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“I’m sorry, sir, it’s not ready yet.”

The crocodile closed his fist, trying to contain his rage. How could this… this… herbivore of a manager dare to treat him this way? Customer is king, and Rex, more than anyone else, ever since his parents had decided to give him that name, expected to be treated like a king.

“It’ll just be a few more minutes… Sir,” the deer quickly added, “we’ll make sure to put it in as soon as the next machine frees up, and you’ll also get a discount on your next wash.”

This appeased the crocodile. Somewhat. “Good. I’ll wait then.”

Rex left the desk, giving the deer and his employee a short reprieve, and made his way to the back of the store. He had left his dirty laundry since the night before specifically to avoid this situation. He sighed. Did they really think he had nothing better to do but waste his time in here?

A beeping to his right caught his attention. Rex looked over, a small excuse of a cheetah was toying with one of the washing machines, which whirred as it came to life. The cat was a stick of a man, hell, calling him a man was too much of a stretch. The kitten was short, with twigs in place for arms, and he was wearing a T-shirt-and-shorts combo so small that it left little to the imagination. The cheetah flinched as soon as he noticed the crocodile’s staring at him.

Just the kind of person that Rex pictured would wash his own clothes. Maybe even others.

This was not the first time they had met. While Rex had been a regular at this particular store for a long while, the kitten had first arrived a few months ago. Rex had barely paid any attention to him at first, but as time went on, he started to notice him more and more often. Whenever Rex was leaving his clothes or picking them up, the kitten was always there. For a while, Rex thought that maybe the kitten worked there, but one day Rex caught him checking him out. The crocodile let him, after all, it would be a favor to the kitten, the closest he’d be to a real man. However, now with time to spare, it was Rex’s opportunity to check the kitten out instead.

And more importantly, where the kitten’s eyes seemed to be wandering.

Rex leaned onto the machine next to him and tip-toed with his right foot. He wiggled it a bit to unstick his sole from the flip-flop, and then started making circles with his ankle, the gaze of the cheetah never faltering. So, he’s one of those. The crocodile smiled. Maybe this wouldn’t be as much of a waste of time after all.

The cheetah was sitting at the opposite end of the aisle. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He knew that he shouldn’t have been looking at the croc’s feet, could anyone blame him? That yellow sole clashing against the green top and sides. The plump shape. And an owner that could easily break him if he wanted to… He only hoped that the crod hadn’t—

“Mind if I take a seat?” Rex said, and before the kitten could answer, the chair creaked under his weight. Rex smiled at the kitten’s shocked face. From this up close, he looked even scrawnier than before. If these were the prehistoric days, the cheetah would barely be worth half a meal.

But on the current day and age, Rex could think of better… purposes for the cheetah.

The crocodile’s heavy feet landed on the cheetah’s lap.

“W-what are you—”

“You can touch them if you want.”

The cheetah looked back and forth between the croc’s face and his feet. Did he really mean it? Blushing, tentatively, the cheetah raised one hand grabbed one foot. He looked at the croc for signs of approval, or a lack of it, but the croc remained still. Slowly, the cheetah’s thumb started to traverse the scaly sole. His mouth started to salivate. He gulped, making the crocodile smile.

A cough came from the other side of the aisle. “Sir.” Rex turned back; it was that manager again. “Your clothes are ready.”

Rex nodded, and the deer left. He put both feet back on the ground and stood up. Seeing the look of disappointment in the kitten’s face, he lifted the cheetah’s chin with his index finger, and now with the kitten’s full attention, he used his other hand to signal. They were moving out.

“B-but…” The cheetah stammered, but the croc was already making his way to the front desk, and thus he followed. At the desk, the cashier and manager both bowed and apologized to the crocodile, who looked more annoyed than anything. They then took out a plastic bag containing the croc’s clothes, which he harshly shoved on the cheetah’s chest.

“You. Carry it,” Rex said before leaving the building. The crocodile started his way back home, and as soon as he reached the first street crossing, he looked back. Just a few steps behind, the cheetah was standing with the bag tightly held against his chest. Head facing down.

Good kitty.

Kitty… now that he thought about it, Rex did not know the cheetah’s name. Did he care? No, but he had to call him something.

Spots? No, too obvious.

Cumdump? Too crass.

Pansy? Meh.

He could have gone through several more options, but a stray kitten did not warrant all that brain power. Spots, it’d be.

The pair continued the way back to the crocodile’s apartment. Halfway there, as they passed a nearby bench, Rex got an idea. It’d be fun to see how far he could push the kitten. He suddenly stopped, almost making the cheetah bump into him, and turned around. Spots stared at him, puzzled.

“Pebble.”

Spots squinted his eyes. Jus what did the croc mean… However, as the croc pointed down to one foot, it dawned on him. “Oh, uhm, don’t worry. I can wait for you to take it out.” The croc looked at him unamused, the cogs on the cheetah’s mind slowly turning. Spots looked around. There were a couple of women across the street gossiping, and one more person reading the newspaper on a table in the nearby café. Surely, the croc wouldn’t… Oh, but he sure did. The crocodile crossed his arms and glared at him. With no other choice, Spots put the laundry bag on the bench.

