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The Weretiger's Wife

for RayoElgatubelo

by Draconicon

Frutius worked as a podiatrist, and was one of the rare doctors that did not believe that the paychecks justified the work. There were those that believed that they were entitled to the sort of money that they got, but Frutius, odd as most people would have found it, didn't think that his paychecks were justified. If anything, for what he had to deal with, he was remarkably underpaid.

_But the internet said you could do that!

But I'm too young for that!

Just put some cream on it and fix it.

Do you think you can do a massage while you're down there?_

The number of entitled assholes that somehow managed to keep finding his practice - and most of them well-past the age where they should have known better - continued to make his life a living hell. Most of them were showing signs of early foot degradation, and rather than coming to him quickly, they had decided to go to the internet for whatever easy quack cures that they could find. Then, when that was no longer something that worked for them - and they had ended up making the problem that much worse - they came to him.

The number of cracked, damaged soles that he had to deal with was...well, worse than he wanted to admit. And then there were the ingrown toenails, and all the other things that actually required surgery, and you were getting into nightmare territory.

It was almost enough to make him wonder why he had taken the job. Almost: he always had the answer waiting, and it was always the stupidest thing that he could have for such a long, involved career goal.

This goddamn foot fetish...

It had been a simple thing, back then. He shook his head as he got out of his car, walking up the driveway as he remembered being a young man, staring at the screens of footjobs and foot-fetish porn. He'd had dreams of getting to be a foot-focused doctor, and then having his hands all over lovely soles in a professional setting.

Go figure that reality decided to screw with me there...

He sighed as he reached the front door to his house, looking back at the car. There were some other bits of equipment that he'd brought home to wash down - pumice stones and other things that needed to be taken care of from time to time - but they could wait for later in the weekend. Right now, he needed to take his mind off his job.

He stepped inside -

"Is that you, dear?"

The soft voice of his wife wound down from the stairwell, and he smiled as he looked up the steps. Nobody to be seen, but that meant that she was probably waiting down the hall in the bedroom, well out of sight of the front door, and the windows. Which, in turn, probably meant good things.

"Yes, dear. I'm home."

"Good, good. Come upstairs?"

"Coming."

Undoing his tie and leaving his coat at the door, he began the process of stripping down at the same time. His shirt was off by the time that he hit the landing halfway up, and his pants were down when he hit the top step, left behind to drape down the stairs. He followed the humming down the hall, running his hands over the back of his head before reaching down and pulling his underwear down. His cock was already starting to rise, already showing signs of life, as he imagined just what his wife had planned for him today.

Poking his head around the corner, he got a perfect view of what she had planned, and his cock just about jumped up to smack him in the belly.

"Mmmm, you missed me, dear?" Limnia asked, the wereotter looking over her toes at him, the webbed digits curling and uncurling by turns as he looked at her. The undersides were soft, already slightly oiled, and he groaned as he imagined what they'd feel like pressing against him. "Come in, come in...don't keep me waiting..."

Frutius had no problem following that order. He smiled widely as he walked into the room, his cock throbbing all the harder as he walked up to the foot of the bed. He rested his hands on either side of her long rudder, teasing her tail with gentle pets as she extended one leg and pressed her toes to the tip of his cock. The soft feeling of the webbing between them added to the gentle texture of the soft pads through the fur, and he groaned, fighting the urge to thrust forward.

Of course, that was helped by the fact that, in this form, she had rather sharp claws sticking out from her toes, as well. They gripped at either side of his cock, pinning it in place as he leaned forward, and she smiled at his shivers, giggling to herself.

"You're so cute, getting so hard for my paws."

"What can I say? They're perfection," he said, stroking down her ankle, slowly lifting her foot to his face. A single kiss for every single toe followed, and he didn't miss the way that she shivered, nor the way that her hand covering her pussy had pulled in slightly, almost like she was hiding the fact that she was fingering herself. He smiled. "Shall I change, too?"

"Soon."

"But not yet?"

"Not quite yet. Come to bed with me?"

"Yes, dear."

