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Stoking a Friend's Foot Fetish

for FriskeCrisps

by Draconicon

Draconicon turned a page in the latest book he'd picked up in the Murderbot series when he heard the apartment door click open. The black dragon looked over his shoulder from the living room to see Crisp stepping inside, his wusky roommate leaning just enough to one side to tell him that they had take-out for dinner tonight. He chuckled, turning back to his book again.

"Chinese?" he asked.

"Thai. Getting a little sick of lemon chicken."

"Then order something else."

"I can't. If I get Chinese, then I get the same thing every time."

"That sounds like a you problem."

"I don't know why I do it, I just do. Anyway, Thai tonight. Hope you like peanut and chicken."

"Well, I like - oh, you said PEANUT and chicken." He chuckled, putting his book down. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good with that."

"Do you have to turn everything into a sex joke?"

"It's what I do. And besides, maybe you'd be interested in something besides...those...for a change," Draconicon said, sitting up and shaking his head at the wusky's sneakers.

It wasn't necessarily that they were bad shoes, though they were definitely not a style of footwear that the dragon understood the desire for. It was more the fact that the wusky bothered to wear shoes at all. He didn't understand it, nor did he approve of it, either in the apartment or out in the world at large. The fact that Crisp continued to treat his shoes as such a core part of his sexual interests, too, explained how they were very seldom involved in much 'fun' with each other.

Not that he didn't want to, either. Crisp wasn't a bad looking wusky. The hybrid took good care of himself, wore decent clothes that flattered his frame, and took care to groom himself. He had a decent ass, something that the dragon would have been more than keen on fucking, and had a cock that was of decent-enough size to stir the subby half of his switch side from slumber from time to time. All in all, it should have been fun.

But those damn shoes...

Crisp shrugged, stepping behind the kitchen island in the connected kitchen/living room combo, putting the bag of take-out on the counter and pulling down a couple of plates. Draconicon tossed the book over his shoulder - after marking his place, of course - and joined the wusky at the island, the pair of them getting comfortable as they dished out the food. Rice, some noodles, some sauce and veg and meat: all the staples of the dish. The dragon grabbed a lime for himself, cutting it in half and spritzing the top of his plate with the juices, while Crisp just shook his head and sat down.

"You seriously need more acid in that?"

"It wakes the food up."

"If you say so."

"I say a lot of things, but you don't tend to listen to most of them."

"I'll listen when you have a point. I do that much."

"Says the wusky that doesn't want to try anything I suggest for fun," the dragon said, rolling his eyes.

"I do lots. I'm just not interested in your foot thing. How's the food?"

"Pretty decent. Gives me ideas of what to make next time."

Crisp nodded, and they went back to eating in silence. Draconicon nibbled at the peanut noodles and rice on his plate, only occasionally looking around at the wusky's sneakers. They were still there, just like always, and he shook his head slowly as he worked on clearing his plate.

"What?" Crisp asked.

"Nothing."

"Are you still that bothered that I won't take them off?"

"More just...annoyed that you don't even want to try something."

"I'm not interested in feet or paws."

"But you could be."

He wasn't even sure what his own issue was with all that, only that the longer that Crisp went with keeping his shoes on, the more that it bothered him. For a while, he'd thought that the wusky was just keeping them on so that he couldn't perv on them the way that he did with some of the people that they saw on the street or with anyone that wore flip-flops during summer, but Crisp had assured him that it wasn't the reason. The wusky just liked his shoes.

And that bothered him. He had corrupted dozens of people - intentionally or not - into having at least a low-key foot fetish. The fact that this wusky was still so resistant to it, particularly after they had been living together for this long, just drove him up the wall. It shouldn't even be possible, but here they were, dealing with that.

He cleared his plate, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned back in his chair. The dragon brought his feet up, plopping his heels right on the kitchen island that they used as a table. Crisp rolled his eyes.

"Drac, really?"

"Seriously, what's wrong with at least giving it a try."

"Are you going to pull this again?"

"Let's see. I pay 80% of the rent, I've indulged your shoe thing about a dozen times now, I'm the cook here...I don't think that it's that unreasonable to ask you to at least give it a shot for me the next time that we do have some fun."

"And this is why we haven't had any fun for weeks now."

"Hmmph."

