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[b][u][center]Fine Feline Photography

For Jagger8090

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

With the raw masculinity of anthros, and particularly anthro felines, anything that was less than sporty and jock-like was something that caught their attention in a bad way. Jermaine didn’t know why his photography hobby was so offensive to them, but he did know one thing. If he didn’t curl up around his camera, he was going to lose it.

The young man hit the floor as the bullies came running, knowing that there was no way in hell that he was going to outrun the cheetahs and other big cats that were storming his way. He pulled the camera off his neck and against his chest, and pulled his backpack around in the same fashion. By the time that he hit the floor, he had a padded cushion around the camera and his stomach, and he had nothing that the bullies could easily grab from the sides.

Of course, while that protected the camera, it didn’t do much to protect him. The first kick hit him right in the back of his thighs, too. Not the worst place, but not the best, either, particularly with the toeless shoes that the leopard kicking him wore.

“Nnngh!” he hissed as a claw dragged across his clothes, almost cutting it.

“Heh, what’s the matter, human? Think you can protect that dumb camera?”

“Yeah, bet you he was sneaking around, taking pictures of people in the toilets.”

“Or in the locker rooms.”

“Heh, what’s on the camera, human? Huh? You taking pervert pics?”

Jermaine curled up all the tighter as the felines tried to pull him out of his little ball, fighting it with everything that he had. If he could just keep himself safe, if he could keep his camera against his belly rather than out in the open, he could tolerate this. If he could just get through this, then he could get home and then start patching up again.

“Hey, come on, let go!”

One of the cheetahs grabbed the camera strap, trying to pull it out of his hands. He gripped it tighter, trying to pull it back, feeling it already starting to come loose. The leather strap scraped against his hands, and he hissed as it burned against his palms.

[i]No, no, no, please. That’s expensive![/i]

Not that he could bring himself to say that to the cats, not that they would listen. They were all but determined to take it from him, to torment the little ‘nerd’ for not doing the sort of things that they did. He felt the leather give, almost ripping –

“Hey, asshats!”

Another cat voice, easily distinguished from human from the soft hiss that came from the fangs they had. The bullies whipped their heads around, then groaned. Jermaine didn’t know what they saw, but it was enough to make the leopard let go.

“What do you want, Dex?” the leopard said. “I’m just having some fun here.”

“Yeah, against a human.”

“So?”

“They’re weak. They can’t fight back, and you know it.”

“Just showing him where he belongs,” the leopard said, kicking Jermaine in the hip.

As he hissed from the impact, this “Dex’ darted forward, and he gasped as he realized just how fast the stranger must have moved. Definitely a cheetah, he knew without even looking, and he could hear the new guy closer to him than he had been before.

“Stop it,” Dex said.

“Or what?”

“Or I’m going to chase you right out of school.”

“Like you can chase us. We’ve got cheetahs, too.”

“In track?”

“…”

“And field?”

“…Come on, guys. Looks like the human-lovers don’t want us to have any fun.”

Slowly, the other felines walked away, leaving him alone save for the cheetah that was kneeling by his side. He shivered as he hugged both his backpack and his camera to his chest, hoping against hope that things actually were done, taken care of, finished. The cheetah, Dex, looked down at him.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

“…Need a hand?”

“…No, no, I think…I think I’m okay.”

Jermaine nodded as he dragged himself upright. Not the easiest thing in the world when he was feeling the way that he was, but he managed it after a few seconds. He was still shaking from the attack, and he could still feel the slight burning sensation on the back of his leg from the claw kick a minute ago. Not horrible, but not comfortable, either.

The cheetah in question was his age, a senior in the classes here, and definitely recognizable now. He didn’t know how he didn’t recognize the name before. Dex was one of the star runners for the school, the sort of athlete that had people competing for him for college. The cheetah was one of those that fulfilled the expectations of his species, too, from the long, lanky build to the strong legs, narrow and corded, and – well, it was hard to miss those mesh shoes that he wore. They had the same patterns as running shoes, but they fitted to his paws in a way that left them all but bare.

