[b][u][center]Paying for College with Foot Pics For CodySun By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Jake Long opened the door to the Financial Aid office and was immediately waved to the counter by the short, tight-faced woman behind it. As the door swung closed behind him, he flicked his jacket back into place and tucked his hands into his pockets. “Yo, what’s up?” he asked. “Is that the right sort of vernacular for a college student, Mr. Long?” the older woman asked. “Heh, you tell me. I barely finished my first year.” “And will not be attending your second unless you finish paying off your tuition.” He blinked. Jake’s cockiness dropped through the floor as he shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “Heh, must have been an issue with the paperwork or something. I got that financial aid stuff settled last year, didn’t I?” “Unfortunately, Mr. Long, that’s something that you have to apply for every year. If you don’t, the agency assumes that your need for support has passed, and they will give the money to someone else that did apply.” The slight smugness on the older woman’s face didn’t make him feel any better about the situation. If he didn’t have that financial aid, there was no way that he could keep attending college. Hell, he was reliant on his roommate just to have a place to stay while he was attending classes; if the financial aid went belly-up, then the classes went from barely-affordable to impossible. “Can I get the paperwork –” “I’m sorry, Mr. Long, but the window to apply for it this year is closed,” the old woman said, shaking her head with faux sympathy. “If you had replied with some alacrity to the various emails that we’d sent –” “Hey, those looked like spam.” “In any case, if you had replied, you wouldn’t be in this situation. As it stands, you have two weeks in which to pay off your tuition fees.” “…How much do I owe?” “Just over four thousand dollars.” He winced. Four thousand dollars was more than he made in two months before taxes, let alone after. And that was before he had to spend any money on food or anything else that was downright required. How they thought that he could pull together the funds to get that paid off in two weeks – “What happens if I can’t?” “Then you will be removed from the rolls until next year, Mr. Long. I’m afraid that’s all that we can do.” [i]Afraid, my ass,[/i] he thought, seeing the quirk at the side of her mouth as she fought an obvious smile. [i]You’ve been riding my ass about paperwork ever since I signed up. You’re fucking happy that this is happening to me.[/i] But he couldn’t just say that. Whatever else he felt, he knew that he had to find a way to make this work. The office staff here were the only access that he had to financial aid paperwork for the next year, and as long as he could find some miracle way of getting his tuition paid off, he’d need them for next year. He needed to keep from burning any more bridges, even if this one was shaky as all hell. “Well, uh…thanks for telling me.” “You’re welcome, Mr. Long. Good luck.” Barely resisting the urge to flip the clerk off as he turned around, Jake left the office and put his hands in his pockets. He took a deep breath, tilting his head back to stare at the open sky. The urge to go from human to dragon and just take to the heavens was almost overpowering in that moment, and he very nearly gave into it. Only the fact that he still needed to keep the secret in front of most people kept him in human form, and he growled as he walked down the steps. Okay. So. He had to get four thousand dollars in two weeks. He couldn’t just go out and rob a bank, but there weren’t a lot of legal ways for someone to make a shit-ton of money that fast. Not that he could think of, at any rate. There had to be something, though. There was always something. People got rich quick on all kinds of schemes, but what the hell could he do? He didn’t have any sort of card tricks that he could pull to win poker games, and the magical world stuff wasn’t that good for solving real-world problems. What was left – He stopped in his tracks, blinking as he remembered something his roommate had mentioned. Al was one of the few people that knew about the other side of reality, about the world of magic and other creatures besides humans, and the main reason that he knew that was because he worked as a photographer, selling discrete photos to interested parties. [i]And if he’s been doing that without getting hunted down, that means that he’s selling to people that aren’t going to piss off the rest of the magical community,[/i] Jake thought, nodding to himself. [i]Which means that he’s got buyers that have money, and that money might just get me out of this jam.