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[b][u][center]Ghost in the Feet

For Anonymous

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

It had taken some serious effort to get Kristian to try going out with him, Chris thought, and so far, his new boyfriend was far from appreciative of that effort. Sure, they’d been out on a few dates and done the ‘dirty deed’, so to speak, but so far, Kristian hadn’t given him any of the same affection that the emo had given his old girlfriend.

Then again, Emily had been more demanding than he was, he supposed. Clingy bitch, in Chris’s opinion, and one that had gotten in the way of more than one of his plans. If she’d been attached to some other guy, he probably wouldn’t have cared, but with Kristian involved…

Well, she had been easy enough to kill, when it came down to it.

Chris smiled as he remembered the whole thing. Kristian still thought that the possessive bitch had just left town, having dumped him for someone else. The dark-haired emo still didn’t know that he’d been part of the whole process, killing his girlfriend at the end of Chris’s plan with no more awareness of a man stomping on an ant as they walked through the park.

That was, after all, more or less how it had gone. Chris had a few magical abilities, a few bits of arcane knowledge, and part of that involved the skill of draining one of size. A sneaky little dose dropped in one of Emily’s drinks, and she’d shrunk down to the size of a cockroach during the neighborhood Christmas party. After that, all he’d had to do was tie her to the bottom of Kristian’s shoe, wait until they left, and -

SPLAT.

Chris chuckled, remembering that satisfying squish that only he had been sober enough to hear. Washing her body off of the bottom of his new boyfriend’s shoe and foot had gotten rid of all the evidence, and now, he had Kristian all to himself.

His smile faded as he looked to his side, down at the dark-haired man in bed with him. It wasn’t as good as he had hoped, he had to admit. The emo wasn’t just pulling off the look, but had been more emotionally reserved than he had expected. Kristian didn’t say much in public, and he said even less in private, almost like he was afraid of being judged at all times. That, combined with the fact that he was so damn body shy…

[i]I guess I should have guessed, considering the way that you kept all those layers on when you were dating her,[/i] he thought, though it didn’t make him feel better. [i]Dammit, I got you away from her, and now you’re worse than ever…[/i]

Chris shook his head. He needed to take a walk around the house to cool down or he’d be too annoyed to fall asleep. Sliding out of the covers, he walked out of the bedroom and paced through the house.

It wasn’t even that he needed Kristian to be [i]that[/i] much more open. He just wanted his new boyfriend to be more...interested, he guessed. Just show a bit of initiative from time to time, show that he was wanted. After all, he’d done his part. He’d made the whole thing come together, and it wasn’t like Kristian hated him.

So, why didn’t his boyfriend do a bit more for the relationship?

Chris went down to the kitchen, got himself a glass of water, and grumbled for a few more minutes before giving up. He wasn’t as worked up as he was, and he needed some sleep. He went back upstairs -

Then came to a sudden stop in the doorway. Kristian had rolled over onto his stomach while Chris had been away, and to his great surprise, had pushed his feet out from under the blankets.

As body-shy as Kristian was - wearing a robe in the locker room to cover himself while he got dressed, turning off the lights the one time they had sex, etc. - he was even more foot-shy. He [i]never[/i] took off his socks during the day, and the one time that Chris had peeped on him taking a shower, he’d been wearing some sort of open-soled shower socks, getting clean without leaving them naked. It was like he had more modesty regarding them than most people had with their dicks.

He knew what they looked like, considering they slept in the same bed, but this was the first time that they’d been [i]this[/i] exposed. The size 10 feet, narrow enough to look longer than they were, were paler than the rest of him, and there was a slight shine to the soles that made them look particularly inviting tonight.

Chris took a step forward without thinking about it, his cock already starting to throb in his pants. This was what he’d been waiting for. [i]This[/i] was the sort of thing that he’d wanted. Not sex, but…

[i]Heh...maybe he has an unconscious fetish. Maybe that’s why he hides them all the time,[/i] he thought as he walked up to his unconscious boyfriend, dragging his fingers along the soft soles. [i]He hides such perfect feet…[/i]

It wasn’t exactly right to try and take advantage of this, he knew, but ‘right’ had gone out the window when he had killed Emily. There was no need to do the right thing around him now. He could do what he wanted.

[i]Such perfect soles…such long toes…[/i]

They were just what he had imagined on a perfect boyfriend, and they were so perfectly on display, almost like they were taunting him, teasing him to take charge right then and there. Impossible, of course, considering that Kristian was far too shy to do something like that, but it was a fun fantasy.

He stepped between his boyfriend’s feet, grinning as the feet turned, the toes pointing down almost at his balls. Chris’s cock was throbbing in his sweatpants, and he couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled them down -

“Gah!”

And just like that, they suddenly turned inwards, the toes curling around the head of his cock and trapping it between them. His eyes went wide, and he tried to pull back, but it was like he was snared in the claws of some predator rather than his boyfriend’s feet.

“Kris! Kristian, what the -”

“Shhhhhhh…”

That...that was not his boyfriend’s voice. He whipped his head back and forth, sweat droplets popping out of his forehead. That sounded like...but it couldn’t be…

“You don’t want to wake my man, do you?”

That was Emily. There was no way that it could be anyone else, not sounding that much like her. But she was dead. How the -

“You still haven’t figured it out yet?”

“Where...where are you?”

“Down here…”

“Where?”

“Where do you think, killer?”

