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Over, under, around and through - he didn't always do a double knot, but this time around it was for a special reason. No matter whether the house was haunted or not, Crisp was going to be prepared to run. And that meant that his red sneakers were nice and snug around his feet. There'd be no tripping on his laces.

Over, under, around and through, meet Mr. Bunny Rabbit, pull and chase him through.

There. Both shoes were nice and tight - a feeling that the young wolf absolutely loved. It was hard to explain, as most others preferred barefoot feet-paws, but wearing sneakers left Crisp feeling warm and secure.

He lifted his backpack from the uneven dirt road and tossed it over one of his shoulders. His friends had dared him to stay a night at the allegedly haunted place out on an abandoned portion of Emerson drive, which used to be one of those old plantations that didn't last very long after some specific legislation... blah, blah, blah. Crisp was sure he'd heard it in the local history of Durndee somewhere.

The story was a lot like all the other fanciful horror stories about haunted places. In fact, it was so cliché that Crisp was pretty confident that it had been made up just to keep young and impressionable kids from loitering in or around the abandoned building. Anyway, everyone knew the tale of the Emerson fire.

Yes, the road had actually been named after the plantation owners - a kangaroo and an otter that had had reputation for throwing large parties in their grand ballroom every weekend. They also, apparently, had a penchant for pulling pranks on their guests. Regardless - long story short - they had upset enough of their guests too many times and the place and its owners had fallen victim to a "mysterious" fire. The whole incident was labeled an accident and no further investigation was done. However, most of the old Victorian mansion remained unaffected by the fire, even the grand ballroom where they found the bodies of the kangaroo and otter. Their corpses were apparently found leaning up against each other in a waltz - perhaps one last ghoulish prank on the citizens of Durndee.

It was a story that Crisp had a hard time believing as he strolled down the long dirt road to the old mansion. The unpaved driveway was lined with ancient elm, red maple, and dogwood that leaned over the gravel, creating a nicely shaded path in the late afternoon sun. Patches of the road were wet, and the air still smelled of last night's rain. In the distance, his keen wolf eyes glimpsed the peeled, white paint of the dilapidated building.

He was going to prove to his friends that he was not the scaredy-wolf they made him out to be, which was why he didn't leave home without a camcorder. After swinging his backpack around to the front, he dug through the contents until his paw came in contact with what he wanted. The digital camera came out with his paw and a smile stretched across his grey and white muzzle. He flipped the side-screen open and started recording.

"Well, here I am," he stated, being sure to record his approach to the mansion. The driveway opened up to a fancy loop around a fountain that had long been overrun by creeping vegetation. The west end of the building was utterly charred while the rest of the run-down building remained fairly intact, considering its past. He guessed that the fire must have been the only true part of the story. "And as you can see, there's no ghosts so far. Even though, there's still some daylight left," he added.

He approached the weathered, wooden double-door. With his left paw he held the camcorder and his right paw wrapped around the brass handle. It was cold despite how warm the air was in the summer heat. He gulped as his nerves finally started to show their ugly faces. '

"No turning back now," he said and pulled the door open, revealing the surprisingly clean foyer. A wide and polished hardwood stairwell climbed up the center to the second floor and separated the east and west wings of the building. The only sign of age was the inch-deep layer of dust that covered everything. Apparently, nature hadn't made its mark on the inside of the mansion very much yet. He turned the camcorder to record himself and wore a cheesy smile. "Still no ghosts. But let's make sure we do a thorough investigation before I set up camp.

It took about an hour or so, but Crisp made his way throughout nearly the entire mansion. A large portion of it was not in very good shape to be explored due to the fire, and the young wolf wasn't going to put himself in needless danger to do so. He was slightly disappointed to find out that the fire most likely originated in the kitchen, which would mean that there was nothing "mysterious" about it. In a way, he kind of wanted the place to be haunted, but so far, there was clearly no evidence for such a thing.

It wasn't until he saved the best place - the grand ballroom - for last that he encountered anything that was potentially some paranormal activity. First, the moment he entered the huge room, a chill ran down his spine. It was cold enough to make the fur on the back of his neck stand, which was something that didn't happen very often. It was also odd because it had to have been close to a muggy eighty degrees outside, yet the ballroom was a balmy fifty-five or so - no air-conditioning or anything.

