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It was five o'clock, or so chimed the bells in the tower that watched over the central grounds at Swifttail University. It was a Thursday, and class was in full session; every fur around was busy studying, getting ready for the upcoming midterms. Every fur except for two, who were occupying the common room: a german shepherd, lounging in a cushioned chair, paw digging through a bag of chips, and a fox with a container of cake frosting in hand, his tush on a couch. With his free paw the vulpine was reaching into a white paper bag that was on a low lying table between them, and from it he pulls a small otter boy, no more than three inches tall. He was shouting something as he dangled by his foot, but neither listened, his sounds quickly smothered as the fox dipped him into the frosting. When the otter was pulled back out he was silent, but still squirming, covered head to toe in the white frosting. The shepherd leans forward as the fox holds the now white micro over his orange-furred head, before dropping him into his awaiting maw. The canine looks on eagerly from the edge of his seat as the fox glances over to him, an audible *glrk* is heard as he swallows, smirking at the shepherd.

"You sure you don't want any?" The vulpine says, sitting up.

"Heh, no. You're all out anyway" the dog replied happily.

"What? Really?" the fox asks, leaning forward, poking his nose into the bag to find it empty.

"I told you...I was counting" the shepherd says, blushing a bit as he looks down.

"Why do you always order them if you never eat any?" The fox says as he crumples the bag up, tossing it into a nearby trash can. He already knew the answer, but he never liked to miss the opportunity to tease his friend.

Besides, that was how it always was: the shepherd, Jeremy, would always order micros, usually taking the triple snack special, and then just give them to Erik, the fox. He would do this two or three times a week. The vulpine certainly wasn't complaining though.

"You know I enjoy them in...other ways" The shepherd says as he looks at the fox's clothed belly, staring for a moment, wishing he could join them in his friend's cute stomach.

The fox smirks as his ears go down. "Noisy little buggers, aren't they?"

The shepherd, looking up , "What? You're not telling me you can actually hear them in there..."

"You don't believe me?" The fox says, standing up. "Here, listen for yourself!" he adds, lifting his shirt and exposing his white furred tummy.

The shepherd nearly falls over himself as he tries to get around the table as quickly as possible, scattering his chips in the process. His tail wags as he gets on his knees in front of the fox, pressing his ear firmly to the soft belly, closing his eyes. He can hear the foxes heart thumping, along with the sounds of micros yelling, some even begging, wishing to be spared the fate. "Lucky little guys...You can really hear that?"

"Yeah" The fox says with a chuckle. "My ears are very sensitive, I'm part fennec" He explains, raising one of his ears up a bit to show off.

The satisfied vulpine leans back a bit, spreading his arms in a stretch, and much to the shepherd's dismay, the fox lets out a small belch. The shepherd frown a bit as he hears the sounds in the stomach gradually dying down, being replaced with the sounds of it churning happily.

"I just don't get why you never eat any." the fox says, sitting down.

Of course, the shepherd had in fact eaten micros before, everyone had. Just about every restaurant had them on the menu in one form or another, even the kid's menu. Not only were they healthy, but the fact that they were just about everywhere, and required so little preparation when served in their most common form (live), resulted in them being quite cheap- a guaranteed sell for any restaurant.

"I don't like how they feel in my stomach. They just feel...off." the canine says as he sits back down in his spot across from the fox. "Kinda like... like I'm the one who's supposed to be in their place, you know?"

"Just because you're at the top off the food chain, doesn't mean you want to be, eh?" The fox says, as he scratches the back of his head, keen to his friends kinks, his free paw rubbing his stomach.

The shepherd nods sheepishly in response.

"That is, unless you have a cute foxy friend who's a chemistry major and loves eating little micros" The fox says as he dips his finger into the open frosting container.

The dog's ears perk up in curiosity, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying, what if I were to tell you that, if you wanted, I could shrink you down and eat you?" The fox says as he licks the frosting off the tip of his finger. "You know, like in those weird little stories you read." he teases.

The canine, blushing again "You couldn't really..."

"Oh I could, I've already got the recipe down pat."

