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Chapter Fifteen

Geraldine was in her home reading an article about a homosexual couple being arrested for kissing in public. Yes, FOR KISSING, not for having sex in public! Nevertheless, Geraldine chuckled, bearing her teeth together, and said, "Jail is where all gay and lesbian people should go. Then we'd be free of them forever."

She snarled when she came across another article. This particular article summarized a gay pride gathering last week in Tallahassee, Florida. "Ugh! These sinful people should be ashamed of themselves! Being gay or lesbian is not something to be proud of; they should view it as a curse! A curse, in which they should be cleansed of." she screeched, closing her laptop shut. She swore under her breath, and walked herself to the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe time in warm water would alleviate Geraldine. "Damn the gays. Damn them to Hell!" she said, whispering to herself.

As Geraldine got out of the shower dripping wet, she shook herself dry, like all furry animals do, and put a towel over her waist, covering the lower half of her body. She even got a second towel to cover her breasts. (Sorry perverts!) Walking out of the bathroom, the elder tigress got back on her laptop, and went to the homosexual-hating site she made: The one that Sissy is blamed for, www.Ihategays.com. Logging in, she began typing a new entry in the blog section of the site. It went a little something like:

So, I learned that Tallahassee had a gay pride parade and gathering last week. The nerve of them, having those beasts celebrate something that will give them a one-way ticket to the underworld of Hell, where they'll spend all eternity in the flames of despair-as punishment for choosing to celebrate sin. The Lord, our God, made Adam and EVE, not Adam and STEVE! Also, marriage is looked upon the unity of one male and one female. I support abolishing same sex marriage, but it looks like the days of true marriage is coming to an end. Everyone who went to that goddamn LGBT gathering should have been dragged out on the street and shot, or at least set on fire. Tallahassee, why? Why could you do this to me? For the next gay pride event, I'll bomb it, to begin the end of something disgraceful.

~Sissy Walker

When Geraldine finished submitting her latest entry to her site, she closed her laptop, sending it into standby mode. Her cell phone rang-and rang-and rang.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Hold your horses!" Geraldine shouted, walking toward the phone, disconnecting the charger from said cell phone. She pressed the green button, labeled "Call", and spoke into it.

"Talk to me." said Geraldine, speaking into the phone.

A gruff sounding voice was heard on the other line. "How could you say something like that? You have some nerve to degrade homosexual couples like that." said the voice. The voice, one could say, sounded like that of a trucker or a wrestler. "I found the site you created. And the police will find out, once I tell them your IP address."

"Sir, sir, I have every right to say my opinion about the goddamn homosexuals." Geraldine replied, clearly annoyed. "And I ask you not to call me again! How did you get my number, anyway?" she then asked, raising her voice and raising an eyebrow.

"If you don't mind," the caller spoke. "I have a few questions to ask you. First question, why did you create the anti-homosexual website? What was your motive? Are you really that cold?" The caller went on-and-on, asking Geraldine all sorts of questions regarding the anti-gay and lesbian site she created.

"Sir, sir, I don't have to answer any of your fucking questions. This conversation is over. OVER!" Geraldine then disconnected herself from the call, and slammed her cell phone back on the table. "The nerve of these callers. Getting into my damn business is so uncouth in so many levels!" she groaned, anger pulsating through her veins. The elder tigress felt like throwing something. Her rage was showing.

Geraldine took a deep breath. How was the mysterious caller able to get her number? She didn't put her phone number online, so the best plausible reason is that, maybe, she got hacked.

Soon, her mobile phone rang again, and Geraldine answered it.

"Hello? With whom am I speaking with?" she spoke into the phone.

"I know who you are. You are the true creator of the anti-homosexual site. You are putting the blame on your daughter, Sissy, as a way to retaliate for her defending Isabel." the voice, a feminine sounding voice said from the other line.

Geraldine was appalled. Her plan was unraveled by a mysterious stranger. Speaking into the phone, she replied by saying, "How did you... Why did... HOW DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THAT?!" Geraldine shrieked into the phone. Her heart was racing and she was sweating. Now, that the truth was out, Geraldine didn't know what to expect.

"Oh, I know everything. I'm a psychic. Plus, your aura is red too, which meant you've done something wrong, and that thing was the site, that you created." On the other line was Argyle, using his best feminine voice he could make. He, Shadow, Nova, Cain, and Eloise worked well and hard, night and day, for answers. They unraveled all possible clues, and now they were on their way of clearing Sissy's name.

