[b][u][center]Two Scouts, One Sole Part 2 For Quarian By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Knowing that they’d be leaving once the sun had completely set, Zal’Haar took the opportunity to get a short nap. Despite sleeping through the shocks that Chas’s bola had given him, and obviously sleeping through a huge chunk of the day, exhaustion still had its claws hooked deep. He dropped, and he dreamed. He dreamed of the Fleet, and he dreamed of what they would say when he found his way back to them. He dreamed of what they would say when they realized that he, Zal’Haar, had been treated as nothing more than a footstool by some Drell native that probably didn’t have half the understanding of the universe that the fleet did. He dreamed of the embarrassment of them finding out just how much had happened to him, and how much he had enjoyed it. In short, it was a very sensual dream, and a very embarrassing one. When Chas shook him to wake him up, he wasn’t at all surprised to find that he had some morning…well, at this point, evening wood from it. “It is time.” “Mmph…” “You will wear this.” Click. Zal blinked, slowly dropping his eyes to the new weight around his neck. A metal collar, just barely larger than his neck itself, wrapped around his throat with all the permanence of a well-welded beam. As he traced his fingers around it, he couldn’t find a hint of a seam, and his breath caught in his throat. Click. He looked down. Chas had just clicked a similar band around his ankle, just above his bare foot. Between the two bands was a thin wire, just visible enough to see and not be too sharp to the touch. The Drell took it in hand, giving Zal a gentle tug, and the Quarian got to his feet with shaky movements. “What is this?” “Something to keep you on-track.” “I can follow you just fine without this.” “You would get lost again, soft-foot.” “…” “And this way, you follow. And if you fall, you won’t drift into any sinkholes before I can pull you out.” “So…it’s a safety thing?” he asked, hopefully. “Safety. And a mark of status.” “…I should have guessed.” “Come.” He grunted as he was pulled forward by the leash. There was just enough slack that they would be able to keep about four feet apart, but it was still tricky to keep to that distance when he was still shaky. Zal had had enough rest that he didn’t feel like he was going to collapse as he followed the Drell to the cave mouth, but at the same time, he knew that he was going to feel their walk much more this time around. After all, lacking a suit, he had no temperature modulators, no way of hiding himself from the elements, his skin completely exposed to windstorms and sand rushing around, and – “Ah!” The Quarian bit his lips, huffing as he stutter-stepped back from the cave mouth. The sand was still quite hot. Not quite burning, but enough for it to be a real shock as he stepped on it. It was like walking over a metal floor where the engine was pulling double-duty and getting a little warning that one shouldn’t spend too much time there. “Soft-foot, indeed.” “Mmmph…” “You will adjust. Come.” “Wait –” “Come.” Chas swung his leg forward, and the strength difference between the two of them was such that Zal had no choice but to step forward after him. The sudden pull at the back of his neck was just a little too effective, and considering that he didn’t have the muscles to fight back – or the leverage – he decided to just go along with it. Little hisses and huffs became his main way of communicating as they left the cave. While the sun had gone done, he could [i]feel[/i] the heat that it had left behind. The sand burned beneath his feet, and while it was no longer so oppressive as the daylight would have made it, the air shimmered with residual heat. It took all of three minutes for his gray flesh to be soaked with sweat, and he huffed as he walked along behind his…guide? Captor? He wasn’t sure how to classify the Drell right at the moment, considering that it was hard to tell just what role he, himself, had been given. Was he a prisoner? A guest? Some idiot to be escorted to the nearest spaceport and dumped there before the Drell went back to his people? Probably something close to the last one. He could imagine – “Hss!” “Heh…” “How does this not bother – ah – you?!” Zal huffed. “It is something you become accustomed to.” “How? This is – ah!” “You will adjust.” “You said that, but – mmmph!” It felt like he was having the bad luck to find literally every pocket of hotter sand that he possibly could. Even when he tried to follow Chas’s footsteps, stepping exactly where the blue-skinned Drell did, he was somehow burning his soles. Not literally – he wouldn’t have been able to walk if that was the case – but he could feel the not-entirely-wanted caress of the hot sand between his toes, along his soles, running everywhere beneath his two-toed feet and delivering the kiss of the sun to his sensitive feet. Step after step, he endured it, and eventually, he only hissed when he found a particularly stubborn bit of warmth, like a rock that had been half-buried beneath the sand or some bit of metal from an old conflict. Those were like searing solids whenever he made contact, but thankfully, they were rare. Thankfully, he told himself, as if his cock didn’t jump every time that he found something that was that far past