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By KinkSaber
There was something too perfect about the way Gabriel carried himself.
As far as everyone remembered, Gabriel had been a straight A student. He wasn't particularly good at one sport, but he was good at all of them so much that he had always been the first to be picked in gym class. He was well liked and dressed with style, and he had always been nice to everybody who met him. The golden retriever would go out of his way to meet and greet the less popular students in highschool, and put himself between the jocks and the nerds whenever things got heated. He had no enemies nor did anyone cared to make an enemy of him. Towards his friends, he was also loyal to a fault.
There was definitely something much too perfect about the way Gabriel carried himself. Nobody was that spotless; or at least that's what Michael thought.
Unlike the valedictorian, Michael was a broody, introverted, bloody mess who came from a broken home that couldn't give two shits about him if they tried. If he had gone missing for a week, the only thing they'd notice is that nobody did the dishes. Michael was, as a result, a bit of a wild cat. Always got in trouble, and even when he was not the culprit he had been blamed many times for the misdeeds of his peers. His shiny tuxedo coat did nothing to alleviate the suspicions cast on him.
For someone like Michael, he couldn't believe how there existed a person as perfect as Gabriel. Nobody, nothing was that picture perfect. Everybody had a secret, a dark side, and something that couldn't be shown to the public. Gabriel had never slipped up.
After graduation, Michael’s obsession with Gabriel only grew. Out of sight, out of mind. His eighteenth summer was spent as an usher at the local movie theatre, and just when he thought he had seen the last of Gabriel, the golden retriever made an appearance in the sleepy town of Tempestfalls.
“Hey! Mike! Michael!”
The tuxedo cat turned as he was called, only to come face to face with the golden retriever that he never thought would see again. He had merely assumed that the canine would move elsewhere for college. Somewhere more prestigious, like New Hawk U. Gabriel would have been perfect there in their computer science program.
“Uhhh.. Gabriel?” The cat muttered with squinted eyes. He was going to ask what the canine was doing there, but the contextual clues of popcorn and a ticket was enough to fill the cat in. “Oh, hey. Long time no see, right?”
“It's only been two weeks!” The golden retriever laughed. “What are you doing here? I mean, I thought you’d be halfway across the country by now. You've always been good at the arts so I thought you'd go to Meowmi College for film or something!”
“Even with scholarships I couldn't afford it.” The cat was honest. There wasn't any reason to hide his already shitty life. “Figured I'd work the summer and save up for local. Tempestfalls isn't the worst school in the country, I guess. What about you? I thought you'd be in New Hawk City.”
“You know, same same but different.” Gabriel chuckled. “Got in, but my parents changed their minds at the last minute and said I should stay home for another year. Dad’s got a big client and couldn't spare the attention. I said I'll be fine to go alone. He wanted me to work at the law firm to get to know people, get some experience, save up money before he set me loose on the world, so we compromised and did things his way.”
“That didn't sound like a compromise, lawyerboy.” The cat dryly laughed.
“Yeah well, he's not wrong. I know how sheltered I am.” The canine shrugged. “Lawyerboy? More like coffeeboy. I get everyone their coffee in the morning and take their lunch orders. Everyone knows I'm only there because of my dad. It's so embarrassing.”
“I'd trade you. Come rip tickets in my place and I'd go take coffee orders instead.”
“Deal!” The golden retriever gave that cat finger guns, then ripped his own ticket for the cat. “Here, now you gotta deal with Lauren’s nightmare coffee order.”
“Nice try, buddy. Do about three hundred more and we’ll see.” The cat laughed sarcastically. “Enjoy your movie. I’ll see you around, I suppose.”
—
Two hours later, Michael was on clean up duty in the same auditorium that Gabriel had exited. On one of the seats was a single mobile phone, the screen still on, upside down. Michael almost missed it had it not vibrated from a new message received. The feline picked it up and looked at the screen to see something he had not expected. It was a picture sent to the chat on the screen, so it didn’t count as snooping, right? He didn’t really go out of his way to uncover Gabriel’s secret, right?
