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.  Any resemblance to any characters or places, living or dead or in between, is purely coincidental and you can't prove otherwise la-la-la-la-la-la-la I can't hear you.  Otters with big dicks are yummy.

It was a glorious morning in the Irish countryside.  A beautiful day for a walk that Crisp was all too eager to take advantage of.  It was day one of a week-long adventure on the Emerald Isle, all thanks to a lucky raffle ticket.  Crisp still couldn't believe he was actually there, but he was not about to waste any more of the day sitting in awe in his hotel room.  
Before departing, the wusky pulled out his sneakers, from where they were laid carefully under his bed.  For a day as important as his first day in Ireland, Crisp decided that it called for a little 'dressing up'.  He pulled out a brand new package of shoe laces and admired how bright they were, positively glowing in the sunlight.  They were going to look so beautiful on his bright, colorful sneakers.  He pulled the old, dirty laces out and tossed them in the trash bin.  No need for those ugly things anymore now that he had his new, gleaming white laces to use.  
Crisp sat on the edge of the bed with his sneakers in his lap and carefully unpackaged the new laces, rolling them out and running then through his paws, enjoying the smoothness of the fabric.  He took care in lacing them up, making sure they were even at every loop, and not too tight.  When he got to the end, it looked at first that they were too long, but that was probably because he'd pulled them a bit too much in the loops.  
He slipped on his favorite pair of striped socks and wiggled his feet into his sneakers.  He pulled the new laces up and flexed his toes to get comfy only to discover that, yes, the laces were much too big for his sneakers.  Crisp sighed and look down at his sneakers with the laces sprawled out on either side.  And sure, the other laces fit better and were probably safer to wear, but these new ones were so white and gleaming and just looked so pretty on his colorful sneakers!  Crisp made up his mind to just tie the bows extra big and double the knots.  That should make them just fine to wear as long as he was careful when he walked.  
Crisp carefully tied the bright, shiny new laces into rather oversized bow knots and stood up to see how nice they looked.  He stood in front of the floor length mirror and shuffled his feet around, admiring his sneakers from all sides one last time before heading out the door into the sunlit Irish countryside.  The small town was quaint and beautiful, full of old cottages, pubs, some very interesting looking clothing shops and so many good places to eat, Crisp could easily blow his entire budget on just the food alone.  
But what to try first?  He wanted to be careful with his money and not get too wrapped up in impulse buys.  The smells from the bakery were absolutely heavenly.  But the pub across the street looked like a fun place and a nice pint of beer would really hit the spot.  The clothing store might have some fun, new socks that he could get to go with his sneakers.  He had almost, finally, maybe decided on the pub when crossing the street he felt his left shoe get trapped when his laces snagged on a piece of root sticking up.  He turned and tried to pull his foot free but only succeeded in losing his balance and getting his other foot caught between two cobblestones on the road.
Down he went, his sneaker trapped between the two rocks.  Crisp hit the ground with a thud and looked around, embarrassed that anyone might have seen that terrible lack of dexterity.  But what was worse than that, when he pulled his foot free, his beautiful sneaker had a tear in the sole.  Crisp whimpered and stuck his finger in the hole and wiggled it around.  What a terrible bit of luck, this was.  Now he would need new shoes, but these were his absolute favorite sneakers in the whole world!  Crisp sighed and pulled himself up.  There was nothing for it.  He would have to find a new pair of favorite sneakers.  These were officially shot.  
"G'day to ye, lad.  Havin' a bit o' trouble, are we?"
Crisp turned around towards the voice behind him and at started to speak, but there was no one there.  The wusky scratched his ears and wondered if he'd been hearing things.
"Down jus' a bit, lad."
Crisp felt a tapping on his leg and looked down to see a short otter tipping his little bowler hat in one paw and holding an otter-sized shillelagh in the other.  Crisp couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked in his green woolen vest and tweed trousers.  He seemed short, even for an otter.  His ears were barely higher than Crisp's belt.  The wusky resisted the temptation to lean over and pet him on the head like a child.  
"Oh!  Oh, I didn't see you dow...  Um, I-I mean...  Hi.  Um, hello, my name is Crisp."
"Think nothin' of it, lad.  Pleasure to be makin' your acquaintance, Mr. Crisp," The otter bowed and tipped his little bowler hat again.  "Now tell me, what would have ye lookin' so foul on day so fair as this?"
Crisp stifled another grin.  This otter was just too cute!  "Oh, it's just Crisp.  No 'mister' for me, thanks.  And it's my shoes."  Crisp sat down on a nearby bench and held his foot up on his opposite knee, playing with the hole in the bottom.  "I tripped and got a flat tire, it seems.  So I'll need new shoes now.  And...  I mean, it may sound silly, but I really, really liked these sneakers.  So I'm kinda sad about that."
"An' a fine pair 'o bróga they are, too!  Ne'er have I seen the like.  So bright an' red an' green - an Irish shoe if e'er I did see one, lad.  T'would be a shame to toss 'em away.  Perhaps you'd like 'em mended instead."
Crisp perked up his ears and thumped his tail anxiously.  "Oh, that would be great if it could be done.  Do you know of a place I could do that?"
"Why, the fates be smilin' upon ye today, good sir!  I were jus' about to open up shop when I happened upon ye."
