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Kayla, the sweet young cheetah girl, skipped merrily to class. The grade-school child had a major infatuation with her teacher. The dingo was gentle and kind, but when he needed to be, he was strong and stern. She remembered when Johnny the badger was picking on her once, Mr. Rigan immediately scolded him and warned him never to act like that again or he'd have a talk with both the pricipal and Johnny's parents. And the next time Johnny was picking on someone, Mr. Rigan lived up to his promise and Johnny never made fun of anyone anymore (not much anyway).

Kayla began imagining Mr. Rigan as a kight of shining white light, scooping her up off her feet and carrying her away. Grinning like mad she began skipping even faster, until she heard some teacher warn her to go more slowly. She started walking, but kept on thinking of her teacher. One time on a field trip to a nearby natrual history museum, she jumped and shrieked in the dark room of the lightning display. The other kids all laughed and she could feel her ears go hot. Then Mr. Rigan came up next to her and held onto her hand gently. She looked up to make out a toothy smile and heard a deep and gentle giggle. There was something about his laugh that was different than the others. They laughed because they thought Kayla was funny, but he laughed because he thought she was cute.

Now that she thinks back, she remembers that it was that moment when she fell in love. She let out a mighty joyous giggle that came out a little (a lot) louder than she expected. The other kids looked at her and laughed, but she didn't care. She was coming into Mr. Rigan's classroom now, so the others could laugh all they wanted, she was already content. After pulling open the door, she looked around. Early. As always. Then she looked at the front of the room and saw Mr. Rigan. Smiling. As always.

"Hello there Kayla," he greeted her, "it's such a pleasure to have you in class."

At that her mouth was agape in a wide happy smile, ears and tail perked up in excitement. However, she quickly regained composure when she realized she was letting on about her crush after hearing herself giggling giddily. She cleared her throat and walked quietly to her seat (and as a feline, it was quietly). The adult chuckled inwardly and shook his head side-to-side as he returned to copying the day's notes.

It wasn't long before the bell rang and the other, less enjoyable, furs clamored and all but formed a stampede into the room. And after that, the day went by like most days. With kids being kids, Kayla crushing on the teacher, and the teacher pretending not to notice. Kayla had no idea that today would not be like a normal day.

When the last bell rang, Kayla sighed a heavy sigh and lifted her body out of the room and away from her one true. She slowly made her way to her locker, opened it, looked inside, and--she gasps--"My Diary!"

She wouldn't find it though, it was safe in the hands of Aaron, a lion from the High-schooler's wing. He stood there waiting till everyone else had left and the young kitten was still searching furiously for her book. "Have you lost something?" he asked even though he knew the answer, "Is it this?" Kayla was both alarmed and afraid. She didn't know whose voice that was, and really didn't want that person's hand to be holding her diary.

It wasn't that she was embarassed, it was that she couldn't have anyone, least of all her tacher, knowing all the things she wrote about him. "Hello?" came the voice. She turned slowly and, sure enough, her book was in his hand. Her fate was sealed.

"Please let him not have read it, please let him not have read it..." she prayed over and over again in her head. "This is a rather interesting book you have. Is it a diary?" Those words broke her heart. "Please at least let him not know about Mr. Rigan," became her new prayer. But it was hopeless, every page was about Mr. Rigan, there was no way he didn't know.

With her head hung low, she began evaluating her options, and after a while she muttere quietly, "What do you want?" And a grim smile crept over the whole of the older lion's face. "Convice your parents to let you come to my house after school tomorrow. I don't care what you tell them."

Kayla hurried home after that. She had missed the bus, but she didn't live far, and she actually managed to make it home at a time that was close to the time she usually got home (recall that buses take a roundabout path and wouldn't go straight to her house. When she got home she explained to her mother that she made a friend who promised to help her slipping grades (which were slipping no doubt due to her tendancy to focus on the teacher rather than the school work). Her mother consented instantly to allow Kayla to a mysterious stranger's house.

The next day passed in a decidedly less amorous way, and had a slight sense of dread instead. When the day ended she waited by the entrance for the one who held the keys to her fate, she had already taken to calling him her new master because, in her current situation, she would do anything he told her to.

When she saw him, he signaled her to his car. As they walked they said little, save for, "So what's your name little one?"

"It's Kayla."

