Laced with Lust
Pt.2
Crisp stared absent-mindedly out of the car window as it passed the local park. Stupid shoes, he thought to himself. He winced slightly and shuffled in his seat. Ever since he was convinced to put these damned things on, they'd brought nothing but trouble! 

"I thought you'd have learned." His mother said as she flicked on the indicator. 

Crisp ignored her. It wasn't even his fault, yet he was being punished. Where was the sense in that? Where was the justice? 

"That little Ron boy and his weird family. I told you they'd be a bad influence."

She glanced at her son, who still had his head on his paw and was staring out into the sun-lit streets. Frustrated, she turned back to the road and gave a soft sigh. 

"Look, you can still see him at school, but I won't have that boy or his... lewdness in my house." She finished, apparently having ended her speech of tyranny. 

Great, Crisp thought to himself as he bumped his bright red shoes together. 'In school', where he'd be shifted from one classroom full of boring people to another, and occasionally he'd catch a moment with Ronni if he was lucky in the hallway. 

A smile skittered across his face like a lizard on a hot rock. The thought of what had happened last time he had "encountered" the wolf in the hallway did bring him pleasant memories. Not only that, but normally it prompted a response from his downstairs department... 

He kicked his shoes together again, wishing his nightmare be over. 

Eventually as they rounded the fenced off square of his school yard, he spoke up. "Everybody's gonna see my shoes, aren't they?" 

"Yep!" His mother responded cheerfully, happy her son was communicating again. He hadn't really spoken since she had forbade him from talking to his best friend, who she was SURE was to blame for that... hog-tying incident. 

"Everybody's gonna think you're the coolest kid there." 

[Everybody is going see you. Everybody.]

Crisp sighed and opened the car door. As he set foot on the cement pathway leading up to those horrible double-doors, he could already feel the pressure of a hundred eyes on him... and all of that pressure was concentrated in one place. 

He turned around, now feeling far more desperate. 

"M-mom?" He asked, trying to quickly think of an excuse to get him away from school for the day. Unfortunately, she was ready. 

"You're not sick, nor injured, and last time I checked you still had all of your limbs." She said before pointing a stern finger out toward the school. 

"Now GO! You don't want to be late." 

A shudder crept up his inner thighs. 

[Walk slowly, puppy. Let them all stare at you.]

The voice at the back of his mind returned, along with the now-familiar tingle associated with it. He’d picked heavy jeans to wear today - at the time, it was just because those were the only pants he could slide over the almost demonic shoes. Thankfully, all of the stiff creases and bumps also made his own, more embarrassing ‘bump’ more camouflaged. 

With slightly stiff legs and shaky knees, he turned around and began making his way down the smooth stone pathway up to his school. Never before had he had a problem with school. In fact, previous to his foot-paw entrapment, he’d rather enjoyed it. 

Now it seemed the most difficult, daunting thing on the face of the planet. 

Tires screeched as his mother made a hasty exit from the school grounds, and suddenly Crisp was there, all by himself, surrounded by staring eyes. 

He shook his head. No, there were no staring eyes - just a few straggling classmates either swiftly or casually walking toward the double doors as he was. At least, that’s what he was trying to do. Every footstep squeaked and jostled his stiff member against the somehow even more stiff fabric he was wearing over them.

‘One step in front of the other,’ he thought to himself as he battled against the perverse images flooding through his mind. ‘March like you don’t mean to, ignore the tightness...’ 

[They’re all looking right at you. Did you see that? They can all tell… and you love it!]

Of course, the tightness was the least of his worries at the moment. 

Regardless, with a last-ditch push of effort and his head down, Crisp finally slipped through the double doors and made a beeline for the bathroom. There weren’t many students around in the halls, and even though none of them were paying attention to him, he felt as though every single one of them could see straight through his clothes. To his mind, all of them turned toward him and started whispering excitedly as soon as he’d passed. Even though he knew that wasn’t the case, he could still feel the burning blush across his face. 