The shepherd's mind starts racing and he can't help but wag his tail, "You're pulling my leg..."

"I would never" the fox says as he leans forward, looking into the dog's eyes, letting him know just how serious he was.

Realizing this wasn't a joke, Jeremy's tail's movements slow. "But wouldn't I like...die?"

"Not if you had a trusted friend to let you out." The fox says with a smile. "I have an antidote too, you know." he adds, winking at him.

The shepherd pauses for a moment thinking everything over, before quietly asking "...When?"

"My dorm, tomorrow after class. My roommates gonna be gone so we'll have the dorm to ourselves" The fox says, standing up and sealing the lid on the frosting. "I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow" he says, leaving the shepherd sitting alone to clean up the chips he had spilled earlier in his eagerness.

That night Jeremy went home to his single dorm. Technically it was a double, but none of his roommates lasted long. After all of them requested to be put in a new room after a few weeks, the university just gave up on finding him a roommate. Jeremy didn't mind though, especially since Erik never had a problem with him watching as he gulped down micros, which his roommates always seemed to have frowned upon. The shepherd performed his usual routine of jerking off after having watched his friend eat the live meal he purchased for him. This time was slightly different however, his mind focusing more on his friends words than anything else, the thought that he could really live out his fantasy driving him to orgasm. His dreams that night involved the fox as well, leading to him waking up to dried cum in his fur, forcing him to shower before he went off to class.

The hours roll by slowly for the canine, his thoughts preoccupied with the mere possibility that it could be possible (his pants bulging, reminiscent of middle-school thanks to this). However, this was somewhat tempered with the occasional fear that this was just some huge prank. Still, if it could be pulled off, he knew his friend was smart enough to do it.

Closer and closer the time comes, until the final class before the event rolls around, it being absolutely agonizing for the german shepherd. Every five seconds he checks his watch, while his notes become consumed by a variety of sketches, most of them being maws and bellies. With no knowledge gained, the class is dismissed, and the dog is the first one out the door.

Swiftly the canine navigates the halls, walking at a brisk pace as he makes his way out of the building, following a path he had often taken for prior meetings, but now walking with a distinct sense of purpose. The german shepherd's tail wagged eagerly as he made his way to the dorm, his approach marked by a bit of nervousness and attempts to temper his expectations in case of disappointment. Making his way down the halls of the dorm, he stops in front of the door he had knocked on many times before. Taking a deep breath, he gives it a few raps.

The few silent moments following give him slight terror as for a second he is filled with doubt, that he had completely misinterpreted what his friend had said and took a joke literally, that he was being a complete fool, but then, the door opened. Standing in the doorway with a smile was the fox, "Right on time, glad to see you're taking me up on my offer. I knew you would." he said with a wink, sticking his tongue out a bit at the shepherd. Stepping out of the way and holding the door open, the vulpine waves his friend into the room, revealing a set-up of a table, a tv, a couch and a few easy chairs around. It is the odd container that is on the table that most interests the german shepherd however, as he makes his way over and sits on the couch, waiting for the fox to take the lead. With a shut of the door his friend comes over. "So," the fox says. "Do you want to play some Xbox or something? Or..." His voice trailing off. The german shepherd timidly replies, "Uh, yeah... or... so what's in the bottle?"

The fox jabs his side lightly, "Heh, I'm just messing with you. I know what you're really here for." he says as he stands, making his way to the bottle on the kitchen table and pouring some of the orange liquid into a glass, inspecting it for a moment before placing on the cheap looking coffee table, directly in front the canine. "That should do it"

With a slow grab, the dog picks the glass up, looking it over, even though he has no idea what a shrinking serum would like anyway. "Well... is there anything I need to do before drinking this? Or is it just bottom's up?"

"If this is what you really want..." The fox pauses, waiting for a response from the canine. He continues as his friend slowly nods "Then go for it"

Hesitating for just a moment, as if afraid he would suddenly wake up, Jeremy puts the glass to his lips and downs the entire contents, the orange fluid disappearing as quickly as he can choke the bitter taste down. With a bit of a rattle as the glass returns to the coffee table, he looks at the fox, hoping he wasn't just completely played."So now wh-"

"Give it a minute" says the fox, cutting him off. "And you should probably lean back."

