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Chapter Sixteen

After Argyle retracted back his footpaws, he got up. Turning to us, us being Nova, Cain, Eloise, and me, he said, "Today has been fun, but it's getting dark outside, so I better be getting home now." Until he said that, the five of us were at my and Nova's apartment. Something in me wanted to go with him, so I stood up, and grabbed onto Argyle's left handpaw as he opened the door with his right. The tux cat stopped in his tracks and turned around, facing me.

"Argyle, may I come with you?" I asked, blushing a deep red. I was red as a tomato.

The tux cat smirked at me. "Why? Do you love my footpaws that much? Do you want to be with them as I sleep?" he asked, wriggling his toes on the carpet.

I let out a soft sounding murr. I wanted to be close to Argyle's footpaws as possible.

"I don't see why not." Argyle winked at me. "Come on then, Shadow."

I followed Argyle back to his Victorian home. Seeing all the Victorian artwork, furniture, and other things, it made me realize that I'll never grow tired of seeing these. The tuxedo cat did a superb job decorating; everything looked sublime. I even joked to Argyle, by saying, "Argyle, are you sure you're not stuck in the present?" He replied by ordering me to kneel in front of the sofa. I wondered why at first, but when the cat sat down, he pressed both his footpaws onto my face. I LOVED that!

"Hope you're ready for round two, because I want you to lick my footpaws again!" Argyle said, wiggling his toes in front of me, chortling. I couldn't get enough of the tux cat's footpaws that I grabbed Argyle's right footpaw and dragged my tongue against the sole.

"Murr. Make sure you really clean my footpaws well, you paw slut!" Argyle said, happily.

I nodded. By being a paw slut, it felt it was my certain duty to make sure paws were: taken care of, cleaned (by "clean", I mean "licked"), and worshiped. As I gazed upon the footpaws of the tuxedo cat, I felt an energy of lust rush through me. I grabbed Argyle's damp right footpaw, as graciously as I could, and wedged my snout in between the toes. The musky scent of the tuxedo cat's footpaws were enough to send me into a state of bliss. Once I was there, I felt like I was in a realm for footpaw lovers.

"Mm... I am not worthy of your godly footpaws, Argyle." I said, beginning to worship his footpaws. I licked and licked all over his footpaws, making sure I don't miss any spots. As my tongue trailed over Argyle's paw pads, I let out a lustful moan. I needed to be with this cat's footpaws forever!

Argyle chuckled at this. Never in his life, did he have someone who wanted to be with his footpaws. "So you're not worthy for my footpaws huh?" he asked, smiling at me. I gazed to his smile, hearing his purrs, and blushed, nodding my head ever so slowly. I looked at Argyle's big, bare footpaws for a long period of time, and sure enough, I gotten hard again.

I continued worshiping the tuxedo cat's footpaws, kissing the soles and licking in between his toes, and kept telling him that his footpaws were, "The most exquisite footpaws in the world, and that he needed to make his footpaws even more sexier."

Argyle looked down, his purrs becoming louder, and noticed my cock slipping out of its sheath. Speaking up, he said, "Shadow, it looks to me you really love my footpaws. And who wouldn't? They're big, beautiful, and bare! The triple B's." He wiggled his toes as he said that.

Big, beautiful, and bare. I'll forever keep those words in my mind. The only footpaws I care about are bare footpaws. I am the kind of guy who likes to see the footpaws of every existing fur.

"Argyle, thanks for letting me sleep at your place." I said, blushing and looking at his footpaws. "I'm so going to have sweet dreams tonight!" I wagged my tail just thinking about the dreams of Argyle's footpaws-those white-furred kitty footpaws.

Argyle purred. "And are those dreams going to be about my footpaws?" he asked.

I nuzzled those kitty footpaws, blushing and murring soft. "Maybe." I giggled. As I gazed upon Argyle's footpaws lovingly, I realized that I was becoming attracted to them. I could feel my love for them quivering through my veins. I had to stop myself from licking Argyle's footpaws in order to get me under control.

