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Pranks and Possession

Rain was a normal problem when camping, but Crisp hadn't thought that it would get this bad. Flashes of lighting and a torrential downpour drove the wolf away from his ruined tent and through the forest. Even the thick branches and leaves couldn't keep rain off of him, and soon his jacket was soaked through, followed by the rest of his clothes in short order.

"Man, just when you think it's alright to spend time outside."

The 14 year old wolf shook his head. His tent - a cheap one he'd picked up a garage sale - had ripped and torn after ten minutes in this downpour, and without shelter, there was no way he was staying outside. Taking one of the paths leading away from the campsite, he hoped it was the one that led back to town. With how heavy the rain was he wasn't sure, but it had to be better than staying where he was.

His clothes rapidly went from soaked to drenched as he ran down the path, the thin fabric cling to his body all over, and he could already feel his pads wrinkling inside of his shoes. For once, he wished the weather channel had been accurate; he might have brought warmer clothes if he'd thought it'd be this bad.

He wasn't sure how long he ran, but eventually he saw something through the trees. A tall building loomed ahead of him, offering some protection against the storm. It kind of looked like a church. While it wasn't his favorite place, he knew that there was a church on the edge of town, so he must have picked the right path. Picking up speed, he forced himself to run a little faster, splashing through puddles with every step.

As he ran out of the woods, though, he paused. It wasn't a church, but a mansion, a huge, sprawling house that looked like it had seen better days. Cracks in the windows let in water from the storm, and he could see a few holes in the roof dripping down inside. In fact, the whole thing looked like something better left alone.

Another lightning bolt flashed, and the wolf ran towards it. However spooky it was, it wasn't as bad as running through the woods to find his way back home.

Thankfully, the house wasn't far from the forest, just across a dirt road and over a metal fence. He climbed up the stairs on the other side quickly, stepping out of the rain as he reached the porch. He panted softly as he caught his breath.

"Well, I guess there's nothing to do but go inside."

He didn't bother knocking. The place was obviously abandoned, and there were no cars around to suggest visitors. As if he needed more proof, the door was unlocked, swinging open at a gentle push. Smiling, he stepped inside before shutting the door behind him.

Though he could see several streams of water dripping through the ceiling, the mansion was in decent shape. Finally starting to feel dry, Crisp shrugged off his jacket and dropped it by the door. It immediately made a puddle where it landed, but he barely cared. If this wasn't such a strange place, he might just have gotten naked to try and dry his fur.

The inside of the mansion looked nice, he thought. A long staircase to his left led up to the next floor, and a red carpeted hallway in front of him had a lot of doorways. The people who made this place probably wanted visitors to get where they were going as quickly as possible, because the hallway seemed to reach every room on the first floor. To him, that sounded like a great idea.

After deciding to keep his shoes on, Crisp looked out one of the windows. The thunderstorm had picked up, rain falling thick enough to block out the road. The forest was barely visible as a silhouette, and even that could only be seen when there was a bright enough lightning flash.

"Man, this is a hell of a storm." He looked at the storm for a minute before sighing. "Guess I'm stuck here until it's over...Might as well explore."

Crisp had a passion for exploring big buildings. More than once he'd split up from his classmates on field trips. They always found him in some dark corner of wherever they were, whether that was the mayor's mansion or the old fort at the end of the town. It was part of the fun of being somewhere different, and big places always had some new secret to find. Something told him that this mansion was no different, and he was determined to find out what it might be hiding. The wolf grinned as he stepped away from the window and walked down the red carpet.

As the wolf's shoes left wet footprints on the carpet, the things that 'lived' in the mansion began to stir. Emerging from cracks in the ceiling and from beneath old portraits, they watched him. They were an odd mix, a cluster of different species, from lions to bears to wolves and more, but they were all dead. Unlike some ghost stories, none of them had died here, but instead settled here because no other house was open, and nobody was about to invite them to leave. Over time, they'd gotten to know each other pretty well, but even friendly ghosts got boring after a while.

Having someone that wasn't a ghost in the mansion was a rare event, and as the news spread through the ghost population, more and more excitement filled the air. Dozens of ghosts, each invisible to the naked eye, followed the wolf. They were quiet for now, but mischievous smiles were already forming as they realized the potential for fun this little guy presented.

Two of the ghosts, a pair of foxes named Tiggy and Tommy, looked at each other as the wolf started exploring a bedroom.

"You know, this could be a way out of here."

"What do you mean, Tiggy?'

"Look at the kid. He's so curious that he's bound to find something to take from the house with him, and you know what that means."

"Oh yeah, rule 29. 'For everything physical taken from the house, one ghost gets to go as well.'"

"Uh huh. And rule 30. 'Every visitor can only take one thing from the house.'"

"Dang. That means we can't both go, huh?"

"Yeah."