Taking Erik's advice Jeremy leans back a bit on the couch "Why should I..." He stops as he suddenly gets light headed. The room beginning to spin around him. "Woah..." he says, looking around a bit before he collapses back into the couch, gazing upward as everything fades to black.

Time passes, how much, how little, hard to say when one is unconscious, but what matters is Jeremy comes to, and when he does, he's laying on something extremely soft and...fuzzy? He opens his eyes, looking up to his friend staring back down at him. He was on the foxes belly, the belly he had admired from afar so many times before, and he was actually laying on it. "This...this is a dream" he says under his breath. The fox's ears perking up at his words.

"I don't think so, tiny. This would be one hell of a dream to include me, but I suppose knowing YOU..." He says, raising an eyebrow as he looks down his body to the canine. "And uh, Jeremy? You're...showing" He adds, gesturing with a paw before resting it on his chest

"What?" The shepherd says, looking down, realizing he was both completely naked, and also sporting a rather large erection. "Oh! Uh, sorry." He exclaims, blushing deeply, quickly tucking his tail between his legs to cover his embarrassing situation as best he could. Although the fox chuckles a bit at the reaction, he says, "Don't worry too much about it, I kinda expected something to this extent." Suddenly, under the newly-made micro's feet, there is a groaning, causing the dog to tilt his head in confusion "I think before you head in, the previous occupants wants out... wanna watch?" The fox says, grinning down at canine, knowing he would practically jump for joy at the offer.

Taking a few seconds to even process what his friend had said, Jeremy opens his mouth to respond, only to find himself without words. Only short breaths manage to escape his mouth, his mind racing. "Should I take that as a yes?" the fox says with another chuckle. The shepherd nods enthusiastically yes, trying his best not to blurt out some rather embarrassing words, especially since everything going through his head is akin to "Yes! Please! I'd love to watch you shit!".

Smiling at the enthusiastic response, Erik scoops his little friend off his belly. With the happy canine in his palm, the fox heads off to the bathroom, turning on the light to reveal the surprisingly well-kept, albeit small interior. The shepherd doesn't pay it much mind as he spots the porcelain toilet, his eyes locking on it, almost hypnotized.

"Sooo, is the counter good? The fox asks, making the shepherd jump a bit in his grip, his friend's words snapping him back to reality. The dog looks up to his friend, nodding eagerly as he is set down on the sink counter, across from the porcelain bowl he was giving so much attention. He was surprised at how nonchalant Erik was being about this, like it was no big deal, making him wonder if he could have just asked to watch something like this earlier. Even as he thought this however, he realizes he never would have, lacking the confidence to do it.

When the fox begins to undo his belt, it really sinks in that this was actually happening, and there was no hiding what his body was showing now. The shepherd's tail returns to its rightful place behind him, revealing that he was fully erect. Although he was still a bit uncomfortable to be in such a state in front of his comrade, a combination of lust and knowledge of what his friend was about to do made most of Jeremy's modesty a thing of the past.

"I don't mind if you...You know. We both know you want too" Erik says with a smirk, looking at the aroused german shepherd. The fox turns a bit as lowers his pants, giving the dog a quick view of his furred rump before sitting down on the toilet. His bushy tail falling to one side. Jeremy's hand had already snuck its way to his shaft when his attentions were elsewhere, but now that he had been given permission he realizes just how close he was to playing with himself already.

The shepherd crouches as he takes his erection firmly in his paw, slowly starting to pump up and down as he admires the fox's gorgeous form. His ears perk up eagerly as the sound of the fox peeing resonate through the small room, followed by a faint *Poot*, it being music to the frisky canine's ears. Even with the meager stroking he has given himself over the short time, the german shepherd knows he won't last long, one of his long running fantasies playing out in front of him. The dog's eyes go all over the vulpine's body, but lingers over his lower half, just imagining what the view looks like from below. The fox just smiles at the tiny dog as a soft splash can be heard beneath him, the sound sending a pleasurable shiver down Jeremy's spine as he continues to stroke himself slowly, savoring the moment for as long as he can.

