As you lurch towards Gatomon's one-story-building-sized paw in all its soft, padded glory, something clicks inside you. The voices of cowardice and common sense fade away as the toes take up more and more of your vision. You feel calm. And...horny, even? Wasn't this supposed to be weird and awful to you? Huh...
The giant cat digimon grins. You seemed kinda conflicted right there, but now you're focused and making a beeline right towards her toes. Aww, so eager...Don't think that I can't see that little pecker of yours sticking out, little guy. Seems like you've been enjoying this a lot more than you let on!
Finally, you reach your destination. That same humid heat from before buffets you again, almost taunting you to inhale. And, against your better judgement, you do. A hot, heady stench flows from her sweat-speckled digits to your nose. It singes your throat and warms your lungs. You shudder violently. And yet, a nice, tingling feeling spreads throughout your body--but mostly your crotch--at the smack of it. It was like stuffing your nose down the unzipped mouth of a worn winter boot and taking a deep whiff of the insole.
B-but, I've never done that--or even felt that way about feet before!
...Right?
You shake the reasonable objection out of your head before returning your full attention to the glorious, looming digits just inches away from you. The pink pads on the bottom of each one look exactly as soft and cushy as the main pad on her sole. No wonder you didn't feel any pain when she stepped on you--If bedmakers had this kind of material on their hands, they'd have a monopoly on the market! But what interests you most right now isn't that. It's the spine-tingling fact that, at your height, you were the perfect size to press yourself into those hot, swaying behemoths and effortlessly slip your cock between their masses and right into the delicate, alluring crevice within.
And that's exactly what you did.
Gatomon snickers as you make your choice abundantly clear to her. "Alright, hotshot. Here it comes~"
In an instant, the middle and top toes fall, closing the gap between them and your member. You gasp as the feeling of damp toe fur surrounds your dick. It's even better than you expected! The sheer potency of it all causes you to renege on your slow, steady entrance and thrust hard the rest of the way in. Then out. Then in. Again, and again, and again. Hot, liquid pleasure shoots through every vein and artery, and capillary, every muscle, organ, and bone, and every, single, individual cell in your body. In an instant, you melt into the soft, excellent embrace of Gatomon's digits, moaning loudly as you are overtaken by a base instinct you didn't even know you had: the desire to rut her toes like a sex-starved cur.
You've lost yourself, completely and utterly. Even the hot, ragged breaths your feline friend and master was taking were dulled out. Nothing else matters. Nothing but the immaculate feeling of humping the wet, sauna-esque space between these giant, feline toes.
Overcome by want, you bury your face into the other, higher crevice--which, conspicuously enough, was ALSO the exact right size for you to do. You didn't even need to crane your neck! God, it's...it's almost like...you were made for this!
The very though turns you on more than you thought possible. Instantly, your efforts double, both in speed and force. Your balls slap against the plush, stubby arch of her lowermost toe, and red-hot sparks jump in your stomach, crotch, and head. If you were rutting like a dog before, then you're fucking like your life depended on it now! Grinning madly, you push your face an inch further into the moist, closed toe space, then sniff.
Your eyes bug out. It was hot, stuffy, unbearably pungent...and you loved it! You spasm as the sweaty reek courses throughout your system, overwhelming your senses and making your mind shut down. It's like you just stuffed her entire foot down your throat! The only thing that could match this kind of potency at normal size would be if you combined all the girl's track team's used shoes at the end of the season into one singular pair, pressed it to your face, and huffed!
That did it. There was already a hidden pressure in your loins before, but now? You're practically fit to burst! You moan wildly, jerking harder into the self-lubricated heaven that was Gatomon's toe crevice, practically caving in your hips with the sheer force of will.
In a few more thrusts, it was done. You cry out into the moist fuzzy cavern that wrapped around your head as you came with an intensity unmatched by any other orgasm you've had. You buck one final time, hugging whatever you can as a show of appreciation--not that anything you'd ever give would match up to this moment of complete euphoria. Your nut shoots like water out of a fire hose, over and over again. If there weren't two big walls of toeflesh sealing your quivering prick in an airtight space, it might've gone a full nine yards before hitting the ground! As for now, it's probably dribbling out between the tops of her toes.
Lost in a downright miasmatic afterglow, you huff the stench from the toe crevice your face is trapped in as your loads gradually peter out into a gentle leak. You surrender yourself to the cozy warmth emanating from Gatomon's toepads and rest.
Meanwhile, Gatomon herself was still furiously masturbating to the outstanding show you put on for her. She had started a while ago, but you were too lost in your manic rutting to hear. Seeing you go at it was utterly arousing. She hadn't received such an earnest display of devotion in her entire life!
Her tongue lolled out as she pushed her bare paw halfway into her cunt--the entire thing was completely drenched in her love fluids. As she felt the final, forceful thrusts that signaled your climax and the first batch of your baby batter soak the sensitive hairs on her feet, she reached her own; shoving her paw a good 3/4ths of the way up her snatch, she screamed and released a torrent of fluid that dampened her arm all the way to the elbow. Rattled by such an intense orgasm, her back slackens, causing her to smack hard into the back of the couch.
For a good while, she just sits there. Panting for air. Resting her limbs. Blinking occasionally. It doesn't take much longer for her eyelids to finally flutter shut. Slumber overtakes her...
After a couple hours...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author