the norm. Zal distracted himself by staring down at the Drell’s feet. It wasn’t just for the sake of finding the best places to walk – though he was sure to pay attention to that – but also the way that the Drell’s soles were just so…eye-catching. Even in the dim light of Rakhana’s night, with a low moon and very little in the way of illumination, he could see the way that the soles almost reflected the light there was. The lighter blue along the bottoms were eye-catching in a way that the rest of the Drell scout was not. They were broad, too, big and wide, probably better suited for walking on sand than his own were. Bigger tread meant that the Drell was able to take steps that didn’t risk sending him sinking through the sand, while Zal’s feet were just a little too pointed and broken up into different pieces. The wide gap between his two toes meant that the front of his foot was very prone to sliding under the hot particles. But there was something else, something that didn’t quite click until almost an hour into their walk. He looked up as he realized what it was. “That ointment.” “Yes?” “Is it…repelling the sand?” “You noticed?” “Your feet aren’t dirty. They’re not sandy at all, despite all the sweat.” “Indeed.” “…So is it?” “The ointment does many things.” That wasn’t the answer that he was hoping for, but at least it did give him some insight. Whatever the tribal Drell were doing on Rakhana, they had adapted to a life on a planet that wanted them dead. He doubted that there was a world outside of Tuchanka that was more hostile to their way of life, but they had found something, some small thing, that allowed them to survive in comfort. He wondered if there was enough of the ointment to bring back with him. But regardless, he would have to get to the spaceport before he could even think to ask about that. For now, he would have to keep walking…and walking…and walking… And as he did, he just contented himself with the big, blue soles ahead of him. The moon had managed about a third of its journey across the sky before Chas finally called a break to their march. Zal could not have been happier to hear that, and was thankful besides that they were well-around the mountain to the point of reaching some of its rockier outlying bits. There were rocks to sit on, rather than just the shifting sand, and he took the chance to support his back and lean back against them. “Mmmph…” “Don’t get too comfortable.” “Impossible. I’m already too comfortable.” “Get less comfortable,” Chas said. He couldn’t tell if the Drell was joking, but he took him at his world. Slowly extending his legs, he rubbed along his thighs, massaging away some of the pain there before working down to his calves. The more that he rubbed them, the more that the Drell seemed to approve of his self-care. [i]Probably because the breaks aren’t guaranteed to be good for someone like me,[/i] Zal thought. [i]He’s used to the long walks in the sand, but me…[/i] It was like people that were used to going on hikes and people that weren’t. An amateur hiker could keep up with an experienced one for a very, very long time, but only so long as they didn’t stop moving. The moment that the novice lost their forward momentum, everything would come crashing down for them, and they’d be left with nothing but pain in their legs and exhaustion in their hearts. That was probably the case here, particularly without his suit. And oh, he felt the lack of it. Not just the lack of his boots – which, thankfully, was no longer as much of a pain now that the night had cooled – but also the lack of any protection from the wind or the sand it blew. It wasn’t painful yet, as they hadn’t run into any great storms, but he could just tell that he was more vulnerable, more exposed. It certainly didn’t help that it kept him naked, his shaft hanging out and pointing forward for most of their walk. He had lost most of his shame from that, but as Chas looked down at him, seeing it still bobbing up and down, some of that embarrassment came back. “Are all Quarian as small as you?” Chas asked. “…What?” “Are you not aware?” “Okay, okay. Let’s just establish a metric here, hmm?” Zal said, sitting up a little straighter. “I have about nine inches right here. It might not be the thickest sort of nine inches, but it’s not that far off from average. And I’m doing pretty well by Quarian standards. Certainly by humans; they’re barely more than six, most of the time.” “Hmm.” “What? Are you saying –” “We have more.” “…You’re kidding.” Chas smirked ever so slightly. Before Zal could say anything, the Drell shrugged his equipment pack off his shoulders and reached for his shorts. The belt around his waist came loose, the tight things came down, and – “Oh…my…Keelah…” “We measure differently,” Chas said. [i]Clearly.