Ray looked down at the three tickets in his hand, a large smile on his face as today was the day he and his friends will be seeing their favourite death-metal band. Ray and his friends, Andy and Saul had saved up their money for weeks in order to get these and now it was time to head on out, meet his friends, and experience two and a half hours of screeching guitars, blood-curdling vocals, and badass stage effects.

The blue, black, and orange furred, bi-tailed wolf of athletic build looked at himself in the mirror. Icy blue eyes stared back, his black hair with orange and blue highlights swept to one side. He wore a grey t-shirt with the band’s logo upon it that was beginning to fade, some black cargo trousers, and ankle-high boots. Feeling ready for the night ahead, Ray picked up his phone off the dresser, dialled up one of his friends, and waited for them to answer.

“Hey, Ray” Saul greeted him over the phone. Saul was a blue and white-furred corgi with bright yellow hair. He was with him and Ray’s other friend: Andy, a fox with fur akin to a roaring fire, his other noticeable feature being a thin chain with dog tags resting on his neck. “Me and Andy are at the usual coffee shop, just waiting for you to come on over,”

“Yeah, just going out the door” Ray replies, having done as he said, now walking down the stairs of his apartment block. “Like I can’t wait for tonight, this has been on my mind all week!” The wolf added, his already large anticipation growing for hearing those loud, gritty guitars and intense vocals that the band was known for, live. That response made Saul and Andy audibly wince, Ray able to hear that. “What gives? They change the date or something?” Hoping for the best outcome, concerned by that noise they made.

“Well…” Saul took a deep breath, trying to find the best way to answer his friend. “Ray…they had to cancel,” Ray stopped right in his tracks, all that work to get those tickets feeling wasted and that bubble of hype and excitement having been burst by those piercing words.

“Y-You’re shitting me, right!?” He asks in a raised tone. Hoping this was just a playful little prank and that they were about to break out in laughter and tell him that they just won a raffle to gain three backstage passes and their newest album that the tour was promoting. “Come on, stop joking with me,”

“He isn’t, dude,” The voice of Andy began to explain. “Turns out a few of the members came down pretty bad with the flu. So the rest of their tour was cancelled until they feel a hundred percent again,” They both could hear Ray emit a deep sigh that contained hints of anger on the other side of the phone.

“Well, that’s fucking great…” Ray said back in growing anger, looking down at those tickets in his hands “Well now what? I got these worthless tickets, best tear them up and get a refund…” He muttered 

“Well, you can always do that, or see if they’ll be eligible for when they play here again, or…” Saul stopped speaking as he wondered if he should let him know about the other bit, not wanting to light the fuse of his friend’s rising anger.

“Or?” Ray’s ears piqued up along with their curiosity. He wondered what Saul was going to say, hoping it would make up for the cancellation.

“You see, the concert hall is giving free admission to ticket holders of the concert, but…”

“What is it? A musical, a pantomime, a pop concert?” The wolf questioned, wanting to try and guess what it was though in the end, it didn’t matter much “I’m okay with anything, as long as it isn’t b-”

“It’s ballet” Andy interrupted his friend, much to Saul’s dismay, knowing all too well what he had done. 

“B-Ballet…” Ray clenched his teeth, and that anger proceeded to boil to the point of no return from having learned what they could be watching instead of their favourite death-metal band.

“Y-yeah… It was the only available act. You don’t have to come with us, just me and Andy can go see it,” Saul heard Ray huff out in anger from his reply. “W-We’ll need the tickets though, will you be okay to bring them over?” The corgi added. Ray took a deep breath in order to calm down despite still feeling angry, he didn’t want to see that act, but he knew his friends may enjoy it.

“Fine, I’ll see you guys later” Ray answers before hanging up. “Fucking ballet, ruining the best day of my life,” he says to himself, putting his phone away and proceeding out the doors of his apartment complex.