"Besides, they're huge. Even if I wanted to have fun with them - and no offense, but I don't - what would I even do? Those monster feet are too big for anything but stomping on stuff."

"That - that's not fair."

"Hehe, what's the matter, Drac? Embarrassed about having big dumb feet?"

The black dragon blushed as he dragged his heels back off the kitchen island, shaking his head as he put them back on the floor. Crisp just chuckled, digging into his food once more and shaking his head. Draconicon did the same, shaking his head as he nibbled on some sesame desserts.

Why can't I just let this go? It'd be better for both of us if I did.

And yet, he couldn't. Not now that the gauntlet had been all but thrown down. It was one thing when someone just acted 'normal' and they didn't want to have some fun with feet. That was fine. That was just part of the way that life went. But with Crisp doing it like this...it was like having one guy with a breeding fetish living with someone else that had a fetish for birth control. Sooner or later, something was going to have to give, and considering that he'd put out the good will to give Crisp some fun shows with him in shoes, it was time for the wusky to be the one to give something up.

He just had to figure out how to do it in a way that wasn't going to fuck the both of them over or damage their friendship.

Once the dishes were done and put away, there was little to say. Crisp had to get to sleep for an early shift the next day, and Draconicon was not in a headspace to continue the story he'd been reading. They both went to their bedrooms, and soon enough, Draconicon could hear the soft mumbles and semi-snores that meant the wusky was out cold.

He, on the other hand, was staring at the ceiling and twiddling his thumbs. There were temptations bubbling away in the back of his head, and he was trying to sort through which were acceptable and which were not. After all, he was still nominally a decent person, and decent people cared about the consent of other people when it came to getting off.

The problem was, his main idea involved slightly manufacturing Crisp's consent to allow him to have a little fun with those feet. Or, paws, rather. The wusky didn't show them off much, but the dragon knew that he had paws inside those shoes rather than feet, and that meant that different options were on the table compared to what he'd have people do with his own feet.

Doing something like this would be a bad idea, Drac, he thought. You do this, and he finds out, he's going to have every right to be pissed off with you.

That was true, but there was also the chance that Crisp would like what happened, and wouldn't be as bothered.

Dick, you're getting a different voice. Stop being so tempting.

But he could just do it, just for the night. Just see how it went for the next twenty-four hours and see if it even worked in the first place. After all, there were plenty of spells that acted almost like hypnosis, and those ones didn't work unless the target wanted them to work.

...Fuck off.

But that was...accurate, annoyingly enough, and it was enough to get Drac to kick the blankets down and roll out of bed. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm going to go to hell for this."

Where the sluts and incubi roam.

"Shut up."

He slapped his erection, knowing that it was entirely the sexual drives that it was sending him that was getting him to think like this. The dragon pushed himself to his feet and walked down the hall, his cock swinging back and forth as he walked the short distance from one bedroom to another. He flicked his finger at the door before touching it, black fire appearing in the seams between the doorway and the door itself, and it opened in silent hinges as opposed to the normal squeak that would have woken the wusky from his sleep.

"Ugh..."

Draconicon shook his head. Crisp even wore the dumb white and red sneakers to bed, the laces undone but everything else pulled tight. If that wasn't a sign that this was a much-needed intervention -

Shut up, cock. I told you I'd do it, so stop trying to convince me.

Shaking his head, he walked over to the foot of the bed and knelt down, pulling the shoes off one by one. He had to take it slow, considering the fact that Crisp probably paid more attention to them than he did anything else, even his dick. They were tight around the ankles, but as he wiggled them down, finally popping one past the heel much the way that a bitch would pop off a knot when it finally shrank enough, he set them on the bed and shook his head at them, and at the wusky's damp socks.

They were, at least, well-cared for, and he could tell that they had to have been taken off at some point, considering there was no foot-smell inside the shoes. They weren't being worn that much to the point where they were filthy or anything like that. He laid them down and pulled the socks off, too, peeling them off of the wusky's feet and laying them inside of the shoes in the process.

"Finally..."

Crisp had rather different paws, he had to admit. They were white from the point where toes met foot all the way down to the heel and up to the ankle, but black from the bottom of the toes to the claws at the tips. They were slightly damp from being kept closed off, but they were already airing out, drying off properly.

