The first part for my new story, I hope you guys like it ^^

Thanks goes to  Jevin for helping me improve it

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Tonight was a dark, stormy night, and inside a house was a young red fox. He was laying on his bed, a glove on his hand and in his other was a baseball, which he tossed up at the ceiling. The ball spun around and before hitting the ceiling it fell back down, landing in the baseball glove. The fox tosses it into the air again and sighs, the storm was keeping him awake. He catches it again and looks around in his room. It didn't have much, there was just his bed, a dresser for his clothes, and a television on the floor. On top of his dresser sat a cage, and in the cage was a one inch Siberian husky. He was completely nude and shivering in the cold room, rubbing along his arms to try to keep himself warm. He tried curling up into a ball of fur to keep warm, but it didn't help very much. The baseball makes a loud banging noise when it hits the ceiling and the husky looked at the fox, who was putting the ball and glove under his bed, afraid of getting into trouble. The husky went back to curling up and shivering, wanting to avoid the child as much as possible

The fox stood up from the bed and stretched. The micro took a quick peek over at him, seeing that he was wearing his pajamas. The husky sat up, watching as the child walked over to the cage and opened it, lifting the one inch husky out and bringing him over to the bed. The red fox laid back on the bed and began to toss the micro up into the air, giggling after hearing him scream. He watched as the screaming husky did flips in the air and fell back down, landing roughly in his hand. The fox tossed the tiny male into the air a few more times, finding this very amusing.

After a few minutes, the child yawned and caught the husky again, bored of this game and starting to feel tired. The husky did not feel so well, his stomach felt sick from being tossed so many times and he had a major headache. In his time with the child, he had found out he was pretty durable despite being so tiny. Things that would normally be thought to hurt a micro horribly just slightly bruise him. He has the feeling he isn't immortal, and that the fox would kill him if he was disobedient.

The fox smirked, "Aww, is the poor widdle guy cold?" The husky didn't answer. The fox didn't like the husky's silence, so he gave him a quick squeeze, making him squirm around wildly and stop when he loosened up, "I asked if you were cold!"

"A little bit, master Finn," replied the micro. The fox smirked again and got up off the bed, holding the husky in his hand tight and reached into the sock drawer and pulled one out, shaking it in front of his slave.

"Then I know the perfect spot for you!" he said before shoving him into the sock. He sat on the bed and put the sock on, the husky now trapped under the sole and pressed into the fabric, wriggling underneath and causing Finn to giggle with glee, "Good night, Ray!" He got under the covers and laid on his side, closing his eyes, able to sleep now that the storm had subsided.

"Good night, master," said Ray with a whine and squirming a bit to get comfortable. He was lucky that his nose is up against the sock and not the foot, but either way he could still smell the musk. The heat from the foot did help keep him warm, and the husky did his best to sleep where he was, grateful for the warmth. Technically, this was the nicest thing his master has ever done for him.