The otter pointed with his shillelagh across the street to a tiny shop wedged between two cottages, just barely big enough for one, maybe two people to come inside at once.  It had a wooden sign out front with a large shoe on it and in the window, a myriad of leather, cloth, and canvas boots, shoes, sneakers, clogs, slippers, and everything in between.  In fact, it had so many unique and fascinating looking footwear adorning the shelves and displays that Crisp found it extremely odd how he could have possibly missed it before.  Almost like it wasn't there until just now.  
Crisp shook off his doubts and turned with a giddy smile and thumped his tail.  "Oh, could you look at them right away?"
The otter winked at Crisp and started over to cross the street with the wusky following close beside him.  "But o' course, m'lad!  We can' let ye go a-wanderin' around the countryside in broken shoes, now can we?  Come in, come in and we'll get ye set right, straight away!"
"Oh, thank you!  Thank you so much...  um...  m-mister, um?"
"Kiyosh...  Er, um.  Kee... ill... eeeee... an.  Kiyilleee...  Kilian!  Yes!  Kilian the cobbler at your service, sir," the otter finally managed to say, bowing low.
Crisp blinked and tilted his ears.  He looked the otter up and down and tried to remember something.  Something familiar about him.  "Wait...  Do I...  Do I know you?  Have we met before?"
The otter looked around and adjusted his bowler hat.  "'Ave you ever been to Ireland b'fore, Mr. Crisp?"
"No," Crisp replied, shaking his head but still looking sideways at the otter.
"Well, there you go then!  Come!  Come inside and le's have a look at those wonderful shoes o' yers."
The otter scurried inside before Crisp could say another word.  Shrugging it off as just déjà vu, the wusky followed Kilian into his shop.
The inside of the cobbler's shop was shoes, shoes, and more shoes hanging off every shelf and from the walls and in boxes underfoot.  Still, as cluttered as the place was, Crisp was rather surprised at how big it was on the inside.  It certainly didn't look that big to him when he saw the place from the outside.  Kilian shuffled on back behind the counter and hopped up on his stool with a gleam in his eyes as he watched the wide-eyed Crisp wandering up and down the rows of meticulously crafted shoes that were unlike any he had ever seen before.
"Aye, 'tis a fine collection if I so say so m'self.  I see you have an eye for the love and care that goes into each pair.  No two are alike, y'know.  Now then, Mr. Crisp, shall we be takin' a look at your sole o' yers?"
Crisp chuckled.  "Yeah, I'd certainly trade my soul for some of these, no doubt.  Oh!  You mean...  Sorry!  I wasn't thinking about..." he grunted, hopping around on one foot to get his laces untied and finally pull his sneaker off.  He handed the damaged shoe over to Kilian who nodded back with a strangely happy grin on his face.
"Aye, this is nothin' but a wee bit o' resin an' a few stitches to set right.  No time at all.  Take a look around and see what ye like and I'll have ye fixed up in no time, Mr. Crisp."
The wusky nodded with a wag and did just that.  The shoes in Kilian's shop were so beautiful, Crisp hardly dared to even wonder what they might cost.  He picked up a pair of stunning cap toe boots and was just about to ask Kilian if it would be alright to try them on when a glint of shimmering green caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.  He turned to look an see where the shimmer had come from and followed it to a small cabinet hanging up on the wall with one door only partially closed.  Inside, Crisp could just barely made out the green, almost glittery, reflection.  Overcome with curiosity he opened the two small doors.
The hinges on the doors moved with a rusty squeak.  Crisp's eyes opened with a pop.  His jaw hit the floor with a thud.  Inside the cabinet, on a slanted shelf were a pair of the most gorgeous green shoes Crisp had ever seen.  His eyes dilated and reflected their iridescent aura that sparkled in the sun.  They were polished to a gleaming shine that looked more like glass than leather, so much so he could see his reflection staring back.  But they also looked soft and comfortable like suede.  They weren't just green, they were a rainbow of greens that danced in the pupils of his eyes.  Crisp blushed and wiped his mouth off once he embarrassingly realized he'd drooled a little.  
"Aye, they're a fine pair, they are.  Good for just about anythin' ye can imagine.  They are the most comfortable walkin' boots you'll ever put on yer paws and the most supple dancing shoes that will never tire y'feet."
"They're beautiful," Crisp nodded, still glassy-eyed and dreaming of how they would look on his feet.
"Yer shoes are ready for ye, lad."
Crisp, still looking at the pair of green beauties in front of him, blinked and looked confused.  "They...  They are?"  He turned and looked to the front counter where the smiling otter was holding up his repaired sneaker.  "O-Ohh...  Right!  Heh.  Sorry, I was...  it, umm...  Those sure are beautiful.  Oh, um, s-sorry.  How much do I owe you?"
Kilian placed the sneaker on the counter for Crisp and shrugged.  "T'weren't no bother, lad.  Truth be told I was happy for the company and conversation.  Call it a 'Welcome to Ireland' gift."
"Oh - oh, no I couldn't...  do, um..."  Crisp paused, losing his train of thought.  "I sh-shouldn't ask, but how much are those green shoes in the cabinet?  I mean, I could never afford them I'm sure, but do you mind me asking?" he asked, absently taking his sneaker back.
The otter grinned wider and hopped up on the counter.  "You've taken a shine to 'em, 'ave you now?  Perhaps you'd better see if they are a good fit for y'feet, then?"
Crisp blushed.  "Oh no!  No, that's okay, I couldn't.  I mean...  There w-wouldn't be any point to, um...  Because I couldn't...  But...  I-I mean, if you d-don't mind."
