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A Story request by FriskeCrisps based on a picture done of his character. A wolf boy finds that you need to be very careful when you explore old castles, because you never know just what you'll find.

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"Here you can see where the nick in Lord McSanneth's great broadsword, where legend tells he fought a fae prince to save his daughter. The fae prince was so enchanted with her beauty he just had to carry her away."

The tour guide flashed a typical, pasted-on-for-the-tourists smile as the crowd dutifully oooooed and ahhed at the huge broadsword with a noticeable chip out of the blade, about two thirds up. Crisp also dutifully ooohhed and ahhed, though he also rolled his eyes and sighed. This tour to Ireland was supposed to be fun! Sure, he was also supposed to reconnect with his bloodline, or some such crap, but really, he thought he'd be spending most of his time hitting on hot red-furred locals and drinking Guinness. The twenty-two year old, grey and white furred wolf was reasonably popular back home, got his share of dates since he was in good shape, and took care of himself. There was something about the ginger furred wolves of Ireland, where his family came from, that always seemed so exotic to him.

"Supposedly, Lord McSanneth's dedication to protecting his family and his lands impressed some of the fae. A clan of leprechauns came to him and asked him to protect their gold," the tour-guide leaned forward as if sharing some secret with the fifty furs in the crowd, as she no doubt did dozens of times a day, "some even say that the pot still resides here somewhere in the castle. When the blue moon shines over the spring equinox the fae return and make sure their pot is still here and spend the night here at the castle. Well, if you're smart enough that might be the only time you could find it and steal it!"

The tour guide held up a finger in front of her wolfy muzzle in a 'shhh' gesture, and then smiled.

Crisp blinked and did a little math in his head, and then raised his hand. The tour guide was about to lead the group to their next pre-packaged and mapped out destination but paused when she saw the hand.

"Yes? You have a question?"

Crisp licked his muzzle slightly nervously, "Yeah...umm, isn't the blue moon tonight, and it is spring solstice, so tonight there's going to be what, faeries and stuff roaming the halls or something?"

The tour guide smiled indulgently, and looked at Crisp as if she were looking at a three year old,

"Well, they are all just legends of course, who believes that there really are leprechauns and pots of gold, hmm?"

The rest of the crowd gave little chuckles, Crisp blushed in embarrassment, while one of his classmates gave him a little nudge.

The tour guide turned and walked on, talking about some battle or other where the castle was burned for it's third, or perhaps fourth time, and the rest of the crowd followed along obediently. Crisp lagged back a bit and looked around the great stone walls. After a moment his friend Gerald, a white fox, noticed.

"Hey now, you don't really think there's any truth behind those legends, right?" Gerald asked curiously, an amused look on his features.

"Nah," Crisp replied, "But still, it would be kinda cool to hang out here and see what it's like at night, you know?" He continued looking around while Gerald narrowed his eyes,

"Dude, but what if you get caught?"

"So they send me home..." Crisp shrugged, "It's not like I'd miss anything anyway, just another trip to another 'historical monument' or some crap like that, right?"

Gerald looked Crisp over and hmmed, "Well...ok, man, but you're not doing it alone," he flashed a grin, "after all, a good friend bails you out, and a great friend is sitting in the cell next to you, am I right?"

Crisp grinned in return and nodded. Just then, the tour guide turned a corner, leading the rest of the tourist flock to the next room. Crisp grabbed Gerald when he spotted a side hallway and dragged them quickly to the side. They ducked into the first room they found, which was filled with dusty boxes and looked like storage for museum pieces and tour props.

"Well, this looks like no one's been here in a while, I bet we just have to duck when they check for lockup, and we'll be home free." Crisp grinned and plopped down on one of the boxes, which sent a plume of dust into the air.

Gerald snorted as he took up a perch on one of the boxes next to Crisp and shook his head, "Yeah, but that's frigging hours away, what are we supposed to do until then?"

Crisp dug into his leather jacket and pulled out his smart phone, "Dude, what, you have a smart phone on you and you can't figure out how to kill a few hours?" He snickered and pulled up one of his favorite time-killers, "hell, if you get that desperate, go and jerk off in the corner or something, I won't watch."