Ray hated ballet since he was young. The girly outfits, calm music, and elegant dancing weren’t to his liking at all, he couldn’t get why people liked it and paid money to watch it. Another thing he didn’t know was why men partook in it, it looked so weird to see men in tights just dancing alongside those tutu-wearing ladies. This hatred had festered even more thanks to the stupid performance replacing his favourite metal band. He began to think that those dancers must’ve had something to do with the cancellation like they poisoned them or had deceived people into paying for a metal concert only for it to be them instead.

The wolf made his way down the lamp-lit road and towards the bus stop, having almost missed his bus to the high street. He sat down in the back, sulking while looking at the many sights from behind the window of the public transport. After ten minutes the bus came to Ray’s destination, coming to a halt, the wolf got off and started walking down the high street. He saw several people walk by, happily chatting and enjoying the evening. Meanwhile, the wolf could only think of how to spend the rest of the day, having nothing planned now, thanks to stupid ballet.

That anger only became worse when he walked past the concert hall, seeing several queuing up by the door, however, the thing that really angered him was on the wall. He saw a poster for the highly anticipated metal band, almost covered up by a poster advertising the ballet performance. Ray growled, his fists clenched in anger.

“Stupid ballet!” Ray shouted out, bringing out his claws, angrily tearing off the poster from the wall and clumping it up into a ball “Why do people enjoy this dumb dancing with vintage music and sissy outfits anyway?” Throwing that ‘ball’ into the alleyway. A crowd of people started looking at the ranting wolf going off on a tangent about how stupid ballet was and just blaming it to hell and back. Ray’s venting soon caught the attention of a certain individual who felt obliged to butt in, feeling angered by his harsh comments relating to the iconic dance.

“Excuse me...” said an unknown figure with the voice of an elegant male coming from the alley, he soon came out of the shadows to reveal himself. He was a squirrel with fur white as snow, amethyst purple eyes, slim body, and flowing white hair like that of a lady, his hair had streaks of purple and was tied back into a ponytail, and his face was prettied up with makeup in order to help him stand out more in the light and look even better than it did without. He wore a black set of tights with a regal black overcoat with golden regalia on the chest, epaulettes, and cufflinks, if it wasn’t for their masculine attire and deep voice, Ray would’ve thought a flat-chested female squirrel came over to argue with him.

“I’ll have you know that people enjoy ballet for the elegance on display and the stories it tells, it’s a beautiful performance, but I can tell by your vulgar comments that you don’t see at all!” He told Ray, stopping his rant for only a while until he decided to fight back with his words.

“So? It’s still dumb, just watching people dance in girly attire for two hours, where’s the fun in that?” He retorts with, “Besides, don’t you feel dumb wearing those girly tights and shoes?” pointing down at his white pointe shoes. This comment annoyed the squirrel, even more, that wolf just acting pathetically now, trying to find any reason to complain and talk poorly about the art of ballet.

“I’ll have you know that this is what all men wear when it comes to ballet. And as the head choreographer for this recital, I feel honoured to present the talent of myself and my co-performers to those that enjoy such a historical form of dance” He explained with a hand on his chest whilst expressing his love for ballet, despite being more of a feminine interest rather than masculine. “Now please stop making a ruckus before I have to do something about this myself!” The squirrel threatened in a formal manner, having a perfect idea in mind to teach the wolf a lesson; but he knew it was quite the punishment for someone making a scene and ranting about ballet and calling it a crime to the performing arts.

Ray scoffed “What are you going to do? You already ruined my day by cancelling what was gonna be an amazing concert and replacing it with your stupid boring ballet recital,” That was the point of no return for the wolf.

“Right then…” The squirrel, now angered, reached down into a bag beside him, “Maybe you’ll learn by trying these on for a while,” he says, presenting him with what was in the bag. Pink ballet shoes, like those you’d see girly girls wear on animated shows to promote dolls to children. The lead choreographer tossed them at Ray, who caught them with a confused smile on their face.

“Hah, you think I’m going to wear these stupid shoes?” He scoffs at the squirrel, throwing that girly footwear to the ground. Watching those shoes about to land on the dirty floor, the squirrel looked at them, knowing what he was about to do, the wolf deserved it for how he treated the dance.