Kilian gave the wusky a wink and pulled one of the green shoes from the cabinet and knelt down in front of Crisp, holding the shoe up for him.  Crisp set his one sneaker back down on the counter and flopped his blushing ears back as he slipped his foot into the sparkling shoe.
Crisp felt the breath rush out of him like he'd jumped into a cold mountain lake.  The shoe fit his paw like a silk glove that was made exactly for him.  It was the perfect length, width, and shape for his paw and he could swear it sent a warm shiver throughout his body.  
"Ohhh...  It's lovely," Crisp whispered, lifting his foot up and rotating his ankle around.  It nearly broke his heart to place his foot back in the otter's paws to take the shoe back off.  "Thank you.  That...  It was very nice.  I... I should go," Crisp stuttered, suddenly feeling more of a blush of embarrassment over his ears.  He hastily put his newly repaired sneaker back on and tied the laces more securely this time, making sure they were not flopping around too much.  
"Are you sure I don't owe you anything?" he asked again, talking to Kilian but still watching the shoes in the open cabinet out of the corner of his eye.
"Think nothin' of it, lad.  As I say, the good company was worth more than the coin.  But are y'sure you don' want to try on the other shoe?" the otter asked with a grin and a sparkle in his eye.
Crisp bit his lip and dared to look just once more at the pair of glorious green shoes in the cabinet.  He forced his head to shake and he managed to say at last, "No.  Thank you, though.  But I really should be on my way."
The otter tipped his little bowler hat to Crisp as the wusky rushed to the front of the store, trying to leave before he changed his mind.  He got all the way with his paw on the doorknob and the door halfway open before he stopped and panted.  He stood there, conflicted in thought for a moment before looking again at the radiant shoes and whimpering under his breath.  With his heart pounding in his ears, Crisp turned back towards Kilian and ran up to the counter.  
"How much?  I have to know!  I...  I don't have much but..."  Crisp pulled out all the traveler's cheques he had in his wallet and fanned them out on the counter.  "Would this be enough?  Oh, they are the most wonderful shoes in the whole world!  Or...  Or could I work here and pay them off, maybe?  I'd be happy to do any cleaning or restocking or anything you ask!  Is there any way we could work out some sort of deal?  I just have to have them!"
The otter pulled a pipe from his vest pocket and lit it, puffing a tiny ring of smoke from his cheeks.  He slowly raised his head to Crisp with a gleam in his eyes that made Crisp's tail prickle.
"A deal, y'say?  A deal, hmmm?"  The otter hopped up on the counter and puffed another ring of smoke, keeping his eyes on Crisp as the wusky felt his ears grow warm from the otter's hungry looking eyes.  Kilian hopped down and walked around Crisp, puffing on his pipe and looking at him from all sides.
"Can you lift your arms for me, lad?"
"I...  I'm sorry?"
"Your arms.  Lift 'em up as high as they'll go so I can see somethin'"
Crisp wasn't sure what to make of Kilian's request but it seemed harmless enough.  He lifted his arms up towards the rafters and felt his shirt come untucked, exposing a strip of his tummy.  The otter looked him up and down all over and grinned in a way that made Crisp a little nervous.  
"Very good, lad.  Now can ye touch yer toes for me?"
"Huh?  What does this have to do with how much the shoes cost?"
Kilian hopped back up on the counter and smiled.  "Y'did say you would be willin' t'work for the cost of the shoes, now.  So I'm jus' sizin' up if yer qualified for the kind o' work that'd be involved is all."
It seemed like a fair explanation, but Crisp still felt like that otter was looking at him very strangely.  Oh well, it was for a good cause, after all.  And it was just touching his toes.  What harm was there in that?  The wusky shrugged and nodded, leaning over to reach his paws as far as he could towards his toes with his tail high up in the air.
"Oh, yesssss.  Lovely qualifications y'got there," he heard the otter say with a murr in his voice.  
Crisp jumped back upright and pulled his shirt down, looking red in the ears.  "Okay, so can I get the shoes or not?  What kind of work is this anyway?"
"Easy now, lad.  Take a breath an' give a listen to what I'm proposin' for ye.  The shoes are worth far more coin than ye carry in yer purse.  However, like with the repair to yer other shoe, I'm more interested in the good company and yer help with a small matter of housecleanin'."
Crisp blinked.  "Housecleaning?"
"Aye, lad.  As y'might a-noticed, I'm a wee bit on the wee side o' things.  So as y'can imagine, the only places that get a good cleanin' are those about yay high an' none other.  If you were to say, agree to come over and give me humble little abode some lovin' care, a little bit o' light dustin' an' wipin' an' polishin', just fer one night from dusk 'til dawn, I'd be willin' t'trade the shoes fer that."
Crisp looked utterly confused.  "I don't...  Wait - you'd be willing to trade me those shoes, the ones I just looked at, the g-green ones I tried on, those shoes over there - you'd be willing to give me those shoes and all I have to do is clean your house?"
Kilian nodded with that same unnerving grin as before.  "Aye.  From dusk 'til dawn you'd be my guest and do a little housecleanin'.  One night.  What d'ye say, lad?"
Crisp looked at the otter sideways.  Something about him still seemed off.  But then he looked back at the sparkling green shoes in the cabinet and felt his heart swell with joy.  He looked at the otter and gulped.  