Second was the feeling that he was being watched, but that was most likely due to the gallery-worthy pictures that lined the walls. A small portion of them were portraits of the owners, and it was creepy to find that no matter where he stood, their eyes would follow him - some kind of illusory trick they must've had the painters do as another prank to creep out their guests. He was starting to understand why most people of Durndee at the time didn't like them very much.

However, and finally, the worst thing was the swaying chandeliers that hung from the tall ceiling. There was no draft in the room; otherwise, Crisp would have felt it somewhere along the fur on his body. Also, there were no windows in the ballroom to let any wind in, so the fact that they were moving at all was quite freaky. It made the chill down his spine even chillier.

Crisp stopped the recording for a moment. "But you have to spend the night in the ballroom, they insisted," the wolf mumbled. "Of course, they wouldn't let me set up camp anywhere else. Whatever. There're no such things as ghosts."

He ran his paw along the wall until he came to a light switch, which he figured was futile, but he wanted to try it anyway. It didn't work. His ears drooped a bit as he dug once again through his backpack, pulling out a battery-operated lantern. Somehow the room had a bit of natural light in it, but the lantern made even more of the huge chamber visible. To his surprise, the room was extremely clean as if someone was still taking care of it. The floor was still waxed like the days they owners hosted those infamous parties. Crisp could tell by the way the hardwood would squeak softly underneath his sneakers.

Strapped to his backpack was a sleeping bag. Once he'd reached the center of the ballroom, he placed the lantern on the floor and proceeded to remove it. He let it roll out. It was a thin thing, since he wasn't quite expecting it to be as cool as it was in the room, but his fur would keep him warm enough anyway. He'd also stuffed a small pillow in the other pocket of his backpack. He wouldn't spend a night anywhere without it.

He placed the camcorder on the ground and stuffed a pair of socks underneath it in order to angle it up toward him. He'd been told to record the entire night and his friends had even lent him an extra battery for it in case he ran out. It was still full so he wasn't entirely worried as long as he kept the side-screen closed. He hit the record button and scooted back away from it.

"Looks like I'm all set for the night," he dictated to the camera, scratching behind his ear and gazing into the darkness around him. "There aren't any windows in here, so it already seems like it's nighttime, even though I know it's still just six o'clock or something like that. And since I haven't come across any ghosts yet, I'm just going to do some reading or something."

He didn't care to tell the camera about the chandeliers moving on their own. The less his friends knew about anything that may have scared him, the better. He needed to make it seem like nothing even happened.

He'd packed a few books figuring that he'd be able to get a good deal of reading done. Thankfully, he'd also been smart enough not to pack any scary stories. It may have put him in the mood for the occasion, but that wasn't really the type of mood that he'd like to be in. He fanned through the pages until he came across his bookmark. It was hard to keep track in the dim light of the lantern, but Crisp still managed to escape into the story for some time. At least until his was interrupted.

BAM!

Crisp's head bolted in the direction of the sound to find that one of the pictures had fallen from the wall. It was a full body portrait of the two owners - the Emerson brothers. They'd called themselves brothers but there was no way that a roo and an otter were actual brothers. The kangaroo was the taller of the two with a bit of a pear shape, having a slightly generous waist. The otter was smaller but sleeker and skinnier, which was typical for his type. They were both wearing tuxedos and - to Crisp's surprise and delight - black dress shoes. Even back then, it was the norm to go barefoot, so he was amazed to even find them wearing any shoes.

Crisp squinted, trying to get a better look at the picture. The brothers were wearing very sly grins, which he felt was probably their classic look considering their history.

Ooooooooo!

The young wolf shivered as the eerie noise echoed between the tall walls of the ballroom. The chandeliers even started to sway around faster. He glanced at the camera, and instantly became aware of his shaking. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. He did his best to contain his fear from being recorded.

"N-n-nope," he stammered. "N-no such things as g-g-ghosts. That was just the wind in this... windowless... room."

OOOOOOOO!

It got louder this time. Crisp wrapped his arms around his knees and pulled them close, his toes curling up inside his sneakers. He shrunk, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

BAM!

Another picture fell on the opposite side of the room. The young wolf started shaking violently. There had to be some rational explanation. It couldn't be a ghost. Could it?

