FreakyFieryFeline
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Cassidy had the worst day ever at work. When he gets home, still adjusting to his new life and trying to believe it's real, he finds a very special, very festive, present waiting for him.
Word Count: 4,614
M/F | Feet Tickling | Bondage | Clothed Male x Nude Female | Tickle Sex | PIV Sex | Bully Kink
Work was a fuck.
It was hot. The AC wasn’t working. There were too many goddamned people flooding the aisles because some genius at corporate decided to go forward with a sale on computers they didn’t have. And worst of all, Cassidy still hadn’t taken his fucking break.
White button-up stuck to his thin waist, sleeves rolled up, and a tie hanging loose around his neck, he bent down to pick up a box of games, shoving it onto the overstock shelf. Sweat poured down his face, stinging his eyes. But miserable as it was to clean up the back stock area, at least there were no customers.
Not yet anyway. Cassidy thought with a grumble. He reached for another box, but froze hearing footsteps approaching. He breathed a short sigh. It was just his coworker, Corey, energy drink in hand and a smarmy little smirk on his face.
“Oh, hey Cass. Didn’t know you were back here.”
“Where the fuck else would I be? We were supposed to have this shit put away an hour ago.” Cassidy hefted another box onto the shelf. He turned to Corey and shrugged his shoulders. “Well? You gonna help?”
After a long, noisy sip of his drink, he shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. Got this thing in my back. Doctor said I should avoid heavy lifting. ‘Sides, you look like you’ve got it under control.”
“Gee, thanks a fucking lot.” Cassidy rolled his eyes and pulled the last box from the cart. He gestured toward the cart. “Can you take that back?”
“No can do, Cass. I’m on my break.”
“You took your fucking break an hour ago. C’mon, I need to take mine. Just take the fucking cart back.” But seeing that his words were getting him nowhere, Cassidy just groaned and put the box away. He grabbed the cart, pushing it into the aisle. To his chagrin, Corey fell into step beside him.
“You and your, uh, boyfriend get a new place?”
Cassidy’s grip on the cart tightened. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again. There was an explosive on the end of his tongue, but with some concentrated effort, he managed to smother it. “Yeah. Why?”
“Mike over in Computers saw you moving out. Can’t afford the rent anymore?”
“Shady Inn is cheap as shit.”
“Yeah.” Another long sip. “I know.”
Mouth twitching, Cassidy took another breath and cracked his neck. It’s not worth it. Just fucking let it go. “We got a fucking great deal on a place outside Sleepy Sandalwood.”
Corey snorted. “Sandalwood? Who the hell lives in Sandalwood?”
“Me, fucker.”
The conversation came to a halt when the pair heard a sharp whistle from nearby. They turned to see their manager, Victoria, standing at the Software podium with an older lady. She raised her eyebrows and gestured for them to come over.
“You wanna —” Cassidy trailed off, watching Corey turn on his heel and start walking in the other direction. He paused just long enough to burp, then disappeared into the cafe at the center of the store. “Fucking asshole…” Another whistle. Cassidy pushed the cart aside. “I’m fucking coming, fuck!” He muttered under his breath.
When he reached the podium, Victory glared at him. Visibly tapping her foot, she waited for him to say something. “What d’you want?” was clearly not what she had in mind. Face flushed, she put on a plastic, thin-lipped smile.
“This nice lady is looking for a birthday gift. Do you think you could help her out?” She turned to the lady. The pitch in her voice rose several octaves, dripping with a disgusting amount of syrupy sweetness. “This is Cassidy. He’ll take very good care of you from here!” With a parting glare — she brought a hand to her throat, mouthing “fix your tie” — she turned and left the two of them alone.
Cassidy shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, who’re you shopping for?”
The customer was an older woman. Early forties to mid fifties. She had puffy, curly hair that had been recently dyed black and drawn-on eyebrows that made it seem like she was always shocked. “Oh, yes. Well, it’s for my nephew. See, I know he likes these erm,” she waved her hand in a vague gesture, “computer games! That’s it, the electronic ones you play on the TV. I just don’t know what he’d like.”
“What’s he play?” She shook her head. “What’s he already got?” Another negative. Cassidy pursed his lips and glanced down at her phone. “Is he online? MySpot, Chirper, or anything?”
The woman bit her lip and looked down at her phone. “Oh yes, I think he posts on BrightSky! Let’s see…yes! Here he is.”
Cassidy held out his hand, “Can I see it?”
“Not at all. Please, you have no idea how nervous I am. Last year I got him something he already had and I was just so embarrassed.” While she rambled, he flipped through the feed. Then, he saw a liked post, a smile finding its way to his lips.
“Cool.” He returned her phone and turned, motioning for her to follow. “We’ve got what you need. C’mon.”
“Oh thank you so much! Oh, my name is Sherice, what was yours, dear?”
“Cassidy. Don’t worry, Sherice, you’re gonna be the coolest fucking aunt on Earth when you show up with this shit.” He heard her little gasp of “Oh my!” but couldn’t resist a smirk. Putting stock away had paid off. He knew exactly what the kid wanted, and that they had exactly five of them left.
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By the time he got home that night, his shitty car sputtering as it pulled into the empty driveway, Cassidy was ready to stick his head in the oven. Sherice ended up being the only good customer he had — and bless her fucking heart, she’d left happy as fuck — with everyone after being three degrees off unbearable at best and the absolute fucking worst on average.
And worst of all, he never got his goddamned fucking break.
“Fucking piece of shit!” Cassidy slammed the car door shut and stormed up to the porch. He paused at the entrance, hand hovering over the doorknob. His mouth twitched. It still felt surreal. One day, Kiran’s talking to a new friend in League. A weekend later, they’re living out the most insane kinky fantasy Cassidy had ever imagined. And now it was the Wednesday after and they’d officially finished moving in yesterday. “How the fuck…”
It couldn’t be real. None of this shit could possibly be real. But when he grabbed the doorknob, it felt firm in his hand. When he inserted his key and twisted it, the tumblers fell. And, after a breath to steady his nerves, when he turned the knob, the door opened.
