Sandy moaned loudly as the soreness in her paw was transformed into pure ecstasy by the strong hands that were massaging it. Her toes curled up tightly as her sensitive pads were firmly kneaded.
Once the moaning stopped, Jake began to gentle rub lotion into the soft leather pads of the size 11 paws that were resting on his lap When Sandy went to work she had to wear boots. Normally these huge cat paws didn�t have to wear shoes of any kind, so the boots made them very sore. After she got home someone had to tend to them, and that task fell to her loving boyfriend.
�Oh God, what did I ever do to deserve you?� Sandy purred.
�Well you know I would do anything for you baby.�
�I can�t believe my friends had such a hard time accepting you. You are the sweetest, kindest, most wonder man I have ever known. So what if you�re a human.�
�Please baby, don�t get worked up over that again. We�ve been together for what, a year now, and I love you today as much as I did the day I met you.� Jake replied softly and continued to tenderly massage her paws.
�You�re right!� Sandy announced, �Let�s put that energy to good use instead.�
Jake withdrew his hands as her paws swung off his lap and onto the floor. A moment later, he was looking up at his 7ft tall girlfriend who was smiling playfully at him. She bent over and lifted him up into her powerful arms. He just relaxed and was carried away to the bedroom, now she was going to make him moan.
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The next morning Jake went out for his morning walk before class. He was on top of the world. After an incredible night with Sandy he was a little sore, but felt great. Nothing could spoil his mood right�
�Well, well, well, it�s the J-Man.�
The sudden announcement from behind made Jake stop dead in his tracks. It was the voice of his past catching up with him.
�Hello Jason.�
Jason was someone he grew up with. When they were in high school both of them hung out in the �Switchblades� street gang. Jake outgrew the gang before graduation, unfortunately Jason did not.
�You don�t sound to happy to see me J-Man.�
�Well I take it this is not a social call.� He responded in disgust.
�No, it�s not. I got a little job for you.� Jason responded with a grimacing smile.
�What Job?�
�I need you to make contact with a fur named Skippy and arrange a meeting. Skippy�s a new prospect that showed interest in selling some merchandise for us.�
�Damn it Jason! Why me?�
�Two reasons J-Man. First we need someone local to make contact. Second, word has it that you�re into kitty loving, if you know what I mean. So he should trust you.�
Jake turned his back to Jason and asked, �And if I refuse?�
�Then the local police may get an anonymous tip about you. I�m sure they would like to have a long conversation with you about the semi-legal activities you did when you were in the Switchblades.�
Jake turned back around, walked up to Jason, and said, �Alright, under one condition. This will be the LAST time I ever hear from you, understand. I�M OUT!�
�Good J-Man, I knew you wouldn�t let me down.� Jason replied and patted him on the shoulder. �The meeting�s tomorrow, 4:00 p.m. sharp, at the Slive Forest.�
�The Slive Forest! Are you nuts? There have been more macro sightings in that forest than I can count!�
�Which makes it the perfect place for a meeting.� Jason replied slyly. �No one goes anywhere near it, including the cops. Besides Skippy made some sort of deal with the macros to leave us alone.�
Jason just shook his head and walked away. He couldn�t believe what he was getting himself into. However if Jason went to the cops, it could ruin his life here. So he had to do this one last job.
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The large oak trees of the Slive Forest concealed many evils. Hundreds of people had turned up missing or dead in this forest over the years. The police never were able to find the killers, much less do anything to stop them. However it was quite obvious that macros were to blame. Those remains that were found were always smashed flat in paw shaped craters.
Jake walked up to the boarder of the trees where a small group of men were waiting for him. It would be the same group that insisted that he come to the forest in the first place.
�You�re right on time Jake.� Jason said as he approached. �I believe you remember Tiny and Knuckles.� He continued while pointing to two large men behind him.
�Yeah I remember your hired muscle from back home. So why in the hell did you want me here anyway?�
�Just insurance J-Man, had to make sure you didn�t try to turn us into the cops. Now lets do this thing.�
Jason led him deep into the woods and they soon reached a large clearing. In the clearing was one fur, Skippy. He was waiting in the middle of the clearing alone. Jason walked ahead to meet him while Jake and the muscle stayed several paces behind.
