Do Aussie anthros give handjobs with their hind paws?
by Anonymous (2025), no rights reserved (CC0).
A greentext written for /trash/'s /hmoba/ thread. A teasing anthro kangaroo promises you a reward if you can stomach the taste of vegemite. The title is an allusion to "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?". The smut was inspired by the fact that kangaroos are part of the "macropod" (literally, "big feet") family.
have an anthro kangaroo roommate
came all the way over from Australia
he's a cute twink and knows you've been stealing glances at him
you're not a raging homosexual, he's just really cute
he's constantly shitposting and "taking the piss"
he is pathologically incapable of taking anything seriously
except for one thing
making you question your heterosexuality
or more accurately, what's been left of it since he's been with you
you're not even sure if he's actually into men or just screwing with you
probably both
he knows exactly how to tease you
always goes far enough to make you flustered, but never goes all the way to make you satisfied
he's the master of blue-balling you
one day he brings home a jar of Vegemite
asks you if you've ever tried it, say no
he cracks the jar open and tells you to take a whiff
it looks like used motor oil
it smells like someone is waterboarding you with soy sauce
"if you can eat Vegemite on toast, I'll give you a pawjob"
he knows you're into legs. thighs and feet
he must be shitting you with this proposal
he's just gonna make you eat something disgusting for his own amusement
then he'll call you a "dumb cunt" for actually believing he'd give you a pawjob
he makes the sandwich
usually when he makes food he just throws stuff together on a plate
this time he's putting an unusual amount of time and care into this
sadly, his best efforts can't fix how repulsive that stuff looks
it's as if someone with diarrhea wiped their ass with a slice of toasted and buttered bread
your hands are trembling at the thought of holding that thing
do you need a pawjob that badly?
"you can do it, mate"
he pokes your feet with his hind paws and smirks
you do need a pawjob that badly
you're aching for release, he can't keep teasing you like this forever
you want to stain his paws with your cum, mark them as yours
receiving a pawjob is usually seen as a submissive, humiliating act
it's as if you're not worth touching with any other body part
you see it differently, there's something incredibly arousing about coating someone's feet in your semen
about having them step in your cum, maybe spread it around if they walk off
it's as if the memory of your seed will follow them with every step they take
these thoughts are intoxicating
you steel yourself
you look at him, not at the food, you don't breathe while the slice is right under your nose
you bite into it, it's actually not that bad
"wait, you're actually enjoying it?"
you nod, and he smirks
you recognize that expression of sadistic glee, you've seen it many times before
"too bad, I lied about the pawjob being a reward. It was actually going to be a consolation prize, in case you didn't like it"
of course, he was just messing with you again
it was too good to be true
you can't ever win with him
"hey, don't make that face. Next time I'll let you taste another Aussie delicacy, 'roo meat"
yeah, as if...
as if he'd let you suck his dick, maybe while he squishes your head between his thighs...
"I'm sure you will," you say in a defeated tone
"couldn't hear ya, mate. Can you say that again?"
"what you mean by 'roo meat is your dick, right? What else could it possibly be?"
he's grinning, he's enjoying this so much, the little shit
"you're always fucking around, fucking with me, teasing the living shit out of me"
he pauses for a moment before speaking again
he always makes a little dramatic pause before pushing your buttons
"you feeling better after getting that off your chest?"
"no I fucking don't---"
"you've been saying 'fuck' a lot, mate, is there something you want to tell me?"
he's still grinning, you could strangle him right now
the only thing you can do is concede defeat, there's no winning with him
"I give up," you say in a low voice
"so soon?"
he pushes one of his legs between yours, his massive, muscular thighs brushing against yours
then he pushes you against the furniture in the kitchen with his body
"what are you doing?"
"I thought you said you gave up. To the victor belongs the spoils, and all that"
he lifts his leg pressing it against your crotch
you know this is probably just another set-up, but you can't suppress your erection
"are you really sure you want to give up? It seems like you've got one last man standing"
before you can say anything, he rubs his leg back and forth, and you let out a moan
"I mean, I could go on, but if you really don't want me to..."
you instinctively grasp him, pulling him in, rubbing your crotch along his thigh
it's almost pathetic, how you're desperately clinging to him and dry-humping him
he pulls back, and your heart skips a beat
you were right, he was just rubbing salt in your wounds
"come on, let's get you somewhere more comfortable"
you can't believe it, is this actually happening?
you decide go along with this, before he changes his mind
you sit on opposite sides of the couch
your legs are spread, you've taken your pants off, but are still wearing your underwear
he's rubbing one of his hind paws along your throbbing member, calling you a good boy
why is it so arousing?
he's pressing the other paw on the area between your crotch and your ass, looking for your prostate
he knows he's found the right spot when you let out a moan, you buck your hips, and your back arches
"so cute", he giggles
your erection is straining against your underwear, so you reach down to pull your cock out
he assists you by grabbing the waistband on your underwear and pulling it down with his toes
your cock springs upwards, as if he's gasping for air
he immediately presses his paw pads against your cock, pushing it back, testing its stiffness
his other paw glides upwards, giving your balls a gentle squeeze
your cock throbs in response, and leaks out some precum
you've almost never produced precum, at least not this early on
but you've never been this aroused before either
he slides one of his paws along your shaft, slick with precum
you let out delighted moans, his thick paw pads feel even better than you were expecting
"can't believe you're enjoying this, mate"
you reach down and stroke his paw, his fur is warm and velvety
he picks up the pace, pressing against your cock harder
your erection gets even stiffer and pushes back, your dick feels strangely warm
must be all the blood that's rushing down there
he gives your prostate one last rub, and then switches up the position of his hind paws
one is stroking the tip of your dick
the other is stroking the base, while also gently stepping on the balls
you can feel more precum leaking out, dribbling between its toes
"don't tell me you're actually going to cum"
he shouldn't have said that
you grasp your cock, now slathered in slimy precum
he moves his paws, and makes room for your hand
no more than a minute of stroking you're already on the edge
a few more strokes later, you're past the point of no return
your cock erupts without warning
you can feel the first spurt making its way up your shaft
the first rope is as big as your average load, just by itself
it's incredibly warm, thick, it sticks to his paws like glue
the second one feels even better than the first, it's somehow even bigger
your dick and balls almost hurt from how much they're straining themselves to pump your seed out
his paw pads are completely soaked by this point
your third rope is more modest, and while it still manages to spurt out, it's not as big as the other two
you've got a few more spurts in you, smaller and thinner than the previous ones
by the time you're finished, your balls feel completely drained
you're unable to articulate a coherent thought
you watch him in a haze, as he rubs his paws together in delight
strands of cum stain his fur all over, and extend from one foot to the other
"fuck me, mate, were you trying to get me pregnant?"
you collapse on the couch, too spent to even think of a response
the next day he says "we need to talk about what happened yesterday"
he asks you to sit down, and then he sits next to you
you get a sinking feeling in your stomach
he clears his throat
just before he starts speaking, you notice that his lips tremble for just a moment
you shiver, anticipating the worst-case scenario
your fear heightens your senses, and you notice something
his whole face is strained, it's like he's trying to keep his composure
you recognize the faintest outline of one of his usual shit-eating grins hiding underneath
"I've made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement--"
"oh, fuck off"