Hatred. That was the only thing that was running through the mind of Theon, a reclusive red dragon, whenever he saw his brother Cato. Cato was a popular, successful, loveable crystal-blue dragon who had one of the most beautiful dragonesses in the land as his partner. Then there was Theon, who was bullied, ignored and lonely, forced to watch every second of his brother’s success. Despite Cato always being supportive and loving of his brother, Theon didn’t want to hear any of it, and when he found out that Cato was now engaged to the dragoness he had dreamed about all his life, he finally snapped and ran away to an isolated cave, frustrated at his constant lack of success compared to his sibling.

Although always worried about the state of his brother, Cato was living a very happy and upper-class life with his girlfriend Flo, a stunningly beautiful pink dragoness who worked as a paw model in her spare time. She was one of the only dragons in the land who didn’t find a job like that degrading, so she soon became known as somewhat of a fetish model amongst the dragons. Cato, who had been struggling to accept his paw fetish since his teenage years, couldn’t be happier with his girlfriends job. 

Neither could his brother Theon, who had lusted over Flo for many years, even before Cato started his relationship with her. Although they had too many differences to list, one thing that was similar between the two brothers was their paw fetish. Being one of the few paw models around, Flo’s very well cared-for feet were Theon’s primary fantasy since he hit puberty. The thought that his brother was getting intimate with them every night caused him to fume with anger and jealousy. But he was a determined dragon. He has been depressed most of his life and he wasn’t going to let himself grow old without living out his one fantasy. He had been devising a plan for a long time, one that would allow him to have his fun whilst showing his brother who the better dragon really is.

Cato returned home to his cave one night and noticed that he had received an odd item in the post. It was a letter addressed to him, but it was clearly in his brother’s handwriting. Cato was overjoyed when he noticed he had received a letter from Theon, as he was continuously worried about how his brother was doing and he hadn’t heard from him in a long time.

“Hey, Flo! I’ve got a letter here from my brother!” he called out, but received no response. Odd, he thought, since she always got home hours before he did. “Flo?” he called out again.

Figuring she must have stayed out with some of her friends for longer, he sat down and took out his brother’s letter, reading it happily, but as he read on, he started to feel butterflies in his stomach. He realised why his brother had sent him the letter.

“Dear brother,

	I hope you are doing well. As you know, I haven’t been. You’ve always spent most of your time socialising and being successful, then returning home to put on some pathetic facade where you hug me and then pretend to be interested in my life. As much as you wanted to look like you loved me, you never did. Why the hell would you? I’m just some weird dragon recluse who never talked to anyone.

Of course, being as lonely as I am, I was quite angry when you informed me that you were engaged to Flo, absolutely indraconic levels of anger to be precise. You always knew about my fetish, and whilst I appreciate you not telling anyone else, I don’t at all appreciate you rubbing the fact I will never get to live out my fantasy in my face.

But now that is wrong, I will live out my fantasy. I am about to right now. As you can see by the lovely photograph I have attached, your beautiful dragoness is now bound nice and tightly in my cave, her precious hind feet as vulnerable as they can be.

A photo isn’t enough. I want you to see your brother at his happiest moment. I would strongly recommend you come over to the high caves to collect her yourself, and quickly. Otherwise, it might not just be her feet that I will violate.

Kind regards,

Theon.”

Cato’s eyes widened with panic as he pulled out the attached photo and indeed saw his beloved girlfriend, with a distressed look on her face, struggling with all of her limbs tied tightly with rope to a chair, with her back paws locked into a set of wooden stocks which displayed her pink soles. There was a metal contraption around her torso that looked as if it was restricting her ability to fly by compressing her wings.

Almost instantaneously, Cato flew straight out of the cave, heading for where his brother now resided. Even though he knew it wasn’t, he was hoping that it was some sort of hoax, a practical joke of some sort. He loved his brother so much, but he never suspected he would have a mental breakdown like this. He wasn’t worried about what had happened to Flo yet – he was fairly sure he wouldn’t have gone beyond her paws and her job made her used to that stuff – but he was worried about whether he was going to be able to save her without a fight.

When he arrived at his brother’s cave, he was confused as to how peaceful it seemed, there were no dragons present, but the cave was being lit by candles. He could see no signs of any struggle or any activity at all for that matter. He walked further into the cave, occasionally calling out for his brother and his girlfriend, before he reached a table next to the bed in the center of the cave. On it was a set of implements that could be used during paw play – oils, feathers, brushes – and Cato found it oddly relieving to see, since that must mean his brother hadn’t started using any of them yet. He just had to try looking around outside to see where Theon had disappeared to.

