Frame of Dream
#23 of Commissions by Gruffy
This is a commission to FriskeCrisps
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"Good boy..."
Crisp woke up from a night of dreaming about dancing green high tops, feeling a bit sweaty and cold all sudden, enough that he shivered under his sheets and put paws around himself to calm himself down as he whimpered softly, toes curling, even, in their striped green socks as he relaxed again, letting out a soft breath.
"Wow, what a dream..."
In the dream he'd been standing in the middle of a busy street, dancing endlessly with the green shoes setting the rhythm, causing him twirl so that everyone could see his erection and his cum stain through the fabric of his shorts, and still he'd been going, and going, unable to stop the dancing that had kept him moving through the streets, with everyone pointing and laughing at the wolf who had been silly enough to dream of the green shoes and pay the price.
Crisp felt his erection throb eve as he thought about it, and quickly felt the bare flesh under the covers. It felt good and nice and made him whimper gently, his tail swishing about. He felt a bit thirsty...must've been all the dreams of shoes, he thought, making him thirsty, dreaming about dancing all night in his green shoes and skirt and top...
"Damn, I gotta have that dream again," Crisp smiled as he got out of the bed, tail flicking behind him as he walked out into the living room and then into the kitchen. Humming softly to himself, he poured himself a glass of water and took a hearty sip, while one sock-covered footpaw tapped a familiar rhythm onto the floor, as he scratched himself. Hmmm...it made him smile as he even thought about it, tried to match the tune of the dance with his footpaw but not quite remembering it...dancing without magic shoes was so much harder, haahahah, he thought, laughing and blushing a little at his thought. What'd to give for such a night...having everyone stare and laugh, maybe even masturbate watching him dance and humiliate himself...
Crisp yawned and wondered whether he should be going back to bed, since it was early night yet, but he really wasn't sure...he just stood there, scratching his groin a bit, rubbing it, too, while his paw tapped the floor...still trying to find the tune of the dance he'd been doing in his dreams...tap tap tap tap-ta-ta-ta-tap...yeah...his ears were now flicking to the rhythm of it all, trying to figure out how it'd sound like just a little back and forth, even his hips swinging a little...heheh...
...but hey...wasn't that tapping coming from somewhere else...how was that possible? Crisp's ears perked as he listened to the sound, even stilling his footpaw...wow...he really could hear tapping noises coming from somewhere, simply not sure where...was it...his bathroom...weird...
"Odd..." Crisp thought as he followed the noise, his ears and tail flicking in synch as he listened to the rapid tapping, echoing from the bathroom, its tiled walls providing great acoustics and surface to tap on...the wolf was smiling by the time he pulled the bathroom door open...
....he heard a rapid round of tapping, and glimpsed something green in the air before something hopped onto his arms, making him yelp just as he felt the laces of the green shoes wound themselves around his forearms, even his wrists, finishing with neat, tight bows that made his skin tingle.....what...why...how could the green shoes from his dream be HERE? He'd only left his red high tops to the living room before going to bed and after kissing them goodnight, there weren't any other suspicious pairs of Converse sneakers around, and now he had a pair wound around his arms, trembling a little against his arms.
"What...what...how..." Crisp blushes as he considered whether dreaming about the green shoes could have really caused them to appear right there...could the shoes really have such a power? Since he'd been little he'd known that strange things could happen with shoes, but nothing like that had ever happened upon the shoe-loving wolf.
His arms suddenly swung forward...literally pulling him so that he had no option but to follow his jerking arms into the living room again, the green shoes taking turns in pushing one paw ahead of another, and he had no choice but to walk and follow the shoes where they wanted to take him.
"What...what are you doing to me..s.hh.h.h...shooooes?" he moaned.
He found himself in the living room again and then, ever so suddenly, the shoes pulled him down to his floor, forcing him to crawl the rest of the way on the knees and elbows, towards the little box on top of which his favorite red pair rested, so beautiful and...just, they just were there, the red high tops with the laces gently opened for the night, to wait for paws to put into them tomorrow...now...
The green shoes grabbed his arms and threw them back, throwing Crisp's muzzle down to the rug. His shoe-controlled paws wriggled his shorts off, exposing his butt to the world...making him blush even stronger when he felt his tail tuck down over his butt...and suddenly his paws were ahead of him and pushed him up again, and he crouched up...finally allowed to walk again, he hoped...yes...towards the red shoes...
"Don't...don't make me do anything to them...pppplease..." he wondered just how jealous the green sneakers could be over his favorite pair, as risky as that would be...he walking naked towards them...his paws being made to pick one...oh God...how good it felt with his cock pushing into it...and the laces...his fingers tying them carefully so that his entire dick was inside the sneaker, and he was simply...it just was there, his cock hidden into the snug shoe...the other one...oh God...it was in his hand, and he was trembling, as the green shoes forced him to move again...where now...oh dear...towards the window...
"Whhhhaaat..."
