Hearts and...Paws Day?

by lego3

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: The Movie, Slice of Life, Romance, Anon, Porn, Fetish, Capper, Sex
Length: 1957

Life in Klugetown is pretty rough for Anon, especially on Hearts and Hooves Day. But not today. (WARNING, CONTAINS PAW FETISH STUFF.)

(Hearts and Hooves special) Klugetown sucks. Anon has always been alone, loveless, and miserable in this town. Today was always the worst day of the year, because even in this dump, creatures celebrate Hearts and Hooves. However, he meets someone that he may relate to...(WARNING, CONTAINS PAW FETISH STUFF.)

Published 2018-02-09 01:30:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-02-09 01:30:06 UTC

Your Paws are Soft...Kappa

Abyssinia. What a terrible place it's become ever since that Storm King guy stole all the cash. The king and queen are barely able to keep the kingdom under control, and crime is skyrocketing everywhere...but your town, Klugetown, that you, Anon, lived in before this whole mess, was affected the worst. Buildings falling apart, thugs, drug lords, and a giant mole as the mob boss. Moles were a great fear of yours, and they only got worse the bigger they got, because historically, on your home planet, moles that were giant were an infamous bane on those with one chance at life.

You learned in this town that things can always get worse, so you decided to try to save some cash to leave for safer territory. Unfortunately, since you were already struggling to survive (and working as a stall assistant for some fat fishlike thing) you liked to drink your troubles away. The bar was where you usually hung out, and you could only afford the cheapest watered-down ale they had.

At LEAST it managed to get your mind off the fact that there was no one who'd sleep next to you at night, reassuring you that it'd be ok.

You were on your way to the bar, with lower energy than usual today. Perhaps the fact that you'd heard it was Hearts and Hooves Day over in Equestria was the cause.

You arrived at the bar, eager to get to your drinking. You'd need quite a lot on a day like THIS stupid holiday. But as you sat down, you noticed something different today. A tall, feline-structured creature, with a wave of bluish hair, and caramel fur all over his body. The way he spoke was as smooth as the feet of a goddess, and his emerald eyes instantly captivated you the moment they met yours. He stopped speaking to the...things...in black suits who were harassing him about some sort of debt, shooed them off, and walked over to you.

Damn, his walk was so quiet, you wouldn't have noticed him even if he was walking on broken glass. The way his soft-looking, flexible paws hit the floor made no noise intrigued you to the point you were staring at them, while the tall cat was staring down at you.

"I've never seen your face before, guy. I would be able to see it if you realized my eyes were up here," he said in a calm, soothing masculine voice. It made your skin crawl, and grow goosebumps. You looked up at his confident, perfectly chiseled face, and began to speak to your new feline friend.

His name was Capper. He was stuck in this town, and just as miserable as you were. He told you what his former friend, Chummer, did to him to get him into this mess. You were getting more and more drunk while listening to his stories, and so was he. He was friendly enough, and you were generous, so you bought him a few drinks as well. He was as hazy and inebriated as you were, before long.

The talking soon evolved into feelings sharing, due to the immense amount of liquid courage bubbling away in your systems. You looked under the table you were chugging ale at, and were able to spot a glimpse of a spiny, pink mass barely hidden by his torn red coat. Your face turned as red as the jacket Capper wore, but the drunk cat didn't take any notice.

Instead, after a lot of babbling about himself never being able to find a mate, and how lonely he was at night, and also how afraid he was, he leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours.

You were completely taken off guard at this point, despite your drunkenness. And yet...normally, you'd have reservations about having males as lovers, but something about this felt...right. So you held his warm, soft hands and returned the kiss with equal vigour, your tongue feeling his sharp, yet shiny white fangs.

He stopped the passionate kiss between you both, and with a heavily slurred speech, let you know to continue this heated moment at his place. To this you agreed, and stumbled with your tall, slim feline lover across town, into a windmill, and then climbed two different ladders, to then find a trapdoor, which you opened upwards.

Capper leapt up through the trapdoor gracefully, and in his charming voice, called you over to his bed. All it took was a bit of his emerald eyes batting at you, and you were in. You could feel his legs press against yours, his flawless footpaws gently pushing against your shins. You blush brightly and look downwards, enjoying the feeling of his sharp claws digging into your skin.

He tips your chin up with one of his delicate fingers, murmuring into your ear. "I think SOMEONE likes paws...maybe we can make a deal for them..." You kiss his forepaw, fumbling with your pants and shirt to get them off. "Hah...huh?" you ask, panting for breath at his seductive acts.

Capper removes his red coat, his only article of clothing, slowly and smoothly, in contrast to your desperate removal of your own clothing. His paw gently strokes his thick, spiny shaft, his other paw pointing downwards at it. "Put that mouth of yours to good use...and I think i can make it worth your while..." he says, licking at his fangs. His toes splay widely, hind paws softly rubbing against each other to entice you, and you wasted no time in caring for his needs.