"Har...har...de...har," Gerald responded and snorted, before he glanced around and flumped back. He stretched out and pillowed his hands on the back of his head, "I'll just take a nap then, wake me if we're about to get caught, or when the 'fae creatures' start showing up."

Crisp grinned again and nodded, "Will do," he replied with a mock salute, before he returned to his game.

*

Crisp blinkblinked his eyes a little and groaned as he realized he was waking up on a pair of stiff boxes, different sizes, one of which was poking right into the small of his back. Crisp and Gerald's little sneak away pretty much went unnoticed, at college age they had an itinerary, but no one checked on them too hard. They had a brief scare when a security guard, a big husky, poked his head in the room at closing, but the two of them hid behind some boxes, and the guard didn't even bother turning on the light before he moved on. The two of them decided to stay in the storage room until nightfall, just to be sure no one was around, and somehow Crisp fell asleep.

A soft snoring on the other side of the room indicated Gerald's state of slumber too, the fox sprawled out and using his jacket as a pillow. Crisp shivered a little, a glance up at the small slit windows in the old-style castle indicated it was pitch black outside and a slight chill settled into the castle as the temperature dropped. Crisp glanced around,

"Oh yeah, this is perfect," he grinned, and then tilted his head to the side,

He could swear he heard something. He strained a bit harder and perked his ears up, swiveling them here and there, and he caught it again. He turned his head and focused, and blinked as he made it out...it was, music?

"What is that?" He muttered as he walked over and nudged Gerald,

"Hey, dude, wake up..."

Crisp blinked when Gerald didn't move, and nudged his friend harder.

"Dude, seriously, time to get up."

Gerald didn't respond, but merely snored peacefully as he lay back. Crisp felt a flutter in his stomach and grabbed Gerald's collar and gave him a firm shake,

"Hey, get up! Wake up man!"

He didn't quite shout as a creeping bit of fear caused the flutters in his stomach to grow into full-fledged butterflies. He dropped Gerald to the boxes when it was obvious the fox wasn't going to wake up.

"What the fuck..." he said as he crept to the door.

He had to get help, I mean, fun was fun, but if his friend wasn't waking up, he needed some real help. He carefully cracked open the door to the storage room and poked his head out into the hallway. From there, the sounds of music became much more distinct. He could hear what sounded like a mix of flutes, pipes, drums, and...electric fiddle? As he looked back and forth, he also saw a subtle light coming from the end of the hallway, where the tour-group passed hours earlier. The castle was also noticeably warmer that direction, which Crisp discovered as he inched in that direction.

"This is weird as hell, what is that?" He muttered to himself, even as he continued creeping along the hallway towards the music.

Somehow, it seemed like the music was compelling him to find it, and even though somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should probably not be doing this, he should go, get help, something stronger drew him on. He turned the corner back down the hallway his tour guide left hours before. As he turned the corner he barely noticed another security guard that lay sprawled out on the stone floor, sleeping peacefully where he lay.

There, next to the case holding the clan broadsword, a gaping hole in the wall that Crisp knew was not there earlier that evening yawed wide with a staircase beyond that led down. Crisp felt the warmth growing from down the staircase, and the music grew even louder, accompanied by bright, flickering firelight. On either side of the hall sconces in the wall held brightly burning torches, which lit the way as Crisp walked his way down the winding, narrow stairs.

*

The stairs seemed longer then they should, impossibly long given the size of the castle, but still, the growing music compelled the wolf while his internal instincts screamed at him to just turn away and run from this unnatural place. Something else drew him on though, he could hear laughter alongside the music, and delicious smells reached up the hallway and met his sensitive nose as he descended.

He reached the end of the long staircase and paused, shocked at the sight that greeted him. A room, impossibly large opened up underneath the castle. Torch sconces lined the walls into what could only be called a 'great hall'. It looked like the castle above, but great pillars supported the roof, and statues of various wolves in poses of all kinds marked the spaces between. Crisp walked the hall tentatively. He felt a well-worn but plush carpet beneath his shoes as he looked from statue to statue. Some wore Irish Tartans and kilts, carried swords, axes and weapons of all types, but as Crisp progressed, the statues became more modern. Soon slacks and shoes replaced kilts and ruffled shirts, and weapons disappeared. Crisp looked from one to the other, and he stopped, and blinked when he reached one statue. This one was of an old wolf, in suit and tie, holding not a weapon, but an old style briefcase. Crisp licked his lips,

"Granddad?" He muttered, and then looked to the end of the hall.