For a moment, the fox ghosts sulked. They both wanted to leave - the mansion was a borefest, after all, and the last thing that they wanted was to stay there - but they didn't want to be apart from each other. However, if they didn't take this opportunity, one of the other ghosts would.

Then Tiggy grinned.

"What's got you so angel-y?"

"I got an idea."

"Oooh, tell me, tell me."

"Well, he's gonna have to pick something, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you know we gotta have some fun with him before he goes, right?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well, let's make it a competition. Whoever can do the best prank is the one that gets to leave with him."

"A prank competition, huh? You know I'm gonna win that."

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Well, then, why don't you prove it?"

"Okay, I will."

Tommy floated behind the wolf as he walked into the music room, and he grinned like a maniac as he followed the pup.

Crisp turned in place, staring in awe at the new room. It was filled with instruments, each one shiny and new. They didn't even have dust on them, not even the shiny gold trumpet at the end of the room. Unlike the bedroom, there were no cracks in the ceiling, so there was no water damage to anything here.

His shoes squelched as he walked from one stand to another, running a finger along the different instruments. Silver flute, black and silver clarinet, golden trumpet; everything received a touch and a stare. It was so shiny, he thought.

"I wonder who owns this mansion. Or, well, who owned it before they left it. Maybe there's something here..."

He dusted off the plaque in front of the trumpet, revealing a few letters, then some words. It was almost completely clean when he felt a sudden burst of cold around his feet.

"YIKES!"

He leaped back and looked at his feet, but there was nothing to be seen. The only things there were his soaked shoes and a small puddle where he'd been standing. The wolf looked around a bit more, wondering if he'd missed something, but he couldn't find anything.

"Huh...that was weird."

Tommy giggled to himself as he hovered over the floor, his fingers dancing over the wolf's shoelaces. They were double-knotted, but that was nothing to a good ghost. A quick tug and the big knot came loose, and a second tug pulled the rest of them loose. The laces fell to the floor, dangling free and just waiting to trip their little visitor up.

He hesitated as he walked back up to the podium. The cold returned, but it was less powerful this time, more the dull ache of soaked socks around cold feet. He ignored it, leaning in to take a good look at the plaque.

"This trumpet belonged to Reggie Walco, a first class - "

TOOOOOOOOOT!

The sudden blast of sound from the trumpet made him backpeddle, and fast. Crisp stepped back once, but as he took his second step he tumbled backwards. He yelped before hitting the ground, grumbling under his breath as his wet clothes were pressed tight to his skin again, soaking whatever bits had managed to dry off.

He looked at the trumpet. It hadn't moved, and there wasn't a speaker by it that would have let out a sound like it. How had it just blasted his ears? For that matter, how did he stumble like that? He normally had really good balance, and to just lose it like that was strange.

A glance at his shoes showed how. His shoelaces were untied, and that was weird too. He always double-knotted them so that wouldn't happen. Something would have had to unknot them, or someone.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" he called out. When no one answered, he pulled himself to his feet. "Okay, nice joke, but seriously, that was freaky. If you're scared, I'm sorry, but please come out? You're scaring me now."

His voice echoed in the room for a few seconds, but nobody responded, though the echo did seem to last an unnaturally long time. Shuddering to himself, the wolf stood up and made his way out of the room. That had been just a little too freaky, and despite how shiny and cool the instruments were, he really didn't want to stick around if they were going to toot in his ear again.

Tommy floated back up to the giggling ghostly hoard, flexing his arms as he drifted through them. He found Tiggy again, and pointed down to the wolf.

"Did you see that? Did you see that? I am awesome!"

"So you untied his shoes and tooted a horn at him. Big deal."

"Hey, it was a good start, and I bet you can't think of something new."

"It doesn't have to be new, just good."

"Well, I bet you can't do something good."

"Oh yeah? Just watch me."

Tiggy slipped out of the ghost hoard, hovering behind the wolf as their visitor picked a different room to explore, a smaller but no less mischievous grin on the ghost's face.

"Costumes?!"

Crisp ran through the doorway as he saw what the next room had, darting from one case to another as he looked at the different outfits that were on display. He pressed his face against each one, leaving little fingerprints and muzzle prints on the glass, absolutely amazed at the collection.

Unlike the previous room, which only had a few podiums and an instrument on each, this room was huge, and the number of costume displays took advantage of all that room. There had to be dozens of standing displays, each one with an outfit that belonged either on a superhero or on some monster, or even on people like firemen or policemen. There were even strange costumes that had almost no clothes, though Crisp stayed away from them for the most part. They just looked weird to him.

He paused at a superhero costume that he didn't recognize. Unlike the familiar Superman and Batman costumes, and other comic book heroes that he'd heard of, this one looked different. There was the usual major color along most of the suit with a different color along the crotch, but this one felt...different. Leaning against the case, he tried to figure out just what was different about it.

