his friend on the back a couple of times, helping him to calm down as best he could while Tidus finally pulled himself back from laughing his head off.

“Sorry. I didn't…I didn't mean to lose it there, but that was…heh…"

“Why is my misfortune so funny?"

“It just is. Sorry. I know how female cats can be. They're just eager as all hell once they find something they want, and they're so pushy that most other males don't know how to handle them. I sympathize, though, really. It's not an easy thing to deal with, and I know how hard that must have been."

“…Thank you," Eugene said, still trying to pull his hair back in order.

“Anyway, um," Billy gestured at the tiger. “This is Tidus, one of the SWAT officers for the city. Really good guy, really friendly…bad sense of humor, though."

“Hey, you were trying not to laugh."

“And I succeeded, at least," Billy pointed out.

“Fair point. But yeah, I'm Tidus, and you're…"

Eugene looked down at the offered hand for a moment, needing Billy to give him a bit of a nudge before he was able to reach out and take it. He shook slowly.

“Eugene."

“Well, nice to meet you. Me and Billy have been getting reacquainted. He's very good under pressure, did you know that?"

“Oh?"

“We, uh, don't need to talk about that," Billy said.

“Oh? Doesn't he know how good you are when the heat's on?"

“No, he doesn't know anything."

The tiger looked at him with just enough of a smirk to make the human wonder if he was going to push things, but before the situation could devolve any further, something changed.

The door opened to the club, and all three of them turned to see what was going on. A bunch of other felines stepped through, none of which were familiar to Billy, but Tidus groaned when he laid eyes on one of them. A Eurasian lynx, one that was a bit on the thicker side, muscled and powerful, and wearing a tight set of clothing that hugged him in the hips and crotch more than it should have.

“Great. Vance," Tidus muttered. “Okay, um…you guys are probably gonna want to find somewhere to hide."

“Why?" Billy asked.

“He's a more extreme version of us," Tidus said. “Trust me, you want to be out of sight."

More extreme. He thought back to their first meeting, how there had almost been a hunting sort of vibe between Tidus and Levi once they realized the sort of things that he enjoyed. They had pushed him, nudged him, gotten him to admit the kind of things that he liked before they indulged him in it. They'd hunted it out of him for the sort of fun that they had all enjoyed together.

And that had been great, but it was more than he wanted to try for someone else. Getting up would probably attract attention, too.

“Under the table?" Billy suggested.

“Yeah," Eugene agreed. “Somewhere dark and quiet."

They moved quickly, sliding beneath the tablecloth and sitting on either side of Tidus's legs. They were as quiet as could be, waiting to see what would happen.

Just as expected, the other feline sat down almost right where they had been. There was a voice that was halfway between a purr and a growl that followed.

“Tidus, how good to see you again," the big lynx said.

“And you, Vance. How goes the martial arts game?"

“Still at the top. I have a bout scheduled for later this week, so I'm looking for something to keep me relaxed until then."

“There's quite a few ways to do that, but something tells me that you didn't come here looking for a drink."

“No. I was thinking that you, my old friend, might know someone that would be skilled at easing…tension."

Billy blushed as he heard that voice, wondering what it might be like to be under someone that talked like that. It was almost enough to tempt him to take a chance with those paws that had slid under the table.

Unlike Tidus's feet, those paws were broader, thicker, though a bit shorter than the tiger's were. They were topped with thick toes and very, very long claws, two inches long and threateningly curved. They looked like they could probably rip a chunk right out of the floor if the lynx decided to go for it.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he wondered what it would be like to be conquered by those paws.

His fingers were sliding down without him noticing, and he was jolted out of it as he felt the fur beneath his fingers. He turned his head to the side, seeing that he was running his fingers between Tidus's toes, rubbing along the sides and then along the top of the paw. He blushed, looking up –

Eugene had already seen him start doing that. His friend arched an eyebrow, mouthing the question, 'What are you doing?' Billy…

He pointed at the paws, and then mimed as if they had been pressed over his face. He then pointed at his watch and waved a circle around it, gesturing out that it had happened a while back.

It was hard to know what someone else would think about one's fetish until you told them, but Eugene just stared at him, his jaw dropped and his eyes wide. He shook his head slowly, and then gestured at the tiger's feet.

“You have a paw fetish?" he mouthed.

“Maybe…a little," he mouthed back.

“Oh…my…god…"

It was embarrassing to admit, but what was he supposed to do? Come up with some convoluted lie?

The conversation was continuing to go on above the table, but Billy was having a hard time thinking about that sort of thing. His attention kept going back to the paws at his side, and the urge to do something with them kept rising. He wanted to play with them again, wanted to feel them against his body.

At least under the table there was no chance of someone else seeing them. He could lie down, even, press them against his face and his body. They'd be completely safe, and he…and Tidus, probably…could relax knowing that they were completely out of sight.

The temptation kept growing and growing, just like the erection in his pants. He wanted to give it a try, and the fact that Eugene would see him doing just that…

It no longer mattered. He lowered himself to the ground, lifting the tiger's paws and letting them rest on him. One laid on his belly, the other right over his face.

[i]Sorry, Tidus, I hope that this isn't too distracting.[/i]

The apology barely passed through his head before he was completely focused on the paws in front of him. The thick toes were curling along his cheek and into his stomach, almost like Tidus was making sure of what was under him. He felt them slide a bit, rubbing towards his forehead, and then down to his neck, and then back up to his mouth. The other foot rubbed along his belly, forward and back, one toe constantly dipping into the belly button when it passed over it.

It was…enticing, shiver-inducing, and he was probably enjoying it more than he should have. A little gasp of pleasure escaped him, but the sound was cut off by a large tiger toe slipping past his lips, rubbing along his tongue and keeping it pinned in place.

