“So, could you explain this... paws thing to me one more time?” Your Lucario asks pensively, but takes a seat on the edge of the bed all the same.

	“I just want to try something different,” you tell him playfully, placing your hands around his waist. “It won't hurt or anything, and if you want to stop just say so.”

	“Mm, alright, whatever makes you happy, Master,” He replies half-jokingly, and places his own front paws on your shoulders. Needless to say, the two of you have been on a first-name basis for a long time, but he always enjoyed the fact that you were his trainer nonetheless, and by extension enjoys addressing you as such from time to time. He takes the opportunity to initiate a kiss, as he feels comfortable doing these days, and you respond by pulling him closer and reciprocating with some playful prodding with your tongue. You enjoy the intimacy of the moment, the taste of his saliva reminding you of similar encounters in nights past. 

	Before long, you've turned off the lights and collapsed in a cuddly heap on the bed, with him underneath you and your body slightly off to his side to avoid the spike on his chest. As it always happens, your erection is plainly obvious through the thin fabric of your underwear, and you enjoy the rhythmic bumping of your bulge against his sheath, which has begun to reveal a treasure of its own. His front paws make an eager grab for your waist, and he carefully slides your underwear down over your privates, exposing your most sensitive region to the furry softness and warmth of his own. His breathing grows heavier, you feel as he gasps into your open mouth, and the pressure of your thrusting makes his sheath pulse with the still-growing presence of his own erection. Inevitably, you feel the subtle bump of his knot emerge on that moist dick, signaling his full arousal. But despite your strong hold on each other's bodies, and the fact that both of you could easily reach orgasm from this manner of lovemaking alone, you remember that you have a job to do tonight. Panting, he loosens his hold when you break the kiss and tap him on the shoulder.

	“Alright... you can sit up if you want, or stay here. Just get comfortable,” You tell him, and he obliges, remaining on his back and relaxing himself. The window lets in just enough moonlight to give you a full view of Lucario's body, and you see his paw sneak over to his crotch as he begins to stroke himself slowly, but don't pay it any mind. You instead sit up and turn your attention even lower, past those strong, blue hips and slender, black legs, to tonight's main course: Lucario's hind paws. You've silently admired them in the past, but in his current condition, the stretching of his legs and the periodic curling of his toes as he pleasures himself in front of you is too cute for words. Taking his right paw in your hands and lifting it carefully, you find yourself transfixed with his plump, pink pads, one peeking out from the short, black fur on each toe in addition to a large one on what one might call his heel. They're smooth and soft on your shaking fingers, despite their battle-tested toughness, and before you know it, you're testing the extent of this by gently kneading Lucario's toes with both hands, eyes fixed on the reaction of the pads when you squeeze them. 

	“Mmm, that feels nice...” Lucario coos, snapping you out of your stupor. “You're right, you should do this more often.” That makes sense, you realize, as at this point you're basically just giving him a massage. 

	“This isn't all I was thinking of,” you chuckle back, “But if you say so...” You continue your work; it's not as if you need to be convinced to do some more fondling. Now that his pads had received a thorough rubbing, you move lower to give his sole some love. The feeling isn't very different from touching similarly-furred parts of his face or front paws, but the tenseness of the muscles beneath the surface is palpable. It seems they've been worked as hard as his earlier remark implied. Moreso than that, the continued toe curling and a smile on his face tells you he is indeed enjoying this treatment. You make a mental note to do this for him frequently in the future, sexually or otherwise.

	Now, though, you can't help but remind yourself of your ultimate intentions, as this paw is looking more appealing by the minute. Still giving his sole some idle rubbing, and somewhat anxious of how he'll react, you lean in and slowly plant a kiss just below his toes. Somehow contrary to your expectations, you don't detect a taste any different from anywhere else on his furred body, but the act itself excites you nonetheless. You glance up at his face and, while he's still smiling, he's opened his eyes, presumably curious about your actions. You look back down at his paw and ponder your next move, though the decision isn't a difficult one. You move in to kiss the toes themselves this time, simultaneously doing your best to curl your tongue between his digits. The fur between his toes tastes slightly salty, as if from sweat, which isn't surprising considering they're usually held so close together. The pads on your lips don't taste very different from skin, again unsurprisingly, but everything about this part of his body is still pleasant to the touch. You eagerly move your mouth up and over his middle toe, now effectively sucking on it and getting a more intense dose of those flavors. As you lick it clean and the taste begins to wane, you move over to the toe on the right. 

	“Geez, you really like this, huh?” Surprised, you remove the digit from your mouth and look up at Lucario and his confused grin.

	“Yeah, this is mostly what I wanted to do.” You answer, smiling sheepishly. “Do you like it?”

	“I don't think I'm quite getting what you're getting out of it, but I don't dislike it either. It's cute.”

	Satisfied with (and a bit embarrassed at) that answer, you decide to continue. This time, you do your best to suck at his leftmost digit from all angles, flicking your tongue across the short, smooth coating of fur and dampening it as you enjoy the taste and the experience. As if on cue, however, once you've just about had your fill of that toe, you're interrupted.

	“Hey, I got two, remember?” Lucario jokes, now shoving his left paw into your face. Now you're really red in the face. Not because you feel negligent for forgetting the fact, but because you immediately find his commanding tone and the paw in your face arousing. 

