MidReal Story

Half Wolf， Half Human， Four Legs

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Scenario:Lucas was a knockout by any measure. Deep, rich tan, broad shoulders, muscular arms, pecs straining his T-shirt. Handsome face, jet black hair slightly disheveled, and dark brown eyes, smiling and friendly, but also guardedly shy. Despite being half-obscured by his shorts, his quads were obviously rippling with muscle, and his calves were perfectly sculpted, all covered with that flawless tan skin and a light coating of soft brown hair. But that wasn’t what was amazing about his legs. It was that there were four of them. I joined the rest of the guys in staring dumbly at our new teammate. The coach was introducing us. I don’t remember a word he said; I just remember staring at Lucas’s legs, standing there. None of us could help it; our brains wouldn’t believe what our eyes were telling us. But then Lucas moved one of his hind feet—hind feet!—just slightly, and removed all doubt. They were real! “My four feet get so stupid and clumsy when I’m drunk,” Lucas giggled. in my dream, he is drunk and beautiful and has so many beautiful feet to help him stay balanced, and they are so beautiful as they step all over themselves.

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Lucas was a knockout by any measure. Deep, rich tan, broad shoulders, muscular arms, pecs straining his T-shirt. Handsome face, jet black hair slightly disheveled, and dark brown eyes, smiling and friendly, but also guardedly shy. Despite being half-obscured by his shorts, his quads were obviously rippling with muscle, and his calves were perfectly sculpted, all covered with that flawless tan skin and a light coating of soft brown hair. But that wasn’t what was amazing about his legs. It was that there were four of them. I joined the rest of the guys in staring dumbly at our new teammate. The coach was introducing us. I don’t remember a word he said; I just remember staring at Lucas’s legs, standing there. None of us could help it; our brains wouldn’t believe what our eyes were telling us. But then Lucas moved one of his hind feet—hind feet!—just slightly, and removed all doubt. They were real! “My four feet get so stupid and clumsy when I’m drunk,” Lucas giggled. in my dream, he is drunk and beautiful and has so many beautiful feet to help him stay balanced, and they are so beautiful as they step all over themselves.

Jaxon

He is a young man with a curious and imaginative mind. He is creative, introspective, and slightly awkward. Jaxon struggles to believe what he sees when introduced to a new teammate with four legs. He is captivated by Lucas's beauty and humor, and finds himself smitten. During a hot summer day, Jaxon daydreams about Lucas, imagining him drunk and adorable. He struggles with the conflict between his attraction and his own insecurities.

Lucas

He is a new teammate with a unique physical condition. He is charming, playful, and slightly selfconscious. Lucas has four legs instead of the typical two, which makes him a subject of curiosity and surprise among the team. Despite his shyness, he is witty and humorous, especially when intoxicated, which makes him even more endearing to Jaxon. His attractiveness and confidence in his own uniqueness captivate Jaxon, highlighting his adaptability and strength.

Lucas was a knockout by any measure.

Deep, rich tan, broad shoulders, muscular arms, pecs straining his T-shirt.

Handsome face, jet black hair slightly disheveled, and dark brown eyes smiling and friendly but also guardedly shy.

I mean, I was sure he was the kind of guy who had girls crawling all over him just to get a chance to sniff his cologne up close, but he wasn’t using that.

He was letting the guys in the locker room think they had a shot with him, but only up to a point.

And then there were his legs.

But that wasn’t what was amazing about his legs.

I joined the rest of the guys in staring dumbly at our new teammate.

The coach was introducing us, I think.

I don’t remember a word he said; I just remember staring at Lucas’s legs.

My brain wouldn’t believe what my eyes were telling me.

There were four of them!

None of us could help it; our brains wouldn’t believe what our eyes were telling us.

But then Lucas moved one of his hind feet slightly, and removed all doubt.

They were real!

"My four feet get so stupid and clumsy when I’m drunk," Lucas giggled later that night at the team party.

"I trip over them and stagger around like an idiot. Literally."

"You’re not an idiot," I said, and smiled at him.

"No?"

I watch him sprawl on the couch, his four legs tangling together as he nurses another beer.

The noise of the party fades into the background as I watch him.

He shifts, spreading his legs wider, both sets of knees splaying outward.

His front ankles cross while his hind feet tap an unsteady rhythm on the floor.

"Sometimes," he slurs, leaning closer to me, "I dream about having even more."

His eyes glaze over dreamily.

"Six would be fun. Or eight."

He stumbles trying to stand up, his multiple feet getting mixed up.

I reach out to steady him, feeling the firm muscles of his shoulders.

"Let's get you some water," I say, guiding him back down with a gentle grip.

I help him sit up on the couch, keeping my hands on his shoulders to steady him.

He leans back, his four legs sprawling out in front of him, feet tapping an uneven rhythm on the floor.

"You're staring again," he says with a lazy smile, wiggling all four feet.

My face burns hot.

"Sorry, I just... they're fascinating."

Lucas stretches his legs, both sets of knees bending.

"Want a closer look?" he asks, shifting on the couch to make room for me.

"You can touch them if you want."

My heart pounds as I sit beside him.

His tan feet, all four of them, rest trustingly in my lap.

"Do they feel different from each other?" I ask, hesitantly brushing my fingers over his skin.

"Not really," Lucas chuckles, watching me with those warm, guarded eyes.

"But sometimes, I swear they have minds of their own."