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The Education of Crisp Chapter 11: Dancing with the Demon For FriskeCrisps and Txeptirea By Draconicon

_What...what happened to your body, Drac?

He must have come back to possess it...and there's his little helper, too._

Crisp shook his head, more intent on what had happened to his teacher's body. With the dragon's spirit in his head, he'd expected to come home to find Draconicon's body asleep somewhere, hidden somewhere safe. Instead, they'd come back to find it...well, not entirely itself.

He took a step back up the stairs as the possessed, scaly body took a step forward. Red lines were running up the dragon's black scales, corrupting them, transforming them with every passing second. Crisp could feel the heat in the basement rising as the demon continued to take over the dragon's body, making it more and more its own, and it wasn't helped by the whips of fire that rose from the demon's old containers.

"How did you...My teacher had to -"

"Your precautions didn't matter...Not when I've been fed as much as I have."

Fed. Crisp remembered the feeding that this demon wanted. He remembered the constant edging and torment that he'd been put through when the creature had been trapped in his shoes. How -

The helper. He flicked his eyes from the reddening dragon to the husky panting and shivering at the demon's side. It had to be him. A host that had been abandoned, but had served its purpose.

_Poor guy...

Poor us, if we don't get out of here!

But he didn't know. He doesn't have magic to know this stuff.

The only good thing here is that he didn't blow his load on the demon when it left. It's not at full power, which means we might have a chance.

How?_

"Talking to your master, are you?"

"It's not like I want to talk to you."

"Oh, but you should..."

The demon twisted the dragon's face into a smirk as he took another step forward, and Crisp could see the corruption still spreading from those cursed sneakers on the dragon. The shoelaces were like whips of fire, and striped socks were curling up the dragon's legs, looking almost like stockings at this point.

"You should talk with me, Crisp. I remember everything that went on in your head...every fantasy that you had about me and the shoes you sealed me in...I know what you want..."

"You don't know -"

"Don't lie to me...you know I was in your head. You know I saw your needs..."

He shivered, not entirely sure he wanted to remember all of that, but it wasn't like he had a choice. The memories were flooding back already, of being forced to dance across the floor, of the shoelaces caressing his bulge constantly. He'd been in pleasurable hell, edged constantly as his willpower waned, and loving every second of it despite his terror.

_Any time now, teacher...

Alright. He's expending most of his power in taking over the body, and the rest of it trying to seduce you. It's not working, so he's going to change that in a moment. When he does, I want you to cast this._

The spell flashed through his mind, and Crisp blinked.

_That's...complicated.

That's why I'm feeding it into your mind. It's either that, or I cast it through you, and I need to hold back for a while. Otherwise, he'll start tempting me, too._

And you don't trust yourself?

Not in someone else's body.

Fair point. Neither of them were quite in their own body at this point. The possession had altered him to some degree, giving him a few dragon features, as well as a dragon...size...down there. Better not to risk it.

The demon had kept talking, but Crisp hadn't been listening. Now, though...

Silence.

The dragon - half red, half black now - stood at the bottom of the steps with a fading smirk. Slowly, he shook his head.

"And here I thought we might have something special, Crisp. All those things I could do for you, all the barriers I could break down...all the magic you could learn...but no. You still stand with the teacher. The slut. The weak one..."

"For him being so weak, you certainly were quick to take his body."

"Well, that's certainly true. It, at least, is strong...as you'll find out!"

NOW!

Crisp's fingers were clumsier in their thicker, scaly form, but they were still quick. He made the signs and flung the magic through the shape they made. The demon's spell, half-formed, fizzled out, and the dragon went flying backwards through the room, hitting the opposite wall of the basement.

He ran down the stairs, leaping over the various artifacts to grab the husky by the arm. Thankfully, the stranger wasn't in shock, and pulled himself up quickly. They were halfway up the stairs again as the demon-dragon shouted after them.

"You'll not escape! I will have my vengeance on you and yours, Crisp! Soon! Soon!"

The escape was simple enough after that. The two - no, three, with Draconicon in his head - ran out of the house, and Crisp used another spell that his teacher gave him to summon up a small teleport spell. They disappeared, heading somewhere...else. He wasn't sure where. Draconicon hadn't told him.

However, from the stone walls and the general cave-like feel to the interior, he had a feeling this was where his teacher lived when he wasn't employed.

The husky dropped down the wall, panting and hugging himself, while Crisp resisted the urge to do the same. Instead, he leaned his shoulders against the wall, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

Okay. What do I do? Should...should I do something with this guy? What if he's possessed more than we were?

I don't think he is. The shoes were too eager to start taking over my body. They probably were hoping to get all their power out of him with the first transference, and considering the load of cum all over the floor, I am pretty sure that they lost most of their build-up.

