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Summer Valley College: A Preview

     The soft clack of keys resonated throughout the cluttered dormitory, as a tiny arctic fox typed away on his computer. The fox was sitting at a tiny desk, suited perfectly for his own size. It was also situated near a much larger desk, and also set upon a small coffee table with an improvised ramp for him.  Pip hummed a soft tune to himself, occasionally looking away from the screen, to check on the door, in a manner that made it seem as if he was waiting for something, or someone. "Maybe he's just late.. He's got a pretty heavy load this semester, I suppose it wouldn't be uncommon.." Pip muttered, shrugging and getting back to his typing, his mind soon occupying itself with the plight of the characters in his latest story. "Oh, that poor wolf.. If only he would've turned back!" He chuckled to himself, hitting the enter key a couple of times, causing another wave of clacks to resonate through the room. The little fox sighed, pleased with his work so far, and began the arduous task of proofreading his work.     Unfortunately, his train of thought was derailed by the clinking noise of keys, followed by the muffled rasp of metal against metal, then came the familiar creak of the door, as it was opened, and the even more familiar shuffle of a pair of rubber shoes against the soft brown carpet. Pip turned around in his seat, and hopped up to his feet, beaming happily. "You're finally home, hun!" He barked out, cheerfully. "My, you must have had a lot of work, right? Awh, my poor "little" cat!" The fox giggled out, raising his arms up.     "I did, actually! I was walking -all- over the place! I'm surprised these shoes are still in such good condition; the way I use 'em, they should be in tatters!" Giggled out Jack; a soft brown cat with cream colored features. He knelt down and held out an open paw, which Pip hopped up on. Jack brought his paw back up to his face, and gently pressed the tiny fox to his silky cheek fur. A low purr resonated within his chest, though, to Pip, it sounded more like the low rumble of thunder. Jack cautiously nuzzled the vulpine, with practiced moderation. "I love you so much.." He murmured, closing his ocean blue eyes, savoring the tender moment. "I love you too, Kitty." Pip whispered back, pressing his tiny set of lips to Jack's cheek, kissing him through the soft cream colored fur.     The cat and fox stayed in this silent embrace for around a minute, before Pip broke the silence, leaning back from his boyfriend's cheek, and speaking in his soft voice. "How was your day, love?" He whispered out, smiling. Jack slowly pulled his open paw away from his cheek, and brought it to his muzzle, a couple of inches away from his mouth, so he could reply to Pip. "My day was actually pretty tiring! I ended up leaving my textbooks here, so I had to -run- all the way back! It was so hot, too! I swear, I thought I was going to melt into a puddle!" Jack giggled out, raising his voice out of excitement. His warm and minty breath washed over the fox. "Speaking of which.. Here, let me just get these shoes off. Give me one second, sweetheart!" The feline purred out, cautiously setting his tiny boyfriend on a low glass table, then proceeded to sit down on the couch, which was a couple of feet away.     He stooped down and began to unlace his old converse shoes. Once they were both undone, Jack gripped his left shoe with both paws, and slowly slid his socked foot out of it's "prison". Almost immediately, he felt the rush of cool air against his hot foot, sending a shiver along his spine. He repeated the process with the other shoe as well, and then lightly nudged his shoes aside, before slumping back in his seat and propping both socked feet up on the glass table, one on either side of the rather embarrassed Pip. "Ahh.. That feels -much- better.. Sorry about that interruption, cutie. Then again, it doesn't look as if -you're- too sorry." Jack snickered out, watching his boyfriend shuffle awkwardly, in a vain attempt to conceal the rising lump in his tiny jeans.     "You're such a tease.." Pip grumbled out, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the towering feet, and focusing instead on the pale blue wall of their dorm. This distraction technique worked, until the overpowering stench of sweat reached his sensitive nose. It hit him like a metaphorical punch to the gut, and the little fox even gasped faintly. Trying to avoid his feline boyfriend's feet would be impossible now, the smell had already hooked him in, like so many times before. Pip waited for the inevitable request. Surely enough, it came, as it always did. "Huuuuun, my feet are so tired and achy. Could you give them that special treatment you always do?" Jack purred a low and sultry purr, making sure to tease the poor fox even more. Seducing him into doing it was hardly a difficult task; Jack simply enjoyed making his boyfriend all flustered. He grinned and watched Pip through narrow slits of eyes, pretending to close them. "Oh, and I'm -so- sorry about the smell. I bet it's pretty bad, isn't it? I mean, I'd probably gag if I was you!" Jack stuck his tongue out, showing Pip no mercy in his teasing. "Good thing you're a little paw-slut.." He added, just loud enough for the fox to hear. Pip kept his ears flattened backwards out of light humiliation, gingerly pressing his hands to the enormous socked sole of the cat's foot, and kneading with his thumbs. While Jack's socks weren't thin in any way, his pads were quite sensitive, and allowed him to feel the tiny treatment that Pip gave him. With a happy sigh, he slumped further along the couch, his feet slowly pushing his boyfriend. Pip shuddered and looked over his shoulder; there wasn't very much table space left! Weighing the odds, he frowned and spoke up. "Jaaaack, be careful! You're going to push me off the table!"     Jack perked an ear up, a small grin spreading on his muzzle. "Mmh.. I'll move my feet back if you do me a favor!" The cat smiled innocently, continuing to speak only after he had paused for dramatic effect. "Take my socks off!" Jack wriggled his sock covered toes, causing the worn out fabric to stretch slightly, and give the appearance of a webbing. A very soggy, very smelly, and very warm webbing.     