Online Fitting
#22 of Commissions by Gruffy
This is a commission to FriskeCrisps
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Crisp shivered, feeling the breath on his neck, just as the big paws enclosed around his arms and pulled them behind his back, effectively trapping him in place while the massive wolf nuzzled the top of his head.
"Hmmm...yes..."
The wolf shivered, feeling a tongue stroke a lick across his hair, and there was no mistaking the passionate bulge pressing onto the small of his back...and it felt like it was somewhere between his shoulder blades, the wolf behind him was so tall...and smelled so...strong...
"...you will do just fine..."
"Yessir," Crisp whimpered, his ears flat, his tail tucked between his legs as he felt the wolf dominate him with his scent and his paws.
"You know what you're in here for?" the wolf with the deep-smelling breath whispered onto one of his ears, making him whimper and gasp again, even the comfort of his favorite red high tops not enough to stop him from trembling.
"S...sir told me I'd...I'd get a reward..."
"Oh yes I will, little one, you shall...as long as you will amuse me..."
"I...I will, sir..." Crisp mumbled, feeling so painfully aroused by the massive wolf's dominant behavior, smell, and feel.
"Excellent, little one," the wolf gave him a little push and he almost staggered forward, blushing hard as the tall shaggy-furred wolf walked across the dimly lit room and settled onto a throne-like red leather couch, spreading his arms over the backrest and looking at the smaller, shivering wolf standing there in his shorts and sneakers and trembling.
"Yes, sir..."
"And you know what you are here for?"
"You...you promised a reward..." Crisp's ears perked hopefully as he spoke, "your...advert said so..."
The wolf with the golden eyes laughed, deep and dark, making the wolf shiver on the spot, his tail bristling as he listened to the hollow sound.
"I promised, yes, in my personal ad where I was looking for someone to amuse me tonight..." the wolf, only clad in a red silk robe, replied, "and you will do so, won't you?"
"Y..yes sir..." the wolf whimpered, "It's just that...that...I never did anything like this before...sir..."
"Ha!" the wolf barked.
"Honestly..."
"Such a slutty wolf as you?" the wolf grunted. "Virgin?"
"N-never answered an online ad before..." Crisp muttered, his cheeks blushing, as he stared at his lucky sneakers, for safekeeping.
"Oh, then you must have a lot to learn about it, don't you?" the wolf crooned in a patronizing manner.
"I...I think so...yes..."
"Do you see what I am wearing?" the wolf grumbled, deeply, almost making Crisp moan with fear, but, something in that tone compelled him to look up, towards the wolf sitting a few yards away...and more literally...
...good God, they were beautiful, the wolf thought, practically gasping as he saw the wolf's huge footpaws enclosed in the flame-striped black hi tops, bound with matching white laces...with double knots...someone must've put a lot of love to that, the wolf thought, hoping that his own shoes pleased the wold..hed' be told to wear them, after all...
"Y..yes sir..."
"I'm wearing your reward right now so that you'll know what a true man smells like when you will take them home...they'll stink up your whole house, wolf...think about it...I'll be smelling there for weeks, and there's nothing you can do about it...because you wouldn't hide such a pair...or...indeed...wash them...?"
"Never!" Crisp almost teared up at the thought.
"Excellent," the wolf said, "I think we're ready to start, then."
"Y...y.es sir..." Crisp whispered, excited and lusting for the flaming shoes, but still ,so very, very nervous.
The wolf picked up a remote controller from the couch and hit a button, which caused a sharp spotlight to appear above Crisp. He squinted and looked down again, but then he realized, to his surprise, that looking at the rear wall of the room, he was looking...at himself...filmed in real time by a high definition camera that was even catching the sweat on his muzzle.
"A true sissy will know that he'll be always seen...and recorded..." the wolf smiled brightly, showing teeth.
"Y..yes sir..."
"This is currently being broadcast to fifteen different adult video stream sites, free of charge, and for anyone to watch a true sissy do anything for his filthy little reward."
Crisp's cock pulsed in his shorts, unable to deny the secret pleasure he would receive from the knowledge that thousands of faceless furs would see him, laugh at him, point and him, and possibly pleasure themselves while watching him do whatever the wolf wanted him to do.