[/i] Though it wasn’t hard yet, Chas had a ten-inch shaft hanging between his legs, and it was just wrinkled enough in places that he could tell that it had to be a grower, not just a shower. It would get bigger, still, though how much was a little bit unclear. The fact that it was an inch bigger than his biggest, however, was enough to keep his eyes locked on it as the Drell swayed his hips ever so slightly. [i]I didn’t think…if they’re all averaging like that…[/i] That was quite the collection of manhood, at the very least. He imagined that Fornax would need to do a lot of updating when it came to Drell in the future; there were a lot of small ones in the magazine, and he was starting to think that they were the outliers compared to what he saw in front of him now. “So, are you small?” Chas asked. “…Compared to you, yes.” “Compared to this…and these.” The Drell stood over him, one leg lifting up and one big foot coming down. Zal blushed worse as the big sole rested on his thigh, toes curling and pulling, pinching, squeezing at his muscles. He could feel just how wet the sole was, too. [i]Ointment must be hydro-philic as well as dust repulsive,[/i] he thought. [i]Holds onto the sweat until something else removes it…[/i] It certainly explained why he felt so soaked to the skin after the hours of walking. All that sweat was clinging to him in a very different way, running down his back and along his face, over his rump and between his thighs like oil anointing him. It was a very different experience to what he was used to feeling. “Are your feet smaller than mine, soft-foot?” “Mmmph…a little.” “A little?” “They’re…narrower, at least…” “And shorter.” “Just…a little…” Somehow, the size comparison of their feet was almost as embarrassing as the idea of comparing their cocks together. There was something oddly hyper-intimate about it that he had never felt with another person before, and it was making it hard to think, or feel the same sort of confidence in himself that he usually had. This was…this was very new, and very…very sexy at the same time. “How much shorter?” “I –” “Show me.” Chas was even using the foot that had the end of the leash on it. That should have made it look far less dominant than it was, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but stare, and imagine, and – [i]Imagine if he pulled my face under there right now…[/i] Zal bit his lip. That fantasy was only going to drive him further up the wall. For now…for now, he’d just do as he was told. Leaning back against the rock, he lifted one leg off the ground, and slowly extended it. It took him a moment to line up with how sore his calves and thighs were – and how tense everything felt after walking for hours – but he slowly extended his leg until his sole touched the Drell’s foot. They were so completely mismatched. His slight, soft, smooth foot was eclipsed underneath the Drell’s massive sole. He wasn’t as much shorter than the other male’s foot as he had thought – perhaps an inch shorter, perhaps a little less – but the sheer width of that foot made his look tiny in comparison. If he had been standing up and pressing his cock to Chas’s shaft, he would have felt bigger than this. For the first time while being intimate with another, he felt completely outclassed in a very strange, and very powerful, way. He felt vulnerable, exposed, and yet, at the same time, more aroused than he had been for a very, very long time. His cock twitched as their soles ground together, the Drell pushing down just hard enough to ram the point home of who was bigger, who was stronger, and who was the one in charge. Zal’s toes slipped between the other man’s smaller digits, and even they were stronger, clamping down and holding his foot in place. “Who is smaller?” Chas asked. “I am…” “And who is bigger?” “You are.” “Good.” The Drell smiled as he let go, putting his foot back on the ground. The little tug made Zal sit up again, though not for long as the other scout leaned down and picked up one of the Quarian’s feet by the ankles. “You do have…very soft soles.” “What does ‘soft-foot’ mean, anyway? You keep calling me that.” “Weaker. Underling. Soft one. Not used to the sands.” “…Well, definitely true with the last o-ooone!” He yelped as the Drell dragged a finger along the bottom of his foot, yanking it back before the vise-grip from before could trap it. Chas actually blinked, looking up at him in surprise and with a raised eyebrow, besides. “…Fast reactions.” “[i]Very[/i] sensitive feet.” “…Is that so?” “I – well, they are – oh, keelah…” The smirk on the blue man’s face was not encouraging in the slightest, and he knew that he was going to regret revealing that particular weakness in short order. The Quarian tried to get to his feet, only for Chas to push him right back against the rock, pinning him there with nothing more than a firm stare. He felt like a bug pinned in place by a scientist, unable to shift even a finger as the other man looked down at him. “You have been throbbing all night.” “…” “It seems you take pleasure in things happening to your feet.” “I…perhaps. Yes.” He rubbed the back of his head. “It’s not exactly like I can deny that at this point.” “No. You can’t.” “But…but that’s what happens with your clan, right?” “My clan has many rituals regarding the sole. There are many ways that the feet determine standing in the clan. Large soles gain respect; dexterous soles may do the same. But tender soles?” He shivered as Chas reached down and grabbed him by one ankle again, lifting his foot off of the rock and exposing the underside. Once more, that finger trailed along the bottom, though it was gentler this time, he was glad to say. No sudden tickles this time, no little jabs that led to giggles. Instead, it was almost like the Drell was giving him a reprieve. Not much of one, but still a semblance of one. “Tender soles are seen as weaklings