Good kitten.

Spots knelt in front of Rex and slipped off the flip-flop, then the crocodile took the opportunity to put his foot on the kitten’s lap. He would not sully his foot by putting it on the ground. The kitten looked up, and Rex smiled, almost daring him to remove it, but Spots did nothing. He just started to dutifully clean the sandal’s insole, and Rex chuckled.

The cheetah did not find any pebbles, just dirt and grime, but still continued to dust the insole as best as he could. Once only the thick imprint of the crocodile’s sole remained, he put the flip-flop back on the ground and looked at the croc.

“It hurts, you know,” Rex said. “Can you make it feel better?”

Make it feel…

Spots eyes went wide open. Did the croc intended him to rub his feet? Out here? In public? Almost as if answering Spots’ unspoken question, the croc lifted his foot and hovered it in the air just in front of the cheetah’s muzzle. He then pursed his lips, and gave a deep, loud kiss. Spots looked around. The couple across the street was now in complete silence and paying him full attention, while he could also feel the cold gaze from the man at the café, who tried in vain to hide behind a newspaper.

“It really hurts.”

He should have left it all there and bailed. Keep his dignity intact, or what was left of it. Instead, Spots grabbed the foot and quickly pressed his lips against it. He tried to ignore the couple’s snickering and stand up, but the croc pressed his foot down to keep him in place. He then lifted it again.

Spots had yet to dust it clean as well…

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The first thing that Spots noticed when he went through the door was the stench. For someone unable to sweat, the apartment seemed to be permeated with the croc’s scent. Also, sharks, ducks, bulls, wolves, foxes, and even a dragon. The musk cocktail was so strong that he almost fainted, however, the croc’s snapping fingers brought him back to reality. He was pointing at the floor, where several discarded pairs of shoes lay. “Sorry,” Spots said, putting down the laundry for a moment to take off his sneakers. Now barefoot, he intended to go further into the apartment when the croc stopped him.

“All of it,” Rex ordered. As per usual, the kitten took a moment to react, but once he did, he started to blush. It was so cute, Rex would certainly miss that if he decided to keep and train him. Slowly, the kitten took off piece by piece of clothing until he stood completely naked. It was nice that Rex had not needed to reiterate that “all” included underwear as well, but Spots still defied him by covering his crotch with his hands. Rex slapped them aside, then grabbed his flip-flops and headed for the couch. He smiled.

It sure was a fitting size. For a kitten.

Spots followed the croc around the room, until the latter sat on the couch and turned on the TV. The cheetah looked at the programming. While he did not know much about it, it seemed to be a match of sportsball.

“There’s beer and leftover pizza in the fridge.”

“Oh, I’m not hungry,” Spots said, but seeing the croc’s deadpan stare made him realize how stupid the remark was. “I mean… right.”

Rex stayed back as the kitten left to prepare the meal, and he pondered. He was not used to felines, much less when it came to feet. Were Spots a canine, it would be easy, just tie the sandal’s strap around his muzzle and use him as a footrest; felines, however, were too… flat for that. A bird could use his feather to neatly clean in between his scales, but the kitten would struggle regardless of whether he used fur or claws. He couldn’t even use him as an impromptu foot file, like with a shark’s sandpaper skin. Just what to do with the scrawny cat…

Spots returned with the meal. The croc seemed to be too focused on the game, so he just left it on the table, right next to where the croc had propped up his feet. However, just as he bent to put the food down, the croc lifted one foot and snagged Spots by the nape of his neck, dragging him down onto the floor. Once the cheetah was on all fours, the croc released him and put his foot down, right below the cheetah’s face. They stayed like that for a few minutes, the cheetah serving as the croc’s footrest, until, at last, Spots leaned down and kissed the scaly foot.

Rex smiled. He now knew what to use the kitten for.

The crocodile moved his foot, taking the cheetah by surprise. Spots could have sworn that kissing the foot was what the croc wanted. Wasn’t that why he had put it there? However, soon after, the foot returned, dragging one of the flip-flops with it. Setting it right where his foot had been before, the croc stepped on the cheetah’s head, forcing him to touch the sandal. The insole was well worn, with a defined black outline of the croc’s foot on it.

“Clean it.” Rex grabbed the beer and a pizza slice from the table and started to eat. He could finally pay attention to the game now. After all, it was not like he had to keep an eye on the kitten or anything.

Spots would do as he had said, and he would do it just because he ordered it.

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The half-time whistle blared from the TV.

The crocodile leaned down and grabbed the sandal. Spots had done a remarkable job, taking into account how much Rex liked to wear that pair. He stood up, giving the kitten a small breather, and went into the kitchen to fill a glass with tap water. He gave it to the kitten, and just as the second half started, Rex again sat down and rested his feet on the cat’s fur, pressing the other flip-flop onto his snout for him to clean.

This time, however, Spots was lying on his back.

As the cheetah focused on his task, he felt one of the croc’s feet make its way upwards to his face, while the other moved down towards his balls. One of them caressed, the other used him as a stress ball. Still, Spots tried to ignore them and finish his task.