Two great wooden doors marked the end of the hall, polished, pristine and cared for so they looked new. From behind the doors, the music and the food scents grew even stronger, and Crisp found that his mouth watered as he approached the doors.

His hand found the latch to the door, and he slowly pushed it open just a crack, so he could peer through to what lay beyond.

*

Beyond the door looked like another world. The well-cut stone walls of the castle gave way to roughly hewn cave rock, in an opening that must have gone back dozens, if not hundreds of feet into the depths of the earth. Vines and streamers covered the walls in green leafy plants, interspersed with blooms of flowers he'd never seen before in every color of the rainbow. The softest looking green moss and clover carpeted the ground, as if taken straight from the hills and fields above. The air smelled fresh and clean, as though the sea carried it straight in and to his nostrils. Small trees and mushrooms grew side-by-side, somehow, illuminated by glow balls of mysterious fungus and torches imbedded in the wall that looked like they burned without fuel. In the center of the great room a huge wooden pot looked like it grew straight out of the earth, filled with coins of the most brilliant, shining gold that Crisp had ever seen. The wood and mushroom looked shaped into tables, chairs, and seats of all kinds, and what occupied them was the most stunning of all.

Faeries was the only word that entered Crisp's somewhat addled brain as creatures of all shapes and sizes danced, sat, ate, and talked in this buried room. Pointed eared, delicate featured faeries of various sizes, ones taller even then he, others as small as dragonflies flitted around on gossamer wings. Smaller, twisted and dark creatures pranced around among the moss and clover, needle sharp teeth flashed in bright grins as they ducked in and about legs and tables and chairs. More creatures hung from vines and creepers at the roof, more then he could even hope to describe as he watched wonderingly. Many ate or drank from flowers and cups of wood, fungus and plant, while still others ate fruits of kind Crisp had never seen before. Only one type of creature seemed out of place. Crisp saw a group of wolves, just like him seated at the chairs closest to the pot! They sat and chatted, drank and ate with the others, but they were dressed in modern clothes, some in leathers and jeans, and others in casual shirts, slacks and shoes. All of them wore crowns and decorations of clover, and even as he watched, a creature on little wings fluttered down and draped a little necklace around one's neck, which the wolf accepted indulgently.

Some of the creatures were playing instruments of all kinds, though most looked like they were made of stone, crystal and wood. One of the wolves played with the band. He fiddled away on a neon-lighted electric fiddle plugged into a nearby amp. Crisp couldn't see any place the amp plugged in though, to get its power. His mouth watered as well when he saw a boar roasting over a slow flame, though again, he had no idea what they were doing with all the smoke generated.

As he watched, the menagerie continued their dancing and revelry for a few minutes more, until one of the small winged creatures flew down and whispered in one of the wolf's ears. The wolf perked his ear and then let out a slight smile. He gestured to the band, which eventually took notice and ceased playing. Once it had, the wolf hopped up spryly onto the great pot in the middle of the room and raised his hands. Slowly, conversations around the great chamber stilled, until everyone looked toward the grey-furred wolf in a leather vest and jeans, with a four-leaf clover sewn into the vest.

"Welcome...welcome all m'guests, welcome to the revel, welcome t'the place of safety where you c'n let wings out and be with your people."

The crowd laughed, cheered and clapped as they watched the wolf walk around the great pile of gold as if it were a stage. Crisp had the feeling he should run, but for some reason, he could not move, he had to watch.

"Once in a blue moon, all m'people are welcome to my clan's home. It seems tonight we have an extra guest, though he may not be as unexpected as he thinks!"

With that, the wolf made a theatrical gesture towards the door with a wooden shillelagh he produced seemingly from nowhere. Crisp suddenly felt himself pitching forward as the door opened suddenly on him with a loud boom and dropped him on his face into the soft floor. Crisp groaned as he gripped the moss and tried to get up, while laughter coming from all kinds of creatures reached his ears. He'd only managed to get to all fours when the point of the shillelagh landed in the moss in front of him, and the voice of the wolf spoke from just above him.