"My name's Aaron." And that was that. The rest of the ride went quitely, and Kayla learned that Aaron didn't live far from her. A curse that she would eventually count as a blessing.

The two walked into the house and she immediately noticed three things, a sight, a sound, and a smell. First off, the whole house was messy. Clean enough to see the majority of the floor, but a lot less clean than Kayla was allowed to have her room. Second, the house was immensly quiet. It was clear that no one else was home. Thirdly, there was a dirty, manly smell that reminded her of her father's shoe bin mixed with his laundry hamper (the comparison in her mind likely came from the plentiful amount of used socks laying all about).

"Well we're here. I can give you the tour, or we can just get started," said Aaron, interrupting the silence.

"Do you live here all alone?" came an uneasy inquiry.

"Yeah, my parents travel a lot for their jobs, so I get the place to myself.

Did you want me to show you around?"

"No, thanks."

"Suit yourself." And thus continued the pairs pattern of few words.

When the short conversation was over, the lion walked over to a couch in the living room which was a straight forward walk (discounting the avoidance of various ground-based obstacles). "I know all about your little crush with Mr. Rigan," Aaron announced after plopping himself down heavily, "and if you want me to keep my mouth shut, you have to do something for me."

"And what's that?" asked Kayla, who would have prefered to just have it doneand get her diary back so she could forget all about this.

"That's the catch. I'm not going to tell you. You have three chances to guess what it is that I want. And if you don't get it in three chances, I'm telling the teacher."

"But that's no fair!" exclaimed the girl.

"Hmmm...I supposed I can give you a hint. Is that okay?" Aaron asked.

"I...I suppose." And at that, another grin overcame Aaron's face, showing off one of his front teeth. This plan of his warrants some explanation, so that everyone can fully understand the lion's deviousness. By not telling the girl what it was that he wanted, he was able to reject anything and everything the girl did to appease him. He was curious how the girl would react when all three of her chances ran out.

"Well then," said Aaron, changing his pose to have both his arms spread out along the back of the couch and one of his legs on the other, "Your his is this: You're not going to like doing it."

Kayla really felt that the hint was unfair, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She looked around for other hints in the world around her and began to think about what he would want her to do that she wouldn't want to do. "What could he want? For me to clean his house? Or maybe do his laundry," she looked around and noticed the vast surplus of dirty socks all round her, and then looked up at him and noticed one of his feet held in the air, "well I definitely would not want to do that , but I suppose I'm just gonna have to."

Kayla finnaly left the front door and made her way slowly, reluctantly to the reclining lion. The lion was excited to see what she would come up with. She knelt down in front of him and took off his one shoe and was all at once set upon by an assailing scent. She coughed a little then peeled his sock off his foot that was next to her face. She looked at it and noticed that his foot was rather large, and could easily cover her whole face. She guessed that if she put his foot on her chest his toes would touch her chin and his heel would land right on her solar plexus.

After that she paused and looked up at his face. He just smiled and splayed his four toes for her. So she gulped down her digust, summoned up her courage, stuck out her pink little tongue, and gave his foot a tiny little lick. It tasted like it smelled and she immediately wanted to stop, but for the sake of her love, she continued. One more lick, and then another, and each one was slightly stronger and more bold than the last one.

She had taken to licking his sole and he seemed to like it when she inhaled on the fur there, so she did it more than she would have liked too.She began to be more exporative and first sampled his heel, then tried his toes. She like the toes better, or at least they seemed more tolerable. So she suckled on some, licked in between others, and tasted all of them.

After about 15 minutes worth of service, Kayla stopped and looked up with a look that Aaron already knew before she made it. It was a face that asked, "Is that it?" to which he responded, "Nice try, but that's not what I wanted. While you're at it though, get the other foot too."

Kayla groaned and began to remove his other shoe. He had switched the way his legs were so that the barefoot was on the floor and a covered one was again in front of her face. When she finally got it off, she was hit again by the same scent, which had faded in strength. Luckily, this one still was operating at full intenstity. At least Aaron felt it was lucky, he liked the grimace that Kayla made when she smelled it.

Just before Kayla could reach out to remove his second sock, he planted his foot right upon her snout and uttered, "Inhale it." Kayla swallowed for confidence and gave a loud, audible sniff, but it was too much for her. She shuttered, and threw her face away coughing and gasping.