"One night.  Of cleaning your house.  That's all I have to do and the shoes are mine?"
Kilian tamped out his pipe and nodded with a smile.
Crisp whimpered and held his tail in his paws.  He didn't know what to do.  It was too good to be real, but then what harm was there in one night of light housecleaning?  He looked back and the shoes and then back at Kilian.  The fur on the back of his neck stood up when he said, "Okay, it's a deal."
The otter hopped up and giggled, rubbing his paws together.  "'Tis a fine deal indeed!  Ye won' be disappointed.  In fact, jus' t'show how much a good sport I am, I'll give ye the shoes the moment ye arrive at my humble little place.  What d'ye say?"
Crisp nodded and wagged.  That did sound like a good promise.
"Aye then!  We shake on it an' make it official, lad!"
The otter spat on his paw and held it out.  Crisp made a face but again didn't see the harm in humoring Kilian a little more.  He spat on his own paw and shook with the otter, who looked positively radiant with anticipation.
"Excellent, lad!  My place is the last one at the end of the southern cobblestone road.  Jus' start at the center o' town and head south.  Ye can' miss it!  Oh!  And be sure yer there b'fer the sun goes down.  Tha's part o' the deal!  From dusk 'til dawn."
Crisp barely heard a word Kilian was saying.  He knew it was impolite to wag this hard but he couldn't help it!  In just a few short hours those lovely green shoes would be his and only for a night's worth of housecleaning!  This trip was turning out to be the best thing that had ever happened to him.
"Oh, thank you, sir!  Mr. Kilian!  Oh, thank you so much!" he gushed as he walked backward towards the front door.  "You won't be sorry, sir.  I'll do a great job for you.  Thank you again.  Oh, this is so great!  Thank you!"
Crisp waved at the otter through the window of his storefront before dashing off to get a late lunch and daydream about how magnificent those new shoes were going to look on him.  So lost in thought he was, he nearly bumped into several local collies on his way to the pub.  For the first time since he'd arrived in Ireland, he desperately wanted time to speed up a little.  The sooner the sun set, the sooner he'd have his new shoes on his feet!

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It was early still, just after midafternoon when Crisp made his way to the center of town and double-checked to make sure that he was on the correct road headed south.  Kilian had told him not to be late and Crisp didn't want to take any chances.  Still admiring the lovely repair job the otter had done to his sneaker, Crisp set out down the cobblestone road with a skip in his step and nearly dancing to a tune in his head as he trotted along.  Along the way, he passed several cottages and homes, each one as charming and lovely as the next.  Kilian said his was at the end of the road and since Crisp wasn't sure how long the road was, he quickened his pace.
The shadows were growing long and from the sun sitting low in the sky.  Crisp was jogging now, hoping he hadn't made some terrible mistake about waiting to leave when he did.  He'd assumed it would be enough time, but never thought to ask how far Kilian's cottage was from town.  The road twisted and turned, leaving the rows of houses behind and entering into a thick of forest that seemed to Crisp like he was leaving the town entirely.  Had he missed Kilian's home?  The cobblestone road was still there heading off into the forest.  Plus it was really getting late in the day and he had no time to backtrack his steps.  Resolving to keep going, Crisp picked up his pace a little more and jogged along the road through all its twists and turns in the woods.  Just when he was about to give up in grief and decide to turn back, the woods broke into a clearing and the road turned towards a small hill.  Crisp knew this must be it.  He just knew it!  Wagging as he jogged along, the wusky followed the cobblestone road up the hill until he found his destination.  Crisp stopped dead in his tracks and stared in disbelief.  This was no cottage.
Crisp looked, his mouth agape and his tail drooping at the castle in front of him.  Now quite one of the monstrous castles turned into tourist destinations across the country.  It was a small one, but a castle nonetheless.  It was certainly no cottage or even large home.  It was definitely a stonewalled, multi-room, multi-story castle.  
Crisp looked around for any other possible houses or cottages or anything nearby.  Surely this had to be a mistake.  Kilian couldn't have meant this place, could he?  The wusky padded slowly up closer to the large iron-girded wooden door in the front, wondering if he should knock at all or just admit this had all been a mistake and head back to the hotel.  It was hard to tell in the narrow windows, but it did look like there were lights on inside.  But all this for such a little otter?  Surely not.  The sun was halfway down in the western sky.  If Crisp was going to try anywhere it was going to be here or nothing.  As he got closer to the towering door, Crisp noticed off to his left a mailbox with a very ornate carving of a letter 'K' on it.  So this was the place, then.  But did he really have to clean all of this?  Crisp closed his eyes and reminded himself of how beautiful those shoes were going to look on him.  With a deep breath for courage, he raised his paw and knocked.
Only a moment later, the large door opened in front of him, though Crisp could not see that anyone was there.  In front of him was a large expanse of a room with an enormous fireplace at the opposite end and from what he could see several suits of armor and tapestries along the wall.  The room seemed to be lit with flickering flames off somewhere out of sight.
"Hello?  Mr. Kilian?  It's Crisp.  From earlier today?  Do I have the right place?  Hello?"
The wusky leaned in and sniffed about, but there was nothing but the scents of old stone, some wood furniture, and lamp oil.  Crisp called out again and cautiously stepped inside the doorway and into the large room.  
"H-Hello?  Is anyone here?  Mr. Kilian?"
