There seemed to be a noticeable hush as she walked into the room - mostly from the guys, but a few of the other girls as well. VanillaPaw looked up at the clock - 8:55, five minutes till class. A number of the guys near her looked quickly away as he gaze drifted up to the clock and back down. She leaned down to set her bag next to the desk when the guy in front of her turned around to see who had come in behind him, then quickly seemed to blush and whirl back to sitting straight again. She let out a soft laugh. "Hey."

The guy - some sort of husky mix - turned around shyly. "Ug, hi. Sorry, didn't mean to stare."

VanillaPaw shrugged. "You glanced, not stared. I'm VanillaPaw - you?"

"Ugh..."

"Funny name!" She grinned at him - a disarming yet playful smile that made her already adorable look become dangerously more so.

"No, heh it's Trek. Just... surprised by the name - it's cute." He smiled, albeit an awkward downward glance that fell to the red shoes and white socks adoring the paws of her name-sake. For a moment he felt a bit dismayed - he loved girls' paws, and had hoped she might be in sandals. His friends behind him snickered about his "cute" comment. Trek looked back up and turned to them, giving them a stern "shut up!" glare.

"Awww... cute name. What surprises you about mine?" She smiled, folding her hands behind her back while rocking cutely on her paws.

Trek turned back to VanillaPaw, who seemed to know all the right "cute" buttons to push to keep his attention. "Oh ah... I... ahh... just guess cute paws that were vanilla scented would be..." More of the guys started to snicker, and whirled around to them. "Shut up!"

From behind him, he heard Vanilla's desk creak and two soft clunks as the room fell silent. As he whirled back around, VanillaPaw was slipping off her socks and laying them by her shoes. She leaned back and held out the most beautiful footpaws Trek had ever seen, RIGHT in front of him. "Are they?" She asked with an innocent voice, from lips of a not-so-innocent grin.

Trek froze, wide-eyes staring at the most beautiful paws in the world just inches from his snout. The blue pads were stunning, perfect things; obviously well cared for and maintained. Around them the white fur of her feet poked through the spaces between her toes and ball pad, slightly moist between her toes from the heat of her shoes. She gave her toes a simple slow splay - an inviting wiggle to his eyes - and that's when the scent hit him. Vanilla is was not. It was rich and thick - a scent borne of hot paws, finally freed from their protective shoes after what must have been a long morning commute or run. It was natural - nothing but the scent of her paws and enticing body chemistry that made his member harden like a rock so quickly it hurt. "Hhaa...I..." he breathed, trying to get his lips to move, say something to the beautiful girl and her goddess-like feet, but his mind was moving too fast for his lips to do much but hang agape.

"Here - sniff'em." She grinned and pressed her left foot to his snout, wedging his nose between her two inner toes and the ball back below. "Just like Vanilla?" She nearly squeaked - a gleeful voice at knowing just how potent her feet really were.

"Nnnnuggh!" Trek whined as others in the room gasped softly and whispered to each other. The scent amplified tenfold, making his nose tingle with it's potency. His member throbbed in his jeans, and he felt his mouth grow warm and wet with saliva, yet, at the same time, could feel the fur on his face puffing with an awkward blush.

"Well?" She smirked and ground her foot a little on his nose.

"MMmf... no.... b....better." He whispered. He reached up, and gently held her footpaw, letting his fingers knead into her fur, feeling the strong tendons and athletic build of it just under it's sleek white covering. His thumbs came around and bumped up against the soft, warm base of her ball pad.

"Mmmm." She sighed happily, noticing that she had the attention of the entire class now. With a tilt of her hard, she gave Trek's nose a little squeeze and whispered. "Wanna see if they taste like vanilla?" He whimpered and nodded. "Good boy. Go ahead... try'em."

OMG... is this real!? The thought came out as a whimper as Trek wondered if the zipper in his jeans would hold or not. He lifted the beautiful paw up and away just a little, and parted his lips to let a drool-soaked tongue inch out and sweep along the ball pad. Some of the students gasped or moaned, some winced and thought it gross, but neither matter to Trek, who's senses were suddenly dominated on all fronts by VanillaPaw's incredible pads. Again, not exactly vanilla in flavour, the taste was no less impressive than the scent - rich, thick, salty yet a touch of sweet at the same time. It sent a shiver down his spine, and could feel pre leaking from his aching member. "Nnnuughh...gods..." he whispered just as the door opened and a loud voice sounded.

"Good morning class!" The lady teacher boomed.

Trek whirled about so fast his neck popped, and everyone was quick to straighten up and pretend nothing was going on, leaving Vanilla sitting cutely on her desktop. The teacher eyed her curiously. "Off the desk young lady - I'm sure you know that's not how we sit in them."

"Yes ma'am." She responded cutely and hopped down as the teach walked past her. She leaned down to grab her shoes and brushed Trek's ear with her lips as she did, whispering. "Come see me after class."

As the mysterious VanillaPaw sat in her desk and pulled her socks and shoes back on, Trek sat with teeth clenched and member throbbing - her sweet whisper echoing again and again. He swallowed a against a giant lump in his throat, the taste of her feet still on his tongue; this was going to be longest class of his life, and he couldn't wait until it was done.