The canine's lustful trance is broken for just a moment when the fox asks casually, "Want to see the little guys you gave me yesterday?" Following an eager nod, the fox plucks the dog up from the counter, the fox's fingers on the canine's waist as Jeremy continues to pump away at his erection. Standing up, he steps to the side a little, and begins to lower his friend into the bowl, the canine now able to see a solid brown log in the center of it. This sends his hand into overdrive, and as he is lowered more, the pungent smell suddenly hits him, plunging the dog into sensory overload, as the stink overwhelms his nose and he hits his peak.Not being able to hold out any longer, the dog blows his load as hes still descending. His breath trembling as he shoots his spunk into the bowl.

At first, the sensation is pure erotic bliss, pouring into every part of his body, threatening to make him go limp in the fox's hand. Even with the encompassing smell, Jeremy felt like he was in heaven. It was only when he slowly began to come back to his senses did he notice just how awful the stench was. Covering his muzzle as he looks down at the dark brown lump that had brought him so much pleasure before, he starts to notice little white pieces in it... little white bones. He was close enough that he could even make out a skull, likely belonging to the formerly frosted otter, embedded in the side of the brown mass, its eyeless sockets looking back at him eerily, making him shudder. The dog shifts, unnerved in the foxes fingers. This wasn't just some story, he was really seeing this...living this.

The shepherd lets out a yelp as he was suddenly lifted again, the fox placing him back on the counter before sitting back down, wiping his bottom thoroughly. The dog continues to watch his friend, only now he wasn't smiling, his tail was no longer wagging. Erik, however, seemed quite content, especially when he flushes the remains with barely a thought, humming to himself lightly as he pulled his pants back up. Turning back to Jeremy, "So, ready to head in?" the vulpine nonchalantly asks, the common act of excreting former micros not phasing him in the slightest.

"Can we talk about this first?" The shepherd says, having second thoughts as he looks back up at the fox.

"Sure" The fox says happily as he picks up the tiny dog, walking out of the bathroom. "You're not getting cold feet are you?" he asks as the fox heads back toward the couch, plopping down on it and dropping the canine on his tummy as he lays back.

"Its just...I don't know about this...That was a bit much." the canine says as he stands up on the fuzzy white belly

"What do you mean?" The fox asks, a bit confused.

"I don't know, it just seems a lot less appealing when its real...when I'm not just daydreaming about it at my desk... it's kind of... scary" The dog replies.

"It should be scary, it IS scary! But you have an opportunity that most don't." the fox says, poking at the canine's tummy with his finger.

Jeremy, pushing the finger away lightly. "What do you mean? You eat micros all the time!" he points out.

"They don't have a say in the matter, and they aren't friends with the predator." the fox says, trying to reassure his friend, poking at him again, making him fall back onto his soft fur.

The shepherd just lays there for a moment, feeling the fox's belly rise and fall with each breath he takes, starting to relax as he pushes what happened earlier out of his mind. After a few seconds of this he sits up, running his paw through his friend's fur as he looks up to him "You ARE gonna let me out, right?" he says, still sounding a bit nervous.

"Of course I am." the fox replies with a chuckle.

"Promise?" the dog asks, feeling a bit better about this as he continues to run his paws along the foxes tummy.

"I promise" the fox says as his stomach grumbles loudly. "I think that's your cue. Do you want to go down like the rest of them, or do you want the red carpet treatment?"

"The red carpet treatment?" The dog asks curiously as he stands up. He had only seen his friend down micros the usual way, dropping them in and swallowing, or occasionally tossing one up and trying to catch them in his mouth, but Jeremy had seen what happens when Erik didn't catch them, and it wasn't pretty. That wasn't something he wanted to try, but he had never seen this "red carpet" thing before.

Instead of an answer, the fox licks his chops a few times, showing off his teeth before he opens his mouth wide, letting his tongue loll out, the shepherd able to look all the way into the back of his mouth, where the tunnel leading down to the fox's belly begins, little bits of dripping spit marking the way.