He was just starting to stare a bit when he heard a chuckle from behind. Dex looked over his shoulder, nodding to himself.

“Everything taken care of, Vash?”

[i]Vash.[/i]

“Hmmm, yes. They were considering coming back, but I…persuaded them otherwise, heh.”

Despite the muscle-headed wording, he could hear the soft purr in that voice, and he knew what he’d see when he turned around. Regardless, he did just that, just to be sure.

It was Vash, alright. Not a sports-player like Dex, but still muscular, still thick and strong as an MMA fighter should be. He’d seen the way that the lynx fought in the clubs after school, and he knew for a fact that the big guy was more than capable of beating the snot out of some people. Those jeans and that baggy sweater hid some serious muscles, and his mesh shoes hid large paws that were capable of smothering someone with ease.

He felt positively tiny between the two felines, particularly against Vash, who looked down on him. The bigger feline twisted his whiskers the way that a human would have twisted his mustache, and it made him all the more intimidating.

“So, what happened here, hmm?” Vash asked. “A few bullies, or a little bit of egging on?”

“I…I didn’t try and get them to bully me, if that’s what you mean.”

“Heh. No?”

“No. I swear.”

“Vash. Shut it,” Dex said.

“Aw, no harm in having a little fun.”

“Later.”

Jermaine gulped, moving out from between the two felines. Dex, however, didn’t seem too willing to let him go. He’d barely taken a step before he had a sudden tug on the back of his shirt.

“Ack!”

“You live in the suburbs, yes?” the cheetah asked.

“…Yeah?” he admitted.

“We do, too.”

“…”

“We’ll be on the same bus. Walk with us.”

It was better than being ambushed by the other guys again, and while he didn’t know what they wanted, he was, at least, happy that they were willing to help keep the bullies at bay. Considering everything that he had on his camera, the last thing that he wanted was to risk getting caught again.

The bullies had been right about one thing. He wasn’t exactly taking clean pictures of people.

#

The bus ride was, thankfully, short. It put the three senior students at the far end of a construction site, one that spanned the width of a former park. They all had to go through it, though Jermaine didn’t know if that was because they were following him, or if they were just going the same way that they always went and he had just never noticed before. He surreptitiously looked down at his camera, flicking through a few images on the screen on the back.

Most of the pictures were completely safe for others to see. They focused on the school athletes, the players that kept it famous in the local neighborhood. Most of them were anthros, but here and there were a few humans, as well. Not many got their faces in the pictures, though, mostly because they were overshadowed by the anthro players.

However, there was one slight issue that would have gotten him in trouble.

The more that a particular game went on, the more that the pictures started to shift from pictures of the players to pictures of their paws. The angle dropped just slightly enough that he could excuse it by tiredness to his teachers and the editor of the school paper, but it also put those mesh shoes – and in some cases, bare paws – right in view. Not quite centered, but definitely more prominent than they should have been.

Jermaine blushed as he looked at them again, thinking about how much fun he’d had to some of those pics. He had considered sneaking into the various locker rooms to enjoy himself, to get pictures of those paws being peeled out of the different mesh shoes, but that had never been safe enough to try. He shook his head, letting his camera rest against his chest again –

“So, you take pictures of the games?” Dex asked.

“Huh?”

“You are a photographer. Is it just for the games, or?”

“Oh, uh, um. No, I’m in a photography class. I’m just good enough to get some work from the paper.”

“I imagine that you get paid quite well, if you’re good enough to carry a camera everywhere,” Vash said, his voice just short of a purr.

It was so strange to have felines that weren’t trying to beat his head in or hurt him talking to him. The more that they chatted, the more that he felt at ease, and the more at ease he felt, the more that he had to struggle not to out himself by looking in the wrong places.

Not easy, either, considering that one cat would be ahead of him and the other behind him, and they’d change places. He’d be able to look down at the paws ahead, and then at the paws passing him as they came up on the other side, and then back again. They were always shifting around, almost like bodyguards, and it was…weird. Awesome, in its own way, but weird, too.