"You really didn't need to keep these covered, heh. I know a few people that would have loved seeing these flaunted."

They were a different kind of paw than some. They weren't the sort that walked on tiptoe, but rather the kind that were flat but had the little 'beans' along the bottom. A single large black one stood out against the white-furred 'sole,' while each of the four black toes had a white-ish pad along the bottom. They were somewhere between feet and paws, and that was fine enough for him.

"Heh..."

Draconicon felt his cock jumping up and down a bit between his legs, and he knew that he was going to actually go through with this little fantasy. As much as he'd like to say that he could just ignore it and pretend that it had never tempted him, he'd gotten riled up enough with the possibilities ahead of him that he knew that he'd follow through. It was just a matter of how far he took it.

Not too far. Just a bit. See how he likes it first.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy it just a bit right here and now...with a bit of sleeping soles...

He stood up, flicking a finger. Crisp's feet jumped with the gesture, a hazy black circle around each ankle, holding the wusky's paws at crotch-level for the dragon. He smiled as he grabbed his dick by the base, sliding it right between them. There wasn't much of an arch to speak of due to the differing shape that the other guy had, but his roommate's feet were nice and soft, just fluffy enough to feel nice on the sides of his cock without getting so thick that it would pull at the flesh. A good balance.

Thrust, thrust, gently taking his time and enjoying the way that it felt to slide his cock between the 'forbidden soles.' He imagined taking it further, going at them for a while and then cumming all over Crisp's feet so that he had to go to work with his feet soaked in dragon cum the next day. The thought of them squishing against his side, slimed up and 'nasty' for the whole day, would have been a hot bit of revenge.

But it wasn't the sort of thing that he could just start Crisp out on. He hadn't even had the chance to find out if he liked paws or feet play properly yet. That...that would come later. If he liked it.

He groaned as he pulled his cock back from the spot between the feet, but did indulge himself by slowly sliding his shaft between the wusky's toes. They curled in Crisp's sleep in response to each touch, and he told himself that meant that Crisp was probably enjoying this on some level. He chuckled, indulging himself just a little bit as he left a little pre-cum between the digits, rubbing them gently to spread it like a slimy web between them. Maybe the wusky would notice the scent the next morning, but he doubted that Crisp would notice much else.

Come on. Can't delay too much longer here.

Shaking his head, he waved his hand through the air. Space and reality bent, and a black hole opened in mid-air. He reached in and pulled out a pair of silver bands, the rings marked along the metal with magical runes along the inside and a little dragon-head on the outside. Crisp probably wouldn't even notice them, considering that he would be 'helping' Crisp back into his shoes after this was done, but they'd do the job.

"Help it grow," he whispered to the rings. "Help his fetish grow...let him learn...let him feel...let him be curious and want to indulge..."

As his instructions settled into the magical bands, he leaned in, sliding the first one over the wusky's big toe on his right foot. The band had to stretch slightly - and that was something accomplished easily enough with Draconicon's magic - but as it slid down, Draconicon couldn't help but imagine doing this with some bigger, thicker rings, made of gold rather than silver, and what that would feel like.

How it might feel to 'claim' these feet, and show Crisp who owned them and enjoyed them. How it would feel to show Crisp what he had been holding back, what kind of things that a dragon with magic could so easily do to his friends...

No, no, you're a good dragon. You're NICE. You don't do that to people. Consent. Consent.

He forced himself to breathe out slowly, turning the ring around Crisp's toe as if he was turning a screw in place. He wasn't, but the feeling remained, and he could already feel the magic settling in, sealing the ring to the wusky's toe and ensuring that it wouldn't just slide off by accident or intent. It would only come off when the black dragon decided that it was time to come off.

"Heh...you don't know it yet...but you're going to have a very interesting day tomorrow." Draconicon smiled, leaning in to kiss the wusky's toe before sliding over to the other foot. "And if this works...you're going to have so many things that you're going to want to do."

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

And the boner in the wusky's sweatpants told him that Crisp was at least dreaming of something sexy. He flattered himself to think that it might be his own soles, but shook his head before the thought could go too far. Pushing the ring down and 'screwing' it into place just as he had the first one, Draconicon stepped back and flicked his fingers at the socks and shoes. The former floated out of the latter, stretched themselves out, and slowly wiggled down the wusky's paws. They stretched out around the base, sliding around the heel and covering that little clover-leaf down there again, before flowing up his leg up to mid-calf.

