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Leprechaun Servant For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon

Crisp sighed as he laid his bags down in the castle room, shaking his head a few times as he tried to get comfortable. Not the easiest of things in a room that was half frozen; castles were not as insulated as they looked.

The wolf sat down on the edge of his bed, looking out the window. At least he had a good view. The landscapes of Ireland were particularly beautiful this time of year, when the rain had let up and the good weather had settled in for a while. The lush green always made him smile; there was something about it that was utterly charming, for some reason.

"Can't believe that I actually won this little vacation."

It still boggled his mind; a competition that he'd barely remembered entering had actually paid off, leading him to leave the states and come waaaay out here in order to enjoy some time on the Emerald Isle. How lucky was -

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

He stood up as the door opened, looking down at the little staff member that walked in. He was wrinkly beyond measure, and had so many different gaudy green clothes on that it was impossible to tell just what he was. Species-wise, anyway; the costume was vaguely like that of a leprechaun, and the smile seemed to fit, but it was still a little off-putting. Particularly with the extreme height difference between the two of them.

"Oh, sorry. Did I forget something down at the desk?"

"Not at all, laddy. I was just checking to make sure ye were comfortable."

The irish accent normally put him at ease, but this one...it left him strangely concerned. Like there was something off about it, or something like that.

He shook his head.

"Nothing at all. Thanks for the room, by the way; do you think I'll see anyone else while I'm staying here?"

"Ah, laddy, this is the off-season, it is. You're the lucky man! You get to stay here all on your lonesome."

Crisp honestly wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he forced a smile anyway. He wanted to show his appreciation at the very least, particularly as he was getting this free and clear. The staff member smiled back, and turned back to the door.

"Anyway, lad, if there's anything we can do, just ring the bell by yer door. We'll be here in a jiffy."

Yeah, I'll be avoiding that.

"Of course, no problem."

He waved as the costumed staffer walked off, and then slumped back on his bed.

"Just go with it, Crisp. Tomorrow, you get to go touring, and then you won't have to deal with this all day."

It was getting late enough that he didn't want to head out, given the only real option at this point would be trying out the local tavern. Even that was a few miles down the road, though, and he didn't want to walk back in the dark.

So, the wolf flopped over on the bed, kicking off his shoes and flattening himself down. Normally, he would have changed clothes, but after the long flight, the longer car drive, and the longest check-in process that he'd ever gone through, he just didn't have the energy. He barely stopped to pull the blankets over him, and didn't even pull himself up to the pillows, his socked feet hanging off the edge of the bed.

His eyes closed, and soon, he was off in dreamland.

It was a weird dream, and one that he didn't understand. He floated above the room, and he could see himself on the bed, snoozing away. He blinked a few times, wondering if he was having some kind of out-of-body experience, but it didn't seem like it. He certainly couldn't feel anything that suggested it, and he wasn't feeling scared or in pain. It must have been a dream, if that was the case.

The door to the bedroom opened, and he blinked as five of the staff people walked in. Why would he be dreaming about this? And why...why were they carrying green shoes along with them?

He found himself floating down near them, watching as two of them grabbed him by the ankles, holding his legs up off of the bed. One of the wrinkled men - looking more like a leprechaun than ever, with his full beard - leaned in, dragging a finger down the wolf's sock. Crisp swore that he could almost feel it.

But that was nothing compared to the shock of seeing his sock change color. It rapidly went from a simple white to a green and white striped one, the new green strips shooting up along the bottom of it and then along his leg. The sock was getting longer, too, rising up from his ankle almost all the way towards his knees. And...

And he could definitely feel it. The wolf reached down, feeling at his ghostly leg, but he couldn't tug it down.

"Ah, the lad's well ready for this."

The man holding the shoes stepped forward, and as his fingers flickered with green light, Crisp finally realized the truth.

These men weren't costumed as leprechauns. They were actual supernatural creatures.