At long last, Crisp found the solitude he needed. Bursting through the bathroom door, the young wolf didn’t even check to see if anybody else was there before quickly locking the door and flattening his back against it. He was free, at least for now…

Breathing a sigh of relief and finding his cheeks slowly cool from the previous inferno that had enveloped them, Crisp looked down and opened his eyes. 

Suddenly, the inferno returned. 
Not only had he been in too much of a hurry rushing through the hallways, which in his memory now seemed packed with students, but since those taunting, writhing laces crawling up his legs had taken control of his cock, he’d been so hard for so long that he hadn’t even noticed that it was hanging out! 

“F-f-fuck!” Crisp yelled to the room in general. The laces were indeed back; they had somehow incorporated themselves into his zipper, and pulled it all the way down. Another was wrapped as it always was around the base and shaft of his meaty member, ensuring it stayed hard and easily excitable. 

“W-wait… I KNOW I put you away this morning.” He said, again to the room at large. 
He wasn’t expecting an answer, but nevertheless he got one. 

[I fixed that for you. You’re welcome.]

Crisp sighed again. If he hadn’t gone through something similar to this for a few days, perhaps he’d have been more surprised. Now, the dull ache and desperate desire for release was almost a second nature to him. He also knew, however, that it was in vain - the bright red shoes wouldn’t let him finish no matter how hard he squirmed, moaned, and fought against the laces for control of his own bodily functions. 

Instead, he swiftly took his stiff, throbbing member in one paw and discreetly tucked it into the side of his pants, before zipping them up against the lace’s tugging. He also tucked the zipper down, so the interweaving fabric locked it into place. 

With another deep, stressed out sigh, he stood up straight. He could feel the laces squirming against his skin and against his member, sending shivers of pleasure up his tail and ensuring he stayed rock solid. His furious blush hadn’t bled away yet, and in fact he doubted it ever would. Perhaps he’d just have to come to terms with living each day of his life with this hard, unattainable-to-satisfy hard--

A nearby stall opened, and a familiar face peered around the corner. It was Tom, a jackrabbit from class that the young pup occasionally hung around with. 

“Uh… Crisp? Who were you talking to?” 

Crisp couldn’t answer. He was too busy moaning into his closed maw and clenching his fists tight enough for his claws to dig into his palm. As soon as it had become apparent that he wasn’t alone, the laces and his shoes had gone into overdrive; his mind was riddled with embarrassment, flushed with horny desire and thoughts that had never occurred to him previously. His body was so wracked with these intense, heated feelings that he had almost popped his cork right there and then… but still he couldn’t find satisfaction. 

[Aaaalllmost, puppy… He heard everything, and now he can see your coc--]

“G-gotta go!” Crisp yelled out, unlocking and bolting out of the bathroom door at record speed. He felt the dampness at the end of his cock, only making the fabric grinding hard against it as he ran through the halls even more luscious. He could feel a lace tugging at his zipper with every squeaking step as he pushed his way through the halls. He turned a corner, and another, before diving into an empty classroom where he could finally be--

...In front of fifteen students. 

[{This is where we left off.}]

Thirty eyes were fixated directly on the young pup. Even the teacher, who had apparently been teaching some form of calculous, had stopped to stare at him. While the classroom itself may have been quiet enough to hear the drop of pants from a mile away, inside Crisp’s head, all manner of sound was happening. 

[Oh look, an audience!]

“Oh, no.” Said Crisp, in a weak voice. His belly was already on fire from the bathroom escapades, and as the situation finally begun to sink in, his loins exploded in a firework display of unwanted, unheeded and unbridled arousal. He wondered how cotton laces could feel so moist as they squirmed against his fur, snaking against his legs and squeezing, taunting his still solid shaft. 

[How embarrassing! What’s the matter, pup? Afraid you’ll… BURST?]

“N-no!” Despite saying this aloud, the wolf’s body, now the centre of attention, begged to differ. His stomach was on FIRE, and it was clear as day that he was about to ruin his jeans if they just kept staring at him… Things couldn’t get any worse.

“Hey, isn’t that Crisp? The pup from 2B?” He heard from one of the students. Making a mental note not to assume nothing could get worse, Crisp looked over to where the voice had come from… however, all he could see were faces in a crowd. He heard laughter, and once more he was surrounded by grinning, giggling, taunting figures. 