"Well me boyo, looks like you made it down here, though you may soon find you regret that soon enough."

Crisp looked up into the face of the wolf above him. The two wolves had practically the same fur coloring. Something about the other wolf's features was a bit off though, as though they were touched with a little bit of the unreal. The wolf's eyes were also the deepest, deepest green Crisp had ever seen, but were flecked with the brightest gold. The wolf pushed up on Crisp's shoulder with the tip of his wooden weapon, propping him up to his knees so he could look around at all the other creatures in the room watching him.

"Tha's it...let's get a good look at you m'boyo. No don't you be a good boy and tell us your name, hmm? Surely you have one of those, don't ya?"

Crisp gulped and nodded slightly as he looked up, "C...crisp...my name's Crisp."

Another laugh filled the room and Crisp glanced around as the various creatures watched with interest. He looked up into the wolf's face, which now had a rather interested, and predatory look on it as he looked down to the young boy.

"Oooo, Crisp," the wolf said, as though tasting the word in his mouth, "Don't ya' know your legends boy? You should never tell a leprechaun, or any fae your real name...it gives them power over you."

"B...but...you're a wolf, you're not a..." he started, though another laugh from the crowd cut his words short,

"What...? I'm nae a little green man in bow tie, green hat and spats?" The wolf roared with laughter and spun the shillelagh from one hand to the other, "Me boyo, we're creatures of magic! We're whatever we want to be! And these days, it don' pay to go wanderin' around lookin' like you've got a pot o' gold in your pocket, don't ya know. Besides, we kinda owe yer kin a debt, so we try to show respect by lookin' like your line."

"M...my line?" Crisp stuttered; his brain seemingly utterly muddled as it tried to catch up. The fragrances of the room were seeping into his very pores, and he found the heady scents clouded his thinking; he could only sit there while the wolf pranced in a quick little spiral and used his shillelagh to brace as he hopped back and forth.

"Of course your line!" The wolf said in a tone that mocked Crisp's muddled tones, "You don't think you'd be awake at all if you weren't supposed to be do you?" The ...leprechaun, as Crisp started to realize, practically cavorted, while he still heard the occasional laugh from the crowd behind.

"We get together once a generation for these parties, but if someone from the McSanneth's bloodline isn't here, the place is closed to us, luckily, something always happens so that someone shows up at just the right time," the last words were said with a wicked grin to the wolf on his knees.

Crisp groaned, "The accident...oh gods..." he said in dismay. The reason he was on the trip in the first place, the reason he was allowed to go; two other people on the trip were in a drunk driving accident and were killed on impact. It left the two slots for the trip opened, and Crisp was told a scholarship on behalf of the school would pay for him. As a poor college student, he wasn't about to refuse the money, or the trip.

"Sometimes coincidence needs a little push," the fae wolf said with another predatory grin, showing teeth sharper than any Crisp ever saw on a wolf, "So thank ye for openin' the place for our little party...now come along and join in the fun!"

With that, the wolf pointed the shillelagh at Crisp, and Crisp found his legs straightening underneath him without any thought on his part. He stiffly marched behind the wolf as he walked over to a spot right in front of the pot.

"Now then, what's a party without music?! Let's hear it and get going again!"

The wolf pointed at the band, which started up immediately. A whoop and cheer arose from the audience, and almost everyone got up from their spots and started dancing and cavorting all around. Crisp found that he couldn't move except to look around back and forth as creatures dark and light, beautiful and hideous swirled and danced around him. Above it all, on the pile of gold, the elder wolf did his own little jig and dance, laughing and drinking from a mug brought to him by one of the winged creatures. After a moment the wolf looked to Crisp,

"Here now m'boy, you're not dancing, you're not even dressed for the occasion, we have to fix that!"

