Crisp's Sneaker Adventure

A story by:

Kilted Jackalope

Foreword:

All characters copyright their original owners and used with permission.  The character of Crisp in its entirety belongs to Friske Crisp (https://inkbunny.net/FriskeCrisps).  All other characters belong to Kilted Jackalope.  Original story by Kilted Jackalope.  No wuskies or alsatians were seriously harmed in the making of this story, though several gallons of gatorade were needed to replenish lost fluids.  One caterer was particularly upset after everyone in the production crew got the giggles when a raccoon tried to eat an entire sausage by deep-throating it.   The author assumes no responsibility for any keyboards ruined from fluids spewing forth do to the content of this story.  

Part 1 - The Package
Crisp had just returned from the campus bookstore, the wusky's arms full of supplies that almost completely obscured his sight.  He leaned against his door and fumbled with his keys, blindly trying to find the right one that fit the lock.  So it was no wonder he didn't even see the small box sitting at the base of the door.  Once he finally managed to guess the correct key to insert and open his door, he tripped nearly to his death over the box at his feet, sending a semester's worth of books, notebooks, lab supplies, and Crisp careening across his dorm room floor.  
Confused and surrounded by scattered books, Crisp sat up and dusted himself off, looking around for what could have possibly tried to kill him like this.  He leaned over and retrieved the box from where he'd kicked it.  It was a little bigger than a shoe box and wrapped with brown packing paper.  It was addressed to him clearly enough and... wrapped with twine tied in a bow?  Who does that anymore?  Crisp shrugged and assumed it was a care package from his mom or someone and set it aside on the bed for now.  He could look at it later after he got this mess cleaned up.
Tomorrow was the start of spring semester, the final installment of Crisp's freshman year at college.  So far, college had been mostly fun and interesting, but the heavy workload had left him precious little time for himself or his needs.  Crisp had never had an actual boyfriend before.  He found himself wondering a lot lately if having one would make things easier or harder in college.  Crisp chuckled to himself.  Well, at least some parts would be harder anyway.  There was certainly no shortage of attractive looking boys on campus, but he barely had enough time to eat, study, and sleep.  Where was an exhausted wusky like him going to find the time to go out with someone?  Of course, that would be assuming that he could ever summon the courage to even ask someone out.
Crisp flopped down on the bed and sighed, kicking his shoes off his paws and savoring the moment to relax before all the chaos started up again tomorrow.  Probably better not to dwell on non-existent relationships right now.  He barely made it through last semester alive.  The last thing he needed right now was another distraction.  His paw idly reached down and rubbed the front of his blue jeans, feeling the lump of his cock twitch sleepily in his underwear and wonder if it was finally play time.  The wusky looked over at his laptop on the desk and tried to make up his mind if he was tired and wanted a nap or had enough energy to bring up some quick porn and have a little fun.  His sex throbbed lazily, wanting him to make up his mind or at least stop teasing like this.  
Crisp glanced back over at the twine wrapped package and decided instead to open that up and see what his mom had sent him.  He inspected the writing on the front and quirked his ears to the side.  He didn't recognize the script at all.  And the postmark was in several foreign languages.  He shook the box curiously, but his fluffy ears only heard the sounds of packing paper crinkling against something inside.  Shrugging, the wusky untied the twine bow and peeled back the wrapping paper, being careful to preserve what was written on the front just in case.  His nose picked up the smell of pine underneath before the paper was even removed.  
Crisp scratched between his ears and stared at the pinewood box in his paws.  It wasn't exactly heavy or looked like it was expensive or anything, but it was certainly a far cry from a plain ol' piece of cardboard.  Now he was almost nervous about opening it but was at least comforted by the fact that there were no air holes in the sides.  Setting the wooden box at the end of the bed, Crisp reached over with his arm outstretched and lifted the lid, half expecting something to jump out. He opened the top with the tip of his claw and lowered his head down, watching as it raised up.  When nothing happened, he opened it the rest of the way and peeked inside.
Instead of a care package full of goodies, Crisp found a pair of sneakers along with a pair of socks wrapped and packed in layers of foreign newspaper.  Tilting his ears to one side, he reached in and pulled out one of the shoes, peeling away layers of packing and holding it up in his fingers.  It was oddly colored and did not have any markings on it that he recognized.  The sides were brilliant red in flashy alternating metallic tones offset with splashes of neon green and chrome.  The colors sparkled in his wide eyes.  Even the laces were amazing looking, shimmering with an iridescent hue every time he tilted the shoe from one side to the other.  Staring in awe, he ran his fingers down the soles, feeling the tread underneath.  His eyes looked over the stitching, how immaculate it was with nary a thread out of place.  Clearly these had not come off of some random assembly line.  These sneakers had been crafted with care and precision.  
Crisp was more confused than ever now.  He pulled out the other sneaker and the wrapped packet of socks, laying them out on his bed and digging through the rest of the packing until he found a note buried inside:

Konnichiwa from Japan!
I came across these dashing looking sneakers (Dashing!  Get it?  Because they're sneakers!) at a market here just outside of Osaka.  The store owner says they are to die for!  And you'll never find another pair like 'em anywhere in this world or the next!  I hope they feel as good as they look on those big fluffy paws of yours, nephew!  Now you can be fast AND furriest!

Crisp groaned out loud reading the note.  His uncle certainly had a way with awful puns.  But there was no doubt these sneakers were nothing short of awesome and Crisp was more excited than ever to try them on.  Shoving the box out of the way, he grabbed the bundle of socks and ripped the packing paper off them.  He unfurled the socks over this lap and took a moment to appreciate the craftsmanship.
The socks were just as impressive as the sneakers.  Crew-cut length and made of a soft but durable cotton weave, the socks were patterned with black on white stripes that faded into a checker pattern from top to bottom.  Crisp rubbed and petted them in his paws, noting how tightly woven the cloth was.  He laid the socks over on his desk chair and decided he would try them on later - for now, he was too excited to see how these sneakers looked on him.
He picked up one of the sneakers, his tail already thumping against his bed.  In his eyes, they seemed to almost glow in the ambient light of his dorm room.  Crisp loosened the laces on one and slipped it on.  It fit like it was molded for his paws, bringing a warm shiver to his tail and a purr to his lips.  He tugged the laces up tight and tied them, admiring how well the shoe hugged his foot.  He lifted his leg up and twisted his ankle around, looking at the sneaker from several angles.  With a smile on his muzzle, he quickly slipped on the other shoe to match.  These were, without a doubt, the most awesome sneakers he'd ever owned.  Crisp made a mental note to remember to write his uncle a very warm thank you letter.  
The wusky stood up and felt the comfort of his new sneakers on his feet as he walked, hopped, skipped, and shuffled back and forth across his dorm room floor.  Ha ha!  He couldn't wait to show these off tomorrow on the first day of class!  Even though he was nervous about taking them out where they could get dirty, sneakers like these deserved to be worn!  And as good as these felt on his feet, he doubted he'd ever need another pair ever again!  And was it just his imagination, or did he actually feel a tingle of energy rise up from his paws up through his tail just from having them on his feet like this?  His feet were so excited, they seemed to almost twitch and dance on their own.
The chill up his spine wasn't the only sensation he felt.  In his moving about the room, the wusky's gaze fell across the screen of his laptop.  His loins twitched to remind him of his earlier promise of porn and playtime.  Crisp patted the bulge in his jeans and yawned.  A nice wank would definitely be enjoyable, but - he yawned wide again - probably after a nap first.  For some reason, he was barely able to stay awake all the sudden.
His eyelids were getting heavier and felt like he hadn't slept in days.  He hadn't felt too terribly sleepy a moment ago, but now all he could think about was catching a nap before dinner, despite the protests of his pulsing sex wanting attention.  The wusky gave another massive yawn and laid back on his bed, not bothering to get undressed for just a quick siesta. 
Crisp stretched out on his back and gazed down at his awesome sneakers, wiggling his toes inside them as another yawn overtook him.  He gazed over at his desk where his new socks were drooped over the back of his chair and wondered if they would feel as incredible on his feet as his new shoes did.  He found sleep much faster than usual and was unconscious in seconds.

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In the still of his dorm room, where the only sound was the gentle snoozing of the wusky on his bed, a shudder ran through the air.  Crisp twitched in his sleep, his sneakers wiggling on his paws and pointing his toes towards his desk.  Over on the back of his chair, the pair of socks shimmered and began to wiggle, raising up like two cotton serpents.  One sock, then the other, gently levitated and swam gently through the air over towards the bed.  Crisp murmured in his sleep, his tail thumping softly on the bed.  The laces of his shoes untied themselves and loosened, allowing the tongues to lift themselves up as each shoe opened its mouth and welcomed the sock inside.  The socks obliged and slithered over his ankles in reverse, flaring their necks open and wiggling under the tongues of the shoes, shuffling inside and over the tips of his toes.  
Crisp grinned and chuckled softly, wiggling his feet about and thumping his tail harder against the bed in his sleep as the socks scrunched into his shoes and wiggled their way over his ticklish pads.  As the cotton stretched and rubbed his feet more, Crisp flopped around in his sleep and snickered.  
When both socks were fully on his feet, the laces rewound themselves and pulled the shoes back snuggly on his feet.  They retied themselves into nice, neat little bows.  In his slumber, Crisp purred and flexed his toes in the awesome comfort of his new socks. 

Part 2 - The Next Morning
Crisp fluttered his eyes open and stretched, groping around in the dim light for his phone to see what time it was.  He felt groggy and drained and his crotch was sore with uncomfortable pressure.  From what little daylight was coming through his window, he knew it must be late.  That quick nap had turned into quite a long sleep.  And it hadn't seemed to do him much good.  He groaned and fumbled with his phone, dropping it twice before finally getting a look at the screen.  Crisp's eyes popped open.  Not only had he slept through dinner, he was going to have to miss breakfast too if he wanted to be in class on time!