One of the fallen pictures - the one with both brothers - lifted off of the ballroom floor and floated a good four feet up in the air. All the warmth was leaving Crisp's body as he felt his skeleton begging to jump right out of his body as the painting glided toward him, hovering menacingly.

"All will burn with the mansion!" the painting howled, sending Crisp crawling backwards in an attempt to keep his distance from it. "That means you, little wolf!"

Crisp had seen enough. He attempted to clamber to his feet before he was right back on the floor, crashing face-down. He twisted around to take a glance at his shoes, only to find the laces from each sneaker tied together.

He could only utter the word "H-how?" before the picture was finally upon him, hanging right above him. He cringed and closed his eyes. "N-no! Please!" he pleaded.

"Hah!" a familiar voice laughed from behind the painting as it fell toward the floor. Behind it was one of Crisp's friends - another wolf. "We got you so good!" he teased. The only visible part the wolf was his head. The rest of him was in some kind of black attire so he could blend in with the darkness.

"That we did." Crisp's other friend also came out from the darkness, chuckling. "The look on your face was priceless," he added.

Crisp felt his cheeks and ears grow hot, and they were certainly red under all of his fur. They just loved pulling pranks and humiliating him. Maybe it was because he was always a bit of a sucker for it. It wasn't the first time and it definitely wasn't going to be the last.

"I should have figured that you guys would do this," Crisp shook his head. "But how were you making the chandeliers move?"

"We just threw a hoop of black string on them so we could pull them back and forth," the other wolf explained.

"And the paintings are fairly obvious. We've had this one planned for weeks in advance."

"You guys are jerks," Crisp growled a bit. However, his brow remained quite furrowed. "But I'm still confused about my shoes."

"What about your shoes?"

"When the heck did you guys tie them together without me knowing?"

"What?"

"Just look," he said, pointing to his red sneakers. The laces were still all tied up in a chaotic bunch.

Both of his friends looked at each other with bemusement. It was patently clear that they knew nothing about it. "We did not do that," one of them replied.

Click - the sound and scratch of a needle falling onto vinyl sounded within the ballroom and music shortly followed it. It sounded like the beginning to some kind of ballad.

Crisp started to get angry. "Okay, guys. You've already played your prank. You can stop it now."

"Seriously, Crisp, that's not us!"

"Shut up. I'm not falling for that one again," he spat and turned to yell into the darkness. "Okay, whoever-you-are! You can cut it out now! The prank is over!"

The room started to come alive as the ballroom lights grew brighter and the music grew louder. It made no sense. The electricity had to have been cut off to the mansion decades ago.

"Wow..." the young wolf's voice softened. "You guys really planned this one well. How did you get electricity out here?"

"We just said that this isn't us, Crisp," they both said as they started working their way toward the exit.

"Then who exactly is it?"

"US!" Two voices sounded in unison, reverberating almost like the tuning static of a radio. Right in front of them, the ethereal forms of a kangaroo and an otter manifested. The ghostly kangaroo tapped his fingers together with an eager glee. They were both wearing that same sly smile from the painting.

The otter turned to speak to the roo. "It looks like we've got some guests for the party, brother. I do hope ONE of them stays."

"Yes," the tall roo replied. "It would be a shame if we had no one to keep us company."

"It's a g-g-g-g-" Crisp stuttered.

"Look, brother. The clumsy one is trying to speak," the otter noticed.

"GHOST!" the young wolf's friends screamed just before they turned tail and started for the exit in a dash. They didn't even look back. They didn't even think about leaving Crisp there.

However, even with his shoes tied together, Crisp attempted to follow them. He worked himself up onto his knees before trying to stand.

"I don't think the little wolf has noticed that he forgot to wear a belt," the kangaroo chuckled and waved his right paw in some odd gesture. "Standing up would be a bad decision."

Crisp didn't hear him - he didn't care to hear him - and continued to climb to his feet. But he should have been listening. The moment he rose and took a stab at the first step, his shorts dropped below his knees, exposing his matching red underwear and tripping him right back down to the floor.

The transparent otter shook his head. "You tried to tell him, brother..."

"I did, didn't I? I think this one may be hard of hearing, or perhaps a bit daft. We may have to be more direct with him. What do you think, brother?"