“I’m — uh — home?” He called, stepping inside. He pulled the door shut behind him, knelt down to untie his shoes, then left them in the shoe rack by the door next to an oversized pair of cheap flip flops. Cassidy’s heart raced when his eyes fell on them, tracing the deep impressions in the soles. It was that extra attention that led him to noticing that the other shoes were missing.
Huh. Did they go somewhere? K doesn’t have work tonight, and I thought Simone was off? Cassidy rose to his feet and left the entrance. His hand paused at the light switch, staring at the unusual sight before him. There was a big plastic tree decorated with colorful lights, casting a cozy glow throughout the living room. The TV was on, a video of a crackling fireplace playing on repeat to add warm tones of orange and yellow to the ambiance.
“What. The. Fuck?” He froze, hearing a muffled moan. He’d been so distracted by the lights that he hadn’t noticed the far — super fucking far — more jaw-dropping sight. Sitting in front of the TV was Faye. Completely naked, bound in red ribbon.
Their eyes locked. His face flushed; hers did too.
Faye moaned again and squirmed in her bindings. Arms secured behind her back, breasts squeezed between two strips of ribbon to draw his attention to her already peaked nipples. Her tail swayed behind her with a big red bow and tag. But his eyes were quickly drawn exactly where she wanted them. Down to her big, wide feet. Toes scrunched, her nails painted an alternating red and green, soft, wrinkled soles rubbing together in anticipation.
“F-Faye!? What the fuck! Are you okay?” He hurried down the steps, cursing when he stumbled, and knelt down beside her. She moaned in response, rubbing her feet against his thigh and waving her tail near his face. “Huh?”
The tag read: DON’T OPEN TIL X-MAS in all capital letters.
“The fuck?” Cassidy pinched the ribbon covering her mouth — shivering when she turned her head to brush his finger with her fangs — and pulled it down. “Are you okay?”
Faye’s big green eyes were practically sparkling as they gazed longingly into his. She turned her head, pressing her cheek against the palm of his hand while the urgent rubbing of her feet on his thigh continued. “Oooooh, Sissy, you’re finally home! Mmmmmm and now that you’re here…I’m all tied up and helpless. What are you gonna do to me?”
All the fear drained from his body, and his face fell. “The fuck?” He knew that tone. He’d become very quickly, very intimately familiar with that tone. It was the same exaggerated overacting she used when she wanted — “Wait, hang on. Did you do this to yourself?”
“Of course not, silly! Simone tied me up.” She waved her tail in his face, tickling his nose. “And Kiran wrote you this lovely letter! So,” Faye cleared her throat and whimpered, “what are you going to do to me, I’m so helpless and weak. You could do anything and I’d just have to let you!”
Despite his confusion, he felt a tightness in his pants.
“Okay, I am so fucking confused. What’s going on, Faye? Where are Simone and Kiran? Why are you tied up? And why the FUCK is there a goddamned Christmas tree in the living room?”
Faye blinked and tilted her head. “Hm? Oh, they’re on a date. They wanted to give us some time alone!” She beamed and purred, rubbing her cheek against his hand. “That’s why I’m all tied up, I’m your gift this year!”
“Gift for what? It’s fucking June.”
“Um, Midsummer’s Eve? It’s only one of the most important holidays in Elysium.”
Cassidy pointed at the tree. “The fuck?”
“Hm?” Faye looked back over her shoulder at the tree. “Oh! Well, normally Simone and I go visit my family in Elysium, but we couldn’t make it this year. And, y’know, Unistaat really doesn’t celebrate Midsummer — which is wild, by the way? It’s only like, the best holiday! — so we couldn’t find a maypole, and Christmas stuff is suuuuuuuuuuuper cheap this time of year.”
She turned back to him and beamed. “So, since we were settling for a Christmas tree, we decided to go all the way! Plus, now we’ve got all kinds of stuff for December!”
Cassidy shifted into a more comfortable position and scratched his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the effort the others had clearly put into this. But, none of it made sense. Fairy holiday or not. “Okay, but, why?”
Faye shuffled closer, working her way onto his lap and nuzzling his cheek. Her tail wrapped around his arm, its fluffy tip resting lightly in his hand. Rather than tickle, it felt like a warm heating pad.
“Kiran told us that you’ve been having a really bad time at work, and we wanted to make you feel better. Besides,” she lowered her voice and continued with a husky purr, “you and me still haven’t…you know.” She lowered it again. “Fucked.”
A shiver shot down his spine, and his cheeks caught fire.
Cassidy looked away and scratched his hair again. It was true. When Simone offered him a turn with her that first day, he’d frozen up and turned her down. And despite plenty of opportunities over the last few days — and Simone, and especially Faye, had not been subtle with their intentions — he still hadn’t been able to bring himself to go the distance.
He heard the purring stop. “We don’t have to, you know. If you don’t want to. You can just tickle me and then untie me.” He turned back to see Faye’s warm grin. “I’ll love it either way. I just…y’know…if you want to.”
She shuffled on his lap, grinding her naked bottom against his painfully erect dick.
“But, only if you want to, Cassidy. I’m happy just being tickled if that’s what you like.”
Heart pounding. Blood racing. With every subtle shift of her hips, he fought the urge to moan. Even if it was sweltering outside, her warm, soft body felt amazing against his. Before realizing what he was doing, his arms slipped around her and hugged her tight. When she started to purr, he felt a tightness in his throat.
“I mean…ugh — fuck! — I want to, I’m just…this shit feels crazy, right? Like, how the fuck is any of this real? You…you’re both really cool with this?” He felt her nod.
“More than cool! Case, you’re so much fun!” Faye rubbed her cheek against his. “You’re funny, and so nice, and I think it’s so cool how good you are at your job, even if you hate it. Plus,” she turned her head and kissed his neck, “you’re really fucking cute.”
With every press of her lips into the nape of his neck, Cassidy’s breathing grew heavier. His grip on her grew tighter, fingers sinking into her soft, warm skin. Her lips brushed his ear, sending a shiver racing down his spine and drawing the first breathy moan from his lips. Lips she claimed in a remarkably chaste kiss.