	“Yes sir,” you joke back (maybe) and take hold of the imposing paw. This time, you know what he likes, so you start with a firm massage of his other sole. The look on his face is as satisfied as ever, and you notice that he's resumed masturbating as well. Just when you're about to move on to his toes, you find an extra paw in your face yet again as Lucario offers it, you surmise, to keep your mouth entertained while your hands work their magic. You graciously accept, taking the still-damp toes of his right paw into your mouth while continuing to knead the left with just as much force. This time, you're not shy at all; you ravenously lick and suck at as much of that paw as you can reach and savor every inch. Giving up on controlling yourself, you drop your massage work to start tasting his left paw. You rush to indulge in the second half of his flavors, and it pays off, occupying your attention for at least a few minutes. If you weren't so engrossed in your work, you'd be embarrassed about using one hand to hold his other paw against your face, just to have it there. 

	Eventually, the diminishing taste and a mildly fatigued jaw remind you that you've been doing this for a long time. At the same time, you realize you're still hard as a rock, and a glance down at the stained bedsheet reveals you've even been leaking to a degree. Deciding that enough is probably enough, you allow Lucario's legs to rest on the bed. 

	“Um, thanks. I'm done now, if you wanna do something else,” you tell him, still a bit embarrassed of your indulgence, but eager to get off all the same. 

	“You don't look done to me,” he replies with a grin, obviously referring to your erection. You realize that the kind of ending he has in mind is something you never imagined you'd get to do tonight, as the sudden sensation of cool, damp fur on your skin steals your attention downward. His paw moves up and down in slow strokes, pressing your cock against your belly and making you shiver briefly. “Do I have the right idea?” he asks as if he doesn't already know; you're too focused on the sensation to answer anyway. The fur and pads are still somewhat slick with saliva, and the occasional spurt of pre only adds to the lubrication.

	“Mmmf, alright, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up,” you warn. He takes the opportunity to  let your dick fall forward, and grasps it between his toes on both paws. The sensation of having your cock squeezed between those cute paws is practically enough to force you to orgasm by itself, but then he starts pumping back and forth with both legs, effectively jerking you off. With the most sensitive part of your body gliding between that soft, damp fur and receiving a thorough rubbing from each padded toe, you quickly reach your limit with a stifled moan. Lucario slides one of his paws down to the end of your cock as you cum, teasing the tip with his pads and letting the thick ropes of your messy climax coat that paw thoroughly before you finally run out. Even then, the incessant squeezing and stroking from Lucario's other paw stretches the experience to its absolute limit, and it's hard to tell exactly when your orgasm ends.

	“Hey,” he quips, interrupting your post-orgasm high. “Time for dessert.” Looking up, you find your face inches away from that same cum-soaked paw, its owner smiling back at you expectantly. Despite having just gotten off, the lewd display isn't any less appealing, and you obey without hesitation. A few short licks are enough to clean the few stray drops rolling down his sole, but you decide his toes, now coated in your own salty fluids and boasting that new flavor, are something to be savored. You start with a good slurp to the bottom of the rightmost toe, treating yourself to a few extra suckling kisses to his pad. Then you take the rest of the toe into your mouth, sucking firmly on the digit until you're sure that fur is all clean, and then some. Just to be sure, of course. You enjoy the next toe in the same manner, then the last, with each lick and suckle of indulgence relaxing your trembling body somewhat. Lucario's paw seems to be clean now, but you want to be thorough, so you stick your tongue in between his toes a few more times, slurping hard enough to catch any stray mess. 

	You're just about satisfied when you look up and notice Lucario masturbating again, eyes closed and on his back like before. It seems he was enjoying that stuff a little more than he let on, or maybe he just wants to get off after waiting so long. Deciding that you owe it to him either way, you crawl up closer to his engorged cock and place your hand on his wrist. Knowing your intentions, he rests the back of his head on his front paws, letting you get to work for the last time tonight. Like always, you make use of your hands as well as your mouth, gently fondling his furry, blue sack as your savor the unique taste of his shaft, made possible by the long days it spends tucked inside his sheath. You hardly begin to tease his fully-developed knot with your tongue and he's already shakily bucking his hips, surely trying to postpone his climax just a bit longer, but failing to suppress that particular instinct. Enjoying this reaction, you sneak your tongue even lower, curling it around the narrow base below his knot and playfully prodding at the entrance to his sheath. You know from experience, as well as his current panting and shaking, how sensitive he is in this spot, and move your free hand to his shaft to give him a decisive release. Your intense slurping, fondling, and stroking proves sufficient, and a low moan finally signals his climax. His ejaculation is as powerful as usual; you can feel the pulse of his escaping load on your tongue and hand as it moves, only hearing and feeling the stuff land on both your bodies after a long upward spurt. Wanting to return the favor for the excellence of his pawjob earlier, you keep your hands and tongue working for some time after he cums, waiting for his breathing to calm before releasing his spent privates.

	“Sorry to keep you waiting,” you murmur, stretching as you hug him again. “Thanks for tonight.”

	“My pleasure,” he chuckles. “Happy birthday, Master.” One short session of cuddling and licking each other clean of his fluids later, all that's left is to fall asleep.

	Well, that and your backlog. All this sex is pretty irresponsible.