He looked down slowly, and he realized something. Kristian’s feet hadn’t just [i]seemed[/i] to glow in the night. They actually were glowing...and the big toe on his left foot was slowly taking on the appearance of a face.

It was impossible, he wanted to say, but there was no denying what he saw right in front of his face, nor the feeling that he was getting from his dick. There was a horrible, sadistic kiss right against the tip of his dick, one that horrified him and aroused him at the same time.

“How…”

“You don’t think that I would stay dead, hmmm? Not when I love my Kris so very, very much…”

The face on the toe had finally come all the way out, and there was no denying that it was Emily. It was smooshed flatter, but there was no one else that had a smirk like that. Nor anyone else that could look so disdainful as she kissed around the head of a cock. The toes were still curling around him, squeezing him, and Kristian’s feet were pressing firmly against the sides of his shaft.

Worse, there was something intensely wrong as those feet moved - seemingly on their own up and down the sides of his cock. There was something about them that seemed too smooth, too slick, too warm and arousing for them to be quite right. They were grinding into his cock, working him up and then letting him down again, building up his excitement with every slow rub.

And the feeling of that face in the toe grinding against the head of his cock was the icing on the cake. He shivered, oozing a bit of pre every time that it pressed more firmly against him. The feet…

The feet were in her control, he realized, and she was jerking him off with them. He tried to pull back, but something about the way those soles felt…

He groaned, thrusting forward almost against his will, like the feet were pulling him in, dragging him on. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, leaving him gasping. Emily chuckled.

“Yes, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist…”

“What...what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you what you want...And getting what I want.”

Those slippery, glowing feet pressed against him. As Emily opened her mouth again, the tip of his cock slid into the little gap in the toe. It felt...wrong, but sexy at the same time, as if a blowjob had just been added to the footjob. His cock jumped, jerking, twitching, spitting pre, and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

Oh, something was wrong, alright. He never panted this much, this fast. Chris tried to pull back, but the way that his cock was getting pushed down kept him from getting away. Those long toes pulled tight around his cock, dragging it up again, then slid down to his balls, squeezing them, forcing him to keep humping against those narrow soles.

“Ah...ah...ah…”

His hips were moving on their own, and he couldn’t stop himself as his cock started to twitch more, oozing pre like it was a broken faucet. He was making a right royal mess of those soles, and he could feel it getting worse by the second. He huffed and puffed, leaning forward and gripping the bedsheets to try and keep some grip on reality, but those possessed soles continued to drag up and down his cock, milking him, teasing him until -

“NNNNGH!”

His orgasm hit him hard, harder than he expected. The first shot of cum squelched right into the arches of his boyfriend’s feet, smearing into them, leaving them looking even shinier than they were before. They were definitely glowing now, his seed shining against the pale flesh as he squirted another string of it, then another.

Then…

Then he saw his cum fading away. It was getting absorbed into Kristian’s feet, getting sucked right into the skin. And as it faded away, he felt...weaker.

Chris stumbled, falling backwards and dropping to his knees. Those glowing feet were now right in his face, wiggling, toes curling, and Emily’s face was smirking at him upside-down.

“You thought crushing me would be the end of me? God, you were wrong, loser.”

“What...what’s going on?”

“When you killed me, I had to possess something to stick around. All that I had to work with was Kristian’s feet, and you know how hard that is to work with.”

He nodded without thinking, staring at the narrow soles, the curling toes. His cock continued to throb and ache, jumping back up and begging for more attention. Despite that orgasm, he didn’t feel drained in the slightest, and it almost hurt from how hard he still was. He tried to look away, but every time those feet twitched, his attention was brought right back to them.

And to Emily.

“I waited a long time for the chance to expose you for the murderer that you were. By the time the sun’s up, I won’t be the only ex that Kristian has.”

“Nnngh...you can’t...how are you…how are you controlling...both feet?”

“...She’s not.”

...No. No, she didn’t.

He looked past the feet, his eyes widening as he saw Kristian lifting his head and looking back at him. His boyfriend rolled over, displaying his perfect feet at a different angle, the toes pointing at the ceiling instead of the floor, wiggling and looking down at him. The pale-skinned emo sat up, pushing his hair out of his face.

“She told me what you did...I can’t believe that you’d go so far…”

“Kristian…”

“You killed my girlfriend...and now I’m going to help her kill you.”

“Yes, yes, you are,” Emily said, the toe mouth opening and closing with glee. “Now, grip that dick between our feet again. He’s going to cum his brains out…”

Chris tried to come up with something to say, something that would save him, but nothing came to mind. All that he could think of were those feet. Maybe it was a hypnotic effect of Emily’s ghost in the soles, or maybe there was something else going on, but he was completely helpless as Kristian’s feet came down between his legs again.

They were just as perfect as they had been a moment before, and this time, he was kneeling for them to give him the same pleasure as before. Already, his cock felt too sensitive, too eager to go over the edge, but they were milking him, grinding on him, pulling his shaft between the arches and pumping up and down. The sentient toe grinned at him, and he could feel his pre-cum carrying more and more of his life away with each little drop that was pulled free.

Chris gasped for breath as he was slowly milked by his lover’s feet, feeling his vision going speckled, then fading as more and more life was pulled from him. One orgasm came quick, and another followed right on its heels. He slumped back, and then onto his back, his cock still poking up like a spire of flesh.

And Kristian and Emily never stopped, and he knew, then, that he was doomed.

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