“If all this is moving too fast for you, then I’ll understand. We’ll understand. If you just wanna be friends that play tickle games, we can do that, too! I don’t want you to think we’re trying to get between you and Kiran. I mean…” Faye grinned. “Unless that’s where you want us. Cuz that could be really hot.”
Cassidy chuckled, but the nervous beating of his heart had yet to settle. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, lightly grazing her back and thigh with his short, stubby nails. Just that simple sensation brought a wobbly smile to her face, followed soon after by soft, melodic giggles that tickled his brain as gently as he tickled her.
“I’ve just…never been with anyone else except Kiran. So, I don’t wanna…fuck, I just don’t wanna screw things up, okay? You’re both so fucking hot and so fucking awesome, and I’m a huge fucking **** and the only reason Kiran hangs around is because they aren’t bothered by me being a ****.”
“I — hehehe! — I don’t think y-you’re — eek! Hehehe! — I don’t think you’re a ****.” Faye snuggled into his arms, rubbing her warm body against him, shifting to draw his fingers toward her bottom. “Hehehe! I th-thihihink you’re funny. Sohoho does Simohohone!” The fairy shivered and bit her lip when his fingers teased the base of her tail.
After a few seconds more, Cassidy’s hands went still. He pursed his lips. “Yeah?”
Faye, still giggling, nodded her head. She rose and kissed him again, this one deeper, fiercer than the last. Her fangs pricked his bottom lip; her tongue slipped into his mouth when he gasped. Only the couch behind him kept him from falling to the ground beneath the intensity of her kiss. When it finally broke, they were both breathless.
“We want you to be our boyfriend, Cassidy. And we wanna be your girlfriends — I wanna be your girlfriend. Just you…” A kiss. “Me…” Another kiss. “Simone….” A final, longer kiss. “And Kiran…one big happy…I dunno, poly tickle party.” She giggled and kissed him one last time, the softest kiss yet. “So, Cassidy the game grump, with your cheeks so bright, won’t you tickle fuck this kitty tonight?”
The last of his nerves evaporated. Cassidy laughed, laughed so hard he snorted. Then, when he cracked his eyes open and saw Faye leering at him with a grin the size of her face, he laughed some more.
“Alright! Alright, fuck. I’ll…I’ll fuck you, already.” His cheeks turned scarlet, and he looked away. “Don’t gotta twist my fuckin’ arm…” Faye’s weight left his lap, save for the soft press of her heels on his lap. Reaching out, his fingers brushed the tops of her feet, that light touch sending a shiver raising up her spine, spilling from her lips in a frantic giggle. He draped one hand across her ankles, the other lightly touching her heels.
Faye exploded with frantic squeals. “Hehehee! Omigosh, omigosh, mogahahahahwsh! I’m sohoho — tehehe! — so ticklihihish!” Her toes wiggled, weight shifted, pressing her warm, soft soles deeper into his fingertips. “I’m sohohoho helpless! If — if you — if you tickle me I’ll die!”
“Oh y-yeah? So if I just…do this?” Cassidy grazed his nails up the length of her soles, from heel to toe, gently digging his nails into the long, chubby stems of her toes. His heart raced, his pants grew painfully tight.
“EHEHEHEHE! YES! Aha! Hahaha! D-dohon’t tickle my fehehehet! I’m toohoho ticklish!” She squeaked, and her tail went stiff. “Nononohoho!”
His nails trailed back down her feet, digging in ever-so-slightly harder when he reached her round heels. Cassidy’s breath quickened, intoxicated in equal parts by her erotic giggling and the sensation of his fingers melting into her skin. It was still a mystery to him how feet so big, but so fucking soft could possibly exist. Maybe fairy magic. He pondered in the back of his mind.
At the front of his mind, he focused on the outline of her soles, tracing the outer edge with his nails with a scarcely firmer touch . Her feet trembled and shook, heels bouncing on his thigh, but never pulling back. She spread her toes wide whenever he reached them, giving him access to every inch no matter how loud she screamed or how hard she laughed.
He pinched her little toes and wiggled them, a grin growing on out of his bewildered expression.
“AAAAHAHAHA! MY TOES! Heeehehehehe! S-So —- HAHAHA! — so ticklish!”
“Mmm, yeah they are.” He pinched her toes between two fingers, tickling their pads with a third. “You love it though…don’t you? Having your soft, cute feet tickled?”
Another shiver raced up her spine. Her ears stood at attention, and the flush on her face grew three shades darker. Like shimmering pools of emerald, her eyes gazed longingly into his, tongue poking at the edge of her mouth.
“YEHEHEHES! T-Tihihihickle my b-b — BAHAHAHA! — big feet! Hehehe! Bahaha — bully my big, flahahahappy fehehehet!” Her breathy, moaning laughter tickled his brain, creating a current straight to his throbbing dick.
His pants were too tight, his shirt too hot. Cassidy unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way. His hand kept going, undoing his belt buckle. “Yeah? You want me to tickle your big, floppy feet, huh? Want me to r-really go to town on these,’ he pulled down his pants and boxers in a fumbled series of tugs, “b-big, f-fat, fucking s-slutty feet?”
Faye’s hips bucked with every adjective. Her tongue fell from her lips; her thighs rubbed together as if stoking a fire. She threw her head back laughing, fighting against the ribbons binding her to stroke his cock with her wiggling toes.
She felt him shiver and the butterflies in her belly starting doing somersaults.
“AHAHAHA NO! NAHAHAHAT MY BIHIHIG S-SLUHUHUHUTY — EEHEHEHE! — FEEEHEHEET!” The scribbling nails hovered just below the ball of her foot. A second joined on the other foot. He was so close; she was so close, too.
And Cassidy was painfully aware. He knew what she wanted, what would drive her fucking insane and send her teetering over the edge into a ticklish frenzy. He wanted to give it to her. Needed to give it to her — to be the one who gave it to her — but resisted the urge.
He’d had a bad fucking day and needed someone to take it out on. He looped his arm around her ankles, shifting his position so she couldn’t reach him anymore. All she could do was lie back, be tickled, and laugh her fucking head off.
“Yeah, well, you know what? I wanna tickle these slutty feet. I wanna see your pudgy toes wiggle, and I wanna hear you scream. How’s that sound?” His fingers moved lower; her laughter grew louder. Frantic. Desperate. As all ten nails sank into the tender slope of her arches, Faye’s laughter reached a new octave.
“NYAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THAT! PLEHEHEHE — EEHEHEHE! — AHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT MY FEEHEHEHET! NOHOHOT MY AHAHARCHES!”
Every shitty customer. Every shitty coworker. Every glare and eye-roll from his shitty boss.
Ten hours of pent-up frustration rushed to the tips of his fingers. Nails gliding along the sweat-slicked soles of her feet, he felt himself getting lost in the rhythm. Her ass bouncing on the floor, his dick throbbing with every squeak and squeal and shriek.
“Yeah…coochie coo. Right in these slutty arches. Tickle, tickle. This is what you wanted, right?” Cassidy bit his lip. For a moment he worried he might be making it weird, might be taking it a bit too far. But then he looked back and saw Faye’s eyes. Barely open, overflowing with tears down her blazing crimson cheeks, but sparkling. Hanging on his every fucking word. Nodding her head to every word so desperate and sincere, her fluffy mane flew in every direction.
“YEHEHEHES! YES! AHAHAHAHA! I’M — HAHAHAHA! — I’M A FFFAHAHAHACKING TIHIHIHCKLE SLUHUHUT! TICKLE MEEHEHE MOHOHORE, CASE!”
“Fuck!” Cassidy wrapped his lips around Faye’s big toe, nibbling the pad and raking his teeth along the stem. “I’m gonna destroy these big, fat feet. Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.”
With each “Tickle” Cassidy slid a different toe in his mouth. A firm suck, a gentle nibble. Each longer than the last. When he reached her last two toes, he slipped both in his mouth. Thrusting his tongue between them; thrusting his hips to the sound of her screams.
“NYAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE!” The gap between words was getting longer. The heady, breathless groan of satisfaction grew beneath every peel of laughter.
Working his way through the toes on her other foot, Cassidy closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation. From anyone else, her squealing laughter might have been an octave or two too high, a decibel or ten too loud. But Faye wasn’t anyone else. Every giggle, every laugh, was like a shot straight to the carnal center of his brain.
His dick leaked, straining with his arousal, desperate for attention.
More than soft and warm, her feet were delicious. Truly delicious. Every bead of sweat, every inch of skin was like a mouthful of apple-cinnamon pie. It was addictive; it was maddening. How the fuck did she taste so good? Fucking fairies!
It was the smell that ultimately wore down his resistance. She smelled just as sweet as she tasted, and as her arousal intensified with every kiss and suckle, every scribble and scrape, it grew stronger. Irresistible.
Cassidy wanted to keep tickling her, knowing that’s what she wanted too, but he needed to fuck her.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…” With Herculean strength, he pulled away and turned back toward her. Hefting her legs, he found the ribbons just loose enough for her already spread thighs to grant him entrance. She wanted him, she had to want him. The floor beneath her was drenched with her desire. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”
“OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAWD YEHEHES!” Faye pressed her feet against his face, caressing him with her toes and pressing her arches against his mouth. “FAHAHAHCK ME, CASE!”
The moment her feet touched his face, he knew there was no stopping it. Drawn to her smoldering core like a moth to a flame, He brought her hips closer and brushed her lips with his head. The last lingering doubt whispered that he might want to get some lube — every other voice screamed back Look how fucking wet she is!
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” All the air exited his lungs in a single groan as his head slid between her lips. He buried his face in her soles, nibbling and kissing her soft, wrinkled arches. Drawing his hips back, he thrust again, just a bit deeper.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” That robbed her of the last of her language. All Faye could do was frantically, enthusiastically, nod her head and laugh. With every thrust, her tail went stiff. Her eyes opened wide, and her back arched.
Cassidy nearly died. Her pussy clenching around his dick while she came, a tremor gripping her whole body, was indescribable. Sure, Kiran’s pussy was the only one he had any experience with, but the primal part of his brain told him this wasn’t normal.
Urgency rising, he thrust faster. Sucked and kissed and nibbled with slavish intensity. He needed to hear her scream. Needed her to laugh. Fuck he needed to cum.
Sinking his fingers into her thighs, he held on tight with all his strength. It finally hit him, like a freight train loaded with lit fireworks crashing into a gas station. So sudden, so intense that his hips stopped moving. It felt good, too good. Even the slightest movement of his hips was too much, far too much.
Faye’s tail wrapped around his waist, and the two of them started moving.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Holy fucking shitballs! FUCK!” Cassidy’s brain short-circuited. Moving with pure adrenaline, pure muscle memory, his hips slammed against hers. Every thrust raked his whole body with pleasure, squeezing another squirt from his dick.
And it just kept going. It just. Kept. Going.
“FFF,” Cassidy clenched his teeth, fighting against the feeling of a second orgasm — how the fuck was he having a second when he hadn’t finished fucking cumming yet? — about to rip him in half, “AAAAACK!” His hips shot forward. A second orgasm crashed into the first. Another geyser of cum erupted from the beacon of pleasure and ecstasy formerly known as his dick.
He couldn’t even tickle her anymore. Couldn’t move his lips to kiss, his teeth to nibble, his tongue to lick. He could barely form a coherent thought at all. So when he felt yet another orgasm creeping up, he fired up his last remaining brain call and forced his mouth to shout, “SN-SN — SNAAA — SNAP-P-PLE!”
Instantly, Faye’s tail released its hold, her feet slid away from his face. Gasping, crying — when the fuck did he start crying — hips still thrusting, Cassidy slid out of Faye’s warm pussy. His dick had never felt more cold. More alone. Then, he collapsed on the ground, staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, chest heaving to catch his breath.
Over the ringing in his ears and the mind-numbing fog of a still lingering orgasm, he heard shuffling nearby. He felt something soft on his shoulder. Felt a warm body snuggling close to him. Cassidy clenched his eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath through his clenched teeth. Then, he rolled onto his side and threw an arm and leg around her.
Faye slid even closer. Her lips touched his. Gentle; tender. When his eyes fluttered open, he saw her still blushing face smiling up at him.
“Happy Midsummer’s Eve, Case.”