So, what, is the demon going to come after him again?

I doubt it. Not unless he becomes a wellspring of lust again. So, let's keep him from getting horny.

Looking at him right now, I'm pretty sure sex is the last thing on his mind.

Crisp shook his head. Even in the dimness of the cave, the husky looked like he was about to lose it. And who could blame him, really? Even the most pleasurable of possessions could be hell for someone that wasn't ready for it, and if one didn't have magic - and he was pretty sure that this husky didn't - there wasn't a defense for it. All you could do was go along, and hope that you didn't hurt anyone.

The dragon-wolf walked over to the other wall, and sat down by the other dog. He gently patted him on the arm, trying to think of something to say.

"It's..."

No, it wasn't going to be okay, and what the husky had done wasn't okay either. What else could he say?

"I...Who are you?"

Great, great, nice way to sooth someone.

"I'm...my name is Xander. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"I don't think anyone means to do what demons make them do."

"I know...but I didn't...I mean I did..."

"Did what?"

"Enjoy it..."

"They do make it very enjoyable...particularly that one."

The husky whipped his head up at that.

"You know that one?"

"He used to be in my shoes. Those were mine, actually, on the dragon."

"Really? But...but how?"

"It's a long story..."

_Should I tell him?

Might as well. He should know the sort of thing that he's involved in. But make sure that you show that it was YOUR fault in the first place.

Hey, you were the one that got all controlling.

And who was the one that thought he was ready to summon demons despite all the warnings?

...Fair point._

Getting comfortable, Crisp started at the beginning. Way, way back at the beginning, when he'd first hired the dragon. It was...almost nostalgic, going back that far, even though they hadn't been together for that long, really.

He described the first lessons, and the bullies that he had fought off with his fire magic.

He told the husky about the first cracks in the relationship with his teacher.

He told Xander about the different bits of revenge he took.

But when he got to the demon summoning part of the story...he stopped. He looked down at the floor, shaking his head a few times.

"I got...stupid. I thought that I knew everything about magic, that I should learn as fast as possible, and...well, I thought I could handle anything that went wrong. Draconicon warned me about summoning them, and I didn't listen. Both he and I got stuck in a demon trap, and we had to fight our way out of it."

Fuck our way out of it, more accurately.

Blushing heavily, Crisp tried to ignore that particular correction.

"We managed it, sealing the demons back into a pair of briefs and into that pair of shoes, but I thought that we'd see the end of them at that point. Somehow, that pair must have snuck out and found you."

"I...I see..."

"And now he has my teacher's body."

"Aren't you worried about, well, what he'll do to your teacher's mind? I mean, he turned me into a prostitute and -"

"Don't you start worrying about me."

Draconicon's voice. Crisp rolled his eyes a bit as his mouth moved without his consent, the dragon's deeper voice feeling more than a little strange passing his lips.

"I'm in here at the moment. There was a...distraction...which allowed you to get inside. The hyenas outside of the house were involved in it...which I assume you had a hand in dispersing?"

Xander nodded, his jaw dropped.

"I figured. Now, here's the problem. There is a demon in my body. Right now, he's most likely putting most of his power towards overwhelming the natural dragon magic in my body, putting it to his use, and generally getting comfortable inside of it. That will take him anywhere from twelve to twenty-four hours.

"Once that's done, he will be able to put his full power towards any magic that he uses, as well as any power that's left inside of my body. He'll be one of the most powerful mages in the world, at that point. So, we are on a clock, you two.

"So, how do we get a demon out of a body?"

Crisp shrugged. As much as he wanted to give an answer, he wasn't sure what they could do, at this point. All the material that he'd studied had been about binding a demon before it could take hold of a body. After someone had been taken...well, that seemed to essentially call for an exorcism, didn't it?

The husky was no help either, just staring at the dragon-wolf the whole time, and eventually, Draconicon sighed through his mouth.

"I was hoping someone would come up with something better than what I had..."

What did you have in mind?

"It looks like we're going to have to lay a trap, and hope that we can sneak the demon out through my cock."

...What?

"What?"

"Yeah, I don't like it either...but it's the only thing I can think of."

Crisp was too in shock to fight it as Draconicon moved his body a bit closer to the husky, raising one hand to the other canine's head.

"If you will permit me?"

"What are you doing?"

"I need to take a quick look in your head. Just to understand a few things."

"...Will it hurt?"

"No."

The husky nodded, and Crisp had a front-row seat as his master cast one of the rarer spells in the magical world. It was so strange, seeing his body performing gestures for spells that he only knew of in concept, of seeing the magic flow down his body when he wasn't the one controlling it. It was a less-than-warm feeling, he had to admit.

