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Them Paws, Man
🕑 Added 2025-01-10 19:39:04 +0000 UTC“Duuuuuuuude! I can’t believe you shotgunned five beers in a row, that was BASED.” The blonde Labrador Retriever boy chuckled as he crouched next to his bull friend who had his face in the toilet. He gave the bovine a few endearing rubs to his upper back as he hurled over and over into the toilet bowl of one of the upstairs bathrooms in their fraternity house, Mu-Epsilon-Nu. MEN, as it was spelled and called by most, claimed to be the fraternity that stood for the best of the best men at the university and claimed to harbor a safe and welcoming environment to all genders. The red media would often group Mu-Epsilon-Nu into what it called “a disturbing trend of woke fraternities”, or “Woke Bros”, when in reality, it was no different than any of the other fraternities that came before it – chocked full of sex, alcohol, toxic masculinity, and who could forget, misogyny. But that’s what made frat parties fun, that, and guessing which one of the frat bros wearing backward hats and sports jerseys performed the best when it came to the dick-sucking part of the pledge hazing process that they all went through to get in.
“Not really feeling like it’s a…. Hrrrrrk! Good idea right now,” the bull, who had long lost his backwards cap when he did his third keg stand of the night, was finally able to get words out of his mouth in between his body violently rejecting the copious amounts of alcohol that he had put into it. He was shirtless, too, having taken his shirt off just in the nick of time before his first spray of projectile vomit came out of his mouth. There was no way he was going to get sick on his college football jersey, coach would kill him.
“We all do stupid things to impress the ladies, Tyler. The question is, which one were you trying to impress by consuming alcohol irresponsibly?” The canine boy smiled and waggled his eyebrows at his friend before he brought the hand that was rubbing on the bull’s upper back to his head of dirty blonde hair and made a mess of it.
Tyler tried to pull his head away from the Labrador, but did not have anywhere to go if he wanted to keep his vomit off of the floor. With a grunt and a groan as he felt another jolt of sickness move up his throat, he just let it happen. “Fuck… Bluaarrrgghh! You…. Bluuurrrrrroooogh! Chase…”
Chase still had his cap on and his team jersey, too, and was having a blast watching the once big and strong Tyler in a moment of weakness. He was allowed to mock him though, as he was the big beefy bull’s best friend and he had been on the short end of the mocking stick more than he could count. Chase wasn’t your typical frat boy – he wasn’t a dumb jock, more so a nerd who fixed all the other frat bros’ computers whenever they had viruses from downloading too much sketchy porn or sticky keyboards from suspicious liquid spills. “Uh-huh… Like I would let you fuck me in that state, gurl, you tripping.” The Labrador Retriever put on his best gay voice when he said that and smirked with just the left side of his mouth.
The bull continued to spill his guts into the toilet bowl, hurl after hurl, splash after splash, a slightly yellow and slightly foamy liquid with chunks of finger food bits came out of his mouth each time and made a slosh as it hit the water at the bottom of the porcelain throne.
“Hhhwwwuuuauaaaahhhggg….”
‘Sploooooooosh.’
When the bull threw up again, Chase stopped ruffling his friend’s hair and brought his hand down to rub his back again. He waited for a gap in between the bovine’s hurls that was long enough to sustain conversation before he continued. He waited a good five minutes before it looked like the bull had finally thrown up the very last fluid ounce of beer into the toilet.
“All empty?”
“Brrrp! Augh… Yeah.” the bull burped, let out a pained groan, and laid his head on the cold toilet seat. He reached a hand up to the back of the toilet to press his fingers against the handle to flush it, but missed it so many times that Chase reached over his limp body to do it for him.
‘Flushhhh.’
The bull stared at his vomit as it spun around in a whirlpool and disappeared into the campus’s sewage system. Once the flush was over, he turned to look at his doggy friend and chuckled. “Thanks, man…”
“Don’t mention it, bud.” Chase gave the bull three pats on his back. “But I still want you to tell me who the hell you were trying to impress doing this dumb shit, huh?” He tilted his head to the side as he rested one of his knees on the floor. He continued to rub his friend’s back as he rested his head against the toilet bowl like a pet dog who had just discovered the culinary masterpiece that was piss flavored water.
With the alcohol that lingered in his stomach all expunged, the bull let out a sigh and pulled his head from the toilet. He placed his arms over the toilet and kept his head hovered over it just in case his stomach caught a second wind. He brought his brown eyes to look at the Labrador’s green ones and gave him a goofy smile.