The shepherd's erection returns as he makes his way up the fox's chest, first with a timid step, and then a steady pace, gazing into the eagerly awaiting maw as he does, stopping just as his friends tongue is at his feet. The canine's fur is blown to and fro with every hot breath that races past him, the fleshy surface right in front of him ready to guide him over his friend's teeth and then down into his stomach. Jeremy gives a shudder from anticipation... and a bit of almost instinctual fear, still not sure if he really wants to take his next step. Finally, he decides to just go for it, closing his eye, he lifts his foot slowly before placing it down on the soft tongue. Feeling a bit more confident with that over, he opens his eyes and takes another, larger step. He was now standing fully on his friend's tongue, just outside the looming mouth. He tried to take another step, only to find the tongue was much slicker than he had expected, his foot sliding back, causing him to fall forward, his body landing on the warm tongue face first.

As he collapses, the hot chamber suddenly goes dark, the fox having closed his mouth. Beneath the german shepherd, the tongue begins to move, coating every inch of his furred body with saliva and making him slide every which way, a sensation that the dog finds himself quite enjoying. As the tongue occasionally rubs against his shaft, Jeremy can't help but try and hump it a little, although he finds it difficult due to his tumbling. After what seems way too short a time for the german shepherd, the tongue forces him to the back of the vulpine's mouth, him starting to be forced down into the greedy throat. As the dog's feet are grasped by Erik's esophagus, his natural reaction is to try to hang onto something, an impulse which he resists well thanks to his resurgent horniness Instead, he just lets the muscles take him down, letting out an involuntary moan as the tight throat engulfs his lower half.

The tunnel is warm and wet, and as Jeremy descends into it he realizes it might be hard to breath if he isn't positioned correctly. The dog quickly tries to rectify this by pointing his muzzle up, so as he goes down he'll at least have some access to air. It's just in time as his arms are engulfed by flesh, the german shepherd quickly disappearing as his head becomes locked into place a second later, the throat forcing him down. The pulsing walls rub against the dog's shaft, threatening to make him cum again. Just before Jeremy is about to hit his peak for a second time, he feels his legs suddenly freed, swiftly followed by the rest of him, landing with a soft wet thud into the fox's stomach, the stale, acidic air reaching his sensitive nose immediately, stinging it slightly with each breath.

Even with the abrupt movement, his lust was uninterrupted, Jeremy's hand immediately heading to his groin as he sat up, continuing the pleasure he had been receiving. The german shepherd's mind raced, taking it all in, the darkness, the heat, the wetness, this was really it, he was really in a stomach, he had been eaten just like all those micros were, just like food. As far as the canine was concerned, this was the ultimate fantasy come to life, and even if it was slightly painful to breathe, the pain just heightened the experience. Jeremy was in ecstasy, the foul smelling fluids tingling as they soaked into his fur, the sensation overwhelming him as he steadily approached orgasm in the hot stomach. With everything being like a wet dream to the dog, it took less than a minute before he's adding his semen to the slowly rising stomach juices around him. As the orgasm dies down, Jeremy lies back in the chyme, panting with exhaustion, continuing to savor the moment, his entire body tingling, partly caused by what he would consider the greatest orgasm of his life, and partly from the digestive liquids now thoroughly coating his furred body.

Slowly, the canine regains his strength, standing up unsteadily, wanting to explore the chamber while he still can. Although he can't see anything, he holds his arms out and begins to walk, each step a splash in the fluids that are making his feet feel... strange. It takes only a few paces before Jeremy feels a squishy surface beneath his palms, the biological wall for his temporary room. The canine runs his hands run over the flesh in mild awe, so this is what it really felt like... he savored the feeling for a minute as the tingling in his fur turns into a faint burning, snapping him back to reality, him realizing how long it has been since he has heard anything from his friend.

"Erik?" He called out questioningly, waiting for a moment, not hearing a response. "Erik?" He asked again, louder, still getting nothing in response. "Erik?!" He tries a third time, practically shouting.

"Ugh, what?" Sounds the fox's booming voice from above.

"You scared me there...I think I'm ready to come out now." The german shepherd getting a long silence in place of a reply once again. "I said I'm ready to come out now!"

