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The gray wolf inhaled the cool, autumn air deeply as he watched a few leaves tumble down the opposite side of the street. Aside from the occasional pedestrian the streets were fairly vacant, lit with a strange orange glow that only street-lamps seem to be able to produce. The event had lasted longer than the wolf had anticipated but it didn't matter. It had been a fun Friday and the whole weekend was ahead of him. In fact, the walk home was even nicer due to the delay, with no cars to foul the air or disturb the almost magical feeling of the season's change. The wolf was so wrapped up in it, in fact, that he almost tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, barely catching himself against the side of a tree. Luckily, no one had been around to see, and as Crisp righted himself, memories of a distant vacation threatened to make him blush. But that seemed like a lifetime ago--something that only came to mind when his own clumsiness made him trip over his own feet. Crisp cocked his head to the side as he looked down at his feet. There was something glinting under the street-lamps, nestled down beneath the metal grate that this tree was growing up through. Looking around once more, the wolf made certain there was nobody watching before he sank to his hands and knees and tried his best to stretch his fingers through the opening. They were almost out of reach but with a bit of effort the wolf managed to fish the objects out between moldy leaves and silt, clumsily stumbling back to his feet as he examined his newfound treasures. In the palm of his paw sat two rings. They seemed to be a matched set, silver-looking; but other than the smooth glint of the metal, there was no other ornamentation to speak of. At least, nothing that was apparent under the dim street-lamps. Rubbing them between his fingers, Crisp could tell that the metal was substantial. They felt heavy and cold, which to the wolf meant that they felt real! These weren't something a child pulled out of a quarter machine and then lost on the way home. These were probably worth a small chunk of change. Something from a jewelry shop perhaps? But they were strangely large. They wouldn't fit on any of Crisp's fingers except for his thumbs, and even then they were a bit loose. The wolf frowned in contemplation, wondering what kind of metal he held in his paw. Both rings were somewhat silvery which could mean silver, white gold, or even better: platinum! But Crisp tried to keep himself from getting carried away. It was unlikely anyone would be okay with losing a matching pair of platinum rings. But in any case, no matter what metal they happened to be made out of, their simple design and heft meant that he could at least get something for them. He'd have to check tomorrow on his way to the post office. There was a small jewelry store just a block from where he needed to go so it all worked out perfectly. With a smile, Crisp pocketed the rings and continued his walk home. The weekend kept getting better and better. Maybe the rings would fetch enough to pay for part of the rent which was looming ever closer. The wolf had been trying to find a roommate to help make the bills a bit easier to pay, but as of yet, he hadn't found anyone who was willing. Back at the apartment, Crisp emptied out his pockets onto his dresser, pausing once more to examine the rings in better lighting. They were still strangely cold, even after having been in his warm pocket all the way home. The two silvery bands did seem to be a little tarnished, much to the wolf's dismay. They were probably just silver after all. But he'd leave that up to the experts. He couldn't recall silver ever feeling this heavy. The wolf shrugged and tossed the rings onto the dresser as well and then quickly shed his clothing before turning out the light and climbing into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a lazy day but he did have to get to the post before mail went out which meant an early start. It didn't take long before the wolf was drifting off, hovering in that twilight state on the brink of dreams and consciousness. The room was beginning to fade but something felt off. Small, metallic sounds. Something scraping along wood. Thumps on the carpet. Whispers? But before the wolf could think of it any further the dream-world swallowed him whole.

Crisp stretched and yawned in the morning light. His dreams had been the usual mixture of random, meaningless jumble, except for the strange pervasive feeling that he was being watched. He had awoken several times to hug the sheets closer to his chest, trying to shake the feeling before rolling over and returning to his rest. Even so, today he felt strangely rested if not cold. Particularly, his big toes felt cold and the gray wolf frowned. Turning up the covers Crisp saw two glints of light. The rings from the night before were now snugly fit over his toes, and as it turned out, they were the source of the strange chill. Crisp yawned and stretched before sitting up in bed and pulling his feet close. Seeing the fit of the silvery bands on his toes made sense of the odd sizing. These must be toe rings. In the back of his mind, however, it seemed strange that someone would be wearing them out on chilly days such as these. After all, why wear toe rings unless you were wearing sandals or something to show them off? The wolf gave a quick tug at the rings, expecting them to slide right off but the rings didn't budge. Crisp once again frowned at the two shiny objects before giving another, stronger tug. Nothing. Just a slight twinge of pain. The wolf sighed and stared down at his paws. Just great. He had to be out the door soon and these rings were not going to come off without lubrication or a trick of some kind. The Internet would inform him of the best method of removal, but there was no time. Which meant no selling of the rings unless he could stop in some public bathroom to try and pry them off after mailing his letters. The wolf shrugged, reaching over the side of the bed to grab and pull on his socks. The rings would have to stay on for now. And who knows... they didn't look too bad! Maybe he'd keep them if they turned out to be worthless. Fifteen more minutes saw a