The call disconnected, and Geraldine was left standing, like a statue, in the middle of her living room. She didn't move at all. She appeared frozen. Geraldine dropped her phone, which slammed against her toes. That brought her to attention. Looking down at her footpaws, she picked up her phone, and placed it back on the table.

"I... Have got to get out of here." Geraldine huffed. "Like, right now."

Argyle soon placed my phone back on its receiver. "Who ever thought that IP addresses could be so useful?" the tux cat asked, chuckling. He then sat down on my recliner, propped his footpaws onto the footrest, and sprawled his toes apart, wiggling them some. The cat smirked at me. He thought that this was a good opportunity for him to take advantage of my footpaw fetish.

Argyle kept on wiggling his toes, and I tried my best not to look at the cat's footpaws. He began taunting me, saying, "Come on, Shadow. You know you want to lick my footpaws. I don't wear shoes; my footpaws are musky. They are so musky. My footpaws are so musky, one whiff of them will make you get hooked."

I bit my lower lip. As I gazed upon Argyle's wiggling toes, I found myself walking towards them, like if I was being magnetically pulled to Argyle's footpaws. The tuxedo cat was right. His footpaws were mighty musky. The scent was already getting into my nostrils. Once again, my love for footpaws overwhelmed me as I picked up Argyle's right footpaw. I examined it, looking at the humanoid footpaw. I saw his paw pads, so majestic, succulent, tasty they are, I simply had to lick them! Pulling Argyle's right footpaw close to my maw, the cat warmly smiled to me as I opened my maw, curling my tongue out. When my tongue made contact with Argyle's footpaw soles, he began purring. My inner paw slut was unlocked, not that I hated it, as I began licking Argyle's footpaws.

"Shaaaaaaaaaaaadoooooowwwwww!!" Argyle said, murring, feeling my tongue drag over the underside of his footpaws and in between his toes. "I gotta say, having my footpaws licked by you is a excellent stress reliever, not to mention it soothes the pain in footpaws too." He then gave me a wink, and then placed his handpaws to the back of his head. "Now, don't forget to suck on my toes, puppy." Argyle added, giggling.

The tux cat soon sprawled out his toes, and I gulped and looked down. I was becoming hard as concrete as my cock was already out of its sheath. Argyle grinned at this. Lifting up his other footpaw, the cat wedged the toes through my cock, and began stroking it to make it even harder. I moaned and began sucking on Argyle's toes. Moaning, Argyle could feel his cock erect and throbbing.

"Thoroughly clean my footpaws Shadow. I've been walking on them all week long, so much so that they reek." Argyle chuckled, grinding his other footpaw on my cock. I moaned, licking in between the toes of the cat's footpaw I've been licking. Murring, Argyle began petting my head. "Mm, maybe I should make you my own paw slut Dalmatian." he said, flicking his tail. "That way, you'll be cleaning my footpaws 24/7. What do you say?"

In response, I began kissing Argyle's footpaws, groveling them, like if Argyle was royal. (Which makes sense because back in ancient Egypt, cats were considered royal. Others considered cats to be demonic, but mostly, cats were considered to be royal.)

Argyle moaned as he began pawing himself off. Pre was oozing out from my cock as I heard the tuxedo cat moan and purr. He was pawing off for me, all because I was licking his footpaws. "He-he, I'll take that as a yes." answered Argyle.

I thrust my body, feeling myself reach my climax as Argyle kept on teasing me with his footpaws. He then switched positions, showing me both his footpaws and wiggling his toes to me. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGHH!!!" I roared, shooting out streams of warm Dalmatian spunk all over Argyle's footpaws. The cat wriggled his toes and smirked to me. He felt my cum in between his toes. "Nnnnnnggh... Shadow... I want you to... Clean... My... AAAAAAAAAHHHHGHH!" Argyle began to say, but he reached climax, cumming all over me. I knew what Argyle was going to say. This time, I grabbed both of his footpaws and began lapping the cum off his footpaws. Argyle's footpaws were that sexy, and it was a honor to cover them with my cum.

Argyle purred and smiled as I licked his footpaws clean. "Man, I love footpaw lovers. They are so much fun to play with, especially you Shadow." he said, placing his footpaws on my back, using me as a footpaw stool.

"Your footpaws turn me on. They arouse me." I replied.

Argyle wiggled his toes, feeling my saliva, mixed with my cum, in between them. "It's an honor just to hear that from you, Shadow. My footpaws and I thank you." he then gave me a hug, in which I embraced him, and he rubbed his footpaws on my balls as a way of saying thanks.

After this day, when I go to sleep, I'll be having wet dreams about Argyle's footpaws.