"Oh come now, I don't smell that bad do I?" inquired the lion, who was intent on having as much fun with the girl as he could have. She responded instinctively with words that she hoped would appease him as much as possible, "No," but accidently also said, "master."

A sudden uproarious laughter filled the house. "Master huh? I like the sound of that," spoke the lion when his laughing eventually died down. Kayla cringed and what had just happened, but simply added it to her list of things that she meant to forget, along with her previous service to a male's feet.

Aaron, stood up and took the remaining sock off with his other foot, then flung it in the direction of his new toy, whereupon it landed right on her face, covering her nose and one of her eyes. After that, he took off his shirt and threw it into a pile of other shirts before sitting down again.

"You can take that sock off," he announced, "unless, of course, you'd rather keep it on."

Kayla, who was spacing out at the sight, was suddenly brought back to earth by that last comment and shouted, "No I wouldn't!", as she tore the cloth off her face. She threw it at the lion who caught it and laughed, "Watch out! These things are hazardous. You of all people should know that!" To witch Kayla offered, "Well you kno--" but she was cut off when Aaron threw the sock back at her. It landed right in her mouth and, just as the smell did with her nose, the taste immediately claimed her whole mouth and marked it "Aaron".

She recoiled and threw the sock out, making mock spitting sounds, rolling about, and just being melodramatic in general. As she rolled along the floor, Aaron removed his jeans and tossed them in the pile with his shirt, then moved up to the girl on the floor and lifted his foot. Poised to attack, he threatened, "Well that's one strike, keep trying. Unless you want another session with my feet." Kayla stopped her acting and looked up to see not only a pink padded lion foot, but also saw right up his shorts. The sight froze Kayla instantly, and when she didn't move, Aaron offered, "Okay then," before slowly lowering his foot. Kayla was aghast at the thought and quickly gave a, "No, Thank You!" And rolled out of the way before standing up.

"Well it's been about 45 minutes and you've used your first chance already, so keep going." instructed Aaron.

"Okay, but why did you take your pants off?" asked the young girl.

"Because it's my house and I can. Now keep going" the lion encouraged.

Kayla looked around and decided that her first idea was probably better, so she got to work and began cleaning his living room. The giant pile of clothing was set to wash, but it took four or five trips and each time there were socks all next to her nose. After that there was two or three trashbags full of things that she both had no idea what they were and didn't want to know. Dark things that laid under piles of other dark things for months, some of them were probably alive.

A few hours later she was done and Aaron was sitting on the couch in the same postition as before with his arms outstretched on the back of the couch and one foot raised. "Great job!" he complimented, "But this isn't what I wanted either."

"WHAT?!" shrieked the young cheetah.

"Yep. This wasn't it," the lion responded calmly while admiring the cleanliness of his living room.

"Well I have to go back home soon," the girl explained, "I told my mom that I came so you could help me study, and I didn't get anything done."

"Oh come now, I wouldn't say that," Aaron answered, "My feet are all squeaky clean and so is my living room."

"Very funny Aaron," the small cat gave in the most sarcastic tone she could manage, "but I'm serious. I'll have to go soon."

"Fine, I'll tell you what. Since today's Thursday, I'll do today's homework,and the teacher will praise you for how well you did. Then you can explain to your mom that you need more 'study' with me and convince her to let you spend the night. I'll do this for you on one condition."

"And what is that?" Kayla asked, slightly afraid of the answer.

"The whole time while I'm doing your homework till you have to go home, you have to massage my feet," he said pointing downward while splaying the toes on one lifted foot. "I seriously don't think my mom will let me stay the night."

"It's worth a shot. What do you have to lose?" taunted the lion, "besides the love of your life."

The girl let out a flustered, "Ugh~ Fine!" and blushed bright red while she followed the lion to his room where his desk was, after getting her backpack for him.

When the door opened, she went slack-jawed in an instant. This room was twice as bad as the living room and had a stench twice as powerful, but since his used underwear all landed in here, it smelled a lot less like foot, and a lot more like crotch, a new scent that Kayla was not used to yet. It made her cover her snout while she ventured warily in after the lion. He pulled his desk chair back and gestured underneath, "You'll sit down there."

She crawled in and almost regretted it. There was a lone shoe and many worn socks, she guessed that they landed there on days when Aaron came right up to his computer after school and they stayed there ever since. She sat there, baking in his scent, while he sat down and pulled the chair up before offering one foot and saying, "I hope you're as good with your hands as you were with your tongue."

