The Feet Complex
Finally, my second ever piece of work on this account! I thought I'd come back from my hiatus with a bit of a bang so here's a nice juicy story!
The Feet Complex _ By ** __ **NikoKarro _
"Come on, asshole! It's not that hard!"
Matt growled fiercely, his sharp, yellow eyes firmly glued to the large TV attached to his living room wall. The young, striped tiger wanted nothing more than to kick back with a cold beer and watch a relaxing game of football but when the goalie was a complete twat and missed every save and penalty, that was a little bit difficult to get into. The rather irritated feline leaned to hitch up his jeans a little bit, fidgeting uncomfortably and adjusting his black tank top a little better to accomodate his rather muscular figure. Matt rested his soft feet on a small stall in front of the couch. Now and then, his adorable, white toes would wiggle and squirm while his concentration on the game became more intense. His enormous size 19 feet were quite monstrous to be honest, even if they looked insanely ticklable.
Again, and again, and again, there was not a single save in the entire game, but of course, he had to keep watching, just for the satisfaction of knowing that his team was going to have the most embarrassing defeat in the history of televised football. With each blink of his heavy eye-lids, the clock seem to tick several minutes at a time, and soon, several hours before he realised it was the middle of the night. Maybe it was his vision blurring from the amount of alcohol gushing through his system, but everything looked like one big colour...Matt tried to think for a moment and look around him, trying to get his bearings while sitting up a little bit straighter on his couch. He could've sworn he'd just seen something dart across his window across from the room...like a shadow, quickly passing by the room...perhaps even watching him.
Matt could only put this whole 'seeing shadow people' business down to him having been more wasted than a poorly-executed one-liner.
"I'll just...I-I nee.....I' sl-sleepy..." he murmured with a rather clumsy yawn as the whole world turned black and the poor tiger was fast asleep.
"Fuck...that was close..."
A short hooded figure stood outside of the tiger's house, his back pressed firmly to the wall beside the lounge window. Small drops of rain began to saturate the cool night, and a large storm was beginning to brew in the concoction of foreboding clouds in the sky; a signal for the young hoodie to seek shelter where he had intended to find it.
Climbing in through an unlocked window in the kitchen, the intruder was finally able to uncover himself. He pulled down his hood and let two flffy, black ears flop down behind his head. The rest of his dark fur was exposed after he pulled his heavy jacket from his body and dumped it on the countertop. The dark rabbit was now comfortably accomodated, straightening his white shirt and grey trousers until it felt looser and less creased.
"Man, I am so glad he left some kind of opening...That makes this a shitload easier," Remy told himself with an almost evil chortle.
"Where are you, sexy kitty...?" The rabbit snuck around the house, looking for his victim, poking his head through every doorway, determined to find the lounge which he'd seen the tiger reclining in.
"Found you," the rabbit snickered, cautiously tip-toeing into the living room and approaching the massive cat, in awe of the stunning figure before him: his perfectly toned chest, the bulge in his tight jeans, every part of this naughty kitty, he wanted to suck, lick and most of all, fuck to pieces.
"I better get to work," he told himself deviously as he got to grabbing the tiger's wrists, using a nice thick rope to restrain them to the legs of the couch. As he did so he ran his hands along the beast's muscular arms, shaking slightly from the excitement of finally getting to lay hands on his prize.
His feet were next, of course. Remy made quick work of restraining the boy's ankles to the stall and making sure they were completely immobilised. The next step was definitely to tied his toes together; he just needed to see those massive, sweaty soles restrained and in distress, so he spared an extra bit of rope and got to work, wrapping it around the tiger's two big toes, rubbing them intently as he did so, feeling the soft white fur on his hands and the reaction as they toes tried to struggle free from his grasp.
"Phew, now I can get to work on sobering him up, maybe..."
The devious rabbit was very well-prepared; he liked to use a little drug that he'd whipped up to insantly spur his victims awake, flushing any alcohol or inebriants from the body - it would make torturing his slaves all the more fun.
