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The Halloween Dragon Ride

For FriskeCrisps

By Draconicon

With Halloween just around the corner, Crisp knew that there was no better time to have a little fun at his former teacher's expense. Sending out payments to a couple other mages, including a few friends of Draconicon's, the wusky started to put together a plan of action for the big guy.

It didn't take long for it all to come together. A schoolboy suit, a pair of stockings, and most importantly, shoes. Big, silly shoes that would look absolutely bonkers on just about anyone, and would set apart the nerd of the school from anyone else.

Crisp smiled at the costume laid out on the bed, then walked over to his bedroom door. He pulled it open, shouting down to the living room.

"Drac! I got something for you."

"Do you need me to get it now?"

"If you can. It's something fun!"

"You know our definitions of fun tend to be widely different..."

"Promise, you're going to enjoy this."

Or at the very least, I will.

Crisp hid his giggles as the dragon came up the stairs. Just as always, Draconicon was dressed in his usual black robes, the same thing that he had been wearing for the last few weeks, ever since Halloween allowed him to wear something befitting his mage status. The dragon paused at the top step, looking around.

"Crisp...did you bring something magical into the house?"

"Of course not," he lied, shaking his head. "Why would you think that?"

"Because I'm suddenly reminded of that one incident, back when we were still having so many arguments?"

The wusky rubbed the back of his head. Yeah, that...Back when they'd first started working together as teacher and student. Back when he'd been a bit of an over-eager idiot. Back when he'd cursed the dragon with a pair of toe rings and shoes that had taken weeks to actually come off.

But that wasn't the case now. He was better than that. Sneakier, too.

"Nothing of the sort, Drac. Come on. I just have a costume for you."

"...That almost sounds worse."

Nevertheless, the dragon walked down the hall and entered the wusky's room. Crisp shut the door, hiding his smile as best he could as the dragon looked down at the outfit on the bed. Pretty predictably, the big guy slapped his hand over his face and groaned.

"Crisp. There is no way that I'm wearing that."

"Come on, it's just for a night."

"I'm not even going to fit in that. Look at how tight the shorts are."

"Drac...do I have to call in that favor for this?"

Crisp arched an eyebrow as the black dragon whipped around, glaring down at him.

"I'll do it, you know."

"You little...You would, wouldn't you?"

The wusky nodded. He honestly didn't want to, but it wasn't that big a request. Just a little mild humiliation around the house, and just for one night, at that. It was something that the dragon owed him, particularly after the sort of bullshit that he'd pulled back at the end of summer.

Draconicon sighed, nodding as he pulled off his robe. Crisp turned at the last second to avoid a sudden eye-full of dragon dong, whistling as he looked the other way.

"You're a dick. Seriously, these things are so...ugh...tight. I swear, I'm going to need a lube spell just to pull them up my legs here."

"Then use it. Just get it on."

"Dick."

Crisp just smiled, keeping his eyes on the far wall. He could hear the grunts and groans of the dragon trying to slip into the too-small costume, the near-stumbles that went on as Drac had to keep shifting position, sliding about on the ground. It was so funny to imagine that he almost turned around to watch.

Almost. He didn't want to give the game away, and he was so close to giggling now that he might just do that.

"Okay...shorts and shirt on."

"Now the socks."

"You know I hate shoes."

"Too bad. Part of the outfit."

"..."

The dragon groaned again, the bed groaning as he sat down. Crisp heard the little rasps of the socks sliding on, the springy sound as they were stretched out. They intentionally were long, measured to come up to the dragon's knees. They went all the way up -

"What the hell?!"

And then the shoes started. Crisp whipped around, eager to see the show.

Just as he'd expected, the black dragon's feet were surrounded by the black and white striped socks, his toes barely visible anymore. The shoes themselves, smart little red shoes that were as fancy as could be and laced with extra-long laces, were already attacking the dragon's feet, lashing them with the aglets before wrapping around his calves, pulling themselves over his feet. The toes of one foot had already been captured, and the other was almost at the same state.

Draconicon glared at him, but, oddly, wasn't fighting it. Crisp chuckled.

"Realized what it is?"

"Yes..."

"Magic absorbers. The more you struggle, the stronger and more perverted they get."

"I told you I knew what they were."

"Hehehehe. This is gonna be fun."

"For you."

"Oh, no. I know that you want this, too. Or at least, the next part."

The wusky rubbed his hands together in anticipation, watching as the shoes swallowed up the dragon's socked feet. They spread wide at the mouth, the tongue of the shoe forced up against the laces as the dragon's enormous feet were forced down into the shoes themselves. The material actually stretched to a point where he was a bit concerned that they would break, but he needn't have worried. The magic was keeping it secure.

Bit by bit, the shoes slid down, popping the heels into the shoes like knots into a hole. The shoelaces wrapped around the back of the shoes and the dragon's legs, pulling tight so that the shoes couldn't be kicked off, and then tied themselves tightly. Over and under, round and round, the laces pulled themselves into a double bow and then hung loose on either side, the extra-long laces flopping about.

"Stand."

The dragon was suddenly forced to his feet, the shoes obeying the wusky and the dragon obeying the shoes. Draconicon's eyes widened a bit, but before he could talk, Crisp pointed to the door.

"Downstairs, and then against the front door."

He marched behind the dragon mage, already rubbing his hands together as he watched the way that his former teacher was forced to march with those shorts and those shoes. They really were far too tight, making him look like a schoolboy slut in a way, with an ass just that little bit too big for the shorts being forced to wag and sway in a way that was utterly enticing.

Crisp giggled all the way down the stairs, unable to help himself. The prank was going perfectly.

When the dragon was forced to lean forward against the front door, Crisp pulled out a little knife. Just a pocketknife, no threat against dragon scales. He held the blade just under Draconicon's tail, and then slowly dragged it down.

Just as he'd expected, Draconicon didn't even bother to slide underwear on. Instead, he was completely exposed down there. His balls almost dropped out through the slit, and his ass was completely open to invasion.

Crisp grinned, pushing at the cheeks, forcing the shorts to hold them apart to expose his teacher's hole. Draconicon looked over his shoulder.

"You have got to be kidding."

"Oh, are we no longer interested in this?"

He rubbed a finger up past the dragon's pucker, Draconicon hissing in not-quite-willing pleasure. Crisp leaned around, just confirming his suspicions, and smirked at the sight of the boner growing in the dragon's shorts.

"Hehehe, oh, you want it. You want it bad."

"Damnit..."

"Oh, don't worry. You're getting it."

The wusky pulled down his zipper, letting his cock out. It was already hard in anticipation, eager to be used on the dragon. And considering how much his teacher liked being put into his place like this...well, Crisp could see himself doing this quite a few times over the course of the evening.

He rubbed himself a few times, spreading some pre over the tip of his cock. Considering how Draconicon gaped back there, already a bit open, there was no chance in hell that he was going to be too tight to slide in. A bit of pre would be more than enough to make sure that he didn't get hurt by it.

Pressing the head of his cock into place, he grabbed hold of the dragon's hips, then sloooowly slid forward. The ring of flesh parted, letting him in, and the warm, eager, gripping walls of the dragon's ass greeted him.

"Mmmph...I'm going to...nnngh...get you for this," Draconicon muttered, though by the sound of it, as long as he kept getting dick, the dragon mage wasn't going to be getting anyone. His shoes bounced, slowly rising and falling, tapping, almost like the shoes themselves were laughing at him as Crisp really went to town on that big, black-scaled ass.

The End