Hopping up out of bed, Crisp paused and looked down at his feet, wiggling his toes and feeling the warm comfort of his new socks.  For the life of him, he could not remember having put those on before he went to sleep.  Had he gotten up and put them on later?  And totally forgotten about it?  Well, there was no doubt that the socks felt as awesome as the sneakers did.  And the alternating striped and checkerboard pattern on the socks really complemented the colorful sneakers well.  Crisp's phone alarm whined at him again, reminding the wusky that time was short.  He'd have to ponder when he put those socks on later.
Crisp lifted his shirt and sniffed at his fur.  He shrugged and figured that he could get away without taking a shower as he gathered up his books into his backpack.  He winced and adjusted his crotch again with a huff, feeling a dull, painful ache in his sac.  All Crisp could figure was that he somehow slept on his balls wrong and it was probably due to sleeping in his jeans.  Even his cock felt a dull soreness like a muscle flexed for too long.  
Crisp paused and adjusted himself again, his ears tilted to one side in confusion.  Something felt... odd.  He tugged at the denim fabric and shifted his bulge from one side to the other, trying not to excite his cock too much.  Crisp was pretty sure that a hard-on right now would be borderline painful.  Still unsure as to why everything felt so sweaty and damp he unfastened his jeans and pulled his briefs out.  His eyes popped open a second time as he looked down into his underwear.  He'd had wet dreams before but nothing like this!  
Crisp ran his paw down the front of his undies, staring in awe at the globs and strands of semen dribbling off his fingers.  It was everywhere, soaked right through the fabric, dribbling down the side of his inner thigh, spilled out of the top of his waistband, and completely saturating his pubic fur.  Crisp, slowly pulled his underwear out more and felt the cum-soggy fur under his balls and all over his inner thighs.  He didn't even know he was capable of making this much!  No wonder his balls were aching!  
Crisp took another look at his phone and did some quick math in his head to see if there was any way at all he could fit in a very brief shower.  But the best he could hope for was to change clothes and wipe his fur off for now.  Grumbling at how late it was getting, Crisp plopped back down on the bed and tugged off his sneakers and jeans.  Trying to be careful not to spill any, the wusky stood up and tried to carefully peel off his soaking wet undies as strands of semen oozed off and splashed on the floor anyway.  
"Damn.  I'm not sure if I'm more pissed about being late or not remembering what that dream was!" he muttered to himself, carefully wiping around his aching genitals with a damp cloth.
Once his fur was as clean as he was going to get for the time being, he slid into a fresh pair of undies and decided it best to get a fresh pair of jeans while he was at it.  After dressing, Crisp tossed the other pants in his pile of dirty laundry and quickly laced up his sparkling new sneakers.  All his frustration and worry seemed to melt away when he looked at his new shoes.  They were so bright and shiny!  And, at least according to Crisp, looked really good on him!
Yipe!  He only had eight minutes to get to his first class!  Grabbing his phone and backpack, Crisp made one last check that he had everything and (most importantly) that he was completely dressed before dashing out the door.  He'd had plenty of dreams about inexplicably showing up to class completely naked, usually with a raging erection to boot, and wasn't about to take any chances.
As Crisp hoofed it across campus, he couldn't help but marvel yet again at how wonderful his new sneakers were.  They felt amazing on his feet - almost like he was wearing nothing at all.  It almost made running enjoyable.  And they were getting quite a bit of attention too!  Almost everyone he passed seemed to glance down and take notice of the metallic red and green swaths of color on his footpaws.  Crisp could even feel his ears turning red from all the attention he was getting.  Not that he minded too much, but still it was kind of embarrassing.  He couldn't help but grin sheepishly as he trotted on over to his first class.  
 Whew!  Just made it!  Crisp slinked into the back of the classroom and took the first seat he could find, just seconds before the professor started taking roll.  He soon became very self-conscious of how loud it seemed he was panting from his jog over and tried his best to breathe normally and not let his tongue loll out.  And every so often, when he was fairly certain no one was looking, the wusky took a moment to look over the side of his desk and catch another glimpse of his radiant new sneakers, wiggling his toes inside.
Most of the first day was just going over the syllabus and such leaving him, along with most of the class, bored and listless.  It seemed like all the prof was doing was reading off the same sheet of paper they all had in front of them.  It didn't take long for Crisp and the others to slump over in their desks, letting their eyes wander about the classroom.  
Crisp didn't think he could get away with looking at his sneakers again without someone thinking he was weird.  He flicked his pen around in his paws, looked up at the clock, and checked the syllabus again to see how far they'd gotten and how much was left.  He shifted his head to his other paw and moved his tail over to the other side of his seat so it didn't fall asleep on him.  Then, his eyes caught sight of a pair of umber colored ears with tufts of beige fur atop a dark furred head and muscular neck.  Crisp sat up straight and swallowed audibly.  Martel was in his class!
The wusky's eyes grew large on his face and he had to remind himself to keep his mouth closed so he wouldn't pant or drool.  Martel was this absolutely gorgeous alsatian he'd first seen on the baseball team's poster.  Crisp still remembered how tight his tummy had gotten, looking at that poster and staring into those dreamy brown eyes and how strong his arms looked holding that bat up.  He had immediately bought the poster along with the team's yearly calendar which, sadly, did not have a month with Martel's picture on it by himself.  Not that the other boys weren't also quite sexy too.  But there was just something about that alsatian that made Crisp's head all fuzzy.
Crisp strained his neck and peered over the seats of other students, trying to get a better look.  Was he with someone?  That male panther next to him - are they dating?  What about the female cacomistle on his right?  What do you say to a baseball player to get a conversation going?  Would he even be interested in seeing someone?  How does he get his shoulders so broad like that?
The wusky had forgotten to keep himself from panting out loud and quickly rolled his tongue back up in his mouth.  He felt his crotch start to heat up and his feet tingle for some reason.  Crisp chucked to himself and fanned his shirt, thinking he'd better stop drooling over this boy before he embarrassed himself.  
But... there was just something about him!  The wusky's eyes darted back over towards Martel, tracing over his features.  He felt his jeans start to swell and get tight, his cock starting to push back against the denim.
No!  Not here.  Not gonna let this happen.  Crisp forced his attention back on the professor, trying to make himself be interested in the exam schedule for the semester.  And yet still he found his peripheral vision honing on the shape of those broad shoulders, the texture of those muscled arms, the way he held his ears just so...
NNGGHH!  Crisp swore under his breath and tried as inconspicuously as possible to adjust the painful lump in his jeans, looking left and right, hoping against hope that no one saw and thought he was playing with himself.  His heart rate jumped and he felt himself getting uncomfortably warm in his clothes.  Just then, movement his eye off to his left and he turned to see Martel had dropped his pencil on the floor.
Holy Balls!  Crisp's mouth dropped to his desk with a clang as he stared helplessly at the sight of Martel leaning over to retrieve his pencil from the floor, his ass up and his tail curled high in the air, his nylon track shorts outlining every curve and contour of his butt perfectly.  This was so unfair!  Crisp grunted and scraped his claws across the surface of his desk as his cock pushed up painfully against the zipper of his jeans.  
Then he felt that strange sensation in his feet again.  It was almost like a slight tickle, a dull electric buzz that seemed to make his feet feel like his sneakers were vibrating.  Then his right foot started to twitch, like a nervous tic.  With a worried tilt of his ears, Crisp looked over the side of his desk again at his feet.  But his sneakers didn't look any different, really.  He looked hard at his sneakers and then back up at Martel.  The dull feeling in his feet spiked and his sex pressed painfully hard against his jeans.  His foot began to tap the floor in earnest, moving about like a bored toddler made to sit in one place for too long.
"Nnnnggffff..." he whimpered, drawing a fair share of sideways glances from nearby classmates.  But Crisp barely had the energy to register any embarrassment.  He pressed his paw to his thigh, trying to get his foot to stop wiggling about, only to have the other one start up.  His panting increased along with the head in his core, starting to wonder how much more of this he could take.  He was practically burning a fever now.  His jeans throbbed and twitched.  He couldn't help but look back over at Martel.  Those arms!  That tail!  Those shoulders!  Those legs!  And his ass when he bent over like that!
*POP!  R-I-I-I-I-P!*  The wusky let out a muffled whine into his arm, leaning his head down on his desk and pretending to feel ill.  The sharp feeling of his cock popping the zipper off the fly of his jeans and pulling the teeth apart sent shivers all the way through his tail.  He could never remember being this hard before, and could never remember his cock feeling this hot.  He knew he was leaking pre all over his undies.  He could feel it oozing out.  What was going on?  He had to get out of here, regardless of the consequences.
Still panting and feeling feverish, Crisp went to try and stand up, planning to hold his backpack in front of his crotch to hide his raging erection poking out and his pre-covered underwear.  But as soon as he was halfway out of his chair, he felt his eyes dart over towards Martel again completely on their own, drinking in the sight of that muscular frame.  His feet tapped on the floor and clicked together, drawing more embarrassing glances from other students.
"Oh, c-c-crap..!" Crisp shuddered, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him as his cock spasmed and twitched, almost vibrating in his pants.  And again, there was that tingle in his twitching footpaws!
Crisp bit his lip, trying not to make any noise.  It seemed like every move he made, the cotton fabric of his underwear rubbed against his dick like a thousand tiny fingers, stroking and teasing every single nerve ending.  A feeling he would later describe like he was wearing a fleshlight instead of underwear.
The wusky's eyes scrunched shut.  He felt his still-aching balls start to pulse and tighten up.  He grimaced and huffed under his breath.
"No, no, no, please, no - don't do this..." he hissed through his gritted teeth, trying desperately not to shiver or move or even breathe as the sensitivity of his cock reached fever pitch.  Huffing and panting under his breath, his mind kept flashing with images of Martel's ass and tail, suddenly imagining what he must look like naked with all those muscles and how big his balls must be and the sight of that large canine cock dripping with...
"RGGMMF-F-F-F-F-F!!  Heehh... *gasp*  NNNGGF-F-F!!  EEP!"
