Paws and Effect

by WhatDidIJustRead

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Porn, Sex, Smolder, Slice of Life, Gallus
Length: 2352

Smolder finally shares a secret fetish with Gallus, her friend with benefits.

Smolder has been seeing Gallus reguarly, dressing up cute for him and humping his brains out. But lately, she has had a desire to try something new. Well, she finally tells him what she wants to try.

Fetishes: Paw love: licking, sucking, face-smooshing, smelling (clean paws). Also, friends with benefits masturbating together and cuddling.

This was written for a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. Hope y'all degenerates enjoy!

Published 2020-07-24 05:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-24 05:50:00 UTC

Griffon paws are so soft!

I don't pace a lot—dragons rarely do. But last night, I was pacing. Just back and forth in front of my mirror, checking my makeup and adjusting my dress, even though it looked fine. Well, not just fine. Cute.

Yeah, I still have trouble admitting it, even to myself. Or especially to myself? I dunno.

Anyway, I was pacing. Nervous. Time was going too slow. I hadn't been so anxious since the first time Gallus invited me over to wear cute stuff for him. I mean, that went really well, and we fucked like Fluttershy's rabbits in heat, and it was amazing and all, but I was still anxious before the fact. Well, since then, I've gotten completely comfortable with my love for cute stuff around him, and all that shyness is gone now. Or, at least, most of it is.

Over the last couple months, I've been getting more and more curious about something, and last week, I brought it up to him. I told him, as vaguely as possible, that there was something I wanted to try. At first, he was like "Sure!" and he just smiled and waited. And hey, Gallus can be as rough as lava rock, but he's sharp, too. He immediately noticed something was different. This wasn't gonna be like when I asked him to claw off and pretend I wasn't there or the first time I let him cum on my face. No, this was another thing on the level of me liking cuteness. So, before I even said any more, he changed his tone to a serious one. "Hey, no rush. If you wanna think about it some and maybe try next week, that's cool too. Or if you change your mind completely, then we can act like this never happened."

That's what I love about him. Down in the catacombs, when he caught me wearing the most froufrou dress I've ever worn even to this day, you know what he did when I told him he didn't see that? He didn't talk about it. And he continued to not talk about it for months. As though it never happened. And it's not like things were awkward afterward, like he was secretly dying to know more. He really let it go. Eventually, when I brought it up myself to him in private, he was happy to listen.

Good luck finding that in the dragon lands.

When it was finally time to go meet him, the hallway felt oddly new, like I hadn't really noticed a lot of details. And maybe I could just stay there and appreciate all the little intricacies of the carved wooden pillars and patterns painted on the walls and—

No, no, no. I forced myself to step over to his door and knock on it. No more wasting time.

Gallus answered immediately, as if he was waiting by the door, and I winced inwardly.

"Smolder!" he said, stepping aside to let me in quickly. He knew that I liked to avoid being seen in my dresses and makeup, and that was normally the biggest worry on my mind while walking between our rooms. This time, however, I had actually forgotten to care. I did step in hurriedly out of habit, though. "Looking adorable, as always."

A compliment like that from anyone but Gallus would earn a death-glare on my best days. But, coming from him, it melted my heart, and actually helped to ease my worry. "Thanks," I said with a bashful smile. "You're lookin' good yourself, catboy." He rolled his eyes at my nickname for him, but we both knew it was all just verbal foreplay.

"So, you wanna get right to it?" he asked, looking my dress up and down. "I could just tear that thing off with my beak right now."

He'd actually torn one of my dresses, once, and only once.

"Actually, that thing I mentioned?" I replied. He got serious, looking up at my face. I was happy that he had been prepared to continue as if I had never brought it up. And I really liked how good of a listener he was. Though, that could possibly be attributed to Fluttershy's classes about it. "Yeah, I haven't changed my mind about it."

He nodded slowly. "Okay. Do you wanna say what it is? Remember, no judging here. As long as it's not illegal or anything."

"No! No, it's not illegal." He nodded and waited patiently as I could feel myself growing hotter. "I might need a moment. Actually, can we just lay on the bed?"

"Sure," he said, turning away. He wiggled his cute ass for me, and I watched his paws step along the soft carpeted floor. So soft…

We reached the bed, and he lay down first, on his side, shamelessly giving me a view of his sheath and balls, with a little red tip peeking out. I pointedly looked away, playing coy like I always did with him, before climbing in next to him.

"So," he said. He didn't continue.

"So," I replied.

"Wanna tell me now?" he asked. His free wing draped over me in a comforting gesture.

"It's your paws," I said. Well, not said, so much as mumbled well under my breath.

"I'm sorry, what?"

I sighed. I could trust Gallus. "Promise me that if it's too weird or whatever, that we can just move on like this never happened? Like the… cuteness stuff?"

He nodded immediately. "Of course."

"It's… your paws." This time, I said it.

His face twisted a bit with confusion. "My paws? Like, the ones in the back?"

My stomach did flipflops as I nodded my confirmation. I knew it was gonna be weird. I shouldn't have said anything. But, it was fine! We could still be friends and act like this never happened and—he was smiling. Why was he smiling?

"You mean these ones?" he asked. In a weirdly flexible motion, his hind leg was suddenly brought up between us, his cute little beanlike toes in plain view.

I choked on my next words, which weren't really going to be words anyway. If dragons could blush, I would be fire-red.

Knowing I was flustered, he pressed on. "Hmm, I can't say I can see the appeal," he said, spreading his toes and wiggling them, "but sure. What about them? What should I do with them? Hmm? Smolder, you gonna tell me?"

His knowing grin was the most evil I had seen. I had to compose myself, despite his toes curling, spreading, flexing, showing me all the angles I had only wondered about until now. Well, if he was gonna dive in toes-first, then I could follow suit without needing to say a word.