Matt's body jolted up as he let out a roar, the sudden shock of being chemically awakened was rather intense.
"Wha...what the fuck is this...?!"
The tiger realised where he was, what had happened to him and who was responsible. Quite surprisingly, Matt quickly understood his position, rather pathetically cowering in fear - the fierce, bloodthirsty beast really had been reduced to a little kitty.
"Heh heh, I'm so glad that worked!" Remy exclaimed, chuckling triumphantly.
"Pl-please...ju-just let me go. I got no money, dude...I-I'm just a student, alright?"
"Oh no, my sexy kitty. What you're in for is worth a lot more than anything a glorified slip of paper could buy," he taunted the feline, sticking his tongue out slyly and rather abruptly shoving a gag between Matt's jaws. It was kind of impressive, actually; not many men had the balls the get that close to a tiger's mouth, let alone this pesky bunny.
Remy had a bit of a problem about him. It lead him to do really risky, rather dangerous things. The rabbit was utterly infatuated with his feet. It started off quite small, he liked to take good care of them, keeping the skin and the fur really healthy, making sure his soles were softer than silk. Like a true (albeit feet-loving) narcissist, he would kiss them a lot, rubbing them, lathering them in all kinds of bodily fluids. But soon he needed more, his felt so much that his feet needed to be adored. He'd sneak to small farms, finding livestock and attracting the cows, goats, or horses to the fence and entice them to lick his feet, tempting them by lathering his soft, brown soles in salt, sweat, chocolate, and other such things. Every night, he'd sit at the farm's fence with his feet poking through the metal wire, moaning in enormous pleasure as the many different livestock would take turns worshipping his feet; sucking the sweat from his toes and lapping up the salt from his soles. They'd thoroughly massage every inch of his feet with their coarse tongues and sock them in copious amount of sticky saliva, leaving his feet absolutely soaked and his pants full of several orgasm's worth of the good stuff.
Even this grew to be tiresome, he wouldn't feel much anymore and the animals just didn't adore his feet as much as they wanted to, so he moved on to other animals, other anthros to be precise, much like himself.
Matt was to be his first victim, in fact, he'd spent many months stalking the poor kitty. He'd waited for him to get home everyday, watching the tiger relax with some sports on the telly, watching as wiggled those gorgeous, irresistable feet, daring him to play with them, he watched as the beast played with himself, jerking an utterly enormous cock and watching the thing squirt barrels of cum for metres into the air...oh man...this guy was to day for and there was no way he'd pass him up. Matt had the cutest little muzzle, begging to worship the rabbit's sweaty soles. Remy needed his feet to be adored, just as if it fuelled his breathing, he needed someone to adore his feet in every sense of the word.
"Hmmhmmph! MMMMMPPHH...!" The hulking feline tried to cry out through his gag as the rabbit seated himself upon his legs, pretty much straddling his impressive hips and taking care to remove his footwear and his black socks. Remy carefully lifted his odorous, smelly feet into the air and slowly approached Matt's face. The rabbit's grin grew ever so much wider, finally satisfied that he'd found someone to worship his beloved feet.
"HHHMMPH!!! HHHMMPH!" Matt began to struggle desperately, trying whatever he could to get his head back or further away from those disgusting, rank feet heading for his face. Before could take another breath, they were firmly planted against his muzzle, gently stroking his nose and mouth area which, of course, left large trails of sweat over the tiger's face.
"HHMMPHHHH!!! HMMMMPHHHHHHH!!" The kitty began to scream louder, trying to roar but failing miserably. He was now being intimately involved with Remy's feet, the rank, musky smell filling his nostrils and causing him to go rather pale, large beads of sweat trailed down the boy's feet, along the gag and across his tongue, making him cough a little as he was forced to taste those brown, tender soles.
