The female wolf strode briskly into the room, easily confident despite being entirely nude. In her right hand she held one end of a leather leash, guiding the blue skunk who followed a step behind her on hands and knees like an obedient pet, the tag on his collar jingling lightly.
The skunk was also nude, and apparently comfortable in such a state as well. When his mistress stopped he took a moment to brush his side along her legs, tail twitching slightly in happiness. A moment later he sat back on his haunches and looked up at her with a wide smile, only partly because of the excellent view he had from that angle.
The wolf scritched him between the ears. “Such a friendly pet I have. Are you ready to do some tricks for me?”
He mewed softly, apparently not caring how incongruous the sound seemed coming from a skunk, and nodded eagerly, giving his mistress his rapt attention. His rear end wiggled in excitement as he awaited her orders.
A light giggle escaped the dominant wolf as she took in his act. He was mixing the behaviors of a few different pet species, but that just made the effect cuter somehow. “All right, we’ll start with one of your best ones.” She lifted one foot from the ground and gave a gentle tug on the leash to draw the skunk closer, then rested her large paw directly on his face, placing a little bit of her weight on him to help keep her balance. “Lick, boy.”
His face lit up with happiness, and he rubbed his white-furred cheek against the footpaw. “Mew!” Nuzzling eagerly into her soft fur, he began to lick. Lightly, teasingly at first, he traced the border of pawpad and fur, attempting to draw out a ticklish reaction from his mistress.
She was too stoic for him, simply responding with a light scritch with her toeclaws. “Nice try. You’re going to want those nice and damp, by the way, so do a good job.”
It wasn’t like he needed an excuse to be more enthusiastic, but the skunk was happy to oblige. His tongue covered her plush pads, messily licking until the bottom of her footpaw shone. He savored the unique flavor of the wolf, barely present on this part of her, but now familiar to him. Ducking slightly to get out from under her, he moved forward to capture a toe, again starting slow by flicking his tongue around the base of her claws before engulfing the toe completely to dampen her fur and dip down to the sensitive spots between her toes.
A sigh that trailed off into a lusty murr showed that the wolf enjoyed receiving that treatment almost as much as the skunk enjoyed giving it. Even if it weren’t so pleasurable, she’d have him do it, given how wonderfully submissive it made him look to be on his knees, lavishing attention on her footpaws. When she felt her one foot was damp enough, she pulled on the leash again to get the skunk’s attention. “Enough on that one, time for the other.” Without setting her foot down, she dropped casually onto the couch, crossing the lifted leg over the other and raising the yet-untouched paw up to the skunk’s face. “Make it fast, so the other doesn’t dry too much.”
The blue skunk mewed again and nodded, bypassing his preferred prelude of nuzzling to cover her paw with wet licks, quickly sucking on each toe to dampen it sufficiently. As usual, he didn’t know what the wolf had planned, but it was often a good idea to do as she suggested. He didn’t have time to give the paw all the attention he felt it deserved before it was pulled away.
With gentle pressure on the leash, the wolf brought her pet forward as she slid closer to the edge of the couch, spreading her legs wide. Still keeping her footpaws off the floor, she positioned the skunk right up against her, his face inches from the puffy, glistening lips of her slit. “Good boy. You deserve a treat.” She patted his head, then gently guided him down, though he didn’t need any extra indication of what his treat was.
He mewed happily and leaned down, placing his hands on her thighs to brace himself. The skunk started with a couple long, slow licks, lapping at the wolf’s damp sex like a cat cleaning itself, sampling her musky flavor and making her moan lustfully. Just as he was about to dive in deeper, a sudden grip on his erection distracted him. The wonderful paws he had just dampened were wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking up and down.
The dominant wolf scritched her pet again, starting to speed up the working of her footpaws. “Next trick, pet. Make me cum. First.”
The skunk whined, bucking his hips involuntarily as soft fur brushed against his cock. It was already straining from his service as a pawslut, and now he had to get his mistress off before those soft, skillful footpaws brought him to his own orgasm. It would definitely be a challenge. Without further hesitation, he drove his tongue deep into the wolf’s sex, exploring her folds with intense fervor.
She gasped and faltered in her stroking for a moment as her legs twitched in reaction, then resumed her pleasurable assault on the skunk. The dampened pads gained new slipperiness as his cock leaked pre, letting her slide even easier up and across his tip while using two toes from the other paw to grip either side of his length and stroke up and down.
The paw treatment was viciously effective, and the skunk knew this wouldn't be an easy race to win. He did his best, nosing at her clit while his tongue attacked her depths, licking up her flowing nectar before it could escape onto the couch. The wolf’s touch on his shaft was getting to him, but he made a point to press his lips against her sensitive bits whenever moans were forced from him, sharing the results of her efforts on him. He tried to stay focused on his own task, but the thought of his mistress’s large footpaws on his most intimate area, with their plush pads and soft fur, and cute claws kept intruding and driving his arousal higher.
The wolf gasped and clutched tighter at the leash, pulling her pet harder into her sex, hardly letting him breathe between delves into her heated slit. The plan had been for the skunk to fail this test, but he was too dedicated, and she found she didn’t really want him to back off. Her footpaws continued to play with his cock, and from the way it was straining and dripping she knew he’d reach climax at any moment. The only problem was that she was there now.
She yelled and shook, paws freezing in place on the skunk’s hardness and squeezing tight. Her body tensed in violent climax, her juices cascading across her pet’s face as he had his muzzle nearly buried inside her. She managed just enough control through her enjoyment to notice the skunk similarly tense up, and moved her paws in front of his cock, catching the hot, thick jets of cum across her curling toes.
The blue skunk removed his face from his mistress’s crotch and looked happily up at her. By his estimation he had won, if just barely. He licked her juices from his muzzle as much as he could, but it was likely her scent would be filling his nose for quite a while, which was just fine with him. His breaths came heavy from the intense activity and powerful climax, bringing more of her taste and smell to him, making him smile widely as he awaited another order.
At last the wolf let some slack into the leash, allowing the skunk to relax back onto his haunches. She scritched his ears once more and sighed happily. “Good boy. Excellent work. Now, I’m not entirely sure who won,” she started, the minor untruth just part of the game, “So all I’ll ask is that you be a good pet and clean up the mess you made.” Once more she raised her paws to his face, letting the skunk see the thick strands of cum sprayed across them from his highly productive orgasm.
He blushed deeply, not having sampled that particular delicacy before, but an order is an order. Besides, it was another opportunity to give attention to those wonderful footpaws. Obediently, he started cleaning, scooping up a bit of his seed with his tongue and licking repeatedly to clean the fur underneath. The salty taste of his own emissions didn’t bother him anywhere near as much as he had expected, though he still shivered with the embarrassment at being made to clean up after himself with his mouth. He made quick work of collecting it all from where it had landed, being perhaps a bit more thorough than was actually necessary. He again made sure to hit all of the wolf’s favorite spots, verifying that the little niches between her toes were tongue-washed, only giving her a gentle, full-face nuzzle when he was sure she was completely clean.
The wolf put her damp, but no longer sticky footpaws back on the floor and stood, guiding her pet to the front door with the leash. “All right, boy, ready for walkies?”
The skunk whined for a moment, looking particularly nervous, then collected himself and pawed at the door, asking to go outside as an ordinary pet would.
Instead, his mistress laughed and leaned down to unclip the leash, then gave him a hand up from his kneeling position. “I’m impressed, but this is perhaps not the right venue for public walks. One day I’ll make you balk at something, though. Would you really have let me walk you on a leash through your own neighborhood?”
He shrugged and licked around his muzzle a moment more. “Mew!”