"I heard you. I'm trying to get some studying in for finals." The fox states, a bit annoyed.

"Can you hurry? I think I'm starting to digest!" Jeremy shouts upward.

The vulpine gives a matter-of-fact response of "Well that IS what a stomach does."

"So can you throw me up now?" The canine asks, anxiously.

"Throw you up?"

"Yeah, throw me up! Its really starting to burn!" The anxiousness turning into outright distress.

"What? No! Thats disgusting!"

"Huh? This really isn't the time time be joking around, I need to get out of here!" The dog shouts, slight desperation in his voice.

"I'm not joking." the fox replied with in serious tone.

"But...you said you would let me out!"

"Well yeah. I never said anything about throwing up though."

"What are you talking about? You promised!"

"I did, and you're going out the same way the rest of the micros did... Now are we done? I really have to get back to my studying." Erik states impatiently.

"No! No we're not done! This isn't funny Erik! Throw me up!"

"Glad it isn't funny, because I just told you it wasn't a joke you little snack, you wanted to be food and now you are, you worthless excuse of a predator." The fox's annoyance turning into light anger. "Now PLEASE, shut up."

Jeremy loudly whines at this, this wasn't how it was supposed to go! This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all! Why was his friend doing this? Talking to him like this? He brings his hand to his head as he tries to think of something he could say to the fox. His head fur feeling off as he rubbed the back his head, was it... thinner? The canine grips at his fur in confusion, only to have it come loose in his hand, leaving smooth flesh in its place. He knew he needed to get out of the stomach, quickly.

"Erik! Please!" Jeremy calls out frantically. "You can't do this!"

"You know for a fact I can" The fox says sternly "And you've never had a problem with it before."

The canine briefly thinks back to the countless times he had eagerly watched the fox gulp down micros, micros that he had payed for, lives that he had payed for "But...that was different!"

"It doesn't seem any different from here."

Jeremy didn't know what to say as Erik's comment sank in, the burning in his skin getting stronger as he began to itch all over. Scratching at his chest for some relief, he feels his fur coming off in clumps. The itching erupted into suffering, and the dog winced at the feeling of fire that covered him. This is where he sent all those micros? This is what happened to them, while he was admiring from the outside? His wish to be in their place was now fulfilled and he wanted nothing more than to get out. The dog pawed at the stomach walls desperately as the last bits of his fur fell from his body.

"Erik! Don't do this!" The now bald shepherd called out from the fox's stomach.

"I don't take orders from food" the fox responded coldly.

With nothing left to protect him, the acid starts to lick at his bare skin, eating through it, exposing nerve and muscle, the pain too much, making the german shepherd begin to scream. As he did, Jeremy couldn't help but realize that this was what was happening when he listened in on the fox's belly just a mere day ago. It had seemed so pleasurable then... so distant... and now it was agonizing.

As his pain surged through his entire body, the canine couldn't do much more than scream out to the fox, hoping that he would be shown some mercy, that his friend was just playing some sick joke, trying to teach him a lesson and was going to throw him up any second. Instead, all he got was an irritated, "Ugh, look, I was going to let you stew for a while like you would have wanted, but I really need to focus right now! Some of us still have finals to worry about."

With that, the air in the stomach chamber seems to start to rush upward, as the fox begins to give a big belch. The force seems to take the canine's breath away as he found himself no longer able to breathe, no longer able to scream. The canine drops to his knees as he clutches at his bare chest before falling backwards, looking upward into the darkness as he layed in chyme once again, only now it was thicker, and if he could see it, he would notice it was redder. Bits of Jeremy's fur float around him as he shakes, while visions of the otter's skull in the fox's scat float around in his head. Was that really going to be his end? Just a stinking mass in a toilet, flushed without a care? Such a fate seems too cruel... and yet he had happily sent many to it. The canine reaches outward into nothing, desperately searching for a breath of air, a breath that would never come. After a period of light headedness filled with terrified thoughts of his inevitable undignified grave, and terrible tortuous pain, Jeremy's arm drops into the fluids with a splash, never to rise again.