Joining her on the bed, he laid with his feet up towards the pillows and his head all but hanging off the edge of the bed. Limnia chuckled, bringing her feet over his face, nudging his cheeks. He groaned under his breath as he felt the softness of their undersides pressing against his cheeks, never pushing down hard enough to feel uncomfortable, but ever so nice and soft. She pressed her toes against his cheekbones, rubbing her soles along the sides of his face, not quite like a doormat, but something akin to that.

It was in moments like this that he felt like he didn't need his job to feed his fetish, and a good thing, too. His job was rubbish at it. His wife, however...

He gently dragged her toes to his lips, kissing the two largest on each paw, before kissing his way down along the underside. She would giggle from time to time, as always, and he would take his time to really give them the attention that they deserved.

Not that they needed much. She knew what he liked, and both in her human form and her were-form she took care of them. She made sure that they were always nicely oiled, always pampered, always brushed free of any dead skin that might have caused some extra roughness that didn't need to be there. As a human, she painted her nails, and as an otter, she took care to make sure that the blunted, scratchy bits were always kept nice and smooth for a good aesthetic without actually becoming dangerous.

She lowered her feet along his chest, pressing against him, always taking her time. He petted her tail the further south her feet went, feeling the claws, the webbing, the sheer softness of everything as they got closer and closer to his throbbing hard-on. It was only when she was hovering them over his tip that she looked up at him, stroking her fingers along her chin in thought. Frutius chuckled.

"Now?"

"Mmmm..."

Limnia looked at him, and he couldn't help but admire her. She always looked so lovely like this. Slightly over five feet tall, so so small, so slight. Long, dark hair that wound down between her soft, smaller ears, running down like waves down her head and along her neck. Her breasts barely showed beneath that small flood from above, but they were just like the rest of her: smaller and delicate. Even now, with him being just a human compared to her more bestial beauty, his cock looked rather large compared to her toes.

And as she stepped on his shaft, smothering it beneath both her feet at once, she nodded. Now.

He let it go, striped fur starting to emerge across his body, taking shape and form and covering him in quick order. He groaned under his breath as he enjoyed the feeling of it covering him, and more, enjoyed the feeling of his shaft growing past the ability of her feet to cover. She giggled as she always did as the size difference between them became ever more apparent, and why not? It was something that the both of them enjoyed.

Little by little, his new shape took over. His spine cracked as it grew longer to support his larger body, and his arms and legs stretched, pulled outwards from his writhing, twisting core as they grew longer to stay in proportion to the rest of him. His muscles swelled beneath his skin and forming fur coat, giving him all the strength in the world needed to stay mobile, and more, to hunt.

He grabbed her ankle, gently squeezing it as his hand grew larger, and larger, and larger still, becoming more paw-like and surrounding her like some hunting tool seizing his prey. She giggled.

"Oh, no, you've caught me."

"Yessssss."

He growled deep in his throat as his muzzle started to take shape, the whiskers of his tiger side coming free, joining the rest of the fur and feline features that had already taken form. He leaned forward, pushing his tongue free, letting it take on that characteristic feline sandpaper-texture before giving her sole a lick. She giggled like mad, arching her back off the bed for a moment before he let go.

"And I will do everything that I want to you."

"Oh, no, you'll ruin me..."

"And you want it."

"You know I do."

He smiled, sitting up. His tail slithered out from the base of his spine, and his heels rose, cracking softly as they took shape further up from the ball of his foot. He cracked his head from side to side, his cock rising up and going bright red-pink, little barbs rising from the head of the shaft. Through it all, Limnia watched him as hungrily as their feral counterparts would have watched their prey.

Mine, he thought, looking her over, knowing that she'd be thinking the same about his exposed cock. All mine.

They lunged for each other, becoming a ball of fur that wiggled, slithered, and ground against each other before he pinned her down, sitting on her and keeping hold of her ankles. She groaned.

"Mmmmph..."

"Sorry, but I get mine first today," he teased.

"Fine. But I get mine next."

"Of course, love. Of course..."

The End

Summary: A podiatrist were-tiger comes home to his were-otter wife, and gets to forget all about the idiots at the office.

Tags: M/F, Foot Fetish, Otter, Tiger, Transformation, Size Difference, Webbed Toes, Foot Tease,