I grabbed his leg and pulled his stupid sexy paw to my face, kissing it. That earned a surprised "Ooh!" from him, a small victory for me.

I pushed against it, felt it. The soaring feeling in my chest reminded me of my first time dressing up for him. It was all so intimate to me, and finally living out my fantasy, free of shame, made reality fog over, dreamlike and nebulous. The only thing that existed for certain was his paw. It became my world. All the fantasies I'd had—some idly while class was slow, some actively while rubbing a claw across my clit in bed—replayed in my mind. I needed more.

My heart was thumping like a war drum, and I gave up trying to hold myself back. His soft paw pads were still pressed hard against my snout, and the first thing I did was to sniff deeply. The first and most overwhelming thing I could smell was sweet griffon musk, collected in the fur between his toes over the course of the day. There was also a hint of grass and dirt from when we walked between outside to have lunch together. And there was also a subtle hint of his flowery shampoo. My inhaled air came out in a long, happy moan.

"Whoa," Gallus said, "you weren't kidding."

I nodded, still in a daze, and my tongue slid out from between my lips to taste him, he yelped in surprise and tried to yank it back as a reaction. It didn't escape my grip, but I did stop mid-lick. "Wanf me fo thtop?" I asked, jarred back to reality.

"Uh, no, it should be fine. I just wasn't expecting that. Give me a second." I took the moment to collect myself, then appreciate his scent some more. "Okay. Go ahead."

I wasted no time, dragging my forked tongue over his base paw pad. The taste was mild, but the texture was slightly rough with a soft and squishy give that drove me to press harder.

"Eek! Wow," Gallus said, "that feels weird. It kinda tickles, but in a nice way? I could get used to it, I guess."

Good, I thought. I made happy sounds of appreciation through my nose as I continued to lick away. His foot flexed and writhed as he reacted to my ministrations. It was so much more alive than in my simple imagined fantasies.

Gallus shifted a bit, and soon had his other hindpaw pressed against my face. Oh, sweet Ember's throne, that is amazing, I thought, melting into them.

I grabbed his other leg with my claw and nuzzled deep into the sweet, squishy paws before me. They were so soft. Not like dragon feet. Almost nothing about a dragon is soft. That was something I really enjoyed about Gallus. His softness was beyond anything I knew before coming to Ponyville. And having it smooshing against my face felt like I was being given everything I never had.

I noticed a new rhythmic shaking in his legs. Curious, I peeked around his toes to see him clawing himself off. Hot.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked, my own heat building at the view. He moaned and nodded to me, his talon sliding swiftly along his barbed kittycock. His hips thrust forward, causing his paws to press even harder against me for a moment, and I responded by opening my maw and taking two of his toes inside it.

"Hahh," he breathed, apparently not expecting that.

My reply was to suck his sweet little toes just like I would often suck his cock. I used every trick I knew, from tongue-wrapping to simple hard suction. He made a number of noises, including a few I hadn't heard before, and I wondered if he was just a confused kind of horny. Like, was he enjoying it but still not sure why?

I couldn't see him speed up his clawing, but I could feel it, and that was answer enough. It was also enough to make me let go of one leg of his to take care of my own arousal. I slipped a claw into my burning nethers, moaning against his soft, fuzzy toes.

"This is… surprisingly hot," he said breathily.

Tremors of pleasure shot through us both. The rhythmic flexing and curling of his toes became quicker, stronger. His breaths and moans grew louder and more desperate. "Smolder," he said in a way I had heard many times, and I knew he was close. I began to rub my clit in circles as I wrapped my muzzle around a third toe. My tongue snaked past my lips and over to his base paw pad again, and I moaned lewdly at the sight of his claw working his shaft.

He let out something between a gasp and a caw as he came. Long ropes of his semen landed on the bed between us, and the sight of it pushed me over the edge myself. My body shook, and the sweet grassy, sweaty flavor of his paws flooded my senses as I exhaled a nasal moan. My body shook involuntarily as my own orgasm came. I may have blacked out briefly, even, because I remember little of what happened next. It was a blur of paws and pleasure and the kind of girly whimpering I never let anycreature except Gallus hear.

Next thing I remember clearly was the two of us panting, with Gallus sweating. Dragons don't sweat, which is another thing I like about him. He leaks so much more than me. His hindpaws were already back down at the bottom of the bed, so I scooted forward to close the gap between us, not caring that I was laying in his cum now, and hugged him. He hugged back sweetly and said "That was… different."

"Yeah, but you liked it," I said, hoping I could be as certain as I sounded.

"Yeah," he admitted with a small laugh. "Yeah, I did like it."

I nuzzled into his fuzzy chest, enjoying the scent of his sweat and the lingering musk of his seed presently smeared on the bed and my left side. "So, would you wanna do it again some time?"

"Oh, yes. Maybe not tomorrow, but you really got into it. It was super cute."

I bit him as a playful warning. "Watch who you're calling cute."

"Oh, I am, and I won't take it back."

My heart fluttered at that. It was part of our regular back-and-forth during afterglow cuddles, but it really struck me as the best kind of normal from him. He really was okay with my weird obsession with his paws. I smiled and sighed happily into his chest fuzz.

"Mm… thank you"

So, anyway, that's what happened last night. I'm about to go see him again now, and I'm wearing his favorite dress. I know he said 'Maybe not tomorrow' and all, but I'm still thinking about the 'maybe' part. There are still so many things I want to do with his paws, I don't think I can wait another full day. Here's hoping he'll be up for it. Maybe not, but maybe so.

Either way, I'm gonna find out real soon.

Author's Note

Planning on writing one more chapter after this one, especially if people enjoy it.