The world span in his head, so much so that he barely even noticed one of the laces’ tips snaking up like an erotic tendril and hooking around the metal end of his zipper. What broke the noise in his mind wasn’t the small wet patch now showing through his denim jeans, nor was it the fact that he was beginning to sweat, but the sharp, unmistakable metallic noise of his zipper being undone. 

[Poor puppy… they’re all laughing and staring! You need some release…]

“G-Guhh…” Was all Crisp was able to say at this point. He had to lean his knees against one another just to stay upright; the pulsing pit of pleasure at the bottom of his belly has encompassed his entire body, wracking him with wave upon wave of pre-orgasm euphoria. The crowd jeering and laughing at him never hindered a single one of these massive blasts of hip-bucking pleasure; if anything, the staring eyes and the scarlet wisps of fire gently caressing his cheeks felt kinda… nice. 

With his head in the clouds and a smile spread sweetly on his adorable maw, Crisp gasped slightly as his tormented, needing cock slipped forth from his tight underpants. He tried to protest, but opening his maw only resulted in letting out a desperate moan for attention. He could feel the laces working their magic - his cock was throbbing, sticking straight out to attention and yet going completely unheeded in it’s needs. Crisp couldn’t even bring himself to stroke it - the taunting laughter from the crowd around him was keeping his muscles as tense as they ever had been. 

Looking down, the young wolf was mildly surprised by the lack of laces wrapped around his throbbing shaft. He could swear they were there - squeezing and tormenting him… but as he looked back up and winced at the immense pleasure overwhelming his system, it became clear quickly that the laces weren’t what stimulated the wolf pup. With his knees clamped firmly together, holding both his unzipped jeans and his underpants from hitting the floor, Crisp let out one last primal, desperate yelp of pleasure. 

The burning desire had become too much. The constant taunting and laughter from people he knew… well, not that he knew personally, but they knew him was enough to push him over the long, long cliff he’d been climbing for the past three days. All at once, everything began to rush through his mind; the snaking laces molesting him out in the open, the fact that everybody is staring at you with your cock out during school, the sweaty, excruciating pleasure he had felt ever since he had slipped on these heinous shoes… everything hit him at once, sending his body and mind into parallel orgasmic spasms. 

His cock throbbed hard as it shot his pent-up load across the classroom floor. Crisp fell to his knees, utterly unable to speak or stop himself as his hips thrust forward of their own accord. Ribbons of his steaming canine seed flew like an angry swan outward from his pelvis, staining the blank wooden flooring for a few feet in front of him. His mind was all but abandoned for thought as his body shook, tethered to the noise of mocking laughter as it rang in his ears…

“...That… concludes our segment on advanced paraphilia.” said the teacher as he sat down at his desk whilst staring at the pup in disbelief. Crisp, suddenly aware he had been kneeling on the floor of a packed classroom for a good thirty seconds, did what he hoped he’d never do again. 

He blushed, hard. 

“I-I… can… explain?” He said meekly, using his shaking paws to desperately grab at his moist underpants. He pulled them and his jeans up to his waist, however his still prominent erection somehow continued to be a nuisance. That was a big fat lie, but his mind was running on fumes at this point. All he wanted to do was get out of that classroom, get somewhere private, and wait the rest of the school day out as privately as possible. 

“C-Can you?” The teacher asked. Crisp recognised him from a few of his science lessons. As his mind slowly began working again, his facilities began churning once more. 

“Y-yes, uh… Mr…Notting?” Crisp tried. The stunned teacher nodded, then shook his head brashly. ‘Uh-oh’, the young wolf thought to himself, ‘I’d better hurry...’ 

“I uh… Mrs. Elliot asked me to g-give you an example of… uhm… r-reproductive functions. I guess I got a bit… carried away, heh.” 

Mr. Notting stood up. He was a pretty impressive height - even to Crisp, who was still crouched and trying to maneuver his intensely sensitive cock into a position where he could cover up his decency.  Clearly, he had run out his time. 

