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.
I would love to have dozens of my beautiful feet for you to enjoy. In my dream, he wraps me in dozens of them.
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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.
I would love to have dozens of my beautiful feet for you to enjoy. In my dream, he wraps me in dozens of them.
Ethan
He is a college athlete on a basketball team. He is observative, shocked, and curious. Ethan is stunned to discover a new teammate with four legs instead of two. He struggles to believe what he sees and is overwhelmed by the situation. His mind is filled with questions, such as how this could be possible and what it means. Despite his initial shock and confusion, Ethan is drawn to his new teammate, Lucas, finding him attractive and intriguing.
Bryce
He is Ethan's best friend on the team. He is loyal, playful, and skeptical. Bryce initially teases Ethan about being starstruck by Lucas but becomes concerned when Ethan reveals his fascination with Lucas's appearance. As Ethan's friend, Bryce provides support by questioning Lucas's condition and helping Ethan process his emotions. He remains by Ethan's side as they navigate the unexpected presence of a quadruple amputee on their team, offering companionship and perspective amidst the chaos.
Coach
He is the coach of the basketball team. He is authoritative, composed, and welcoming. The coach introduces Lucas to the team and explains that he will be playing basketball despite his unique condition. He provides guidance on how to support Lucas's needs while maintaining discipline on the team. His calm demeanor helps to ease tension among the players, allowing them to accept Lucas's presence without conflict.
I was watching him approach, slowly, with the coach, who was talking to him.
But I wasn’t really seeing him.
Not yet.
He was a silhouette, a shape, a form, a figure approaching.
A person becoming larger and more detailed as he came closer.
And then he was there, right in front of me, and I saw him.
And my brain just… stopped.
I don’t think I breathed.
I don’t think my heart beat.
I don’t think I blinked.
My eyes were fixed on… on… the most amazing sight I had ever seen in my life.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
I didn’t think my eyes could be telling me the truth.
And then Lucas moved slightly, shifting his weight from one of his legs to the other, and I knew my eyes weren’t lying to me.
He had four legs.
Four of them.
Two pairs of two.
I watch him walk across the court, mesmerized by the fluid coordination of his four legs.
Each step flows into the next - front right, back left, front left, back right - in a hypnotic rhythm.
My mind starts playing tricks on me.
The fluorescent gym lights cast multiple shadows behind him, and for a moment, I see not just four legs, but six, eight, more, multiplying like reflections in parallel mirrors.
Lucas catches me staring and grins.
"Like what you see?" he asks playfully.
The shadows shift as he moves closer, and I can’t tell anymore which legs are real and which are illusions.
"How is this even possible?" I stammer, unable to tear my eyes away.
Lucas chuckles softly, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"Let's just say the coach has a few tricks up his sleeve, and I'm not the only one."
I follow him to the locker room after practice, still entranced by the fluid motion of his four legs.
The other players seem accustomed to it, but I can't help sneaking glances, trying to understand how his body defies the laws of nature.
When we're alone in the locker room, Lucas catches me staring again.
This time, he doesn't tease.
Instead, he smirks knowingly and says, "Want to see something cool?"
Before I can respond, he moves in a way that seems impossible.
He lifts his front legs off the ground, balancing effortlessly on his back pair.
Then, as if that's not enough, he takes a step forward with one of his back legs while keeping the other planted firmly on the floor.
It's like watching a quadrupedal dance, each movement precise and fluid.
My heart races as I realize what he's doing.
He's coming closer.
And I'm frozen in place, unable to move or look away.
My back hits the lockers as he approaches.
"Most people can't handle what I can do," he whispers, his voice low and husky.
His front right foot brushes against my ankle, sending shivers up my leg.
I feel like a deer caught in headlights, paralyzed with a mix of fascination and fear.
Lucas takes another step closer, his four legs moving in perfect synchrony.
His front left foot grazes my other ankle, and I gasp softly. He leans in closer, his face inches from mine.