"I concur."

After feeling a cool draft around his crotch, Crisp went to pull his shorts back up but found that his arm wouldn't listen to his brain. It was like they'd gone numb but still had all the feeling intact. He could sense they were staring at his ass, which just so happened to be pointed nicely toward the ceiling, his fluffy tail resting along his butt crack. His whole body was flush with humiliation, and he could do nothing about it.

"Come now, wolf," the roo started. "Stand up and give us a proper greeting like a gentleman would."

Crisp's limbs went to work without his consent, and even did so in perfect synchronicity, better than he would have done of his own volition. Still, his red sneakers were laced together and his shorts rested just above them. He stood half-naked in front of them, his paw extending for a salutatory shake.

Both the otter and the roo snickered together. "Now that's more like it," the otter shook Crisp's paw. "A proper gentleman knows how to create a lasting first impression."

"Yes," the roo added and also shook the wolf's paw. "The youth of today just don't understand the importance of proper manners. Regardless, my name is Benedict and my otter brother here is Cooper. But the pleasure is truly ours." They were clearing having fun at his expense, and although Crisp had no control over it, he could feel something starting to grow in his underwear. They continued to chuckle at their own jokes before the roo spoke up again."Speaking of which, my dear wolf, your wardrobe seems to have had some kind of malfunction. If you turn around, I'm sure I could fix that for you."

The young wolf tried to fight against his own body, but the endeavor was futile. His limbs and torso twisted around until he could no longer see what the brotherly ghosts were doing. Within seconds, however, he felt a cold presence press up against his behind.

"Well, this won't do,"_Benedict declared. _"I'll can't work at this angle, pup. How about you bend over for me?"

Again, Crisps body moved without his permission, bending over and pushing his butt into the kangaroo behind him. He didn't know that ghosts could still have some remainder of physical manifestation. But having the big roo behind him, in addition to the utter humiliation, was not helping with his involuntary and growing erection. By now the lights were on and he could see the expanding tent being pitched in his underwear. Also, he glimpsed a glow coming from the portions of his shoes that were visible under his shorts. They were no longer tied together and back to their original bunny-loop knots, like some kind of magic. That was it, he thought, they must've cursed my shoes!

"There you go, little wolf. Just like that," the kangaroo beamed as he ran the shorts up Crisps legs until they were back around his waist. His cheeks grew hot with embarrassment, especially after he caught the camera out of the corner of his eye. They had made sure that all of it was being recorded.

"Hmm," the otter piped in, "I'm not really sure I like his get-up."

"Do you have a suggestion, brother?"

"I think I do, but you'll have to have him undress for me."

"You got it!" the roo obliged and snapped his fingers. Before long, Crisp was upright.

"But leave the sneakers," Cooper added.

"I know. I know. I'm not that daft."

First, Crisp took his shirt off and the temperature of the room hit him hard. It was no longer that fifty-five that he'd estimated before. It was now closer to forty-five all because of the presence of the ghosts. He'd hoped, at least, that they'd have something warm for him to wear, but that chance was quickly shot down the moment he saw what they had for him - a tutu.

"A pink pancake tutu,"_the otter beamed, holding it up for all of them to see. _"I think he'll look fabulously cute in it. What do you think, brother?"

"I couldn't agree more."

"Why? Why are you guys doing this to me?" Crisp finally spoke, surprised that he could even utter a single syllable. His underwear was the last to come off as his paw tossed it away across the dance floor.

"It's been years since we've had any visitors, pup," Benedict explained. "And we've been dying to have some fun."

Crisp was having a hard time appreciating the pun, but Cooper was letting out loud enough of a laugh that he seemed to value the humor. It was humiliating enough just having to listen to their jokes.

"And you're the first one, in a long time, to come in here with those beautiful shoes - the only means by which we've been allowed to control someone," Cooper clarified.

His first leg entered the bright, pink tutu as the young wolf pleaded with them. "But I've done nothing to you. Can't you just let me go?"

"Mmm," they both glanced at each other as they pretended to think about it. "No."

Crisp finally pulled the straps up and over his shoulders, securing the tutu in place. He started to whimper as he felt most, if not all, of his masculinity start to slip away. It wasn't like he was being turned into a girl but it was still more emasculating than he'd ever imagined it would be.