Most of it was a white color, kind of like how his clothes would have been if they weren't so wet, while the middle part where the color changed was a bright red. There was a weird sort of bulge around the crotch area, too. It wasn't like when someone got a stiffy, but more like there was some sort of ring in there. It looked like a really weird place to have jewelry.

It had a utility belt too, but nothing that mad sense. There were these wand things with a big round tip, and buttons on them. They didn't look like they'd do anything to any villain, and Crisp soon lost interest in the suit, ready to look for the next one.

Tiggy darted down as the wolf looked over the costume, his fingers grabbing hold of the shoelaces in the blink of an eye. He stifled a giggle as he tugged the laces together, pulling them tight before tying a very strong knot, leaving a perfect little figure 8 between the pair of shoes before darting away again.

He felt the cold around his feet again just as he took a step. Immediately he lost his balance, one leg tugging at the other. His arms windmilled as he tried to catch his balance, and he fell back against the costume case. It leaned back too, and the both of them toppled over. Crisp knocked his head against the door of the case, and knocked himself out.

The two fox ghosts facepalmed as the wolf fell down, Tommy turning to look at Tiggy.

"That was your big prank plan?"

"I just wanted to tie his shoes together, not send him falling over."

"I guess I can see how that would have worked. I mean, if he hadn't fallen over against one of the cases, that could have been pretty funny."

"Thank you."

"Still not that good, though."

Tiggy groaned as they floated over the unconscious wolf. He was rather helpless looking, and the two of them started to plot. With the wolf unconscious, and with several different options open for them, they had a lot that they could work with.

"Okay, let's make this more fun, Tommy."

"You got a new idea."

"Yup. No more little prank things from outside. I'm going to turn into his shoelaces and get him from there."

"HA! Kid stuff. I got something even better."

"Deal that we tease him and prank him with these new ideas until we win?"

"Yep."

"GO!"

The ghosts zipped out of the air, each in a different direction. Tiggy floated over the wolf's shoes. His fingers turned solid for a moment, ice crystals forming momentarily around the shoelaces as he yanked them free. Grinning, the fox spirit glowed brightly for a second or two before suddenly splitting in two. His halves shuddered before turning thin, thinner, thinner until they were nothing more than a pair of shoelaces, white and tipped with a hard red plastic at the tips.

The pair of shoelaces moved like snakes, slithering through the holes of the wolf's sneakers. Back and forth they went, crisscrossing each other as they moved up the length of the shoe. Quiet laughter echoed from the laces as they reached the top, tying themselves into a pair of knots to keep the shoes on tight.

Tommy, on the other hand, worked with the costume. Though it was a struggle, he managed to get the wolf's clothes off, and replaced them with the costume. It was just the right size, and fitted the wolf almost skintight. The ring shape in the crotch was a cock ring, and with the wolf unconscious it was easy to wrap around his sheath and balls under the costume.

"Hey, now that's cheating!"

"What? You get to be his shoelaces."

"Yeah, but you get to play with his stiffy."

"You'll just have to be better than me, Tiggy. If you're so good, prove it!"

"I will. Just as soon as he wakes up."

"This...is not...a good day."

The wolf shook his head a few times as he sat up, groaning to himself. Already he'd tripped and fallen over due to accidents with his shoelaces - accidents that had to have been engineered by someone else - and now he had a headache to boot. He reached up to rub his head, then froze as he felt something smooth against both his hand and his head.

He opened his eyes, staring as he saw a red glove on his hand. Looking down, he saw the same white and red costume he'd been baffled by, only now he was wearing it. Leaping to his feet, he looked at himself from head to toe, looking for anything that was his, and looking for his clothes.

"Of course. When things go wrong, they go all the way wrong. Great."

The wolf groaned as he sat down on the collapsed case. At least he still had his shoes, he supposed. They were rather expensive, and he didn't want to think about how hard it would be to replace them with how little money he had. Still, it was weird that whoever had done this had taken his clothes and not the shoes, considering that they were just about the most valuable bits that he had.

Then again, this whole thing was weird as hell. The costume was tight against him, and even though he didn't have a stiffy, the tightness around his groin made it look like he did. Every bit of the red fabric was tight against his body, letting every detail come through. For that matter, it probably made it look like he was almost naked from behind, if the way that it dug into his butt cheeks was any indication.

"This is just too weird. Maybe the storm's let up enough for me to walk ho - WHAT THE HELL?!"

Crisp stared at his shoes as the shoelaces suddenly froze. Or more accurately, they stopped untying themselves. His eyes widened even more when they slowly pulled tight again, the laces moving on their own. No fingers tugged them, and the loops weren't caught on anything. No, they just moved on their own without any outside help or touch.

He reached down to his shoes, touching his shoelaces, but pulled back after barely brushing them with his fingers. They were cold as ice, to the point where he couldn't even touch them without his fingers feeling like they could go numb.

"Okay, this is getting really, really freaky. Window, where the hell's a window?"