“It was to impress… Huugh. Alex,” the bull found himself on the verge of throwing up again, but after staring down the hole at the bottom of the toilet bowl and holding his breath for a few seconds, the squeezing feeling in his stomach and throat subsided. He successfully fought it off from sheer willpower alone.
Chase was familiar with Alex; she was one of the two tigers that were part of the university’s drama club. He wasn’t sure what she studied; it was either something to do with political science or journalism, he couldn’t quite recall. He did remember her brother Axel who told him that she was, quote; “lame” before he had ever seen her. When he did see her for the first time, he understood that he was trying to keep the frat boys away from his little sister; she was attractive, not Chase’s type, but conventionally attractive. He could absolutely understand why Tyler was into her.
“Duuuuuuude, you are so obsessed with that girl.” Chase chuckled. “I thought you already banged her once. Why are you going in for seconds? I thought you wanted to get your body count numbers up?”
Tyler, incredibly stimulated and excited by the conversation, started to smile for the first time after the alcohol he had consumed that night decided to kick into reverse and come back up. As his smile spread from left to right on his muzzle, his cheeks flushed a soft shade of red and his thin bull tail with its paintbrush tip flicked and fluttered about like a live fish in a frying pan; telltale signs of the bull being in love.
“Was she even impressed?” Chase asked with a slight look of cringe on his face. He felt bad for the guy. Obviously, the tigress wasn’t impresse. Otherwise, she’d have been the one rubbing his back while he vomited – preferably after they had already had sex, else it would have more than likely ruined his chances of bedding the tigress ever again.
“She was! But she had to leave to study for a test she has tomorrow, or uh, today, now that it’s 3 a.m.” Finally sure that he wasn’t going to throw up again, Tyler pulled away from the toilet bowl and leaned his back against the wall next to the toilet paper roll holder. He pulled his right leg up to his chest and stretched the other one out. He put his right arm on his raised knee, tilted his head up to look at the ceiling, and let out another sigh.
The blonde-haired and furred retriever took his hand off of the bull’s back and sat down fully on his ass to join him in what he figured would be a lengthy over-the-toilet discussion. He let out a sigh, too, pulled both his knees up and rested both of his arms on them. His sleek golden tail swished one singular time to rest against his paw. He stared at his bull friend with a smile and a genuine look of interest on his face as he spoke. When he heard that the tigress had to leave to “study” for a test, he narrowed his eyes at Tyler and shook his head.
“Man, there ain’t no way she has a test tomorrow, dude. It’s a Sunday, who has class on Sunday?” Chase chuckled. “She totally brushed you off, my dude.”
“Nah man, some faculties have class on the weekend sometimes and I’d know if she was lying to me, I have a good lie detector in my head. Plus, she was really eager to hook up again after last time.” Tyler’s smile grew wider the more he talked about the tigress; his eyes seemed glazed with a layer of something that was either his intoxication or his infatuation with the girl. “She said I lay good pipe.”
Seeing how happy the bull was made the labrador frat boy’s smile fade slightly, but he did his best to keep his expression under wraps. “Dude, I have never seen you so in love before haha.” The laugh at the end of his sentence was dryer than the Sahara Desert which caused him to clear his throat a few times after.
“You have no idea, bro… I thought I was only going to want to fuck her once, but she…” he paused and bit his lower lip. He adjusted his sitting position slightly to hide his freeballing dick that he felt blood being pumped to as he spoke.
“There’s just something about her…”
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“Well?” the tigress turned her head over her shoulder to glance back at the bull who had gone silent for an unusually long time. Alex was lying on her stomach on the bed with her arms wrapped around a pile of pillows and her bare-naked ass presented to the frat boy beefcake. “What are you waiting for, Wagyu?”
Tyler froze, despite repeatedly claiming that he “never freezes” on the football field. Although, to be fair to him, he was never presented with an eyeful of pristine, plump, and pink pussy and ass playing college football. He blinked when he heard the tigress call him somewhat of an offensive term used to refer to bulls and cows, chuckled, and scratched the back of his head with his hand. He was in the process of removing his pants when the tigress, who had already taken off hers, jumped onto the bed. The view in front of him wasn’t what gave Tyler the raging bull of a hard on that he had, oh no, it was what Alex did before she jumped onto the bed and presented her ass to him that really got the blood pumping.