Crisp tip-toed further inside, peeking around the corners of the entryway and looking into the large room in front of him.  He could see more of it now with a variety of sofas and tables arranged down the length of the room.  To Crisp, it looked more like a fancy hotel lobby with gaslight sconces around the walls.  
"Hello?  Is anyone here?"
Crisp had just about made up his mind to give up and leave when the door behind him shut abruptly.  The wusky spun around with his tail straight out and ears pinned back but saw no one behind him.  He took one step towards the door and a heard a voice stop him.
"Aye, good evenin' to ye, lad."
Crisp spun around again, panting and wide-eyed.  There in front of him was Kilian, looking exactly the way he had earlier in his shop.  He still had on the same bowler hat, vest, and tweed trousers and was leaning to one side with his paw and hip resting on his shillelagh, looking down at a pocket watch in his other paw.  Kilian smiled at Crisp and snapped shut his pocket watch, placing it back in his vest.
"An' right on time too.  A right respectable lad you are, Mr. Crisp.  Welcome to me humble little home."
Crisp swallowed and started to look around again, for the first time really appreciating that, yes, this enormous place was indeed Kilian's home.  The home he had promised to clean.  Crisp looked around at all the suits of armor, bookshelves, knickknacks, and vases.  And this was just the first room in the place.  What had he gotten himself into?
"Perhaps you'd like to try on yer new shoes, lad?"
Crisp turned and wagged, looking at the box in Kilian's paws with wild enthusiasm.  In an instant, he'd forgotten all about the chore ahead of him and was seated on one of the nearby sofas already untying and pulling off his sneakers.  His tail thumped against the sofa as Kilian walked over with a smile and placed the box in Crisp's lap.  The wusky could barely believe he was about to put on the most beautiful shoes in the entire world!  
Crisp opened the box and looked inside, gasping at the reflection of the flickering light against the brilliant green shine of the shoes inside.  With large eyes, Crisp lifted the shoes from their wrappings and held them up in the ambient light of the room, admiring the craftsmanship from all sides.  He slipped them on one at a time on his feet, feeling the soft comfort of the insides against his paws.  He tied the laces up in nice, neat little bows and stood up to admire them on his feet.
"A perfect fit if e'er I saw one, lad!  Do try 'em out, now.  Walk 'em around and let 'em grow on yer feet."
Crisp nodded with a giddy smile.  He got up and paced around the room, nearly bumping into furniture and walls several times from looking down at his shoes instead of where he was going.  They looked and felt simply marvelous on his feet, sparking in the flicker of the gaslights.
"Oh, they're the most beautiful shoes I've ever seen, Mr. Kilian.  Thank you again!"
Crisp could have picked up and hugged the little otter.  Instead, he sat back down on the sofa to reluctantly take off his new shoes so they would not get dirty while he fulfilled his end of the bargain.
"Oh no, Mr. Crisp.  The shoes are t'be stayin' on yer feet."
The wusky looked up with a confused tilt of his ears.  "But I don't want them to get dirty, Mr. Kilian.  These shoes are too nice to be..."
The otter snapped his fingers.  Crisp heard a faint humming sound coming from his shoes and looked down.  The green boots were pulsing and glowing with a green sparkling aura around them.  The laces lit up with tiny beads of golden light and retied themselves, locking the shoes securely to Crisp's feet.  The wusky looked up at Kilian and gulped.  He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't seem to find any words.  The otter clapped his paws and smiled.
"An' now for a bit o' music t'get our lovely evenin' started."
A sparkling violin appeared in midair, hovering just above Kilian's shoulder and started playing a jaunty Irish jig.  Crisp, frozen to the sofa in disbelief, watched as the otter clapped his paws to the music and danced about.  
"Come, now, lad!  Those shoes were made fer dancin'!  To yer feet now!"
Dancing was about the last thing Crisp was interested in doing right now, but it seemed his shoes had other ideas.  The glow around his shoes grew brighter and Crisp felt his legs start to shake and tap on the floor.  He put his paws on his knee and then the other one picked up.  Overcome with the urge to get up, Crisp stood and felt his legs skipping and swaying to the rhythm of the violin music.
"Tha's the way, lad!  Le's go!" the otter cheered, clapping along to the music.
Crisp felt conscious control of his body slip away as his legs began to skip and dance about, taking him all around the room as the violin played on.  Kilian watched the wusky dance involuntarily in circles around him, clapping his paws and then joining in himself as the sparkling shoes on Crisps feet shuffled and scurried about.  Crisp could only stare bewildered down at his glowing shoes moving to the rhythm of the music.  His entire body acting like he was on marionette strings, dancing for the otter's amusement.  And just when Crisp thought things couldn't get more surreal, a nearby wardrobe door flew open.
Crisp watched in disbelief as a full butler's tuxedo outfit wiggled its way off the clothes hangers and assembled itself in midair.  The empty clothes started to dance and sway with the music as they floated over and bowed to Crisp.  The wusky felt himself compelled to return the bow to his new dance partner and the two of them carried on to the jig as the otter clapped his paws and cheered.
Crisp looked around frantically between the dancing set of empty clothes, his own body, and the gleeful otter.  What was this place?  And what had he gotten himself into?  The tuxedo lead him down the middle of the room in a promenade and then back again.  As the violin played, Crisp's legs continued to skip and dance merrily despite his best efforts to regain control of his limbs.  Kilian hopped up on one of the nearby tables and smiled, tapping his foot to the music.
