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Weekend at Sofia's: Pawsitively enamored
🕑 Added 2020-09-21 15:18:53 +0000 UTC
The walk didn’t get any easier; not the least because his guide was taking every opportunity to tease him in public as she went. Dylan was already struggling to get a read on his location but he certainly was having a hard time reading the street signs with the doggy’s sultry step swaying her curved rump right in his face. Not that he could see much more than that at this damn height. Everyone rose up around him in obscuring closeness. Maybe not with as thick an.. ahem, trunk as Sofia’s – but he was acutely aware of having to dodge perilous pendulum tails after almost being clobbered by a careless kangaroo on a cell phone!
Maybe the most exhausting part of the whole thing was how he really had to hustle to keep up with her, even though she made it pretty apparent that she was slowing her pace. He had voiced a few nervous “Hey wait,” and “Hold up a moments, please,” which she’d obliged him, albeit with a bemused glance the whole while. However, he’d been especially mortified, when panting a bit at the cross walk she had bent down and taken his hand in hers. The immense palm of the hound had simply swallowed his fist up; her thumb alone as thick as his fore and ring fingers.
“Now, hold on tight Dylie, we’ll cover the cross walk together,” she’d rumbled in the sweetest, mocking mommy voice she could. She had the broadest smug smirk curling at the corner of her chops. It probably was a good thing he was holding on tight – because he could feel the inches drip off him right then and there. The dwindling hare hardly had time enough to grab the waistband of his belt as she led him across the cross walk, with him acutely aware of just how much the cuffs of his jeans were dragging along the asphalt with every step.
And his stride did not improve one bit as she led him off the main street. On the back roads there were less crowd, but he was rapidly becoming more concerned with just how much less of him there was as well.
Sofia's flat was a typical sort; solid brickwork and refurbished modern vibe set up for cohabitation; although the collie had managed to acquire the place solo. It suited her lifestyle and her predilection for bringing work home with her; a fact the bun was grateful for.
Looking around the foyer, he gulped nervously. Dylan was used to the occasional bout of size-shifting, but the way such a familiarly scene simply loomed around him made him feel all sorts of dizzy. He recalled distinctly setting his coat on the distant balcony of the hook above him. Or dropping his keys in the basket on the little table that he was eye height to here in front of him. A shoe shelf by the door leered over him and the unattended footwear seemed giant sized to him. Fe-fi-fo-fum the size of those boots made him feel numb.
That bout of vertigo was broken only by the soft click of the door, as Sofia waltzed by him. The muted thump-thumps of her footfalls on the carpet snapping his attention up. The hound sighed a bit, futzing with the buttons of her suit jacket; and he looked up in time to catch it flump over his face.
“S-sofia?” he squeaked in surprise, struggling with the oversize overshirt. The cloth was warm with her body heat and felt cozy to the touch like a blanket. He blushed as well, at the hints of doggy-pepper musk and sweat that overcame the idle undertones of vanilla perfume.
“Hmm?” she offered with a quizzical look over her shoulder.
“Figured I may as well join you in getting comfortable,” the dog paused, stepping out of her shoes and brushing them to the side with her stocking clad toes as she indicated to the pool of clothing around his feet.
Looking down, Dylan was startled to see his sweater and jeans pooled around his ankles. Apparently having slide right off his body while he was too busy gawking at the interior of the dog house. Gasping in abject embarrassment, he pulled her suit jacket closer to hide his apparent nudity as she laughed heartily.
“Hah. No need to be so ashamed bitty-bunny boy. I’m surprised you managed to keep them on the whole way. I’m sure the neighbors appreciated it,” She mused, reaching over and grabbing the shirt collar, tugging it and him further inside when he resisted letting go.
If the foyer was large; the interior of the flat was enormous. The ceiling of the living room stretched up to a windmill of a fan blade, and the couch seemed more like a parked truck than furniture. She led him into the kitchen, where the cool tile sucked the temperature out of his bare pawpads. A paradoxical situation of feeling simultaneously cold and hot with embarrassment.
Sitting down the doggy snatched a cigarette from her purse and struck a match, drawing in a flaring drag. Dylan was partially glad she hadn’t excused herself for a smoke break. It was a struggle enough feeling so bewildered in a place so… normal and plain to him.
“Can I have my shirt back Dylan? I promise I’ll give you something better to hold if you do,” the doggy teased, pulling at a sleeve again, when Dylan finally relented with a sheepish, “S-sorry.. I - ah ! Oh my!”
No sooner had the doggy pulled her shirt away than had those great big stocking clad paws sidled up around his sides and smushed against his shoulders. The doggy grinned down at him and reeled him in as she tossed the shirt into the living room. The lingering warmth and latent aroma of her shirt had made him blush. To feel her paws so directly though? The molten touch of those pad pads pressed through the silky soft of the stockings; the idle aroma of paw-scent, a curiously earthy-doggy tang that pierced his senses. It was a distinctly predatory aroma of canine that stretched instinctual neurons deep in his brain. Tickling his fight and flight response with undertones of inticey-spicy allure. He felt her toes scrunch against his cheek fluff, even as they burned beet red beneath his fur. A valiant effort on the part of his tongue tried to afford him the chance to articulate his thoughts; but his mind was empty. He emitted the startled gasp-squeak of a mindless little bunny caught in the brier patch.
“See isn’t that much better? I noticed you staring the whole way here; so I figured you might as well enjoy this viewpoint while it lasts,” she declared, rolling the ball of her foot along his neck as she leered down her long legs at him.
“Mm.. but you know – while you’re down there, maybe you can help me out a little.” She pondered, tapping her chin as she pulled her feet away from him and crossed her lefts. Dylan almost reached for them longingly – but stopped him self in time for her to press a single foot against his chest. She let the fact that her foot all but covered his rib-cage sink in as he shuddered at her touch. The bunny was pretty sure she could feel his heartbeat racing under her heel as she laughed softly and tilted her toes in lightly.
“These stockings are awfully stuffy. Be a dear and help me out of them?” Sofia grinned toothily. That dichromatic stare pierced through him. And, even as he felt a few more inches slip away from him – Dylan was acutely aware that despite her inflection, Sofia wasn’t asking.
Comments
Malik Harrell
Sofia's paws must smell so good~ ^////^
Dylan Bun
So glad ya like! <3 And believe me there is gonna be a WHOLE lot less of Dylan by the end ;D
Dinosorceror
This is wonderful, I look forward to more of this, and conversely "less" of Dylan :)