Erik licks his chops a bit as he rubs over his belly a few times. The taste of the shepherd returns to his mouth with the belch, and the fox enjoys it for a few seconds as it fades again. "Thats better." he says with a sigh as he leans forward again, continuing to read through his textbook diligently, the whining in his stomach having died down, being replaced with a slow churning.

After another hour of studying the fox closes his textbook with a yawn, stretching his arms a bit as he stands up before heading into the bathroom. He does his normal routine, including brushing, rinsing and flossing his teeth diligently, and then heads to his bedroom. Once there, Erik hastily drops his pants, revealing his boxers, and climbs into his bed, eager for a relaxing night's rest after all the intensive memorization, and he quickly drifting off to sleep after spreading out comfortably.

Erik opens his eyes to a narrow, but bright beam of sunlight shining between his blinds, falling directly onto his face. Moving over a bit, he decides that this was as good a sign as any to get up. The fox lets out a bit of gas as he sits up, rubbing his eyes lightly, and he waves the smell away from his nose a bit before he stands, stretching briefly and heading toward the bathroom.

As he heads through the door, he checks himself over in the mirror a bit, more out of habit than anything else. With the frank assessment that he was still handsome, he got down to business, bringing down his boxers and taking a seat on the porcelain throne. In a similar fashion to the day before, the fox lets loose a stream of urine before passing more gas audibly. Slowly, his morning bowel movement makes its way out of him before dropping into the bowl with a splash, Jeremy not leaving nearly as much remains as the numerous micros Erik had passed yesterday, but still existing as a sizeable log, not that the fox was paying it any mind. Having better things to do with his time, Erik quickly finishes and starts to wipe his furry bottom, disposing of the tissue and flushing with nary a thought, the remnants of Jeremy disappearing into the sewer with no fanfare. He pulls his boxers back into place as he stands up and washes his hands, and with a brush of his teeth and head fur, Erik heads out of the bathroom.

As he emerges, Erik closes the door behind him in a half-hearted attempt to keep the smell from invading the rest of the small dorm. The fox makes his way to the couch and sits down, putting his feet up on the coffee table as he picks his textbook up, paging through it for a moment as he finds his place. A moment later, the vulpine's ears swivel towards the door as he hears the sound of a key in the lock, him glancing over as the deadbolt turns, and through the door walks his roommate, a tall lynx, his grayish fur a bit disheveled.

"So how was the party?" the fox asks casually, turning back to his book.

"Dude, it was sick." says the lynx, yawning as he closes the door behind him, making his way to the bathroom "You should have been there! I must've had thirteen shots of that vodka I showed you. Then that girl Jenni showed up and- " Stopping mid sentence as he pushes the bathroom door open, being greeted with the foul smell. "Damn it Erik, micros again?" he shouts to his friend as he reluctantly walks through the doorway.

Chuckling a bit at his roommates reaction, "You know how Jeremy is. Besides, it was just one."

"One too many." the lynx comments as he walks back out of the bathroom, a toothbrush poking out of his mouth, closing the door behind him. "I'll never understand how you can turn such a small meal into such a big stink!" he says as he heads into the attached kitchen, standing in front the sink as he brushes, clearly not wanting to do it in the bathroom.

"It's an art." the fox says with a smirk as he flips to the next page in his book.

The cat rolls his eyes in response "Well do your 'art' elsewhere." he says before spitting into the sink. "And speaking of that Jeremy kid, I caught him staring at me AGAIN while I was trying to eat lunch in the cafeteria. You said you would talk to him." he points his tooth brush at the fox as he walks back to the bathroom, taking a deep breath of the fresh air before going back in.

"OK quit your bitching, I took care of it."

The lynx emerges from the bathroom, waving the smell from his nose as he closes the door behind him. "About time! That kid creeps me out."

"And I'm gonna be cutting back on the micros anyway."

"My nose thanks you in advance" The roommate says in a sarcastic tone as he disappears into their shared bedroom. "and put on some pants!" he adds with a shout.

The fox just shrugs, "Eventually...", his stomach grumbling, looking up from his book as he starts to wonder just what he's going to have for lunch...