"Do ye have any Irish in ye, lad?  For as sure as I'm standin' here, you sure dance like it!  So what do ye think of yer new outfit, lad?  I picked it out special for ye.  Le's see how she fits, eh?"
"Huh?  What do you mean 'new outfit'?  What's going on-ooohh!"
Kilian double-clapped his paws and the music changed.  Before he could protest further, Crisp was halted in the middle of on jig and spun around to start another.  The wusky whimpered at how tired his legs were getting and was just about to plead for an end to the dancing when the clasp on his jeans popped open by itself.  Crisp looked down with a yelp and stared helpless as his zipper unfastened itself revealing his bright red undies.  Crisp spun around on his heels and clicked his shoes against the floor as his shirt crawled up his torso.  He felt his arms raise up on their own, letting his tee shirt jump off his body.  The half-naked wusky turned as red as his underwear and momentarily exerted enough control over his arms to grab hold of his jeans before they could pull themselves down.  Crisp struggled and fought with his possessed clothing, tugging at his jeans and trying to forcibly zip them back up.
"Nngggff!  You're...  not...  c-coming off," Crisp grunted, pulling up at the waist of his jeans.
Kilian smirked and snapped his fingers, sending the dancing butler's outfit spinning around behind Crisp.  The empty waistcoat raised its sleeves up under Crisp's armpits and wiggled them about.  The ticklish wusky squealed and let go of his jeans which sprung off the giggling wusky in an instant leaving him wearing naught but his bright red briefs.  Crisp looked up, panicked.  Kilian grinned wider.
"No! No-no-no-no! P-please!"
The otter winked and pointed his finger at Crisp's underwear, making a downward motion.  The red briefs wiggled on his hips and started to bunch up at the elastic.  Crisp gasped, his tail prickling.  The wusky tried to grab and hold onto his underwear only to have the waistcoat reach under his arms and tickle him again.  He yelped with giggles and whimpered as his underwear slipped down his thighs and off his legs, leaving him completely naked except for his striped socks and his glorious, glowing, dancing shoes.  
Kilian licked his lips and ran his eyes all over Crisp's body, making a circular motion in the air with his finger.  Crisp's shoes skipped around in a circle, turning him slowly and giving the otter a proper view from all sides.  Crisp whimpered and tried not to notice the obvious bulge that was appearing in the otter's trousers.  
Kilian clapped his paws again and the violin again switched tunes.  Crisp involuntarily skitted to the center of the room and danced a bit slower as the butler's dress outfit shuffled piece by piece onto his body.  The vest was first, unbuttoning itself and sliding down his arms.  The waistcoat followed after that and then the white cotton gloves plopped themselves on his paws.  Crisp spun around and danced with the trousers momentarily before leaping up into the air and dropping feet first into the open pants.  
The music mercifully came to an end and Crisp was given a moment to pant and catch his breath.  Kilian bounced up on top of a nearby table and rubbed his paws together with delight.  The otter motioned with his finger for Crisp to step closer and the wusky's legs complied.
"Well, don' you look just as fine as mornin' dew on a shamrock!  Turn around an' lemme get a good look atcha, lad.  Oh, I do say, those clothes are a fine match for that lovely body o' yers.  Perhaps we could do somethin' a little better with the trousers, though."
Crisp looked down and gulped, not sure what the otter meant by that, but certain it couldn't be good.  He watched with beads of sweat as Kilian pulled out an imaginary tape measurer and pretended to inspect the measure of his inseam and butt all while running his paws across the wusky's crotch and all over his ass.  Crisp folded his ears and whimpered as his face turned redder and felt his cock start to twitch from all the incidental touching. 
"How about we try somethin' a bit shorter and tighter to give those legs o' yers a proper viewin'?  And t'would be a shame to cover those splendid striped socks, lad."
Kilian snapped his fingers.  Crisp felt the fabric of the trousers start to shrink and stretch as the length began to evaporate around his legs.  He looked down and watched the tuxedo dress slacks shrink up and turn into black spandex booty shorts that hugged his ass and left nothing to the imagination about his cock.  
Crisp stood there in his butler's outfit, biting his lip, as Kilian hopped down from the table and circles around him, running his paws over the smooth contours of the spandex shorts.  Crisp tried to fight off the urges in his cock that were swelling as Kilian's fingers traced over his bulge and tickled under his balls.  
"Well don' you look right proper, lad.  Yer all ready to start cleanin'!  Now be a good lad and take this feather duster over to them suits o' armor while I find us some proper cleanin' music to dance to," the otter grinned, smacking Crisp on his butt as he shuffled over to the first suit of armor.  
With another clap of his paws, the hovering violin started up again with another lively Irish tune.  The shoes on Crisp's feet took on their sparkly glow and compelled him to shuffle and dance once more.  His upper body swayed to the music as he ran the feather duster back and forth across the suit of armor.  Kilian clapped his paws and danced behind Crisp in utter delight.  
"Aye give 'em a good shine there, lad.  They ain' had a good buffin' in nary an age."  The otter shuffled up closer to Crisp and added, "Speakin' o' things needin' a good buffin'..."
As the violin played on and Crisp continued to involuntarily dance to the music, wiping down metal armor, he felt the otter climb in between his legs.  Blushing heavily, Crisp looked down to see Kilian's head looking back up at him from between his thighs.  Despite his embarrassment, Crisp was unable to do anything more than watch as the otter started licking and caressing the bulge in his spandex shorts, running his paws all over the length of Crisp's cock and around the protruding shape of his balls.  Crisp whimpered and tried not to think about how much all the otter's attention was making his cock swell and throb.  But Kilian showed no signs of slowing down, kissing and licking the tent that was rapidly forming in his shorts. 