“Why do you ask?” he asked.

“Not sure why Dex is, but I could certainly use a photographer of my own,” Vash said. “I’m building up a website for when I graduate, and I need to make sure that I look my absolute best,” he added, stroking a finger along his cheek.

Somehow, it didn’t even look flamboyant. It just looked…smug.

“He isn’t the only one. It’s not a thing you have to do, but considering that we saved you from those dicks…”

“If you want a few photos, I can help with that,” Jermaine admitted.

“I’m glad that we understand each other.”

They stopped in the middle of the construction yard, and Dex pointed to one of the houses that were going up on the far side.

“That should be private enough.”

“Private?” Jermaine asked.

“We might as well get it done now. I’m assuming that you can direct the posing, the lighting, and everything else?”

“I’ve never done it out here before, but…well, I guess I can try.”

#

The house was only half-made, but considering that Vash wanted to do a few shots that made him look like a bad-ass fighter, and that Dex needed the space to stretch out to look like he was getting ready to run, it worked out in the long run. The open areas meant that he had plenty of space to work on getting a good shot of Dex from different angles, and Vash had the chance to punch through holes in the house frame. It would be easy enough to photoshop the latter images to make it look like the lynx had punched through actual drywall.

As the photography went on, they all relaxed a little more, and even Dex started to crack a smile from time to time. They shared smiles, they offered grins, and they even joked here and there.

For all that they were getting more relaxed with each other, though, he kept staring down at their paws and waiting for the truth to come out.

It wasn’t like he was trying to be a perv, but seeing their mesh-covered paws up close and not having them on the verge of kicking his face in meant that he had other curiosities coming up. Curiosities, and more, considering that there was something else starting to rise from between his legs. He kept adjusting his bulge under the auspices of changing the camera settings, but he knew that he was working on borrowed time. Sooner or later, they were going to see what he was hiding.

It was Dex, of course, that caught him. The runner had taken a pose that had one leg out and the other under him, and, unfortunately, it meant that his paws were far more prominent than usual. Jermaine continued to stare at them more than he should have, and suddenly, he had Dex nudging him with his slender tail.

“You are staring.”

“…Oh god.”

“I did not know that you were…interested in that.”

“I – oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to –”

“Something the matter?” Vash asked.

“I think we have a paw-lover on our hands,” Dex said, his voice still oddly calm, oddly quiet.

He wanted to just shrivel up and disappear, he really did. Jermaine had never been caught out like this before, and it was humiliating that it had to happen like this. God, the fact that he had been staring so much that someone that wanted photos had figured out that he was interested.

He tried to take a step back, to pull away from the felines, but the lynx was behind him almost too quick for words. Jermaine yelped as the bigger of the two felines held him by the shoulder, keeping him from running away.

“What’s the matter, human?” Vash asked, chuckling softly. “Why run off now?”

“Uh…uh…to avoid getting beat up?”

“We aren’t like the bullies,” Dex said. “And we aren’t going to hurt you.”

“You aren’t?”

“Not as long as you do what we say,” Vash added, leaning down and giving him a gentle nibble on the ear. “Now, why don’t we go back to the stairway…”

Jermaine didn’t really have a choice in the matter, dragged along as he was by the two cats. They sat down on the steps, and he was left standing at the base of the stairs. They looked at him, and he blushed as Vash’s stare was unashamedly lustful, while Dex’s was a little bit more controlled, more focused, less of a demand for him to just fall to his knees and give worship.

A little bit less. Not completely.

“I think that he should take off our meshes. What do you think, Dex?” Vash asked.

“I think that would be a good start.”

“Guys…I mean…”

“Human.”

He shivered at the loss of his name, rubbing the back of his neck as the slender cheetah pointed a finger at him. He didn’t even have a chance to speak. He could only listen.

“You obviously have a desire to be under-paw. That is not a bad thing. But it is clear we will have to make you. Otherwise, you will never be honest with yourself. Now. Kneel.”