“Mr. Wolfene, I believe I have you for ah…” The tall dog’s eyes darted briefly to the rather impressive spillage on the floor, before circling back to the half-naked pup in front of him. “...S-science on thursdays, do I knot?” 

Crisp nodded obediently. Anything he could do to keep this situation from getting worse. 

“Right.” 
The tall, rather broad rottweiler crossed his arms in an overly obvious show of authority, though despite this, Crisp noticed a subtle scarlet tinge to his cheeks, and a gentle bulge developing in his zipper region… He shook his head slightly. ‘Gotta get those thoughts out of my head’, he thought.  

“Consider yourself in detention for the rest of the week.” Mr. Notting stated, almost matter-of-factly. Crisp nodded again, slowly edging his way to the door in an attempt to escape as soon as possible. Thankfully, the stern-voiced teacher gave him an opportunity to do so. 

“Go and get yourself cleaned up, but report right back here after school, young man!” 

The half naked pup was already half way down the hall and zipping up his awkwardly tight jeans. With those events neatly folding themselves into Crisp’s subconscious for further processing and/or nightmare fuel, he made his way as fast as his still unsteady legs would carry him to his classroom…

...And every single step of the way was, without him even realising, accompanied by the squeak of his brand new red shoes. 

Finally standing in front of his homeroom, Crispe stopped for a moment to catch his breath and straighten out his clothes. It had certainly been a stressful day, but as long as he could attend at least one class without it resulting in an explosive orgasm, he should be fine for the rest of the day. 

With his jeans zipped up and his only slightly stained shirt straightened, he took in a deep breath and pushed open the door. 

"Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail." 

Ah, right. Poetry today, apparently... strange, Crisp thought to himself, he could have sworn it was science and biology. With a slightly confused look, he peeked into the room. All of his fellow students had books out in front of them, and therefore looked bored as hell. 

Even the teacher, Mrs. Norton, seemed disinterested. She was buried in a totally different book, apparently more interesting than teaching her class. Maybe she wouldn't notice the little wolf sliding subtly along one wall in order to reach his desk-- 

"Late on the first day, Mr. Wolfene?" Mrs. Norton said without even looking up. Crisp cursed under his breath, and hurried over to his desk. 

"Sorry," He said, attempting to sound sincere. It's not like it'd help, but maybe it would quell this budding heat in his loins... 

"I was caught up with Mr. Notting." 

The teacher's eyes darted toward him, glaring at him above his book. If he didn't know any better, he could almost swear there was some kind of look there... like... jealousy? Nah. That'd be crazy. 

"Thomas," she finally muttered, looking back down at her book. "Please continue from act two." 

Crisp sighed as a bunny a few tables away continued reading. It looked as if he was in the clear, at least for now. Laying his head down on the book in front of him, the young wolf began to relax a little more. Maybe all of the recent craziness was over now. He certainly didn't feel horny anymore, or at least not as cock-throbbingly horny as he was before he had walked into the wrong classroom. 

"Yours, if you talk of tails; and so, farewell." 

"Crisp, please read the end of the passage." 

His eyes bolted open. Sitting up and quickly flipping through the book on his desk, Crisp began to feel the weight of sixteen pairs of eyes staring at him. He tried his best not to look up from his page-flipping, but he could feel his face beginning to heat up... and that wasn't the only part.

This is it, he thought to himself. This is where I fail. Everything is just becoming too much, and I can't even find the stupid page I'm meant to recite! 

[...'What, with my tongue in your tail?'] Said a familiar voice in his head. Crisp paused, and slowly looked up to the teacher, whose eyes were indeed boring into his own. 

"U-uh... What, with my tongue in your tail?" 

"...Excellent." She muttered, once again returning to her own pages. "Moordock, please begin from a midsummer's night dream, act five, scene one." 

The young wolf sighed, though not too loudly - with the stiffness slowly growing in his underpants, he didn’t want to bring undue attention upon himself. He crossed his legs, hoping nobody would notice... but the feeling of those eyes staring at him didn't leave him for a moment. 

