Charlene walked home from school glad to be out of those runners. As she carried them in one hand and chatted with her friends. The one who spoke, An athletic looking Tiger who happened to be the Principle's daughter, pointed at the runners.
"Mom insists I try to get one more school year out of them." She explained, then changed her voice mimicking her mother "Young Lady those sneakers were not cheep!" which caused a fit of silly laughter from her friends.
There was one more who was glad she wasn't wearing the runners anymore.
Jon lay there in an indentation of a toe print gulping in the fresh air coming from the outside world. He had though being in a runner being worn by this Dino girl would be fun, what he got was a lesson in expectation vs reality. The reality is when you try to pleasure your self on a Dino girl's foot she's most likely going to feel you. First there had been a twitch, then there was a Stamp of her foot. It had been discreet from her perspective but it rattled every bone in his tiny body. Then her toes squeezed around him. Being pressed into supple flesh felt amazing but it was also crushing. He had to play dead before the grip was released and had to play dead for the remainder of the school day. All the while trying to avoid ending up into the ball of the Dino Girl's foot.
Things hadn't been working out as he had planned, not that he had much of a thought out plan to begin with. Well, he'd just have to put more thought into his plans. That's all. At least from listening to the conversation from above he learned the Dino Girl's name. Charlene. At least now, if he ever needed to, he could call out her name rather than yell "Hey You!"
"You know, I caught the Janitor examining your runners last Friday." said the other friend, a shorter bunny with large round glasses.
"No way!" said Charlene and the Tigeress together.
"He was! I saw he though the window of the school as I was walking by."
Jon could feel his face get red with embarrassment. He was so careful not to get spotted.
"Do you think he's got a...You know, a Foot Fetish?"
Charlene thought for a moment, then shrugged "That, or these were the biggest pair of footwear he'd ever seen in his life."
"If that's the case" said the Tigeress "He'd have his mind blown if he saw what your Mom sometimes wears."
About ten minutes later the conversation ended when Charlene and her friend walked off in separate directions to their homes. Charlene, having said her "See you laters" to her friends, looked down at the worn footwear in her hand. She was so tempted to throw the runners into the nearest dumpster, but her Mother had been right, they were expensive to make. So in stead she would exile them to the darkest recesses of her closet. Maybe she would out grow them.
Entering the House she noticed the note taped to the refrigerator. Mom was out shopping. Walking into her bedroom, Charlene opened her closet to toss the runners inside.
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