Doing as he was told, he stared at the meshes again. They both protected those paws perfectly, hiding the toes enough to keep him from knowing how they’d look bare, but showing off more than enough to keep him interested. They were like skintight socks, in a way, allowing everything to be visible save for the fine details of fur and flesh. The shape was fully on display, but nothing more.

He shifted from leg to leg, knee to knee as he knelt down. The cats took the camera, but gently, respectfully. They offered their paws to him, and Jermaine shivered.

This was something of a fantasy of his, something that he’d long wanted to do, but never had the courage to actually ask one of the anthros for. His hands shook as he reached for Vash’s meshes first, slowly pulling them down and off, revealing the soft, padded, wide paws that were under the mesh. The ends of his toes had long, curved claws that were more like talons, longer, darker, and more cruel-looking than the average claws that he had seen.

Gulping, he reached over to Dex, pulling his meshes off, too. They were a little bit softer, not quite as fine-furred as the lynx’s but with a bit more give to them, something that surprised him from a track-runner. He supposed that Dex probably had more work going into taking care of his feet than Vash did, but…well, it was still rather nice. He saw Dex shiver a little as the meshes came off, almost like he was fighting pleasure.

“Well, well, looks like the quiet one likes it,” Vash said with a smirk.

“And you do not?”

“Yeah, but I don’t pretend otherwise.”

“Quiet.”

“Alright. [i]Human.[/i]”

This time, it was clearly something that they were putting on, something that he was glad to realize. They weren’t being horrible. They were just…having fun, he realized, and he was doing the same. He smiled, albeit nervously, and Vash chuckled.

“Lean in.”

He did, and he shivered as both felines started rubbing their paws across his face. The big, wide paws of the lynx and the narrower paws of the cheetah ground against his cheeks, over his forehead, down along his neck. He shivered at how easily they were able to stroke, dominate, tease him, their claws coming closer to him than he had ever imagined letting a predator do, but…well, what was he supposed to do? Say no?

Not that he imagined his boner would have allowed him to say no, at that point.

They pressed their paws against him until their toes started fanning out from the pressure, their claws pricking gently at the sides of his face, teasing his cheeks and running down along his neck. He huffed and hissed, his eyes closing tightly as they occasionally teased him with how sharp their claws were. But it wasn’t that holding his attention the most.

No, that was reserved for the pressure of their paw pads against his cheeks, rubbing up and down along his face, pressing down, using his cheeks and his chin and his jawline almost like stress balls, pressing down on them to make themselves feel better.

The more that they pushed down on him, the smaller he felt. It was like all those insults that had been hurled at him at school, the teasing for being a human, the pressure for being less than the anthros, all of it had been consolidated into one single moment…and then made better. Pleasurable.

Yes, he was embarrassed at how horny he was from having their paws in his face, and yes, he wished that he could have done this a different way. But…was he having fun?

Yes. Yes, he was.

He moaned as their paws stroked down his face, pressing against his chest. When Dex dragged his paws down, Vash grabbed his head to keep him in place, and then Dex took a turn holding him while Vash ground his paws against the human’s chest and down his stomach. The pressure was a reminder of just how strong their legs were, how powerful their paws could be. They could easily crush him if he stepped out of line, and…

Well, it was kinda hot.

Vash brought his paw back up, flicking his toes and those deadly claws. The lynx smirked.

“Lick, human.”

“Your…your talons?” he asked.

“Mmm, yes.”

One gently tapped his lips, and he shivered, knowing how easily that could have been far more painful. He opened his mouth, gently curling his lips and tongue around the talon, letting it rest against the inside of his mouth. It was surprisingly clean, with only a slightly rough, earthy taste to it before he licked it completely clean. He dragged his head back, moving from the first claw to the next, and then the next after that.

One by one, he cleaned those toes, those deadly toes, and then he turned to Dex. He repeated the same motions, though this time he leaned in and dragged his lips along the toes themselves. The less-clawed digits wiggled between his lips, drumming against his tongue, and he shivered at the slightly sweaty taste. Not much, barely any, but it was still lovely.