Once more, the world began to have a slightly more blurred out feel. The sound of another student speaking in his bored voice suddenly took on a sarcastic, taunting tone. 

"O, kiss me through the hole in this vile wall!" 

“Blerhg.” Crisp said under his breath as he laid his head down once more upon the multifaceted book. He tried to ignore the mocking tone in which the wolf uttered lines from his paperback tome. 

“I kiss the wall’s hole,” Moordock snidely stated, putting odd emphasis on key words. “Not your lips at all!” 

[The wall is a boy] 

‘Oh shut up.’ Crisp thought to himself, trying his best to blot out the voice in his head. Instead, he focused on the play the class was collectively narrating. It was true that the “wall” was a person, but as far as he could tell there wasn’t anything that risque about what was being-- 

“Would thy wall like it’s hole kissed? With thine tongue in thy cheek?” 

...It was olden times, Crisp frantically thought to himself, closing his eyes tight. The words probably had a different meaning back then. With that belief held firmly at heart, the young wolf sat up and stretched his neck, still with his eyes closed. As long as they were closed, he couldn’t be persuaded any imagery was going on that wasn’t. 

“Oohh, Thisbe, thine stinger works through thine own eyes, you pluck merrily at my inner sanctum as if it were a profession!” 

He heard a groan. No, not a groan, it was probably just… just an odd inflection. Yeah, in “oh” or something like that. Sex was definitely not going on right in front of him. Crisp was absolutely sure of that. So infallibly sure, in fact, that he chose that moment to open his eyes. 

Crisp immediately ducked to avoid a pair of airborne underpants. 

In front of him was quite the scene. The early afternoon light flittered through the high open window of the classroom and down onto bare fur, which shivered and quaked, sending miniscule droplets of sweat into the already richly layered air. Three people Crisp had never seen before were right in front of him, although how they got there was not at all one of his first concerns. 

A tall, undoubtedly male yet oddly effeminate rabbit was standing, leaning heavily against the desk in front of him almost to the extent of sitting on it. He was twitching and moaning out softly as another boy, a slightly broad, rather tall sample of perfect genetics was between his legs, lapping with the noise and happiness that only a spaniel could bring to the act. He didn’t even seem to notice the rabbit’s throbbing, bouncing cock gently tapping against his forehead.  

The third figure Crisp almost didn’t notice, although that was likely due to the rather distracting action going on barely a foot away from his face. The previously unnoticed figure was a lion, and a rather proud one at that - he was sitting behind the twitching, moaning bunny with his legs either side of the effeminate… “wall”. 

Crisp had just clicked on to what was happening. 

“Wilt thou at thundering fate’s tomb with me straight away?” Asked the lion, in a far-off sounding voice. The young spectating wolf simply let his chin rest on his paw and watched. There was no stopping what was coming, he thought to himself as his other paw slid under the desk. In fact, it was a relief to feel the release of his jeans as he unbuttoned and unzipped them as quietly as possible. 

The lion’s paws were also making a southward journey - after caressing the young bunny’s small bicep affectionately, his fingers trickled down the soft, white belly as if water down a leaf. Even the bunny’s loud moan and jutting hips didn’t interrupt their voyage across the ample hips, and soon enough they found their mark. 

The spaniel, taking a short break from juggling the bunny’s balls with his nose and exploring his depths with the very talented tongue he was blessed with, happily barked out a response. It was even in the same far-off kind of tone as the lion.

“Tide Life, Tide Death…” 

Crisp froze. His throbbing member in-paw and with precum soaking a spot through his terrifyingly tight-feeling underpants, he couldn’t bring himself to continue wordless. At the same time, he knew what would happen if he spoke up… 

“Fuck it.” He said out loud, devoting both paws to his beltline in a hurried push of his jeans. Suddenly, they were at his ankles, as were his stained underpants. He tried to kick them off, but in vain; instead, he simply spread his knees and laid back, one paw dancing gracefully across his pent-up member. 

