Donamer: Dreams of the Sole
by tannim
August 26, 2013

	There were faces.  Of course there were faces.  There were arms and bodies, too.  They weren't just bodiless feet marching past.  Donamer couldn't make them out, but they were definitely there.  He wasn't really trying to make them out, though.  Sinking slowly in the dirt as they walked over him one after another let him focus purely on those lovely feet and their green skinned soles smooshing against his muzzle and forehead.

	Donamer tried to move his arms to rub at one, but they wouldn't move.  The feet grew larger over him, covering his entire face in a step, then covering his whole body length with a step.  He pushed both arms and legs up to brace the next giant foot coming down on him, not worrying about suddenly being on his back on the ground instead of mostly buried.  Dreams didn't have to make sense.

	The foot came down and he groaned in delight at sinking into it's immense softness.  His arms hugged around one of the toes with his face stuffed between them.  He could feel it pressing over every bit of his body.  The sweet scent, fresh from the hottest of shoes, suffocated him as he tried to breath it all in.  If only the weight on his chest would let him breath.

	Don shoved hard and sat up, looking around at his bedroom.  It was dark enough, except for the red dragon glowing across from him.  The red form mirrored his movements as he scooted to the edge of his bed.  A pinkish glow swelled between its legs, drawing Donamer's attention to his own erection.  He hadn't realized how aroused he'd grown.

	The obviously male dragon broke from the mirrored movements to pull its own feet up and Donamer jumped at a sudden touch to his stiff shaft.  There was nothing there, but it felt like two feet were squeezing around it.  That red dragon had his feet squeezing himself, but Donny felt it as though that were his shaft squeezed between them.

	There was a vagueness to it that left him wanting more, but those lovely feet looked so good he couldn't make himself interrupt.  Another pair, with a hazy body beyond them, sat next to the first dragon.  They weren't reptilian, they didn't have to be.  They looked so soft and inviting.

	More appeared all around, brightening the room until Donamer picked up the video box in front of him showing a pair of red dragons, brothers, thrusting into each other's feet.  Other boxes showed other scenes from a rabbit standing on a dog's stiff cock to a raccoon squishing its face into two pairs at once.  They all looked so sexy.  Maybe if he just rented a couple.

	There were those around him in the video store.  Not one looked at him.  They didn't move and he couldn't tell if they were male or female.  A chubby bear came into focus for a moment, asking if he'd seen her shoes.  Donamer wasn't sure how he knew to tell her they were on the counter, and he didn't pay much attention to her feet, either.  She was distracting him from the sexy videos.

	They weren't there when he looked back.  He dug around in the shelves, feeling his erection diminish steadily, then looked around for more.  The feet on the stage to his left, and the legs attached to him were much more interesting.  Everybody was dancing and showing off just for him.

	Their soles moved closer to the edge of the stage, Don leaned forward to nuzzle into the ones he could reach.  The chair under him softened just as he buried his nose into a soft fragrant arch.  Two legs and two feet lifted up from behind him to squeeze against his cheeks.  He heard a friend telling him to relax and enjoy.  That was very much what he wanted to do, though he couldn't possible relax.

	His cock swelled full once more so he could rest it on the edge of the stage.  A dancer stepped on it.  Another did a moment later, with more of a pirouette that really ground his tip into the hard floor.  It was muted like last time, but the shapely legs, male as well as female, just kept coming and made up for it.  He took a deep breath of those soles still squishing against his face and finally gave into his urge to see who it was.

	Donamer couldn't really make out the form, but he knew who it was anyway.  It made him nuzzle into those lovely damp feet in time to those stomping his cock in the front.  The pleasure stopped as fast as it started the moment he tried to thrust into one of the grinding steps.  When he looked forward again everybody was walking off the stage to a thunderous applause.

	Following did no good.  The room they went into just lead into his kitchen.  Four other dragons sat at the table talking and waiting.  Donamer served them their dishes then frowned when he was told his tip was under the table.

