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Short story written by , a first contributor to SockDrawer!

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“Hold on Skippy, we’re almost there.”
“Whatever you *hic* say.”
The streets were empty except for the ram and wolf-husky shambling home after a particularly heavy night of drinking. Now, at 4 am the two decided that it was best to head out while they could still walk. After navigating streets that seemed to tilt and bend on their own, they were finally almost at Sujio’s apartment.
“Thanks for letting me crash at your place again *hic* Suji. I don’t think I coulda *hic* made it to my place.”
“Don’t mention it *hic*”, the ram replied as he unlocked his door, “Take your shoes off you animal.”
“Sorry.”
Skippy bent down and untied his shoes as Sujio did the same. The smell hit Skippy as soon as the ram pulled his massive feet out of his shoes. A potent musky scent that could only be cultivated by days of work and exercise. And the end result was the exquisite odor emanating from Sujio’s dirtied socks.
“How long’ve you been wearing those Suji?”
“Week or so, what’s it to ya? I like ‘em dirty.”
Skippy giggled.
“Y-you have bootiful socks.”
“Nigga shut up…” the ram muttered as he pushed past Skippy. Sujio flopped on the couch, putting up his feet on the recliner.
“Ugh, it feels so good to get them out of those shoes.”
“Yeah?” Skippy responded sitting on a chair, his eyes focused on the socks .
“I bet you stand on them all the time Suji. At the coffee shop, on runs, at the bar…”
Skippy drunkenly got off the chair and crawled on all fours toward the ram’s feet.
“I bet they get really hot being crammed in those shoes.”
“Skippy, I’m going to need you to shut up, my head is pounding.”
“I can cool them down for you?”
Sujio blushed.
“Uhh, sure…”
That was all Skippy needed to hear. His muzzle was already buried in the ram’s socks, the delicious scent filling his nostrils. It was even more powerful than he had anticipated. He stuck out his tongue, lapping up the sweat that had accumulated over the course of the night. He felt Suji’s foot move, pressing against his face.
“Only doing this to shut you up…”, Skippy heard from the couch.
The toes curled over his glasses, seemingly grabbing them. Skippy could only keep licking and smelling. Those toes felt so powerful, so firm. Suji could easily smother him with his enormous feet, and he wouldn’t mind in the slightest. Even now, with one foot the ram was dominating him, pressing him into his other foot. He was completely at his mercy.
After what must have been 20 minutes of sweat and musk, Skippy had to lean back for air, the alcohol still causing his head to spin. He heard Suji chuckle.
“Why did you stop? …I kind of like it …”
“Well, I need to repay you for letting me stay here some how.”
Skippy returned to the alluring socks, once again burying his nose into the moist fabric. Except this time, the toes didn’t curl around him as much. And he wasn’t being pressed as hard as before.
“Hey, Suji what…”
*Snoooore*
The ram had his head tiled back, sleep finally overtaking him. Skippy let out a yawn. He was getting tired too. And those socks looked so… comfy. The mighty soles underneath firm and cushiony.
“Fuck it,” Skippy thought.
He nuzzled his head up against one of the ram’s feet. The heel was warm and strong, and the musk continued to emanate from the socks. Skippy smiled as he shut his eyes, taking in one last deep whiff of that lovely scent. A sock lover couldn’t ask for a better place to fall asleep.