His paws grabbed the curtains and pulled them over to reveal the tall window so that anyone walking down the street could see the wolf standing there, ears flat, red Converse sneaker stuck over his cock, green sneakers tied to his paws and keeping them to his sides...and he tried...he tried so hard...standing there made him whimper, but it made him so hard, too, he just needed to touch himself, to stroke himself and do something, just anything to touch himself, but the shoes wouldn't let him...
"Ahhhhplease...please...I'll dance...I'll dance..."
He began to dance, trying to match the moves he had dreamed about, knowing that it looked clumsy and embarrassing when he did it, just a sissyboy jumping around with a sneaker over his dick while the green shoes told him what to do, he was rock hard but unable to touch himself, his laced cock and its red sneaker bouncing in front of him as he was played by the green shoes as their private wolfy toy...
"Ohhh...pleeeeease..."
He was sure that furs down the street were looking at him now, lit against the blackness of the building, the only window with a light on, with a wolf on putting on such a performance, dancing with his nosepad almost to the glass and trying his best to touch himself...but unable to...he could only imagine how it'd feel to touch himself now, the green shoes making it impossible for him to while at the same time making him want it so much, he simply couldn't stop, it just kept going and going, the lust and the need, while he whimpered and leaked musky fluid into the red shoe...
"Uhmph!"
He was dancing and dancing, until suddenly the the green shoes yanked his paws away...he almost fell backwards, he staggered, and saw the other green high top on the backrest of the couch...his paws flew for it, grabbed it, the wolf's cock throbbing as he felt it, and suddenly...suddenly...why did he swing his tail forward like that...his paws were moving again, the laces...oh dear...why would the green shoes want him to tie the sneaker down to his own tail? It hung there now, making him blush as he felt its weight, and he was taken to the window again, his footpaws taking further dance steps as he hoped that would please the shoes and make him reach his rewards, barely deserved, he knew, for such a bad behaving wolf, but he could only dream of the rewards the shoes might grant upon him...but could he...
"Ahhhahah..."
He was panting and sweating, having danced clumsily for many minutes now, the green shoes making it impossible for him to touch himself, even if it was really the only thing he wanted to do, to touch himself and make him fill his sneaker, make him feel good in ways rare granted to him...
"Owww...owww...oww..." Crisp moaned, not really believing that it was making him feel even more aroused and hard inside his red darling, the green shoes trembling against his arms as if they were laughing with pleasure at his submission, at his complete humiliation as he danced on the window...
"Ohhhhh NOOOOOO!" Crisp wailed.
He could see furs down on the street, pointing and taking pictures with their mobile phones while had no choice but to keep dancing, he could not stop that, no matter how he tried to tuck his tail down, but no, it just kept happening and going, and he was breathless and almost crying with how embarrassing it was, how hard he was and how his balls surely would soon fall off before he would be allowed to cum, simply too full of pent-up seed...would the green shoes grant him release? He was being such a bad boy, even thinking about wanting to cum, when the shoes only wanted him to dance, dance until he could no longer, too exhausted to go on, but still wanting to, cheeks rosy...he wasn't sure if he could carry on for much longer...
They were pointing and laughing now, he almost cried with humiliation, wishing he could just wear his red shoes, but he simply wasn't sure if he could do much of it anymore, but still...he couldn't stop....he was so...
"AHHHHHHHH!"
His cock spurted cum into the red sneaker, without even touching it, he kept dancing, the rough fabric pounding onto him as he shook and jumped, still trying to dance even when the orgasm wracked his body, filling the sneaker to the brim so that some dripped into his pubic furs and onto the floor, even flung to the window when he kept on dancing, his body jerking about so that he was actually throwing droplets of it that landed onto the window and slid down, creating white streaks to mark his naughtiness for everyone looking up to him from below, by now having surely shared the pictures online for everyone to see what a silly and naughty little pup Crisp was, unable to resist the temptation of his green dream sneakers, the ones that still controlled him, now forcing his paw over the sneaker covering his cock so that he was essentially jerking himself once he no longer had anything to give...and he was so sensitive that he simply fell onto his knees and whimpered, hear thrown high as he wolf-moaned, his paws jerking him madly under the influence of the green shoes, as the throbbed and throbbed and throbbed...
...and he wasn't sure how long he could go on....
I the flicker of the flashlights on those cameras, he could see the black flame-adorned sneakers flying through the air, propelled by the green shoes' magic as they were forced upon the wolf, pushing into his sock-covered, sore footpaws that now barely moved...the wolf then rolling to his side as he whimpered, his paws still holding onto his cock...
"Owww...owww..oww..."
He was super sensitive but the paws still moved, and the laces moved, tying his paws together onto the red sneaker, and the same thing happened with his footpaws, too, now covered in the big black and flame high tops, the laces making intricate knots when they tied themselves together and bound his footpaws together.
"Ohhhhhwwwhh...." Crisp moaned, spurting into his red high top again.