No matter how horny he was getting.

No matter how high the croc’s left foot was moving.

No matter that it was now caressing his length.

No matter…

“Argh,” Rex shouted. He looked at his foot and cursed himself. Barbs. How could he have forgotten that cats had barbs? Even pathetic small kittens such as this had them.

Spots was scared. The crocodile looked angry, very angry, and with him being twice, or even thrice his size… So, when the croc tried to force him back up, the cheetah just allowed him to do it and drag him to the back of the apartment. It seemed to be the croc’s room. An unmade bed, clothes strewn all around the floor, but what seemed to matter the most was a closet in the corner. The crocodile opened it. Dildos, plugs, and gags fell onto the floor while several other toys that Spots had never seen before lined the walls. The cheetah watched as the big man searched though the stuff, until he seemed to at last find what he was looking for.

The crocodile turned back.

On one hand, a collar with a bell attached.

On the other…

“A friend’s,” Rex said, “maybe one day you’ll get to meet them.” He grabbed the kitten’s package and slid the cage right in. He then put the collar on the kitten’s neck, and as he moved in closer to lock it, he whispered in the kitten’s ear. “No more distractions. Now, you can focus on this!”

The croc moved back and unbuckled his pants, his red erect penis in full view. It was almost as thick as Spots’ arm. He then grabbed the kitten by the ring of his collar and pulled him close, lowering him until Spots was on his knees.

At just the right level.

Spots gave one quick, shy lick to the croc’s tip. It was salty, the croc was already leaking, so he tilted his head to lick the underside and make his way down to catch all of the dripping liquid before it fell. Meanwhile, he used his arm to lift the cock in such an angle that there was no risk any of it dropped to the floor. He continued to lick, from base to flare, as he stroked. Completely drunk on the croc’s musk and taste.

Rex almost lost his balance but managed to recline against the open closet. Yes, he would keep the kitten after all.

Spots continued to pleasure the croc, when the latter grabbed him. It had been more tender than all the previous times. The croc gently lifted him, before promptly throwing him onto the bed. He then climbed onto the bed and over Spots, putting his head right next to the cheetah’s. Spots looked into the croc’s deep bedroom eyes.

Then, he felt a light pressure on his hole. Circling its way around, as the croc’s used the rest of his hand to part the cheetah’s cheeks open. Spots let out a moan as the pressure increased more and more, until he felt something warm inside him. The finger started to thrust, as another tried to wiggle its way in.

Two fingers.

Three.

Four… no, not four.

Rex had to admit he was disappointed, but it did not matter. The kitten would grow to fit them, and him, eventually.

The crocodile continued to thrust with his fingers. Spots panted over and over, until the croc’s free hand made its way to his mouth and repeated the same process as before. Spots nuzzled each finger, and unlike his other hole, this one was able to accept every digit, the cheetah gagging on them all as the assault on his lower half continued.

He was so close to cumming when the croc stopped. Was it intentional, or just him being confused thanks to the cage? Spots did not know. Regardless, the croc grabbed him and tussled around so that he was now the one lying on the bed (some would even say, that the croc was now the bottom) with the cheetah’s cage touching his cock above.

“Your turn now.” Rex winked at the cat and rested his head on his arms.

If Spots had thought the croc was big before, he had sorely been mistaken. The cheetah needed both hands to grab the croc’s whole girth, and he stroked, grinding against the cock with his puny cage. The croc closed his eyes and relaxed, intent on letting the cheetah do his thing. Increasing the pace more and more until…

Rex grunted, trails of cum gushing out. A big chunk of them landed on the cat’s fur, but some of them still managed to hit him. He looked at the cat, who was panting in exhaustion.

“Cleaning time,” the crocodile ordered, and thus, Spots followed.

The cheetah was given a tissue to clean himself, which barely worked as the cum had already started to dry by then, but as for the croc? Spots licked each and every single drop of cum from his scales. After that followed the rest of the croc’s body. Sir had never said that it was just about the cum. Pits, hole, soles, everything would end up glistening with the cheetah’s spit, just as the croc had ordered.

Once it was done, Rex instructed the cat on where to store his laundry, where the cleaning supplies were, and went back to the couch. The replay of the match was still on, so he had some time to catch up as the cheetah went on to do chores around the house.

Spots was caught by surprise by the croc’s hug just as he finished mopping the floor. The croc cradled him and took him back to the entrance of the apartment. He opened the door and led him outside.

“I do my laundry every week, and I like it being done by 10 A.M., to not waste any of my time. As you know, there’s also several other chores that need to get done around the house, and if you’re good…” Rex squeezed the cheetah’s cage. “I might let you cum next time.”

The crocodile smiled before shutting the door.

Spots took a few steps outside when the bell’s chime reminded him. He was naked on the street, or well, almost, his only clean set of clothes in the croc’s place. He took a quick look outside. The sun had already set, and the croc’s lights were out, likely gone to sleep already.

He ran back to the laundromat, past several sneers and glares, hoping to at least be able to get back his dirty clothes. But if he had paid any attention these past few months he had been stalking the croc, he’d have known it was all in vain.

It was already closed…