Cats in Socks and Donkey Cocks
By: Baracudaboy
Rating: NC-17
Tags: gay, drug use, paws, musk, food play, stuffing, chubby

Gregory was panting. Gregory was heaving.
Gregory was close to home after a long free longboard ride around the neighborhood and he could feel the sweat dripping off his dark orange fur in the bright sunlight of midday.
He could feel that his foot paw fur was matted and nearly swimming in a already musky old pair of vans he had forgotten to wear socks with.
It had been a while since he had ridden around town and by the time he had returned back to his flat he knew he'd need a good shower and fur perfuming.
He arrived at his small two bedroom flat and let himself in. Leaning his longboard unceremoniously against the wall beside the couch near the door he plopped down next to Darren who was splayed lackadaisically over one arm of the chair playing Mario Cart, a game Gregory hated and was coincidently also terrible at.

“Heyymm pbbt” Darren whinnied a little bored squeal at him and Gregory smiled at him out of the corner of his eye, baring his teeth a little like he often did when excited.
Gregory got his bong out from under the coffee table nd packed a massive bowl, he sprinkled a little keef in and handed it over to Darren who paused his game and took it cheerfully.
Gregory inhaled the aromatic mixture of herbs Barka had especially made for them and the room was soon filled with thick marijuana respell.
“So do you have any plans for the next hour or so?” the Gregory asked suddenly, turning to Darren and arching an eye brow. He stopped chewing on a Cheetoh and looked at him.
“No...why?” He replied
“I want you to clean my feet.”

15 minutes later and mario cart was left running while Darren got his customary pre sex munchies, a couple choco tacos and a mini bag of Doritos along with 3 cans of  mountain dew. The last came as a suggestion from Greg who had slapped his ass in passing and told him he found it sexy when he burped. The donkey blushed while he chugged the first soda and waited for the desired effect.
Both of them were nearly stripped down to their underwear and Darren was finishing the last of the food, timid and stuttering belches along the way.
Gregory still had his shoes on and he sat down on the couch, pointing to a pillow in front of him that Darren could kneel on the donkey silently obeyed. Suddenly Gregory; one hand on his now thick blue feline erection kicked one of his sweaty vans towards Darren's face and caught him in the right cheek, softly pushing until his head was firced to the side like he was having a mug shot taken.

The chubby equine quickly stuffed the last of the choco taco in his gluttonous donkey snout* and looked back at Gregory red faced.
“Like last time...” He said and Darren slowly drew his face close to Gregory's shoe, taking the ends of the laces between his teeth he slowly began to tug and untie them without while keeping his paws behind his back.
“Don't scuff em'”
Gregory said and ground the right sole of his shoe Darren's cheek. The donkey could smell the cat's sweaty feet through the shoes and he felt his cock twitch at the idea of getting to touch them.
When both laces were undone Darren took Gregory's shoes the rest of the way off using his paws. 

When the first shoe was pulled off Darren inhaled deeply and ran his large fingers along the bottoms of Greg's feet. He tickled them a little before running his snout along Greg's inner legs. His peachy orange fur was letting off a steamy heady musk. Darren couldn't held but to rub his face into the feline's plush moist crotch fur. He payed close attention to the cat's powerful calves, thick and powerful muscle contained messy hot fur.
Mewling a but he ran his tongue along the top of each toe, letting his the thick appendage slip and slide between the digits of the large paws with care.
When they were coated with a glaze of gooey equine saliva Darren finally let his paw drift down to his own rock hard erection.
Using some of the spit from Gregory's plush and willing kitty paws Darren slid his learned hoof hands along his thickness. He continued to lick and lap at his toes. And Gregory made sure to push them into the donkey's willing face so that he had to suck them until he let up and was allowed to stop.

“How do they taste? Does fat donkey slut like the taste of my sweaty paws?”
Darren blushed and looked down at the rug, one of Gregory's big toes caught playfully between his teeth.
“I said how to they taste!?” 
Gregory yanked his paw from Darren's mouth and slammed it down onto his shoulder, knocking him backwards. Darren was built like a tank, dense in all the right places to take a hit so he recovered fairly fast but in quite a mood.
“What the fuck was that fo-”
Before the stunned donkey boy could get another word out he was silenced by one moist paw in his mouth and another on his ready cock. Gregory leaned back and let out a long languid stretch, letting his footpaws tease along Darren's turgid girth before the one one curled suddenly and menacingly around the nervous organ.
“Look up donkey slut, suck on my sweaty plush kitten paws you fucking dirty slut or I'll cut your fucking dick.” He pushed one claw dangerously close to Darren's eye and the other towards his dick.
“This is the only act fit for you, cleaning off my dirty stinking feet after I get back from longboarding everyday. You are my slutty little paw cleaner faggot.”

They hadn’t agreed on any of this.
Darren had know all along that if he stuck around at Greg's house long enough indecent acts would occur. They always had a way of occurring in this household without much ado. He was just tired and highly ashamed at having such a thing sprung on him. Gregory was nearly letting him take control and he felt wild thrill because of it.
The donkey slut went back to his cleaning duties and his hands once again found their way to his own  member. He couldn't deny that he was highly aroused, he just liked Gregory to notify him a little bit before hand when he decided he wanted to do kinky things (which he never did).
“Want to cum on my dirty kitty paws?” Gregory asked in a hushed tone as Darren thrust his engorged donkey cock against Gregory's sticky feet

The easily embarrassed equine let out a little gasp and grinned while trying to hide it with one fat plump claw, slicked with jizz. Gregory hardly ever let him cum on his paws. He had said it in the past  that it felt too gross. It was a pleasure he couldn't pass up
“Y-y-yea!” Darren rasped out as his thickness throbbed between his legs and he began to paw at himself faster, wildly thrusting into Gregory's waiting and patient paws.
The feline's hold on the donkey's cock tightened and he left his feet bob in time with the thrusts.
The friction soon became to much for him and he let go a powerful and robust whinny as he came in thick white bursts.
His cock twitched and writhed as it sprayed Gregory's tender and sensitive footpaws with a layer of creamy donkey spunk.
“Unnnghhhhhmm” Darren bit his lip as he ejaculated.
Gregory's fur was soon coated in the soft smell of donk sperm mixed with the thick scent of his arousal and ample sweat.
They collapsed where they sat and smiled, Gregory baring his teeth playfully again at the exhausted and satisfied donkey curled up at his feet.
“Barka would have loved that” Darren chided.
“Ha, naw, feral dogs can't skateboard” Gregory replied and they both had a good laugh before taking a long happy cat nap.

*(would it be snout or muzzle?)