“No. I know you will!” A smirk similar to what a demon would make forming on that rodent’s face, he raised his hand up, snapping his fingers. The shoes never hit the floor, instead, they began to float off the ground a clear yet visible, sparkling aura surrounding them. He watched the confusion on Ray’s face, his own shoes vanishing and those tiny pointes fitting perfectly on him, that ribbon tying around his ankles and finishing with a cute bow.

“W-What the hell?!” Ray gasped out in shock, finding himself on his toes, arms positioned above him. That was the least of his worries, he saw that aura cover his body and in a blink of an eye, his clothes were gone, with the ability to be modest and cover himself non-existent, thanks to those magical shoes. The people in the queue watched in shock and moved closer to the nude wolf, an unwanted blush of embarrassment on his face as his body, especially his large, furry sack was now in view.

“Now…dance~” The squirrel snapped his fingers and the wolf did as he commanded, or more so the shoes did. Those shoes were magically crafted by him for whenever he met someone that dared anger him, such as today with this loud-mouthed wolf.

Ray couldn’t believe what his body was doing, the motions, the poses, the elegance, he was performing ballet! It was making him sick to his stomach and he wanted to stop, yet no matter what he couldn’t. Ray could just see himself in the reflection of the concert hall window, he was appalled that his naked body was put on display and commanded to perform what he considered to be the worst type of dance in history by a girly squirrel. He stares at the squirrel, teeth gritted and rage in his blue eyes.

“S-Stop this!” Ray begged the squirrel that was watching on with a smug expression.

“Why should I?” He asks, crossing his arms, that anger-inducing smirk just irritating Ray, who just wanted this to be over, feeling like he learned his lesson. “Clearly you’re enjoying this as well~” he added with a devious chuckle 

Ray wondered what he meant, but it became clear when he looked down. The wolf’s golden manhood was starting to leave the confines of his sheathe. Unlike other wolves, Ray didn't just have two tails, but two penises too! canine in nature with bulbous knots that rubbed against each other.
   
“I-It’s cold, dammit!” He responds with, not wanting to admit that being on display was the other reason, wishing doing the whole force ballet routine would keep him soft. “P-Please…I’m sorry, just make me stop doing this stupid dance!” He begs, only to see the squirrel frown.

“I won’t…” 

“W-Why!?” tears started to form in his eyes, now seeing people taking out their cameras to take photos and record the dancing wolf.

“You know why, all those comments regarding the performance I hold dear to my heart” He raised his fingers again, Ray thought he saw his eyes flash red for a second. “In fact, I’ll make you enjoy it” The squirrel snapped his fingers once again, that aura surrounding those shoes returned to cover his cocks, a sudden jolt touched them, like he was feeling a vibrator tap them.

“Ahhh, w-what the fuck?!” Ray moaned, more and more of those pleasurable sensations brought him to full mast, much to his dismay, knowing everyone was watching him dance like a majestic ballerina, whilst hard and moaning, his lengths swelling with the magical feelings this squirrel placed on him.

“Now, you have somewhere to go, right?” The squirrel snapped his fingers for a final time. Ray’s legs started to walk him down the road, right past the crowd that formed a path for him to come by, allowing those recording to get a good view of his desperation and seeing him prance and dance across the road, wishing he could hide his manhood from view.

“P-Please…I’m sorry, just let me stop!” Ray’s pleas fell on deaf ears, that squirrel having moved back into the alley, the crowd going out of view as he was sent around the corner. The two-tailed wolf was jumping and spinning around in an amazing sight of lewd ballet, each of his motions and steps seems to bring him closer and closer to orgasm; but no matter what he couldn’t, it was as if he was chastised or a strong force was placed on his tips, not allowing his seed to fire out and instead allow gallons of pre to leak down his cocks and onto the pavement, like a waterfall. He wished it couldn't get any worse.

“Young man!” the voice of an elderly cat came from his side of him. She and her friend, a hedgehog of similar age looked on in shock at the indecency on display. “How dare you think you can get away with such acts in public!”