They popped free shortly after, and once more they ground against his face, the two felines talking to each other. He wasn’t even part of it, made to stay down for the moment.

“Heh, he likes being under-paw, that’s for certain.”

“We should show him how much better it is when he does what he’s told,” Dex said.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I believe that I will show him what a true paw-job is like.”

The cheetah got up, pulling his paws back first. Vash pushed him down, making him get in position on the floor, while Dex showed some surprising dexterity in slowly pulling Jermaine’s pants down with his toes. The human’s cock jumped up, throbbing, twitching, and the cheetah smiled.

“Let me show you what it feels like, when you’re under a proper fine feline.”

“Hey, wait, wait a second,” Vash said, interrupting them just before they could get started.

Both Jermaine and Dex glanced at the lynx, and he was surprised when he saw the same sort of irritation on the cheetah’s face as he felt on his. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one that wanted some fun, even if he was the one that was most nervous about it.

“What is it this time, Vash?” the cheetah asked.

“You’re a track runner, right?”

“Of course.”

“Then why not make him the start-stand?”

“…That’s not a bad idea.”

“I know.”

The lynx smirked, full of himself as ever, but that didn’t stop Dex from shifting them around. They moved from the stairs to one of the more open rooms again, this time with Jermaine on the floor, on his back with his shoes towards the wall, and the now bare-pawed Dex standing over him. The cheetah smiled, leaning against the wall, but rather than just stand there, he slowly slumped down, his claws leaving deep furrows in the wall as he slowly pushed his paws backwards.

One made its way further and further up his chest, and Jermaine blushed as he felt the toes and claws grinding against his chest. There were times when they almost hooked through his shirt and pulled it back, and other times when he was sure that the little pricking feelings that they left behind were going to erupt into something far worse.

But they never did.

Instead, one paw pressed just under his chin, rubbing against his chest and showing off the full underside, a beautiful sole shot that made his cock throb up in full view of both felines. The lynx chuckled through his near-constant purr, and Dex? Well, the cheetah lowered his other paw down on that throbbing prick, and he gasped at the furry pressure down there, the warmth and the softness.

“Oh god…oh god…”

“If that is how you see us, I’m certainly not offended,” Dex said, a slight smile on his face. “Now…lick.”

He was more than happy to give the cheetah a little bit of oral attention, dragging his tongue up and down Dex’s sole. Every lick brought the warm taste of flesh and a little bit of sweat, the warmth of the skin and pads making him blush just a bit as he felt it getting warmer, a bit wetter from all the licking.

Then the cheetah curled his toes. It caught his chin for a moment, and he shivered a little. Then the other paw moved, and he shivered a lot.

“Ah!”

He gasped as his balls were pulled down a bit by the toes down there, then felt them shift just a bit further up, stroking from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the tip. The toes curled again, pinching just under the head, grinding the tip of his cock directly against the pads on that paw.

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

He was gasping for breath already, and he had barely gotten started. His hips twitched, his balls churning.

“Hey, human. You just lay there and let him take care of you. Then, when you’re done with him…”

Another pair of paws pressed against either side of his head, squeezing gently, and he looked back a bit. Vash sat on the floor not far behind him, and those large paws squeezed his head just enough to send shivers down his spine. The long claws only enhanced that, making him tremble from the slight prick, prick, prick feeling through his hair as they dragged along the side of his head.

“Then, when Dex is done, it’s my turn.”

[i]…oh boy.[/i]

His face was still burning as the cheetah’s paw continued to milk him, teasing his cock while keeping that other paw right in his face. Stroke, slide, stroke, slide, clenching the toes from time to time to really work him up. He rolled his head back, letting it be caught by Vash’s paws, feeling them stroking, pinning, holding him.

He had never, ever felt the need to play with paws like this before, and he had never been given the chance to do something like this before.

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

“Sound’s like the human’s getting close,” Vash said.

“Yes, he’s throbbing.”

“Then you better do something about that.”