that must be protected. Too small, too sensitive to do anything for themselves, but…perhaps of use in a different way.” “Mmmph…and my soles are –” “You’re a soft-foot. But perhaps…you are also a tender-sole.” “How do you – mmmph!” He bit his lips as the Drell’s finger-claws stroked a little more roughly. It was more than just the touch of the sand from earlier; this was more like having someone actually playing with them, and there was such intensity in the other scout’s eyes that he felt so… He didn’t even have a word for it. Wanted? Obsessed over? At the very least, it was something focused on his feet as much as him, and for someone that had a foot kink, it was like having sex all over again for the first time. He was completely out of his depth despite his previous partners, and he could barely catch his breath as Chas continued to fondle, touch, and stroke the bottom of his foot. No matter how much he braced himself, however, there was no preparing for the first tickle. As the claws darted across the bottom of his foot, Zal screamed, arching his back against the rock. That tight vise of a grip kept him from pulling his foot free, and all he could do was spasm as the claws danced up from his heel to the arch of his foot. “HAHAHA! No, no, please, no – HAAA!” The Drell only smiled at him, holding him tight as his fingers kept flicking, spreading, jabbing into the most sensitive spots like dancing spider legs. The Quarian couldn’t catch his breath; each time that he came anywhere close to getting his air back, Chas moved to another spot along his sole, tickling it, and he lost it again. His toes curled, his foot spasmed, and he could feel every little attempt to defend his feet failing. There was nothing that he could do – “HAHAHA! OH PLE-HEHEHEASE!” His cries fell on uncaring ears. If anything, the pantsless-Drell only smiled wider, pushing closer, closer, leaning over him as if some obsession had taken hold as his fingers danced along the Quarian’s sole. His toes kept spasming, curling, trying to protect his foot, but there was no keeping those powerful fingers at bay. As he screamed with laughter, his cock twitched, throbbing against his belly at the continued assault on his foot. He kept shivering, biting his lips, closing his eyes and trying to get away. But there was no escape. The binding hand around his ankle kept him from pulling it free, and the tickling just didn’t stop. The fingers danced up and down along his sole, forcing the laughter from him, and the tickling, tingling feeling through his sole – so much more sensitive against this than it had been before – was overwhelming. He laughed. He screamed. He cried. And then… “NNNGH!” Just as the Drell tried to tickle between his toes, Zal went over the edge. It was a minor orgasm, barely enough to be called that, but he still stiffened as he bucked his hips. His cock squirted, untouched, a thin stream of cum hitting his stomach and running down along his abs in the process. And it was enough to stop the tickling. Zal gasped, shivering, shaking, his entire body trembling as he stared straight at the night sky. His embarrassment knew no limits as he felt his own heated pleasure running along his stomach, sliding down his sides and onto the rock. He’d just…he’d just gone over the edge from someone else’s attention to his feet, and… “Tender foot, indeed,” Chas muttered. “Mmmph…” “Are all Quarians so –” “No,” Zal muttered, post-nut clarity descending in a rush. “Just…me, as far as I know. I don’t know any others that have…quite so strong an interest.” “Heh. So, you’re special.” “If you want to see it that way –” “I do.” The Drell still hadn’t let go of his foot. He bit his lips as the other man brought it to his face, looking at the underside. A gentler finger traced a line all the way from the split between his toes to his heel, almost as if giving it a thorough examination. [i]Could you go down already?[/i] he thought at his cock. It refused, of course; for the first time in far too long a time, he had the company of someone that seemed almost infatuated with his feet. Certainly, the Drell was fascinated in a way that nobody else ever seemed to be, and he was like a virgin with their first lay: shaky and trembly and all kinds of needy. He half-expected to get his sole licked, but the Drell didn’t go that far. Instead, he slowly brought the Quarians foot down, down, down – [i]Oh, keelah…[/i] To a cock that had to be fourteen inches long. Fourteen throbbing, eager inches that had obviously come up sometime during the tickling. It bounced and bobbed with eager life, and Zal couldn’t take his eyes off it as he realized just what kind of size he was dealing with. [i]I’m suddenly very glad that he’s more interested in my feet than in anything else,[/i] he thought. [i]I don’t think that would fit…[/i] Even so, it was something new, something different to have his foot pressed so firmly against someone else’s cock. He had given footjobs before, but this was the first time that someone had just grabbed him and forced his sole down, pinning the other male’s cock to his belly and sliding that potent a cock between his toes. He curled them together, pinching them against the shaft – “That’s it, soft-foot.” “Mmmph…” “Put that tender sole to work.” Chas was actually doing most of the work; all he had to do was lie