The shoes followed, popping the toes in, the laces loosened even further than before. The soft rasp of sock against shoe followed, and Draconicon saw the wusky's boner leap and dance from the sound in the little guy's sleep. He rolled his eyes, leaning over and giving it a gentle flick.

"If I had my way, you'd be bouncing like that every time you saw me walking past and saw my bare feet..."

But that might happen. It really might.

He shook his head, going so far as to tie the wusky's shoes together with his magic before he turned to leave. He needed sleep as well, and if he didn't go and get it now, he'd be up all night trying to find other kinky things to do to his roommate. He needed to save some brainpower for later.

The next day came and went, and he woke up too late to see Crisp off to work. There was nothing left behind like a note or anything that might have indicated that Crisp knew what had happened, nor were there any texts during the day to tell him that the rings were working. Drac did his best to keep his thoughts to himself, spending the day writing rather than reading, but there was always that moment where he wondered what was happening at the wusky's place of work.

His thoughts wandered, wondering if Crisp would go from serving tables to serving under them. He kept shaking his head when he had those thoughts, but they didn't really want to go away. His writing suffered slightly as a result, but the one thing that he didn't feel was guilt.

I deserve a little fun, he thought. And I'm not doing it in a way that'd force him. If he doesn't want it, it won't work. All it's doing is making him...aware. Aware of the possibilities...

And aware of his paws. That was one of the big things that he liked about the spell. It wasn't that it gave someone a foot or paw fetish, but rather, it made them aware of their feet or paws in a way that they normally weren't. They were aware of how they liked, how they felt when contained, how sensitive they could be, and all sorts of other little details normally buried by day to day life. In his experience, that always led to being curious about other things, and past that, curious about what sort of things you could do to be kinky with your feet.

The question was, would Crisp actually fall into that, or would he be so focused on his shoes and his own likes that he'd not slide into that sort of curiosity? He had half-expected a few texts with roundabout questions during the day, but they never came.

He'd all but given up on getting anything productive done for the day when he heard the door open and close. Getting to his feet, he leaned his head out of the bedroom, looking down the hall, across the living room and kitchen, and saw the wusky at the front door -

Oh. Yes.

And Crisp was wearing flip-flops rather than his usual sneakers, and no socks to be seen, either. He counted that as a double-win, and he smiled all the more when he saw that the rings were still in place. As Crisp turned to lock the door, he even went up on tiptoes, and the wusky had a clear little shudder that went down his spine, clearly thinking about someone looking at his paws.

And they were nice and soft, a little bit damp-looking, the sort of visual appeal that he always enjoyed. He chuckled as his cock throbbed beneath his pants, stepping out of his room properly.

"Long day?" he asked.

Crisp whipped around. This time, the wusky's eyes went down, all the way down -

Oh, yes, indeed.

And then back up, a little hint of a boner in those tight shorts before he was able to clear his throat and nod.

"Just a bit. I was - uh, I mean - ahem. What's for dinner?"

"Made some tacos around lunch-time. Plenty of leftovers."

"Perfect."

"Grab a seat on the couch. I'll plate us up."

Crisp blushed a bit, as well he should. They hadn't eaten at the couch for a while, and the last time that they had, Draconicon had interrupted the meal with a playful handjob. That had been the go-to for something that ended up being a nice frotting session with a hint of oral toward the end, though Crisp had been a bit embarrassed to go that far and hadn't wanted to talk too much about it after. The poor pup really got embarrassed far too easily.

But he went to the couch regardless, sitting down and getting as comfortable as he could. Draconicon gave those flip-flops a glance, intentionally making it clear what he was staring at.

And to his pleasure, the wusky put his feet out a bit further, almost letting one of the flip-flops slide off his toes before he caught himself. Crisp blushed up a storm for that, but Draconicon just smiled and went to the kitchen...but not before adjusting his boner in a very, very deliberate way that made it show all the more on one side of his pants.

Once dinner was plated and heated up, he joined the wusky at the couch, leaning back and sitting with his back to the armrest and his feet out and on the wusky's lap. They were almost on his plate, and would have been until Crisp put the plate on the dragon's legs. Draconicon chuckled.