You put your lips against the tip of his length, extending your tongue and taking a lick along the underside. It tasted quite musky, but somehow, the combination of the musk, and the spines scratching carefully across your tongue, made it taste intoxicatingly good. You carefully began to fondle his sack, widening your mouth and inching your way down his hardness.

You deeply inhale his scent, rubbing your tongue on the base of his dick. You decide that you want more of it, and lo and behold, his entire cock disappears into your mouth, the tip pushing slightly down your throat. The spines scratched your esophagus, but it felt amazing.

Capper's soft forepaw rests on the back of your head, while you sensually massage his delicate balls in one hand, holding one of his thighs with the other. To pleass your new feline mate, you move your head back and forth, lips sealed around his shaft. He purrs loudly at your lip work, and at the feeling of your tongue slipping up and down his spiky, needy cock.

You were running out of air, so you took another sharp inhale through your nose as your lips pressed against his lower belly and sack. Just in time too, as Capper's thighs cross over one another, keeping your head firmly in place, so you're unable to pull away.

You took this as a sign to keep on going, your tongue sliding up his sack and throat massaging around the girthy cat's tip. Even though his thighs were closed around your ears, you could hear his desire-filled grunts, and you can feel the precum coating the back of your throat. This signifies to you that he's close, and you concentrate on finishing him off before you run out of oxygen.

As your hand softly cupped his sack, and your tongue swirling around his warm, musky and spiny dick, he meows quite loudly, and you can feel his thighs release you as he pulls back a bit. Not long after, you feel a warm, sticky fluid begin to fill your mouth up to the brim, and not wanting to waste any of it or disappoint him, you swallow every little drop of his essence that he gives you, opening up your mouth to show him that you gulped it all down.

He's sweating and blushing a bit, but still is retaining his charming, seductive bedroom eyes. "Mmmm, yeah, that was really something...humans make pretty good mates," Capper says, patting your head and taking his claws through your hair, "A deal's a deal, I know what you want..."

You get up off your belly, licking your lips to savor the last little bit of his taste. Capper allowed you to sit against the head of his bed, and you spread your legs wide, your length soaked in pre. You were hot and bothered from that service you performed, and you needed relief as soon as possible.

The long, tan, and handsome cat rubbed his silky, thick-furred hind paws together, licking his lips. "Get yourself comfy, Anon, you're gonna love me...you're gonna stay here..." he murmurs. As soon as his pawpads met either side of your cock, you jolted and groaned out in bliss. The pads were flawless and unblemished, and a rather sexy shade of pink. The gentle work they were doing on you was driving you insane. How was he doing this so well, while he was so drunk? The world may never know.

The claws on his curvy toes extended outwards, and gripped very gently on your dick. Just enough to cause electric tingles, but not enough to hurt you. You closed your eyes and moaned quite loudly. Capper's toes spread, then pressed back together, and he continued this rhythm for a minute more.

You opened your eyes again. You couldn't bear not to watch what was happening to you. It was worth it, because you got to watch your length slide between each of his toes, and see his sexy toes covered in the pre coating your length earlier.

He wraps his toes around you tightly, squeezing your girth like a vice, forcing you to thrust upwards involuntarily. You clench your fists and really try to hold back. This was too enjoyable to unload just yet.

"Aww, c'mon, Anon, you can cum on your dear Capper's paws...warm them up...I think you deserve it..." he coaxed, completely engulfing your tip with his toes, and working his soles up and down your length vertically. His verbal teasing was getting to you, clouding your mind with pleasure. When one of his paws wraps its way around your sack and strokes it sensually, back and forth, up and down, you start to groan, unable to take much more of his paws.

Capper makes a sudden move, taking his paw off your sack and pushing it against your face, over one of your eyes, while simultaneously jerking you off softly with his other paw. This pushes you over the edge, and you cry out quietly, unloading years worth of pent-up sexual frustration all over the velvety, graceful paw, covering it in splashes of white.

Your fine feline mate rubs his paw over your face, the pads tracing over each of your cheeks, and the other hindpaw keeps itself tightly wrapped around your shaft, jerking you the whole way through your powerful orgasm. You gasp for air, smiling weakly at him, and adoring your work on his paw.

In your drunken, sexually satisfied state, you can barely process the sight, but Capper removes his flexible paw from your face, and runs the sole on his other set of toes. This eventually covers both of his precious paws in your essence.

"Enjoy yourself, Anon? We can go for another few rounds, if you can handle good ol' Capper..." he says to you, planting his lips on yours. Clearly he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Maybe life in this town won't be so bad after all.

Author's Note

Just a little spur of the moment stuff I came up with, since it's almost Hearts and Hooves...