fully clothed wolf grabbing a paw-full of mail and darting out the door. The sun hit his face like a warm kiss and the air was pristine and invigorating. This is the perfect time of year, the wolf thought to himself as he headed off down the sidewalk. And being the weekend, after he mailed his letters the day was going to be completely free and Crisp mulled over what he was going to do with the remaining time. It wasn't long before Crisp found himself at the entrance to the Post Office but right as he was about to turn to open the door the wolf found that his feet wouldn't stop! Instead, he kept on walking, out through a crosswalk (which had thankfully been free of traffic) and into the shopping center across the street. It wasn't until Crisp was standing in front of a clothing department store that his feet came to a halt. The wolf swallowed hard, memories of a distant and quite disturbing vacation bubbling into his mind. Shaking his head, Crisp tried to dismiss the idea. He had left that place long ago and had determined that it was all a dream. Mostly a dream. Or... something, but it didn't matter. That was a creepy castle in a distant land. This was every-day life! Maybe he was so full of energy that he just didn't feel like stopping yet? That had to be it. He just needed to burn off a little excess energy before-- "Can I help you?" Crisp blinked and looked up. He was now inside the department store standing in front of... A dress?!... And a young cat lady was standing over his shoulder eyeing him thoughtfully. "Uh, Me?" Crisp knew he sounded dumb, as nobody else was in the section, but he was still preoccupied with trying to figure out how he had entered the store and ended up here in the first place without even noticing. The feline scratched at the back of her head and looked confused for a moment before nodding. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" "Uh, No! I mean, I'm just looking but... um. It's not for me." The employee just stared at the wolf like he was some kind of lunatic and nodded slowly as the stammering customer began to blush. "Rrrriiiggghhht. Well, if there is anything I can help you with, just let me know." The feline quickly left the section, glancing back over her shoulder with a mixture of concern and judgment. "Geeze... I must've looked like a creep," Crisp mumbled to himself as he returned his gaze to the dress. The dress was a frilly, pink number replete with white lace and red bows and it took every ounce of his energy to pull himself away from it for some reason. What the hell is going on? Crisp tried to make his way towards the door but his paws were brushing over every bit of soft and colorful fabric that he walked by, getting him a frown of disapproval from what looked like a manager who was passing by in the opposite direction. The doors were getting closer but before the wolf could make it out of the women's section his right paw seized on a bit of cloth that it had been brushing over and his feet refused to take another step further. The wolf looked down on what he was holding in his hands and immediately blushed. It was a cutesy, pink crop-top with white trim with the words "Baby Girl" written across the breast of it in pink and red glitter. "Can I help you with that?" Crisp almost jumped out of his skin as he spun around, clutching the article of clothing to his chest. It was the suspicious manager from before--a tall wolf in a tasteful black suit and tie--and he was staring down at the surprised shopper as if Crisp were a notorious shoplifter or some kind of pervert who had just come to rummage around in the girly section. "I... um..." "Are you going to buy that?" The manager nodded in the direction of the crop-top that Crisp was clinging to as if his life depended on it. "Um... Y... Yeah." Crisp didn't know what else to say. If he said no, the way he was startled and the way he clutched the shirt and was trailing his paws over the merchandise would look very suspicious. "Very well. I can help you out over here." Crisp flushed even harder. He was about to buy the most absurd, girly bit of clothing he had ever seen in his life, and only to avoid looking like some sort of thief. The girl from earlier was folding shirts across the way as the manager led Crisp towards a register, but she wasn't paying attention to her job. Instead, she cocked and eyebrow and nodded, as if to say "Mmmhmm. I knew you were like that." Crisp wanted to protest, to say that he was buying this for some non-existent girlfriend but before he could his paw darted out to a table he was passing by and snatched up another piece of clothing right before arriving at the register and instinctively dumping the garments on the counter. The action made the girl raise her other eyebrow and look down at her folding. Crisp didn't want to even know what it was he had just snatched up but he couldn't help but look as the manager scanned the tag. Oh gawds. "Let's see... that's one pink crop top..." Beep! "...and one..." The manager paused for a moment to give Crisp a questioning stare before continuing. "... One pair of denim hot pants." Crisp couldn't summon the courage to try to explain this away. Instead he decided to remain silent and to try to get through the humiliation in one piece. Beep! "Your total is one hundred twelve dollars and ninety nine cents." Jesus Christ! Crisp balked at the price and the manager almost seemed to smirk as he inclined his head and inquired "Would you like these in a bag?" "Uhm... Yes... Yes please." For goodness sake put them in a bag! Crisp looked around to see if anyone was watching him but the manager interrupted. "Will this be cash or credit?" Crisp's ears flattened a bit. Was he kidding? Over a hundred bucks just in order to avoid embarrassment or being called a thief. Money that Crisp really couldn't afford to part with. He needed it for food and could barely make rent! But it was too late to turn back now. "Debit." The manager motioned to the card reader and Crisp reluctantly slid his card through the groove. There goes a few weeks' worth of groceries. "Would you like your receipt in the bag?" Crisp's ears perked right up at the suggestion. That's right! He could just wait a few days, maybe for some time when the manager or the girl