[/i] After all, if they were buying pictures of humanoid turtles living in the sewers of New York, maybe they’d be willing to fork out even more cash for a dragon. That was something, right? He picked up the pace, hurrying back to his dorm. If he was gonna get this done, then he was gonna get it done now. # Jake pulled the door to the shared dorm open wide. The sound of snoring welcomed him, and he shut the door just a little quieter than he had opened it. He shucked off his shoes, leaving them in the small doorway, and followed the short hallway to the living room. Al was conked out on the couch, facedown in the crook between the arm and the cushions, and he looked like he’d been there for a while. His camera was on the coffee table, still glowing with power. He’d probably been looking through it, figuring out what to keep and what to delete. That was an opportunity that Jake wasn’t going to pass up. He walked around the couch, grabbed the camera, and carried it back to his bedroom. Locking the door behind him, he grabbed a cable and hooked the camera up to his computer. [i]He told me that he made money, but he never told me what kind of pictures that he took,[/i] Jake thought, flicking to the proper folder. [i]Let’s see what kind of pics he was taking that made him so much – holy…[/i] Jake blinked, feeling his hair stand on end. The faint image of his reflection – green-black hair standing up in small spikes, eyes going wider than one usually saw in someone of Asian descent – faded as he stared at the pictures of big, two-toed green feet. “The hell…” He clicked the next button, and then clicked again, and again, and again, each time bringing up another image of the humanoid turtles that Al had mentioned. Some of them included full-body shots, some didn’t, but they were always focused on those two-toed feet and the sheer size of them, and the green undersides and the space between the toes that was usually gummed up with spit or sweat or – “Oh god.” Jake blushed worse than he expected as he saw those feet put to work on another turtle’s cock, grinding down on the shaft, sliding the head between the digits and squeezing them. One picture after another showed the progress of that footjob, going up and down, up and down, the slime from the turtle cock sticking between the toes and making them slimier. The strings of white ooze between them afterward were…surprisingly arousing for him, and he shivered, curling his toes in his socks as he kept going through the images. He'd gone through at least fifty by the time that he realized that Al had gotten the turtles to do some sort of fetish shoot for him. He’d gone through a hundred when he realized that this would probably be the same thing that happened to him if he went through with this dumbass idea. And yet, as much as he was embarrassed at the thought of going through this sort of thing, he had to admit that there was a part of him that was getting more and more aroused at the sight of the turtles being ‘used’ this way. The poses, the thrust-out feet, the idea that he might do the same thing and make someone else feel the way that he felt right then: it was surprisingly intoxicating. His cock started to throb in his pants, and he carefully ignored that as he clicked to another, different image. “Oh, fuck…” Jake’s voice was restrained as he saw a new pair of feet join the debauchery. He had all but gotten used to the sight of the green-soled, long-soaked turtle feet, but now that he saw the soft, bald-looking rat feet join the mix, it was suddenly as good as new again. He blushed as his cock throbbed harder as the turtles and rat interlocked their toes, grinding their slimy soles together, teasing each other more and more with each passing image. His jaw dropped as he watched the turtles giving the rat a footjob from either side, while the rat’s legs were pushed out to do the same for the turtles around them. His cock twitched and begged for attention as those bald, pink-toed toes were sucked on by the turtles after they were slimed and soaked together. He reached down and groped himself, unable to stop despite his shock at the whole thing, almost addicted to the fetishy show that he was getting the chance to see. [i]No wonder Al didn’t tell me anything specific,[/i] he thought, shaking his head at the display. [i]This is just flat-out porn.