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His First Feet For Sunkit by Draconicon

The spinning portal was something that his master was most curious about, and Strike wasn't sure that he would be able to come back and report on it. However, one did not refuse King Sombra, and he knew that he had little choice in the matter, anyway.

Still, he took a moment to examine the portal, just taking in what he would be dealing with. The unicorn circled it, looking at the blue light that circled the white hole in the air, and he wondered what was on the other side. There was no doubt in his mind that something was over there, as there always was. It was no different than any of the bigger portals that he'd seen opened by some of the more powerful unicorns.

The question was, as ever, what. The few glimpses through offered no clues, nor did it show anything that was familiar from Equestria. The creatures they had seen - when the white had faded for a few seconds - were nothing like what anyone had seen here.

It could only be another world...and he would be the scout to see it.

I just hope that the King doesn't replace me, Strike thought as he stepped through the portal.

There was a moment of falling, of feeling like he had slipped off of a cliff, before a sudden swell of water smacked him in the face. The unicorn was carried into some vast river, and before he realized it, he was dragged beneath the surface and blacked out.

It was the light of a fire that woke him up, eventually. The unicorn groaned as he pulled his head off of the ground, shaking it from side to side before wincing.

"Don't move too much. You hit your head pretty hard during your swim."

The voice jolted him to his feet, but he was too shaky to stay on them for long. In a second or two, he slipped back to laying on his stomach. Mostly to keep from looking too weak to stand, considering he would have fallen over after another second. Groaning at the headache that had overcome him when he'd moved, Strike slowly looked up and over at the speaker.

He had never seen anything like it back home. It had a rudder-like tail, and its feet and hands were webbed, like something that spent a lot of time swimming. Its ears stuck up and were just a little bit rounded, and the creature was covered in fur from head to toe, mostly brown, but with a bit of a lighter color along its belly. It wore a loincloth, too, something that surprised the unicorn; he didn't know that anybody would ever wear something like that.

The creature put a bit of wood onto the fire, just enough to keep it going, but it was enough to send sparks into the air. The soft crackle brought a wave of heat with it, and Strike nodded his appreciation. Slowly. He wasn't trying to make his head explode in discomfort, after all.

"Thanks for..Where am I?"

"Not too far from the City."

"The...what?"

"The City. Lots of weird stuff happening there. Kind of thought you came out of it, considering how you popped out of thin air."

"Out...You mean there wasn't a portal?"

"If you mean one of those light circles, no."

Strike's heart sank. If there was no portal on this side, getting home just got a lot more complicated. He hoped that there was a way, but if there was a city where this sort of thing happened all the time...

"Where is the city?"

"City. It's the only City around, so it's bigger."

"Okay...where is it?"

The creature shrugged.

"I don't go there. If you're not from it, you probably shouldn't, either."

"Is it dangerous?"

"I don't know. But nobody goes in and out of it, except people that live there."

The unicorn sighed. It sounded like a magic place, alright, though more dangerous than anything back home. He wondered if he dared actually go there; he'd have to if he wanted to get home, but...

Too many problems, too many things that he'd have to solve, and nobody to help him. He laid his head down, and only looked up again when the creature walked over to him. The thing was talking, but his attention was distracted by the strange things that it had instead of hooves.

He had seen feet like this on some of the dragons in his world, but they'd been covered in scales, in claws, in all sorts of hard and dangerous things that kept one from looking for too long. Plus they tended to be ready to hurt you, if they realized that you were around. He never looked too long at them out of pure self preservation, so these were more new.

Five little toes, each one connected with a bit of webbing between them. They splayed out a bit when the creature talked, and when the creature adjusted its weight, he could just make out the way that the flesh flattened a bit under the pressure. It was so different from seeing hooves, so very unique, and...exotic.

He felt a bit of a stirring under him as he stared at the creature's strange feet, and he felt rather grateful that he was laying on his belly, keeping his sheath and his cock from being visible to the stranger. Strike adjusted himself a bit, keeping himself flat as he could, but he was brought out of his thoughts with a little tap on his head.

"Hello? Are you listening?"

"Hmm?"

"I was telling you all about the City and everything. And I even told you my name."

"I'm sorry. I was...distracted."

"If you were Distracted, what are you now?"

"Oh, um...Strike."

"Well, I am Animorph."

"That's a...different kind of name."

"So is Strike." The creature sat down beside him, his feet still in the pony's vision. "You were staring. Why?"

"I..."

Strike blushed, looking down, and at the creature's feet.

"I couldn't help but see these. They look so...different. And appealing."

"Oh? I've heard some people call them that, but usually that's in one of the traveling brothels, when people are looking for something unique."

"Are your people the only ones with these?"

"Heh, not at all. There's different sorts for every species. They all look different."

So many different feet...The unicorn looked down at his own body again, thinking of the number of hooves that he'd seen. How many of them had looked different, other than being different sizes? How many of them had been unique, or interesting?

Nearly none. He'd been allowed to play with his master's hooves a few times, as well as some of the guards, and they'd become very...similar...after a while. No unique features, nothing that made them particularly interesting. These feet, however...they were quite interesting.

"May I..."

"May you what?"

"May I play with them?"

"That's a different question. But I have had some foot attention before, and I liked it then."

The creature sat back, pointing his soles towards the unicorn.

"Why not? Please, play with them to your heart's content."

Blushing at the invitation, Strike leaned his head forward, and began to lick at the soles. The first taste was one of sweat and musk, and he blushed as he dragged his tongue along the underside. It was so different to hooves, so soft and so, so giving in comparison. The flesh seemed to almost melt under his tongue, and he groaned softly to himself as he took in the taste and the texture and the sheer exoticness in each lick.

He dragged his tongue from the calloused heel all the way up to the toes, and the difference in texture left him utterly shocked. It was like he was licking something like butter, considering how soft the toes were, and how much of a salty taste was around them.

"Do you like it?"

The sudden question made him blush worse, but the unicorn slowly nodded his head. Feeling he could trust the creature, he turned himself onto his side, letting his cock finally slide out into the open.

"Heh, looks like you're liking it quite a bit. Go on. Show me how much you enjoy my feet. I'm liking it too."

Strike was more than happy to deliver on that. He pushed his muzzle flat against the creature's feet, enjoying the way that it smooshed against his nose, how the scent was all the stronger as a result. He loved the feeling of the soft soles rubbing against his cheeks, how it all made it so much better to be under them. They were so much better than a pair of hooves, and this was just the first pair. How would it feel to be under all the different pairs in the world?

His cock throbbed wildly at the thought alone, reaching full erection against the ground and starting to drool with pre. Strike could feel that his fear was still there, still bubbling beneath his new excitement, but it was quiet now. All the new opportunities of this world, all the things he could see, had more or less smashed it flat.

Licking again, he dragged his tongue from heel to toes, again and again, until the undersides of the creature's feet were completely slicked up with saliva. The firelight reflected off of them, and Strike groaned as he looked at them, unable to look away. It was like they had taken on some sort of supernatural nature, like they were...greater than they were. Almost magical, and they made him so very, very aroused.

The familiar sound of a cock being tended to made him look up, and Strike chuckled at the sight of the creature jerking himself off. He pulled himself to his feet, and walked up to the creature's crotch.

"I can help you with that...if you'll help me with mine."

"Heh...do you want my feet or -"

"Your feet. Definitely, definitely your feet."

"I can agree to that."

Strike lowered his head, taking the head of the creature's cock into his mouth, while those webbed toes and slick soles pressed against his shaft. They moaned together, and Strike already imagined what it would be like, traveling this world and finding others for fun.

Hopefully, wonderful.

The End