“Ahh…ma'am it’s not my fault” Ray moved away from them, moaning out and leaking much more as if he was a lady in heat. “I-It’s the shoes, they’re forcing me to do it!” This completely accurate response was returned with a painful spank to his cheeks by a rather filled handbag.

“How dare you make such a pathetic excuse, you should be locked away!” The ladies just huffed and walked away in disgust, leaving the wolf to be seen by many others, including waltzing by folks that enjoyed the view, even encouraging or erotically teasing him.

“Dang boy, you free later on? Maybe you could give me a private dance session~”

“Rock that body, you sexy hunk”

“Keep on at it, boy!” this includes a dollar being placed into his unwilling hands, only to be dropped a few steps later

“You do fine ballet, wonder what else you’re good at~” 

These comments made the straight as an arrow wolf blush but also made him angry that he was forced into such a scenario where he can be called such things.

“F-Fuck off!” 

“I-I don’t swing that way”

“Leave me alone, already!”

Were a few of the replies Ray came up with, showing his sharp teeth at all who were egging him on, despite having no control over how long or how good he did…

“Ooo, playing hard to get, sugar?” The voice of a femboy lion coming from behind. Ray was forced to turn around, hands above his head as feet tapped against the ground, now realizing he had made it to a popular club that was made by and for queer people. He learned about the place from Saul and Andy; both being openly gay and proud, he did learn they accepted straight folk, but still, he felt odd about visiting it. But now here he was, fully naked outside the gay bar.

“N-No, it’s not that at all” He blustered out, feeling slightly flustered by looking at the girly lion dressed in fishnets and leather, feeling irked by being flirted with by another guy. “I-It’s these dumb shoes!”

“Mmm, you sure~” A set of hands resting on his shoulders, a muscular owl looking down at them “Y’know, I bet the folks inside would enjoy the performance if you’re willing to spend some time with us~” He licked his beak. The way he said ‘us’ made it clear to the wolf that these two were romantically together and that gave him a good guess as to what sort of time they’d be having together with him.

“N-No Thanks, I-I’m straight!” He cries out, his body moving once again, prancing him down the sidewalk, the lion following along with a small grimace “S-Sorry bout that” Ray apologized.

“Aww, that’s a shame, but I understand,” The lion responded to his answer in acceptance, keeping up with his prancing “But if you’re ever questioning yourself, just pop on by and look for me, sugar~” giving him a wink and walked away, leaving Ray alone and heading back to his larger lover.

Ray emitted a sigh of relief, he was glad that awkward encounter was over, but still, he had to deal with this whole issue of wearing sissy pink pointe shoes, performing a dance he despised, and forced to be on edge with no sign of release at all.

“Please be over soon…” He wished, but it seems karma had something else in mind. The wolf crossed the road, drivers and passengers of cars looking on in shock, he couldn’t stand people looking at him anymore and shut his eyes tight. He could hear gasps and comments of disgust, the sound of phones taking pictures of him, people laughing at the pickle he was in, and those that teased the wolf for his dancing, even flirting with him and calling him cute. It soon all became a blur of horrid memories he wanted to forget, yet the worst was yet to come… 

His body was getting tired and his feet started to ache, this wasn’t just embarrassing and undesirably pleasurable, it was pain. He feared this might be the case for the rest of the day and he wasn’t looking forward to it.
Please stop, please stop, please stop, Was all that he thought of, hearing shocks and gasps of the people he was disturbing and burning that sight into their eyes. He didn’t even realize where he was now until he heard some familiar voices.

“W-WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“R-RAY?!” 

The voices of Saul and Andy brought Ray back to his senses, he now remembered what the squirrel said. ‘you have somewhere to go, right?’ Ray opened his eyes and found himself looking right at the corgi and fox, an expression of shock and embarrassment on their faces, seeing their friend dancing in the nude at their favourite coffee shop.

“Oh, F-Fuck…” he gasped out loud, recognizing where he was and seeing all the patrons looking at him dance like he was in ‘The Nutcracker’. He sees Saul turn away with a blush on his face, not wanting to watch their friend’s actions any longer, he thought Andy would do the same; but instead heard laughter coming from them.