But he couldn’t. Before he could even turn around, he felt his head being violently grabbed by another dragon’s paws. A damp cloth was placed around his mouth and nose as he struggled trying to fight off the other dragon. This didn’t last long before he began to get faint and he slowly passed out onto the floor, as he heard his attacker speak.

“Hello, dear brother.”

Cato soon woke up, unable to move. As his vision unblurred, the first thing he immediately noticed was the image he was sent in the letter. Except now, it was real. He saw his beloved girlfriend in exactly the same position she was in for the photo, with the only difference being that there was now a small rope tied around her face, gagging her and leaving her unable to produce any noise other than muffled shouts. The room was much more decrepit than the cave he was knocked out in, but he could tell it was the same place from the type of candle that was being used for lighting. It was a few seconds later that Cato realised, other than not being gagged; his restraints were identical to hers. He tried vainly to pull and writhe against the ropes binding him, but it was no use.

The two restrained dragons were facing each other, with their stocked feet perfectly aligned. There was a small stool between them.

“Flo!” Cato shouted out, “Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you!”

“Oh, won’t I?” Another voice responded from behind Cato, which he immediately recognised as his brother. Theon walked past Cato so he was standing between the two dragons, holding a bottle of some sort of liquid in his forepaw. “You are underestimating me once again. I’m going to do whatever I want to both of you. You may have noticed I have had to gag your friend here, she was starting to get rather feisty and thought she could try and breathe fire to fend me off, but I was prepared.”

“Why are you doing this, Theon!? Whatever you might think, I’ve always loved you as a brother! I’m sorry I didn’t do anything to help you while you were depressed but this isn’t the way to get back at me!”

“Oh, but it is, brother. I have both of you, the brother I envied and the girl I admired, trapped and susceptible to my every desire. And as you know very well, my desire is focused on these beautiful dragoness feet here.” Theon sits on the stool in the middle, facing Flo. After licking his lips, he reaches down and puts out his tongue.

Cato interrupts, “Hey! Don’t even think about it!”

“Be quiet! A nice lick will be the best way to soften up her feet ready for my play.” Theon immediately begins to take soft, savouring licks up the bound dragoness’ soles, sliding his tongue gently from her heels upwards until he could move it between her toes, making her splay them out.

Cato grew angrier as he watched his deranged brother lick his girlfriend’s feet like a lollipop. Thankfully Flo did not look distressed or scared by his actions, she simply closed her eyes and let out a soft moan whenever her toes were licked, but this was simply the prelude to whatever Theon had planned.
“Don’t you think you’ve done that enough?” asked Cato after a long period of foot-licking.

“Oh, you mean you want to feel it on your feet now?” responded Theon, the first time in a good few minutes that his tongue had been inside his mouth.

“Eww, god, no! Keep your damn tongue to yourself!”

“I would never think of doing something as disgusting as licking your paws, Cato. That’s why I have this.” Theon replied, holding up the bottle of liquid he had in his forepaw. He removed the cap from the bottle and tilted it over his brother’s feet.

“There we go, some nice oil will sensitize your feet almost as good as a tongue!”

Cato’s toes wiggled as soon as the oil splashed against them. The wiggling allowed the oil to drip into the spaces between his toes before it trickled down the length of his soles. He could feel the cold oil drizzling across his feet, and as much as he didn’t want to, he could feel how sensitive they were becoming.
“The oil feels so nice, doesn’t it, Cato?” Theon taunted as he picked up a feather and held it in clear view of both dragons. “While your feet are being tenderised I think I’ll see how ticklish your girl is.”

Theon then lowered the feather towards Flo’s scaly pink heels and gently wiggled it at the base of her heels, before tracing the tip of the feather very slowly upwards in a zig-zag pattern, moving the feather across every inch of her soles. Flo did not react, but it was clear that she was holding in laughter, not wanting to give Theon the satisfaction of her giggles. As the feather got to her toes, it was fluttered on the bottoms of her digits before it was slid between them. Despite the ticklish tingles covering the whole surface area of her soft soles, Flo did not let out a single sound and kept her toes perfectly still. This did not go down well with her torturer.

“Come on, sweetie, I want to hear your sweet laughter. I know you are dying to wiggle those toes whenever i tickle between them.” Theon taunted, trying to humiliate her into submitting to him, but it did not work. She stayed still and silent.

“Hmm, I will have to find another way to break you, Flo. Let’s see how ticklish my little brother is!”

Before Cato could even say anything in retaliation, Theon made a quick swipe across the oiled arches of his brother’s paws, and was immensely satisfied with the result. Cato’s feet were so sensitive by that point that he was forced into curling his toes tightly as soon as the feather made contact. For the next few seconds, he let out a loud, whimpering chuckle as his toes wiggled around, surprised at how much the soft feather tickled.