But seeing into someone else's mind like this...

He felt his consciousness dive into the husky's memories, sliding through them like layers of water. Except, instead of it staying the same consistency all the way down, it started getting thicker and thicker as they went through the layers. At the top, the memories were crisp and clean, but thin, able to pass between easily. Further down, they started to thicken, becoming more cloudy, and it almost felt like they were holding him and Draconicon back.

They pushed through, but Crisp grunted at the claustrophobic sensation of being surrounded by so many clouds of memories, so many foggy and all-too-substantial things that shoved at him from all sides.

_What...what are you looking for, teacher?

Something that will let me use him as bait.

You...you're looking for his kinks, aren't you?

Yes. The more of them I know, the better we can play on it. I need to turn this guy into a lighthouse of power for his demon, and I can't do that without knowing all of his buttons.

But...but that'll just make him stronger! The demon will take him without a fight from us.

Not quite. I have a few...contacts...that will be willing to make a deal. But I need to know which one to contact. The other reason I have to see this deep..._

Further and further they went, and Crisp felt more than saw the memories around him. The feeling of a first toy. The humiliating sensation of being erect and getting more so with laughter around him. The strange need to be humiliated all the time...

It felt more familiar than he wanted to admit.

He drifted off into the memories, unable to stay focused as they went deeper and deeper, and it was only when Draconicon started pulling them out that he woke up again. He shivered, realizing that he had almost lost himself in the husky's memories, and clung tightly to the dragon's mental presence.

_Is that why you don't usually read minds?

It's one of the reasons. Privacy is another.

How do you...

Not lose myself? Heh. I know myself.

It's that simple?

Not quite, but it's the start of it. Know yourself, and know everything you can about yourself, and you can know where you are. If you don't know yourself, and you thrust your consciousness into someone else, you can quickly lose where you are. What you are. And when that happens, you are gone._

A chilling thought, to say the least. Crisp shuddered as he felt their consciousnesses slip back into the dragon-wolf body. As he opened his eyes, Xander was looking at him.

"Did...did you find what you were looking for?"

"I think he did, yeah. He feels like he's plotting in the back of my head."

"He's...he's really strange."

"Yeah, but he's a good teacher. And he'll figure out a way to make this work."

"How do you know?"

"Because he always does. He's that good."

Yeah, tell me that when we're done dealing with the leprechauns.

"...You know, let's just call my teacher insane and call it a day."

"What? Why? What's he -"

"You don't want to know."

He pulled the protesting husky out of the small cavern they were in. Somehow, he remembered there being a bedchamber down the tunnel, and sure enough, there was. Crisp pushed Xander into it, tucking him in before placing his hand on the husky's head. A simple sleep spell pushed him into dreamland, and left the two of them alone.

_Leprechauns? Are you serious?

I see that you weren't neglecting your studies, then.

You think that they'll help us? All they care about is dancing and music.

And a little bit of amusement. If we make a deal with them, we'll have the magic power we need to take down the demon.

And what makes you think that I'm going to agree to it?

Well, I wasn't planning on making you agree to it. We have someone else that's already used to being possessed, and likes it more than he wants to admit.

You mean -

Xander here truly enjoyed the feeling of having someone else in control of his body. I think that, with the proper incentives, he'll be very happy to allow the leprechauns their little bits of amusement._

Considering what few things he remembered from the trip into the other canine's head, Crisp knew that his teacher was right. He just wished that he didn't have to be so completely right...

_Get some sleep, Crisp. We have time, and this body needs its rest before I summon them. There's another bed two chambers over.

Thanks, teacher.

You're welcome._

As the body fell asleep, Draconicon remained awake. It was hard not to; without a body, he could only get mentally tired, and he was far from that.

In the darkness of the mind, he pulled at his knowledge. At least it had come with his spirit, rather than being leashed to his body. Years upon years of spellbooks and arcane studies came as he called for it, floating in the mindspace around him.

He pulled down the memorized 'Tome of the Fae' to him, and started flicking through the pages towards the leprechauns. It had been over a decade since he'd dealt with them, creating something new for their little clan, but he knew that they'd remember him. They always remembered those that they owed favors to.

Heh, and I bet they'll be happy to discharge this one.

Any member of the fae folk would be annoyed at owing a mortal being some sort of favor, and would work to discharge it as quickly as possible. Most people let them do it, either out of greed or because they didn't want to be associated with a magical creature any longer than they needed to. Draconicon, on the other hand, had held onto his particular favor, and he was glad that he did.

After all, leprechauns weren't known to be generous folk, and this was going to be a stretch, even with the favor.