"Aye, yer a lovely specimen, Mr. Crisp.  'Tis a cock to be proud of f'sure."
Crisp whimpered and pinned his ears back, turning even redder as the otter kissed and rubbed up against his throbbing tent some more.  Having finished the first suit of armor, he skipped and pranced to the music over to the next one with the otter bobbing along between his legs, nuzzling up against his raging hard-on.  Crisp tried to turn his body and bend his legs in any way he could to keep the otter off his boner, but to no avail.  The nimble little mustelid kept himself planted firmly between the blushing wusky's thighs with his lips and paws caressing all over Crisp's throbbing bulge.
The otter dropped down and wiped the drool from his lips, adjusting his own trousers to accommodate the tent his own cock was forming.  Crisp did a double-take at the otter's crotch as it seemed that was an awfully big lump for such a little otter.
"Now, I think it's time we give the bookshelves a right thorough cleaning, lad."
Crisp turned and whimpered.  "Oh, could we just stop for just a moment, Mr. Kilian?  My paws are so sore and my legs are about to fall off!" he whined.
"Aye, there'll be none o' that now, lad!  No lallygagging about when there's cleanin' to be done!"
Kilian clapped his paws and changed the music on the violin.  Crisp's shoes flashed with a renewed sparkle and took him, skipping and prancing across to the other side of the room where he had to lean over and run the feather duster over the lengths of the shelves of books and trinkets out on display.  He had to bend way over with his tail high in the air in order to give the lower shelf a good scrubbing.  Kilian rubbed his paws together and smacked his lips, watching Crisp's ass move to the rhythm of the music.
"Tha's the way, lad.  Bend way over an' le's start with a good cleanin' o' the bottom."
Crisp gulped and pinned his ears back anxiously.  There was something quite unnerving about the way Kilian had said that.  Crisp was running his paws over the dusty shelf when his eyes popped open and a yelp escaped his lips at the feeling of his booty shorts being tugged down and exposing his butt.  Despite his whimpering, his shoes continued to dance and sway to the melody of the violin as Kilian pressed his muzzle up against Crisp's ass.  He could hear the otter's drooling tongue lapping and slurping at his tailhole.  His whole body shuddered and tingled with warmth as the otter's wet tongue pressed up against his butt prompted a sizable load of precum to surge into his cock.
"Nnff...  oh!  Oohhhh-h-h-h-h-h..." he moaned.
Crisp gasped and had to grab the shelf for support as the otter's tongue pressed up inside him, making the pre creep further up his cock and threaten to spill out into his spandex shorts.  He dropped the feather duster and panted as the otter's tongue made his insides feel warm and tingly.  Kilian paused his worship of the wusky's ass and pointed to the dropped feather duster.
"Fallin' down on the job, are we?  Takin' a sleeper when there's work to be done?  Tsk, tsk, Mr. Crisp.  We'll be havin' none o' that now."
Kilian snapped his fingers and Crisp sprung upright, holding his arms up in the air.  The violin started up a jaunty tune that Crisp immediately started dancing too.  Crisp's feet skipped and jiggled about, faster and faster as the tempo of the music increased.  The wusky bit his lip and whimpered, feeling himself growing very red in the face as all this dancing about was making his erection bounce around and rub up against the fabric of his spandex shorts, feeling a little too good for comfort.  He could feel the pre starting to leak out now, forming a wet patch on the tip of his tent.
"Tha's it, lad!  We'll make a stepdancer out o' you yet!" the otter clapped, his hungry eyes watching the bulge in Crisp's shorts and the growing damp spot of pre.  
The jig thankfully ended and Crisp was allowed to pick up his feather duster and go back to work.  He held on to it tight this time as Kilian resumed his tongue petting of the wusky's tailhole.  Crisp did his best to keep from falling over as he tried to keep cleaning the bookshelves with the otter's tongue pressed up his ass.  He panted and tried to maintain focus on the task at hand, but Kilian's tongue was making his cock surge with pre and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning too loudly.  And every sway of his hips to the music of the violin made his erection slide and rub up against the silky spandex fabric which was not helping matters at all.  He could hear the otter moaning behind him and even though he couldn't see, was sure he was touching himself.  The otter's paw reached up between his legs and petted his crotch, stroking the underside of his cock and drifting over his balls.  Crisp whimpered as pre began to leak out of him in earnest, making the inside of his shorts warm and slippery.   
"Oh, laddie..." the otter purred.  "Ye've got the ass of an angel."
Crisp's ears turned bright red.  He nearly dropped the feather duster again as he felt the otter's tongue slip inside him and swirl about.  Crisp was so lost in the warmth of Kilian's tongue in his ass, it took him a moment to realize the music had stopped.  He felt Kilian slowly pull his tongue out of his trembling hole.  The otter sounded out of breath himself.
"All righ' then, lad.  Le's...  Le's have you take a look at cleanin' under the sofa there."
Crisp looked over where Kilian was pointing.  His eyes widened.  He would have to get on his paws and knees to get under there.  The wusky's ears twitched to what distinctly sounded like a zipper being pulled down.  He swallowed hard.
