Blanco and Ginger
       
       As the mighty Puss in Boots prepared to stand against the fearsome beasts of the dark forest, his sword arm trembled. However, even against the rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, the flesh rending claws, and the terrifying red eyes; he stood brave, not considering flight for even a moment.
       
       Against the beast’s roar however- Haha! 
       
       The story paused abruptly as El Guante Blanco’s laughed pierced the veil clean through, echoing throughout the city square. “Oh, you have never seen such speed!” The old cat let loose another laugh as he slapped his signature white paw against a knee. A chorus of others soon joined him. The only one not joining in was the orange cat sitting beside him and shooting him a distinctly sour glare. 
       
       When the laughter at last faded, he turned to smile at the dour looking kit. “Maestro, I would appreciate it if you did not go around spreading such-” Puss paused for a moment to consider his words and look pointedly towards the crowd gathered for the story.  Catching onto the rather light mood, he attempted to smile as he continued. “Ehe… Tall tales. To the people of San Lorenzo.” 
       
       “Now now, Ginger, there is no need to be ashamed.” The old cat affectionately placed a paw on his pupil’s shoulder. “We all have an embarrassing story or two.”
       
       Puss dramatically pulled away from the gentle paw, adding in a spin for flare before pointing an accusatory finger at no one in particular. “Perhaps one, but Puss in Boots could not possible shamed by more than one! After all, I am the hero of San Lorenzo, and never once have I done anything worth shaming since bearing that title.” He punctuated the thought with a sway of his hip and a proud gaze upwards. Had he been paying enough attention to the crowd, he would have been quite disappointed by the snickering that followed. 
       
       El Guante Blanco proudly joined in the snickering as he watched the young showoff. Casually he turned to the white cat sitting nearby. Dulcinea smiled right back at him, “I suppose not just once, no,” she chuckled.
       
       “Let him have this, Dulcinea, after all he has had more than his fair share of humiliations.” The old cat looked back to Puss just in time to catch him turning around. “Although, many of those are not for the ears of children.” With a knowing smile, El Guante Blanco narrowed his eyes. Puss stopped dead in his tracks mid-turn. “Then again, perhaps away from prying ears…” Eyes, still on his pupil, El Guante Blanco lifted Dulcinea’s paw and pulled her an inch closer.
       
       That got Puss moving again quickly. Before either of them knew what happened, he’d interposed himself quite skillfully between El Guante Blanco and Dulcinea. “Aha! Yes, these ears do not need to pry further. Believe me, Dulcinea, you do not need to hear such gory details.” 
       
       Another round of laughter broke through the air, followed by some groaning and the crack of a few bones as the old cat stepped away from the young couple. “Perhaps you are right, Ginger.” He let loose an exaggerated yawn as he kicked the cane up to his hands. “This old man tires of his tales now, in any case.” 
       
       “Oh no, please.” Dulcinea stood up herself, abruptly breaking away from Puss and sending him to the ground with nothing to lean against. “I’m sure that we would all love another story. The children don’t mind the gory details.” The gathered orphans cheered in agreement, but Puss shook his head, just the slightest bit of panic showing in his eyes.  El Guante Blanco shook his head as well, once he noticed.
       
       “No no, I’m afraid I really must rest.” He feigned another yawn and waved Dulcinea off. “Perhaps in the morning. You know the way to my room, I’m sure.” He winked, and the girl nearly melted in front of him. In an instant she went from white to bright red. Satisfyingly, the fellow behind her blushed as well. “Haha! It seems I’ve still got the touch,” he laughed once more at his pupil’s expense before heading off to the tavern, and to his room. 

***
       
       Once settled back in his room, El Guante Blanco gingerly lifted himself onto the bed, ignoring a few pops from his weak hips as he did so. “Ay, caray!” He cursed as he sat back, letting his old bones pop back into place. “Perhaps this is not the best idea I’ve ever had.” He chuckled a bit as the pain faded away to a dull twinge. “Ah, but a good stretch does wonders, they say, and it has been far too long.”
       
       The old cat’s smile lit up the room, and he closed his eyes. For just a moment he allowed himself to be lost in nostalgia. Many sweet memories of wonderful ladies, a few men, the odd in-between. It was only a moment though, before his ears flicked at the familiar sound of bootsteps on wood coming up to his room. 
       
       “Ay! You can’t even allow me a moment’s rest, can you, Ginger?” The black cat’s eyes opened groggily, and he took a deep breath. “Not even time to stretch first.” Releasing the breath, El Guante Blanco slowly lifted a leg to his face. 
       
       The door slammed open a few seconds later as Puss burst in, though he paused for a second to slowly close it before actually starting into his fury. “Maestro, forgive my intrusion, but you cannot be serious about sharing such stories with Dulcinea!” Puss was still blushing right through his fur as he spoke. Evidently the speech was readied in advance, because a second after he’d finished, he noticed his maestro’s position. “Uh, can you possibly be doing that later.”
       