He was on his feet and running in a second, zipping out of the costume room and running for the entryway. It was difficult, considering that the shoes were tightening themselves on his feet, and he could feel the laces coming loose and then tightening again at the worst possible times. Several times he almost fell over, until he went flying as one shoe loosened enough to make him lose his balance.

Point for me!

As he hit the ground, he swore he heard a voice, quiet but nonetheless there. It was almost like a fellow student, but he hit the ground hard before he could pursue that thought any further. The carpet provided some comfort for his head at the impact, but not much, and he groaned as he rubbed the back of his head in a vain attempt to get rid of some of the pain.

The costume felt like it tightened a little more around him, and he blushed as he realized that his groin was getting squeezed and tugged on, teased by the strange fabric that surrounded it. The ring around his genitals wasn't helping either, as it seemed to make them more sensitive than usual, and every little brush felt like a full hand stroke.

Ignoring his growing bulge, Crisp pulled himself to his feet and continued towards the front door. This time he walked, making each step slow and deliberate so that he wouldn't trip himself up again. Half-heard grumbles filled his ears, but he ignored them, telling himself that it was just his imagination.

As soon as he saw a window, he knew that there was no way that he could leave the mansion yet. The rain was still pouring down outside, and even if he found his clothes - which he doubted he would - he didn't want to walk home in something tighter and less sturdy than his jacket and shorts. This thing would be soaked in seconds, and with it being all white, he would just bet it would be see through. If he walked home in that, his mother would kill him for embarrassing himself like that.

He walked over to the window, turning his head back and forth to get a better look down the road. Maybe there was some guest house or something that he could stay in, something close by that wasn't so, well, haunted.

As soon as he laid his hands on the windowsill, his fingers twitched. His eyes widened at the move he hadn't told them to make, and his jaw dropped as his fingers suddenly grabbed the closed window.

"Oh, no no no. You gotta be kidding me, you're not really going to do this. You wouldn't."

Watch me, big boy.

There was that voice again. Not the same one, but one that was still younger sounding. The wolf tried to tug his hands back, tried to pull them back from the window, but it was like his body was obeying someone else. Red gloved fingers tightened around the lock that held the window shut, and ever so slowly pushed the little metal rod up. The windows rattled under his fingers, and Crisp braced himself for the flood that was about to slip through.

Stormy winds shoved the window open wide, and rain started pouring through almost immediately. Buckets of water slammed against the wolf and the costume he wore, and the white fabric immediately soaked through. White turned to semi-clear, and the wolf's darker fur showed through from head to toe. Even his shoes and socks were soaked, and he could feel his toes squelching around uncomfortably in damp socks.

The only part of the costume that wasn't completely see through was the red part at the crotch, but even that had a negative reaction to the water. The wolf blushed as he stared at his crotch, his balls and his cock standing out in stark relief against the rest of his smooth crotch. He couldn't see the fur or anything, but the shape was clearer, and it was almost turning him on to look at himself.

By the time that his fingers were finally listening to him again, the wolf was soaked to the skin, and he groaned as he pulled back from the window. The wind blew too hard for him to shut it, and there was no way he was going to stand in the rain and try to do it. No, no, no. If someone came by and saw him like this...well, just the thought was enough to make him blush.

Point for me!

That same voice that had called him 'big boy' was there again. Whipping his head from side to side, Crisp looked for who might be talking. Nobody was around, and he couldn't see anything moving. Well, not that wasn't being moved by the wind, anyway. He walked around the entryway, looking under some of the covered pieces of furniture, but there was nothing to be seen, no culprits to be found.

Despite his curiosity, he dared not stay here for long. He needed to find out what the hell was happening, and as best as he could tell, that meant taking off the costume and his shoes. As much as he didn't like the idea of leaving himself naked in a strange place, this had all started when he got inside, and all of it had involved his shoes and his new costume. If he could get them off, then maybe he could figure out what was going on.

Strangely, his shoes didn't stop him as he walked down the hall again. They were completely normal, for the most part; they squeezed his feet a little bit, but not much more than usual as he checked the different doors. He ignored any more 'collection' rooms, as that had been bad for him so far. He also avoided a room that looked like his mother's 'toy chest', as well as a room with animal trophies in it. The way that his luck was going, they'd come to life and chase him all over the house.

Finally, he found another bedroom, and he breathed a sigh of relief for how normal it looked. Well, normal for a rich person's bedroom, at least. The bed was covered in a dusty satin bed spread, and the ceiling had a chandelier on it, but that was still normal. It didn't have things making him suddenly freeze, or costumes that put themselves on while he was sleeping.

Crisp locked the door behind him, making sure that it would hold before he felt around for a zipper on his new costume. It didn't take long to find it at the back of his neck, and he pulled it down - with a bit of difficulty - to his waist. The costume was a bit like a wetsuit, making him wiggle it down his legs to get out of it.