there, his foot against the other man’s cock, letting him thrust between his toes like he was nothing but a sex toy. The way that the Drell kept squeezing his foot, though, and the way that he humped against it like it was better than the partners he had back home? That was more than enough to keep Zal hard and eager, his shaft bobbing between his legs. “Mmm, haven’t had a soft-foot like you in a while…” “Mmmph…you use a lot…back home?” “I’m their best scout. I have my pick of the clan’s tender soles.” “And…are they good?” “They’re not bad. Some of ‘em – mmmph – better than the others, but never had something [i]this[/i] soft and smooth…” It was probably something to do with being in the boots all the time. The enviro-suit kept everything self-contained, which meant that none of the abuse that the Drell suffered would have made it through to his feet. The fact that he kept taking himself to salons and spas to get them seen to would have made them better still, and – “Don’t just lie there. Use the other one.” Biting back a yelp, he lifted his other foot from the ground. There was too much motion up above to put it to work on that thick cock, so he went further down, grinding his toes against the Drell’s balls. He nudged them, tickled them with the double-digits, and that seemed to be enough. Chas’s thrusts sped up, thrusting between his toes faster, harder, starting to grunt as he got into it. [i]Mmmph…I’ve never had…someone that had this much of a foot fetish down there before…[/i] It was one thing to have sex while feet were involved. It was another thing entirely to have someone this foot-oriented down there, focused on his feet, absorbed with them, completely obsessed with them. The idea that his feet were so different, smooth, and soft to the point where they might have value for some far-off clan was…enticing, to say the least. What would other native Drell think of his feet if they saw them? What sort of treatment would he get from them? Would they ever let him go if they got their hands on him? That was a question that he’d never considered, but as he kept up the teasing, pinching, slightly stroking movements along Chas’s cock and balls, he almost wondered if he’d want them to. This was an untapped society, and one that matched his interests so well that he almost wondered if he was dreaming. That throbbing, pulsing cock between his toes said otherwise. He just stared at it, watching as the blue shaft thrust out and between them, pointing up at him, only to slide back…and then forward again…then back again. The constant throbbing between his toes was oddly intense, and he just…enjoyed it, panting and barely resisting the urge to stroke himself as he let his feet be used. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He wasn’t sure how long it went on, but eventually, Chas just…stopped. He grunted, huffing, and a new heat spread across the tops of Zal’s feet. He huffed as he realized that the other man was cumming, cumming hard, and without thinking – as soon as he realized that the grip around his ankle was gone – he pulled both of his feet up, presenting them to the spraying shaft. And just having them covered and coated with that…it was surprisingly sensual. He shivered, keeping his head down, just letting his soles be marked. It was…warm, but not in the way that the sand was. So warm, slimy, squishy… And then, Chas reached down and started rubbing it in, grinding his cock through it until the mess had been spread all across the Quarian’s soles. “That should last for a while,” Chas muttered. “That was…intense.” “It is the nature of a tender sole to submit.” “…We might have a talk about that later.” “We might. And you will still lose.” The confidence, hell, the arrogance should have been a turn-off, but…it really wasn’t. If anything, it kept him at least mildly throbbing as he was finally able to put his feet back down on the ground. The sand had completely cooled, or at least, was cool compared to the heat that soaked his feet now. “We can keep walking, I think; this has been a long enough break.” “How long until we get where we’re going?” “A week.” “…That’s a long walk.” “Then we should continue.” There was no argument allowed in the other man’s voice. Shaking his head, Zal fell into step behind Chas, and they began their walk across the sands once more. At least this time there was more rock around, allowing for more stable footing as they made their way around the great mountain. As they traveled, though, he kept imagining what else he would learn about Chas’s people, and just what kind of life they must lead. They were so utterly fetish-y that he could not imagine that they were real, but considering he had a guide…well, maybe they did. Maybe, one day, he would come back to this planet and meet them. He had little doubt that Chas could get him to the spaceport – and he imagined that was where they were going – but the more he thought about it… Well, maybe he could get the Fleet to sign-off on him coming back and seeing their clan. Maybe. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Zal’Haar and Chas Droek continue their journey across Rakhana, though with more kinky stuff this time. Tags: M/M, Quarian, Drell, Desert, Exhibitionism, Kinda, Nudity, Naked Walk, Foot Fetish, Tickling, Foot Humping, Orgasm, Cum, Leash and Collar, Miniseries,