With muffled cries, Crisp bit into his own arm and huffed into his fur as a massive orgasm gushed out of him and wracked his senses, flooding his underwear with so much cum he could feel the warmth seeping into the fur around his balls and all over his crotch.  Spurt after spurt shuddered out of him, making his body shiver and wince in his chair.  The pleasure he felt was immense.  Never had he felt a climax feel so fucking amazing.  And never had he felt such raw embarrassment.  His ears turned so red it could be seen through his thick pelt.  He gasped and panted as quietly as he could in his seat, praying to any and all deities available to please, oh please, let no one have seen that!
For a moment all he wanted to do was catch his breath and let his vision focus again.  With every movement, he could feel his still half-hard cock sloshing around in a warm blanket of cum inside his wet underwear.  He was too afraid to move.  Too afraid of what might happen if he got up.  Would someone see?  What if the smell..?
Oh, SHIT!  With his head still down on his desk, Crisp's eyes popped wide open as the realization dawned on him.  He flared his nostrils and took a cautious sniff, not wanting to make any noise or draw any unwanted attention.  He winced and nearly whimpered out loud.  The smell of cum was so strong, he didn't know how anyone else hadn't caught the scent yet.  Or if they had, how long before they figured out who it was!
The professor looked up at the rows of bored and distracted students.  "Well, if there are no questions, then you may..."
"KAY-THANKS-BYE!" Crisp yelped, slamming the syllabus in his backpack and scrambling out of his desk, holding his backpack in front of his crotch the entire time.  He nearly bowled over a couple of ferrets, and the cacomistle girl had to jump out of his way as the large wusky scrambled out the door. 
All the way from the classroom back to his dorm, Crisp sprinted across the campus as best he could holding his backpack in front of the busted open zipper in his jeans.  He tried not to think about all that semen squishing around in his underwear and dribbling down his leg as he weaved in and around other students, desperately clutching his backpack to the front of his crotch.  Bustling his way in through the door to his dorm, Crisp didn't stop running until he was safe behind the locked door of his room.  Gasping and panting for breath, the wusky leaned back and against the door and slid down, letting his backpack fall to the side.
"Wha..?  *gasp!*  What... the hell... was THAT?" he panted, fanning himself and peeling off his shirt, damp with sweat.  He knew he had a crush on Martel, but to cum paws-free like that?  
Dreading what he was going to see, Crisp looked down at the busted zipper on the front of his jeans and the wet cotton fabric of his underwear peeking out.  Slowly, he reached down and unfastened his jeans, pulling back the denim flaps of the fabric.  He stuck his thumbs in the elastic of his briefs and pulled them out from his groin, staring in disbelief at the runny strands of semen soaking his crotch.  
"What is going on?  Another cruel joke of puberty?  Fuck me..."
Crisp pulled himself to his feet and shuffled over to the bed.  Classes or not, he absolutely needed a shower in the worst way.  The scent of musk and cum pouring off him was enough to knock someone out.  The wusky propped one foot up on his knee and started to untie his sneakers.  As he pulled at the shimmering laces, his thoughts raced back to the classroom.  The way his feet felt.  And how it almost seemed the shoes were glowing, tapping and dancing around like that.  He quirked his ears and stared at the sneakers with an odd look before shaking his head.
"Naahhh...  I must be going nuts.  I was just pent up is all.  It was like a wet dream or something - just, um... when I was awake, I guess.  Heh.  Maybe Martel is just that sexy."
Crisp pulled off his sneakers and socks and shuffled out of his pants.  He tossed the jeans in the trash bin after taking one more look at the broken metal of the zipper and looking down at his own crotch with amusement.
"Really, REALLY pent up, looks like."
For the second time today, Crisp peeled off a pair of cum-soaked underwear and tossed them on his dirty laundry pile with a wet thud.  He stepped into the steaming-hot shower and leaned up against the wall, relaxing and letting the soothing water wash away the sweat and semen from his fur.  Still shaking his head, he could not get the images of the classroom out of his mind.  It was like some invisible paw was stroking him off beyond his control.  And since his early teens he'd certainly had his share of mind-numbing orgasms, but THAT - he nearly had a stroke!  Carefully, he ran his paws and soap over his balls and sheath, tenderly washing off his pubic fur and trying not to aggravate the dull ache that lingered in his genitals.  He cock felt like he'd been jerking off for hours non-stop.  But at least whatever it was seemed to have passed.  Now all he felt was the warm rush of the shower slowly melting away all the anxiety along with copious amounts of other bodily fluids from his fur.  
Crisp stepped out of the steamy shower feeling a thousand percent better.  It was just nerves.  That's all.  Some weird anxiety that made his hormones go all haywire.  Had to be.  What other explanation was there?  It was nothing a good meal and a good night's sleep wouldn't fix.  Still toweling himself off, the wusky picked up his schedule printout and looked over his classes.  He'd missed his calculus class, but he knew the prof from last semester and could easily stop by and get a copy of the syllabus from her office.  No biggie.  That just left his literature class this afternoon and since chem lab didn't start until next week he was home free after that.  
Crisp whistled and finished drying himself off.  It had definitely started off as the weirdest day on record, but he felt sure it was all smooth sailing from here on.  He pulled out another pair of briefs and slipped them on, adjusting his balls until they sat perfectly comfortably.  He grabbed another pair of jeans and slipped them on, starting to imagine what might the cafeteria be serving up for lunch.  He hadn't really thought about it until now, but damn he was hungry!  He snatched a fresh tee shirt and hummed to himself, starting to feel pretty optimistic about the rest of his day.  The only thing left was to slip on his awesome looking sneakers and trot on over to the cafeteria for some much needed sustenance.  Crisp couldn't remember if this was the day the served fish tacos, but for some reason fish just sounded amazing right now.  
With his sneakers all laced up and his paw on the door, Crisp gave one final glance back at the baseball team poster up on his wall and sighed.  He hoped he could find a way to talk to Martel before they both graduated.  It'd be a shame not to at least try.  That sounded really good in his mind, but he wondered if he'd ever find the nerve to actually do it.
But as soon as he took one step out the door, it started again.  Crisp stopped dead in his tracks.  The fur on his neck quivered.  Deep in the soles of his feet he could feel it again.  That dull tingle he'd felt before.  Standing halfway out his door, the wusky looked down at his feet and quirked his eyebrow, looking at his shoes for some visual confirmation that he wasn't crazy.  And then he felt the heat.  The burning lust rising up from his loins washed over him, making his head all fuzzy and his knees weak.  A few seconds later, his feet started tapping, shifting about like a cub who needed to pee.  His sheath was swelling fast, becoming almost painfully hard again.  
"Oh sh-sh-SHIT!  N-Not again!"
Crisp ducked back into his dorm room and locked the door - not entirely sure why, but it seemed appropriate.  He grabbed the bulge in his jeans and squeezed trying somehow to keep the blood from rushing in.  He started panting again, feeling another rush of lust coursing through his veins.  His eyes immediately focused on the picture of Martel on the poster and then scanned over all the other quite attractive boys on the baseball team.  He was rock hard again and his balls were throbbing.  Crisp could almost feel them actually swelling with cum.  His sneakers were dancing about so much it was hard to stand upright.  He grabbed the bed frame for support and whimpered, "What's happening to me?"
Grunting for conscious control over his loins, Crisp stood up on wobbly knees, feeling the strain of his erection against his underwear and jeans.  Every passing moment, he felt more and more horny, fighting the urge to just strip off his clothes and jerk off until he hosed down the ceiling.  He felt so pent up, like he hadn't cum in years.  Panting and blushing from the heat welling up inside him, he braced himself against the wall, trying to summon enough strength to make it out the door and down the hall of his dorm for the one possible cure for all this - the ice machine.  Huffing and grunting, he grabbed the door and tugged, pulling in vain until he remembered to unlock the latch.
Another wave of heat washed over him and he felt his thoughts uncontrollably drawn to that scene of Martel bending over out of his chair.  Then, other images flooded his mind - online porn sites he'd visited recently; scenes from his favorite movies where yummy actors went shirtless; that time he accidentally saw his friend's older brother stepping naked out of the shower; Martel's ass again.  Crisp clawed at the wall as his knees threatened to collapse under him, his balls surging with the need to erupt.  Pre began creeping up his urethra.  Crisp rolled his eyes in mix of frustration and annoyance.  At this rate he was gonna run out of clothes pretty soon.
With a determined grunt he picked himself up and marched out the door.  He shoved his left paw deep in his jeans pocket to help mask the throbbing bulge in his denim.  And as he walked, his sneakers kept twitching and clicking his heels together.  He took three steps and gasped, his cock straining against his undies again and he was sure there was pre spilling out now.  The urge to shove his paw own the front of his underwear and stroke himself right there in the middle of the hallway was overwhelming, making his head spin.  Taking deep breaths, Crisp steadied himself against the wall with his right paw and stumbled his way down the hall.  With every step, he could feel his dick getting more and more sensitive.  The cotton of his underwear started to feel like the softest pads in oil stroking his cock up and down every time he moved.  He tried to keep his thoughts from thinking of porn and sexy males but it was a battle he was losing fast.  He had to hurry.  At this point he didn't care who saw him or if they saw his hard-on jutting out the front of his jeans.  He ran awkwardly towards the ice machine in the little kitchenette area of the dorm.  The faster he ran, the more his underwear teased and rubbed up against his raging erection, coaxing more pre and bringing him ever closer to another mind-numbing orgasm.  He was so close now - both to the ice machine and cumming buckets.  His face was flushed and he was panting hard.  His eyes glazed over.  More pre oozed out his tip.  Just a few more steps.  His balls started to tighten up.  His tummy clenched and made it hard to breathe.  He stumbled into the ice machine and flung open the lid, grabbing two pawfuls of ice cubes and shoving them down the front of his jeans.
"Ohhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h~!"  Crisp slumped down against the wall until his butt reached the floor with a muffled whump.  The ice melted away the heat from his sex, utterly confusing his cock, and leaving his balls shivering and frustrated.  As his breathing slowly returned to manageable gasps, his ears twitched over towards the sound of the microwave in use.  Crisp looked up and noticed for the first time the large, muscular, shirtless tiger standing over by the counter waiting patiently for the oven to finish nuking his burrito.  