wouldn't be working, and just return the clothes! As long as he didn't remove the tags he'd be fine! "Yes!" The manager blinked a bit at the emphatic yes but returned to his somewhat arrogant and bored demeanor by the time he handed Crisp his sack of clothing. Breathing a sigh of relief, Crisp made his way towards the doors. This whole ordeal had been quite humiliating but at least it wasn't going to actually cost him. In fact, the relief was so great that the wolf didn't notice his hand slipping into his bag until it was too late. In one fell movement, the wolf had, in the middle of the isle and in plain view of everyone, ripped the tags off the clothing and tossed them, as well as the receipt, over his shoulders as if they were confetti. The girl employee could be heard laughing in the background and Crisp didn't even turn to see the look of shock on the manager's face. Instead, he just ran towards the doors. He didn't care if they thought he was a shoplifter anymore. He just wanted to be out of there--anywhere but in that department store. A mother gasped as he ran by and covered her little daughter's eyes. Crisp didn't know why. It wasn't as if what he had done was such a horrible thing, but as he felt the morning sun once again warm his fur, the wolf felt in his pants the reason for the sound of shock. A few other pedestrians stared as the wolf heaved a heavy sigh and moved his shopping bag around in front of him to hide his obvious erection. If there had been anyone he knew around, Crisp would have just died, but instead he willed himself to turn and walk back towards the post office. He'd already condemned himself to a month of ramen due to a pink crop-top and a pair of denim shorts that were so short and tight that they could barely be worthy of the name. Crisp's feet, however, had a different agenda. Instead of walking back towards the post office, Crisp found himself window-shopping throughout the outdoor mall, dumping his mail into his shopping bag out of convenience. This was bad. It was just like that vacation but unlike then, there was nothing to explain his erratic beha-- Crisp blinked as his feet suddenly refused to move and he turned to look at the store he had stopped next to. "Oh... hell no..." The wolf felt his body move, as if of its own accord, and he turned to face the large double-doors of a lingerie store. "Crisp? Is that you?" Crisp heard the voice of one of his male friends behind him and closed his eyes tight before yelling: "No time to talk!" and entering the store. The wolf didn't even want to think about what was going to be said about him or what was going through the mind of the stunned fox he had left outside on the sidewalk. At the moment he was surrounded by a maelstrom of sexy panties, stockings, and various other apparel that was barely covering the forms of suggestively posed mannequins. This was Crisp's first time to venture into such a place and he was wishing with all his might that he wasn't going to be approached by an employee, but his motionless bewilderment attracted exactly that. "Good morning! Is there something I can help you find?" Crisp blushed and looked down and to the side. Unlike the department store, however, the employees of the lingerie store were used to bashful men trying to find apparel for their significant others, and so the female spaniel didn't even miss a beat. "Looking for something for a special occasion maybe? What kind of stuff does she like?" Crisp looked up with relief at the assumption. He was so happy to have her treat him like he belonged there that he couldn't help but go along with it. "Um... I'm not sure." "Well, that's okay sweetie. That's what we're here for." Crisp nodded. "Do you at least have an idea where you'd like to start?" "I, uh..." Crisp's eyes darted around the shop, trying to find the least embarrassing section and his eyes settled on the stocking displays. Reading his cues, the spaniel smiled and motioned for Crisp to follow her. "Some stockings maybe?" Crisp nodded and trailed behind the lady like a lost child but internally he was beginning to ask himself what the hell he was doing. Shopping for lingerie? The only thing he was out to do today was to mail in some bills. Stopping in the section the lady once again turned to the wolf, trailing her fingers over some of the product. "Now, what color are you going for?" "Um... I..." "Oh! I see you went next door. Are those for her as well?" The spaniel motioned towards Crisp's bag and Crisp nodded avidly, physically disavowing any notion that the clothing might be for himself. The motion was so insistent that it made the employee giggle as she offered a hand and took the bag from Crisp. "I'm sure we can find something to go with this..." The employee removed the pink crop top and the hot pants from the bag and smiled, looking up at Crisp with a wink. "Somebody is planning a fun evening." Crisp blushed brighter than a fire-engine. If anyone was planning such a night, it certainly wasn't him! If anything, he was going to be planning his own bankruptcy. "I know just the things!" That was not at all what Crisp wanted to hear. But before he could protest, the spaniel had set off to collect gawd-knows-what, leaving Crisp alone with the stockings. It wasn't until he was alone that Crisp began to notice something odd. The rings on his toes were no longer cold. It wasn't the fact that they'd warmed up that bothered him though. It was the strange tingling sensation that snaked its way up his legs, as if someone were tickling him with some invisible feather. The odd feeling crept higher and higher until the wolf felt the pleasurable, teasing warmth slide between his legs. "Oh!" Crisp looked up to find the spaniel had already returned, as had the embarrassing state he had found himself in earlier. Only now, he had no bag to hide the obvious bulge in his shorts. Instinctively, Crisp clasped both of his paws in front of himself. The spaniel tried to suppress a grin and keep her gaze above Crisp's waistline as she presented him with a pair of pink and purple, striped thigh-high stockings and a pair of black-laced, see-through panties. These offerings did little to ease the blushing wolf's situation. "What do you think about these? I think they're cute and will