The tuxedo cat chuckled, grinning at me, bearing his teeth. He pushed his footpaws up, wiggling his toes as I stood up. "I want you to cum all over my toes." Argyle purred loudly to me, flicking his tail. "Do you think you can do that for me?"

"Of course, you're asking a paw fetishist-one who loves paws wet or musky-to cum all over your footpaws." I smirked to Argyle.

"I'll be honored to have this opportunity."

Argyle purred, a pink blush appearing on his face. "Murr... Then get to it." he said.

Without hesitation, I grabbed onto my cock and gave it a few jolting jerks. I kept my gaze locked on the cat's footpaws before going all out, vigorously jerking off in front of Argyle, panting. I never felt so turned on in my life!

To keep me going, Argyle said, "Shadow, think of my BARE footpaws. Think of how MUSKY my PAW PADS and TOES are! They want your love, and I'm giving my footpaws their request." The tuxedo cat was having fun with me, wiggling his toes and wedging them in between my penis to check if I was reaching climax. I moaned, murred, and kept at it, pleasing myself. Pre-cum was oozing out from my cock tip.

Argyle wiggled his toes in between my cock, feeling it throb and pulsate, as he exclaimed, "Come on, Shadow. I want you to have the biggest cum blast you can possibly blow!" He then removed his toes from my cock, wiggling them in view, arousing me more. I feel as if I was starring in a footpaw fetish porno when I do shit like this, but I don't give a fuck.

I was grinding my right handpaw on my penis, melting inside, as the glorious moment finally came. "Nnnnnnnnnngggh... Argyle! It's. About. Time. To. Cuuuuuuuuuuuummm!" I said to the cat, and then I came hard as white Dalmatian spunk jolted out of my penis, like a bomb detonating, splattering all over Argyle's toes. "WHOO! Now, THAT'S what I call a cum blast!" Argyle exclaimed, happily.

Bringing his footpaws to my snout, after I finished cumming, he said, wiggling his toes with a smirk, "Clean them."

I grab onto Argyle's soft-but damp-footpaws, like how an obedient pet obeys his or her master. I open my maw, letting my tongue curl on out, until it made contact with Argyle's toes. Now, the fun can begin!

The tuxedo cat soon closed his eyes, purring happily, as he felt my tongue wedge in between his toes, licking the creamy cum off. "Mmmmmhhh... I'll owe you for this one, Shadow." replied Argyle.

"I'll repay you back someway, somehow for this." He didn't have to do this, but I didn't want to start an argument. I learned that the hard way, with Nova. I'm not going into full detail, but let's just say it nearly cost our friendship. Instead, I focused on the thing I've found arousing and enlightening: licking Argyle's toes.

"Shadow, ooh, right there! Ah! Yeah, that's my sweet spot!" As I kept on licking my cum off of Argyle's footpaws, I kept on hearing the cat say how I was licking all the spots he wanted me to lick, as well the lustful sounding moans coming from him. Argyle's moans were music to my ears. (If not, alluring to hear.)

I let out a quaint moan, looking up to Argyle. He murred as I began sucking on his toes. The tux cat then wiggled his toes in my maw, grinning. God, he KNEW how to please me! "Ah, you wanted to make sure you thoroughly cleaned my footpaws?" Argyle asked me.

I firmly nodded my head yes.

Argyle smiled, winked at me, and then retracted back his footpaws. "Okay, that will do for tonight, Shadow. We should need our sleep, since it's dark outside. I'll let you sleep next to my footpaws, that is, if you want to."

"I. Think. That. Will. Be. A. Terrific. Idea." I said, enunciating my speech.

Argyle led me up to his bed. Since we both like to sleep naked, we decided to snuggle together for warmth, since we decided not to use the covers. So we climbed into bed, with Argyle lying on the right side of the bed and me the left, and I was met with a nice view of Argyle's footpaw soles. Seeing them all wrinkly and a little damp, made me imagine them being musky one-hundred ten percent!

We then fell into a deep sleep, with my snout smoosh between Argyle's toes.