"See?" the otter smiled. "I told you he'd look really cute in it."

"You were right, brother. But what should we have him do?"

"We have him dance for us, of course."

Cooper waved a furry paw and Crisp's limps started to wander. He'd never watched a ballet before, much less practice it. But somehow his body knew just what to do. Bourrees, pliés, pirouettes - nothing he'd ever done before, executed flawlessly in time with the music that had been playing non-stop the entire time. And with each move the flares of the skirt would glide with him in a divine elegance. At least that was the commentary that the brothers were giving as the applauded his performance in the dimly lit ballroom.

Crisp could feel his body growing weary but that did nothing to stop their eager and enthusiastic movements. He'd even lost control of his facial muscles as they put on a display of delightful glee. It was all embarrassing beyond any imaginable torture the devil himself could conceive. Yet that only made things worse down below. Crisp's wolf-dick was swelling and creeping down the stretchy fabric of the tutu. And with the next pirouette, it was on full display for his audience of two - and the camera.

"My dear brother, I do believe he is getting turned on by this," the kangaroo declared.

The otter squinted as he took a better look at the wolf's swelling crotch. "My, my, my. I do believe you are correct. How embarrassing; yet, how curious."

They both laughed at his expense. The roo even picked up the camera and made sure to zoom in just in case it couldn't already pick up the young wolf's obvious arousal.

"I think I have just the thing to humiliate him even more," Benedict offered, and with another snap of his fingers, the fabric along Crisp's cock ripped. The young wolf's swollen dick along with his furry white balls spilled out and bounced around with his dancing.

There was no stopping it. Although, he'd already been nude in front of them, he was now completely hard and at their disposal. His face grew red hot as the two ghosts fell flat to the floor and started rolling over with boisterous and booming laughter. Hopelessly, it only made him more aroused.

"He's loving it!" Cooper exclaimed as he wiped a tear from his cheek. He could not control the hilarity.

Benedict added, "This may very well be the best party yet, my dear brother. And we can do whatever we wish with him. How humiliating."

"You are correct, brother. Perhaps we should help him relieve himself?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't suggest it," The kangaroo answered, that sly grin stretching across their faces again. "I'm sure our guest won't have any objections. What do you say, little wolf? Would you do your hosts this honor?"

The dancing stopped and Crisp's head nodded happily against his fading will. It seemed that there was going to be no choice in the matter, as the music switch to something more fitting for what was about to happen.

The roo snapped his fingers like usual and Crisp started to move suggestively, caressing his inner thighs with his paws until they met with his eager balls. He involuntarily moaned, but this time he didn't know if it was because of the curse or whether his body really liked it. He was being forced to masturbate in front of them.

"Now this is my kind of show," the otter beamed, stretching a toothy grin across that short brown muzzle of his.

"You and me both, brother," Benedict agreed, making the young wolf question the sexual orientation of the two ghosts. "However, I do wonder just how flexible our lupine friend is." His fingers snapped again and Crisp's body dropped to the floor before gladly bending forward until his dark lips met with the tip of his own cock.

He tried to conjure every ounce of strength that may have remained in his tired body, but he just couldn't do it. The curse or the magic or whatever was just too strong and his free will was no longer a thing. His will was now theirs as he performed for them, wrapping his wet lips around his cock and sliding it all the way in to the back of his throat. The young wolf's nose pressed gently against his furry balls as he had no other choice than to smell his own sex, and his tongue licked around his whole shaft, getting a good taste of himself.

One of Crisp's paws crept down to his ass. It ripped the tutu even farther, tickling his taint along the way and giving both cheeks a good squeeze. There was nothing he could do as his own finger teased his hole. Slowly, his finger pressed forward spreading his tail hole and pushing it all of the way in. It kept working his insides as his mouth finally starting sucking. He tried to mumble something, regaining his ability to speak, but he was muffled by his own cock massaging his throat.

"Wow, he is quite flexible, isn't he? I'm quite envious," the kangaroo commented as he continued to watch the helpless wolf pleasure himself in front of them.