She wasn't sure why, but his tone gave her the idea that what he said was dirty, and she shouted, "Shut up!" before grabbing his foot while grumbling. She had no idea how to give a massage, so her hands just explored. She examined his heel in the dim light, the same dim light that forced her to lean in close just to get a goot view, which also offered her a gentle reminder of his scent that bathed her ever since she set foot in the house.

She mimicked her motions with her tongue from before, with her hands this time, and began to play around with his toes. Splaying them with her fingers and grabbing them one at a time. She ended with the toes by locking her fingers with his toes and gently squeezing. Then, as her hands moved downward to his sole, she began thinking about who the foot in her hands belonged to. He was the one person that she hated most in the world right now, but she had also spent more time with him in one day than she had with most other people over the course of the first quarter. Her hands began to press lightly on the ball of his foot as she continued thinking. He didn't seem all that bad, in fact, he even made herlaugh a few times. But he was still blackmailing her. She suddenly felt verysad when she realized that he was her only friend, but soon after decided that she may as well try to enjoy her time with him.

After that revelation, the sound of her tail thumping on the wall from swaying side-to-side could be heard, and she began massaging with an excited force, but still very gently, being a timid type of girl. This new treatment coaxed a deep purr from the older lion. The hole that she was in filtered out everything but the bass, which resonated with the walls, making it sound like the purr was coming from all around her.

The warm paw pads, the mysterious sounds, and the gentle scent cause her to purr too. And the two of them stayed that way for a long while. With the little girl earnestly trying to please the male, and the big lion relaxing while an eager female toiled underfoot. It wasn't a long while because Aaron was having trouble with the Kayla's homework. In fact it only took him a few minutes to finish all the Math, Science, and English portions, and just a few more minutes with google to finish the History.

But Kayla didn't have to know. And he leanded back and just focused on the sensations he was recieving. Close to 50 minutes after he had finished, he began to feel a little guilty for decieving her so long, especially cause she didn't lessen her massage, even after 50 minutes. She had done such a good job, that she deserved a break. So he slammed a book closed and announced, "Done! Let's get you home, and don't forget our plan."

"I won't," Kayla responded, letting him take his feet back and crawling out,

"I'll give this to Mr. Rigan, and try and convince my mom about spending the night."

"Good girl," said Aaron, as he patted her head.

"Stop it! Besides, I don't think my mom will let me."

"Well it's up to you to try really hard to convice her."

After that, Aaron drove her home. She was a little unsure if letting him know where she lived was the right thing to do, but she had little choice. "Oh, your house isn't that far from mine. Good, good. Be sure to mention that to your mother tomorrow," Aaron called out as Kayla climbed out of the car and closed the door. To her suprise, he got out too and saw her in. "What are you doing?" she asked, slightly alarmed.

"I want to make a good impression."

So he saw her in and had a talk with her mother. Mostly about boring grown-up stuff, but it seemed to work because her mother was smiling brightly and waving Aaron off as he left.

"What a helpful boy, offering to help you like that. He seems like a real nice guy," Kayla's mother said to her, both unaware of his plan.

__________________________Notes________________________________________

Well that was long. Longer than I'd have prefered anyway. And it's still not done! I'm posting this in two parts for two reasons.

One, I don't like Big-Ass stories. Two, I'm tired and like sleep.

This was fun to work on, I think because I'm writing without really caring about what anyone thinks (that's a lie. I care what you think. Rate and comment please) and because of that I focused a lot more on what I like (Paws!). I also got more work with my experimental description style (but I failed it when talking about time) which I'm beginning to like.

Mr. Rigan's name comes from the aboriginal name for a place where Dingoes play; Merrigang>Rigang>Rigan. Aaron's name comes from an Armenian word that I believe means Lion cub; Goryoun>Gerun>Aaron

If you don't like paws, you're in luck, the next part will have less paws and more sexings. But what are you doing reading if you don't like paws?

I'm a little dissapointed with myself for going on and on without actually getting to any yiffin's. But I suppose that's an improvement on my work with character development.

If you've read my other stories, do you think this was an improvement as far as characters go? Or would you rather me just get right into the action? Like I said, I don't like long stories, in part because I don't feel I have the skill to keep reader's attention for very long.

Comment please!