Crisp woke up to find his body already in motion, drawing symbols on the ground and walking around the still-sleeping husky. He groaned a bit, feeling his toes scuffing the floor through the holes in his shoes, and he shook his head a bit more to wake up the rest of the way.

Ah, finally up, are you?

"Yeah. How long was I out?"

About six hours. We have about five more, if I remember right, before we hit the danger zone.

"Not much...Will we make it in time?"

If we don't have any delays, yes. Speaking of which, let me finish this.

"Yes, teacher."

Knowing better than to distract someone drawing a summoning circle, particularly considering what happened the last time, he turned his attention to the sleeping husky. Now that he was a bit more rested, and they weren't being threatened by a demon that wanted to eat their souls and turn them into lust slaves, he was surprised at how...young...the husky looked.

Not that he looked like a little kid, but he had a look of someone that didn't have any real experience with the world. He looked like someone that had always stayed inside, had always avoided other people. It was the last person he would have expected the demon shoes to pick; they'd struck him very much as a creature that would prefer someone that was out and about, someone that had an avid social life, so that they'd have plenty of people to feed on...

Then again...

He supposed that the demon would have a better chance with someone that had a lot of anonymity. They could go out and fuck, and not have to worry about ruining the host's reputation. If the host didn't have one, there was no worries.

Crisp wondered, what sort of power had the demon exerted on the husky? Had it been a horrifying trip, being possessed by something hellbent on revenge? Had it been something that the husky had fought, or had he gone along with it, easily corrupted by the power that the demon offered?

There were many things that he didn't know, and it bothered him. They were relying on a complete stranger for a good bit of the strategy to fight the demon, and there was nothing he could do about it.

There, finished.

Glancing down, he saw the completed summoning circle. Unlike the one he'd used to summon demons, this one was drawn in more of a spiral, with more curvy letters along the outside rather than the sharp, stark runes that he'd used for demons. It wasn't something that he'd seen before, but it felt oddly fitting for the green, dancing fey folk that they were aiming for.

"So, what now?"

Now, we need to wake him up. Make sure that he stays calm. If he starts freaking out, this is going to get a lot harder.

"Yeah, give me the tricky job..."

Do you want to try casting this and summoning them in my name? Because if you want to do that, I'll happily -

"No, no, I got it..."

No need to screw up another summoning. The leprechauns wouldn't be as cruel with a botched summoning as a demon, but he didn't need more problems. As Draconicon started muttering the spell in the back of his head, he reached down and shook the husky's shoulder.

Xander woke up almost immediately, looking up at him, and Crisp offered as comforting a smile as he could.

"Welcome back."

"Did I go somewhere?"

"No, no, just welcome back to the world of the waking."

"Oh, I...I guess I just assumed, magic and all."

"Heh, fair enough."

The husky sat up, and Crisp gently steadied him as he wobbled from side to side. As Xander took in the summoning circle, the dragon-wolf gently squeezed him, keeping him from pulling away.

"What...what's going on?"

"Oh, it's part of the spell that we'll be using against the demon."

"Why am I in the middle of it?"

"You see, we need to get a little more power to deal with it. My teacher's got a favor that he's calling in, and you're part of it."

"I'm not some sort of sacrifice, right? Please tell me he's not sacrificing me."

"Not quite. It's more like he's just...how do I put this?"

I'm using him as a fuel source, and he's going to do a favor for them.

"You're just going to do a favor for them, not be sacrificed to them."

"I...I see."

"And from what my teacher says, you are going to enjoy it."

Xander slowly nodded, and pulled his legs up tight to his chest. Satisfied that their guest wasn't going to run off, Crisp stood up and walked to the edge of the circle. It was better not to be part of the spell if he didn't have to be.

In short order, Draconicon seemed to be ready. Crisp handed over control of his body again, and the dragon raised their arms up high.

"Let us begin," he said through Crisp's mouth. "Xander, I need you to stay as still as you can. Do not, and I repeat this, do not move. The slightest scuffing on the spell marks can make this whole thing go wrong, and I don't need to summon another demon when we still have this one to deal with."

Isn't that a little strong?

Okay, we wouldn't get a demon, but we can't have any delays. Besides, he can afford to be a little scared.

It was a fair enough thing, he supposed, though a little on the cruel side. The husky was already scared, and now he looked like he was shivering. Crisp shook his head, but the spell was already starting.

The circle began to glow green almost immediately as Draconicon spoke the words through their mouth. The sound of jingling bells and wooden shoes clacking on the floor filled the air, followed by laughing and irish accents. It got stronger and stronger with every word that the dragon said, and the floor glowed all the brighter.