	They laughed when he tried to look, but the table seemed so far away.  They were still in the same place, but were too small make anything out under there.  When he opened his mouth to ask, a red dragon stomped and Don's jaw dropped open.  They were on his cocktip!

	All of their feet rested on it.  All of them bare.  All of them moving their feet back and forth.

	Donamer wasn't sure if he was big or if they were small, but the whole table sat on his erection while the four dragons kneaded him with their eight soles, so it didn't matter which.  It was perfect.

	Toes curled in around the rim of his tip on one side and curled up on the other to let the balls of their feet slide freely on the other.  Even more whole feet pressed against it and the rest of his shaft.  One dragon's arch fit over his entire slit, letting the foot rock back and forth just pumping the heel into that small hole.  There was no way to know which one was doing it.  They all looked so vague down there with his attention on the action below.

	More than four pairs were at work down there, but he didn't mind that there were still only the four dragons.  All the little feet were working together like two big ones wrapped together with his cock between them.  The little table vanished after a while without anybody noticing.  There were just a dozen small forms holding each other as they stomped on his needy glans.  With moisture beading out of the slit, they had to hold on TIGHT.

	Donamer felt pleasure building again.  All those little feet slipping and sliding over his flesh pushed him just right.  Every one soft and smooth, he could even catch a hint of their sweet scent.  They were growing bigger down there, too.  Making his shaft bend under their weight and his hard tip sink deeper into those sweet pliable soles.

	It was better than the... than that... that other thing.  He couldn't remember what had happened before anymore.  Something interesting, probably.  There had certainly been feet, but not as good as those jumping on his dick.

	Donamer smiled blissfully down at them as somebody down off his cock in front of him.  Clear drops of pre had leaked out and each of the small dragons swam through it after diving off.  He had a good view of their legs wiggling and feet kicking as one after another used him like a diving board until there was only one left.

	He grabbed desperately to keep the fellow's feet on him and ended up holding the feet of the sleeping dragon in front of him.  At least, he thought it was a dragon.  There wasn't really any particular detail that stood out about it saying what it belonged to.  All he knew, was that it was a pair of feet.

	Dozen's of other pairs just like them stuck out of beds all along that side of the room.  Don didn't dare look around to see if there were any more.  He could feel it, the urge to wake for some reason.  The dream was unstable, but things were so wonderful.  He sniffed at another pair of oh so soft soles hanging right over the bed in front of him, nothing was going to wake him until he was done!

	Both legs pushed back into his face when he nuzzled into those welcoming feet.  All ten toes clutched at his muzzle and Donamer kissed the flesh under them.  They squeezed again, he kissed again.  He lifted his lips up to nibble on them, only to find them doing what they'd done before.

	The pair he'd caught first were gone, but he could still see his dick dripping with a needy pressure.  A quick look at the other sleepers saw one on his belly and legs invitingly placed.  Perfect to finish off that orgasm he'd worked so hard for on.  If only he could figure out how to work his own legs.

	Don watched the sleeper squirming and working those inverted feet in invitation, but he couldn't do anything but stand where he was.  His legs felt dead.  He could lift one, but the other wouldn't move.  That needy pressure was growing uncomfortable, too.

	Both legs suddenly worked when the scene drifted off to the yard.  He wasn't sure how he'd gotten there, but was glad to finally be able to walk again.  The birds were a bit annoying, though.

	Two dragons waved at him, both of them holding hoses to water a row of bushes.  They'd left very handsome footprints in the mud for him to admire behind them.  It was too bad that he couldn't really make them out with that pressure distracting him.  Donamer glared at the birds as he hurried toward the, their constant chirping was getting annoying.    Pressure was growing in his head, too.  He realized his eyes were tightly shut just trying to keep the dream in focus.

	The two dragons weren't any closer to him than when he'd started, either.  They were just spraying each other and talking about nothing.  Most of the details were gone, but the birds weren't.  The pressure wasn't either.

	Donamer stared at the ceiling.  He had to pee, badly.  Sitting up he groaned.  The price of a great dream.  Waiting for his erection to soften after waking up.