“Aww, I never knew you could wiggle your toes around so adorably, little brother! The feather feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Theon, I swear to god, you had better get that feather away from me!”

“I’m afraid I can’t co-operate” Theon stated before wiggling the feather frantically across Cato’s soles. The sensations racing through Cato’s feet and legs were unlike anything he had ever felt before. This was only a small feather, but he could feel each individual fibre of it teasing his delightfully tender paws. His short, clawed toes wiggled and flexed all around as he loudly giggled and rubbed his poor feet together, trying to shield one sole with the other. This was in vain, however, due to Theon simply focusing on the sole in front, tickling rapidly to force it to wiggle out of the way of the other one, which he would then tickle with delight.

“Why did you never tell me you were this ticklish? We could have had so much fun together!” Theon said as he dropped the feather on the floor and began playing with his brother’s feet using his claws. “Do my claws tickle?”

His brother couldn’t speak through the laughter, but it was clear from the frantic toe movements that it definitely tickled.

“Look at you, demoted from brother to tickle torture toy! Let me play a game of This Little Piggy with your cute toes!” He then began to move his claws upward and scratch all over and between Cato’s toes. Cato could not get a word in due to his laughter, but he could see that Theon was also utilising his tail to swipe across Flo’s trapped feet at the same time. She was still not reacting, but she looked as if she was finding it harder to control her laughter, and very occasionally she would flinch her toes. It was now that Cato truly realised the extent of what was happening. This wasn’t a practical joke like he’d hoped. He could only struggle in his bondage as he was forced to feel the torturous sensations on his feet, and had to watch his lover suffer in the same manner.
Theon soon stopped the torture and turned around to face Flo again.

“Now, I hope my tail felt good whilst I was punishing my brother, but now I’m going to make you submit to me.” He held up two contraptions, one was a short brush with stiff white bristles; the other was a small metal rake-like object with pointy prongs. “I’m going to run these across your feet until you are broken, dragoness. And if you don’t break soon enough, you will be punished. I’m going to treat you and remove your gag, but be warned if I see a single flame emerge from your mouth I will put you and Cato through extreme pain.”

Theon pulled the rope gag from around her mouth, and not a second passed before Flo spoke out.

“Just piss off already! I’ve never done anything to you! It’s pointless tickle torturing me because I’ll never laugh!”

Theon didn’t respond at first, instead giving a quick swipe to her left foot with the rake. The sensation was much stronger than the feather or tail, but Flo was still able to maintain her blank expression and still toes. She wasn’t completely sure, however, how long she would be able to go for like this.

“You will be a good little dragoness, you will laugh, and you will wiggle your toes. Tickle tickle...” Theon teased before placing both the brush and rake on her feet, one on each sole, he immediately started running them upwards and downwards. The rake made slight indents on her feet as the pointy prongs teased her nerve endings. Each bristle on the brush was tickling deeply into her smooth foot. Flo was clearly beginning to crack up, finding it more and more difficult to hold in her laughter. Cato watched anxiously, hoping that she wouldn’t give his brother the satisfaction of seeing how ticklish she was. As he watched her suffer, he shouted out to Theon.

“She won’t break! She’s tougher than that! She won’t let some pathetic loner torture her!”

Flo was surprised as she felt the tickle torture on her feet stop, but she saw Theon looking angrier than he ever had been before.

“What...the hell did you just call me, brother?”

“Um...nothing, I didn’t mean it!” Cato had lived with Theon most of his life and he had never seen more anger on his face before. He never knew that he would be that offended by being called a loner. His anxiety grew further when Theon walked over and put his face incredibly close to his own.

“What...did...you...call me?”

“A...a pathetic loner? But I swear I’m sorry, it just came out!”

“You dare to INSULT me when you know I can make you suffer?” Theon said, moving back slightly as he seemed to pick something else up from the floor. “I have better torture tools than just tickle stuff, you know. Like this cane stick here.”

Looking at the thick cane held in front of him, Cato panicked as he saw it being positioned in front of his stocked feet.

“I know how to make you suffer, brother. And don’t you ever forget that.” Theon said, before pulling back ready to hit his brother’s soles with the cane. Cato closed his eyes and clenched, awaiting the sudden pain on his soles.

But it never came. Instead, Cato was shocked by the piercingly loud sound of Flo shouting in pain.

He opened his eyes to see that Theon had turned around and was resting the cane on Flo’s soles, as her toes curled around it. Theon giggled to himself. He had finally broken her.

“There’s only one thing you hate more than pain, Cato. It’s seeing your loved ones in pain.”

Theon quickly laid several more smacks on Flo’s poor feet with the cane, his evil smile growing bigger every time he heard the cane contacting her pink flesh followed by her loud short shriek.