As Draconicon lifted their arms towards the ceiling, a great portal opened above them, green and gold and flashing with light. Flickering presences moved about on the other side, as the dragon-wolf pointed towards them.

"Come, and be summoned in my name! Be called by the mage Draconicon, and stand within the circle!"

And with that, they came. Flickering, at first, but solidifying rapidly in the shimmering green light, the leprechauns descended. They tapped through the air, their pointed shoes bringing them down invisible steps. The walls of the circle arched upwards, the green light surrounding the portal and keeping them from running about, but it also kept Xander inside.

For his part, Crisp was surprised at how well the husky was handling it. Sure, he was looking wide-eyed at every magical being, but he wasn't getting up, wasn't running off, wasn't trying to get free of the circle. It was a pretty impressive sight, for someone that hadn't seen these things before.

The leprechauns kept dancing, but one of them - with a redder, longer beard than the others - flew right to the edge of the ritual circle. He smacked a walking stick against it twice, glaring.

"What's all this then? Who be claiming to be de Dragon o' Magic, eh? I see no Draconicon, just a wee boy."

"I am him, in another body."

"Oh yeah, is tha so? Then ya no be minding using some o' tha magic o' yers?'

"It seems a fair request."

Their arm raised, and Crisp felt something much, much different than usual. Instead of his white fire, or the glimmer of the many different types of magic that he'd used that had come from him, there was something different. It was a cold heat, something that...that seemed to freeze things, consume them, learn them. It pushed through his arm, and he barely held back a gasp at the wrenching sensation.

_What is that?!

This is my magic. Something I developed, personally.

Why does it hurt?

I've never figured that out...but it works._

Even as they spoke, the black fire burned in his palm, the same black fire that came whenever Draconicon used something that didn't come from a typical spellbook. It flared and shimmered across his fingers, and every leprechaun stared at it.

It died quickly enough, to his relief. The black fire hurt to use, and he was happy to see it go. The abrasive leprechaun slapped his thigh.

"So, ye finally call on de folk for a fah-vor, huh? 'bout time, ye scamp. What de ye be wantin'?"

"A simple favor. A demon's been released, and I need some power. And I offer you a favor for a favor, in turn."

The dragon-wolf gestured at the husky.

"Mark him with the Green Shoes, and let him dance for your amusement. And in return, give me and mine the power to fight the demon when he comes."

"Ach, a demon, ye say? Tha be a trick and half, don't ya know?"

"I know. That's why I've saved this favor. Discharge it, now."

"Ye be a hard one, Dragon o' Magic. But a favor be a favor, and me clan would na be happy if I welched out."

"Good. Then deliver."

The dragon-wolf held out a hand, and the leprechaun sighed. He extended his knobbly stick, and a flow of green and gold light shot out of it. Bit by bit, it wound through the air, coming down on the dragon-wolf's fingers. It spread further and further, shooting up his arm, and Crisp gasped as it hit his core.

_This...this is incredible...

It's going to be barely enough.

How...how is he that strong?

He's not. I am. And he has me._

Even with that chilling revelation, the dragon-wolf couldn't help but pant at the power that was being pumped through his veins. It was old magic, powerful magic, something from across the sea and buried deep, aged and grown until it was what it was now. It bubbled and bounced inside of him, feeling like something alive.

Which, he supposed, it very well could be.

As he swallowed up the magic, some of the leprechauns were gathered around Xander. They'd picked him up, holding him in mid-air above the circle, and were examining his feet. They poked and prodded at the undersides, jabbing big fingers into his soles and his toes. They muttered to each other, and while he couldn't hear it, he could see that they must have been embarrassing the other dog.

Not much he could do about it, though.

_Teacher, what are the green shoes?

Normally, they're a method of punishment for the leprechauns. They attach to someone and they make them dance until the end of time. In this case, I'm letting them do it as a temporary thing.

Why? It seems a little...pointless.

Because Xander likes to have things taken out of his control, and - not dissimilar from you - he likes shoes. The pair of them together...well, we'll have a lure that the demon won't be able to resist._

It was a gamble, to put it mildly. He could only imagine the things that could go wrong if they timed this wrong, or if the demon actually got hold of the husky. With that power boost, an incubus would be nearly unstoppable.

That said, they needed to draw the demon out, and this seemed to be the only way to do it, particularly with how distracting this would be to it.

The leprechauns stopped the flow of power to him, and the dragon-wolf was able to focus on the green shoes being summoned. Crisp got the feeling that they were part of some deal that the dragon had made a long time ago, but he was more interested in the way that they seemed to form out of mid-air, shimmering into existence around the husky's feet.