A gesture to Crisp and the boy's shoes changed, elongated, and turned a deep green, while two flying faerie creatures flew down and tore his clothes from his body with claws too sharp and too long for creatures that diminutive. He was left in just his briefs clinging to his body, which embarrassingly he had picked as bright green to match the Irish 'spirit' of the trip. Crisp whimpered and looked back up to the wolf,

"Please...sir...please, just let me go...you can have your party without me,"

"Ohhh, see now m'boy, there you're wrong, if you leave then the place closes up for another generation, and we can't have that! So as long as you're here, you might as well enjoy it, here, have a dance!"

Another gesture, another point with the shillelagh and Crisp felt a tingle around his feet, and a sparkle appeared around his shoes. Impossibly, against his desires, he started moving along with the music, his feet moved against the will of his body as he danced with the beat. The wolf jumped down right next to Crisp and danced along, and soon Crisp found he was matching the wolf's steps, whom was laughing and howling with his amusement as the magic compelled Crisp to move.

Crisp found he had no control of his body, as the scents filled his brain and muddled him further, he felt the fear seep into him, but he could not stop his body as he went from dance to dance, from jig to jig. Before long, his legs and body ached with the dancing, but he could not stop as the great crowd of fae all moved and swayed around him. He even saw some of them falling to the soft moss tangled together, fucking like wild beasts, and as their scents mixed in with all the others another reaction occurred he couldn't stop. Soon Crisp's cock hardened and stretched out his briefs, so that as he danced it flopped and bounced against him under the green briefs. When he noticed, the wolf laughed again and pointed,

"It seems the young boyo likes what he sees! What do ye' all say? Maybe he'll even make like his grand pappy and find a nice fae lassie to bed down with!"

A laugh, another giggle, pointed fingers and wicked grins all surrounded Crisp as he continued dancing, all while his dick bounced painfully against him. Faces and sights blurred together as his brain fogged over from exhaustion, scents, and the aches of his body as he danced hours after hour, at least it seemed like that he danced forever while those around laughed, pointed and made him dance in faster and faster speeds.

The music grew in his ears until he could only hear the sounds of the beat. He realized that it was not just the beat of the music; it was the beat of his heart, the beat of the very Earth around him, the beat coursed through him as every muscle in his body ached. Soon the beat pounded in his ears and his chest; he couldn't breathe, and the world went dark.

*

"Hey...boy...get up. You're lucky we don't arrest your ass."

Crisp groaned as he shifted and rolled onto his back. He hissed as cold assaulted him through his back. He blinked his eyes open as he realized that he shouldn't feel the cold, unless...

Standing over him was the big husky security guard from last night. When he and Gerald snuck in to do...what? His head was all fuzzy, he couldn't remember much, except they snuck in, and Gerald fell asleep, and then...

"Boy, you must have one hell of a bender, we've had kids sneaking in here to get drunk, but usually they have clothes when they leave."

Crisp blinked and looked down at himself. He took stock...no pants, no shirt, no jacket, just...his green underwear he'd worn as a joke to be more 'Irish' and a pair of...green shoes?

"T..those arn' mine," he frowned as he pointed to his shoes.

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure they aren't," the husky shook his head, reached down, and grabbed Crisp under the shoulder, hoisting him to his feet. "We caught your friend waking up in a storage room; looks like he slept it off, you better do the same...but do it elsewhere." The husky grumbled, and tossed Crisp a blanket, "Here, take that and get your asses out of here, I'm sure your family, or school, or whatever, are worried sick."

The husky shook his head, grumbled something about drunken college students and walked off, while Crisp blinked his eyes, still trying to clear his thoughts as he stumbled out of the dungeon, where Gerald waited for him.

"Man, I don't know what you got up to, but I had one of the most boring nights ever, I even fell asleep before the moon came up," Gerald said as he hooked Crisp around the shoulders and led him away.

"Yeah...must've..." Crisp mumbled, "I think, I saw...but...no, couldn't have."

His fogged brain came up with fragments that made no sense, creatures with wings, dancing, scents, and green, more and more green.

"Hey, I never knew you had a birth mark man, that's cool, looks kind of like a four-leaf clover." Gerald said, gesturing to Crisp's side, where a perfectly white four-leaf clover broke up the grey of Crisp's fur.

"I didn't..." Crisp started, while he looked back at the castle.

He started when he caught a glimpse of a grey-furred wolf's face high in one of the tower, watching him with a broad grin, gone from one moment to the next.