After bursting through the door to the bull’s messy frat house bedroom, Alex and Tyler blindly navigated toward the bed with their muzzles mushed together in a passionate and tongue-filled kiss. Around halfway to the bed, the tigress shuffled her way out of her pants, before she broke their kiss.
“Hey,” Alex said in a breathy whisper.
When their lips parted, Tyler looked down at the tiger with slightly curious raised eyebrows.
Alex, who had rid herself of her bottoms, grabbed the bull’s right hand and gently guided it down toward her crotch. She placed his hand palm-side down against her mound and let his big and meaty man fingers rest against her soaking wet pussy. She was so wet that it felt like he was touching a warm sponge that had used up all of its absorption capacity. When his fingers pressed against the soft fur that covered her cunt, he felt the excess pussy juice seep from it through the gaps between his fingers.
His dick went rock-hard in just five heartbeats.
With his solid hard-as-diamonds slab of premium wagyu beef pushing a tent in his pants, the bull bit his lower lip as he admired the view of the tigress’s pussy and ass in front of him. He took a handful of steps forward to bring himself closer to the bed, unbuckled his belt, and dropped his pants. He stepped out of his discarded pants just as his shins pressed into the foot of the bed. His eyes lingered around her holes as both her pucker and pussy repeatedly winked at him. Tyler had to slurp up and swallow the excess saliva that his mouth had produced to prevent himself from drooling all over himself. His nose wiggled and danced as the scent of the tigress’s wet pussy both in front of him and the remnants of her juices that lingered on his fingers reached him. Her smell was so raw, so fertile, so unmistakably pussy. It was his favorite smell – he knew he was a dumb jock, not the sharpest tool in the shed, but the smell of pussy such an intelligence debuff that it sometimes was even able to make him moo. The doors to the female reproductive system drove him feral, oh the woes of being a dumb himbo straight man. He spent the next ten seconds staring at the tigress’s goods before he slipped his hands under the waistband of his light grey boxers and slid them off. His footlong hog bounced up and down as the pressure it had built up as it stretched out the elasticity of his underwear was released. Even after it stopped bouncing, it continued to wobble up and down a little as it throbbed with in synchronization with his pulse.
Tyler climbed onto the bed, stabbed his knees into the soft mattress, and crawled his way closer and closer to Alex. His fat, sweaty, and uncut frat boy dick cast a long shadow over the bed as the bull moved closer and closer to her.
Alex watched as the bull got undressed; once his cock was out, she couldn’t help but bite her lip and imagine just how it would feel inside of her. The more she looked at the bull’s bouncing, big, and uncut soda can girth cock, the more her pink pussy lips winked as a sort of yearning invitation for Tyler to come a little closer and stick his dick either in her pink or her stink – but preferably in her pink.
She turned her head away as the bull got close enough to her that she felt his body warmth radiate to her. She fully expected the bull to have at least pressed the tip of his dick against her when she buried her face into her pile of pillows. She rested her head on her hands and made her raised tail sway in a hypnotic way to further entice the bull. One would have thought that the red turtleneck sweater would be enough to put him under her spell (sadly, that whole “bulls hate the color red” thing is merely an untrue stereotype). But when the bull did not do any of that, Alex turned her head over her shoulder to look at him again.
Tyler had found himself looking at a part of a woman that he never really thought to look at before; her feet. He’d seen them plenty of times on plenty of other girls he’d been with, but never paid them too much mind. That was, until now, when his knees were just a few inches away from them. He noticed how her pink padded beans curled and uncurled; hiding and showing the small tufts of fur that grew in between them. The longer he looked at them, the more he wondered… Wondered how they would feel against his dick. He’d seen pawjobs in porn, but was never one to frequent that category specifically (that honor went to “Straight Anal POV”). His big chest rose and fell as he took in his breaths and stared at the tigress’s pink marmalade bean. Suddenly, he remembered back to that one POV pawjob video that led to anal. His dick twitched and throbbed up and down like a fishing boat battling rough seas. After two minutes of staring at Alex’s paws, he looked up from them to see the tigress looking right back at him.
“You’re one of those guys, huh?”
“One of what?”
“You’re into feet, paws, and whatever…”
Tyler went a little wide-eyed and sat just on the verge of panic. He took in a quick breath through his mouth that he breathed out almost immediately and was just about to defend himself and deny, deny, deny. Just as he opened his mouth to provide his defense against the allegations, he felt a soft and fleshy warmth press against his dick from both sides.