Pip took a shaky breath, already feeling his arousal pressing painfully against the tight fabric of his pants. Jack didn't need to tell him twice, so, he shuffled over to the cat's lower ankle, and grabbed the faded gray cuff. With this, he began the arduous task of pulling his boyfriend's sock off.     ...     About thirty minutes later, both of Jack's feet were free from their tight gray socks, both of which were now laying on the carpet, far below. The dim light illuminated the pair of feet, which rested on the now foggy and opaque surface of the glass table. Despite the slightly ragged looking fur, and the damp and shiny black pads, they were still very nice feet, even if they did reek. After being stuck in shoes for -that- long, the oppressive stench was to be expected, along with the soaked appearance. Pip, however, wasn't complaining; he was laying on his back, gazing up at the soft brown footpaws, panting out of exertion. "Oh, boy.. If you've never had to peel two sweaty socks off a norm's foot, then you don't have the right to say you're tired." Groaned out the tiny fox, grinning weakly at his boyfriend. Jack smiled back and lifted his foot up, playfully positioning his heel right on the fox's tiny chest, yet not applying any pressure. "A comedian too, eh? My, my, I've got such a talented boyfriend! He's a great masseuse, and he can crack jokes while he's at it!" Chuckled out Jack, licking at his lips, teasingly. "I bet you're thirsty now, though. All of that work had to have made you crave a drink! You'd like one, wouldn't you?"     Pip nodded slowly in response, already seeing where this was heading. Before he could "complain", Jack quickly interrupted him. "Great! You see, my feet have worked up quite a sweat.. You can lap that up! Who needs a glass of lemonade, when you've got my feet to lick clean? Am I right, or am I right?" Jack purred out, winking teasingly at his boyfriend, before lifting his heel back off of him, and setting it on the glass surface of the tablet, which was now completely fogged up by the heat of his unsocked feet. "I'd suggest getting to work now, cutie.." He murmured, flexing his toes, and angling his foot so it hovered over the fox. It served as a reminder of who was in control, and of the impending task.     With a shuffle and a groan, the micro hoisted himself up by the damp fur of his boyfriend's foot. He stood mere inches away from the shiny black pads, heat and musk washing over him in waves, making him a tad light headed. Before beginning to lick, he reached down and pushed his throbbing arousal down, keeping it from poking straight out and tenting his pants. Once that matter was settled, he closed his eyes, leaned in, and pressed his lips to the soaked brown fur, and flicked his purple tongue out.     The taste was nothing short of divine. The sweaty flavor was perfectly balanced; it wasn't overly salty, or overly musky either. Unable to contain his excitement, Pip shuddered and moaned quietly out of sheer pleasure. It was so very good, he had to have another lick... And another.. And another.. In this manner, his tongue greedily lapped at his feline boyfriend's foot, sweat being replaced by sticky saliva, and the tiny amounts of lint and dirt were also snatched up by the eager fox's tongue.     Pip closed his eyes and allowed his tongue to wander, letting the long and purple organ glide along the smooth black solepad. Occasionally, it would slide off of the pad and onto the matted and sweaty fur that made up the other part of his boyfriend's foot. The brown fur tasted slightly different, and Pip's tongue picked up on this discovery. The taste was slightly sweeter, a hint of sweet ginger mixed in with the salty and heavy taste of sweat. Another shiver ran up the little fox's spine, and he sighed softly, quite pleased. Above him, Jack's padded toes wiggled softly.     ...      "Oh my, that.. That feels so good..." Jack mumbled out, splaying his toes and then briefly wriggling each of the three toes. He briefly opened his deep blue eyes, and turned his head to glance at the clock. 10:31. That meant that Pip had been working at his feet for a good four hours. How could it have been four hours already? It felt as if they had just started! Perhaps he had dozed off.. It wouldn't be the first time.     Jack reluctantly pulled his foot back a bit, causing Pip to stumble forward, hitting his muzzle on the soft and cushioned pad of the cat's heel. "Mmh.. I really don't want to stop, but.. You must be exhausted!" Jack yawned softly and rubbed at his eyes. He then gently clamped both feet around his boyfriend, and cautiously brought him down to the floor. "I do have an idea, though... How would you like to come to class with me, tomorrow?" The feline purred out, leaning down and plucking Pip up off the ground. "You could even ride in my sock! I promise I'll be careful!" Jack smiled and patted his fox's damp head, giggling at the fact that his boyfriend was now thoroughly soaked with sweat.     Pip wiped his mouth with the back of a hand, and smiled cheerfully at Jack. "That sounds lovely! Your feet are always so sore, I bet I can fix that!" He chuckled quietly, nuzzling up at Jack's finger. "Besides, you know I'd do anything for you. I love you so much.." Chrrled out the fox, his tail flicking around idly. Jack smiled and whispered back, making sure not to hurt his tiny boyfriend's ears."Aww, and I love you too. You're the best boyfriend I could've asked for! Now, if only you were a couple of feet bigger.." Jack giggled teasingly, leaning down and planting a kiss on Pip's fuzzy little head. Pip replied with "Don't push your luck, fluffbutt." Before sticking his tongue out playfully, and pressing his lips back against Jack's. It must have been rather humorous to watch, considering that both of his lips were hardly even the size of the larger cat's bottom lip.     After the brief kiss, the couple made their way over to their shared bedroom, and Jack set Pip down on the nightstand, which even had a bed scaled down to the fox's size. There was also a small desk, topped with an equally small lamp. The little fox slid between the covers, and poked his head out from under them. "Sleep well, Kitty!" He squeaked out cheerfully, his tail thumping against his bed. "Sweat- Er.. Sweet dreams, foxy." Jack snickered out, sticking his tongue out at Pip. "With you, they usually are." The fox replied, tugging the covers over his head, and dozing off to bed, mere feet away from his larger boyfriend.