Cato could barely watch as his girlfriend’s tender paws were beaten, and in his anxiety he was wiggling the claws on his tied forepaws around. It was now that he noticed something, however. His claws were beginning to scratch through the ropes binding him to the chair. If he could just last a bit longer he could break loose and fight back. But what he was worried about was whether Flo, who was beginning to cry, could take any more.

Although tears were beginning to flow down her cheeks, Flo was still trying to retaliate and hold in her reactions, but as Theon began to trace his claws on her soft, sore feet, she could not bear any more and allowed herself to release a loud, slightly distressed laugh as her toes began to curl and wiggle.

“Good girl! I knew you would break eventually! I hope I didn’t hurt your feet too much, sweetheart.” Theon said as he picked up the brush and rake again from before and began to torture her now pained paws. “You will learn to enjoy foot torture, dragoness. You will be getting tickled a lot from now on, but if you are good then you will never receive another whipping. Your feet are soft, helpless and delicate, and they will stay that way. You will simply be my personal paw fetish toy from now on.”

Cato couldn’t stand to see Flo moan and struggle as her poor little feet were mercilessly tickled. Her once still toes were now wiggling madly, trying to alleviate the brush and rake attacking her soft soles. Whilst it was a horrible sight, Cato’s paw fetish was desperately trying to take over and make him enjoy it. He couldn’t deny that the sight of her moving and writhing feet was immensely attractive to him. The main focus for him, however, was trying to cut through his rope with his claws, which he was being gradually successful at.

Theon had began to use the brush on the tops of Flo’s feet, whilst digging the rake deeply into her soles, essentially sandwiching her feet between two torture tools. She was practically screaming from both the laughter of the tickling and the slight pain caused by the pointy prongs torturing the beaten areas of her soles. Cato could not stand to see any more, so he shouted out something that he knew would attract his brothers attention. Just calling him a pathetic loser wouldn’t stop him when he is in full-on torture mode, so he had to bring out a proper insult.

“Oi! Twat!”

This immediately caused Theon to stop tickling and turn to face Cato.

“What was that? Don’t talk to me like that in my own home! You really want me to just kill you don’t you?” Theon shouted angrily as he went towards Cato and stood right in front of his face again. “You know, I could easily just cut you with these claws?”

“Yeah, but I think you’ve forgot, I have claws too.” Cato said, before swinging his forepaw around and slashing at his brother’s cheek, knocking him to the ground.

He had managed to rip through the ropes just in time, and freed his feet from the stocks seconds later as Theon clutched his cheek in pain on the ground. Cato rushed right over and freed Flo from her bonds, before heading straight for his brother again.

He pinned Theon down whilst he was still on the ground and looked him in the eyes.

“I’ll give you one chance to redeem yourself, brother. Tell us how we can get the hell out of this place.”

“Piss off! You are never getting out of here!”


Cato was about to respond before Flo interrupted him and spoke to Theon.

“You know, when you are pinned down like that, your feet look really vulnerable.” She said, causing Theon to widen his eyes in panic. “I wonder if I can make your tootsies curl?”

Flo immediately reached down and rested her forepaws on each of Theon’s soles, so that she could simply curl and wiggle her own claws to push them deeply into the red dragons paws. She turned the tables with a delighted grin on her face, making sure to tease the same areas of his feet that he teased on hers.

“Doesn’t feel so good when it’s on your own feet, does it?” She taunted.

“Please! I can’t take it! I’ll tell you!”

Flo stopped the frantic claw tickling, but took another position where she held Theon’s toes back and wiggled her claws softly across his arches, as if she was playing guitar on them. “Every second you stall, I will tickle faster. Go on.”

“There is...hahah...a passage behind...ha..that..hahaha...rock there!” Theon responded, still in fits of laughter.

“Wow, you really are pathetic.” said Flo “Thinking you are a tough sadistic dragon when you have other dragons restrained and helpless and then turning into a little ticklish wimp when the tables are turned.” She stopped tickling and walked over to reveal the passage leading back up to the main part of the cave. Cato began walking over to join her.

“You made a huge mistake today, Theon. But remember, I am your brother, and even when you are being as mental as you were today, I will still love and support you. But if you do anything like this again, I won’t hesitate to do something about it.”

“Oh yeah, and what exactly will you do, Cato!? You are just as pathetic as me!” Theon shouted.

“That may be so,” Cato replied, “But there is one thing that you must remember above all else.” He walked up the passageway into the light from outside, before turning to face Theon once again as he was about to leave.

Theon shouted up at him, “Well, what exactly is that then!?”

Cato replied,

“I know how to make YOU suffer, brother. And don’t you ever forget that.”