He stared as they lifted the shoes up one by one, slipping his sleeping toes into the mouths of the shoes. He blushed as he could feel his feet being forced in, jammed into the sparkly green shoes. They were squeezing at his feet with every inch that was slid in, and he squirmed, his dream-self feeling it far more than he wanted.

Closer and closer his heels came to the opening, and he wriggled around, feeling like he was about to lose something. What, he didn't know, but he felt the same as he had when he'd seen a stockade out in a village square. If that closed around him, he'd be stuck...with something, but nothing good.

But in his sleep, there was nothing he could do. The wolf was forced to watch as his feet were shoved in, his heels popping into the opening and getting sucked right in. He swore that the shoes were molding to his feet, somehow, and squeezing down on his toes and his heels and everything. Even in his dream form, he couldn't wiggle his toes, almost like they were trapped in place with some sort of padding.

The leprechauns turned him over, quickly tying his shoelaces. Somehow, even that was strangely stimulating, leaving him blushing for some reason as they tied the laces so tight, squeezing them into a knot that looked like he'd need scissors to get rid of.

They soon left, leaving him staring at his sleeping self, and hoping that this was just a very, very weird dream...

The sun came in through the opposite window it had gone down in, and the light quickly woke the wolf up. Crisp yawned as he stretched out his arms, and blinked as he realized that he was laying on his back. He remembered falling asleep on his stomach. Had he rolled over, or...

The dream!

He lurched upright, staring down towards his feet, and his eyes went wide.

It hadn't been a dream, and things had gone much further since he'd seen that. Not only were his feet utterly encased in the sparkling green shoes, but his legs were wrapped up to the knee in the same striped socks that he'd seen before. His pants were gone, and so was his shirt, leaving him in just a red pair of underwear...

And a pair that was tenting like mad, as well.

He blushed as he covered himself, swinging his legs to the sides. He had to find his suitcase and get some new clothes on before -

The door swung open with a bang, and Crisp immediately dropped his hands down to his crotch, covering what he hoped was nothing more than morning wood. He blushed heavily as the leprechaun from the night before stepped into the room, this time dressed in more...casual attire. And by casual, he meant that the little creature wasn't wearing pants, just a big green jacket that barely covered his privates.

"Ah, look at you laddy, already up and about, and bouncing around like a good little boy."

"What are you talking about? What are...what did you do to me last night?"

"Oh, just a wee little spell. After all, ya may have won the chance to travel, but ya didn't think we put up the money outta the goodness of our hearts, didya?"

"But...what could you -"

"Ah, but ya talk a lot. Come here, boyo."

The leprechaun snapped his fingers, and suddenly the shoes were moving on their own. Crisp gasped as they dragged him across the room, pulling him towards the leprechaun in a sudden tap dance. The clickety clack of the shoes against the floor left him bouncing up and down, and considering the big tent in his briefs, that meant that it was bouncing as well, smacking against his hands as he covered himself and making him blush as he held back his moans.

Soon he came to a...not quite a stop, as his feet kept dancing, smacking the shoes down into the wooden floors again and again, but he wasn't moving forward anymore. His leprechaun captor reached up, and he was shocked at the sheer strength in those little hands. Forced to expose himself, he could feel the little man staring at his crotch, and his cheeks burned all the hotter as a result.

"Ah, yer a fortunate boy, aintcha? Yer one of the ones that like the green shoes."

"The...what are the green shoes?"

"Well, they're what's on yer feet, ain't they?"

"Yeah, but -"

"Hee hee, you don't know the story of the green shoes, eh? Well, suck me cock and I'll tell ye about them."

He had no choice in the matter, finding himself falling to his knees in nothing flat. The wolf's cheeks burned hotter and hotter as he lifted the front of the leprechaun's jacket, exposing a rapidly hardening cock that was surrounded by ginger hair. He groaned as his face moved down to it, somehow controlled by the little man above him.

