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Story Two - On a Runner's paw

By Jackmink the paw loving wolverine

Jordan peaked out from underneath the bed not even sure how he ended up in the teenagers room. The floor was littered with things you would find in an average Seventeen year old room. The coyote could make out several old cloths having been carelessly discarded, empty pop cans having fallen off the desk and several pairs of shoes next to the bed. There was a musky odor in the air a mix between an old gym bag and stale pizza.

The tiny coyote could hear the rooms resident snoring softly above. The dog's nose twitched at the smell and he found himself wandering out into the room, he kept looking up at the bed and was glad to see the sleeping form of the man in it still snoozing peacefully away.

The Micro coyote had come out here hoping to snag a few pieces of stale pizza the smell making his stomach growl hungrily. Another smell kept distracting him however and as he wondered out into the opening, it became clear what it was. There had to be dozen of pairs of shoes scattered half hazardly around in front of the bed. Pairs of socks were mixed in with these shoes. Jordan stumbled backwards covering his nose as the rank smell fully hit him; stumbling backwards until running into an old sock. It was still warm to the touch. Most likely the very one the teen had used before going to bed, that or he had stripped it off some time during the night.

The dog nearly yelped and jumped up as he ran into the fabric. The smell was so strong from it to his sensitive canine snout. He quickly looked around before spying the pair of runner shorts, thong and loose jersey shirt all sticking out of a filled hamper on the other side of the room. So he was a runner? Possibly on the track team. That makes far more sense. It explains all the shoes and even that strong sweaty smell of everything, Jordan nodded and taking a few steps away. The coyote scratched his chin continuing to look around for his prize meal he had come out for in the beginning.

There were a few boxes of old pizza up on the desk but that was too high to get too for a canine his size. So he began walking around the room trying to find anything that might've fallen on the floor, preferably a box with a few pieces left inside. Not the best choice by any means but was better than nothing that was for sure!

An alarm began to buzz next to the bed, the green lights on it reading Five A.M. Jordan nearly laughed, who gets up at Five in the morning? A hand reached over and turned the clock off and with it the light next to it on. Jordan froze as the sleepy teenager turned his legs over and off of the bed, stretching widely as he sat up.

The cheetah was wearing only a tight pair of briefs, his bulge clearly outline through the fabric. Not even taking a moment to wake himself up the teenager, Scott, pushed himself off the bed and stretched once more with a loud yawn.

Jordan was frozen as he stared up at the gargantuan teenage looming above him. The cheetah's yellow, white tip fur toes wiggled on the floor, he scratched himself lewdly sticking his hand into his briefs and looked around the room as his wits slowly came back to him. Jordan had only two choice and the first wasn't even an option. To run for the saftey under the bed would surely get himself caught by the sharp eyed cat. And who knows what the teenager would do to someone his size? If it was any other mammal he might have been able to pull it off but didn't dare risk it with a cat.

So he took plan B. Looking around he spied a pair of old socks, the previous ones from before, and, taking a deep breath, forced himself to crawl quickly inside it. It was the closet object, literally right next to him and the only thing he dared try to make a run for. And this way he wouldn't be noticed. Unfortunately this worked against him. If it had been someone other than a teenage guy there was a chance that he'd have better luck. Unfortunately for the coyote that was not the case.

Even before Jordan managed to take a look out the tube sock, white fabric world around him it shook. The ground lurching beneath his feet and he found himself tumbling into its stinky depths all the way down to the slightly sweaty, still warm end. Scott had grabbed it with both hands and held it up. The small lump went unnoticed as the teenager sniffed at it. He wrinkled his nose but shrugged it off, sitting on his bed and sliding his leg inside. It was only a day old after all. No harm done wearing it once more.

Toes pushed forward, the pink pads underneath visible and the claws safely tucked away as those digits curled and pushed further inside. All the way down the paw descended until it pushed against the tiny coyote, his form being outline clearly through the end of the fabric as the warm musky paw pad pushed against him. The toes wiggled and the cheetah smiled happily as he grabbed his other sock, his first leg falling down and the paw hitting the floor. Lightly it pressed against the ground and with it forcing the coyote up against it.

The paw pad was slightly grooved, warm to the touch and sunk in as the coyote's whole body was squished against it's pink musky surface. Already it was beginning to perspire lightly and the coyote's warm body only making it worse. The coyote only respite was the fact the squishy cat paw at least gave way enough so his body wasn't fully crushed against the ground again. The cheetah wasn't even pushing down but his size and weight made it feel as if Jordan would be crushed any second now.

Scott reached for his other sock, slid it on, stood up and padded his way over towards his discarded short black runner's shorts and jersey. Jordan rolled backwards as the toes scooped him up inside the sock and nearly tossed him to the back of the foot. The coyote rolled on his side until the risen edge of the sock stopped him.

Jordan took several moments to clear his head, breathing in through his mouth. He regretted it. The smell of used sock and sweaty toes hit him like a truck and the coyote nearly passed out. It wasn't as bad as it could be but it was still extremely sharp to the canines sensitive nose. At least for the moment he wasn't being crushed.

Scott finished dressing and slid one foot into the shoe before lifting up his other leg, angling down into the opening of the black sports shoe.

The sock underneath Jordan lost its firmness, the solidity loosening, not pressed against the floor anymore as he had been and once more Jordan found himself rolling all the way down to the toes He bounced off the sock and the paw pad like a small pebble in the sock. The tip of each toe, curled as they were, caught him as the cheetah slowly dawned on the shoe, pressing the small body down roughly against the sweat soaked sole of the shoe and squeezing him with his toes firmly before going all the way in. The toes relaxed, opening up and wiggling comfortably just above Jordan's tiny body.

The toes drummed down around and on him making him wince as if being punched by soft padded boxing gloves. The touched down on him, rubbing over his tiny body and squeezing him once more in the curve of each toe. Scott trying to smooth out the lump in the sock.

Jordan pushed back, struggling and managed to get his arms stuck between the big toe and the one next to it. Sweaty, slightly salty perspiration rubbed up and down his arms and as the toes clenched once more Jordan found his snout joining his arms.

The large big toe paw pad rubbed at the back of his head as if it petting it as the toes squeezed him once more. Jordan groaned as his whole body was squeezed again and with it his bare exposed groin the lower toes rubbing on his midsection, groin and legs. The strong smell was overpowering as every breath he took was of the cheetah's toes.

The air inside the sock was hot, humid and had that strong muskiness too it. The sports shoe was specially made to allow constant airflow inside. This seemed to help just enough so that Jordan didn't pass out as those toes pressed him firmly against the shoes insole. Lifting and falling with the teenagers slow steady steps as he made his way down and into the kitchen.

Jordan was panting now and his tongue had drooled out of his muzzle. A toe came down and with it his tongue brushing against it. Scott lifting his toe up at the feel but paid it little mind figuring his sock was just damp from his last night run. The coyote groaned low and deep as that taste filled his muzzle. The flesh was smooth against his tongue, the taste was slightly salty but otherwise bland. And Jordan found himself licking at it once more over and over the big toe's pad.

The other toes wiggled as if in delight from this, rubbing and massaging his whole body back and forth with strong squeezes making the coyote shiver. The toes opened up once more, stretching out. Jordan watched their black outlines in the dark, dampness of the shoe. The coyote moves his head forward so the toes closed around it, hugging at one of them and having the other squeeze him back as if to return the hug.

Nosing at the inner part between the musky toes Jordan huddled up on himself, semi in the feedle position just in curve of those toes, holding on as the teen got up once more. Semi-unaware the whole time the young teenager began to jog the three plus miles he did every morning before school not paying much mind to the odd lump in his shoe.