"Hey, Jaxon," Crisp nodded as the water from the ice bled into his jeans and dribbled onto the floor in front of his crotch.  Jaxon was another member of the baseball team, but he also played football as a defensive tackle in the fall.  He was stunningly sexy, but also 100% straight, unfortunately.  
The tiger nodded back with hardly an upturned eyebrow.  The microwave dinged and he extracted his instant meal.  "'Sup, Crisp?  Have a rough night?"
The wusky, still panting, nodded.  "You could say that, yeah."  His entire groin was now cold and numb, and of course soaking wet.
The tiger nodded and took a bite of his burrito.  "Well, from the looks of it, I'd say she's a keeper.  See ya, Crisp," he waved as he strolled out of the kitchen area.
"S-see ya, Jaxon," Crisp raised his limp paw and waved back.
<Stupid dog - Putting ice on his nuts like that.>
"Wh-what?"  Crisp looked up, feeling embarrassment creep up his ears.  But Jaxon was halfway down the hall and there was no one else in the kitchen area with him.  He sniffed the air for any unusual scents, but all he got was a mix of cheap burrito and wet wusky fur with just a hint of his own musk.  
Crisp pulled himself up from the floor and looked around the corner.  Nope, no one.  Just him and his thoughts.  He shrugged and sloshed back to his room, trailing water and half melted ice cubes out of his pants legs.  
When he got back to his room, he grabbed a towel and flopped back on his bed.  He pulled his jeans open and shoved the towel down the front of his underwear.  It would hardly do him any good to pull his jeans off for the laundry since he was down to his last pair.  The wusky huffed and laid his head back on his arm.
"What is going ON with me?" he asked the ceiling.  But as curious and worried he was for answers, he was even more exhausted.  It didn't take long before sleep crept up on him and he was dozing peacefully.

Part 3 - Essence of Otter
Crisp awoke with a start, out of breath and fur damp with perspiration.  The intense imagery of his dream was still fresh in his mind.  The wusky sat up and folded his ears in confusion at what it all meant.  It was all so vivid, more like a powerful memory than a dream, really.  Still panting and his heart thumping in his chest, Crisp remembered he was in a hot spring somewhere.  There was a lot of fog around the place, like it was cold out.  It was... up in the mountains somewhere?  The air was sharp and chilly, but the water was hotter than he was used to.  He had been naked.  And in the water with other males.  It seemed like they were all naked.  There were two otters and... and a third - another canine male with his back turned.  He could remember their faces, but could not recall ever having seen them before.  They were all splashing about and laughing, swimming around and rubbing up against one another in the warm waters.  He remembered the feel of one otter's tail stroking up between his legs and across his balls under the water.  And... Martel was there too!  In the water with them.  But how could that be?  Who were all these other two otters that he'd never seen before and then the boy of his dreams naked with him in a hot spring?  He remembered slowly paddling over to Martel and grabbing his tail under the water, pulling him in closer until his paws were almost right on top of that amazing toned ass of his.  Closer.  So close now.  He was leaning in to kiss!  
Crisp opened his eyes from the memory and felt his sore crotch lurch and tingle at the thought of being so close to Martel's lips like that.  He looked down at his open jeans and saw the towel from earlier lying on the floor beside the bed.  He must have pulled it loose during his dream.  Crisp reached down to adjust his balls and pull his pants back up and growled in shock.
"Oh, come ON!  What is it with you, anyway?" he chastised his cock, feeling the gooey residue of semen all over the inside of his undies.  
Crisp tugged his sneakers off and shuffled out of his pants, shaking his hips as he went.  He stood in front of his mirror in his brightly colored briefs still admonishing his sex.
"I'm running out of undies, you know!  If you keep this up I'm gonna clamp a ring on you until you learn to behave!  *tsk!* Naughty boi!  I swear, sometimes you're just as bad as when I was thirteen!" he added with one paw on his side, leaning his posture with his hip stuck out.
Crisp paused and swallowed hard, not sure if he recognized the half-naked wusky in the mirror.  His butt was pushed out to one side, on display for everyone to see.  His lips were full and pouty.  And his eyes were playfully seductive.  And who talks out loud to their own penis?!
Shaking his ears, Crisp paced in circles around his dorm room and ran his fingers over his headfur.
"What's happening to me?  Is this what a nervous breakdown feels like?  Am I under too much stress in college already?  Do I need to take fewer classes?  How can I be stressed out already I've only been to just one class so far and all we did was hand out a syllabus which was apparently so erotic that I came all over myself?!  GAAAHH!!"
Still grumbling and muttering to himself, Crisp padded over to the bathroom and peeled off the gooey cotton fabric of his undies, splashing some water on his crotch to clean himself up.  Several moments of patting his aching groin dry with a fresh towel, Crisp had on his third pair of underwear for the day and stepped back into his jeans.  He strutted back out in front of the mirror and turned to get a view of his butt in the denim.  He sighed with disappointment at how loose the fabric fit on him and tried to smooth it tighter over his bottom with his paws.  But there was little to be done about his lack of fashionable sense in jeans right now.  Perhaps later he could try and shrink them in some hot water.  Humming a recent pop song in his head, he selected a new tee shirt and slipped it on, tying a knot in the front which left his tummy exposed.  He took one last look in the mirror and preened his tufts of earfur, wondering how in the world he'd never even noticed that the fur was a little longer on his left ear?  Sigh!
And even if there was nothing he could do about his baggy jeans for now, he could at least fold the waistband down under his tail and let a hint of his underwear show.  That would probably do well enough until he could find something decent to replace these gaudy briefs with.
After several more minutes of preening and grooming, he was as sexy as he could make himself look, finally.  Crisp nodded to himself in the mirror with a wink and headed back out the door, swinging his hips and reminding himself to keep his tail up high.  As he sashayed down the hallway, he happened upon his same neighbor from earlier, Jaxon, this time the muscular tiger had a giggling young vixen hanging off his thick bicep whose enormous tits were threatening to spill out of her tank top.  
"Well what's up, Tiger Lily?" Crisp giggled, eying the tiger's shirtless frame up and down, drinking in how tight his shorts fit over that bulge of his.  
Jaxon barely flicked his tail and looked over the wusky's ensemble while his arm candy glared at him for ogling her tiger.  "Been hittin' the skittles pretty hard today, Crisp?"
Crisp swished his tail and licked his lips with a sly grin.  "Oh, honey, this otter is in heat and looking for meat!  It's been too long since I had my lips around a thick..."
Crisp froze, instantly aware of what he was saying and how he was behaving, like waking up from another dream.  He could feel his ears and cheeks burning.  The vixen sniffed at him and rolled her eyes, nuzzling up to her stud.  Jaxon barely shrugged and replied, "Well, good luck with that," and tugged the giggling coed into his dorm room by the front of her shirt.  
For a moment, Crisp stood in the open hallway with his mouth hanging open.  His thoughts were still focused on watching Jaxon's bulge shift every time he moved.  It made his own groin spark and surge with heat.  But he could not fathom what had come over him just then.  Flirting with a straight tiger like that?  Was he insane?
In a panic, he pulled the knot out of his tee shirt and tugged his shirt down over his tummy.  He pulled the waist of his jeans up and ran his paws through his headfur and roughed it up a bit.  Crisp slumped against the wall and panted, almost afraid of what was going to come out of his mouth next.  
<Hmmmpf!  Stupid dog just ruins everything.  I bet that tiger's cock was thick and yummy...>
"What?!"  Crisp jerked his head left and right, looking down the empty hallway.  His heart pounded in his ears as imaginary visions flooded his brain of Jaxon standing before him, slowly unzipping his tight shorts, and letting his ample size cock flop out over the curve of his balls.  Crisp felt his crotch surge with heat, his own cock swelling up rapidly and pressing against his jeans yet again.
<Oh, yeaaaahhh~  Like that...  Just let that big ol' tiger cock come out to play.  This otter's wet little mouth has everything you need, big boi~>
No-no-no-no-NO!  Not again!  Crisp winced and pressed his paws down against his crotch, somehow trying to shove his growing erection back down inside him.  His sex spasmed and surged with warm tingles and felt as if someone else's paws were all over his flesh as he stumbled back towards his dorm room.  Crisp threw open his door and fell back into his room, the sudden image of Jaxon spreading his thighs and letting Crisp take the tiger's cock into his mouth filling his every thought.  The wusky's dick throbbed and stretched the fabric of his underwear out, forcing him to unzip his fly or risk losing another zipper.
<mmmm~  Yeah.  You like that don't you?  You like this otter's hot mouth all over that great big tiger cock, big boi~  Oh, I bet your balls taste like candy!>
"Stop it - STOP IT!  Leave me alone!" Crisp whimpered, holding his erection as it stretched out the elastic of his undies. 
<...  Wait, what?  Hang on - you can hear me?>
Crisp stood in the middle of his room, staring wide-eyed out into space, his underwear barely containing his raging hard-on, and his unfastened jeans slumping down around his knees.  His left eye and ear twitched.  He replayed what he'd just heard over and over in his head, not ready to accept it yet.  Did...  Did his underwear just talk to him?
<Hello?  Heeeelllooooo~  You can hear me, sweetie?  Just nod or something if you...>
YIPE!!  Crisp leaped over to his window and flung it open.  "HELP!  Someone help!  My underwear is possessed!"
Several students walking across the quad below laughed and cheered.  "Right on, man!"  "Mine too!"  "Send pics!"  "Yeah!"
Crisp immediately realized he was standing in front of his window in his undies with a massive boner sticking out and ducked to the side, leaning flat up against the wall and turning fifty shades of embarrassment.
"Okay, okay...   Easy, now.  Get a hold of yourself," he gulped, pulling his pants up with one paw and holding them in place.  
