The George Fox Chronicles: Pampered and Discovered
(Filler chapter with some paw and boot content. This chapter is spoiler-free.)
It had been a week since George returned Jin to his family. George and Carmelita took every opportunity to sleep together that week, sleeping at opposite ends of the bed some nights so George could gaze at Carmelita’s paws.
A weird coincidence was on the back of George’s mind. Carmelita had mentioned about a disc based game at the employee lounge at work. The console the game was being played on had no connection to the internet whatsoever, yet somehow the game changed since the last time someone had played it. She only heard hearsay as she was not much of a video game fan. She also said that he was going to complete the game tonight and send over images if something is really odd.
George knew multi-dimensional travel could affect things like movies and video games in his universe, so he didn’t discount his trip to Dust’s universe coincided with this video game suddenly changing.
It was night. George was in the living room with Carmelita when the pictures from her work colleague flowed in over her phone. Carmelita was in slight shock over the pictures she was observing. It was George on screen with Jin, reuniting him with his family after stepping from a white portal. She showed the picture to George.
“Guess you brought Jin back, huh?” Carmelita said.
George couldn’t question it any longer. Dust’s universe was a video game in this world… “Is… is this game still in stores?” George said.
“I could pick a copy up if you’re that desperate.” Carmelita said.
Carmelita’s phone buzzed again, this time, her colleague recorded a video.  The scene showed Jin, in their home in Aurora, pondering about where George was. When the scene ended, a white flash of light enveloped the screen and the action returned to Dust and Cassius.
George was a little uneasy by this scene. From his experience over the past few weeks, a white flash of light usually meant a teleportation happened. “I’m going to head upstairs now… Things have been a little too weird these past few weeks.” George said.
George headed up the stairs and back to his room. He noticed the light was already on, and sure enough, Jin was holding the picture the elder gave George. He was standing at George’s desk, beside the boot house. “Jin… Why did you come back?” George said reluctantly.
Jin turned around to see George. “Oh. Hi George… I didn’t expect to be back here so soon.” Jin said. “I was just thinking about you in my room, and then the white flash happened again.”
“I wouldn’t doubt there is a reason you came back. What exactly were you thinking about, Jin?” George said.
“I was thinking about when we spoke in here, actually. And… how cute it was that you were admiring my paws…” Jin said. He was somewhat embarrassed to admit he enjoyed when George was tiny and rubbing his body over his paw. 
George took the photo of Jin and Ginger from Jin’s hand and set it back onto his desk. He took a hand to Jin’s shoulder. “It’s okay. No need to feel guilty since I’m with Carmelita. I give equal treatment. I could even go for a second round.” George said.
George and Jin walked to the bed and Jin sat down on his bedside. Jin’s eyes perked up as he heard those words. “You really don’t mind?” He said.
“I don’t. If you liked it, I am more than happy to please you again.” George said.
Jin touched his paw against George’s. Jin blushed and looked down. At the same time, George shrank to greet his paw and once again began his treatment that Jin enjoyed the first time he received it.
George brushed his body against Jin’s right paw, taking his hands momentarily to hug Jin’s toes. Jin chuckled, knowing both of them weren’t hiding anything anymore, allowing each other to embrace the paw treatment.
George crawled from the right paw to the left paw, proceeding to continue brushing, and pressing his muzzle on Jin’s ankle. Jin could feel the tiny muzzle give a tingling sensation.
George moved under Jin’s left paw. Jin had slight concern with George being under his paw again as he remembered what happened last time he wasn’t looking.
“Hey George, if you’re going to be on the underside of my paw, can we continue this while I’m laying in bed?” Jin said.
George was pressing his hands on Jin’s pawpads when he heard Jin’s comment. “Sure. Prop your feet onto the bed, and I’ll hug your paw while that’s happening.” George said.
George hugged Jin’s left paw as he took Carmelita’s spot on the bed. Jin took the bedsheets and covered all but his paws and George continued to knead Jin’s pawpads.
