He didn't know how it was possible, but he had snuck inside the ratty, yet well-kempt house of Rudy late one night, the guy who pretends to be a rabbit most of the time. Until he thankfully, dropped the act since he and his mate had turned twenty, fully entering adulthood. Of course, what came with Adulthood came upcoming responsibilities. Most of which, he wasn't going to let be known until a later time.

However, their childish tendencies haven't left them at all. For one, their superhero identity that they've kept up for as long as they could remember. Even if there weren't as many threats to Mythlandia that called for their attention, they still played around with their alternate personas that ended up sometimes being used as a bit of a kink, or roleplays that would most times end in the two getting each other off in more ways than one.

That of course, boiled down to them sometimes 'visiting' their former rivals whenever they wanted to 'apprehend' them in a sense. Which would be getting them off in various different ways. The most used tactic was giving them either handjobs or, if preferred, footjobs. On other occasions, they'd even have full-blown sex together, either with each other or together, if on a special occasion.

And since Rudy was a sucker for paws as his boyfriend, Timmy, Miguel- or rather, Super Lucha, was on his way to give him just that. So here he was, hiding crouched in position in his bedroom next to the open door. It was dark enough in the room that he was practically undetectable, patiently waiting on Rudy to come in so he could do exactly what his confusing catchphrase suggested: Placing him Under Arrestle.

Get it? Because he'll be apprehended in a wrestling manner, you know. Like, being put in a full nelson or whatnot, something like that. Miguel's been rolling with it for so long and yet, nobody's gotten it yet, except for his peers in the palace and his lover. Not that it bothered him because he's had merch even displaying the name, even when it wasn't understood to this very day! Crazy, huh?

Super Lucha's ears perk up to the sound of pawsteps that pass by him and his head whirls in the direction of the rat who walked in, being none the wiser about the superhero he just walked past without even sensing that he wasn't alone, or that he was being watched even. He grins, fangs catching the gleam of the lamp that had barely lit up half of the room, waiting for him to get closer to the bed before he acts, swiftly but silently closing in on him and tackling him on the bed.

"Huh, what the-!?" Rudy exclaimed when an unknown assailant pins him down on the bed facefirst.

"Gotcha!" Super Lucha proclaims proudly, yet quietly, regardless of Rudy being by himself, as he got on top of the struggling rat and managed to pin his arms behind him and hold them with one paw while wrapping his arm around his neck and taking full control. He wasn't as strong as him, but he still put up a fight nonetheless as he was getting locked down, as his ancestor has taught him to do once. Or twice.

Before too long, he had him right where he wanted in the span of thirty seconds, locking him in a full nelson with his legs wrapped tightly around his pelvic region, both stirrup feet, courtesy to upgrading his costume/onesie, perfectly hugging his sheath. Rudy wasn't struggling for too long when he felt his sheath be rubbed by the blue pairs of paws that belonged to someone very familiar. The first thing on his mind was Miguel, but quickly changed to it being Super Lucha, who had on stirrups that went with his costume. Not to mention that he had him in a perfect full nelson, which was cool for one thing.

When he was no longer shaken by the sudden attack, he caught his breath for a moment to open his mouth. "S-Super Lucha? It's you!" He was whispering, but Miguel under the costume could sense the surprise his voice held, nearly snickering in delight as he slowly rubbed and stroked the rat's awakening dick with his footpaws, gaining a few shivering moans out of him once he got through talking. "N-nngh, and you got me in one of your best submission moves!"

"That's right, because you're Under Arrestle!" Super Lucha declares in a louder tone, feeling the rat's fully unsheathed dick pulse in between his soles. "For being into my feet! And Mighty Meow's!" It was true. They may be the same person, but Rudy had still been a weirdo around his paws as expected, figuring that he'd get him off tonight as the superhero he worships alongside Mighty Meow.

His hold on him remained tight as he started moving faster, watching Rudy attempt to thrust his hips up to meet his feet when they came down and scoffing. He really was a foot slut and he couldn't say that enough, even when he wasn't being a superhero. "Hah, and you're even trying to fuck my feet as well!"

"I-I'm so sorry, S-Super Lucha, but..." Rudy grits his teeth, too taken aback by the softness of his hero's soles. "Your feet feel so good! A-aah, and these stirrups are even better! Just like I imagined!"

His smirk widened. "I see. Miguel told me you'd be into that, so I spiffed up my outfit just for you." He made his soles wrinkle, making sure he felt every bit of it, even though the stirrups covered most of them. "They're as soft as my paws, because I know you can't get enough of them."

"I-I really can't!" He was fucking his feet faster, his arms trembling in the hero's grip as though he wanted to hold his paws for further usage while he moaned shamelessly. "They feel so good I just can't help it...your feet are just as amazing as Mighty Meow's!"

"Are they now? Then fuck them a little faster for me~." Super Lucha purred into his ear, having relaxed his grip enough to lean in, before giving the back of it a quick lick. "Unless you want me to take over and make this last all night." He needn't say anymore when the rat's thrust pick up speed, making his cock slide up and down through the soft straps on his feet. He hummed, moving them in time with his thrusts, taking in his pleasured groans and sighs, feeling as though he ought to get him off with different kinds of footwear as both Miguel and Super Lucha, as Felicity would do.

Her feet were softer, of course, but his were too, especially when used in a less teasing manner, and he could make anyone cum twice with them. He wasn't going to give Rudy that kind of pleasure yet, but if he asks nicely one of these days, he just might get it.

As for now, he only got one orgasm, and it was coming quickly since now, he was shivering greatly and seething moan after moan out of his clenched teeth, sounding more desperate by the second. There were no words to exchange between the two, as they both knew what was coming next.

And in only a few dozen strokes does Rudy say something. And in the form of a cumcry. "Oh, God, Super Lucha~!" And he cums, shooting four ropes of cum that land on the bed and on his navel before the rest doesn't come out as intensely, landing on Super Lucha's feet that still move up and down, catching more of his spunk that leaked down his shaft. He murrs, watching it all happen with a proud grin. It wasn't very often that he used his paws on Rudy, but it was the next best thing every time, because he was down that bad for him.

He lets the rat lay still, having long-since let go of his arms that splay out on the bed, still stroking out little drops of his cum before rubbing some on his feet that, fortunately, didn't get on his stirrups before he pats the panting rat's head, rubbing down his floppy ears. "Nice load you gave me there, buddy. Miguel said you gave his soft feet these kinds of loads and I was surprised to see you gave me one a little bigger. how does it feel?"

Sighing, Rudy leaned into his touch, bruxing. "Like a dream come true."

"Heh, cool," The lucha warrior hummed before wiggling his soaked toes around for the rat to see. "Now do me a favor and clean off these o' glorious paws of mine."

"Y-yes, Super Lucha."

The masked canine from there basked in the warmth of his once-rival's bed, humming as he watched his fan/favorite foot slut lick his own cum off his feet, feeling proud to have 'saved the day' once again.