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Trinity had been thinking about it for days.
She’d caught Charles more times than she could count — sometimes with that glossy black symbiote wrapped around him, tendrils shifting while he lazily licked his own paw pads like it was the most natural thing in the world. Other times she’d spotted him completely bare, no symbiote in sight, still doing the exact same thing with the same relaxed, blissed-out expression. At first she assumed it was the symbiote’s influence, some strange side effect of bonding with it.
But the fact that he kept doing it even without the goo made her curiosity burn hotter.
What does it actually feel like?
Tonight, alone in her room, she finally decided to find out.
Trinity sat on the edge of her bed and lifted one leg, bringing her purple paw up close to her face.
She caught it gently with both hands, just like she’d seen Charles do, holding it steady in front of her muzzle. The dark pads looked soft and inviting under the low light. Her heart beat a little faster as she leaned in.
Her tongue slipped out, pink and warm.
She gave the largest pad a slow, tentative lick. The sensation hit her right away — velvety texture, faint salt, the subtle give of the pad under her tongue. A small shiver ran down her spine. She licked again, slower this time, dragging her tongue across the plush surface.
A quiet purr rumbled in her chest.
She kept going, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as she held her own paw close and lapped at it openly. She kept her eyes on the pads while her tongue worked in long, savoring strokes. It felt intimate, a little naughty, and surprisingly good. She understood now why Charles did this so often — symbiote or not.
While she nuzzled her muzzle gently between licks, her thoughts drifted ahead. A sly little smile curved her lips even as her tongue was still extended.
“Next time I see you, Charles…” she murmured to herself, voice low and playful, “I’m definitely getting my hands on those feet of yours.”
She gave her paw one last, thorough lick before lowering it, tail curling with anticipation.
Now she knew exactly why he enjoyed it so much.
And she couldn’t wait to show him she’d been paying attention.
Original Image: https://x.com/art2ray/status/2049614607027757413?s=46&t=18fhJ30ocThU5zvi5cNEpg
Story:
Trinity had been thinking about it for days.
She’d caught Charles more times than she could count — sometimes with that glossy black symbiote wrapped around him, tendrils shifting while he lazily licked his own paw pads like it was the most natural thing in the world. Other times she’d spotted him completely bare, no symbiote in sight, still doing the exact same thing with the same relaxed, blissed-out expression. At first she assumed it was the symbiote’s influence, some strange side effect of bonding with it.
But the fact that he kept doing it even without the goo made her curiosity burn hotter.
What does it actually feel like?
Tonight, alone in her room, she finally decided to find out.
Trinity sat on the edge of her bed and lifted one leg, bringing her purple paw up close to her face.
She caught it gently with both hands, just like she’d seen Charles do, holding it steady in front of her muzzle. The dark pads looked soft and inviting under the low light. Her heart beat a little faster as she leaned in.
Her tongue slipped out, pink and warm.
She gave the largest pad a slow, tentative lick. The sensation hit her right away — velvety texture, faint salt, the subtle give of the pad under her tongue. A small shiver ran down her spine. She licked again, slower this time, dragging her tongue across the plush surface.
A quiet purr rumbled in her chest.
She kept going, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as she held her own paw close and lapped at it openly. She kept her eyes on the pads while her tongue worked in long, savoring strokes. It felt intimate, a little naughty, and surprisingly good. She understood now why Charles did this so often — symbiote or not.
While she nuzzled her muzzle gently between licks, her thoughts drifted ahead. A sly little smile curved her lips even as her tongue was still extended.
“Next time I see you, Charles…” she murmured to herself, voice low and playful, “I’m definitely getting my hands on those feet of yours.”
She gave her paw one last, thorough lick before lowering it, tail curling with anticipation.
Now she knew exactly why he enjoyed it so much.
And she couldn’t wait to show him she’d been paying attention.
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