<Look, sweetie, my name is Kiyoshi.  You're 'Crisp', right?  Isn't that what that yummy tiger called you?>
The wusky leaped sideways and fell over his sagging jeans.  He shuffled back across the floor until his back was against the wall, panting heavily.  Very slowly he dropped his eyes down to his underwear and lifted the elastic out, peeking inside at his still mostly hard erection.  "H-hello?"
<I'm not in your undies, sweetie.  Not that I would mind, though! *giggles*  You're pretty cute, hon.>
Crisp looked down his shirt and ran his paws all over his body, looking all around the room frantically.  "Wh-Where are you?  Come out where I can see you!  This isn't funny!"
<Hee hee~  Oh my you really are adorable when you get flustered like this!  Okay, deep breaths now, it...  Sweetie?  Where are you going?>
Crisp pulled himself to his feet and managed to get his waning erection shoved back into his jeans.  He turned to run for the door and suddenly fell flat on his face with a resounding thud.
<Yeah, I'm gonna need you to stay put for now, hon.  We need to talk.>
Crisp looked down at his feet to see what could have possibly tripped him and found his shoelaces tied together!  Whimpering and panting, he fumbled with his shoelaces, trying to get them untied but they continued to bunch up and only got tighter.  
Crisp scrambled to his feet and hopped over to his desk, pulling out a pair of scissors.
<What are you..?  No.  NO!  Drop it!>
Crisp sat down on his bed and with shaking paws, trying to cut the laces off his shoes.  The shimmering laces flexed and dodged his attempts to cut into them. 
<Hon, stop!  No, wait!  Just...  rrrrggg!  Okay, you're not leaving me much choice here!>
The tips of the laces wiggled free and snaked down inside his sneakers.  Crisp could feel them wiggling around under his socks and fell off his bed squealing with giggles.
"Nnnooo EEEEE-HEE HEE HEEEEEE~  S-S-STaaaaahhpff! AAAHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!"
The laces continued their assault on his soft foot pads as the wusky pawed at the shoes and laughed so hard he was crying.  "P-P-Plleeaaasse EEEEEE-HEE-HEEE!"
The shoelaces tapered off their attack on Crisp's ticklish feet and slowly untangled themselves as the wusky gasped and panted on the floor, looking up at the ceiling and trying to catch his breath.
<All better now, hon?  Got all that out of your system?>
Crisp furrowed his brow and laid his ears down.  What was going on?  Was this what going insane felt like?  And what kind of underwear did that tiger have on?  It was probably just a jock or even better no underwear at all, just his cock hanging free in those shorts waiting for...
"Nnnffff, oh JEEZ!" Crisp whimpered and rolled over on his side with his paws on his crotch as his aching cock tried to painfully get hard again.
<Oh!  Sorry!  My bad.  That was me.  But still, that tiger is one choice piece of ass, don't you thi...>
"WHO ARE YOU?  What is GOING ON?"
<Oh, right.  Sorry.  Well, at least you know I'm real - that's a start, at least.  Like I told you, I'm Kiyoshi>
"Kiyoshi?  Wh...  Where are you?  WHAT are you?"
<That's... a little difficult to explain.  Ummm...  Well, you see it started a couple hundred years ago with the son of a noble otter over in Japan, and there was this sorceress and something about curse and blah, blah, blah I forget what she said - never trust a kitsune - and I mean, that boy had an ass you could bounce pebbles off of - what was I supposed to do?  And we were naked in the hot spring together and then his paw was on my butt and his cock as in my mouth and just when things were about to get yummy, POOF!  Here we are.  So, um...  Not to be rude - but, um, is there any action on the horizon, 'cause I'm gettin' kinda antsy here.>
"Wh...  What are you talking about?  Curses and kitsunes and sons of nobility and hot springs?  What are you..?"
Crisp's eyes widened and his ears fell.  It all clicked at one.  Kiyoshi.  From Japan.  His uncle.  The sneakers!  He looked down at the shimmering laces and the brilliant colored sneakers on his feet.  
"You...  You're a ghost?"
<Not exactly.  See, I'm more like an 'essence', really.  A ghost would be a free floating spirit and I'd already be haunting the nearest boy's locker room if that were true.  No, it's more like, an 'echo' of me is trapped here and I can only interact through you.  But like we're also one and the same, get it?>
"Not... really..."  Crisp answered and absently adjusted his crotch which was starting to feel needy again for some reason.
<Okay, it's like this - if my tail itches, then your tail itches.  If you feel cold, then I feel cold.  Aaaannnndd, most importantly, I can't cum unless you cum.  And Crisp, I can't stress this enough, it's been over a hundred years for me and I am REALLY pent up, so - rrff... speaking of - If we can hurry up and get past this and find some hot tail somewhere, or some porn - anything!  That would be just yummy, sweetie.>
Crisp felt his temperature rise and his balls start to throb again.  He closed his eyes and started to rub gently across his bulge and then stopped abruptly.
"What?  No!  Cut that out!  Stop... touching yourself or whatever it is you're doing!  I have classes and studying to do!  I don't have time for some oversexed otter taking over my life!  I'm putting a stop to this right now."
Crisp plopped back down on the bed and tugged at his sneakers, fighting with the iridescent laces as they wiggled and tightened themselves.
<Crisp, wait!  Don't...  Just hang on - you don't understand!  It gets dark and completely the opposite of yummy - Sweetie, please - Wait!  You want this to be over, right?>
Crisp paused fighting the tangle of shoelaces and grunted, "Yeah?  You know how to do that?"
<Yeah, I think.  I mean, it...   oof...   *whew*  It's just - It's just really hard to concentrate right now with my cock so needy.  If I could just...>
Crisp looked down at his pants and felt the dull ache of his cock trying to rise again, his balls starting to tingle and get sensitive.
"No - NO!  Kiyoshi, stop!  It...   Oh, j-jeez," he panted.  "S-s-stop or I'll g-get the ice... again."  The sensation started to fade, but Crisp was sure he felt pre leaking out still.
<Hmppff.  Fine.  Look we just need to find you some nice tail action and we're home free, hon>
Crisp rolled his eyes and pulled at his ears in frustration.  "I don't believe this," he muttered and started to pull at the shoelaces again.
<No, hon, wait!  I'm serious.  That's how the curse gets broken.  You just need to get hold of a choice piece of ass - Ohhh!  Like that hot alsatian you were drooling over in class earlier!  He was extremely yummy!>
Crisp swallowed hard and whispered, "You mean...  I have to have sex for this to work?"
<Yep, that's it!  Oh - but you have to be wearing the shoes and socks at the time too, sweetie.  That's important.  I know, it sounds so weird, right?  But way back in the day that was a kind of a big deal and stuff - I dunno, it was an odd time, really.  But that's it, stud.>
Crisp nodded and fiddled with his paws, playing with the laces.  "So, is that, like, the only way, then?"
<Pfffft!  The only way?  Sweetie, what better way could there be?  You're in college!  You're surrounded on all sides by hot, young, firm, yummy boys full of hormones.  So many tails just begging to be mounted!  So many cocks just aching to be drained!  Murr!>
Crisp nodded again.  "Yeah, probably."  Though the thought of what Kiyoshi was describing filled his loins with heat, the wusky merely sighed and laid back on the bed with his head resting on his arm.
<Did I miss something here?  When is getting laid ever not a yummy idea, hon?  Nnnff...  Oh, my balls are just screaming for some action!  Come on, let's go find that future boyfriend of yours and tap that luscious ass of his!>
Crisp rolled his eyes and shifted his balls around.  "Nah, I don't have time for a relationship right now.  I've got too much classwork.  We'll just have to find another way."
<...  A...  Another way?  What other way?  Why?!  What could be a better plan than hilting yourself balls-deep in that toned alsatian ass of his or letting him spread your cheeks with his hot, dripping co...>
"KIYOSHI!" Crisp whined, pressing back against his rapidly growing erection.  "It's not that... that I don't want to.  It's just...  I mean, he's a baseball player and I'm not very interesting.  I doubt he'd even talk to me at all really.  Besides, like I said, I'm busy."
<Wait...  Are you..?  You're a virgin, aren't you?  That's it isn't it?>
"NO!" Crisp retorted and got up from the bed, pretending to look for something important in his backpack.  
<Hon, I can see your thoughts, you know.  Just like I know you saw that dream of me in the hot springs with that noble boy and just like I saw your crush in there with us.>
Crisp said nothing and pulled out his calculus textbook and looked over some random chapter at his desk.  
<So, that's a no then?  You don't want to get laid?>
He slammed the book shut and looked up into the air.  "Of course I do!  I mean - I get hard and horny just like everyone else.  But I'm not like you!  I can't just waltz up to the first 'piece of ass' I see and just be like, 'Oh, hey there - I saw your ass and wanna put my dick in you!'."
<...  I was shrugging.  I know you couldn't see it but I was.  And why can't you do that?  I mean, maybe choose your words a bit more carefully, but the gist of it is the same, sweetie.  And didn't you see what he was doing in class?  Come ON!>
The images of Martel leaning over to pick up his pencil flashed through Crisp's brain, making his tummy feel all tight again and his feet want to tap.  He grabbed his leg and held his foot down firm.  "I... guess?  So?"
<Hon!  Look at that ass!  Look at that tail!  Look how long he's bent over!  Look at how his tail curls up even tighter as he reaches for that pencil.  He's presenting!  He's putting that yummy ass on display and practically begging for someone to plow him into oblivion!  How does that not make you so horny you can't help but...>
"GAAAHH!"  Crisp shot up out of his desk and paced around the room to burn off nervous energy.  He ran his fingers over his ears and huffed, "Will you stop that?  You think that doesn't drive me crazy to see that?"
<So are you ready to do something about it?  Or are you gonna sit in here all semester long and jerk off to porn?>
Crisp stopped pacing and looked at himself in the mirror.  He gave a heavy sigh and shrugged.  "I mean...  Do you think I have a chance at all?"
<Yummy!  Now we're talking!  Can you feel that?  I'm hugging you.  Well I'm hugging myself which is the same thing but - anyway, I'm hugging you.  Yay, sweetie!  Well, let's see what we've got to work with.  Hmmm.  Can you get closer to the mirror?  Okay now back up a bit.  Yeah, I think we need to start over.  Go ahead and strip.>
"E-Excuse me?"