[/i] Not that there was anything wrong with that, but fuck. He’d thought that this was some sort of pose shoot, something to get some super-fan some bit of ‘proof’ that his idols existed or something. To see that it was just…sex…and foot sex, at that… Another picture. Another. Another. He finally reached the last image with a final click, and he realized that there were no more. The last image consisted of the four turtles with their legs outstretched and the new rat between them, their feet soaked to the point of being more white than green or pink, and each of them spreading their toes to show the cum that ran between the digits. It was disgusting. He should have been utterly repelled by the image, and some part of him, admittedly, was. The very idea that this was what his roommate had been doing to pay the bills felt skeezy as hell. And yet, at the same time, he couldn’t deny how hard he was. Jake bit his lips as he slowly pulled his hand back from his cock bulge, taking one deep breath after another to try and focus through it. He’d just seen the way that his roommate made money, and that meant… [i]That means that…if I go through with this…he’s going to try and make me…[/i] The idea of selling foot-pics to get through college wasn’t something that he’d had on his bingo card, so to speak. He’d imagined that he’d get through college the way that all the other members of his family had done: on a grant or a bit of aid. No sex, no cheating, just hard work the way that they’d all done it. But… But that wasn’t really an option anymore, was it? He hated to admit it, but he knew that there was no way in hell that he was getting through this next year without doing something drastic, and at least selling foot-pics would be more legal than some of the other options that he had been considering. Robbing a bank would get him thrown in prison. Selling foot-pics would just get him embarrassed. Very, very, very embarrassed, to be fair, but just embarrassed. And he could do it from the dorm, even better. All he needed was a camera and someone that knew how to use it. And Al? Al clearly knew how to use his, based on all the work that he’d done with the turtles. [i]But I’m not going to be some little pose-bitch. I’m going to be in charge. He’s going to do it because…because he wants to. Not because I beg him.[/i] Jake still had some pride. He might be selling pics of himself like that, might even go through using his feet for someone else’s pleasure, but he was going to be the one in charge. Al would show him how to do it properly, but he wasn’t going to do anything that he didn’t want to do. He wouldn’t be some doll to pose for the photographer the way that the turtles and the rat had done. And just like that, he realized that he’d already made the decision to do this. He almost couldn’t believe that he was really going to go that far, but… Well, what else could he do? [i]Alright then…guess it’s time to Dragon Up.[/i] Jake stepped back from his computer, kicking some of the debris out of the way that had already littered the floor. He stretched his arms over his head, popping his shoulders and neck, before bringing them back down to his sides. “Dragon up!” The familiar fires licked along his sides, consuming clothes and flesh at an equal rate. The green fire turned his skin a deep red, then split it, segmenting it into scales that were as good as shimmering plates of armor. Red became a soft yellow along his stomach and chest, and his inner thighs as well. As the fires surged along his back, it went down his spine and to either side. Wings and tail pushed outward, growing quickly, darting out of him and giving him the means to balance his growing, heavier, muscular bulk, and he growled at the familiar, comforting feeling of those three extra limbs. He’d never felt particularly right with just his arms and legs; dragons needed those extra pieces to feel complete. He swayed his tail from side to side, feeling his wings pushing out from the sides of his spine and forcing them to stay furled to not knock anything over. His head pushed upward, growing out on a thick neck, his horns pushing out of the top of his head and pushing back. He grunted as his jaws and nose pushed forward, grinding out of the front of his face and forming a familiar snout, and his tongue stretched with them to fill up the inside of his mouth. His new fangs barely missed biting down on his tongue as he clenched them to keep back a soft grunt of satisfaction, and Jake hissed at the near miss. He went from just under five-foot-eight to just under seven feet with this transformation, and as everything else bulked up – from his muscles to his dick, from his height to his width – he felt his feet grow, too. They were just a bit small for the large shoes that he tended to buy, habit from when he was growing all the time, but now? Now, they were big enough that there was no way that he could have bought shoes anywhere in the city. And more than that, they were…slimy. That was one reason that he didn’t go to dragon form, even in the dorm, all that often. As soon as he started shifting his weight from foot to foot, he felt the familiar slippery slime that always poured out of his scales. It was different to the sweat that came out of his pits or anywhere else on his body. His feet just put out a semi-transparent, slightly green slime that just…stuck to everything, and squished and squelched where he walked. It ended up leaving footprints everywhere, something that he had learned the hard way back when he was still pulling vigilante work, and that had come back to haunt him more than once. But even in a more domestic situation, it was a pain. Left a mess everywhere, and when he had little enough time for studies and fun, having to clean up after something that his body did on its own was just too much. So, he usually kept dragon time down. But for this… [i]Okay, take it carefully,[/i] he thought as the transformation finished. [i]Show off a little. Let Al see that you’re willing. Tease him a little. Make it look good.