Remy laid himself back, moaning loudly as he pressed his size 13 feet to Matt's terrified, sickened face. The rabbit reached a hand down his own pants and began to vigourously jerk his cock at the feeling his victim's muzzle, nuzzling tightly into his toes.
"Oh, fuck...man," he moaned even louder, taking a moment to free the tiger of his gag but still keep him quiet with his sweaty pads.
"Hmmmm....kiss my motherfucking feet, kitty. Lick my soles, suck my toes," he mused, wiggling his long, skinny toes against the tiger's lips.
Matt began to tear up as the one foot was firmly planting into his mouth, forcing him to taste the salty, leathery sweat from Remy's journey. Something unusual was beginning to happen to the feline now...he was stull fully conscious and aware but it was as if his body, his face was acting on it's own with no input from Matt himself.
"Wha....what is this....what did you do-eeeugh?" Matt tried to demand before his long, slimy tongue flopped out of his mouth, again without Matt even meaning to do so. His head moved on it's own as well, making him drag that long slimy tongue, along those soft, skinny bunny soles, right from the slender heel to his toes. The tiger tried to couch and splutter, but instead he found himself trailing his tongue again, along those feet, getting more and more into it until he was full on worshipping those soles, leaving long trails of saliva along Remy's feet.
"Hmmmmm, fuck yeah. A nice little side effect of my drug. You can thank me later...mmmmm..." the dark rabbit moaned, going back to his cock, jerking it intensely as his feet were forcibly worshipped, "lick my feet, yeah, mmmmhhhrrr, suck my toes, oohh yeahhhhhhh! Adore my feet, love them, worship them. Kiss my soles," he commanded in between pleasured moans.
Matt was unable to control himself, his lips planting kisses along Remy's toes, passionately making out with each toe three times over and then peppering more kisses along his soles. The reluctant tiger felt himself getting harder and harder, actually getting into it and beginning to enjoy it, not wanting it to stop and not being able to get enough. He felt more and more like the sweat on Remy's feet were some kind of strange narcotic that he had to keep slurping up.
"Adore my feet, kiss my feet. Come on, kitty, slobber all over my gorgeous, irresistible feet!"
Every time he head those words, the rabbits pleasured moans, he felt himself getting more intense, even more unable to stop his actions. The fierce feline wrapped his lips around the bunny's big toe and began to suck it, swirling his tongue along the pad and pulling off before going to suck on the next one, collecting all of the sweat and musk in his mouth, each toe he sucked on giving him more of this sweaty narcotic that this rabbit's body secreted.
The bunny boy's feet were now entirely drenched, as were his pants evidently. The kitty was still trying to adore his master's feet, entirely hypnotised in some kind of spell, "master's feet must be adored....kiss them, lick them, I have to love and worship them," he chanted brainlessly every so often as he continued to spread kisses along the boy's feet, dragging his tongue incessantly up and down them.
"Oh...fuck, yeah...Okay," he told him quickly, pulling his feet just out of reach, and then pulling them away entirely.
"You've worshipped these gorgeous, beautiful feet, Matt," he began, rubbed his hand along his soles and feeling the thick layer of slimey spit that coated them, still moaning a little at the feeling, "mmmhh, well...you're going to be nothing but a brainless, foot-sniffing slave in a few hours, robbed of any free will. Don't worry, you'll be constantly adoring these sexy feet for the rest of your life; this drug ain't reversable, but while you've still got a little bit of soul left in you, let's give you a bit of a reward."
Remy had utterly condemned Matt's life, turning him into his lifelong foot-slave. To finally lull the tiger into his mindless stupor, he wrapped his feet around the kitty's enormous cock and begin to pump him hard, moving his toes up and down the skin like an absolute expert.
The tiger was soon sleeping again and the mischevious rabbit was there, ready for his feet to be adored again when the tiger woke up. "My gorgeous feet," Remy smiled to himself, giving his own feet a kiss, "you'll get so much more attention tomorrow."
The End