In a mere moment, he heard a loud gasp behind him. Gabriel had doubled back to look for his lost phone. He had spent so much time crafting his image that he had never imagined it would have been a simple mistake that exposed him.
“Wait! I can explain!!” Gabriel blurted; his blushed cheeks was the only explanation that Michael needed. There was nothing else the golden retriever needed to say, or could say, to repair the shattered image brought on by the feline’s discovery.
“So, feet, huh?”
The canine blushed harder. For the first time ever Michael thought the canine looked cute. It wasn’t his outward appearance, but how flustered Gabriel was with his innermost secret exposed.
“Wuhn-wuh-wuh-wait!!” The canine blurted. Stuttered. Practically tripped all over himself verbally. It made the cat smile to see a less perfect Gabriel. It was a rare sight – a unique sight that he was sure nobody else got to see.
“I'm not judging.” The cat said. “Everyone's got their own vices.”
“Noooooo!” The canine’s denial didn’t work at all; it only made the situation feel more awkward and embarrassing for him. “Stop! Stop! Let's forget about it, ok? Please say you didn’t see anything! Please!”
“I saw everything though.” The cat chuckled. He couldn’t help but want to bully the canine more; see how far he could push the well tempered, well liked canine to go. How far the canine’s breaking point was. For once in his life he had the upper hand, and he wasn’t about to let it go to waste.
“How about cash?” Gabriel begged. “I'll give you all my money. Please don’t tell anyone!”
Michael liked that the canine was in such a panic that rational thoughts had left his head. Given their dispositions in their social circles, all that Gabriel needed to do was confidently deny everything, and everybody would happily take the popular golden retriever’s word for it. There was no need to ask, much less beg or bribe, the cat to keep his maws shut.
“I'm not blackmailing you, though?” The cat refused the offer. “And I didn't say I’d tell anyone. Sheesh. Just because I'm in the social rejects pile doesn’t mean I'm morally bankrupt.”
“You really won’t?” The canine couldn’t take the cat’s word at face value. He was too intimidated by the mere idea; and he had never felt such vulnerability in his life.
The cat handed the phone back to its owner and smirked. Just when the canine reached for it, the cat pulled his hand back.
“Well, if you think it’d take something to convince me, I’ll play along.” Michael chuckled. This could be fun. “Meet me back here in three hours. I’ll be done with my shift then. Then we’ll see what you’ve got to offer to buy my silence!”
—
Michael wasn’t really expecting Gabriel to actually be there when his shift ended. Like an obedient little puppy, the golden retriever wagged his tail just outside the entrance to the theater. It was a comfortable temperature outside, but Gabriel still had that blush plastered on his cheeks.
“Wait, you came? For reals?” The cat laughed when he saw Gabriel approach him. “How nice of you to entertain me!”
“..You still have my phone!” Gabriel said in a low voice, hyper self-aware of who he met up with. He didn’t want anyone to know he was there, least of all ask questions. Even though they were surrounded by complete strangers, Gabriel couldn’t help but be anxious that people they knew would show up out of nowhere. They were, after all, at the mall – the one and only place where anything happened in Tempestfalls.
“Yeah, I do, don’t I?” The cat patted his pocket, where he kept it. “Want it back? Follow me. We’ll go do something fun.”
“Come – come on!” Gabriel whinnied, but followed the cat anyway. Although he wasn’t particularly close with the cat, he knew better than the cat’s mis-reputation and was sure that Michael wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. He knew Michael was not a bully and not malicious, and so the canine went with him; half curious what the cat had in mind and half glad to just get away from the very public spaces they were in. Through the parking lot, across the street, and another two minute’s walk away from the suburban rows of houses later they ended up at an abandoned playground in the middle of the woods. “Where.. Where are we?”
“Scared?” The cat teased.
“N-no!” The canine puffed his cheeks. It was quiet. Serene. Away from the noise of the city. He can see why the cat looked so at ease there.