“A moment…”

They changed position. He felt a moment of annoyance and whimpering disappointment as he felt the paw left his cock…only for the cheetah to move back, both paws pressing down on his cheeks, and then on his lips. He opened his mouth, both big toes sliding in, and then –

“MMMMPH!”

A warm mouth followed, licking along the head of his cock. It was just enough to get him to cum, shooting his seed mostly all over the far side of the wall. It splattered against the wooden floor, some present for whoever was building the house, and some small amount ran down along the bottom of his cock after the first few shots were done.

That was licked up by Dex in short order, and he shivered as that eager little tongue worked its way along the bottom of his cock and then up to the head. His cock was already quite sensitive, and he wasn’t sure how much more of that he’d be able to take.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to take much. The cheetah flipped over, sitting down so that his shaft flopped against the human’s, and they were gripped together. Dex grinned more than he had done throughout the day, extending his legs. They were long, and it was easy for him to reach Jermaine’s face as he stretched out.

“Lick…I want to feel your tongue on my toes while I get off, human.”

That was easier to go along with than he thought, and he slowly stuck his tongue out. The toes were just as easy to lick as they had been to suck, the individual digits soft and fuzzy. Here and there a bit of fur stuck to his tongue, but it was never enough to bother him. All he had to do was keep nuzzling in, licking, even sucking on those dancing digits.

There was a slight taste of sweat between the toes, and he sought it out, licking against the digits and sucking the little bit of moisture out from between them. Dex moaned ever so slightly, but it was the feeling of stroking that kept dragging Jermaine’s attention away from those toes.

Because the cheetah wasn’t done with him yet. A barbed shaft gently pressed against the tip of his cock, and the rest of it was quite warm against his shaft. He didn’t know what to think about the feeling. All he knew was that this was how humans and anthros were…how they were supposed to…supposed to be.

He didn’t know why, but that was the feeling that he got the longer that this went on. He moaned under his breath, shivering as Vash got in on the fun, bringing his paws forward and grinding his toes against his face. Each little rub dragged him further down, leaving him more and more in that headspace that this was where he belonged, that he was supposed to be like this with the anthros.

[i]Mmmph…ah…ah…[/i]

With cheetah toes on his tongue and the lynx’s claws dragging through his hair, it didn’t take long for him to get fully hard again. He shivered hard as he started oozing pre-cum again, something that only seemed to push Dex that much harder.

“You enjoy this, human?” the cheetah asked.

“Mmmph…mm-hmm.”

“Then I expect that you will want this again, won’t you?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“At school?”

“Mmm-hmm!”

The idea of doing this, of getting this after the track meets that Dex did every few days, or in the MMA club after Vash was done with practice, sent shivers down his spine and made his cock even harder. Dex stroked them both that much faster, grinding one foot along the side of his face while using the other to cover his mouth.

“You want to be a good human? You wish to put your mouth to use every day for proper fine felines?”

“Mmmph…yes…yes, please…” he said when he got a moment to speak.

“Do you want to be our good human?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Then…mmmph…take it…and suck…my toes…again…”

Dex panted hard as Jermaine did as he was told. He shivered, watching as the cheetah stroked their cocks that much harder, until finally, without warning, the two of them came at the same time.

He moaned as he was showered with his own seed as well as Dex’s, the pair of them cumming quite a bit. The cheetah had a bit more, though, since it was his first one and it was Jermaine’s second, but it was still more than enough to drench his chest. He shivered as he was soaked from waist to chest, with only a few dry spots left under his chin.

Before he could catch his breath, though, Vash reached down and rubbed his cheek with a clawed toe.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

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

Summary: Jermaine, a young man that has been spending quite a bit of time photographing the paws of anthros, finds himself getting caught by two of them that would like to do a bit more than just pose for pictures.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, foot fetish, human, lynx, cheetah, feline, bully, school, high school, footjob, foot worship, toe sucking, orgasm, cum, licking, oral, blowjob, teasing, photography, human/anthro, anthro superiority,