George had finished on Jin’s left paw and moved to his right paw. He continued to knead as Jin was continuing to watch the other end of the bed where all he could see was George’s tail.
After George finished with his right paw, he nuzzled the most sensitive spot on both of Jin’s paws.  Jin gave out another chuckle. George technically wasn’t tickling Jin, but Jin reacted by his paws against each other.
Jin was looking right at George. “Go on, go in. I’m ready to return the favor.” Jin said.
George entered between Jin’s paws, as his pawpads started brushing against George. George’s euphoria usually reserved for Carmelita came when Jin’s paw fur brushed against his body without George having to do any elbow grease.
Jin stopped gently rubbing his paws together to twitch his toes. George enjoyed the perspective of toes tickling his head, as he grabbed both of his big toes to kiss each of them quickly.
Jin’s face turned red, but he didn’t object and allowed George to continue. George took his muzzle and stuck them between the spaces between Jin’s toes. Jin’s cheeks turned slightly redder, but he couldn’t help it. He was now getting the same treatment Carmelita gets and he cherished each moment of it.
Jin closed his eyes, knowing the little fox was enjoying himself, and straightened his paws again. George went to the tops of Jin’s toes and licked the fur on his toes, going as far as spit-shining his claws.
After 15 minutes, George heard his cue to stop: Jin’s snoring.
“I can’t blame him for liking comfort. I kind of liked it too.” George said to himself.
George walked on top of the bedsheet and jumped off the bed while returning to 5’ 9’’. He reached for the light switch in his room and jumped into his spot on his bed. It was late, Carmelita must have had a late night call again as she never came up to say goodnight. George pulled the bedsheet and drifted to sleep.
Another white flash came as George entered deep sleep. George was instantly awake and in a dark place. This was no dream, since his senses were fully aware. He would know that he couldn’t smell anything in a dream, and he could sense a slight leathery smell filled the chasm he was currently in.
He looked to the other side to see a tiny amount of light and what looked to be seam lines. This combined with the leathery smell told him he was in a boot.
George was going to stand up, but he was slightly too big. He crawled on what he assumed was the insole of the boot and saw the brand of the boot stitched along with its size. “Cooper Tradition, size 10.”
Cooper… This name tugged at George. He could hear muffled discussion from the top of the boot. He couldn’t make out any of the words and he couldn’t hear any female voices.
George crawled back to the toe box of the boot, laid down and didn’t say a word. He pulled out his phone to observe the current date: 2002.
George now knew he needed to be discrete. Any encounter would change his timeline in his future. He needed to stay inside this boot no matter what happens.
George heard approaching footsteps creaking on a wooden floor. The light coming from the top of the boot faded slightly. George could hear the shuffling of the mysterious figure’s other foot entering the other boot. George prepared himself for whatever foot he was going to be pinned under.
A foot with a blue sock covering it, and what looked to be the end of a gray khaki pant enveloped the boot George was stuck in. The person felt a tiny bit of a struggle trying to get the boot on, but assumed that his paws were getting bigger.
George, stuck between sock fabric and the insole, patiently waited for a good moment to pop out. The person started to walk. The creak of the wooden floorboards was audible to George and soon he felt he was stepping down stairs and onto dirt.
The person made a motion to jump up and slant his legs and feet. He remained still for about 5 minutes before George finally determined it was safe for him to crawl out of his boot.
George grabbed the fabric of the sock, then the end of the pants, and proceeded to climb up the pants to the top of the boot. George looked out to see that it was nighttime and that the full moon was out. 
The thing that caught his eye almost immediately was the raccoon tail. Another clue, but George couldn’t say for sure until he saw his face. He could tell below the person was the windshield of a van, and that the person was slanted over it. Continuing to climb, George made a pit stop in the person’s pocket. It almost sounded like the person was talking to himself. At the vantage point of the pocket, George could finally make out some words.