Now fully able to take in the show, Crisp found himself watching far more intently. The soft laps of the canine as he plunged into the bunny’s tight ring, the young boy’s errant moans and gasps of passion as it did so… and through it all, the lion’s firm grasp of his shaft from behind. The young wolf could tell that he was holding ‘Wall’ back from orgasm, which could topple over his limit at any moment, resulting in the one line that the spaniel had missed out. 

That information only made Crisp pleasure himself harder. He was already ready to burst, and he’d barely begun - the scene was far too hot to let expire so early. His body was against him, however - his heart raced to the pants and groans of the young boy in the mits of the domming duo, every unexpected moan or high-pitched gasp pushed him further and further against the edge. 

Just as the young wolf was becoming overcome with pleasure, he heard an all-too familiar voice… 

[Tide Life… ]

“N-no! Please!” Crisp yelped out, his limbs twitching of their own accord. He took his paw away from his throbbing, soaked member, only to see two laces snake up and wrap around it. 

[...Tide Death…] The voice spoke, with a hint of malice in it’s voice. The laces around Crisp’s eager canine member began to move, sending pulses of pleasure and waves of all-encompassing euphoria crashing against his body as boiling waves against rocks.  

[...I come without delay.] 

Crisp closed his eyes. He didn’t really have a choice as his body had decided to contort without his permission, but if he did have a choice he would have done it anyway. The vision vanished, as did the smells of sexual endeavors and the rosy tint that he had seen everything through. As his body hit the wall of climax, he was suddenly aware that he was in the middle of a fully packed classroom, and once more all fifteen sets of eyes were upon him… naked, in his seat. 

That was the last thing that sent him over the edge. Howling up at the ceiling, Crisp felt a moment of absolute bliss. Every stroke against his body was a treasure of sexual desire, his needing, begging-for-release cock was aflame with a need like no other. The culmination of the young wolf’s arousal for the last fourty five minutes wracked through his body like a spring being released. 

His claws dug into the desk hard enough to splinter the cheap wood, and on the underside his cock gave forth spool after spool of hot, steaming canine cream which painted the desk’s underside. Crisp felt every last drop of it shoot forth from his twitching doggy cock, his hips bucking forward slightly with every last drizzle as it dripped slowly down his shaft and collected in a small pool on his seat. 

Even after his orgasm, his body shivered and shook. Flashing images in his mind of what he’d seen ran rampant behind his eyes, and each one of them elicited another wave of twitches and shivering. Only after every last millilitre of his backlog had spilled onto the classroom furniture, floor and even his own jeans did his loud howling cease… and only then did he open his eyes once more. 

“...Sorry, Mrs--” 
That’s all Crisp got out before the chaos began. There was shouting from his teacher across the room while the students were a mix of disgust, giggling and outright laughter. There were plenty more laughing and giggling than were silent, and soon the door opened and the chaos got even louder. Students and teachers had come in wondering what the noise had been, while Mrs. Norton yelled through a mix of shock, embarrassment and anger. Crisp knew all of this, but for the life of him, he couldn’t care. 

Instead of reacting to any one of the outside stimuli, he simply laid his head against the desk, pulled up his sodden jeans slightly and waited for all of the chaos that had been raging inside him for seemingly weeks to finally die down.

“He did WHAT?” 

Crisp heard his mother exclaim as soon as he opened the front door. He saw her through the hallway, clutching the phone and her own head in disbelief. Pausing for a moment, he thought perhaps if she didn’t see him, he could simply slip upstairs… 

“Hang on, he’s just come in.” She said, turning toward him and confirming his fears at the same time. Her face was a mixture of confusion and shock, though the young wolf knew what would come later. Shouting, screaming, awkward questions he couldn’t answer… he closed the front door and started his journey upstairs. She didn’t stop him, or even question him; the look was more than enough. 

Finally, with the last ounce of energy he held in his orgasm-wracked, exausted and mildly moist body, Crisp the wolf fell backward onto his bed and closed his eyes. For a moment, perhaps he could pretend none of this had happened… his mind raced with what he’d gone through for the past three days. The embarrassment, the torment, and all since he got those new-- 

Suddenly, Crisp sat bolt upright. The shoes! 
He put his paws against his head in shock. How could he have missed such an obvious thing?! None of this had happened before he got those new shoes, and only now did he remember just how heavily they featured in his public discrepancies. His eyes slowly drifted down to his feet, where his still shiny, bright red shoes shone innocently back at him. 