"Sorry. Guess there's no-place else to put my 'big dumb feet'."

"...Sorry for calling them that."

"No problem. Just saying, they're too big to go anywhere else."

He could feel the slight start of a boner under his heel, and he took advantage of that, grinding his heels down every so often. Crisp kept huffing and hissing through clenched teeth, his hands shaking as he fed himself the tacos. Draconicon didn't do too much more than that, but he did favor the wusky with a few toe curls, pulling them tight then fanning them out a little bit. Each time that he did, the wusky stopped what he was doing, staring down at them, nostrils flaring ever so slightly.

Hmmm, curious about the scent, maybe? Or something else...

He would have been lying if he said that his dick was anything but rock-hard at the possibilities of where this was going. He wanted this. He wanted to see just how far he could push Crisp, how many ways he could show the wusky how to have fun underfoot, and -

"D-Drac?" Crisp stuttered.

"Hmmm?"

"How, um...how much do you think...we could do tonight?"

"Depends. Do you mean chores...or fun?"

"Mmmph. Are you seriously going to make me ask?"

"Crisp, how many times have I set it up so you didn't have to ask, hmm? How many times have I made it so that it just happens?"

"...A lot."

"So, maybe this time, you can indulge me. Tell me what you want to do, and tease my ego a bit."

There was silence after that, a silence that was only broken up by the occasional hiss as the dragon dragged his heel across the boner that had filled in the wusky's pant legs. He was clearly all kinds of pent-up, and Draconicon doubted that he'd be able to hold back his urges for long. It was just a matter of whether he'd go off to jerk off or whether he wanted to find out if all those new fantasies were as good as he imagined that they'd be.

Draconicon waited, one hand behind his back, the other idly adjusting his own bulge, rubbing his cock from side to side along one thigh. He hummed the Jeopardy theme, and Crisp groaned.

"Do you have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Be that...cocky."

"We both know what you're going to do."

"...Damn it." Crisp blushed as he chuckled. "Fine. Drac...could you, um...could we do a foot fetish session tonight? Just so I can...you know..."

"Heh. Sure. You can start with bringing your legs up. And you can do it while I put my 'big dumb feet' in your face."

Even as the wusky dragged his paws off the ground and out of his flip-flops, he could tell that they were both going to be going at it a bit faster than usual. The other times that they'd had fun, they'd held back, teased each other, played around a little bit before leaping into the hot and heavy stuff. This time, Crisp was all but chomping at the bit for the fun part. Even if Draconicon decided to tease, he wasn't sure that the wusky would be willing to let him; they were bound for footjob-town by the end of the night, he imagined, and that...that thought had his cock throbbing quite a bit more than usual.

Grabbing Crisp's ankles and remembering how they'd looked seized in his magical shackles just the night before, he brought the soft soles to his face. They were furry and just a hint musky and damp, and he breathed it in, taking in the gentle scent. Oh, the things that he planned to do to -

"Oh god..."

He opened one eye, looking between Crisp's toes to see that the wusky was nuzzling against his own broad soles, the canine's nostrils flaring as he sucked in the scent. Draconicon smiled, his boner twitching beneath his pants as he felt the puffing jets of air between his toes and along his soles, and it only got better when Crisp started licking of his own volition.

Yes, that's it...get licking...get used to the taste...

Because he was sure as fuck going to be putting that dog underfoot again regularly if he liked this even a little bit. This was hot.

He groaned, using a bit of magic to cheat and keep those paws up and supported in front of him without having to use his hands. With them freed, he dragged his tongue along the bottom of the wusky's soles, giving the fur and the pads equal treatment. The taste that had lingered there at first disappeared, replaced with the simple taste of fur and skin and the little bit of musky heat that never entirely faded from such places. He smiled, kissing his way along the pads to the ringed toes.

"Mmm, feels like you're enjoying this."

"Mmmph...I don't...it's just..."

Crisp broke off as the dragon pulled the ringed toe on the right foot into his mouth, giving the big toe a gentle suck before letting it pop free again. As the wusky groaned, the dragon repeated the action down the line of toes, giving each one a little lick, a nibble at the base, and a slow suck back towards the tip.