All that the cat saw, however, was the confident-turned-shy Gabriel, who continued to show him faces that he had never shown before. The shy, awkward canine was a side that had never come through in their previous encounters. Michael thought Gabriel was too perfect, and now that he’s seen something that wasn’t the very model of a high school teen movie, he felt much more positively about the canine. Just the fact that Gabriel’s life wasn’t picture perfect gave such a huge step in being approachable.
“You know, you’re kinda cute like this.” The cat teased again. The canine’s tag wags did nothing to hide how he felt about the way the cat ribbed him.
Gabriel, in fact, kind of enjoyed it. To be spoken to so.. Informally. He was used to being circled by people who would try their best to impress him; to gain his favor one way or another. He was tired of all the suck-ups, the kiss-asses, and the yes-men. The way that Michael cut through the nicety that he was so used to was a breath of fresh air.
Then again, Michael also had the worst blackmail material on him, so many he was the one who tried to impress Michael now.
“S-stop.” Gabriel blushed. “Just give me my phone back!”
“Sure, sure. But you’ve gotta do something for me, first.” The cat couldn’t help but want to bully the golden retriever. For the second time he was certain that the canine wouldn’t go along with whatever he wanted, but he might as well try it, anyway. What was the worst that could happen? Gabriel went and spilled it to all of his friends? It wasn’t like the cat cared about what the popular crowd thought of him; and anyway, they had both graduated high school by then, and Michael would never see any of those clout-chasing losers again. He pushed himself onto the playground’s kid-sized wooden castle, where he sat on top of the tallest tower and let his legs dangle from the ledge. He shuffled and scooted to make himself more comfortable, got his tail out of the way of his ass, and then lifted his sneaker from the canine’s chest to his face, and wiggled his foot. “Take off my sneakers for me. I’ve been working a whole full shift in them.”
“Ugh.. Michael!” Gabriel whined. He knew at once where this was going. His cheeks blushed and his pants tightened around his crotch. “Come on, dude!”
“What?” The cat smirked deviously. “I just wanted to air my feet out!”
He said ‘feet’ with such emphasis.
Gabriel looked around the surroundings to see that every angle had been covered by the wooden planks that acted as the castle wall. That must have been the reason why Michael bought him there – to get some privacy away from prying eyes.
“Do you want your phone back or not?” Michael dangled the bait in front of Gabriel. Carrot and the stick. He had read about it in one book or another. “Or did you prefer I post about it on the ‘gram?”
“Okay! Okay! Sheesh!” Gabriel didn’t have time to think about it anymore. The canine reached for the cat’s sneakers and unlaced them. One at a time, he yanked it from the cat’s heels until the shoe came loose, and dropped it against the planks of wood on the castle floor. “Gross! There, you happy?”
“You say gross, but I bet you’ve dreamed of being under my foot, haven’t you?”
Maybe it was the cat’s intuition, but yes, Gabriel had, in fact, fantasized about it once. As he did with all of the other hotties he got to know when he socialized. The sudden playful accusation brought the canine’s fantasy right back to the forefront of his mind. It was when he saw Michael by himself, only a couple weeks ago, in the school library. He thought himself well hidden when he saw the cat perched on top of the birdcage swing seat on the second floor. Michael dressed cuter then, with his shoulder-length hair tied up in a short ponytail and some degree of eye shadow that highlighted his pupils. The cat had claws polished in black, wore his skinny jeans, and the very same pair of sneakers. There was something about the image of an emo catboy that revved Gabriel’s engine. That was reality. The fantastical park came when he imagined how those feline toes must have smelled after being trapped in those sneakers for the day. In the sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling window where the birdcage furnished the room.
He couldn’t help but breathe in now for a whiff of those feet. The cat’s socked foot was a half arm’s length away, and still there was an equal and opposite physical reaction to his actions. They smelled gorgeous to the canine, who never had the chance to get so close to anyone ever. His cheeks turned pink and the cat knew exactly what happened.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” The cat chuckled. Gabriel grimaced. He always had the perfect mask to put on, but it’d seem that he was emotionally neutered right now. He couldn’t help but breathe in again, with a fuller inhale this time, to really catch the cat’s scent in the wind.