They covered his soles, first, spreading in a treaded, gripping underside that went from his arch to his heel, and then up towards the ball of his foot. It surrounded it in thick green material, getting thicker by the second. It seemed to have a mix of sneaker and boot in its design, something that he generally didn't seen.

Crisp watched as it spread up along the husky's ankle, heading higher and higher, the converse trainers reaching past the bump of his ankle and then a bit higher still, swallowing up his foot and lower leg.

The laces appeared next, slithering back and forth across the top of Xander's feet like a pair of snakes, reaching for the top of his foot as fast they could. Back and forth, they slithered, tying themselves and tangling themselves as they went, and there was a great deal of lace to go. They even wrapped around the back of the shoe as it formed, and then came back to the front. They didn't tie; they didn't seem to need to.

More and more of the green shoes wrapped around the husky's feet, until they were a proper pair of converse trainers, or at least, that's what they looked like to him.

_Why did they pick that design?

They change from time to time. They look like the most embarrassing pair of shoes that they can project; I imagine that they look different to Xander than they do to you, and more different to me.

Why? What do they look like to you?

A too-tight pair of sandals._

Bizarre, but it could be worse. At least the ritual seemed to have been completed properly. Draconicon spoke again.

"The green shoes will remain for a day. Enjoy it while you can."

"Ah, me dragon, we'll enjoy tha show, don' ye worry."

"Then begone, and be well."

The circle vanished, and the leprechauns disappeared back into the portal. Crisp felt Draconicon slip further into their mind, and he let out a deep gasp as he felt how tired their body had become. The ritual had hit the dragon harder than he thought.

Clack-clack!

He looked up, and immediately started to blush as he saw the green shoes tap-dancing Xander right across the floor towards him. The big green shoes clicked and tapped along the cave floor, and every now and then, the heels smacked together, hard and -

CLACK!

Loud. He stifled a chuckle as Xander blushed brightly, offering his hand as the husky's feet kept tap-dancing all over the place, carrying him from one side of the room to the other. It was something he was more aware of than he wanted to admit, and he knew how many times he would have liked a hand from someone to keep from losing his balance.

"What...how is this happening?"

"It's part of the ritual. We're giving the leprechauns some amusement so that they'll give us the power to beat the demon."

"But..."

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it."

Crisp blushed a bit, pointing down to the husky's crotch. He was already starting to tent his pants a little bit, and it was more than obvious.

"I think you already are."

"I-I mean, you can't...I don't -"

_Get him outside. Quickly. We don't have much time.

What do you mean?

He's going to pull the demon before long. If he's already getting hard, he's going to be horny as all hell before long. And the demon will feel that from miles around._

His teacher was right. He still remembered how quickly the incubus had read his needs, how fast they understood fantasies and everything that a person wanted. They had to be quick, indeed.

Yet, it was rather slow going with the husky tap-dancing the whole way. Even when Crisp tried to slow him down, to put a hand on his legs to stop Xander from doing it the whole way, the shoes kept him moving. They whipped out like defenses as the legs tried to stop, and kept batting away his hands.

Soon, he gave up, just leading the way and trusting the husky to follow him in the process.

They reached the end of the tunnel home soon enough, and emerged on the slope of a mountain. It overlooked his city, he realized, and Crisp wondered how many times Draconicon had looked down on it from up here. It seemed like the sort of thing his teacher would do, just looking over something and watching it.

But he didn't dwell on it long. He took the husky and started marching down the slope, following the mental directions from his teacher towards one of the lower plateaus. It would give them more room to work, and there were more hiding places along the slope for a surprise attack once they'd set up their bait. Crisp could already see a number of trees that they could hide in, as well as boulders that they could hide behind.

Surprisingly, Xander was completely quiet as they went down the mountainside, only letting out the occasional moan as they went along. The clickity click of his shoes were making more than enough noise to cover him, though, so it wasn't as though they were making progress in silence.

Past trees and rocks, past the bushes and a single stream that went down the mountain, they came to a flat part of it, a small plateau with a couple of boulders and a tree on it.

"This is the place."

"Your...your teacher says it is?"

"Yeah. Now, we're going to hide - not gonna say where, just in case the demon sees it in your head - but we'll be close, so you'll be safe. Just keep dancing, and wait until he shows up."

"But...but what if he doesn't?"

"I don't think he'll be able to resist...you."

He blushed a bit, almost wishing that he was in the husky's shoes. Literally, in this case. The green shoes were a curse and a half, but the converse sneakers did look rather nice...and he curled his toes in the gap of his own shoes in regret.

Trust me, you don't want to be in those. There's no stopping, no matter how exhausted you get.

What keeps you alive, then?