       El Guante Blanco tried to act casually as he finished licking up his leg, achingly slowly ending just before reaching an outstretched paw. In his heyday he would have shot the boy a real look, but disappointingly he could only muster an aside glance. “One must not ignore hygiene. Surely, that’s a lesson you remember, Ginger.” His eyes still aimed at Puss, the old cat’s tongue reached out again this time lingering on the paw.
       
       The effect was obvious, though Puss did try rather poorly to hide it. His eyes darted to every corner of the room as he tried to avoid looking. Still he came closer to the bed, even hopping right onto it the moment he was within leaping distance. “Ahem! As I was saying. Surely, you did not intend to, uh, share such embarrassing tales of our exploits with the town, yes, Maestro?”
       
       “Ha! Of course not, Ginger. Can’t a maestro just enjoy humiliating his student now and again?” His words were chosen carefully, but certainly not subtly. His old loins were already starting to stir. He gave his paw another lick, this time making a point to get just between a toe, and it became apparent instantly that Puss’s were beginning to stir as well. 
       
       Puss was frozen but for a shiver that sent his tail standing erect. Of course, something else was erecting alongside his spine and tail, but neither he nor his maestro acknowledged that for now. He simply stared dead ahead as the old cat continued to “clean” his foot, providing a few more licks and the odd nibble on an extended claw.
       
       With a groan, he eventually pulled the paw away from his mouth. The spell broke almost instantly. Puss dramatically shook himself out of his daze, readjusting his hat and belt and trying to assume a confident stance again. El Guante Blanco wasn’t prepared to let the whelp get his guard back up though. With another more decidedly animated groan, he flexed his other paw and lifted it just enough to get a solid pop out of his old bones. 
       
       “Ay! Dios mio… Ginger, I don’t suppose you would consider helping me out. I’m not as flexible as I used to be.” 
       
       Puss’s brow raised curiously, and he took a glance down at the foot. Of course, in the process a slightly stiffening cock also caught his eye, and he turned away immediately, shyly adjusting his cap as he did. “Ehe, Maestro, surely you are joking, yes? It has been ages since I last helped you, uh, bathe.” He chuckled nervously and glanced back towards the door. 
       
       “Si, far too long as I recall.” When Puss turned back, El Guante Blanco was standing, face to face with him. Clearly the youngster was still off-balance, because he toppled in an instant, barely catching himself on before the weight of his head and shoulders sent him off the edge of the bed. “Ha! Now now, Ginger. So eager to be on your back already? I didn’t mean to rush to the end so fast.”
       
       “M-Maestro, I will have you know that I do not do the feety stuff anymore!” Puss was defiant for just a moment, almost lifting himself to a seat even. “It is far too…” That fervor vanished before he could even finish his declaration though, as El Guante Blanco placed a paw on his chest and pushed him back down. “…h-humiliating for a h-hero…”
       
       “We all have our weaknesses, Ginger.” The old cat extended his claws and tiptoed up Puss’s chest. He made it all the way to the neck before pulling it off and floating it just above his pupil’s face. “It does no good to deny them.” Puss’s tongue darted up at the foot, itching to taste the sweat of the pads. His nose twitched at the smell. His maestro helped him along that last moment of resistance by dropping it just slightly and planting it atop Puss’s nose with a sarcastic, “Boop.” 
       
       That was enough to send the eager cat right over into passionate fervor. His paws flew off the mattress and wrapped around the foot with a speed that nearly sent both cats falling right off the bed. At once his tongue began to kiss the paw pads, running roughly over them with nothing short of his best efforts. When El Guante Blanco pulled back to regain some semblance of balance, he dragged Puss’s mouth right with him, biting down and suckling on a toe. 
       
       “Oh, Felinna, forgive me. How I have missed this!” Puss removed his lips just long enough to admire the paw. His hands ran roughly over the knuckles, squeezing them as his pupils dilated. The old cat winced a bit as Puss began to massage his pads. A pained yowl morphed smoothly into a seductive purr as the bones popped and the muscles stretched. Puss moved back in to kiss and nibble each toe individually, practically treating each one as a lover. 
       
       An extension of the paw and the lightest of pushes sent the young tomcat back down, knocking him over with barely a feather’s weight against his face. Getting the paw away took a touch more effort and a lot more finesse. El Guante Blanco slid the foot lightly against his protégé’s face and down his chin. Puss giggled and loosed his grip. He followed the foot, wide-eyed, as El Guante Blanco extended his claws and scraped them ever-so-lightly down his belly. 
       
       “Hee-hee! Maestro, please do not tease me any longer.” Puss lifted his head just enough to look his maestro in the eyes, staring at him with a desperate, pleading smile. “I have already been embarrassed enough, have I not?” His cock gave an affirmative twitch as he spoke. 

       El Guante Blanco said nothing and smiled down calmly at Puss with his arms crossed. He couldn’t resist those big green eyes for long though. His foot continued its trail down the orange belly before the heel finally collided with the base of Puss’s throbbing cock. Casually he lifted the foot and gently wrapped his arch around the shaft, running it up the length and caressing the barbs with his still wet and warm pads. 
       