As he pulled it past his waist, he saw the thing that was squeezing around his bits. Blushing at the sight of the tight ring, Crisp hesitated in mid-wriggle. The ring was surprisingly enticing looking around the base of his cock and balls. The silver ring stood out nicely against his fur, and he could see it against his bits really easily too, making them push forward and keeping them obvious. It was...kinda sexy.

The thoughts made his cock start growing, and he blushed worse. Deciding to think about it later, he wiggled the costume down to his ankles. All that was left was to take off his shoes.

That turned out to be more difficult than he thought. The laces must have been really tight, because even after he untied them they were still difficult to remove. They clung to his ankles and his heels while he struggled to get them off, and even when he kicked them away it was like the laces were trying to grab onto his ankles and stay on his feet. It was absolutely ridiculous, he thought, pulling his soaked socks off before throwing them away, and yanking the costume off.

It was weird to be naked in someone else's bedroom, even if it was in an empty house. Crisp sat down on the bed, bouncing a few times as he got used to the springiness of it. Every time he bounced he could feel his balls nudging against the ring around them, and his face got redder and redder at the surprisingly nice feeling.

Unable to help himself, he reached down to his crotch, stroking a finger along his cock. It was getting harder by itself now, and he could see the veins on it standing out more than usual. Must have been from the ring, he thought as he wrapped his fingers around it. His hand seemed to move almost on autopilot, the familiar feelings of horniness coming back after taking his clothes off. As a teenager, he was so used to doing this that it didn't even feel weird once he got hard, and he slowly started stroking himself.

He was about halfway to his orgasm when he felt something strange. Something cold touched his feet, and his eyes opened wide, knowing that the feeling always followed mischief. What he saw, however, was something that he never expected to see.

Still soaked, the costume was moving by itself. The red gloves grabbed him by the ankles, holding him as he stared. They squeezed like a python, slowly but with a great deal of force, to the point where it actually stung his ankles and made him wince. As soon as he did, the costume almost leaped upwards, the gloves shoving his legs down into the bottom of the costume and wriggling its way up his body.

The inside of the costume was slicker than he remembered, almost slimy as it drew his body back into it. It tightened then released, pulling him in and then squeezing down on his legs to keep him from sliding back out. As soon as he stopped struggling again, the costume leaped upwards again, bit by bit swallowing him into it.

Crisp whimpered as he watched the soaked white costume climb up his legs, reaching down and trying to shove it back down. His best efforts were for naught, particularly when the costume managed to get past his crotch. The slimy interior immediately coated his cock, stroking and squeezing the sensitive shaft, and he gasped at the waves of pleasure that it sent over him. He'd never felt anything but his hand, but this was something exquisitely different, squeezing and almost...almost feeling like a lick from how wet it was.

Teasing pleasure from the costume overwhelmed him, and he relaxed just enough for the costume to slide up his body. His arms went back down his arms as his cock was squeezed and stroked by the costume, and it wasn't long before his fingers were back in the gloves, the wet fabric holding him from ankle to neck. He heard the sound of the zipper sliding up along the back, and through the pleasure he slowly realized that he was getting trapped inside of the costume again, that if he didn't do something that it would be able to hold him and control him for as long as it wanted.

Before he could move his hand to stop it, the suit moved him instead. His gloved fingers ran down his stomach to his cock, squeezing his bulge through his costume. For some reason, it only made the feeling better, the layers making the sensation stronger rather than weaker. Crisp leaned his head back with a deep moan, unable to help himself as his body was overwhelmed with the potent pleasure.

As the zipper slid up completely, he heard that voice again, whispering just behind his head.

Okay, now that just wasn't very nice. You shouldn't try and take us off yet. We still have more to do with you.

That's right.

He looked down at the second voice, staring as his shoes dragged themselves across the floor, pulled along by the laces towards him. Despite his fears, he couldn't move, the costume holding him pinned in place by some strange power. All he could do was stare as the shoelaces snapped out like whips, scrunching up as they dragged the shoes forward, and then whipped out again, all while getting closer and closer to his bare feet.

His hand groped and squeezed his cock through the costume as the shoelaces grabbed him by the toes. They dragged the shoes in close, pulling them in as the laces slid themselves between his toes. It almost tickled how they were pulling themselves closer and more directly onto him, and it made him blush as he actually started getting harder, his cock throbbing more inside of the costume at the way that his shoes were taking charge. He had no idea why, but somehow it turned him on.

The legs of the costume lifted his legs up, and he was helpless to do anything but stare as his feet were pushed towards the shoes. He squirmed, his arms twitching lightly in the costume and his legs slowing down for a second, but that was all his resistance bought him. The shoelaces ran up his ankles like snakes up a tree, running along the costume leg and guiding his feet inside of the shoes.

As they slid in deep enough to not slide off, the legs of the costume lifted his legs up again. Crisp stared with a blush on his feet as a haunted green glow slid out of the shoes, running up the outside of the costume. They seemed to move on their own, just like the shoelaces, and he swore he saw laughing faces among the green light on the socks.