“I do..” Gabriel caught himself taking another lungful of the cat’s scent before he finished his sentence. He wasn’t convincing anyone – the cat or himself. “..Not!”
“So that your-character-here commission of a golden retriever under someone’s foot.” The cat started, and those simple words sent the canine into a full blown panic. “Mmhm. Purely a coincidence?”
“Stop! Stop! I can explain that!” The canine’s eyes were practically in a swirl as he scrambled to think of a reason. An excuse. Anything that could make sense in its place. “Uh, uhhhh..!”
“You’re cute.” The cat laughed. “I’m not even judging. You act like you’re a virgin.”
The canine was silent. He had no response to that.
“Oh my god, you are a virgin!”
“Shut up!!” The canine covered his face and turned away. He never cared about losing his v-card as much as he did right then and there.
“Whoa, that’s crazy! A popular guy like you? I thought you’d have done it already, for sure!” The cat teased.
“Can we please drop the subject!” The canine looked for a way out. “B-b-besides! That’s n-n-not the most important thing in life!”
“Fair, fair, fine.” The cat chuckled. “So I’m going to assume that you’ve never sniffed someone’s feet either, huh? Despite how badly you want to.”
“Of course not!” The canine howled with shame. “It’s just a phase! I’ll get over it, okay? Sheesh! Gimme my phone back so I can go home already!”
“Last I checked, Gab-o, fetishes aren’t something you just ‘get over’.” The cat pointed out. “And I’m perfectly happy to let you sniff my feet.”
“I don’t – don’t..!” Gabriel turned to face the cat, who held up his foot to his face and waited for the moment to plant his toes across the canine’s nose. The toes squeezed, and Gabriel couldn’t help but steal a whiff – a deep breath of the cat’s scent.
It was so much better than he could ever imagine.
It had a clean smell. Sweaty, but not overtly so. There was no unpleasantness, and it was not strong. The scent was mild and gentle, and without any foulness to them. Salty to his nose, Gabriel could almost taste it on his tongue. He took another whiff in silence and shame. The tones came through better. There was something floral or fabric-y, like the smell of clean laundry, even though Michael had worn them for hours. They smelled good. No, better than good. They smelled amazing. A third inhale. The canine’s body trembled and he felt his legs go weak. He froze on the spot. There was nothing he could do to remove himself. Hook, line, and sinker. He was caught by the cat’s cast and he was instantly addicted.
“If you didn’t, you’d recoil and back off like a normal person did.” The cat stuck out his tongue. He was going to pull his foot back, but then as soon as his toes stopped the squeeze, the canine reached and held his foot on the face. He felt the heat that came from Gabriel’s cheeks. Michael understood how hard it was for the canine to act like that, and decided to relent on the aggressive teasing he had in mind. Gabriel gets one freebie. One. Then it’s right back to verbally humiliating the cute doggo.
“..Shit..!” Gabriel moaned as he took in another lungful of the fair scent. His crotch pressed against his pants, and by then his erection was incredibly obvious to the naked eye. He looked up only to see the cat’s stupid, adorable smirk plastered all over that damned feline face. “Okay, okay! You got me! Sheesh..!”
The cat was evidently satisfied with that answer, and rewarded Gabriel with the other foot over his face. The fresh, yet-unsniffed foot added a level of excitement to the golden retriever’s mind, so much that the canine was overwhelmed. His legs grew weak, his knees buckled, and he fell to the wooden floor of the playground castle.
“Hey! They don’t smell that bad!” The cat laughed and spread his toes through the sock.
“..No, they don’t.” The canine admitted. “They smell.. Good. Wait. Holy crap! Why am I telling you this?!”
“Because you want to give ‘em another whiff, don’t you?” The cat wiggled and curled his toes in that sock, and noticed the canine’s eyes following their movement. “But that’s not the only thing you want, is it?”
“Yeah, I want my phone back!” The canine whined. “You’re killing me here!”