The foot was rather unscented, to his surprise and delight. There was almost nothing left of the scent of the day, probably washed off before the tiger had gone out for the night. He shivered, tonguing the underside of the toe as he did his best to avoid making any further sounds. He knew that they were all on thin ice as it was, and he didn't want to make it worse for any of them.

He could feel Eugene staring at him as he nuzzled against the foot on his face, lifting his hands to rub and massage at the sides and bottom of it the best he could. Every time that he did, he felt the tiger shift, the muscles easing, the paw starting to relax.

The other one, of course, was pressing down on his belly, reminding him where he was, keeping him informed of his under-paw status. He was loving it, too, shifting his weight from time to time to allow for the paw to press down a bit more firmly.

And it was moving, too, sliding down towards the waistband of his pants, then up towards his chest. Little by little, the toes were pulling his shirt out of place, and he didn't do anything to stop them.

There was still a conversation going on overhead, but he could barely focus on it. He heard other things, like 'footstool' and 'stress relief' coming from this Vance, but it sounded more like he was talking about furniture and other things like that than people. Billy groaned, focusing his attention more on the paws on his body than anything else.

“Billy…Billy!"

Eugene. Eugene was hissing at him, trying to ruin the fun of the moment. He groaned, shaking his head, making the paw slide this way and that over his face.

“Come on, this isn't…you…I don't care how fun that looks, you have to get out from under there!"

“It's more fun than it looks," Billy whispered back. “And if you aren't careful, you're going to get someone else's attention."

“Seriously, we gotta – come on!"

Eugene tried to pull him free, but his friend didn't have a good enough grip to pull it off. Instead, he went sliding backwards, bumping right into the Eurasian lynx's legs.

And just like that, the other human was pinned. Two quick moves, one sweeping the human to the side and to the ground, and the other pinning his head under one foot. Billy winced, but also couldn't help but feel a slight sense of envy for how that might feel. He blushed, not wanting to start thinking that way when he was getting plenty of fun from Tidus, but at the same time, he wondered…

Those long, thick claws curled over Eugene's face, and the tablecloth lifted just enough for Vance to look down. The lynx's cheeks turned up in a slow smirk.

“Why, look what we have under here…Tidus, you were keeping something from me, it looks like."

“It's not like you needed both of them."

“No, but if you have one already so willing, then the other may be taught."

Those toes curled all the tighter around Eugene's face, his friend huffing and puffing in nervous anticipation of what they might do. Billy mouthed at him.

“It'll be okay. Just relax. Just go with it."

“How do you just go with it?" Eugene mouthed back.

“Just let him do what he wants. Trust me. It's better than you think."

He was going to try and say something else when the tablecloth went back down and Tidus's toes finally reached his waistband again. The tiger slid them under, fiddling around until the toes were wrapped around his shaft. The mix of pads and fur rubbing against the head of his cock was almost enough to make him blow right there and then.

And as for Eugene…

Well, Vance had already tugged him over to his side of the table, rubbing those large, thick paws over his face and along his chest. Scratches were already starting to appear in his friend's t-shirt, tears and rips that were slowly getting wider and wider as those paws kept wandering over him.

“I think I would like to train this one…if he is amenable," Vance said over the table.

“That's up to him, but he was very nervous before you came here."

“Oh, I think he just needs a firm hand. Sometimes, nerves will settle when they know there is someone more confident in charge."

“And sometimes that fucks them up," Tidus added.

“Well, we can find out which it is as time goes on."

“You aren't in the north anymore, Vance. There isn't slavery here."

“No, but there is…employment, yes? I think that we can find an accommodation."

It was a strange thing to hear. Definitely not something that he would have come across in the country, and something that didn't make a lot of sense. Were there places where anthros were completely in charge, then? Were there places where the countryside people were right, and they needed to be –

“Mmmph…"

He let his thoughts die as that fluffy foot rubbed up and down the top half of his cock, grinding along the head of the shaft and teasing him again and again. His face was fully smothered under-paw again, and he swore that the tiger was tugging his dick, milking him with some sort of strange intent.

Up and down, up and down it went, grinding along and making him shiver from how strong the pleasure was. He whimpered, arching his back and sucking a second toe into his mouth to keep his moans quiet.

Every so often, he could hear a whimper from the other side of the table. He didn't know how Eugene was dealing with his new experiences, but he imagined that his friend was doing his best to adjust.

[i]Maybe…maybe it will help, having that iron will over him,[/i] he thought. [i]It might make him feel less worried when someone else is looking after him…maybe?[/i]

He didn't know. He was so focused on the slow glide of that paw on his cock, the way that it was teasing him, grinding his shaft into his stomach and pulling his pleasure higher and higher. The need to cum was getting so strong, and he honestly didn't know how much longer he had it in him to resist. He whimpered, his toes curling in his boots.

The paw on his face shifted a bit, and he could see that Eugene was completely pinned beneath one large footpaw, his face covered up completely, his crotch exposed. The sharp claws were wrapped delicately around his dick, barely avoiding pricking it, the danger points probably leaving his friend on the verge of fainting, if he hadn't already.

He almost envied –

“Mmph…mmph…mmmph!"

Billy moaned as quietly as he could as he came, squirting his seed all over the paw down between his legs. He felt the toes clenching around him, felt the sudden tug and twist that was stronger than he expected, pulling his shaft to cum more and more and more. The human shivered, panting, shaking.

Then the toes were pulled away, and he saw one foot gesturing down to the other. He looked to the one that was soaked in his seed, and slowly moved to lay his head beneath it.

If he was going to do this right, he had a fair bit of cleaning still to do.

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