"Y-yes, sir, I...I like it, sir..."
"I'm sure you do," the wolf growled, one big paw still holding the remote, the other groping his own groin, "now, take off those shoes, they don't fit you at all."
Crisp's eyes almost filled with tears as he heard such a statement being made - how could they not fit? They were perfect, they complimented his fur, they made him smile, they made him sing and sometimes even dance, how could the wolf be so mean as to suggest that they didn't fit? It hurt him to even think about ...but the wolf was staring at him...
"You have fifteen seconds to remove them, or you won't be getting your reward."
Crisp whimpered and took his red sneakers off in record time, or so it seemed to him, even with trembling paws as he carefully laid the shoes aside, exposing his striped green and red socks.
"That is good...now...there is one more thing...yes..."
Crisp saw the wolf press the remote one more time...but nothing happened...not immediately...only...only the sound of...of tapping...click...click...snap...on wooden floorboards...
He saw something green leap at him, but it was too late, it caused him to fall to his rump and yelp, one paw rushing to rub his chest to feel what had hit him, but too late...the green shoes were already on the floor, tapping their way towards his spread footpaws.
"What...what..."
"Just enjoy the show, everyone!" the wolf laughed boomingly.
Crisp moaned when he felt the green shoes lace themselves, propelled by some arcane magic that made his footpaws tingle, and the shoes were soon snug upon him...and moving...yes, moving even now, he was...he was getting up, his paws moved on their own accord...taking him towards a table...table covered in folded clothes...
"W...what....!"
"Just do what the shoes tell you, wolf!"
He couldn't help it, in front of the cameras, his paws stripped him of his clothing and made him wear all green, striped stockings, shirts, shorts, ones he put on slowly, really giving a show to everyone wanting to see a wolf do what he wasn't told to do, but forced to do by a pair of incessantly dancing shoes...yes...his footpaws never stopped, not even when his enthralled paws pulled shorts upon his bare, aroused groin...
"Dance, wolf, dance, little one!"
He danced, his feet moving, his paws moving, making him sweaty and breathless, even his tail joining in a rhythm of rapid tapping, it almost burned in his legs, and he was as hard as ever, and just when he thought it couldn't be more humiliating, his paw slipped into his new green shorts, grabbing his hard organ and beginning to stroke, his footpaws still doing their unstopping dance...
"Uhh,h,h,h,hh,h,h,h,...."
"Dance, wolf...dance...this is what we want to see..."
Crisp danced, danced and danced, and his paw worked over his shaft, creating an ever rising and falling tent on his pants while he was forced to play with himself by whatever magic controlled his motions now, his body but a meme puppet for the cursed (or was it blessed!) shoes that made him to work himself into a frenzy, the never-ending tapping of his shoes now echoing inside his head, even, it was simply impossible to stop, he'd stopped trying, he simply...he simply couldn't take more of it...
"Ohhhpleasesir...I will...I will..."
The wolf's huge erection glistened in his paw as he pumped himself, seemingly in rhythm with the tapping of the shoes...was that what was controlling it, Crisp thought, just when the pleasure seemed to escalate and he knew that he was not going to last very long...
"Ohhhplease...."
"Go on, little wolf...earn your price..."
Crisp gasped and jerked, even as he still danced, his body taken by uncontrollable motions of another kind, as he stroked away a sticky, big load into the shorts, soaking through the fabric so that a shapeless dark mark formed on the front, and when his paw was pulled out, it even dripped onto the floor...onto the shoes that still made him dance, now sporting the results of his orgasm on the front of his shorts, surely leered on by thousands...even as the, ever so suddenly, snapped his fingers...
"Heere we go..."
His red shoes, his beloved shoes, the tap danced across the floor and leaped onto the wolf's lap, just when he unleashed a torrent of dominantly musky cum that covered his grey and white chest as well as streaked Crisp's shoes with white, stinking cum, forever marking them with the smell of the wolf who had gotten him here and made him wear the magic shoes...and still he was dancing...and his paws were moving to his hips, to tug the shorts down...God...he was made to dance with the shorts around his ankles...and the wolf still smiled, as he milked further drops of his seed into Crisp's shoes...