The shoes. You are perpetually exhausted at the end of every day, and the shoes give you just enough energy to keep going, but not enough to feel comfortable about it.

He was starting to see how they were a method of punishment, but it didn't stop him from feeling some interest. Giving Xander another pat on the back, he darted towards the trees on the slope, climbing one of them from behind. Considering he had to use his new, longer claws for it, better not to give too much away from the front.

They reached a covered branch where they could peer through the leaves without being seen, and Crisp started getting comfortable. He felt Draconicon preparing something in the back of his head, and left his teacher to do that. Better to give the dragon as much peace and quiet for his spell as possible.

In the meantime, he leaned forward and watched.

The shoes were putting Xander through one hell of a workout. They tapped him right along the grassy ground towards the single boulder on it, and made him jump, clicking his heels off of the rock before coming down again. They had him jumping, clacking his heels together every three steps, before they put him through a much more complicated routine, the toes and heels working together to put together a percussive rhythm.

Crisp reached down to his crotch, rubbing himself a little to the show. It was getting better and better as the shoes kept pushing the husky, making him put on a show. As the husky turned, he could see that the poor guy had a boner that looked as hard as all hell, pushing the front of his pants forward and bouncing up and down with every kick, every jump that the shoes made him do. Sometimes, he swore that it would be bounced right out of Xander's pants, but it always came back inside at the last second.

"You know, I kind of miss when you would do that to me."

I thought that you didn't like those kinds of 'punishments.'

He blushed, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. His cock - definitely longer in this form than it had been as a wolf - was growing down his pants leg, bit by bit, and he blushed at how long it felt. He wondered, how much of a show would he put on, if he were in those dancing shoes now? How much would he end up showing off?

_Can you keep your thoughts out of the gutter for the moment?

Why? Don't want to be thinking sexy stuff?_

It's going to give the demon more to work with. I'm going to have to make sure this hits right the first time, or we're all doomed.

You know, that's easier said than done. This is one heck of a sexy show.

Then don't watch.

Draconicon went quiet, and Crisp grumbled under his breath. Don't watch? As if that was even an option. He had to keep an eye out for the demon, didn't he? Keep watch so that they knew when to strike? How was he supposed to do that if he didn't watch the show?

He pulled the branches back a bit more, compromising by watching the show without touching himself. That had to be good enough, right?

The husky was getting deeper and deeper into the dance, starting to jump and kick with his green shoes. The laces were already up against his crotch, teasing him, rubbing at his boner bulge, and Crisp blushed as he started imagining that happening to him. A shoelace-job was something else he hadn't got in a while...

Crisp!

Groaning, he turned away, looking down the mountain. The demon would have to come from somewhere down there, if he was coming by foot. If he came by magic, it would probably just be a teleport, or something along those lines.

Or...

Crisp blinked. One possibility he had completely overlooked. He turned his head upwards...

The shadow of a dragon passed over the sun, and he groaned.

_We forgot he could fly in your body.

Damn...damn damn damn...

What? He's still gotta come here, doesn't he?

Only if he doesn't think about flying Xander off. If he does, we can't keep up.

Can't you teleport us, if he does?

Not if we want to have enough magic to banish him._

Shit...not good, not good, not good at all. He knew from experience that Draconicon's body was strong enough to do things like that. It could easily carry the husky away...

But maybe not a husky and a wolf.

_What are you doing?!

I'm getting down there. If he sees two targets, then we have a chance.

But he knows I'm in you.

Then you'll have to focus through all this lust, won't you?

Crisp, this is a bad, bad -

Do you have a better idea?

..._

He climbed down the tree as fast as he could, his cock still so hard from the show alone. If that wasn't enough lust to tempt the demon, then he didn't know what was.

He joined Xander on the plateau, just as the demon descended. The demon-dragon landed about ten feet away from them, reddened wings tucked into the demon's back, and the body almost entirely turned red. Draconicon's cock had been grown, too, making it into something almost too big to be proportional to the body.

The only thing left that looked normal were the demon-dragon's eyes. They were still white, still showing some semblance of who had owned the body before. They didn't have much time.

The demon smirked, leaning against the tree.

"So, it seems that your little lure for me didn't work as well as you planned. I know what you want...to get this body back. I don't think I want to."

"I..."

Be careful...

Crisp swallowed.

"I...want to see some of what you can offer."

The demon-dragon arched his eyebrows.

"Offer? Offer for what?"

"...My service."

"Heh...are you thinking of betraying your master, then? Did he take things too far with you, give you too many things to do? I remember how much you wanted to learn, how much magic you have in you...I wonder, would you give that magic up, for pleasure? Would you let me take that power, and take all the bliss I can offer in return?"