Cassidy laughed. He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. “Merry Not-Fucking-Christmas, Faye.”
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M/F | Feet Tickling | Bondage | Clothed Male x Nude Female | Tickle Sex | PIV Sex | Bully Kink
Work was a fuck.
It was hot. The AC wasn’t working. There were too many goddamned people flooding the aisles because some genius at corporate decided to go forward with a sale on computers they didn’t have. And worst of all, Cassidy still hadn’t taken his fucking break.
White button-up stuck to his thin waist, sleeves rolled up, and a tie hanging loose around his neck, he bent down to pick up a box of games, shoving it onto the overstock shelf. Sweat poured down his face, stinging his eyes. But miserable as it was to clean up the back stock area, at least there were no customers.
Not yet anyway. Cassidy thought with a grumble. He reached for another box, but froze hearing footsteps approaching. He breathed a short sigh. It was just his coworker, Corey, energy drink in hand and a smarmy little smirk on his face.
“Oh, hey Cass. Didn’t know you were back here.”
“Where the fuck else would I be? We were supposed to have this shit put away an hour ago.” Cassidy hefted another box onto the shelf. He turned to Corey and shrugged his shoulders. “Well? You gonna help?”
After a long, noisy sip of his drink, he shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. Got this thing in my back. Doctor said I should avoid heavy lifting. ‘Sides, you look like you’ve got it under control.”
“Gee, thanks a fucking lot.” Cassidy rolled his eyes and pulled the last box from the cart. He gestured toward the cart. “Can you take that back?”
“No can do, Cass. I’m on my break.”
“You took your fucking break an hour ago. C’mon, I need to take mine. Just take the fucking cart back.” But seeing that his words were getting him nowhere, Cassidy just groaned and put the box away. He grabbed the cart, pushing it into the aisle. To his chagrin, Corey fell into step beside him.
“You and your, uh, boyfriend get a new place?”
Cassidy’s grip on the cart tightened. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again. There was an explosive on the end of his tongue, but with some concentrated effort, he managed to smother it. “Yeah. Why?”
“Mike over in Computers saw you moving out. Can’t afford the rent anymore?”
“Shady Inn is cheap as shit.”
“Yeah.” Another long sip. “I know.”
Mouth twitching, Cassidy took another breath and cracked his neck. It’s not worth it. Just fucking let it go. “We got a fucking great deal on a place outside Sleepy Sandalwood.”
Corey snorted. “Sandalwood? Who the hell lives in Sandalwood?”
“Me, fucker.”
The conversation came to a halt when the pair heard a sharp whistle from nearby. They turned to see their manager, Victoria, standing at the Software podium with an older lady. She raised her eyebrows and gestured for them to come over.
“You wanna —” Cassidy trailed off, watching Corey turn on his heel and start walking in the other direction. He paused just long enough to burp, then disappeared into the cafe at the center of the store. “Fucking asshole…” Another whistle. Cassidy pushed the cart aside. “I’m fucking coming, fuck!” He muttered under his breath.
When he reached the podium, Victory glared at him. Visibly tapping her foot, she waited for him to say something. “What d’you want?” was clearly not what she had in mind. Face flushed, she put on a plastic, thin-lipped smile.
“This nice lady is looking for a birthday gift. Do you think you could help her out?” She turned to the lady. The pitch in her voice rose several octaves, dripping with a disgusting amount of syrupy sweetness. “This is Cassidy. He’ll take very good care of you from here!” With a parting glare — she brought a hand to her throat, mouthing “fix your tie” — she turned and left the two of them alone.
Cassidy shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, who’re you shopping for?”
The customer was an older woman. Early forties to mid fifties. She had puffy, curly hair that had been recently dyed black and drawn-on eyebrows that made it seem like she was always shocked. “Oh, yes. Well, it’s for my nephew. See, I know he likes these erm,” she waved her hand in a vague gesture, “computer games! That’s it, the electronic ones you play on the TV. I just don’t know what he’d like.”
“What’s he play?” She shook her head. “What’s he already got?” Another negative. Cassidy pursed his lips and glanced down at her phone. “Is he online? MySpot, Chirper, or anything?”
The woman bit her lip and looked down at her phone. “Oh yes, I think he posts on BrightSky! Let’s see…yes! Here he is.”
Cassidy held out his hand, “Can I see it?”
“Not at all. Please, you have no idea how nervous I am. Last year I got him something he already had and I was just so embarrassed.” While she rambled, he flipped through the feed. Then, he saw a liked post, a smile finding its way to his lips.
“Cool.” He returned her phone and turned, motioning for her to follow. “We’ve got what you need. C’mon.”
“Oh thank you so much! Oh, my name is Sherice, what was yours, dear?”
“Cassidy. Don’t worry, Sherice, you’re gonna be the coolest fucking aunt on Earth when you show up with this shit.” He heard her little gasp of “Oh my!” but couldn’t resist a smirk. Putting stock away had paid off. He knew exactly what the kid wanted, and that they had exactly five of them left.
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By the time he got home that night, his shitty car sputtering as it pulled into the empty driveway, Cassidy was ready to stick his head in the oven. Sherice ended up being the only good customer he had — and bless her fucking heart, she’d left happy as fuck — with everyone after being three degrees off unbearable at best and the absolute fucking worst on average.
And worst of all, he never got his goddamned fucking break.
“Fucking piece of shit!” Cassidy slammed the car door shut and stormed up to the porch. He paused at the entrance, hand hovering over the doorknob. His mouth twitched. It still felt surreal. One day, Kiran’s talking to a new friend in League. A weekend later, they’re living out the most insane kinky fantasy Cassidy had ever imagined. And now it was the Wednesday after and they’d officially finished moving in yesterday. “How the fuck…”
It couldn’t be real. None of this shit could possibly be real. But when he grabbed the doorknob, it felt firm in his hand. When he inserted his key and twisted it, the tumblers fell. And, after a breath to steady his nerves, when he turned the knob, the door opened.
“I’m — uh — home?” He called, stepping inside. He pulled the door shut behind him, knelt down to untie his shoes, then left them in the shoe rack by the door next to an oversized pair of cheap flip flops. Cassidy’s heart raced when his eyes fell on them, tracing the deep impressions in the soles. It was that extra attention that led him to noticing that the other shoes were missing.