His mouth and tongue were too efficient for Crisp's own good. And having his finger rubbing along his prostate wasn't helping, either. Having someone watch him suck his own cock was one of the worst humiliations possible, and that only aroused him more to the point where he could feel himself approaching a climax. His cheeks were red hot with pain, pleasure, and embarrassment. It wasn't going to be too long. He could feel it building up.

Crisp's body didn't know any better. It only cared about finding relief whether the young wolf consciously wanted it or not. And the soft, wet feeling of his lips and tongue bobbing up and down along his long shaft provided exactly what it wanted. His balls started to swell as his seed started to leave. This time he groaned in pleasure by choice. The feeling was just too intense to ignore it.

His cum filled his cock before shooting out right into his mouth, filling it with a slightly salty flavor. Crisp's body jerked with satisfaction as he continued to spurt four more times, releasing the remaining of his own seed into his willing and eager mouth.

"Oh, do make him swallow it, brother," Cooper requested and Benedict was more than happy to oblige. The roo made a gesture with his paw and Crisp lapped up all the white goo in his mouth, collecting it into one big mass on his tongue.

The young wolf's body trembled as he attempted to fight his own body one last time. But it was useless. He tilted his head back, letting his cum drip to the back before downing the big glob of semen. He could feel it slide all the way down into his stomach.

Both the kangaroo and the otter started clapping. They'd seemed to enjoy the show even much more than Crisp's body did.

The young wolf was panting. His body felt satisfied but his mind felt violated. He felt kind of sick for even feeling pleasure and having an orgasm. Not to mention that somewhere, deep inside him, he was afraid that he may have actually enjoyed it.

"Okay," Crisp pleaded, "You've had your fun. Now will you please let me go?"

"Now, now, now - a good guest never leaves a party early," Cooper replied.

"My brother is right, my dear wolf," Benedict added, and those sly smiles returned to both of their transparent faces. "You're the life of the party. And the fun has only just begun, because we have a special gift for you."

A carved, wooden chest glided onto the dance floor from the corner of the ballroom.

"Open it up," he commanded.

Crisp's body did as the roo asked, crawling over to the box on his hands and knees. He undid the latch and wrapped his paws around the corner of the wooden rim. The lid crept open. And inside was a dazzling pair of sparkling green shoes. There was something more to them. It was more than just a curse.

"Put them on."

He reached into the chest and pulled out the bright green shoes. The soles had half-inch heels and were a beige color on the bottom.

"One at a time, please," Benedict added.

Crisp removed his left sneaker first and then replaced it with one of the green shoes. Even with just the one, he could feel a surge of supernatural energy shoot through his body from his toes to the tips of his fingers. He put on the other and that feeling only intensified.

Cooper started clapping, "They still sparkle like the day we got them!"

Crisp felt sick. He looked absolutely ridiculous. Not only was he in a pink pancake tutu matched with a pair of sparkling green shoes, but his junk was still on full display.

"Now dance for us again, wolf."

The kangaroo snapped his fingers and Crisp went right to work. However, this time he wasn't doing a ballet. Nope. This time he was tap dancing, and the shoes seemed to be doing all of the work for him. He didn't even know how to tap dance.

His feet and legs carried him all across the ballroom dance floor, tapping away gleefully. The young wolf's head was starting to heat up from fatigue, but his body wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop until they commanded it to stop. And he didn't know if that was _ever_going to happen. He was afraid he'd die of exhaustion before the thought of giving his body a break would cross their minds.

He didn't even know how his legs were doing it. If he wasn't being controlled by the shoes, he would have easily stumbled or collapsed by now. Tap, tap, tappity - they just wouldn't stop. And the whole time his dick and balls swayed freely outside the tutu, being recorded on camera. A camera he just HAD to bring.

"You've been the life of this party, little wolf," Benedict started and waved his paw to make Crisp stop. That was a welcome relief. He'd thought it'd never stop. _"But I've got another request for you,"_the roo added and Crisp could help but scream in his mind. He just wanted it all to end. He didn't care how it would end. It just needed to end.

Benedict raised his paws and gave a quick double-clap. Crisp's feet started moving, and along the bottom of his sight he saw - and heard - that the heels were tapping together. Heat rushed through his body, filling him up in one particular area. And in an instant, he had another raging boner standing firm and tall.

"They still work!" the otter beamed.

"That they do, my dear brother," the roo replied. "We're going to have loads of fun with this one."