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[Story] Can I have a cheeseburger?
🕑 Added 2022-07-03 00:11:15 +0000 UTCThe following story includes sexual content and elements of foot fetish. All characters depicted in this work are adults.
Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.
There I was, minding my own business. Finally, I managed to defeat Rugal Bernstein. I couldn't contain my excitement. I screamed so loud that I woke up my co-tenant, who was sleeping in the next room.
"MEEEOOOWWWWWW!" A cry resounded throughout the house.
Minutes later, a sleepy Ms. Fortune, severed head in hand, joined me on the couch.
"Nyaaahhh~" She yawned without paying attention to me.
"Still using the same clothes you were wearing yesterday, huh?" I asked her, tapping the buttons of my controller like a mad lad.
"It was a rough night. Those damned Medici did their thing again." The white-haired girl babbled with her eyes closed, messing with the cat bell that hung from her thick, black collar.
"I'm sorry to hear that!" I answered, not looking away from the television screen. "I'm also sorry for waking you up, Nadia."
She didn't seem to understand the reason behind all the fuss. So I explained to her that, after weeks of practice, sweat and blood, I managed to defeat the final boss of KOF '94. For which I was not only happy, but proud. And that even though it was just a video game, that achievement made me feel invincible.
"You're delightfully paw-thetic, Anon!" The feline made fun of me as she sharpened her claws. "I could take down Rugal with one hand tied behind my back."
"I wish you could pay the rent on time with one hand tied behind your back too..." I mumbled angrily.
It was inappropriate for me to comment on that. I tried to apologize, but it was too late. Ms. Fortune wouldn't forgive me for this. Instead, she challenged me.
"Oh! Meow, it's purr-sonal!" She said. "You feel SO confident in your gamer skills, don't you? Then, let's bet! You and me, boy! Face to face. If I win, you'll have to pay this month's rent"
"Face to face, you say?" I looked at her severed head, still resting next to her body. "Wait a minute... Wouldn't you rather have a cheeseburger?" I smiled awkwardly.
"That's racist!" She snapped indignantly. "You'll have to pay for two months, then!"
"B-But that's a lot of money, Nadia! Be reasonable!"
"¡Three months!"
"NADIA."
"Paw-don me? I thought you felt invincible. Go ahead! I'm so sure I can beat you with my eyes closed, that I'll let you ask me whatever you want." Then, she stopped, glanced at me, and giggled. All of this as she lifted one of her bare soles up to my nose, wiggling her toes, and showing off incredible flexibility. "I know! What if I let you give me a foot massage?"
At that moment, I froze at my spot. What does that mean? Does she know about my foot fetish? But how?
"Don't lose your head over this, Anon." The cat girl meowed. "I'm not dumb. I have noticed your lustful look when you stare at my bare feet. It's painfully obvious you don't let me stay here because of my great purr-sonality but because you love to see a tan-skinned, lithe young woman like me, fooling around, you paw-vert."
I accepted without question. At least at the beginning. Since, after thinking about it a bit, I realized the possibilities that this situation opened up. So I made a risky proposal.
"Six months." I declared. "If you win, I'll pay the rent for six months. But if you lose, I want more than just a foot massage. I want you to give me a footjob."
"Whooooaaaaaaahhh...! Are you kittin' me?!" The feline hissed at me. "However, I must admit it's a tempting deal." She changed her mind almost immediately, taking one of the console controllers. "Okay! Let's do it your way, meow-ron. I'll even give you a chance. I'll play with my eyes closed, as I mentioned before."
After saying that, Ms. Fortune used her long, dark cat ears to cover her light blue eyes. She then reached for her severed head, preparing to place it back on the stump of her neck.
"Hold on!" I stopped her before she put herself together again. "There's a lot at stake… And trust me, I really know you're not dumb. Leave your head in the other room, I must be sure that you will not cheat. And remember, you are the one who established the conditions of this bet, not me." I smirked.