<Strip.  Take off your clothes.  Well, except for the shoes and socks.  Pants, shirt, undies - take 'em off and let's start over.>
Crisp nodded and started to lift off his tee shirt.  Rationally, he knew there was nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about, but he couldn't help blushing like he was getting naked in front of an audience.  Taking off his jeans without removing his sneakers took a bit of work, but he finally managed it along with his briefs that were mostly clean except for several noticeable blotches of dried pre.  He stood naked in front of the mirror again and tried, unsuccessfully, not to blush.  
<Mmmhmmm!  Okay, turn just a little and look back over your shoulder.  Lift your tail for me, sweetie.  Oh my, you DO have a cute butt!  Why don't you show that off more?  Okay, and turn back the other way.  Alrighty!  Now, we're trying to get attention and make an impression - not dress for a night out on the town.  So we're gonna keep this simple, but effective.  First off - let's give those gorgeous socks of ours a little adjustment.>
Crisp looked down at his ankles and felt the fabric of the socks start to vibrate and shift over his fur.  His eyes widened as the crew-length socks began to grow, creeping up his legs and climbing up all the way up over his knees, leaving a swirling pattern of checkerboard stripes curling around from his knees to his ankles.  
<Very yummy!  Now, what do you have in the way of underwear?  Remember, if all goes well, he's going to see these.  They should stand out and be memorable without having the words, 'I'm a cum-slut' written all over your ass.  Oh!  The red ones!  Definitely the red ones with the white piping over the seams!  Yes, yes, yes!  Put those on!>
Crisp nodded and felt the blush creep over his ears again as he stepped into his red briefs, tugging them up over his balls and adjusting them to fit snuggly.  The briefs hugged the outline of his sex and showed off his curvy butt against the stretchy cotton fabric.  
<Oh, those look very yummy on you!  Now let's see what we can do about those pants.>
Crisp surrendered control of his arms over to Kiyoshi who picked up his jeans off the bed and held them up, inspecting them from all sides.
<What you really need are some jeans that hug your ass you properly.  But we can make these work with a few adjustments.>
Crisp watched as his own paws reach over and pick up the scissors from earlier and immediately tried to wrestle back control over his arms.
"What are you doing?  Don't cut up my jeans!  Those are the only clean pair I have left thanks to you."
<Sweetie, will you just learn to relax?  You are going to look so yummy after we're done, you won't even care about these baggy things.  Trust me!  I can't get any cock until you do - you think I'm gonna mess this up?>
Crisp nodded and gulped audibly as his paws went to work on his jeans, cutting the pant legs off much higher than he was comfortable with.  Once Kiyoshi was done slicing up his jeans, he slipped them on and looked in the mirror, feeling embarrassed already.  
"Did you have to cut them so short?  You can almost see my butt in the back.  And look - when I lift my leg up you can easily see the trim of my underwear!"
<Sweetie, you look hot!  Rawr!  And the only people who are gonna see your undies are those that are looking and if they're looking then they're interested.  Now take that tee shirt from earlier and cut about three inches off the bottom.  You've got a little bit of a tummy on you which is adorable and you should let it peek out a bit.>
Crisp turned even redder than before and followed Kiyoshi's instructions.  He slipped on the cutoff tee shirt and stood in front of the mirror again, unable to keep from looking sheepish.
<Oh yes!  That's yummy.  Okay turn a bit.  Lift your tail up - yeah like that.  Run your paws over your butt for me.  Oh, sweetie!  You look a million percent better!  You are cocked, locked, and ready to rock!  Now all we need is one choice piece of alsatian ass - and I know just how to find him.>
Crisp gulped and looked almost panicked and felt his tail getting bushy.  Up until now, it had just been a fantasy they were discussing.  But the thought of actually doing it made his tummy clench.  "Y-you do?  How?"  The wusky tugged at his tee shirt, unsure of how he felt about his belly button peeking out like this.  He felt Kiyoshi turning his eyes towards his favorite poster of the college baseball team.  There in the center field position was the muscled frame of his tiger neighbor, Jaxon, grinning back at him.  
Crisp felt his legs already moving towards the door as more panic spread over his face.  "Uhhh...  Wait, are you sure he can help?  Maybe we should just wait until class tomorrow..." the wusky pleaded, tugging his shirt down along with the back of his pant legs, hoping that his underwear wasn't showing on his butt too much. 
With ears red and his fluffy tail low (obscuring as much of his butt as possible) Crisp let himself be walked over to Jaxon's door and knocked loudly.  There was some shuffling about and a pronounced grunt from the other side before it opened, revealing the ripped tiger totally nude except for a black jockstrap that was not quite up to the task of completely holding his genitals out of sight - especially his balls which were peeking out either side.  Behind him, sprawled out naked and face first down on his dorm bed was the large-chested vixen from earlier.
Jaxon looked Crisp up and down, drinking in his choice in clothing, and barely flicked his tail.  "You need something, skittles?"
Crisp struggled to pull his eyes away from the pouch on the tiger's jock, a task Kiyoshi was not making easy at all.
"Uhh.. I, um...  It...  Oh!  D-Do you know Martel at all?  He's the s-stopcock, um, the, um sh-shortstop on the baseball team.  I g-guess you knew that.  D-Do you know where he is?  Or i-if you're getting b-busy, I mean if you're, um, b-busy we c-can..."
With no change in expression, Jaxon turned to rummage across his desk and pick up his phone, giving the Crisp a fantastic view of his toned ass, leaving him feeling faint and leaning up against the door frame.
"Hey.  It's me.  Where're you at?  My neighbor is looking for you."
Crisp's tail stuck straight out and bushed out.  He winced and waved his paws frantically to not say any more.
"...  Yeah, he's that wusky - I think he's in your morning chem class.  The library?  Cool.  What?  Umm..."
Jaxon paused and held the phone to his chest, looking Crisp over up and down and from the sides.  The wusky gulped and felt his ears getting hotter.
"Trust me - you're not gonna miss him."
Crisp buried his face in his paws.  Jaxon hung up and tossed his phone on his desk.  "Yeah, he's at the library."
"Th-Thanks, Crisp nodded, still with his face in his paws while Kiyoshi cheered.
<Come on, come on - let's go!  Your lover awaits and this otter's butt was built for breedin'.  Come on!>
Crisp made his way out the front of the dorm with a half-hard dick and a sinking feeling that this would end in disaster.  

Part 4 - Library Rendezvous
The journey over to the campus library was fraught with peril.  Kiyoshi was so worked up he had Crisp leaking pre in his undies the entire way and was all but ready to just grab every piece of tail they passed, filling Crisp's every thought with comments about how cute that one jaguar looked and how big that raccoon's bulge was, and how tight those shorts were on that ferret.  Crisp, meanwhile, was performing something of a dance turning and weaving around everyone they passed while he tugged on the frilly ends of his denim shorts and tried not to let his shirt reveal too much of his tummy.
<Will you stop doing that?  You look fi...  Ooohhh mmyyy~  Did you see the tail on that panther?  Oh, let's just grab him and ride that into the sunset!>
"Will you quit ogling every boy we pass?" Crisp hissed through his teeth.  "You're getting yourself all worked and it's getting me all worked up and I'm not going into the library with a boner sticking out of these shorts you put me in!"
<Oh, hush.  You look yummy in those and - oh, DAMN that dalmatian looks built like a linebacker!  Of course, I prefer 'tight ends' myself.>
Finally, the very flushed looking wusky and his insatiably horny spirit guide made it to the campus library.  It took many agonizing minutes of wandering the various levels and rows of desks before they located Martel in a chair leaned up against a wall and engrossed in a textbook.  Crisp was absolutely sure that everyone in the library could see his underwear from one angle or another.  Plus his cock was half erect the entire time from Kiyoshi's relentless drooling over every male within sight.  
"I swear when this is over, I'm gonna have you neutered," the wusky growled under his breath.
<Well I swear by the time this is over you'll understand what all the fuss is about, sweetie.  So put THAT in your mouth and suck it!>
"Shhhhh!  Quiet!  There he is, over by the window.  We need a plan and I need to sit down to think."
<You're the only one that can hear me, silly-butt.>
Crisp pulled out a chair at one of the study desks and scowled, "I know that!  Just...  I'm trying to think!"
<What's to think about?  Just go over there and introduce yourself.  'Hi, I'm Crisp and if you're bored why don't we go back to my place so I can suck your balls dry!'>
"Will you...  You're not helping!" the wusky hissed amid several shush sounds from other students.  Crisp nodded and blushed harder, feeling more self-conscious than ever.  "This was a bad idea.  I can't do this here.  Let's just go back and get you off to some porn for now."
A female squirrel leaned over the partition from the other side and glared at Crisp, tossing her long hair back over her shoulder.  "Who are you talking to?"
Crisp looked up and turned crimson, laying his ears down.  "I...  uhh...  It...  um..."
"Well go and talk to 'him' somewhere else," she snapped and sat back down.
Crisp buried his face in his paws and just wanted to die.  That was the last straw.  He was out of there.  But the moment he got up to leave, his right shoe snagged and held him fast.  He looked down and saw the laces wrapped around the table leg like tiny serpents.  With panic rising, he tugged and pulled on the laces, even trying to pull his foot free from the sneaker and perfectly willing to leave it behind at this point.  Then he felt a large paw grip his shoulder.
"Hey.  You're Crisp, right?"
The wusky swallowed hard and slowly turned his gaze to his shoulder where he laid eyes on the dark umber paw and followed the brown fur up the muscular arm, across the pronounced biceps, over the square shoulder, across the broad, contoured chest, up the solid muzzle, and into the creamy, tan eyes of Martel looking down at him.