Alex was a little fed up with how slow things were going with her and the bull – it had already been a few minutes since she presented the dumb frat boy with her pussy and ass. The moo moo man seemed distracted, so Alex took matters into her own paws, by pressing those very soft, warm, and sweaty paws firmly against the bully’s girthy schmeat.
“I’m not judging… I’m just wondering what took you so long to realize; I saw how you looked at them when I took my socks off earlier.” The tigress cooed. She curled her toes and gently squeezed the bull’s dick with them and gently moved both her feet forward and backward to stroke along the bull’s length, which got him to let out a big grunt of a moan.
“Hhhhhgggyyyaaaaggghhh…” the bull’s knees went weak as the tigress’s paws rolled his foreskin over his tip just to peel it back again. His dick tip and foreskin made soft wet sounds akin to a well-licked Push Pop being pushed out of its container for more sloppy slurping each time his manhood’s turtleneck was pulled back behind the corona of his bulbous mushroom-esque glans.
Alex had a smug look on her face and continued to give the bull a footjob. Her paws were so soft and warm that it gave the bull’s cock a great sensation – a bit of sensory overload almost. But he wasn’t complaining, however; what he was doing was holding the tigress’s ankles with his hands, gently thrusting his hips back and forth, and pulling his dick in and out from in between the tigress’s soles. His dick throbbed like crazy and a generous serving of precum leaked from the tip of his dick. There was so much pre that he was able to paint the tigress’s paws with it completely. Her pink paw pads gained a sheen and the fur on her feet became matted and messy. The bull let out another moan, almost gave himself a healthy serving of raw beef tongue, and suddenly stopped bucking his hips into the tigress’s feet.
“Hhhhooooooohfuck…”
He left his dick sandwiched in between Alex’s feet; which dripped and drooled with his precum. After three throbs of his dick, he let go of her ankles, and pulled his manhood out from between her beans. He then leaned over the tigress and lined his dick up to her rear before he brought his muzzle down to her ear. His nostrils were flared as he let out heavy huffs and pants; after a dozen or so of them, he finally said something.
“Holy fuck… Holy fuck… I think I am into feet…”
Alex, who still had her head slightly turned over her shoulder, watched as the bull pulled his dick out from between her feet and finally lined himself up to lay some pipe. When the bull admitted that he might have a foot fetish, she raised a singular brow and smirked. “I never would have guessed,” she responded with full sass as the bull’s dick throbbed oh so hard against her ass.
“Are we going to fuck now? Or are you going to need a minute to let your new kink settle in?”
Tyler needed another minute for his new kink to settle in, but there was no reason why he couldn’t do it with his dick deep in the tigress’s dripping wet pussy. He dragged the tip of his uncut dick from her pucker down to her pussy lips, and slowly sunk himself inside her wet and warm hole.
‘Scchhhhhhhhlllllk.’
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“She didn’t even make me nut with them or anything, but man I WANT her to…” Tyler let out a chuckle as he sat with his back against the wall of the bathroom and put a hand over his slightly red eyes. He burped, which scared him a bit, but when nothing but air came out, he felt relieved.
“You’re a foot guy now, no turning back.” Chase let out a chuckle as he, too, sat leaned against the wall of the bathroom, although across from Tyler. After Tyler told his story, Chase’s gaze fell from the bull’s face down to his own paws. Once he was looking at them, he wiggled his toes and smiled. He wondered how his own paws compared to the tigress’s. As he thought about it, his tail, which had been still and resting against his paw slowly started to wag.
“I guess I am.” Tyler continued and chuckled more. Just thinking about Alex’s feet made him sport a semi. “I’m telling you; she has a grip on me… Them paws, man…”
Chase’s tail wagging didn’t last very long, as it stopped when the bull continued to rave about Alex and her paws. He continued to look at his toes as he curled and uncurled them. He didn’t mean to, but he tuned the bull out as he went on and on about how much he wanted to spread his cum over the tigress’s pink paw pads like butter on toast. Instead, he daydreamed about Tyler talking about his paws like that; about how Tyler could cover his feet in his bull seed. Maybe if he liked Alex’s paws, he would like his, too.
Seeing the bull sport a semi gave him a little bit of hope. A drunk and horny dumb jock? He’d probably be up for anything. All he had to do was ask, but despite being a dog, he was too much of a scaredy cat to try.
The answer was Chase – he was the one who performed the best during the dick-sucking portion of the fraternity’s hazing.
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Art by SMU
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Rex
Indeed
AlextheCatte
A weakness of great tastes!
Rex
Paws..... my weakness