complement the outfit quite nicely." Crisp just nodded, quickly grabbing his shopping bag, as well as the lingerie, back from the employee. The spaniel only giggled and placed a paw on Crisp's back, leading him over to the register. "I can see you agree!" Crisp's cheeks were beginning to hurt with how much he'd been blushing. He just wanted the day to end as he furtively surveyed the store. He was lucky that there weren't many people out buying panties at this time of day... "That will be eighty five dollars and twenty three cents." Crisp blinked as he looked back at the grinning spaniel, then down at the items that had already been bagged. Ears lowering again, the resigned wolf swiped his card and watched as even the idea of ramen noodles vanished from his future. "Thank you for shopping with us. Come back soon!" Crisp nodded and snatched up his merchandise, making a b-line for the doors. Back in the sunlight, the wolf hurriedly walked back in the direction of the post office, consoling himself that he had at least left the tags on the lingerie. As long as he didn't wear any of it he'd be able to return them, though the idea of going back into such an embarrassing place did not appeal to him. What was going on? What had started as an empty canvas of a day had now turned into the desire to just get back to his apartment and hide. But first... The doors to the post office swung wide, revealing a panting wolf, clutching a couple shopping bags to his chest. The line was long and only a few patrons cast bored glances in the direction of the newcomer. It wasn't until there was a yelp and a loud crash that Crisp had the attention of everyone in the place. Just as the wolf had begun to take his first step he found his leading foot had suddenly stopped in a jerking motion that he had come to know only too well; and like a furry, lingerie-bearing tree, Crisp toppled forward and crashed to the floor. In an effort to break his fall, the wolf had cast his bags in the air and braced for impact. His paws helped to break his fall, but the shameful contents of his shopping bags were now scattered over the floor for everyone to see. The black, laced panties had even landed on the wolf's head and a small chorus of chuckles echoed in the cold stone building. Several people whispered with side-long glances and one even shook the shoulder of the person in front of them, pointing in the wolf's direction. Crisp flushed hard and cursed inwardly as he hurriedly scooped everything he could back into his shopping bags, removing the panties from his head and rummaging around on all fours. Once his shame was hidden, he rolled around onto his backside to confirm what he had suspected. Somehow, his shoelaces had become tied together. Half a world away from that damned castle and yet the very same inexplicable event had happened! Deft paws untied the knot and secured his laces. There wasn't a second to waste. This wasn't the golden weekend he had anticipated. It was the weekend from hell! And if this was how the day was going to go, Crisp was going to get back to his apartment where he would at least be free of the audience. A few giggles and an "are you okay?" echoed through the chamber but Crisp didn't bother to reply. Reaching into his bag he withdrew the small stack of envelopes, already stamped, and tossed them into the outgoing bin before darting out the double doors. The sidewalk wasn't a haven, for even as he broke into a sprint, girly clothes clutched tightly to himself, he could feel the strange sensation coaxing his cock into a full hard-on that bobbed slightly with his movements as it strained at his underwear and shorts. And he could tell--he could feel the eyes of everyone on him as he passed: A strange wolf with an erection, running down the sidewalk with suspicious bags; logos broadcasting what they held within. The wolf was almost out of breath by the time he got back to his place. He had made it past a couple coming down the stairs by holding his bags over his bulge. A few doors down the hall and-- Unngff! "Are you okay?" Crisp closed his eyes as he rolled over onto his back. "Uh... oh... goodness." Forcing himself to look, the wolf found that his shoelaces had found each other again, mid-stride, and not only was he covered in the girly clothes and lingerie, but his bulge was twice as noticeable under the pink, glittery crop-top--like a sparkly flag saying "Baby Girl," plain as day as his stunned neighbor stared down at him, unsure of what to do. "It's... Uh... I'm fine. I can help myself up." Crisp looked at the door to his apartment, only a few meters away; trying to avoid eye contact with his neighbor as much as possible, but out of the corner of his eyes he could see the panther nod uncomfortably and side-step around the floored wolf. A few moments later Crisp was standing back on the other side of his apartment door, back to the wood and bags of clothing at his feet.

Giving himself a few minutes to allow what had just happened to recede, thoughts of castles and leprechauns raced through Crisp's mind and for a moment the wolf wondered if he wasn't in fact losing it. That vacation was so long ago, so far away. He had told himself it was a dream--that he had imagined it--but today; today was undeniably real. But how? How on earth could he have been tying his shoe-laces together while walking upright? What was it that made him walk past the post office? Spend all his money on embarrassing clothing? And to top it all off, his frequent erections, just out of the blue?! He was going crazy. That had to be it. Something was going terribly wrong... "You're not going crazy." Crisp looked around the room but the voice had no owner. "That's not helping!" the wolf breathed to himself, trying to will his bulge to go soft again. It was starting to work, but the strange sensations of energy that flowed out through the rings on his toes kept teasing him. "You're not going crazy." The voice restated its position with confidence before saying something that made the wolf's fur stand on end: "Let's have some fun!" Crisp opened his mouth protest but found himself toting his bags into the bedroom instead. The wolf's closet consisted of two sliding doors; both made of mirror from floor to ceiling, and across from these