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Boots of Power for Diego by Draconicon

"Heh, if it weren't for some of the shit I've seen with Salla, I'd think ya were lying to me, wolf boy."

Olag leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he looked down at the white wolf. The polar bear smirked as he watched the wolf's eyes go down to his bare feet again; they'd been almost glued there for the entirety of the meeting, even when he was giving his proposal. Fucking pervert, but at least he was an honest one.

"So, those boots." He nodded at the pair on the table between them. "Ya told me they got portals in 'em. Anything else I gotta worry about?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? They ain't gonna get locked on my feet the second I put 'em on?"

"...Um, who told you that?"

"A couple of people, who told me about some 'prototypes' not working right."

"Ah, um, yes, there were...issues."

"Pretty big issues. And pretty big messes for a certain wolf, if I remember right."

Anyone with white fur knew how hard it was to hide a blush, but the wolf made no effort to hide his. Olag liked that. At least this captain knew what he was and wasn't trying to get out of it.

The bear stood up, walking around the table until he was behind the canine captain. He pressed down on the wolf's shoulders, chuckling.

"Now, ya gotta swear something for me, wolf boy."

"What's that?"

"That ya ain't pulling my chain, and that yer seed actually does what yer saying it does."

"Oh, I promise. It'll make you faster, stronger, regenerate -"

"Because if it doesn't, I'm coming right back here and sticking both boots up yer ass. Got me?"

"Uh huh."

"Good."

He gave the wolf's shoulders a squeeze until the captain grunted, and then patted them. Walking around the table again, he grabbed hold of the boots without a care in the world, and plopped his ass down on the side of the table. It creaked and groaned, leaning towards him before settling back down, but he was used to it. When you were a seven foot tall polar bear made of muscle and a bit of a gut, you made things lean around.

As he looked down at the shoe, though, he wondered how he was supposed to put it on. The opening was smaller than his foot, let alone his leg, and there were no signs of stretching materials.

Eh, whatever. If the thing breaks, it's on the captain, not me.

He shoved his foot down into the opening, and to his surprise, it did stretch out. The thick, almost leather-like interior was smooth and easy to slide his foot against, and the bear chuckled.

"How long it take ya to get this right?"

"Um...you don't want to know."

"It is right, though, right?"

"If you mean it works, yes."

"Good. Remember. It goes wrong, boots, ass."

"I remember."

He nodded with a small huff. Pulling on the boot again, he felt it stretch out even further inside, but the outside seemed as small as it ever had. He poked and prodded at the sides of it, but he could still feel it as if it were a normal sized boot. Not that he wore many of those anymore, but the point still stood.

Grunting as he had to fight the boot a bit, Olag kept tugging and twisting it before throwing his hands up in disgust with his foot halfway in.

"Oh, fuck it."

"What are you - ooof!"

The wolf broke off as the bear stood up and stomped his foot into the boot. It slid up the rest of the way just fine with the pressure he put on it, but he hadn't expected his toes to ram into something so hot and fleshy at the end of the boot. He arched an eyebrow, turning to look at the blushing wolf.

He wriggled his toes, curling them around the head of the hot thing, and the wolf gasped. He pressed down flat on the floor, grinding the toe of the boot into the ground, and the wolf arched his back, almost thrusting his hips up from the chair. Olag smirked.

"Heh, ya little foot fucker. So that's how ya like it, huh?"

"I, uh, I usually get it other...other ways -"

"Don't go lying to me now, wolf boy. We're just getting to -" He stomped, grinding his foot again as the wolf moaned, and he chuckled as he felt pre oozing against his toes. "We're just getting to know each other."

"What do you want me to say?!"

"Heh, don't say a damn thing. I already know ya like it rough."

He deliberately stood on one foot, even on his toes to keep teasing the wolf. The captain leaned back in the chair, groaning and biting his lips as Olag worked the other boot on. He could feel the hot, slick shaft in the first one oozing like crazy, particularly when he shifted his weight and rolled his foot over that cock. Every time the wolf groaned, gasped, or otherwise made a sound to show that he enjoyed himself, Olag's smirk got bigger, and the loincloth he wore rose a little higher.

