Your odd morning
a very tiny bit of micro fur faggery, under 500 words i have you know, this i did did off the top of my head after getting the last pawrt of "the long term visit" done, but you guys get to see that later :P ohh and i did it in the point of you, so what ever you want is in that shoe, and the ending is up to you! well unless i get a few people asking for a end.
ohh and with this page, i wish to pimp my own group http://www.sofurry.com/group/1415 what is it you ask? microfurs!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! that typical alarm clock buzzing wakes you up from a deep sleep turning over and hitting your hand paw when that damned clock should be only hitting padded floor it shuts its self off you think, your eyelids so heavy even with that you cant see any light like normal but you find yourself drifting off once again into peaceful sleep.
Suddenly you crack your eyes open again the whole world seemingly shaking around under you still totally dark and you cover your eyes rolling backwards hitting a solid wall "the hell?" you mumble to yourself a odd smell wafting into your nose instantly making you try to cover it with your hands "god smells like a gym locker room!" the world coming into focus suddenly noticing the floor is slightly damp, light flooding in a few feet away from the hole in the roof completely confused you try to get up and move to the light stumbling on the odd floor for a while before finally getting up and walking to the end of the room looking up and squinting you let out a gasp of shock not seeing the sky, but a seemingly massive fox sitting on the side of a bed.
Then it all clicks in place your room isn't a room, but in fact a single massive trainer stumbling back in horror the last thing you see out the top of the shoe being a single large black sock working its way over the shoe, you panic more fear filling your mind from a single foot than anything before all to seen getting to the end of the trainer the scent at the end being stronger than the top as you look back wall hugging the toe of the footwear, the light blocked off for a moment then like a wall of fabric the toes crash into the shoe quickly working forward to you quickly seeling you in the musky darkness the toes slam into your chest pushing you under as they move forward a little more pinning you to the insole of the shoe and the fleshy toes as they wiggle about over you the fox only getting his foot nice and snug
"right time for a morning run i think then" he says to his self as he almost jumps off the bed pushing you almost to breaking point under the foot the smells around you getting stronger as you struggle to breath feeling each step as you get trusted forward then the foot slams back down, the process coastally repeating...