The taste of musk and pre flooded his mouth as he swallowed the head of the cock, forced to move his tongue around it and tasting a whole lot of pre. He groaned, the taste so new and so different, and it only got stronger as the leprechaun laid his hand on his head and pushed him down further.

"Ah, that's a good lad. Now where was I?

"Ah yes, the green shoes. Ya see, laddy, the green shoes are an old, powerful artifact of the wee folk. A little thing to make sure that you big boys don't start making things hard for us. After all, we were here long before yer kind.

"But it's not all bad. Ye'll be helping out around the castle, both with chores and with me and me clan; we ain't had a good bit of fun in a long while, ya know. The shoes will make it much easier for ye, ya know. Stronger, faster, harder; they'll keep ya in good shape."

Crisp had no idea of how that worked, but he did get the picture of what his life was going to be like. He grunted and gasped as the cock was forced in and out of his mouth, thanking what little luck he had that he had a muzzle and the shaft fit squarely inside of it, instead of heading down his throat. He was too new at this to be able to take that sort of thing, and he didn't want to offend them by gagging too much.

He was forced down to the base, swallowing the massive amount of fluid going into his mouth. He swore that he couldn't taste anything but salt and sex, and could feel the shaft starting to twitch over his tongue.

The leprechaun pulled him up and down a few more times before suddenly pulling out. His body changed position, egged on by the leprechaun's magic, and left him kneeling and leaning back, exposing his whole body as the little man jerked off.

When his captor came, the juices sprayed all over his chest, and over his underwear as well. The bulge was immediately soaked, and Crisp blushed as his cock jerked all the harder inside of his briefs, making it feel like his cock was getting teased as well.

His captor chuckled, putting his cock down and pulling his jacket back over it.

"Well, that was a good start to the morning. Let's get you down to the kitchen, and put you to work."

"What...what kind of work?"

"What do you think, boyo? Dishes! There's tons of dishes to do from last night, and now that we got a helper, we're gonna use him."

Well...at least that doesn't sound so bad.

It had been more than bad. The dishes weren't so much a pile as a mountain, and Crisp had almost fainted dead away at the sight of how much work there was to do. The wolf had never seen that many dishes at once in his life, not even when he'd done a stint of work in a restaurant during a rush hour. There had to have been weeks, if not months of work there.

And they'd told him to do it in a few hours.

His shoes had carried him over, even as he protested, but the complaints had fallen on deaf ears. Instead, he'd been made to start...

And for some reason, it worked. He didn't notice it at first, but the shoes were giving him more speed, more strength, more stamina. His fingers moved and dragged cloths over the dishes faster than he thought he could move before, and when he ran from one side of the kitchen to the other, he realized that he was moving in a blur, faster than people actually could move.

So...the shoes actually DO do something. Wow.

By the time that he was halfway through the task, he was actually having fun. He put the last dish up with flourish and a smile, watching it land in a pile with all the others. He had never actually felt accomplished with his chores before; maybe he'd always just needed a superpower or something.

He was about to look for something else to do when he heard the sound of someone clapping. The wolf turned, and blushed as he saw one of the leprechauns had snuck up on him. He started to reach down to cover himself, but his hands froze in mid-move, the green shoes glowing under him.

"Ah ah, boyo. Ye ain't trying to cover yerself because o' little ol' me, are ye?"

"W-well, maybe."

"Hehe, well, that ain't happening, boyo."

The leprechaun walked over, and the wolf burned with humiliation as the little man reached up and groped him through his underwear. The reminder of his continued boner did nothing for his confidence or his comfort, nor did the leprechaun's laughter.

"Aye, boyo, ye are such a pervert."

"I am not!"

"Really? With a boner such as that, bouncing about every time ye take a step? What'd ye call yerself, laddy? Looks like a boner boy to me."

He groaned, his cock twitching in his underwear, and it didn't stop as the little man walked behind him.