“Oh my gosh!” Andy couldn’t help but chuckle seeing his straight best friend prance around in baby pink ballet slippers. “I always thought you were a bottom, but never knew you were a femboy sissy that loved ballet this much~” he lifted his phone up, recording the sight in front of him, seeing those cocks throb and twitch “Anything else you lying about, you girly wolf?” He Chuckled, seeing others chastise or laugh at his friend  

“G-Guys…I’m not doing this, it’s these stupid cursed shoes!” He tells them, using his head to gesture down to the accursed  shoes “P-Please help…” Ray now spinning in place, his moves at the level of an expert performer.

“Why should I? This is amazing!” The fox added with a playful grin, enjoying the act his friend was putting on. “You’re clearly enjoying being such a perv in public as well~” Focusing his phone’s camera on Ray’s dripping arousal, watching them pulsate and crave for release. The response from Andy made Ray angry once again, gritting his teeth once again, that anger he once felt at the squirrel now aimed at his fiery-furred friend.

“What’s the matter, annoyed that I’m telling the truth, Ray, the sissy ballerina?” Andy’s taunting only stoked the fire of Ray’s rage

“ANDY, WHEN I CAN STOP, I’M GOING TO RIP YOUR TONGUE OUT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR A-”

“RAY, ANDY BOTH OF YOU PLEASE CALM DOWN!” Saul shouted, being the voice of reason in this situation. “We’ll try and find a way to help him out, won’t we Andy?” Andy still chuckling

“Oh come on, who would believe that some magical ballet shoes would strip someone down and force them to dance?” He asked, this whole situation sounded like poppycock to him

“Andy, he’s clearly telling the truth,” Saul spoke out, pointing to the nearly visible magical aura, knowing his friend would never perform ballet or even expose himself and be this indecent in public. “Stop recording him and help him out!” The corgi carefully walked on up to Ray, hoping to find a way to stop his friend’s actions. Andy knew it was the right thing to do as well, he sighed deeply and stopped recording.

“Fine, let’s see what we can do,” Andy got up and went on over to his body-controlled friend as Saul did. They were unsure what to do, looking at each other with confusion. “Any ideas, Saul?” He asked his friend, hoping he had something in mind.

“He did say it was the shoes that were doing it to him, maybe we can take them off and he’ll be back to normal?”

“Sounds good, let’s try it!” Andy and Saul looked at their pirouetting friend. Ray hoped this would work hearing Andy add “On three?” with Saul nodding

“One…” Andy hunching over, ready to dive straight at Ray’s legs.

“Two…” Saul copied his friend in hopes they can save their friend from doing something even lewder.
 
“Three!” Andy shouted, the two canines jumped Ray, aiming for the cursed ballet slippers. As they got close they saw him leap to the side, leaving the two on the floor, watching him dance and sweat. The wolf wished this was all a dream and he’ll wake up, ready to go to that death metal concert with his besties; instead of this cursed erotic embarrassment, he was forced to partake in by that ballet dancing squirrel.

His cocks throbbed and dripped his pre onto the wooden floor like a leaky tap, he needed release at this rate, he was unsure if his penises could withstand the teasing anymore.

“F-FUCK WHY WON’T IT STOP!?” He cried out, prancing about the coffee shop, giving every customer a good view of his ballet moves and members, seeing people annoyed, laughing or taking pics of him, like many did whilst outside, it felt worse with it being around an establishment he and his friends were regulars of, would they even be allowed back after this whole conundrum.

But then he stopped, Andy and Saul just saw him stand on his tippy toes at one end of the coffee shop. Ray could see people watching him from both sides and in front of him, even those watching from outside the window.

“I-Is it over?” He asked, but a jolt of pleasure in his cocks and the inability to move his limbs proved him wrong. Soon he found himself in a hasty prance, jumping into the air with his legs split.

“OH FUCK!” Ray realized what he was forced to perform: A landing split. He couldn’t perform the splits without this curse, it was too painful and he wasn’t that flexible either, so it was almost impossible; but here he was, in mid-air, legs far apart.

