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Trading for Shelter for Diego by Draconicon

It started with a snap of his sandal, and ended with a night in a spaceship. In between, it was a night that surprised Doran, and for a horse that had lived for over five thousand years, that was saying quite a bit.

But it was better to start at the beginning. The red-brown horse had been walking along through a forest, following a river that had started back on the side of a mountain over four hundred miles away. The soft sound of the river, the cool shade of the trees, and the steady slap-slap of his sandals coming up against his sole was a soft concert all its own for the old horse, and he smiled to himself as he adjusted the pack on his shoulder. It was yet another circuit of the world, and as he was making his way towards what, in these days, was called the Atlantic, he couldn't help but wonder what he'd see this time.

His ruminations were ruined as he stumbled on a root, the horse catching himself from tumbling over completely, but not before he damaged one of his sandals. Doran paused, standing on one foot and taking the damaged shoe off of his foot. Unfortunately, one of the straps around the toe had been completely ripped. The horse, sighed, shaking his head before sliding it back on.

With that damage, he wouldn't be making it all the way to town today. Thankfully, he knew of a little clearing not too far off. At least, it had been there a hundred years ago. He hoped it was still there now; it had made for a good campsite back then.

"Oh. I didn't expect to see someone here, and particularly not with...that."

Doran gestured with a large hand towards the shiny metal craft that was just at the border of the campfire. The wolf sitting closer to it watched him closely, and the stallion knew to stay where he was; he'd seen enough wary sentries through the years to know when he was on thin ice.

The horse adjusted the bronze armbands he wore, laying his pack down and sitting down at the edge of the clearing. His hopes were dashed of a quiet night alone, but perhaps a little company might be welcome. He crossed his legs, and noticed that the wolf's eyes immediately went to his footwear.

No, not his footwear, but to his feet. Doran smiled a bit, reaching down and taking off his sandals slowly, laying them down on the grass near him.

"I suppose I am a little strange, hmm? You've mostly seen my species with hooves."

"Well, that's true enough. But seen a few with feet, too."

"Does it startle you still? I haven't seen someone staring at them like this since my visit to a young director's house."

"I'm just surprised. That they're so well tended, I mean. Particularly with damaged shoes."

Doran smiled, reaching down and rubbing a finger over the soles of his feet. What little firelight reached him shimmered off of the remaining oils from the morning's application and the long sweat from the day. Once more, he saw that the wolf was watching, and felt he might offer more of a view. He adjusted his pack and laid his heels on it, and the wolf immediately chuckled, looking away with a hand behind his head.

"You, uh, don't gotta do that."

"I do not mind. If you wish to look, you may. There is no harm in another's gaze."

"You're very formal, you know that?"

"I suppose. It is a long-learned habit."

Doran leaned back, looking up at the night sky and pretending that he didn't feel the wolf's eyes roaming over his soles. It was different, but not unfamiliar. In his many years, with his many lovers, he had found someone interested in every part of his body, from his nose and his lips all the way down to his toes. There was one that was interested in his tail, always fondling it and running their fingers through the hairs, so one obsessed with his soles was not strange at all.

After a few minutes, he looked down again.

"I know I am a stranger, but I would beg leave to share your campfire tonight."

"Hmm?"

The wolf blinked as he looked up again, and Doran repeated his request.

"Oh. Of course, no problem. Come on over."

Nodding, Doran slipped his feet back into his sandals - being particularly careful of the damaged one - and gingerly stepped over to the campfire. When he sat down again, he noted the doors along the metal craft, and saw a few jets underneath, like one might have seen on fighter craft. Of the many things that he did know about, this one was unknown.

As he reached into his pack, pulling out some thick leather strands and a needle to pull it along, he realized the wolf was looking down again. Doran met his eyes before he could look away.

"I apologize for the smell. I have been walking all day, and there's been little time to bathe. I can go to the river, if you -"

"No! I mean, uh, no. This is fine."

The wolf took a deep breath through his nose, as if to demonstrate that, but Doran didn't miss the bulge that was growing in the wolf's pants. He simply smiled, taking his sandals off once more and laying them in his lap. His feet, however, he put right beside the fire, letting the heat relax them after the long day. Moaning in relief, he wiggled his toes, enjoying the heat coming off of them and the strange, but soothing feeling of the heat being absorbed by the remaining oils.

He was just about to start fixing his sandals when the wolf cleared his throat. Doran looked up, his head cocked to the side.

"You, uh, you know, I could use a little payment for sharing this campfire with you."

"Oh, yes, how foolish of me. I should have offered. My deepest apologies."

The horse smiled as he lifted his feet, moving around the fire on his hands and his rump. He could tell that the wolf was a little confused, but he didn't stop, not until he was seated at a 3 o'clock position to the wolf's 12 o'clock. Only then did he bring his feet back down, resting them gently in the wolf's lap. The look on the canine's face was utterly priceless as he at once blushed and stammered.