“I’m thinking you might want to take my sock off.” The cat teased. “And maybe do something more than just sniffing.”
“No!” Gabriel shouted back immediately, but there was a look of regret on his face as soon as those words left his mouth. “Wait! No! I mean, no! No, no, no!”
“You’re cute.” The cat yanked the sock off his left foot and revealed his bare sole. He curled and clenched his toes again in full view of the canine. That was all that was needed to break the logic center of Gabriel’s mind. “So? Nobody’s around. Do you want to give them a kiss or not?”
“I, I, I..!” Gabriel stammered. “But..! My phone, and..!”
“Shut up. Crawl over here and give my big toe a kiss.” The cat commanded. It was as if Gabriel’s thought processes turned off. Shut down. The power cable was simply yanked from the outlet. The cat’s orders gave him an excuse to do it. An excuse to indulge both him and the cat’s curiosity. Both him and the cat’s desires for more. It was the excuse that he needed – in that moment, and in his life. He leaned forward and crawled on his hands and knees, put his lips to the cat’s big toe, and gave it a smooch. The cat rewarded Gabriel with a pat of his socked foot over the canine’s head. “There’s a good boy.”
“I’m.. not!” The golden retriever’s face was tomato red now. Once the act was complete it was like his mind snapped back to reality; but the gravity under his feet still escaped him.
“Are you satisfied with this? With just this?” The cat reached into his pocket to return the canine’s phone. As he held his arm out to offer it back, he locked gazes with Gabriel. “You know, you could take your phone and leave now if you want. Or, you know.”
Gabriel took his phone, took a look at it, then back at Michael.
“Or, what?” He explored the option. He didn’t know where Michael was going with that open ended question. “Or, what, exactly?”
“I think you know. Deep in your mind you know you want more.” The cat suggested. “You can’t be happy with just a couple sniffs and a kiss, can you?”
“..No?” Gabriel’s expression turned sad. The canine had everything written on his face. It was, in fact, adorable.
“So? I’m giving you a choice here, Gab-o.” The cat reiterated. “You can leave and we can pretend this never happened, or you can come with me, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The canine’s heart raced.
“It means if you want to get your dumb mutt face stepped on, you better clear your weekend schedule.” The cat huffed. He had never had to be so blunt about things like this. It was as if Gabriel actually had never heard a single sexual innuendo in his life, but that’s what made him so cute compared to the social butterfly mode that he was always in. This Gabriel was approachable. This Gabriel, he could bully. The best part was, he wanted to bully him so much more.
The canine didn’t need to answer, because his tail did it for him. As soon as the suggestion was made, Gabriel wagged that appendage like his life depended on it. Michael was pretty sure that Gabriel’s tail might have been an entirely separate entity. A Gab-o-Mood meter that detected what the canine’s thoughts were at the moment. The cat smiled.
Michael threw his sock at the canine, who caught it with his hands. A look of confusion was on his face, as if he asked what that was for.
“Keep it.” The cat hopped off the castle and slipped his feet back into his shoes. “I’m sure you’ll miss my scent until we meet up again.”
“Wh-who-who-who said we’ll meet again?!” Gabriel replied, all flustered. “I di-di-didn’t say that!”
Michael smirked and pushed his shoe-toe against the whimpering canine’s crotch. The whimper turned into a moan, and he felt Gabriel lightly hug his leg with both arms, but the hug was withdrawn as quickly as it appeared when his foot was no longer in contact.
“Alright puppy, whatever you say.” The cat ruffled the canine’s hair and gave him head pats. The moan soon turned into a dog-pur. “You know where I work. I’m there at the same time every day. You decide if you want to huff my toes or not.”
Gabriel sat on the wooden planks and watched Michael leave him behind. His legs were still weak. He looked at the sock in his hand, and then back at Michael, who didn’t turn back to look at him once. Gabriel was flustered. He could just leave the sock there and, like the cat said, pretend none of it ever happened.
Or…
…
…
…
The canine brought the sock to his nose and huffed again.
=The end=
