Hoof Lover
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
Commissioned by Tenko_Guren during a stream a while back, going with the idea of a hoof fetish rather than a foot fetish, and a bit of transformation along with it.
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[b][u][center]Hoof Lover
For Tenko
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
“You’re kidding me.”
“Son, do you think I’d kid about something like this?”
“Well, no, but…”
Tenko blushed, looking away from the stranger on the other side of the booth. The young man’s hair flipped over his face in the process, giving him a bit of cover for the blush that burned on his cheeks.
[i]It isn’t really possible…is it?[/i]
Despite the long conversation about their mutual ‘likes’ of hooved mythical creatures, Tenko doubted the stranger’s claims about knowing some of them. After all, magic and such had died out centuries ago, and those creatures that were reliant on it, like dragons, centaurs, satyrs, and other things, had gone with it. There was no way that there was still something like that around…even if he wanted there to be.
The stranger chuckled as he leaned forward, grabbing Tenko by the arm. Good timing, too; he had been about to get up and leave.
“What if I could give you proof, huh? What would you think then?”
“Well…I guess…”
“Good. Now, why don’t you take a look down?”
“Wha –”
He barely got the word out before the stranger shoved his leg into view, pulling up the long, baggy leggings until…
“Oh…my…god…”
“Heh, told you I had proof.”
Tenko couldn’t look away. It was impossible, yet, at the end of the stranger’s black-haired leg, there was a hoof instead of a foot. The end of it was blackened, yet smooth looking, and it seemed to shimmer in the light of the little tavern. He stared even as it was pulled back under the table, his eyes locked on where it must have been.
It took the stranger snapping his fingers a couple of times for him to snap out of it and finally look up.
“How…”
“I told you. I know a few people, and it doesn’t hurt that I’m one of them.”
The stranger chuckled again, reaching into his pocket.
“And I could show you a little more of them, you know…if you don’t mind paying a bit of a cost.”
“I don’t have much –”
“Don’t worry. I ain’t asking you for money.”
“Then what…what are you asking for?”
“Just a few favors…Think you’d be willing to do a few little things for me, if you got the chance to meet some really, really fun guys?”
“…”
“Heh, come on, tell me.”
“I, um…”
“Yeeeees?”
“I…I will…”
“Good.”
The stranger – who continued to be completely covered by a hood – pulled his hand out of his pocket. He held a pan-pipe, of all things, and quickly started playing it. As soon as the notes filled the air, Tenko shot straight up, sitting in perfect posture as the music slipped into his head.
It was a soft melody, something at once energetic and relaxing, like the winds of springtime rushing through his mind. He smiled, feeling a slowly creeping sensation of warm bliss running through his body. His muscles relaxed, and his worries and nerves started to fade away. Even his blush didn’t burn quite so hot anymore.
Somehow, the pan-pipe kept playing even as the stranger set it down on the table. The lilting notes of the flute continued to fill his ears as the stranger leaned forward, smiling.
“That’s it. Just let the music fill your head. Isn’t that feeling better? Isn’t that so much more relaxing than those worrying thoughts that were in there before?”
Tenko nodded, unable to do much more than that with all the music in his head. There wasn’t room for thoughts, wasn’t room for anything else in there. It was all about the music, all about the relaxation.
“That’s a good boy.”
The stranger leaned back in the booth, and the human felt that hoof pressing against his thigh, the strange coolness of it mixing with the hard smoothness, and leaving him blushing as his mind was filled with a hundred brief fantasies. Somehow, the music seemed to encourage them, pushing him to get harder, more eager. It didn’t take long for his pants to swell, for his crotch to feel so tight around his need.
The hoof pressed down on him, the hardness grinding against his rigidity, nudging it, pushing it around in his pants.
“That’s it. We both know what you like…we both like the same things, after all. Hooves are so very different, so very unique. In fact, you want to lick and worship at hooves, didn’t you say?”
He hesitated for no more than a second before nodding slightly. He had already confessed that, after all; it had been part of their conversation, part of their discussion before that revelation. The stranger nodded, pulling his other leg out from under the table, laying it out before him.