doors sat his bed. As if they had a mind of his own, Crisp's feet and hands set to work, kicking off his shoes and forcing him backwards to sit on the edge of his bed and peel off his socks. It wasn't long until the wolf was standing stark naked in front of the sliding mirrors, the two shopping bags at his feet. "What's going on? Who are you?!" Crisp thought he heard a faint giggle but that is all he received in reply. Instead, the two rings on his feet began to pulse with warmth, flooding Crisp with tendrils of pleasure. The wolf was helpless but to watch himself in the mirror as his sheath swelled, releasing his hard cock once again, and an uncontrollable urge began to rise through his body. Paws darted into one of the bags, removing the striped thigh-highs and black-lace panties. "Please..." It was all Crisp could manage but even he couldn't determine whether or not he as asking himself to stop or to keep going. Raising his left foot, Crisp watched the silvery ring glint before disappearing into the stocking. His right foot followed suit and soon the wolf was standing in his pink and purple, striped thigh-highs in front of the mirror, paws on his hips as they swayed to the side, striking a pose. "Very nice..." The disembodied voice almost crooned with satisfaction and the wolf blushed harder, his erection now full. He had to admit, the stockings did look good on him, but before he could think much about it his paws began to prepare the panties, pulling them on one foot at a time, sliding up until his cock was pressed against his pelvis--wolfish meat throbbing beneath the see-through material. The lace was floral patterned, hiding and revealing bits of his arousal beneath black, velvety roses; And staring at the mirror the wolf knew that the lady in the store was right; they did go very well together. "So cute..." Crisp looked down and to the side. He felt like he was being put on display, like one of the mannequins from the lingerie store, all for the gratification of this unseen being. Paws, that he soon realized were his own, slid over his body and through his fur; trailing along the waistband of the panties before giving his dripping cock a small caress through the lace. Crisp breathed out a hot sigh, the red in his cheeks shifting from embarrassment to arousal. "Nuh uh uh... We aren't done yet." "Who?... What?..." The wolf could barely breath the words but his hands knew their purpose. The rings on his toes gave out another warm pulse and soon Crisp was holding the denim hot-pants in his paws. The denim seemed to glide gracefully over the stockings as the wolf tried them on. Somehow, he had grabbed the perfect size off the shelf. They were so short that hints of the black lace were showing around his exposed thighs and the button just barely buttoned in the front after the wolf zipped them up. Twin emotions of excitement and disappointment began to flow through the unwilling model. The short shorts looked amazing with the stockings but they were just another layer of cloth stretching over the wolf's bulge--something he very much wanted to free from its confines. Instead, however, he found himself holding the last bit of expensive clothing, as well as the most shameful: The pink crop-top that said "Baby Girl" in pink and red glitter across the breast. Even holding it up in front of himself made him blush. "Awww... such a cutie..." "Stop it!" The protest was more of a mumble, for Crisp knew what was coming next. Arms stretched and struggled as the wolf's face was muffled by pink fabric. It took a few seconds to find which hole was which, but soon the wolf found himself stretching the bottom of the shirt downward and then stopping to survey his handiwork. The crop-top exposed Crisp's furry midriff and the glitter, mixed with the short shorts and stockings, made the wolf feel like the most girly creature on the face of the planet. Looking at himself in the mirror Crisp knew that there was no way he could return any of this. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but there was something incredibly sexy about being dressed this way, even though forced to do so by something unseen. Crisp blinked and stumbled a bit as the rings on his toes became extremely warm. Light-headed and almost blacking out, the wolf stumbled backwards but two strong arms caught him before he fell back onto the bed. Rubbing at his eyes, Crisp blinked once more before stumbling again; this time due to the startling thing he saw in the mirror: Behind the wolf, holding him up, was a translucent blue otter who, upon being recognized, flashed a wide smile. "Hello, Crisp." Crisp flailed and the being vanished, only to appear in front of him, catching him by his wrists and pulling him upright. The otter felt cold at first, but the more contact it made with the wolf, the warmer the ghostly being was to the touch. "W...who?" The otter smiled, now holding Crisp's paws in his own and standing in front of the gaping wolf. "You look so sexy in that outfit..." In the moment Crisp had completely forgotten his appearance and the wolf looked away bashfully. An ethereal paw turned Crisp's face back to center and before the wolf could ask another question he found himself locked in a warm, deep kiss. Crisp's mind went blank as a silky tongue slipped into his muzzle, warm paws slowly stroking down his sides. The petting made the wolf want to melt into a puddle. The otter's roaming paws were soon holding Crisp by the waist and pulling him close. Only then did the wolf realize that the otter's color had begun to change. The being that had appeared moments before was looking more and more real; and very real was the hard cock that was pressed up against Crisp's bulge, grinding against him though the denim and lace. The kiss was slowly broken, dark-blue eyes searching the wolf's as he allowed himself to slowly come back to reality. "Uhmmm..." Crisp blinked slowly and tried to focus on the being in front of him. "You found me." The words didn't make sense but the wolf's mind was so clouded that he didn't care. Warm paws had worked their way up under the crop-top, caressing over Crisp's chest and the otter nibbled at the side of the wolf's neck. "Oh gawds..." One paw slowly slipped down the wolf's stomach and over the bulge that