[/i] Yeah. Yeah. He could do this. Jake left his room, walking back to the living room with the camera in hand. He put it back down on the coffee table and took a seat on the armchair sitting just around the corner from the couch. He crossed one leg over the other, his slimy sole pointing toward his roommate, and flicked his tail around, tapping it against something just loud enough to make sure that Al couldn’t sleep through it. Eventually, his roommate groaned, opening one bleary eye and looking his way. That eye took in the dragon shape, then looked down at his foot, and then looked back up. “What’s the occasion?” Al grunted, rolling onto his side before sitting up. “Haven’t seen that since New Year.” “Oh, I just spent a little time looking through your camera, and I saw the sort of stuff that you’re interested in.” “Huh. Don’t recall telling you that you could go snooping.” “We’re roommates. And you already know my secret.” “Fair ‘nuff.” No biting so far; he would have to take it further. Jake faked a long, languishing stretch, extending one leg until he’d managed to push one foot right into Al’s crotch. He felt a hint of a bulge down there, but nothing like what he had been hoping for. No huge, throbbing thing, just a little bit of a twitch. [i]Damn.[/i] “Your feet are real fucking slimy, man,” Al said. “Don’t you think that they’d get some money?” “Oh, fuck, here we go.” “What?” “Look. I ain’t going to deal with you pulling this sort of coy shit,” Al said, shoving Jake’s foot right back from the couch. “You want me to help you out, then you say it directly.” “But…but you’re into –” “What I’m into or not is none of your business. But you don’t want to have fun, you want help.” “No way, man, I’m just giving you a chance –” “Chance? Heh. If I wanted to get dragon foot pics for sale, I have six people that I could tap for that. You’re not the only dragon around that gets a little desperate. Try again.” “…” Al was about to get up, and Jake realized that he was going about this the wrong way. If he lost this, there was no way in hell that he was going to get out of the hole that he’d started digging for himself. He sat up straight, pulling his feet back under him. “Wait, wait, man. Wait. Wait a second.” “…I’m waiting.” “Look…okay, cards on the table. I need some help. They fucked me over at the financial aid office, man. They didn’t tell me that I need to apply every year. I thought that I’d be good after last year going well, but –” “Well, that’s a bit stupid.” “Look, I get it. I fucked up. But I can make it back if…if you help me,” Jake said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, you took all those pics of the turtles and that rat, and you told me that you made bank off that.” “I did.” “Then, maybe you know someone that’d pay you a bunch for some good dragon shots. Just as long as they stay…” “Private?” Al asked, one eyebrow raised. “Okay, okay, fine. I won’t look at the camera again. I made a mistake, but…look, I was desperate. And I still am. Can you help me or not?” “Can, sure. Will…that depends on you,” Al said, leaning back on the couch and folding his hands over his lap. “I have a few conditions, and if you can fulfill those, then we can talk about me helping you. If you can’t, then go ahead and try and do it on your own. I ain’t helping.” “…What are the conditions?” “One. I get complete creative control. I tell you what to do, you fucking do it. I know what I’m doing, and I know what sells, and you don’t. That’s why you’re coming to me. If you can’t let me be your director, then I’m walking.” “Deal.” “Two. You don’t ask questions about where the pictures go. That’s my business, and that’s how I keep making money. I promise you’ll keep your privacy, and you don’t ask questions. Understand?” “Yeah, I get that. Deal on that, too.” “Three. I get 10% of the sale.” “…” “Cost of doing business with a professional,” Al said, crossing his arms. “Deal or no deal?” Jake gritted his teeth. He didn’t even know what the total would be, but at the same time, ten percent could be the point that would make or break whether that was worth it. If he needed four thousand to get the tuition paid off, then he needed to be paid at least $4,500 to cover what Al would take as the cost