Huh. Did they go somewhere? K doesn’t have work tonight, and I thought Simone was off? Cassidy rose to his feet and left the entrance. His hand paused at the light switch, staring at the unusual sight before him. There was a big plastic tree decorated with colorful lights, casting a cozy glow throughout the living room. The TV was on, a video of a crackling fireplace playing on repeat to add warm tones of orange and yellow to the ambiance.
“What. The. Fuck?” He froze, hearing a muffled moan. He’d been so distracted by the lights that he hadn’t noticed the far — super fucking far — more jaw-dropping sight. Sitting in front of the TV was Faye. Completely naked, bound in red ribbon.
Their eyes locked. His face flushed; hers did too.
Faye moaned again and squirmed in her bindings. Arms secured behind her back, breasts squeezed between two strips of ribbon to draw his attention to her already peaked nipples. Her tail swayed behind her with a big red bow and tag. But his eyes were quickly drawn exactly where she wanted them. Down to her big, wide feet. Toes scrunched, her nails painted an alternating red and green, soft, wrinkled soles rubbing together in anticipation.
“F-Faye!? What the fuck! Are you okay?” He hurried down the steps, cursing when he stumbled, and knelt down beside her. She moaned in response, rubbing her feet against his thigh and waving her tail near his face. “Huh?”
The tag read: DON’T OPEN TIL X-MAS in all capital letters.
“The fuck?” Cassidy pinched the ribbon covering her mouth — shivering when she turned her head to brush his finger with her fangs — and pulled it down. “Are you okay?”
Faye’s big green eyes were practically sparkling as they gazed longingly into his. She turned her head, pressing her cheek against the palm of his hand while the urgent rubbing of her feet on his thigh continued. “Oooooh, Sissy, you’re finally home! Mmmmmm and now that you’re here…I’m all tied up and helpless. What are you gonna do to me?”
All the fear drained from his body, and his face fell. “The fuck?” He knew that tone. He’d become very quickly, very intimately familiar with that tone. It was the same exaggerated overacting she used when she wanted — “Wait, hang on. Did you do this to yourself?”
“Of course not, silly! Simone tied me up.” She waved her tail in his face, tickling his nose. “And Kiran wrote you this lovely letter! So,” Faye cleared her throat and whimpered, “what are you going to do to me, I’m so helpless and weak. You could do anything and I’d just have to let you!”
Despite his confusion, he felt a tightness in his pants.
“Okay, I am so fucking confused. What’s going on, Faye? Where are Simone and Kiran? Why are you tied up? And why the FUCK is there a goddamned Christmas tree in the living room?”
Faye blinked and tilted her head. “Hm? Oh, they’re on a date. They wanted to give us some time alone!” She beamed and purred, rubbing her cheek against his hand. “That’s why I’m all tied up, I’m your gift this year!”
“Gift for what? It’s fucking June.”
“Um, Midsummer’s Eve? It’s only one of the most important holidays in Elysium.”
Cassidy pointed at the tree. “The fuck?”
“Hm?” Faye looked back over her shoulder at the tree. “Oh! Well, normally Simone and I go visit my family in Elysium, but we couldn’t make it this year. And, y’know, Unistaat really doesn’t celebrate Midsummer — which is wild, by the way? It’s only like, the best holiday! — so we couldn’t find a maypole, and Christmas stuff is suuuuuuuuuuuper cheap this time of year.”
She turned back to him and beamed. “So, since we were settling for a Christmas tree, we decided to go all the way! Plus, now we’ve got all kinds of stuff for December!”
Cassidy shifted into a more comfortable position and scratched his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the effort the others had clearly put into this. But, none of it made sense. Fairy holiday or not. “Okay, but, why?”
Faye shuffled closer, working her way onto his lap and nuzzling his cheek. Her tail wrapped around his arm, its fluffy tip resting lightly in his hand. Rather than tickle, it felt like a warm heating pad.
“Kiran told us that you’ve been having a really bad time at work, and we wanted to make you feel better. Besides,” she lowered her voice and continued with a husky purr, “you and me still haven’t…you know.” She lowered it again. “Fucked.”
A shiver shot down his spine, and his cheeks caught fire.
Cassidy looked away and scratched his hair again. It was true. When Simone offered him a turn with her that first day, he’d frozen up and turned her down. And despite plenty of opportunities over the last few days — and Simone, and especially Faye, had not been subtle with their intentions — he still hadn’t been able to bring himself to go the distance.
He heard the purring stop. “We don’t have to, you know. If you don’t want to. You can just tickle me and then untie me.” He turned back to see Faye’s warm grin. “I’ll love it either way. I just…y’know…if you want to.”
She shuffled on his lap, grinding her naked bottom against his painfully erect dick.
“But, only if you want to, Cassidy. I’m happy just being tickled if that’s what you like.”
Heart pounding. Blood racing. With every subtle shift of her hips, he fought the urge to moan. Even if it was sweltering outside, her warm, soft body felt amazing against his. Before realizing what he was doing, his arms slipped around her and hugged her tight. When she started to purr, he felt a tightness in his throat.
“I mean…ugh — fuck! — I want to, I’m just…this shit feels crazy, right? Like, how the fuck is any of this real? You…you’re both really cool with this?” He felt her nod.
“More than cool! Case, you’re so much fun!” Faye rubbed her cheek against his. “You’re funny, and so nice, and I think it’s so cool how good you are at your job, even if you hate it. Plus,” she turned her head and kissed his neck, “you’re really fucking cute.”
With every press of her lips into the nape of his neck, Cassidy’s breathing grew heavier. His grip on her grew tighter, fingers sinking into her soft, warm skin. Her lips brushed his ear, sending a shiver racing down his spine and drawing the first breathy moan from his lips. Lips she claimed in a remarkably chaste kiss.
“If all this is moving too fast for you, then I’ll understand. We’ll understand. If you just wanna be friends that play tickle games, we can do that, too! I don’t want you to think we’re trying to get between you and Kiran. I mean…” Faye grinned. “Unless that’s where you want us. Cuz that could be really hot.”