That's it, you silly wolf. You aren't getting away from us until we're done.

Yeah, and if you think you are, I'll tighten that ring around your cock so much that you'll never cum again.

You think that's a threat? I'll squeeze his feet so much that he'll need me to walk for him for the rest of his life.

Yeah? Well, I'll make him walk up to his mom and make him hump her leg

Seriously?

...Okay, maybe not that.

"Who are you guys?!"

The voices suddenly stopped, and so did the forced stroking. Pulling his hand back from his complaining cock, Crisp leaped to his feet. Okay, he was already soaked, so it didn't matter if he got wetter. He had to get out of here, and he had to do it now, before he completely lost his mind.

He made it halfway to the door before he tripped again, barely throwing his arms out in time to avoid smashing his face against the ground. Whipping his head to the side, he saw that the shoes had tied themselves to a chair leg, keeping him from running very far.

Point for me!

Hey, don't damage him!

Oh, he's fine!

Groaning, Crisp pulled himself to his feet. This time the laces didn't stop him as he ran out the door. The red carpet continued to squelch underfoot, the water running in from the open window starting a small flood from the entryway. Crisp didn't care about the water in the way, he just wanted to get out. He pumped his arms and legs hard, pushing himself to run as fast as he could for the front door.

As soon as he was near it, however, his feet stopped in place. He almost toppled over again, but stopped himself at the last second, his arms windmilling as his legs just stopped, his shoes feeling as though they were glued to the floor.

No sooner had he stopped than his hands went to his hips, and his hips started to twirl. The wolf's face went red again as he realized he was actually dancing like a guy at a strip club - at least, he heard they danced like this - and he tried to squirm free.

Of course, that didn't work. The costume and the shoes kept him from going anywhere, and his hips continued to gyrate back and forth. Every time that they circled forward he felt his cock slide against the front of the costume, and it was so wet and slick inside that it actually seemed to stroke him while he moved. It sent shudders down his spine, and he couldn't quite bite back all of his moans.

Despite being alone, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. He knew the feeling of having someone's eyes on him, and that feeling was there now. He didn't see anyone, but he knew that he was being watched somehow, and it didn't help as he started to hear soft laughter. It wasn't even as loud as the voices coming from his shoes and his costume, but it was there nonetheless, and it was getting a hell of a show from him as he continued to sway his hips.

The shoes and costume moved together, making him take long steps forward down the red carpet. His face was as red as the crotch of his costume as he moved, and the bulge of his cock only seemed to get bigger, more prominent with every step. A darker spot at the tip of his bulge was all he needed to see to know that the costume was getting more out of him than just embarrassment, and he futilely tried to reach forward to cover himself.

Look at him, the little freak wolf likes being pranced around like this.

"No I don't!"

Hehehehe, your boner says otherwise.

"You gave me the darn thing! It's not my fault."

Heh, you stroked yourself before the costume even went on, Boner-Wolf. You wanted it, and you wanted it bad.

Crisp shuddered at the ghostly words, his face burning hot under the soaked fur. He tried to cover himself, but the costume kept his hands behind his head, forcing him to dance and bounce forward with every step. Every step made his tent bounce, dragging the sensitive tip of his cock against the inside of the costume, which made him leak more pre in response.

The shoes weren't staying out of it, either. The shoelaces moved up his legs, the ghostly strings snaking their way up his calves and thighs. They stood out against the soaked costume, the white laces bright and glowing as they slithered along, the red tipped lengths getting closer and closer to his package by the second and leaving little tingles on his legs as they moved.

Finally they reached his crotch, the laces wrapping around his bouncing bulge. They squeezed him and stroked him in their cotton 'coils', wrapping around him and stroking him up and down as his costume forced him to thrust against them.

Look at the little pervert, he's gonna cum in the costume.

Yep, all because of me and the shoelaces.

What do you mean, because of you and the shoelaces? He's horny because of me squeezing him and stroking him with the costume.

Well, I'm stroking him right now, and he loves it more than any of the slick and slimy stuff you did.

Oh yeah? Let's ask him. Hey, Boner-Wolf, what do you like better? The costume, or the shoelaces?

He didn't answer, didn't dare answer. Both of the voices were getting more competitive by the second, and he was starting to freak out. What did they want from him? He couldn't do anything for ghosts; he didn't have any powers or machinery that could do something for them. Why couldn't they just let him go?

They squeezed him, this time with costume, cock ring, and shoelaces all at once. The building pleasure suddenly stopped, and he groaned as his cock felt like it was stuck in a vice, pressed and squeezed to the point of being painful.

Answer the question!

They talked together this time. That can't be a good sign, Crisp thought to himself, shuddering as he tried to find something to say. His cock felt like it was going to burst if they didn't stop squeezing him, but it was hard to pick one. Not because they were both that good, but because he didn't want to get one of them mad at him.