The demon-dragon took a step closer, and Xander started dancing towards him, the green shoes getting covered in infernal red as the demon raised his hand.

"I've already shown this husky all the pleasure that he can get, all the bliss that can be had by obeying me. Would you give me power, and receive it in return?"

"I'm...I'm definitely tempted."

_What do you need, teacher?

Well, I was going to make him cum himself out...but that's not happening anymore. I thought he'd be further from controlling my body._

The demon-dragon smiled, stepping closer. Barely a few paces away now, and Crisp could feel his cock throbbing at the look of his teacher's body, at the dancing still going on a few paces away. Worse, he could feel the demonic magic reaching out for his torn shoes, tingling at his toes as it started wrapping around his feet.

"Will you dance for me, then, you faggy little slut? Will you dance, as you cum out your magic for me?"

"...You'd have to make me..."

_Then what do we do?

Get him weakened. Make him cum...then I MIGHT have enough power for banishing him to the shoes again. Maybe. If we're close enough.

Oh geez...

I don't like it either, but it's the only option._

The magic seized him, then, and Crisp felt his shoes start to lift and fall, carrying his feet with them. His big, stupid sized feet started pounding the grass in a quieter imitation of Xander's dance, the two of them clop-clopping on the ground, their heels clicking as the demon-dragon leaned back against the boulder.

To his relief, the demon did grab at his cock, starting to stroke it to the sight of them. They were turning him on.

"That's it...show off how horny those stupid shoes make you feel. Show off how much you like dancing for me..."

Crisp was feeling like the show-off he'd imagined already. His feet were pounding against the ground, and his cock was stretching his pants more than usual. It was pointing forward, the thick head grinding against the front of his underwear and oozing constantly. He could feel every line being traced against the front of his pants, see the wet spots that were already forming, and he'd barely started the dance yet.

Ignoring Draconicon's nervous words, he threw himself into the dance as much as he could. Even as he blushed from the humiliation of being made to show off, even as the demon turned him so that his flopping, bouncing boner ground against Xander's, he kept reminding himself of one thing.

Don't. Cum.

"Hehe, look at the boner boys, so hard, so eager to get each other off. Stupid little shoes slamming against the ground. Click those heels, boys."

He was helpless as his sneakers followed the demon's command, coming together in the back again and again. Click, click, click, each one making his boner bounce again, throbbing all the harder, oozing all the more.

The demon's fingers conducted their dance, but his hand kept stroking away. He was getting off on their humiliation, Crisp could see, and that was all they needed. Just a little bit more...just that little bit more...

The shoelaces pulled them forward, dancing them closer to the demon-dragon, and Crisp groaned at each sudden tightening around his feet. The laces were squeezing his feet so hard, and the tips were rubbing along his bulge like questing fingers. His cock throbbed for them, even as he was turned to face Xander again.

They danced, clicking the sides of their shoes off of each other at a frantic pace. Their cocks throbbed and oozed through their pants, rubbing against each other, and Crisp moaned as the green shoes pushed their laces up, rubbing his cock as his own shoes rubbed Xander's boner.

"Mmmph...yeah...you horny little sluts...you faggy little boner boys...gonna be...my food...for years..."

The demon sounded so close...They just needed to push him a little further. Crisp panted as he was turned around, the shoes making him thrust his hips along to the beat of his tap-dancing. Tap, thrust, heel click. Tap, thrust, heel click. He was humping his own underwear, his cock throbbing with need, his balls churning...

And yet, the demon-dragon came first.

The demon leaned back, moaning. The shoes came off of the ground...and Crisp moved.

His ripped shoes had been weakening more and more over the course of the dance, and it was easy to break out of them when the demon was distracted. They fell in tatters on the ground, split in half, and he leaped through the air. The dragon-wolf's hands landed right on the demon's shoes, and he squeezed tight.

NOW!

Draconicon's spell roared through his mind and down his arms. Green light, gold light, black fire; all of it rushed out of him at once, hitting the shoes and streaming up through the demon-dragon's body. The red resisted, for a moment, before being consumed, Draconicon's body glowing with magical light.

The demon screamed, but already the banishing was underway. It went from a loud scream to a mental one in seconds, and even that started fading as Draconicon kept pumping in the magic. Crisp watched with a grin as the dragon's socks disappeared, falling back into the shoes, and as soon as they were gone, he ripped them off, throwing them over to the edge of the plateau.

He felt Draconicon disappear from his mind, his body shifting back to that of a normal wolf without the magic dragon inside of him. He collapsed against the ground, panting...

As unconsciousness claimed him, he felt Draconicon's arms wrap around him, and felt...safe. They'd won.

The End