It didn't take long before Crisp was repeating the same thing along the dragon's foot, and both of them were huffing, puffing, and panting from the pleasure that they were getting. He could tell that it was brand new for Crisp, but for him? Oh, it was a familiar pleasure in a new vein with a new partner. He fondled his cock again, slowly reaching down to unzip it, dragging it down slowly and drawing out the sound to make sure the wusky heard it.

Crisp looked down just as Draconicon fished his cock out, and the dragon smiled, flicking it back and forth. After a moment, the wusky dragged down the front of his shorts, letting his own boner out.

"Thirteen inches against...how many again?" he teased, stroking himself.

"Mmmph...seven."

"That looks about right. It's going to completely disappear between my feet, but -"

"Mmph..."

"Oh-ho, you like that thought?"

"Stop...teasing...and just do it."

"Heh, as long as you do the same."

It took a little bit of negotiating position, but they soon had each other's feet and paws in the right place. Draconicon smiled as his cock dwarfed the wusky's paws while his own feet were more than big enough to completely smother the dog's shaft with just one foot. He batted it between his feet, keeping a smile on his face even as some of his scales burned, while Crisp huffed and puffed, trying to keep a hint of dignity and decorum about himself. Draconicon didn't let him, clapping his feet together.

"MMPH!"

"Go on. Let it happen. But don't stop stroking me..."

While the dragon could use one or both feet as he chose, teasing that shaft however he liked, Crisp had to use his toes to really get a grip on the dragon's cock, and every stroke pressed them tight to his shaft, so tight that he could feel the rings against his cock. Knowing that they were there and Crisp either didn't know or didn't care made it all the hotter, almost like he had already corrupted or claimed those feet to begin with. He closed his eyes, groaning under his breath as his cock started oozing that much faster, dripping along those digits.

As his pre-cum made it slicker, Crisp sped up his strokes, and the dragon did the same, trapping the wusky's shaft between his feet and stroking them up and down. The slick hole of his slimed-up arches - wet with spit and pre-cum - meant that he could jerk his friend off as hard as he liked, and Crisp was clearly having a hard time taking it, losing the rhythm more than once as he was jerked off.

"Heh, something the matter? Too much for you?" he teased.

"Nnngh...it's just...hotter than I thought."

"Maybe you should do it more often. Get used to the idea from cumming from feet. And having others cum on yours."

"Nnngh...Drac...you..."

"Get them all slimy and messy...remember your place...a little footjob slut...your paws all mine to play with..."

It wasn't just for Crisp's sake that he was talking about it like that. Everything he said went right down to his dick, making him stiffer, harder, more eager. He panted for breath as he helped Crisp pull at his cock, those paws tensing and twitching against him as much as his cock throbbed against them. Crisp moaned, whimpered, his cock throbbing.

"Go on. Let it all out. Show me...show me how much you like getting off to my feet...and how much you love...using your paws to get me off..."

That did it. The wusky popped, and the dragon went off right after him. They both moaned, sagging against the opposite arms of the couch as they oozed and spurted and oozed some more, soaking each other's feet with thick seed. The wusky kept going for quite a while, but nothing entirely beat a dragon orgasm. Draconicon smiled as he felt the thick load oozing down along those toes and soles.

Yeah...yeah, he likes it...

He bit off the chuckle that wanted to come out, knowing that it'd need an explanation. For now, it could go without saying. Those rings could stay on a bit longer, and Crisp could keep learning about whether he liked this sort of thing or not. After all, the rings only had enough magic in them to keep him curious, not force him to do anything. He'd just be...interested, not compelled.

Of course, he could do that, and maybe he would, but not without permission. Not without making it a scene.

They both settled in to relax and come down from the high of that quick double-footjob, neither of them paying much attention to the thick load of slime slowly creeping down each other's feet, nor the fact that Draconicon had just let loose a load of magic cum right over those enchanted rings...

The End

Summary: Draconicon and Crisp, roommates, end up having a little 'discussion' about the dragon's foot fetish and his desire for Crisp to give it a shot.

Tags: M/M, Wusky, Dragon, Draconicon, Foot Fetish, Mind Control, Corruption, Toe Rings, Shoes, Footjob, Worship, Introduction, Learning Kink, Friends, Roommates,