of doing business. At the same time, it could be a lot worse. He could only imagine the sort of costs that a professional photographer would demand, and worse, the sort of exposure that would lead to. At least with Al, he was keeping the secret ‘in the family,’ so to speak. “Fine. Deal.” “Good. Get up.” Jake did as he was told, feeling the light squelch between his toes as he did. Al looked him up and down, and for the first time in a very long time, Jake felt very conscious of his nudity as a dragon. He normally barely noticed it, but the way that he was being stared at now, with such a measured gaze, made him aware of the sheer size between his legs, his scales, everything that was non-human about him. He felt like…like… He wouldn’t even call it a freak. He felt exotic, and it made him feel…surprisingly hot. “Walk to my room. I’m going to follow and see how it looks. And Jake?” “Yeah?” “Step down a little harder. I want to see how that slime works.” “You, uh, you noticed that?” “It’s hard to miss.” Jake nodded, his cheeks burning slightly red under the scales as he walked around the couch and took his time to walk down to Al’s room. Each time he took a step, he leaned forward a little harder than usual, following his roommate’s suggestion about his walking. The feeling of the slime against the bottom of his feet getting splatted out along the underside of his sole and between his toes wasn’t…bad. If anything, it was like walking through smoother-than-usual mud, feeling that sort of squelching feeling down there. And it was hot enough to keep his cock rather interested, too, leaving it throbbing. “Hmmm, interesting.” Al’s comment left it at that. Jake opened his roommate’s door, stepping inside to find that part of the bedroom had been converted to a small studio. The bed had various screens around it, folded up and rolled up to take up less space, and the ceiling had been altered with various hanging lights for different illumination. He stared at the whole thing – “Get on the bed. We’ll start with a bit of foot licking.” “…Okay, why –” “Director, remember?” “Yeah, yeah,” Jake muttered, walking over to the bed and taking a seat. As Al got his camera set up on a tripod and worked on adjusting the lighting beaming down on the bed, Jake looked down at his own foot. It was a weird, weird, [i]weird[/i] feeling to think of doing this, but if Al said that it’d be hot, then he would have to go through with it. He took a deep breath, staring at the contours of his sole, and in the process, breathed in the smell of slime and his own foot. Not bad. Not too strong. Just a little salty-smelling, a little bitter. A little bit of vinegar in there, too, but that was faint compared to the rest of it. He poked his foot, feeling the slime displace beneath his touch – “Alright. We’re all set up,” Al said, breaking him from his trance. “Start licking whenever you’re ready.” “Just, lick it up?” Jake asked, holding his leg by the ankle. “Yep. Long as you can keep going. If you need to take a break and stretch it out before continuing, fine, but we’re not moving on until you lick up all the slime.” “Great…” He could only imagine how this was going to look when the whole thing was done and over with. There had been a few pics of the turtles licking their own feet, but that had been mostly focused on cleaning up the cum-slime at the end of the shoot. He could only imagine what he would be seeing on the camera roll later. That was, if Al allowed him to see it. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to his upraised foot. The slime was still there, sitting in the little wrinkles in the scales, and he bit back the slight embarrassment still building in the back of his head before sticking out his tongue. [i]Just do it.[/i] The first lick brough the taste to his mouth. Not bad, but not great either. A little bit musky, though, and that…that was okay. He blushed worse as he started to drag his forked tongue from his heel towards his toes, and each lick felt a little bit different. It was like…a little like something tickling him, but at the same time being surprisingly sensual. Lick, lick, lick, dragging his tongue toward the toes, and then back down again, pulling it toward the arch and the softer scales there – “Mmmph…” “Getting hard, good, good, keep that going.” He bit back a response as he kept licking, feeling his cock rising between his legs as he gave his foot plenty of attention. He’d never thought that he’d start getting hard from licking his own feet or – as he started to do – sucking on his toes, but there was something about it that was…oddly satisfying. And more than that, the feeling of having that camera on him. The soft click that he heard every so often sent a little shiver of satisfaction down his spine, keeping his cock bouncing up and showing itself off between his