"I - I wasn't - you didn't -"

"I've felt you looking ever since I sat down. You - oh dear. Perhaps I should introduce myself first. My name is Doran. And yours?"

"Diego. Uh, I mean, Captain Diego."

"It's lovely to meet you, Diego." The horse bowed his head. "But we both know what you want. Please, enjoy yourself. I am quite happy to allow you to play with them in return for your hospitality."

Of course, it was just a bit comical, considering the size difference between the two of them. Doran was a good seven feet tall, whereas the captain was a good eight inches shorter than him. The horse's feet, with a darker top and a deep red sole, were each over seventeen inches long, and proportionally thick. As he pushed one down against the captain's crotch, and the other against the wolf's chest, the small fat deposits in his feet shifted out, squishing them flatter, while at the same time leaving wet footprints in the captain's clothes.

The moan from the wolf encouraged him, and Doran scooted himself closer still, using his large feet to push the wolf further and further down into the grass. The horse smiled good naturedly as the captain continued to moan, sliding his feet up and down the wolf's frame. His oiled up, heated toes teased the wolf's lips, while his long, thick sole pressed down firmly on the captain's crotch.

He was aware that some would call this promiscuous, perhaps ill-conceived. Doran didn't feel so. What was the problem, he wondered, of trading in one's body for the gift of hospitality? When one chose to do it, freely and without pressure, it seemed nothing more than a gift of pleasure, surely?

As he felt some moisture press back against his foot, Doran smiled, pulling his feet back. The wolf gasped, panting softly as he looked up.

"Why...why'd you stop?"

"I believe we could both enjoy this more if I had a seat -"

"No problem. Let me get that -"

"And if you were undressed."

"I, uh...I'll get that too."

A few minutes later, the wolf was on his back, completely naked with his cock as hard as any Doran had seen, while the horse was seated on a comfortable stool. He smiled as he lowered his feet down to the wolf's chest and crotch again, grinding his thick foot - so large that it was almost able to cover the captain's cock at the narrowest point - against the shaft, while gently pushing one of his toes into the captain's mouth.

"If it were not for your fascination, captain, I do believe you would be treating me, here."

The wolf grunted, hunching his hips upwards a few times, dragging his cock over Doran's foot. The horse chuckled, turning his attention back to it. By now, his foot was sweaty, dripping from the heat of the campfire. The residual oils turned it stringy and drippy, and as he pulled his foot up, long, clear strands of wolf pre, oil, and sweat connected his sole to the captain's cock. He brought his foot back down, swiping it from side to side, as if he was wiping his foot off on the captain's crotch and stomach.

Teasing the wolf as he used one foot to keep him quiet and the other to rub him, the horse kept up the gradual build-up. He turned his foot sideways, his toes so far above the captain's cock head that they could tease his belly button, while his heel pressed down, keeping the captain's balls flattened. He slid his foot up, then pulled it back, the extensive slime on the underside of his sole making it so easy to glide along the sensitive shaft. His arch rode over the growing bulge of the knot, and then his heel would push against it, pinning it, putting pressure on it until the wolf whimpered. Then, and only then, did he back off.

And then he did it again, and again. He brought his other foot away from the wolf's mouth, finally, and pressed down firmly on the wolf's chest. It flattened the fur, leaving the sweat and the oils to seep in, leaving the fur marked with a footprint and with the scent of the horse's foot.

The wolf seemed to gasp particularly loud at that.

Doran finally brought his other foot down to the wolf's cock, smacking his wet soles together with a loud, wet squelch. The shaft, fairly long for a wolf, was so small compared to the stallion's huge feet. Barely two inches poked out past the width of his soles, and even that seemed to want to disappear between the plush feet.

"Please..." the wolf begged.

He didn't have to finish. Doran knew the sound of a man in need, and knew how to relieve it. Rather than sliding his feet up and down, as he would do to tease someone, he instead started rubbing back and forth, like a pair of hands around a stick as they tried to start a fire. If his feet had been dry, it might have been painful. So slick like this, however, it provided an utterly new sensation.

It didn't take long to push the wolf over the edge, and Doran changed position just as the captain arched his back. Letting the cock fall down, he pinned it to the wolf's belly with one foot, milking it with his toes in sharp pushes to make it squirt all over his other foot. He milked the captain's cock hard, and only stopped when the captain winced.

"I hope you have enjoyed your first payment, Diego."

"F-first?"

"Indeed. You are sheltering me tonight. I mean to help you at least another nine times, one for each hour that I will remain here."

"Oh god..."

"I believe it would be gods, but if you believe in one, I do not judge."

The wolf groaned, and Doran smiled, reaching down and gently rubbing the wolf seed into his soles. It wouldn't be quite as good as his oils, but he was low on funds, so he should save any way he could. And besides, he would get plenty tonight. Plenty, indeed.

The End