<Oooohhh, HON!  He is too cute for words!  Jackpot, sweetie.>
Crisp swallowed hard and felt his ears lay down in surrender.  He gazed back with large eyes dancing with stars.  "I am - yes.  I mean, I am Crisp, yes - that's me, Crisp.  I...  Yes, that's my name, sure," he stammered as his left foot started to twitch and shuffle about under his chair.  
"Oh, cool.  Hey, I'm Martel.  If you, um, didn't know that already, I guess.  So, were you looking for me?"
All my life.  "I...  was - yes.  Looking f-for you.  I was.  Am.  I am looking for where you, um, was."
Crisp felt like such an idiot for listening to Kiyoshi.  Now what was he supposed to do?  His left foot was twitching in place the more he looked into Martel's eyes.  Crisp moved his paw down on his thigh to keep his foot from jumping about but he could already feel his underwear starting to get tight around his cock.  He huffed and dug his claws into his thigh - a message to Kiyoshi to calm the fuck down.  But, in truth, the heat in his groin was more his own than from the frisky otter.  
Martel nodded and looked around, his ears and tail sagging.  "Oh, okay.  Um, you're in my morning chem class, right?  Are you okay?  You kinda left in a hurry."
Crisp closed his eyes for a moment just to replay that lovely caramel voice of his back in his mind.  His feet squirmed in place.  "I...  Y-Yeah.  That, um - I just r-really had to go to the bathroom.  Bad.  'Cause, um..."
The female squirrel with the long hair popped up over the top of partition, nearly scaring the life out of Crisp.  "Will you two either shut up or go someplace else to make out?" she hissed, glaring at both of them.
"Oh...  Yeah, sorry."
"Sorry."
Crisp looked back at Martel and made what was at first a completely innocent suggestion.  "We could go into one of the small study rooms to talk - i-if you want," he whispered, barely over the rumble of his heart thumping in his ears.  
Martel nodded and wagged, "Yeah, that'd be great!  Lead on."
The alsatian's enthusiasm was a bit surprising, but moreover Crisp was just relieved to get away from the angry squirrel next to them.  Kiyoshi, however, was ecstatic.
<Oh, this is great!  He's into you!  You're gonna be balls-deep in alsatian ass in no time!>
Crisp felt his underwear lurch and he grabbed a random book off a shelf to hold in front of him.  He hissed under his breath, "Will you calm down?!  You're making me hard!  And how do you know he's into me?"
<Because he asked you to lead, silly-butt!  He wants to check out your ass!  Lift your tail like I told you and move your hips when you walk!>
Crisp started to blush again as he walked down the rows of books with Martel behind him, wondering if Kiyoshi was right and the alsatian was checking out his ass.  He gritted his teeth and hissed again, "Are you sure I should..."
<GET YOUR TAIL UP ALREADY!>
With a jolt, Crisp curled his fluffy wusky tail up high - much higher than he'd intended.  So high he felt his denim cutoff shorts start to slump a bit, letting the top of his bright red undies peek out in the back.  It was too late to lower it back down now without seeming obvious.  He stifled a whimper but biting his lip as Kiyoshi cheered him on.
<Yeah, hon, perfect!  Ooohh!  You're doing great!  I bet he's leaking pre like a faucet!>
The image of the alsatian's groin growing wet with precum flooded Crisp's mind, making his sneakers click against each other as he walked along and his cock fully unfurl in his undies.
"KIYOSHI!" he hissed out loud.
"Hmm?  Did you say something, Crisp?" Martel asked, leaning in closer.
Crisp blushed and made sure the book was obscuring his crotch before he looked over his shoulder and rubbed his nose.  "Heh heh.  Bless me," he replied sheepishly.
By the time they reached one of the private study rooms, Crisp's groin was radiating heat and it was all he could do to keep his cock from exploding in a full erection, ripping through his shorts and underwear.  The rooms were just bigger than an office cubicle and had enough room for two or three people.  But more importantly, they had a door that closed for some privacy.  The rooms weren't soundproof, really, but you could talk without disturbing others.  As soon as they found one that was open, Crisp shot inside and sat down, scooting the chair up as close to the table as possible as his cock twitched and threatened to make an appearance any second now.  Martel followed him in and shut the door.
"Oh, yeah.  This is much better," the alsatian chirped, reaching his paws up in the air in a full body stretch that sent shivers down his tail, also lifting up his shirt and exposing most of his well-defined abs right in front of Crisp's face.  The wusky's jaw dropped to the floor and his sneakers practically jumped through the wall.  Crisp whimpered, feeling his cock swelling painfully against one of the seams in his underwear.  There was no way he would be standing back up anytime soon.
Martel took a seat on top of the other work desk with his feet dangling off the front.  The alsatian continued chatting away as Crisp tried not to let himself pant and drool too obviously.  "So you gotta suffer through chem class too, huh?  Well maybe we can pair up in lab and maybe get out of there alive.  You seem like a smart guy and all.  Hey, thanks for hanging out and chatting with me.  Most times, people avoid talking to us 'cause they think if they don't play sports then we won't have much to talk about but I'm not only about baseball, you know?  I like other stuff.  Do you mind if I take my shirt off?  It's kinda warm in here." 
Crisp opened his mouth to talk but couldn't remember how to form words.  He ended up shaking his head and watching with dilated eyes as the alsatian lifted off his shirt and laid out the chiseled features of his chest.  Crisp's sneakers pounded against the floor and the legs of his chair.
<OH, SWEET MERCIFUL GODDESS OF YIFF!  He wants you!>
"What?" Crisp hissed out of the corner of his mouth.
<Just look at his crotch.>
"I'm not looking at his..."
<LOOK AT HIS CROTCH!>
Crisp felt his eyes compelled to look down at the alsatian's groin while Martel was tossing his shirt to the side.  The wusky's eyes nearly popped out of his face upon seeing the large bulge laid out against the alsatian's left thigh and pressed up against his nylon gym shorts.  Crisp suddenly felt the wave of heat like from earlier in the classroom, his screaming-hard erection stretching out the fabric of his underwear and almost sticking out the leg of his shorts.  The pre was gathering fast in his urethra and he felt his balls swelling with cum.  He tried not to pant, but the feeling was overwhelming his senses fast.  
Martel looked at Crisp and saw him biting his lip like he wanted to start panting.  "Oh, are you hot too?  Here, take your shirt off.  No one else can see us or cares.  It'll be fine."
Before Crisp knew what was happening, Martel was standing almost on top of him, lifting his shirt up over his arms.  The alsatian was close enough that Crisp could inhale his scent and caught the unmistakable hint of musk.  He gulped and let his eyes look down, catching the outline of Martel's cock against the slick fabric of his shorts.  Pre crept out of the wusky's cock and started to dampen his undies.  His heart raced in his ears.  His sneakers buzzed with nervous pent-up energy.
<Oh sweet goddess!  I want him inside me sooooooo bad!>
Crisp blushed more and tried to keep from moving around too much as he felt his crotch pulsing with heat.  
"There!  That's better, I bet.  A little cooler at least.  Heh - I guess we're supposed to be studying in here, but honestly I've totally forgotten at this point what I even came to the library for!" Martel chuckled with a little wag in his tail.
<*gurgle!*>
Crisp nodded and swallowed hard, feeling his cock strain hard against his undies.  He wanted to say something.  Anything.  He could feel the conversation dying.  But his concentration was laser focused on keeping himself from cumming all over himself again.  A struggle that Kiyoshi was not helping with in the slightest.  All he managed was a nod and a weak smile as he dug his claws into the table and crossed his feet to keep them from dancing around so much.
Martel rubbed the back of his ears and looked for another topic.  "You, uhh... have cool taste in clothes.  Heh.  I really like those socks!  You don't see many thigh-high striped socks like those anywhere.  Those are pretty cool.  Um...   I, uh, not sure if I was supposed to see 'em or not, but those red briefs are pretty cool too.  Kinda different flavor from the plain ol' white ones."
Crisp felt his ears catch on fire.  He would have given his immortal soul to turn invisible and leave right then and there.  He grinned sheepishly and muttered, "Th-thanks..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, dude!  I didn't mean to embarrass you.  No, it's cool.  See?  Here look..."  Crisp watched in utter disbelief as Martel stood up and tugged his gym shorts down a little, exposing the shiny spandex fabric of his athletic boxer briefs and the top of his bulge.  "I mean, I wear these plain ol' things mainly 'cause that's what I'm used to.  So I think it's really cool to see someone wear something with a little color on his undies."
Crisp's eyes were fixated on the swollen lump peeking out over the top of Martel's waistband.  He tried not to hyperventilate.  His heart pounded in his chest and he could feel Kiyoshi stroking himself, making the wusky's balls tighten up and throb.  More pre leaked into his underwear forming a wet spot on the tip of his tent.  Without thinking, he pressed his paws over his own crotch and winced as the rush of lust washed over him.
"Ohh...  M-Martel..!" he whimpered.
The alsatian dropped to his knees beside Crisp with a look of concern.  "Oh shit - are you okay?  You look so flushed - did you hurt yourself?  Is it bad?"
Martel's paw reached under the table and rested on Crisp's thigh, moving up slowly to where his paws were clasped.  Then time slowed down to a crawl and Crisp was powerless to stop what happened next.  
Crisp's heartbeat thudded in his ears.  The alsatian's fingers dragged up the fur on his thigh and up across the bottom of his denim shorts.  Crisp looked up at Martel with desperation, his eyes dilated and shaking.  Martel slowly cocked his ears to one side trying to understand his expression, his paw moved up over to the base of Crisp's raging hard-on.  One by one, Martel's fingers rippled over the tent in his undies poking out the side of his left pant leg, spreading the puddle of pre soaking the fabric over his fingertips, gliding over the hypersensitive glans on the wusky's trembling dick, and finally squeezing gently across the tent of underwear enveloping his cock.
The feeling of Martel squeezing his cock sent ripples of pleasure cascading through his body.  The wusky bit down into his own arm, grunting and whimpering in a vain attempt to stay quiet.  Crisp and Kiyoshi both felt their eyes roll back in their heads as a tidal wave of pleasure surged through his balls, releasing a gushing flood of cum exploding into his underwear, spilling out the sides and over his balls, spurting over and over again, leaving Crisp dizzy and disoriented.