"F-Fine... But turn the volume up on the TV to the max so I can hear what's going on." She requested, sounding less confident. "Oh... And, in the unlikely event that you were victorious, could you cum into a handkerchief or something? I hate how sticky that stuff is." She added, carrying her own head out of the living room.
The showdown began shortly after only her body came back. Buttons wore out quickly, and joysticks spun like crazy. A bead of sweat slid down my forehead. Fortune's dexterity with fighting games was impressive. I know. Who could have guessed it?
Even without the screen in sight, both her hearing and muscle memory were enough to kick anyone's ass. I couldn't understand how that was possible. There must be a supernatural explanation beyond the mysterious Life Gem. Whatever the reason was, I couldn't let myself lose… Not now!
I stopped paying attention to my opponent's skills and focused on what was important. Character after character, they fell one by one. Until only one remained on each side of the screen. Joe Higashi was on mine. Kyo Kusanagi on hers. In the end, and unexpectedly, it was a kick combo that allowed me to savor the taste of victory.
I raised my arms in the air and waved them enthusiastically. "I won! I won! I won!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, while knowing that the cat girl couldn't see me at the moment, I performed a victory dance, which I would have been very embarrassed to do in front of someone else under normal circumstances.
Ms. Fortune's headless body shrugged, knowing the result of our match. I saw her chest deflate, as if she sighed in disappointment. It slipped off the couch, wandering around the living room, on its way back to reattach its currently missing head.
"Nope." I stopped it, speaking loudly, to make sure the head in the other room could hear me. "Your hands were very skillful with the joystick, even lacking eyes. I want to know if you can do the same with your feet."
The body crossed its arms. Its neck rolled, seemingly annoyed, but gave me a weary thumb up. The same hand pointed to the ground, signaling me to lie down. I did it like that. The body sat between my legs, making sure its feet, only its feet and nothing else, were in my lap.
I helped a bit, pulling my pants down, but just enough so I could get my penis out of my underwear. I took both tanned beauties and placed them around my shaft. The dry touch of the reddish, meaty soles made my dick twitch instantly, which was not to the catgirl's liking. The body flinched and kicked my crotch.
There was no damage. So, I sandwiched my meat between both feet again. This time, I tried not to be too enthusiastic, which was appreciated by Nadia since she began to move her legs on her own. The rhythm was slow, but the pressure she exerted with her arches increased the pleasure I was feeling. Not only squeezing my manhood between them, but also letting me feel each one of the deep wrinkles the soles could offer me.
The bottoms of her feet were rubbing against my member, making fairly noticeable sounds. It pushed me over the edge. I started blowing pre-cum. My partner noticed it and stopped for a second. The foot that received this surprise scrunched, and spread its toes, showing some discomfort. However, the footjob continued.
I was trying not to twitch and not explode right there. But then, the toes started to do their own thing. Those rounded, clawed toes were massaging my shaft, making movements like they were tapping impatiently, waiting for me to do my stuff and finish.
Ms. Fortune was clear on the matter. She didn't desire to touch my semen. I wanted to respect her wishes, I swear. But then all the weight of her right heel landed on my cock, pressing it against my abdomen. While the left big toe thrust my glans, just below the head to keep my dick down and under the first foot. She was holding my member so tightly I couldn't hold back anymore.
I shot all my load; the first one was an aimless shot, but the following bursts landed on the tops and toes of Nadia's tanned feet. White globs dripped down her ankles, causing an unpleasant sensation to run down her spine and made her entire body tremble. I could see the tail begin to angrily sway from side to side. The body crossed its arms, as I then felt the weight of both feet this time, attempting to crush my penis under them. I tried to run away, but I wasn't fast enough.
I was locked in a mortal trap now. This girl grabbed my member between her toes, using her sharp claws to scratch the surface of my shaft. She was being gentle though. Maybe she's just trying to mess with me a little, I thought. But my hopes of getting out of this vanished when the detached cat's head appeared behind me. I couldn't see it, but I knew she was there when I heard her say something that made my blood run cold: "Looks like I found a new scratching post!"
Pray for me.
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