was straining against the hot-pants. Upon finding it, the paw gave the bulge a gentle squeeze and a stroke, eliciting a soft whimper from the wolf. "Mmmmm.... So warm..." the otter breathed against Crisp's ear. The wolf's knees almost buckled but the ghostly being wasn't going to let him off that easy. Instead, the otter righted the wolf by the wrists again; only this time, he placed one of Crisp's paws on his own, bare erection and Crisp's eyes opened wide. The otter's moan next to his ear prevented the wolf from jerking his paw back, but instead, coaxed along by the stroking of his own member through the cloth, Crisp began to return the favor and stroke the otter's warm maleness. The gentle stroking seemed to go on for minutes, both creatures lost in the moment and the wonderful sensation. Crisp's mind was almost completely absorbed in the pleasurable feeling before a single shove found the wolf flopping backwards onto his bed. Paws roamed and explored the wolf's body; gliding down the glittery pink top, over belly fur, and then halting at the button of the hot-pants. Crisp was panting, red-cheeked, and looking up at this friendly stranger. The rings on his toes were almost burning hot now, just enough to start to become uncomfortable, but the discomfort was overwhelmed by the slow pop of his short's button and the teasing vibration of the zipper being unzipped. Soon, the tight, short shorts were sliding down over the striped stockings and the sound of material falling to the floor was muffled by a rumble of approval from the otter as he took in the view. Precum was already starting to leak through the black lace of the panties and the lingerie material did little to protect the warm cock from the cold. This was soon remedied, however, as the otter leaned forward and began to mouth Crisp's cock through the panties. Instinctively, Crisp pushed back on the otter's head but the otter was strong and stubborn, going so far as to give the wolf's cock a long lick though the lace, and with that the wolf's paws stopped shoving and instead began to stroke through the otter's hair. Hidden from sight, a grin spread across the otter's muzzle as his paws traced back up the wolf's thighs and hooked the waist band of the panties, slowly pulling them down and away. Crisp was happy to finally feel freedom as his cock sprang free from the lace, standing tall in the cool air of the room. After he felt the panties slip from around his ankles, he half expected the otter's muzzle to return to its ministrations, but instead, the otter climbed onto the bed next to him, joining him on his back. Crisp looked over at the otter, half dazed as he felt his paw being guided back to the slick, thick cock. This time there was no resistance and the otter's paw found its way back to Crisp's wolfhood, slowly stroking as deep blue eyes watched the wolf's body twitch and squirm. The wolf had been so pent up all day that he was finding it hard to hold back now that someone else's hand was sliding over his sensitive flesh and the otter drank in the beautiful sight of the gray wolf, clad in nothing but a pink crop-top and striped stockings, tensing and relaxing on the bed as his balls drew close to his body. "Baby girl..." Crisp blushed at the teasing whisper but the hot air against his ear brought him that much closer to orgasm. "C'mon baby... that's it. C'mon..." Crisp's heart pounded as he felt a surge of pleasure rising in his body. "Such a good boy... let it out..." Crisp whimpered and spasmed, arcing off the bed as he thrust up into the otter's paw, sending spurts of warm cum over the paw and onto his stomach and chest. The pink crop-top was now stained with fragrant seed and the wolf's whimper and gasp were music to the otter's ears. "Good boy..." the otter whispered as the panting wolf struggled with the electric mixture of pleasure and humiliation. For a few moments the otter allowed the wolf to enjoy the sweet release, taking in the beautiful sight of a twitching cock dribbling out the last bits of orgasm against the wolf's thigh. The scent of cum filled the room and the otter's cock twitched plaintively in the warm paw that was holding it but no longer moving. It was obvious that the wolf was going to need a bit more coaxing, especially after such release, so the otter slowly slipped down off the bed and pulled Crisp closer to the edge by his ankles until a pair of furry balls and a flaccid wolf cock were perched right in front of the otter's face. Crisp looked down the length of his body at the two mischievous-looking eyes that peered just over the edge of the bed, wondering what the stranger was up to. It didn't take long to find out. The otter nuzzled up between Crisp's legs, inhaling the scent before giving the shrinking cock a long, warm lick. The taste of Crisp's cum elicited a rumble from the otter and a soft moan from the wolf as his cock reversed course and started to fill out again. "We aren't finished yet," crooned the otter before giving the wolfhood another slow lick from base to tip. "P...please..." All doubt and worry had completely fled from Crisp's mind. All he wanted now was to feel that hot otter muzzle slowly sink around his cock but the otter was taking his time, enjoying himself as he teased the wolf. Gripping Crisp's cock at the base, the otter started to lick and kiss over the salty tip, sometimes pressing his lips down on it as if he were going to take the wolf into his mouth but pulling back at the last moment and snaking his tongue around it instead. "P... pleeeeease!" The plea was barely more than a whisper and the otter let out a pleased chuckle. "Such a polite, girly boy." Crisp whimpered and squirmed. "Do you want me to take you into my mouth?" The wolf blushed hard, not believing that he was being asked such a thing, but the thought of it not happening seemed so much worse and so the bashful wolf simply nodded his head. "I want to hear you say it." Crisp swallowed hard. He couldn't! He just couldn't! But another slow, lingering lick over his throbbing cock made his lips part and between pants he heard himself say something he didn't think would ever cross his lips. "Please... please take me into your..." Before he could even finish Crisp felt the tip of his hardness press past the