“Nononononono” Was all Ray could say, everything seemed to be in slow-motion as he watched that floor come closer and closer, until…

“F-FUUUUUUUCK!” The tri-coloured wolf howled out, his lower body in immense pain, balls nearly touching the ground, a crowd had formed around the orgasm-denied wolf, with Saul and Andy having a direct view of him. They watched him leave that split position and sat on the ground, something Ray wanted to happen, much to his surprise. The wolf looked down past their crotch and to his feet, the slippers having vanished, returning all body control to the wolf.

“T-There gone!” He said in a state of joy, only to realize what else that meant, his cocks were no longer put on edge, able to intensely throb, ready to fire off like cannons.

“oh no…”  Ray’s situation had just gotten better and was about to get worse again, he was about to cum onto his best friends, he could only shut his eyes and brace for what was to happen. 

He moaned in orgasmic relief, hearing those lewd splurting noises emitting from his lengths and onto what he thought were the other two canines; but instead, he felt an odd warmth that was sticky. Opening his eyes revealed to the wolf the clothes he wore today and a clear wet patch between his legs…

“Oh thank god…” He praised whatever luck he had, his clothes returning just in time to make himself feel slightly less of an embarrassment to his friend. He was still cumming hard though, that stain taking over more and more of his trousers and getting darker with each rope of seed from his lengths. After a minute or so of cumming out all the spunk in his sack, the wolf could finally relax, no longer needing to worry about the public indecency and just about forgetting about today, and the fox taking photos of him.

“ANDY YOU FUCK!” Ray stood up in anger, grasping his friend. The fox just chuckled

“Relax dude, I’m gonna delete all those, don’t worry” 

“Y-You better” The wolf let go of his friend, still annoyed at Andy for teasing him and daring to take pictures.

“Umm, hey Ray” Saul spoke up once more, he and his friend looking at the blue and white-furred corgi, “Do you happen to have those tickets on you?”

“Y-yeah,” Ray said as he took the three tickets out of his pocket. “Here…” Saul took two of them from his hand

“T-thanks, honestly me and Andy are sorta excited to see ballet, sounds like a fun experience~” He admitted before adding “Besides, we can easily pay for two more tickets when they go on sale once again,” Ray still wanted to be angry by the fact he won’t be seeing a metal concert and that his friends didn’t seem to care, but he couldn’t at his friends, nor did he have the energy to, instead he just shrugged.

“Alright, that’s fair…” He said in a defeated voice looking down at his messy trousers, the crowd had dispersed, leaving the three together now. “I-I’m just going to head back home and…forget this day ever happened” He turned around and made his way to the door, walking back to the bus stop with a cloud of shame over him that won’t leave him for a long time, he himself was to blame for it, and ballet…and that squirrel for fucking with him too.

With the two-tailed wolf gone, Saul looked at his phone and checked his gallery. There was a page-worth of pictures of Ray dancing and fully erect, he couldn’t help but blush, having dared take some photos too.

“Heh, I knew I saw you snap a few pics,” Andy said, taking a peek at his phone from over their shoulder. Saul quickly turned his phone off, angrily blushing at the fox

“A-At least I didn’t make it obvious!” Saul retorted, annoyed by his friend “B-Besides, I’m gonna delete these as well, and you will too!”

“Heh” Andy just smirked, presenting him with the muted video of Ray’s erotic performance “No promises~” That response had the corgi sigh deeply, knowing he would delete the photos at the end of the day.

“P-Please do so after the ballet performance,” Saul requested, not wanting to ruin the friendship they had with Ray any further.
 
“Fine…I will, sheesh” He said in a sarcastic manner to make it seem that he was forced to “You don’t have to be so pushy you cute thing” teasing the corgi by messing his hair with his fiery fur paw.

“S-Stop that... Anyway, we should be going,” He exclaimed, embarrassed by his friend’s actions as they exited the coffee shop, making their way to the concert hall, hoping to be just in time for the ballet recital.