       Puss’s eyes rolled back, and his lips quivered as toes wrapped around his tip and squeezed. He fell back a second later when the old cat pressed his foot down, pressing the shaft roughly against his groin. El Guante Blanco didn’t show much control of his weight, pressing nearly the whole of it against Puss’s crotch all at once. Puss didn’t mind for a moment though, as his maestro made up for it with excellent control of his footwork. The pads of his foot scrapped roughly along Puss’s barbs with great gusto as the old cat masterfully controlled his foot’s arch. 
       
       It was barely a moment before Puss began shouting some form of incoherent prayer, his head thrown back off the edge of the mattress. Four tiny toes curled across his tip and his hips bucked against the weight uselessly. The only thing keeping him on edge was the pressure itself, and he squirmed desperately to relieve that pressure and reach release all the sooner. “M-maestro! I beg of you, please!””
       
       The old cat lost control as he watched his protégé squirm, and his toes curled involuntarily, eliciting a desperate yowl from Puss. Licking his lips, El Guante Blanco reached down and at last gave his own crotch some attention. His old loins were as desperate for attention as the whelp below him. “Very well, Ginger.” He snickered as he gave his balls a squeeze. Then, after on more moments pause to admire the squirming figure, he lifted his heel off the shaft.
       
       Puss’s cock went into riotous spasms, and his hips bucked to follow the foot upward. The first spurt of cum struck the toes above it with force, while the ones that followed went wild. A few more ran across the old cat’s heel before he allowed himself to sit back at last. Most simply coated the young cat’s belly and groin as he cried out in bliss.
       
       El Guante Blanco took a seat and admired his handiwork. It was a bit of an effort getting down without dropping his foot, and regrettably he had to take his paw off himself to lean on, but the relief from the long stand was worth it in its own way. “Haha! You sure do make a mess, Ginger. Still as virile as ever.”
       
       “Ehehe, yes,” Puss dramatically raised his head. Immediately he flashed a seductive smile and leapt to all fours in front of his maestro. With a bit of dramatic flair, he then kicked off his his boots, landing them perfectly by the door of the room. Then, now with traction, he leaned down, as if to pounce on the older cat. “Too much for any lover to handle alone, no?” His eyes narrowed, and he licked his lips as he then focused in on El Guante Blanco’s still shining foot.
       
       “Ha! No need to be so dramatic. You hardly need permission at this point, Ginger.” Before he had even finished, Puss was already under the foot, giving it another long, tantalizing lick all the way up the toes. The old cat’s cock twitched at the sight, and he prepared to reach for it. A bit of a buckle gave him pause, however, and he opted to keep his stability.

       Then, as abruptly as he had begun, Puss suddenly stopped. “Si, maestro, you have taught me well.” In a flash the young cat was face to face with his maestro, sweetly lifting his chin and squatting directly above his pulsing shaft. “A man knows his lover’s needs without needing to ask anything.” He lowered himself to the tip and reached back for aim. Then with a stunningly stoic smile and the most passionate purr he could muster, the hero impaled himself fully on his maestro’s sword in one fell swoop.
       
       El Guante Blanco was taken aback, eyes rolling back in his head. He would have yowled had Puss not lifted a thumb to shut his mouth before he could. The youngster only took a moment to adjust before moving too, squirming up the shaft and back down in the smallest of steps. The heat alone was too much for the old cat to take though, and a few skillful squeezes from Puss put him on edge before he could even think to start thrusting on his own.
       
       With a gasp, El Guante Blanco’s arms buckled, and he collapsed under his protégé as he came. “Ay, dios mio,” he mumbled under his breath as he filled the young cat. 
       
       Puss lifted himself off the cock slowly, but just in time for his maestro to land a las spurt on his thigh. Then, he calmly laid himself atop the old man, with a gentle smile. “And to think you thought to humiliate me, maestro. You should know, no man is a match for Puss in Boots. Not even the great El Guante Blanco.”
       
       Still breathing heavy, El Guante Blanco smile back and reach up to cup Puss’s chin. “There’s that, heh, pride again, Ginger. It’ll be your undoing one of these days.” 
       
       “Perhaps, but not today!” Somehow even in the moment of afterglow, Puss was unable to speak below a shout. Though at least his body relaxed a moment later. His own legs buckling as he fell fully atop El Guante Blanco with that beaming smile still painting his face. 
       
       The smile faded a moment later however, when a banging and a voice from the floor below interrupted the almost set-in calm. “Oi! Would you keep it down up there, Puss! We don’t all need to know the second ye’ get off!” Pajuna’s shout was followed mere moments later by a muttering from the patrons below as well. 
       
       Puss simple giggled and averted his eyes from the old cat. “Ahem, if you’ll excuse me, maestro.”
       
       “Si, si, go to your people hero. I’m sure they will adore to hear how you tell this one.”