otter's soft lips and sink into that blissful, slurping muzzle. The otter's broad tongue glided along the base of the shaft--cradling it and caressing it as the wolf surrendered to the otter. Paws began to slide up and down the wolf's thighs, brushing over stocking and exposed fur as the otter's head began to bob up and down between Crisp's legs. All of the humiliation and anxiety of before evaporated like the morning dew as Crisp rested his paws gently on the back of the otter's head. His hips gave small, involuntary thrusts up into the wet warmth, balls tightening once again, preparing for a second wave of complete and utter ecstasy. But before he could climax the otter slowed his pace and gently withdrew from his nursing, leaving the frustrated wolf panting and staring down at the blue eyes with confusion. "Mmmm... not just yet Baby Girl." You've gotta stop calling me that! The thought lingered in Crisp's mind but never made it past his lips. If it meant that the otter would finish what he started; the wolf was willing to be called anything--wear anything--just to feel that warm muzzle again. The mattress of the bed shifted as the otter climbed up next to the wolf, completely naked and on all fours. Crisp found his gaze focusing on the large, thick otter cock that was dangling and dripping between the stranger's legs. Blue eyes scanned the wolf's gaze and the otter's grin widened. "You want me to continue?" Crisp nodded, eyes still not leaving the dripping member. He could smell the otter's musk and without even realizing it he licked his lips, remembering what it was like to have the otter's tongue in his mouth and wondering what it would be like to perhaps taste something else. "See something you like?" Crisp blushed and averted his gaze for a moment but his eyes somehow found their way back to the warm meat. The otter chuckled and moved closer, crawling up so that his cock was a mere six inches from Crisp's muzzle. The scent was intoxicating to the wolf who was already on the edge. He knew what the otter wanted, and if it meant that he would continue what he was doing earlier... The otter turned and crawled over Crisp's body in reverse, the warmth of his member brushing against the wolf's cheek before bobbing and dripping against Crisp's lips. The wolf's eyes widened as he found his lips coated in precum, the tip of the otter's cock pressing against them. His mind raced, not knowing what to do, but his body responded and he allowed his lips to part, his curious tongue sliding up to meet the thick member that slid down into his muzzle. A gasp rang out into the room, hot breath flowing over the wolf's meat as the otter nuzzled against Crisp's slick cock. Something about knowing how much pleasure he must be causing to the stranger by suckling on his cock made Crisp even more aroused and the wolf suckled deeply on the warm flesh that filled his muzzle. Seconds later he felt the amazing warmth engulf his own maleness again and the two, locked in a heated 69 position, began to suckle and nurse at each other. Hips slowly rolled as low rumbles and soft whimpers, muffled by pulsing mouthfuls, vibrated against their most sensitive parts as the two pleasured each other. Each stroke of the tongue sent a shiver of pleasure that sparked a more passionate response on the other end, each thrust and each slurp more intense than the last. The scene was almost feral, paws clutching at each other's hips, claws sinking in as hazy minds, disabled by waves of pleasure, were filled with the desperate urge to feel the cock in their muzzle begin to jerk and spasm--to feel the other's seed, the reward for their efforts, splash over their tongues. Even the otter had forgotten himself, so taken by the wolf's suckling that he was having to fight to hold back with every thrust. Try as he might, however, the wolf's soft tongue was just too much and with a few bucks of his hips the otter let out a loud moan around Crisp's cock as he climaxed. Crisp's eyes widened and then closed as he felt the thick member pulse and spasm against his tongue; warm jets of otter cum flooding his maw to such an extent that he had no choice but to swallow. And the deep, vibrating moan that he felt around his own cock as he swallowed the otter's gift caused the wolf to lose it as well, hips pressing up into the otter's muzzle as the wolf released his load for the second time, this time with such force that the otter almost choked, streams of wolf cum filling his senses as he swallowed and tried not to cough. Writhing bodies rubbed against each other as the two shared a moment of pure, blissful, lust-filled passion. Both drinking in the thick, salty, and musky milk of the other; occasionally sending small shocks of pleasure through each other with teasing flicks of the tongue. Neither one wanted the moment to end, but after several minutes, the two lovers let the cock of the other fall free from their muzzles and the otter collapsed on the bed next to the wolf. The two swallowed, licked their lips and then lay next to each other in warmth, panting softly.

Crisp's body twitched, suddenly startled from a dream already forgotten. He hadn't remembered going to sleep but something felt very strange. It took a couple of seconds for him to register but the wolf soon realized that it was not a pillow that he was snuggled up to. Lying next to him was some naked stranger--a handsome otter who pulsed with the same warmth as the rings on his big toes, and who also smelled a lot like... Crisp blushed hard. Cum-stained pink cloth and striped stockings brought the memory of the afternoon back in crystal clarity and as he stirred, two deep-blue eyes opened and searched his face. The otter smiled and rumbled, a paw rubbing over Crisp's side. The vision of the wolf was so cute that he couldn't help but admire it, but there was a great deal of confusion in his companion's face and the otter added to it by gracing Crisp's lips with a soft and gentle kiss. "Hey there, cutie." Crisp's eyes were now wide and unbelieving. Beside him was a complete stranger but... but the warmth in those eyes, and the soothing petting... Everything was a mess of conflicting emotion. "Did you sleep well?" "Uhmm..." Crisp's mouth opened for a moment then shut. The otter chuckled