Still, even that fun could only last for so long when the boot was being so damn frustrating. The bear growled as he pulled it up his foot, the heel struggling to get in through the boot. He could just feel something fuzzy with the tips of his toes, and could see the captain's eyes go wide again.

"Please, don't stomp! Don't stomp!"

"Heh, those are yer balls, ain't they?"

"That's why I'm begging you, don't stomp!"

"Oh, calm the fuck down. I ain't gonna pop those."

Of course, it'd be easier if he could stomp down. The damn boots were not made for his feet, that was for sure. He would have to make the wolf make a better pair for him at a later date if he was going to keep this up.

Sitting his ass down and feeling the table shift again, he grabbed hold of the boot and tugged with both hands. He had to lean back on the table, his leg up in the air as he tugged and tugged and tugged. The wolf looked more than a bit worried, but he didn't care at that point. He was gonna get that boot on, no matter -

It suddenly slid forward, and his sole skimmed over the wolf's balls to finally reach the end of the shoe. If it wasn't for the fact that he'd gone tumbling head over heels over the table, the wolf's sudden yelp of worry would have been hilarious. As it was, it was only a bit funny as he came to a halt laying on the metal deck with his feet in the air.

He crossed his arms as the captain walked around the table to see him, looking up at him with a small glare.

"Yer boots are too small."

"Yeah, well...I didn't expect you to have such big feet."

"I'm a fucking polar bear. It comes with the species."

He rolled onto his feet again, smirking a bit as he heard the soft moan from the wolf. He wasn't just honest about his kinks, he was a fucking nut for them. The bear walked around the room, feeling both shaft and balls bounce around under his feet. He lifted his toes a little bit so that the claws on the end didn't prick at the sensitive orbs, but he was finding it pretty easy to play with them.

Soon, the slimy feeling of pre leaking under the toes of one foot got thicker, and he could feel a bulging knot closer to the middle of his foot. He paused, looking over his shoulder at the wolf, who was bent over and leaning on the table with a blush. Olag chuckled, suddenly curling his toes around the wolf's balls, and making him slip, almost falling down if it weren't for his grip on the table.

"H-hey...careful!"

"Heh, careful? Ya don't know me at all, do ya?"

Olag curled his toes more, pulling on the orbs as if he was pulling them down from where they hung between the wolf's legs. His other foot pushed down hard, particularly on the knot, almost as if he was half-crushing, half rubbing it.

"Ya gave me these boots; that means anything inside 'em is mine. That means these -" He curled his toes around the balls again, letting the slightest hint of claw play over them. "And this -" He stood on his toes, pinning the wolf's cock tip under his feet. "- are mine to play with. They belong to me."

The wolf was panting harder and harder as Olag enjoyed the feelings of the goo oozing out against his toes, of the power that he had over the wolf. It was rather fun; he wondered how the wolf would like it when he was running around a battlefield, jumping, fighting, kicking; his feet would be slimy and slick with sweat from that, and the wolf would feel every single impact. Every single -

With one last firm 'stomp' on the wolf's knot and cock, he felt the captain cum. Olag grinned as he wiggled his toes, drumming them over the sensitive tip as he ground against the knot, teasing more and more cum out. The feeling of it soaking his toes and pad was good, but he wasn't sure if there was anything actually happening. He didn't really feel any stronger, but that wasn't a surprise.

"Heh, let's test those promises of yers, wolf boy."

"H...how?"

"Like this."

Olag grabbed his axe from where it hung against the wall, the weapon he'd brought with him. With a small chuckle, he pressed his thumb against the blade, cutting into it and leaving a line of blood oozing out.

However, no sooner had he cut himself than he felt it knitting back together again. It wasn't as instantaneous as he'd imagined, but he liked it. He liked it a lot. The bear grinned as he turned back to the wolf.

"I think I'll keep these."

"Uh, uh, Olag -"

"Unless ya got something else?"

The wolf rapidly nodded.

"Yes, yes, something else. Top of the line. All the options, and it'll fit your feet. I promise."

"Heh."

Olag put on a show of thinking about it, leaning back and tapping his feet as the wolf grunted with each slap of his cock against the bear's foot.

"Heh, fine. I could use a better pair. Ya got four hours."

"Plenty of time. Thank you, Olag, thank you."

"Nah. Thank ya." He smirked. "Yer gonna keep my feet well taken care of."

The End