Martel withdrew his paw as the smell of semen saturated the air of the study room.  Crisp looked up, his eyes full of shame, pleading for forgiveness.  He expected to see shock or horror or even ridicule in Martel's face.  But he found instead wide eyes and a hint of blush on his ears.  
Martel looked at the cum on his fingertips and back at the whimpering, panting wusky.  "W-was that...  Did you...  Just from me?"
Crisp wanted to die again.  He nodded sheepishly and stared at the ground.  The next thing he knew he was being pulled out of his seat and lifted up by his shoulders by Martel's rippling arms.  The alsatian panted heavily and set him down on the table, leaning the wusky back a bit and tugging on his cutoff denim shorts.  Crisp could only watch and stare as the alsatian pulled his pants off, leaving him naked except for his damp undies and his socks and sneakers.  Martel's eyes spread open, staring at the wusky's wet crotch, licking his lips at the sight of all the cum that was dribbling out the side of his bright red briefs. 
"S-So much cum," the alsatian panted, leaning in closer and inhaling the scent of his lust.
Crisp felt another wave of heat take him, his heart was racing so fast he was dizzy.  His cock woke up and started to twitch from all the attention.  Was this really happening?
Martel pressed his muzzle up against Crisp's underwear, right under his balls and licked the fabric, lapping up the taste of all that pent up sexual energy that had spilled out across his undies.  The wusky gasped and clawed at the table as the unfamiliar sensation of another male's tongue on his balls consumed him.  
Martel grunted and tugged off his own shorts, freeing his erection that was drooling precum all over the carpet.  "I want you.  Right here.  I can't wait anymore.  Those shorts!  Oh, fuck me, those socks!"  He rubbed his muzzle up and down along the length of Crisp's thigh-high socks, smelling and tasting of them as all Crisp could to was gasp and pant, gripping the table and trying not to pass out from sensory overload.  Crisp's sneakers were positively glowing.
The air in the room was suddenly thick with the smell of pre and sex.  Martel kicked his underwear aside and rubbed his raging hard-on against the wusky's bulge, snarling with desire as his hard cock glided back and forth over the cotton fabric stretched over Crisp's balls.  He pulled the wusky's leg up over his shoulder and drizzled more of his pre over him.  Crisp gurgled and panted hard, feeling his cock regain its full erection potential, lifting up the elastic of his underwear and throbbing for attention.  
Martel wasted no time.  He tugged the wusky's red briefs to the side and pressed his cock up hard against his ass.  Crisp moaned as the feeling of the hot, wet cock pushed up against his asshole, making him shudder and whimper.  The wusky stared up at the grunting alsatian and bit his lip as Martel grinded his cock over Crisp's ass.  Crisp could feel his sneakers radiating their own heat and twitching wildly on his feet.
"Nnfff..  Oh f-fuck, you're s-s-so t-tight!"
Martel pressed and twisted, unable to press the tip of his thick cock into the wusky's virgin hole.  Bending over, he pressed his muzzle up between Crisp's cheeks, lapping at his pucker while both of them moaned and panted.  Crisp dug his claws harder into the table, his head swimming in raw carnal pleasure as the alsatian's tongue wiggled up inside him.
"There," Martel panted as he went back to rubbing his cock all over the damp bulge of Crisp's underwear.  "That should loosen you up a bit."  But to make sure, Martel reached his paw up inside Crisp's undies, caressing and fondling his balls and cock until his fingers were dripping in cum.  Crisp bit his lip and whimpered loudly, trying desperately not to cry out.  Martel slathered the wusky's semen across his own throbbing, hot sex and pressed up hard against his ass again.
"Nnnff...  Cum makes the best lube," Martel growled, twisting his tip until Crisp's tailhole began to spread.
Crisp's sneakers quivered and made his feet dance and wiggle in midair as sparkles of light popped off of them.  He panted, nearly hyperventilating, as Martel pressed his tip in further, spreading his ring wider.  With a *pop*, the alsatian's heavily swollen tip pressed inside.  Crisp threw his head back and moaned out loud, feeling his entire body ripple with heat.
"Oh fuck!  SSSHHH!  You have to be quiet for fuck's sake!" Martel whimpered, pressing two fingers into Crisps mouth.  The wusky trembled and grunted as more of the alsatian's thick cock slowly squeezed into his virginal ass.  Crisp gurgled and felt his flesh spasm and contract around Martel's hot dick, grinding his ass back against the alsatian's advances and panting with heat. 
Martel worked himself in deeper, using the wusky's own cum as lube as he spread him open even wider, his cock trembling and getting even harder inside.  Crisp panted, feeling heat and pleasure spread across his body as his insides adjusted to the presence of the alsatian's hot flesh.  His own dick twitched and strained against the fabric of his underwear again, slipping out over the waistband and leaking pre everywhere as Martel's cock rubbed and massaged his prostate.
Crisp whimpered loudly as the alsatian's cock finally hilted him balls-deep, prompting Martel to panic again, begging him to try and be quiet.  But Crisp was fuck-all from being able to keep quiet with Martel drilling his cock into him over and over again, stretching his ass out, and pounding his prostate with repeated thumps of his tip.  The cotton fabric of the wusky's underwear slid up and down his dick with every thrust, stroking him into a massive orgasm buildup.
"NNFFGGG... F-Fuck..  P-puppy...  You're s-so t-t-tight...  *grunt* Oh-shit-can't-hold-gonna-c...  CCCCCUUUMMMM-RRRRRRGGGHHH- OH F-FUCK!"
With feral growls that echoed off the walls of the study room, the alsatian rammed his cock into Crisp's ass with a massive thrust that rocked the table.  The wusky yelped and whimpered as a hot flood of thick alsatian cum filled his insides, making his prostate spasm.  His tip flared up hard and jetted thick ropes of hot wusky seed all across his chest and face with some slinging up against the wall behind him.
Crisp lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling, his head swimming in post carnal bliss.  He was barely aware of Martel grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up before pressing their muzzles together and kissing him deeply.  
"Best study session I ever had, pup," the sweaty alsatian grinned, panting heavily.  "Come on, we gotta get out of here before someone sees this mess," he giggled, hurriedly pulling his underwear back on.
The two of them snuck out of the library as inconspicuously as they could, trying not to giggle too much or look too guilty along the way.  Both of them found it difficult to walk straight as they crossed the quad back toward Crisp's dorm.  Still grinning stupidly and basking in the afterglow of his first sex, Crisp looked into Martel's eyes at the door to his dormitory.
The alsatian put his paws on Crisp's ears and pulled him in for proper goodbye tonguing, making sure to try and swallow his tonsils.  The wusky blushed crimson and kissed him back, feeling tipsy.  They said their goodbyes for now and Crisp stumbled back to his room and flopped on the bed. He didn't even care how sore his butt was or that he was basically out of clothes to wear until he did laundry.

*********************

Gurgling happily, he lay on his back and for the first time realized he hadn't heard a peep from Kiyoshi in a long time.  He looked down at his sneakers and they seemed a bit more dull than before, not quite as shiny.  Even the socks had lost some of their luster and sparkle.  The shoelaces still had a bit of a shimmer to them but had lost that iridescent quality he remembered from before.  
Curious, Crisp sat up on the bed and clicked the heels of his sneakers together.  Nothing.  He looked up at his poster of the baseball players and stared at the muscle-ripped physiques.  Other then a mild longing in his tummy, there was no overwhelming lust washing over him.  He pictured his neighbor, Jaxon, again in his mind - reliving that scene with him answering the door almost naked.  But there was no surge of hormones or insatiable heat gathering in his crotch.  
With a pronounced sigh of relief, Crisp flopped back down on the bed and grinned.  It had worked.  Kiyoshi the otter, or whatever he was, was now free apparently.  Or at least he was gone from here.  Gone from Crisp's life.  The wusky sighed happily again and tugged at the laces of his shoes.  As awesome as they looked on him, right now he was more than happy just to be able to take them off without the laces fighting back.  
Crisp tugged off both sneakers and his socks and set them beside his bed.  He dreaded what he was gonna see when he pulled off his shorts and underwear, but there was probably never a time in his life that he needed a shower more than right now.  Too bad Martel couldn't have stayed to scrub his back, he giggled.  
Crisp poked his head into his bathroom and turned on the shower to get warm while he peeled off his clothes.  He let his cutoff denim shorts fall to the floor and shuffled out of his shirt.  His underwear, heavy and dripping with semen, he flung onto the dirty clothes pile along with the other pairs from earlier.  He was all ready to climb into a nice warm shower when he heard the strangest sound coming from behind him.
The nude wusky turned around and looked at his bed where the sound had come from, at first not seeing anything.  This he ears perked up and heard it again - a sort of popping sound like popcorn coming from the end of his mattress.  Crisp gulped.  Where his sneakers were sitting.
Cautiously, he crept in and took a closer look.  With a flash of sparks, one of the sneakers fizzled and flew across the room.  Crisp yelped and covered his ears and head.  Then the other one flew up, leaving streams of sparkling dust in the air.  The socks levitated and spun around, bouncing off walls and sending papers and clothes flying.  The sneakers bounced off the floor and ran up the underside of Crisp's tail making him yelp.  
Then he watched as the two sneakers and pair of socks came together in the middle of the room, spinning in a shower of sparks and flashes of light.  With a blast of smoke, they were gone.  The smoke slowly cleared from the room, leaving Crisp looking wide-eyed at a shimmering, extremely nude otter standing in the middle of his floor.  
"Ooohhhh~  That's MUCH better!" the translucent otter stretched and muttered with a big grin.  "Oh my, you look even cuter than I thought!"
Crisp blushed and felt his paws immediately rush to cover himself.
"Hee hee~  You're so adorable!  Thanks for letting me out of that prison, sweetie.  Oh, the two of us are going to have so much fun together!"
Crisp whimpered and buried his face in his paws.  What had his uncle gotten him into?  

~The End~ =P