and pet Crisp reassuringly. It didn't look like his little friend was going to broach the subject without help so the otter decided to give him a hand. "I'm a ghost." Crisp's eyes became impossibly wide as the wolf swallowed hard. The otter flinched, kicking himself internally for leading off the conversation that way. "No nono... shh... It's okay. You're safe. I mean you no harm..." Crisp was speechless. All he could do was stare. The otter's mind raced. He didn't have much time and he needed to come to some understanding before he faded again. Perhaps if he got the wolf's mind on something else, a memory or an object, he could calm him down. "Do you remember the rings you pulled from the grate last night?" Crisp blinked and then nodded slowly. "Y... yeah. I... just saw them. They didn't seem like they belonged to anybody..." The otter nodded and stroked through Crisp's fur. The rings on the wolf's toes were still quite warm but not as much as before. "It's okay. The owner of them is long gone. No one will come looking for them." Crisp nodded and waited expectantly. The mystery of the day was surely about to be revealed to him. "You see... long ago I was bound to these rings by their creator. I was a deckhand on a ship and had befriended a peculiar passenger on a long voyage. But our ship ran into trouble and out of some misplaced wish to save me somehow, he ended up trapping me in those rings." As Crisp looked down at the mysterious rings on his toes the otter wondered how much of the story he should tell. Instead of confuse the wolf further; he decided he should probably stick with the digest version. "I was so happy when you found me. I had been in that spot for nearly four decades now." Crisp returned his attention to his companion and found himself flooded with questions. "So... earlier, when I had walked past the post office..." The ghostly otter nodded, looking somewhat guilty. "It was me. It was all me..." Crisp nodded, his eyes still suspicious and not leaving the otter's face. "I should apologize, but, I was just so excited! To finally be able to move about. And to be found by such a cutie..." Crisp blushed before frowning a bit and addressing his new friend. "You made me spend all my money, you know. I won't be able to pay rent or get groceries because of today..." The otter nodded, his expression a bit cowed. "I'm not sure what I'm going to do." A moment of silence passed before Crisp continued. "...Why...?" "Because I need the energy of the living to manifest myself," interrupted the otter. "I needed to get you emotional--worked up--to the point that I could appear to you. And then when I was able, you were standing there in those clothes, looking that way..." Crisp blushed even deeper and averted his gaze. He was still wearing the crop-top and the stockings and even worse, he didn't want to admit to himself that he loved the way they felt. The otter noticed a moment of hesitation and after looking down for a moment, he looked back up at Crisp. "Do you hate me?" Crisp blinked and turned back to face the otter, slowly shaking his head no. He didn't quite know what to feel. The whole afternoon had certainly done the job of getting him worked up, but the events that followed left him with warm, pleasurable, yet conflicting emotions. And then there were the more mundane matters--consequences of his impromptu shopping spree. "No... I don't hate you..." The otter was visibly relieved. "But I am worried." "About the money thing?" Crisp nodded. "I've been having a hard time making the bills and it seems almost impossible to get a roommate. I've been trying for months. I really don't know what is going to happen now that I can't make next month's rent." After a few moments of silence, the otter looked into Crisp's eyes and decided to roll the dice. "What if... I was your roommate?" Crisp blinked and took a second to determine if he had heard right. "You?" "Yes, me. What if I was your roommate?" "I..." "As long as you could give me enough energy to manifest..." Crisp and the otter blushed, even as the words left his mouth. "...I could go out and bring in some cash. It's the least I could do. All you'd have to do is keep wearing the rings." Crisp played with the otter's paw, lost in thought. "Y... you could do that?" The otter nodded. "And more. These rings, believe it or not, actually bring you luck." It was a bit of a fib, but only just. The sorcerer who had trapped him in the rings had done so in order to make them tokens of luck, not out of some will to save him--(the true story was quite dark and disturbing)--but any luck that the rings actually brought was merely an artifact of whether or not the otter liked the wearer. And the otter had liked the previous owner very little. Crisp mulled the ideas over. It seemed like an answer to all his problems. If it worked, his search for a roommate would be over. And it wouldn't only help with the money issues. Whether or not he wanted to admit it, it was quite lonely living all by himself in this place. And sleeping next to this strong, warm otter... The wolf blushed and realized that he was holding the otter's paw in his own. "Well... I think that would be a good idea." The otter beamed, relief and joy welling up in him all at once. "Thank you. You won't regret it." Crisp simply nodded, noticing that the rings on his toes were even cooler than before, almost back down to room temperature and his new roommate was starting to shine with the ghostly blue that had been present when he had first appeared. "What's going on? Are you okay?" The otter smiled and brushed Crisp's cheek with a paw. Crisp couldn't help but lean into it. "I'm more than okay. There is no need to worry. The energy only lasts so long. I do need to return to the rings to recharge on occasion, but don't worry. I'll be back... Baby girl." Crisp opened his mouth to protest the teasing moniker but stopped himself and simply grinned. Maybe it was going to be a wonderful weekend after all. "Sleep well, cutie." "You too..." And with a shimmer of light and a surprising jolt of cold from the rings, the otter vanished. Tracing the warm spot in the bed next to him, Crisp slowly drifted back off to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day. Busy, but full of promise.