Still, he couldn't just let them keep squeezing him like this, so he had to pick one. He just hoped that it wouldn't result in the other one really screwing him over.

"I...I like the shoelaces better."

HA! Point for me!

Ah, man! And here I thought I was actually winning.

Oh, don't feel bad. You'll get out eventually. I'll see if this guy's got a friend that we can bring here, okay?

Okay, okay. Be careful, okay?

I will. You try to be careful yourself.

Crisp felt a sudden burst of cold across his body at the same time that his limbs actually started obeying him again. His hands wrapped around the crotch of the costume, covering his bulge and the shoelaces under it, and for a second he thought that the costume had actually decided to make him stroke himself. That would have been in character with it, he thought, to humiliate him by making him enjoy himself even more than he already was.

But no, it was nothing of the sort. Instead, he was actually covering himself. His fingers could move, and he could actually control what his arms and legs were doing again. For the most part, at least, as his shoes were still stubborn and had glued themselves to the floor, but other than that, he actually had the freedom to do what he wanted again.

Hehehe, I wouldn't say that, Boner-Wolf.

"Okay, who are you? How are you controlling my shoelaces?"

Ghosts can do a lot, you know. We just work a lot better with perverts.

"I'm not a pervert!"

Oh no?

The shoelaces stroked his boner again through the costume, and Crisp let out a moan before he could stop himself. They felt so good, so much better than his hands, and they were making him -

He blushed, covering himself as he looked around. If there was one ghost, that meant that there was another one around, the one that had been controlling the costume. Based on how warm the bulge he had was, he was leaking a lot, and he didn't want them to see him enjoying the stuff the shoelaces were doing to him.

Hehehe, I knew it. Just a little perverted Boner-Wolf. Got a boner just like a freak, and you're getting harder every time someone gets close to seeing it.

"I-I'm not anything like that!"

Yeah you are. I can feel how hard you are, you little freak. Let's move your hands and let everyone else see too, let them see you for the little fag pervert that you are.

They wrapped around his wrists like striking vipers, and Crisp was helpless against the amazing strength of the haunted shoelaces. Pulling on his wrists, they dragged his hands away from his crotch inch by inch, pulling them away until his boner was completely on display. The bulge bounced and twitched as it was unveiled, and Crisp couldn't quite hide the pleasure that he got out of being shown off. At least there wasn't an audience, he thought. That would be -

Without warning, the hall started to fill with various glowing shapes. The wolf stared, his jaw dropping as the glowing balls slowly coalesced into different species, ghosts of different people filling the hall from floor to ceiling. Of course, he didn't recognize any of them, but they were of all ages, from people about as old as him to grown-ups, and each one was staring at his boner with barely disguised laughter.

The shoes suddenly bounced, making him kick his legs out like some old fashioned showgirl. Each kick almost made him fall over, and it made his boner bounce and jiggle inside of his costume. With how tight the cloth was and how soaking wet it was, there was no way that they could miss it, and some of the ghosts started pointing at him, little giggles whispering in his head as they enjoyed the show.

Geez, I knew the kids today were perverts, but I never knew that they loved showing off this much.

Can you imagine how pathetic it would be if we tried this when we were still alive? The scandal!

Well, he is a fag. They got different ways of thinking, after all, and they're all perverts anyway.

Is that why he's doing this? Well, I guess that makes sense. Show off for us, faggy wolf! Give us a show!

Heh, you heard them, Boner-Wolf. Let's give them a show.

With the shoelaces still holding his hands tight, it easily pulled them back to his boner. Crisp was helpless to stop himself as he was made to stroke himself, giving his cock a few good pumps in front of the ghostly audience. More than a few rolled over in mid-air, pounding on other ghosts as they laughed at him.

Good god, he really is a pervert, even worse than the boys that tried stealing panties in my day.

At least they just took stuff and got off in privacy. What a little freak. Geez, he's getting harder than ever, now.

And that was true, too. Crisp could feel his cock getting harder under his fingers as he was forced to jerk himself off, feeling his cock throbbing and twitching through the costume. It was so wet with his pre that the costume was slimy inside, oozy and wet. He shuddered; it shouldn't feel so good, but the costume made it better, and even as his blush got worse, his cock got harder and needier. It wanted to blow its load, even if he knew he'd be humiliated for it.

The ghost in the shoes had no mercy, still parading him around with high kicks between his strokes. With the laces around his wrists, there wasn't even a chance to kick the shoes off, no way to get rid of them and their effect on him. He was totally helpless against the ghost, and that only made his bulge harder.

His audience couldn't stop laughing. With every move he made, the ghostly hoard laughed and pointed, some of them in tears from laughing at his humiliation. One of them flew in close, its ghostly nose barely an inch away from his throbbing boner.

Geez, he's going to cum any second now, guys. The little pervert is going to cum for us any second.

Seriously? The little freak's gonna cum so fast? He's barely been teased for minute, if that.