He dove at them, which (considering their location) proved somewhat fruitless. Tossing and turning atop his bed, Crisp worked hard to bite and claw at the shoes; one came off, with very little resistance. The other soon followed, and both were promptly thrown hard against the far corner of the room, where they stayed. 
 
Crisp stared at them. He was sure they were responsible… right? 
It’d make sense, he thought to himself. But… maybe it was just…

Shaking his head, Crisp buried his head into his pillows to get away from his thoughts. 

“It wasn’t just me.” He said into the comforting fabric. “I’m not a pervert… not that kind of pervert, anyways.” 

Soon, the young wolf found his mind drifting away from the classroom embarrassment. He found himself dreaming of nicer, far more regular things… there was a dinosaur, only it had chainsaws for hands (which Crisp found hilarious due to their tiny size). Just as he was beginning to forget all about his worries, his bedroom door opened. 

“Crisp, get up. You’ll be late.” 
Suddenly finding both his limbs and his eyes far heavier than he remembered, Crisp pulled his head out of his pillows and squinted. His room was suddenly full of shining light, and he had the distinct feeling that time had passed. 

“I’ll… be right down.” he mumbled, kicking off his covers. Apparently he had the right of mind enough to remove his utterly ruined clothes last night. At least, that’s what he assumed - he slipped out of his bed and shivered slightly in the morning light. All of his clothes were in a pile in the corner, besides the… 

“Fucking hell!” Crisp exclaimed, staring down at his feet. Shining brightly, almost arrogantly in the light flittering through his window were two bright green, glittering shoes - identical to his red pair besides the colour. 

Of course, the first thing he tried was tugging them off of his feet. This time, they didn’t come away so easily - or, in fact, at all. After five minutes or so of trying his hardest, he slumped himself against his bed. 

“This is impossible.” He muttered softly, glaring at the newly acquired footwear. His feet twitched in response. 

Wait… no, that’s not right. Crisp glared down at his feet, this time far more studiously. They remained still, except when he moved his feet on his own accord. 

“That’s better.” He said softly, before standing up and walking over to his clothes dresser to get dressed. 

“Crisp!” He heard from outside his room. “C’mon pup, don’t make me come in there!” 

Tugging a shirt over his head, he yelled back to her. “I’m coming! Give me a second, jeez!” 
Once more, he felt his feet move under him, but when he looked down to investigate, there was nothing there that wasn’t meant to be. His feet were stationary, and his sheath was only mildly swollen from his typical morning glory. 

He sighed, hurriedly grabbing some loosely-fitting jeans and forcing them on around his sparkling shoes. 

“If you think today is going to be like yesterday,” he muttered to his feet as he forced them through the jean legs. “You’re wrong.” This time, his feet definitely twitched. 

[No… you’re the one who’s wrong, pup.]

Crisp’s ears flicked as he heard that voice again, despite there being no one around. Suddenly, his feet began twitching more and more, it got to the point where his feet were almost always blurred in movement. Just as he began to lose his balance, his right foot began tapping up and down as if following some kind of unheard beat, helping him stay upright in the process. Soon, his other foot joined in and before he knew it, his feet were doing a sort of in-sync tap dancing routine.

The wolf just looked down in shock in awe as he saw these shoes making his feet tap dance, and dance well!

“Crisp!  What’s going on!?” his mother yelled from the stairwell, evidently irate at his procrastination. “Come down here now before you’re late!”

And just like that, the shoes had stopped tapping and Crisp was in full control of his feet once more.

“And just what the fuck was that?” He had asked the shoes as he caught his breath.

[Just getting ready for another great day…]

Right after he heard that, his feet clicked his heels together a few times and soon Crisp felt a huge pressure go straight to his groin. He looked down, hardly shocked when he saw a huge tent forcing itself out in the open.

“Oh man…”  Crisp groaned. This was going to be another long day for him… and of course his sparkling green shoes. 
The End