Cassidy chuckled, but the nervous beating of his heart had yet to settle. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, lightly grazing her back and thigh with his short, stubby nails. Just that simple sensation brought a wobbly smile to her face, followed soon after by soft, melodic giggles that tickled his brain as gently as he tickled her.
“I’ve just…never been with anyone else except Kiran. So, I don’t wanna…fuck, I just don’t wanna screw things up, okay? You’re both so fucking hot and so fucking awesome, and I’m a huge fucking **** and the only reason Kiran hangs around is because they aren’t bothered by me being a ****.”
“I — hehehe! — I don’t think y-you’re — eek! Hehehe! — I don’t think you’re a ****.” Faye snuggled into his arms, rubbing her warm body against him, shifting to draw his fingers toward her bottom. “Hehehe! I th-thihihink you’re funny. Sohoho does Simohohone!” The fairy shivered and bit her lip when his fingers teased the base of her tail.
After a few seconds more, Cassidy’s hands went still. He pursed his lips. “Yeah?”
Faye, still giggling, nodded her head. She rose and kissed him again, this one deeper, fiercer than the last. Her fangs pricked his bottom lip; her tongue slipped into his mouth when he gasped. Only the couch behind him kept him from falling to the ground beneath the intensity of her kiss. When it finally broke, they were both breathless.
“We want you to be our boyfriend, Cassidy. And we wanna be your girlfriends — I wanna be your girlfriend. Just you…” A kiss. “Me…” Another kiss. “Simone….” A final, longer kiss. “And Kiran…one big happy…I dunno, poly tickle party.” She giggled and kissed him one last time, the softest kiss yet. “So, Cassidy the game grump, with your cheeks so bright, won’t you tickle fuck this kitty tonight?”
The last of his nerves evaporated. Cassidy laughed, laughed so hard he snorted. Then, when he cracked his eyes open and saw Faye leering at him with a grin the size of her face, he laughed some more.
“Alright! Alright, fuck. I’ll…I’ll fuck you, already.” His cheeks turned scarlet, and he looked away. “Don’t gotta twist my fuckin’ arm…” Faye’s weight left his lap, save for the soft press of her heels on his lap. Reaching out, his fingers brushed the tops of her feet, that light touch sending a shiver raising up her spine, spilling from her lips in a frantic giggle. He draped one hand across her ankles, the other lightly touching her heels.
Faye exploded with frantic squeals. “Hehehee! Omigosh, omigosh, mogahahahahwsh! I’m sohoho — tehehe! — so ticklihihish!” Her toes wiggled, weight shifted, pressing her warm, soft soles deeper into his fingertips. “I’m sohohoho helpless! If — if you — if you tickle me I’ll die!”
“Oh y-yeah? So if I just…do this?” Cassidy grazed his nails up the length of her soles, from heel to toe, gently digging his nails into the long, chubby stems of her toes. His heart raced, his pants grew painfully tight.
“EHEHEHEHE! YES! Aha! Hahaha! D-dohon’t tickle my fehehehet! I’m toohoho ticklish!” She squeaked, and her tail went stiff. “Nononohoho!”
His nails trailed back down her feet, digging in ever-so-slightly harder when he reached her round heels. Cassidy’s breath quickened, intoxicated in equal parts by her erotic giggling and the sensation of his fingers melting into her skin. It was still a mystery to him how feet so big, but so fucking soft could possibly exist. Maybe fairy magic. He pondered in the back of his mind.
At the front of his mind, he focused on the outline of her soles, tracing the outer edge with his nails with a scarcely firmer touch . Her feet trembled and shook, heels bouncing on his thigh, but never pulling back. She spread her toes wide whenever he reached them, giving him access to every inch no matter how loud she screamed or how hard she laughed.
He pinched her little toes and wiggled them, a grin growing on out of his bewildered expression.
“AAAAHAHAHA! MY TOES! Heeehehehehe! S-So —- HAHAHA! — so ticklish!”
“Mmm, yeah they are.” He pinched her toes between two fingers, tickling their pads with a third. “You love it though…don’t you? Having your soft, cute feet tickled?”
Another shiver raced up her spine. Her ears stood at attention, and the flush on her face grew three shades darker. Like shimmering pools of emerald, her eyes gazed longingly into his, tongue poking at the edge of her mouth.
“YEHEHEHES! T-Tihihihickle my b-b — BAHAHAHA! — big feet! Hehehe! Bahaha — bully my big, flahahahappy fehehehet!” Her breathy, moaning laughter tickled his brain, creating a current straight to his throbbing dick.
His pants were too tight, his shirt too hot. Cassidy unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way. His hand kept going, undoing his belt buckle. “Yeah? You want me to tickle your big, floppy feet, huh? Want me to r-really go to town on these,’ he pulled down his pants and boxers in a fumbled series of tugs, “b-big, f-fat, fucking s-slutty feet?”
Faye’s hips bucked with every adjective. Her tongue fell from her lips; her thighs rubbed together as if stoking a fire. She threw her head back laughing, fighting against the ribbons binding her to stroke his cock with her wiggling toes.
She felt him shiver and the butterflies in her belly starting doing somersaults.
“AHAHAHA NO! NAHAHAHAT MY BIHIHIG S-SLUHUHUHUTY — EEHEHEHE! — FEEEHEHEET!” The scribbling nails hovered just below the ball of her foot. A second joined on the other foot. He was so close; she was so close, too.
And Cassidy was painfully aware. He knew what she wanted, what would drive her fucking insane and send her teetering over the edge into a ticklish frenzy. He wanted to give it to her. Needed to give it to her — to be the one who gave it to her — but resisted the urge.
He’d had a bad fucking day and needed someone to take it out on. He looped his arm around her ankles, shifting his position so she couldn’t reach him anymore. All she could do was lie back, be tickled, and laugh her fucking head off.
“Yeah, well, you know what? I wanna tickle these slutty feet. I wanna see your pudgy toes wiggle, and I wanna hear you scream. How’s that sound?” His fingers moved lower; her laughter grew louder. Frantic. Desperate. As all ten nails sank into the tender slope of her arches, Faye’s laughter reached a new octave.
“NYAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THAT! PLEHEHEHE — EEHEHEHE! — AHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT MY FEEHEHEHET! NOHOHOT MY AHAHARCHES!”
Every shitty customer. Every shitty coworker. Every glare and eye-roll from his shitty boss.
Ten hours of pent-up frustration rushed to the tips of his fingers. Nails gliding along the sweat-slicked soles of her feet, he felt himself getting lost in the rhythm. Her ass bouncing on the floor, his dick throbbing with every squeak and squeal and shriek.
“Yeah…coochie coo. Right in these slutty arches. Tickle, tickle. This is what you wanted, right?” Cassidy bit his lip. For a moment he worried he might be making it weird, might be taking it a bit too far. But then he looked back and saw Faye’s eyes. Barely open, overflowing with tears down her blazing crimson cheeks, but sparkling. Hanging on his every fucking word. Nodding her head to every word so desperate and sincere, her fluffy mane flew in every direction.
“YEHEHEHES! YES! AHAHAHAHA! I’M — HAHAHAHA! — I’M A FFFAHAHAHACKING TIHIHIHCKLE SLUHUHUT! TICKLE MEEHEHE MOHOHORE, CASE!”
“Fuck!” Cassidy wrapped his lips around Faye’s big toe, nibbling the pad and raking his teeth along the stem. “I’m gonna destroy these big, fat feet. Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.”
With each “Tickle” Cassidy slid a different toe in his mouth. A firm suck, a gentle nibble. Each longer than the last. When he reached her last two toes, he slipped both in his mouth. Thrusting his tongue between them; thrusting his hips to the sound of her screams.
“NYAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE!” The gap between words was getting longer. The heady, breathless groan of satisfaction grew beneath every peel of laughter.
Working his way through the toes on her other foot, Cassidy closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation. From anyone else, her squealing laughter might have been an octave or two too high, a decibel or ten too loud. But Faye wasn’t anyone else. Every giggle, every laugh, was like a shot straight to the carnal center of his brain.
His dick leaked, straining with his arousal, desperate for attention.
More than soft and warm, her feet were delicious. Truly delicious. Every bead of sweat, every inch of skin was like a mouthful of apple-cinnamon pie. It was addictive; it was maddening. How the fuck did she taste so good? Fucking fairies!
It was the smell that ultimately wore down his resistance. She smelled just as sweet as she tasted, and as her arousal intensified with every kiss and suckle, every scribble and scrape, it grew stronger. Irresistible.
Cassidy wanted to keep tickling her, knowing that’s what she wanted too, but he needed to fuck her.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…” With Herculean strength, he pulled away and turned back toward her. Hefting her legs, he found the ribbons just loose enough for her already spread thighs to grant him entrance. She wanted him, she had to want him. The floor beneath her was drenched with her desire. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”
“OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAWD YEHEHES!” Faye pressed her feet against his face, caressing him with her toes and pressing her arches against his mouth. “FAHAHAHCK ME, CASE!”
The moment her feet touched his face, he knew there was no stopping it. Drawn to her smoldering core like a moth to a flame, He brought her hips closer and brushed her lips with his head. The last lingering doubt whispered that he might want to get some lube — every other voice screamed back Look how fucking wet she is!
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” All the air exited his lungs in a single groan as his head slid between her lips. He buried his face in her soles, nibbling and kissing her soft, wrinkled arches. Drawing his hips back, he thrust again, just a bit deeper.
“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” That robbed her of the last of her language. All Faye could do was frantically, enthusiastically, nod her head and laugh. With every thrust, her tail went stiff. Her eyes opened wide, and her back arched.
Cassidy nearly died. Her pussy clenching around his dick while she came, a tremor gripping her whole body, was indescribable. Sure, Kiran’s pussy was the only one he had any experience with, but the primal part of his brain told him this wasn’t normal.
Urgency rising, he thrust faster. Sucked and kissed and nibbled with slavish intensity. He needed to hear her scream. Needed her to laugh. Fuck he needed to cum.
Sinking his fingers into her thighs, he held on tight with all his strength. It finally hit him, like a freight train loaded with lit fireworks crashing into a gas station. So sudden, so intense that his hips stopped moving. It felt good, too good. Even the slightest movement of his hips was too much, far too much.
Faye’s tail wrapped around his waist, and the two of them started moving.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Holy fucking shitballs! FUCK!” Cassidy’s brain short-circuited. Moving with pure adrenaline, pure muscle memory, his hips slammed against hers. Every thrust raked his whole body with pleasure, squeezing another squirt from his dick.
And it just kept going. It just. Kept. Going.
“FFF,” Cassidy clenched his teeth, fighting against the feeling of a second orgasm — how the fuck was he having a second when he hadn’t finished fucking cumming yet? — about to rip him in half, “AAAAACK!” His hips shot forward. A second orgasm crashed into the first. Another geyser of cum erupted from the beacon of pleasure and ecstasy formerly known as his dick.
He couldn’t even tickle her anymore. Couldn’t move his lips to kiss, his teeth to nibble, his tongue to lick. He could barely form a coherent thought at all. So when he felt yet another orgasm creeping up, he fired up his last remaining brain call and forced his mouth to shout, “SN-SN — SNAAA — SNAP-P-PLE!”
Instantly, Faye’s tail released its hold, her feet slid away from his face. Gasping, crying — when the fuck did he start crying — hips still thrusting, Cassidy slid out of Faye’s warm pussy. His dick had never felt more cold. More alone. Then, he collapsed on the ground, staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, chest heaving to catch his breath.
Over the ringing in his ears and the mind-numbing fog of a still lingering orgasm, he heard shuffling nearby. He felt something soft on his shoulder. Felt a warm body snuggling close to him. Cassidy clenched his eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath through his clenched teeth. Then, he rolled onto his side and threw an arm and leg around her.
Faye slid even closer. Her lips touched his. Gentle; tender. When his eyes fluttered open, he saw her still blushing face smiling up at him.
“Happy Midsummer’s Eve, Case.”
Cassidy laughed. He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. “Merry Not-Fucking-Christmas, Faye.”