Oh god, he's one of those perverts, isn't he? He gets off with people looking at him.

Gonna cum like a ridiculous, freaky fag, Boner-Wolf? Gonna cum in front of us?

Bet he is. He's just about ready to pop.

Crisp tried to pull his hands back. He tried to get his fingers under control, tried to do anything that wasn't just stroking his cock even more. If he could just not have his fingers wrapped around his bulge, then maybe he could have done something to slow him down, maybe bought himself some more time so that it wasn't so embarrassing.

Considering how it was their words more than the rubbing that sent him over the edge, though, he doubted it would have made any difference. His eyes rolled back in his head as his cock pulsed, the entire shaft throbbing and twitching as his balls emptied themselves into the costume. The wolf moaned and whimpered as the darker spot at the edge of his bulge spread, his spooge covering all of the crotch part of the costume. He came, and came, and came, some bubbling bits of white oozing out of the tip of his tent even as the rest of it completely soaked his cock and his balls.

The shoelaces finally let go of his fingers as he fell forward, barely giving him time to catch himself on the way down. He groaned as he rolled onto his back, his face feeling like it was on fire as the ghosts surrounded him, their laughter loud and clear in his ears. His cum was going from warm to cool on his crotch, and it felt slimier and clingier than ever.

Heh, good Boner-Wolf.

That one was from his shoes, and he groaned as he felt his energy fading. It was like every bit of his energy to run and hide had been shot out with his cum, and no matter how hard he tried he felt his eyes closing. The ghosts gradually disappeared, but he heard their laughter until he slipped into darkness, his mind falling out of the mansion into dreamland.

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_He was carried by shoes. It was weird, but it was like he was laying on a bed of shoelaces, each one from a different pair of sneakers that were colored different from his own. The hard tips were a little uncomfortable, but they were nice enough to carry him, so he didn't complain.

It was weird, though. Despite carrying him, the shoes were stroking him, too. They slid under his clothes, the tips running through his fur, slithering over him like curious snakes. They never squeezed him around the neck or chest, so he was never afraid of them, but they touched him everywhere else. It was like they were exploring him, taking a small favor for carrying him home, so he didn't mind.

They did explore everywhere, though, including his crotch. Dozens of stroking strings found their way into his shorts, running over his balls, his shaft, over the fur around them and a little bit behind. That, he did mind, and it was when one of the shoelaces tried to rub itself into the hole at the tip of his cock that he woke up._

Crisp woke up on his own bed, no longer dressed in a costume or in soaking clothes. He had his red and black underwear on, and he could feel that he was still wearing shoes. And he felt something sliding around inside of his shorts.

The wolf leaned forward, his eyes going wide at the glowing shoelaces rubbing his erection through his underwear, soaking it with his pre already. The shoes didn't even stop when he woke up, only giggling as they kept stroking him.

Hello there, Boner-Wolf. Glad you're finally awake; it's not so fun to keep teasing you when you're asleep.

His hands were grabbed before they were halfway to the shoes, pulled up until they were over his head and pinned there by one set of shoelaces. The other continued stroking him, keeping him hard, leaking, and whimpering at the feeling.

Ah ah ah, Boner-Wolf. You aren't taking these shoes off. You're not taking me off.

"But...why? You got me in the mansion already."

Yeah, I did, and I had to leave my best friend behind there. So, I need to make another friend, and you're the closest that I got to that.

"But...you're...you're a ghost."

So? This still feels good, doesn't it?

"Well, yeah."

Good. Now, since I'm the one in charge now -

"Says who?!"

Says the shoelaces that are stroking your cock and pinning you down. Unless you want me to prove how in charge I am? I think I saw some of your friends walking down the street earlier, and I could show them what your shoes can do.

Crisp whimpered at the thought, shaking his head rapidly to try and distract the ghost from his cock throbbing at the idea. He didn't want it, but something in his cock did, and he didn't want the ghost to try and take that idea and run with it.

Glad you get the picture. Now, I want to get my friend out of the mansion too. Do you have any friends that might want to go there? Maybe someone that doesn't mind spooging their pants a lot? My friend likes to make people do that.

There was a certain tabby cat, but he doubted he could get that to happen. He tried to open his mouth to protest, but no sooner had he gotten out a syllable than the shoelaces started stroking him again. Squirming and moaning, Crisp was rendered speechless in seconds, already on the edge of cumming in his underwear. He bit his lip as he heard his mother knocking on his door, shaking his head as she asked if he was okay.

"I'm fine, just...just relaxing."

"Okay, just wanted to make sure. You looked so tired when you got home, and I was worried."

"It's fine, everything's fine."

"Okay, Crisp, if you say so."

She walked away, and the shoes stroked harder. He barely had a chance to shove his head against a pillow as he came in his briefs, soaking the new pair worse than the crotch of that costume in the mansion.

Things were going to get a lot more complicated, he felt.

The End