"A-Are you sure?  I could clean some more of the bookshelves o—or the picture frames along the wall."
Crisp flinched as the otter patted him on the butt.  "Aye, now - no stallin' about.  Be a good lad and reach on under there."
Crisp whimpered and crawled over to the sofa on all fours with his booty shorts still down around his thighs and his cock still tenting the spandex fabric in the front.  He leaned down with his tail up in the air and reached the feather duster under the sofa.  A pair of small paws gripped the sides of his hips and moved his butt down just a bit.  Crisp whimpered again and felt his cock throb and leak even more pre into his shorts.  Then came the warm pressure on his tailhole, nudging and pressing up against his ass.  Crisp grunted and clawed at the floor as the otter pushed harder starting to work his cock up inside.
"Nnff!  Yer a tight f-fit, laddie...  nnngggg..."
Crisp panted and tried not to clench up as the otter's cock spread him out more, so much Crisp started to wonder how it was possible for any otter to have a dick that big.  As Kilian forced his tip up inside Crisp's ass, the wusky whimpered out loud and gripped the sofa for support, feeling heat surge through his body and his loins.  Crisp gasped and shuddered as more of the otter's cock worked its way up inside him.  With shaking paws, he tried to continue his cleaning as Kilian finally managed to get balls-deep in his ass and began grinding at him.
Crisp was only pretending to clean anything at this point.  He could bare see with his eyes crossed on his face as Kilian thrusted into him over and over again.  The sofa he was braced against rocked back and forth as the otter panted and drooled, pounding his ass harder and harder.  Inside his spandex shorts, his cock was rubbing back and forth, sliding against the pre-covered fabric.  Crisp grunted and felt his eyes rolling back in his head.  He hoped Kilian would finish quickly.  The otter's cock was thick and pressing up hard on his prostate, making his balls tingle and his dick throb.
"Ohh-h-h-h-h, laddie!  Ass of an angel, I tell ya!" the otter murred, rubbing his paws across Crisp's buttocks as his cock continued its assault on the wusky's stretched out hole.
Crisp winced and felt his balls drawing up.  He grunted and panted, trying to keep his sex under control as the otter picked up speed and panted behind him, pounding onto his prostate over and over again and milking his balls of their load.  Crisp dropped the feather duster and dug his claws into the sofa for support, trying to hold on just a little longer.  His cock began to spasm and throb with heat as more pre leaked out and slathered between his sex and the stretchy spandex fabric.  He heard the otter's panting get heavier and faster followed by on massive thrust that slammed the mustelid's oversized member up hard against his prostate.
The otter yelped and shuddered, releasing a torrent of hot seed into the wusky's ass, heating up his prostate and leaving him hypersensitive.  Crisp howled and bit down against the cushion of the sofa and grunted as the surge of heat washed over his cock, making him flood his spandex shorts with cum.  Again and again, Kilian grunted and slammed into him, pumping more of his seed into Crisp's ass and leaving him gasping for air and flopped over on the wusky's back.  Crisp's cock surged with one jet after another of cum, filling the shorts with his semen and leaking through the fabric until he was too dizzy to stay upright.  
Crisp collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor with Kilian sprawled out on top of him.  The room was silent except for the sounds of the two of them gasping and trying to catch their breath.  The otter chuckled and patted Crisp on the butt.
"I'll say it again, lad.  Yer ass feels like bein' sucked off by an angel.  Rest quickly, lad.  There's still more'n six hours to go until the dawn," he giggled.
Crisp shuddered and whimpered, staring wide-eyed at Kilian's enthusiasm.

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As the morning light dawn poured in through the castle windows, it lit up the interior like the place and not seen in an age or more.  The sunlight glistened off of polished suits of armor, shiny clean bookshelves, scrubbed trinkets, and washed down vases.  The chandeliers looked as radiant as the day they were made.  And the picture frames shone with deep colors of their lacquered wood.  Off to the side of the main room, a very dirty and very tired wusky was busy removing the tattered remains of his butler's uniform and hunting down his own clothes.  Next to him on one of the chaise lounges was flopped a rather well-hung naked otter with a very tired and sore cock.
"Aye, lad.  Y'did a fine job.  A fine job indeed.  On the house and me as well," he chuckled.
Crisp gave a half smile but was too tired to return the laugh.  He finally located his underwear and stepped out of the cum-soaked spandex booty shorts to put them on.  He looked down at his gleaming green shoes and nodded.  "It was worth it."
The otter clapped his paws and cheered.  "Another satisfied customer!  We should do business again sometime, lad."
Crisp grinned and shook his head, pulling his jeans out from under one of the settee chairs and tugged them on.  "Thanks, Mr. Kilian, but I think I'll be happy with these for a long, long time."
Crisp stumbled over to find his tee shirt and giggled to himself.  Walking straight was probably going to be a bit of a challenge for a day or two after a night like that.  He took one final look around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything and waved to the otter.
"Well, so long, Mr. Kilian."
Crisp turned to walk towards the front door when he heard the otter's voice directly behind him.
"Are ye sure I canno' interest ye in somethin' else, lad?"
Crisp chuckled and shook his head.  "No, thanks.  I really doubt I could afford whatever you..."
As Crisp turned around to wave off Kilian's offer, he looked into the box in the otter's paws and saw inside the most gorgeous pair of red sneakers with metallic silver stripes and mother-of-pearl inlay laces he'd ever seen.  
"How...  How much are those?"