legs. Gradually, the slime started to disappear, leaving him with more and more scales to lick and less and less in the way of the slightly musky slime. The squishy feeling left his tongue, replaced by the warmer, slightly firmer feeling of the scales. He pressed his foot against his face, breathing the smell between his toes, and – “Okay, that’s a good start.” “Fuck…” Jake bit his lips as he leaned back, shaking his head as he stretched his legs out. The muscles in his thighs were a little cramped, but not too bad. The main feeling was the intense throbbing, pulsing need between his legs, something that he’d never imagined would come from something like this. “We’re going to have you get off with your feet. You look flexible enough to do that,” Al said. “What, like…giving myself a footjob?” “Yeah, pretty much.” “The hell – you didn’t have them doing that.” “They couldn’t reach their own cocks with their feet. I think you can.” “…Fuck.” Jake laid himself down and bent his legs. He blamed all the training that he’d done as the American Dragon for being able to do something like this, but it was still…oddly hot to push both his feet together on either side of his cock. “Great. Now, hands over your head, and just…stroke, or hump, or however you want to get off,” Al said, leaning behind the camera. “And show off everything that you can. I want to see that slime building up on your feet.” “Yeah, yeah, sure,” Jake muttered. God, this was more embarrassing than he had figured that it would be, but half of that embarrassment was the fact that it was as pleasurable as it was, too. That was the thing that he genuinely hadn’t planned for; he was getting off on this in a way that he hadn’t believed possible. His cock was already oozing as he started stroking his feet down the sides, sandwiching the shaft between them and grinding it from side to side. Pulse, stroke. Pulse, stroke. Pulse, stroke. The constant push and pull along the sides of his cock – and the discovery of his own foot fetish – was pushing him towards orgasm faster than he thought. The constant clicking of the camera didn’t help, either, particularly as he kept accidentally thrusting between his toes and knew that he was leaving some of that cock-slime behind on them. He huffed, his eyes closing tightly, his breath coming faster and faster as his cheeks burned. [i]Someone’s going to see me like this,[/i] he thought. [i]Someone’s going to see me and know that there’s a dragon that’s nothing more than a foot freak out there. Someone’s going to be getting off to this, and then they’re going to be thinking of me and my slimy feet, and they’re going to be wanting to see more, and I’ll be right back here doing this again and –[/i] He huffed, biting his lips as the fantasy got stronger and stronger at the idea of someone actually going further than that. He humped his hips up to meet his feet stroking down, thrusting against his soles and all but fucking them. Jake huffed and panted, his mouth hanging open, his eyes going wider as he felt the need to cum sneaking up on him. Closer, closer, closer, his legs aching as he pumped his cock with his feet until – Just as it snuck up on him, he dropped one foot and pressed it against the side of his shaft, grinding the head into the toes of his other foot. He moaned, curling them tight around the tip, drumming against it as he came. The thick splatter shot against his toes, squelching between them before slowly running down the length of his foot, the stream of white against the orange sole incredibly striking. Click. Click. Click. The camera never stopped, and he groaned as he looked up at Al again. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised that the human had his cock out and was stroking it slowly. He groaned, slowly pulling his foot away from his shaft. “Stroke ‘em together,” Al said. “Get that cum-slime spread all over those soles; it’s gonna make for a great money shot.” “Heh…surprised you’re not…wanting to add your own,” he said. “Oh, that comes later. I’m going to leave you smeared all over, but for now, let’s get those nice and bubbly with your cum. Think that you can go again?” “…Maybe.” “Okay. For now, just spread it around your feet, and I’ll see if I still have some of those ‘production supplements’ around.” Jake nodded, slowly bringing his feet together. Despite the fact that this wasn’t as one-and-done as he would have liked…he had to admit that he’d enjoyed that. Maybe he’d enjoy doing even more. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Jake Long finds out that the college financial aid that he was reliant on didn’t really pay out this year, and has to find another source of income. Tags: M/M, M/Solo, Exhibitionism, Photography, Foot Fetish, Slime, American Dragon, Aged Up, College, Masturbation, Autofootjob, Footjob, Cum, Orgasm, Fetish for Pay,