Tenko stared at the exposed black hoof, the edge of it so perfectly rounded, so wonderfully shaped. It looked as though someone had taken midnight and grafted it to the end of someone’s leg, giving it a sense of beauty and wonder.
“It’s so easy to lean in, to give a hoof the worship that it needs, so easy to enjoy giving that service.”
And so it was, to Tenko’s shock. Even as he leaned in, he couldn’t believe that he was doing this in a public place, in a restaurant, no less, where people could see him, could mock him for what he was doing…
And yet, no one did. He heard nothing but the music as he dragged his cheek along the edge of the rounded hoof, feeling the curve against his chin, feeling it come to a bit of a blunted point at the tip before coming down and around the other side. It was so hard, yet at the same time, so gentle as the stranger ground it against his face, nudging him back with it until he was pinned down against the table.
“Where you belong, isn’t it? Doesn’t it feel right, to be under another’s hoof?”
“Yes…”
He smiled, feeling his own bulge getting so much bigger, so much more sensitive as he thought about it. It was right to be here, to serve someone like this. The music made it so much clearer, making his mind so empty and so easy to be filled.
The hoof at his crotch shifted, running down his legs until it pressed against his shoes. It was hard enough to make it a little uncomfortable, but he didn’t shift as it pushed down on his toes, on his shoes.
“These aren’t right, are they? You know what you really need, what you should have down here.”
“Hooves…”
“Yes. Do you want them?”
“Yessssss…”
“Listen to the music, good boy. Listen to the music, and let it happen.”
Tenko turned his head, putting his attention solely on the pipes and their music, listening as it filled the air, and filled his mind. He stared at it as he felt his shoes get tighter and tighter, feeling similar to the tightness after a long run, when his feet felt like they were swollen and hot and too big for his shoes.
The feeling got stronger and stronger with each passing second, and he groaned under his breath as his shoes started cutting into his feet. He heard something faint, something different. A ripping? He didn’t know; it wasn’t part of the music, so it didn’t matter. Tenko forced his attention back to the pipes, back to the music, back to the –
RIPPPPP.
The sound was too loud to ignore this time, particularly with the wonderful relief that came with it. He tried to wiggle his toes in their newfound freedom, but something stopped it. They didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to do anything, for that matter.
The music played on and on, filling his mind with more and more images of hooved creatures. Minotaurs, centaurs, satyrs; all those old creatures of myth, all so powerful, all without those to tend to them and care for their hooves.
[i]Until now…[/i]
He blushed as he realized what he could do, what he wanted to do. He just hoped that –
Suddenly, the music stopped. Tenko groaned, sitting up again and rubbing his head as the pipes were put away. The stranger looked at him with a smile, standing up and offering his hand.
“I promised you a chance to see more of my kind. Are you ready to go?”
“I…”
“Of course, they will need some persuading, but a little bit of ‘respect’ should do fine for that.”
“Respect?”
The stranger lifted a leg – no longer hidden by pants, he noticed – and wiggled a hoof from side to side. Tenko blushed slightly at the implications, but his own pants tightened all the harder as a result. He nodded, and stood up.
Immediately, he heard the click-click of a pair of hooves hitting the floor, and looked around. There was no sign of anyone else…indeed, there was no one else moving. Nobody looked at them, nobody seemed bothered by the hooved creature standing in their midst.
There was something strange about that, but Tenko couldn’t figure out what it was.
He took another step, another clip-clop, and looked down.
“Oh…I…”
He couldn’t finish the sentence, only staring at the pair of hooves that he had at the end of his legs. Just seeing them was enough to make his pants go tight again, and he blushed as he squatted down, running his fingers over them. They couldn’t be real…
Yet, they were. Even as he touched them, he could feel the same hardness, the same rigidity that had graced his face as he’d examined the stranger’s hooves. They were real. They were solid.
[i]He gave me a gift…[/i]
Grinning giddily, Tenko stood up, following the stranger to a glowing door at the end of the tavern. No one else followed them, or even noticed them. The door opened, spilling golden light onto the floor, and shut behind them. Tenko didn’t notice the way that it disappeared, that the new world seemed to swallow the door and leave him without a way home.
No, instead, he was entirely focused on the magical creatures before him, and what he could do for them.
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]