As they entered the clearing, Skippy asked �So Jake, why in the hell did you ask me here?�
�Well word on the street is that the cops picked you up last week. My sources say that you squealed about the operation.� Jason said in an angry tone.
�No Jason, it didn�t go down like that. Listen I didn�t tell those pigs anything!� Skippy spurted out desperately.
Jason didn�t respond, instead he produced something from his jacket and pointed it at Skippy. A moment later there was a bright flash of light and thunderous roar. Skippy fell back onto the ground as his chest exploded into a red mist.
�What in the hell was that Jason!� Jake yelled. �I thought this guy was a new contact.�
�Skippy there was already working for us and skimming just a little too much off the top. We knew about it for the past few months, but once we heard you were here. Well Jake you know that old saying, kill two birds with one stone. You see no one quits the Switchblades. The only way out is in a coffin.� Jason explained and then cocked the hammer on his pistol.
Jake stared at the barrel and saw his life flash before his eyes. Then suddenly the ground started to shake violently. A macro was coming!
Jason stumbled over his own feet trying to back away from something and fell to the ground. Jake�s heart sank as a large macro paw pass over his head and towards Jason. Jason yelled and fired his gun at gigantic foot. One bullet managed to skin the heal of the paw, but it�s owner just stomped down hard.
Jason�s fearful screams were replaced by a loud crunch as the paw pressed his body deep into the ground. As it lifted up again and swung back over to his direction, Jake passed out.
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Forcing his eyes open, Jake groaned and regained consciousness. He didn�t know just how long he was out, but the macro attack appeared to be over now.
After getting to his feet, he looked around. There were three deep paw prints in the ground. Walking over to one, he looked in. The flattened, twitching, remains that filled it were covered in blood. It was hard to believe that the mass of flesh and bones he was staring at was ever alive.
It didn�t take long for the gruesome sight to make his stomach turn. Jake was now sorry he let his curiosity get the best of him, that image will probably haunt him for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, there was no sign of the macro that had stomped Jason and his crew to death. Perhaps the macro thought he was already dead or not worth the effort. But the reason his life was spare did not matter. All that mattered right now was that he was still alive.
Jake took the most direct route out of the forest. Once he cleared the terrifying woods, Jake gave some thought to going to the police. However he decided against it since they couldn�t do anything. And he didn�t want to have to explain to the authorities what he was doing in the woods to begin with. So instead he went straight home.
After carefully sneaking in the back door and taking a shower, he went into the living room. On the couch was Sandy patiently waiting for him.
As usual, she had already changed out of her work cloths, got a shower, and posted on the couch for her paw rub. After all the day�s events, Jake had completely forgotten that Sandy worked today. He wasn�t really in the mood to tend to her paws but she would be disappointed if he refused. And he didn�t want her to know anything was wrong.
So Jake obediently sat down on the couch and placed the awaiting paws on his lap. Sandy was very quiet, it must have been a very exhausting night at work for her. It was time to forget his troubles and take care of his girlfriend.
He grabbed her right paw and began to knead it in his hands. Sandy closed her eyes and began to purr in delight. He started with her toes, working his way down, and then he spotted it. On the paw�s heel was a small scratch in the exact spot the bullet struck that macro�s paw!
Jake froze in his in place and began to turn white. The image of this paw brutally crushing Jason suddenly came back to him. For the first time, he was absolutely terrified of the beautiful fur that was sharing the couch with him.
He looked over at Sandy, who was relaxing with her eyes closed, and tried to image his wonderful girlfriend as deadly macro! Then he came to his senses and remembered that Jason was just about to kill him. That thought allowed him to change the image of a deadly killer to a powerful avenging angle.
�What�s wrong honey?� Sandy asked innocently.
�Nothing baby just noticed you hurt your heel today.�
�Well a bug bit me today, but don�t worry I got him.� She replied with a mischievous smile.
Jake lifted her paw up to his face and gently kissed the wounded heel. He then started to affectionately massage the rest of the paw again. Sandy just smiled, closed her eyes, and continued to purr. As he continued to pamper her, Jake looked over his wonderful girlfriend wondering just what other little secrets were in store for him.