“I’ll get the book back, mom and dad. Your deaths were not in vain. I will take on the Fiendish Five and avenge both of you and the entire Cooper family.” The person said.
George was determined to see his face, but knew it wasn’t the right time to reveal himself. He contemplated returning to the boot to continue eavesdropping, but the sound was too muffled inside the boot. George also felt a need to help him, as he sounded like he was lamenting a traumatic event.
The person was about to make it harder on George. He put his hands in his pocket and the black gloves and the smell of leather once again overwhelmed George’s senses.
The person had pocket lint, and his hands going into the pocket stirred up some dust. A piece of said lint landed on George’s nose, and George shooed it off of his nose. He had tapped the leather of the person’s palm and George covered his mouth knowing that almost tipped his presence off. With the date being some day in the past, any changes he made would adversely change his future.
The person didn’t feel much, probably that he had a piece of gum from his buddy stashed in there. George didn’t move an inch, but the hand didn’t move neither.
After another 5 minutes, George slowly inched and climbed the person’s leather glove and up the arm fur.  George spotted the person’s belt and the top of his pants. It was slightly underneath a denim jacket with a yellow inner lining. He moved to cling onto the belt, and inched slowly towards a mysterious logo at the center of the belt.
George had seen this logo before. It was a unique design that Carmelita showed George once before. He still couldn’t pinpoint what it was off the top of his mind.
George knew he was out in the open and vulnerable to detection. He crawled to the other pocket, crawled carefully down the person’s pants and back into the opposite boot. George opted to stand up this time, being pressed on by the end of the person’s pants. He was standing on the blue sock, which was warm, and pleasant to George’s own paws.
The person stepped down off of the windshield of the van. George could feel the leather of the boot putting pressure on his body, being pinned between that, pants, and socks. The cold back of the pantleg was slightly less pleasing than the warmth of the sock, so he crawled in head first into the pantleg and tried to find the lip of the sock. To his surprise, the sock had an extremely high top, so George pressed his back on the fabric of the sock while the person continued to walk.
Walking up what seemed to be a ladder, the person took off his boots sitting down near a bed and George fell out of his left pantleg. George now had a clear view. He was a Raccoon with a denim cap, denim jacket, gray pants and blue socks. Before George could react, the person’s first reaction was immediate: “Aah! A rat! A REALLY BIG rat!”
George knew bets were up. His only hope was to unshrink himself to prove he wasn’t a rodent. Before the person’s foot enveloped his entire body, he grew back to 5’ 9’’ and had his socked foot right in his muzzle. George blushed.
“Uh… Hi.” George said with the person’s paw in his muzzle.
George went from slight embarrassment and pleasure to the full blunt force of a realization. He now knew who this person was: Sly Cooper. He was who Carmelita had been searching all these years.
George had a choice. Turn Sly into Carmelita in the past, or help him. Considering both would change his future, he chose one that wouldn’t change his immediate future.
“Who are you? How’d you end up in my boot?” Sly said.
George had to think up something fast. He considered faking his name, but instead got out his wallet. George got out one of his business cards, conveniently blurred out as it looked like Eggleston was one step ahead for once.
“I can’t say who I am. It’s not the right time.” George handed the blurred out business card to Sly. “Here, keep this with you. Show this to no one. When the time is right, you’ll know who I am.”
Sly had no words to say to George. Just as soon as they met, George knew he had to get out of there before his future changed too much. George reached for his phone and set a portal for the last known day in the future the phone recorded.
George looked back to Sly as he was about to head back into the portal. He wanted to give a way for him to track him in the future. George spit into his hands and shined Sly’s black leather boots, then walked back to the portal.
“By the way, very nice boots Sly.” George said.
“Wait!” Sly said. It was too late as George re-entered the portal and whiteness enveloped his vision.
TO BE CONTINUED
(Next chapter is the one most paw fans are waiting for: What if you ARE the paw? Eggleston has the ability to do that.)