"Yeah, definitely a boner boy. We see them around here, ye know? Little men with cocks that they can't control. They need to be taken care of. Held in a good home, and put where they belong."

"W-where...where do they belong?"

"Oh, with people like us, ye know?"

A sudden push knocked him to all fours, and Crisp gasped as his underwear was yanked down in the back. There was just enough pressure to keep his cock contained, keep it tenting his underwear, but his ass was completely exposed, and apparently enticing the little man behind him, considering the finger sliding under his tail.

He couldn't even move as the leprechaun slipped in closer, dragging his finger over and around the wolf's rim. He moaned against his will, his cock bouncing and twitching in his undies as he imagined what would happen. Would it just be a finger, or would it be another new experience back there, just like this morning had been a new experience for his mouth?

"Hehe, why so glum, boyo? Put on a smile."

"I...I haven't - AH!"

He gasped, yelping as his hole was suddenly violated by a thick, gnarled finger. It pushed in deep, and he only stopped clenching his teeth when it found what had to be his prostate, rubbing it and making him shiver and whimper.

"Ah, see? The boner boy's got a sweet spot, don't he?"

"Y-yes..."

"Well, be a good boner boy, and ye'll get this petted plenty. Get me?"

"Yes..."

He wasn't sure that he wanted that to be his reward, but he couldn't think clearly enough to know if that was nerves or something else. The leprechaun stroked him again and again back there, and his cock kept jerking. The little chuckles from behind, the way that the leprechaun occasionally reached down and flicked his cock through his underwear, only made him harder, hornier.

"Oh boy, ye really are hopeless, aren't ye?"

"I...you did this to me...not my...fault..."

"Oh, sure, blame the little folk and their shoes."

"But -"

"Ye wanna know a secret, boyo?"

"Uh..."

"The shoes only work this well on someone that wants it."

He froze, even as the leprechaun added a second finger into his hole. The idea that he might have wanted this was wrong. He wasn't a pervert, and he definitely didn't want to be taken in as a slave when he was on vacation. It had to be a lie. It had to -

His train of thought was completely derailed as a third finger slid in, leaving him biting his lip and tensing up in a desperate attempt not to blow his load too early. He shivered, his cock dripping into his pants, his boner throbbing soooo hard.

"Hehehe, ye want more, don't ye, boy? Why don't ye tell ol' Sean what ye want."

"I...I don't want..."

"Ye want it, boy. All ye gotta do is tell me."

"I'm not...not a pervert."

"Heh, and I'm not a leprechaun. Right."

The fingers slipped out of him, and Crisp hated that he felt so empty. He shivered as his ass burned, his boner throbbing. He half expected a cock to follow up, and he even started lifting his ass to make it easier...

Except that it never came.

He looked up as Sean started walking away, and blushed.

"W-...I thought you were -"

"Hehehe, not yet, laddy. I aim to make ye admit ye're a boner boy, a pervy little boyo. Until then, ye'll just have to deal with that tented underwear o' yers."

The leprechaun walked away, and Crisp slowly got back to his feet. He looked back and forth, suspecting a trick, but there was nobody else around, and Sean definitely didn't seem to be coming back.

His boner throbbed, and he was halfway towards reaching for it before he stopped himself. He had to hold back; if he acted like a pervert, then they'd treat him like one, and then he'd never get out of here.

But what was he to do? There was no way that he could match any magic, and it wasn't like there was anyone else around to help him. The room didn't even have a phone, and he doubted he'd be able to get away long enough to get to town and ask to borrow one. Let alone get one, in his state.

Suddenly, a bell rang, and his shoes started tap-dancing him across the kitchen to the primitive horn intercom system at the wall.

"Y-yes?"

"Keep on working, laddy, we got plenty o' chores to do. Get yourself on up to room 405; there's a good pole that needs polishing."

"Is...is this a real pole, or is that a euphemism?"

"Hehe, come on up and find out."

He groaned at that, knowing that this was likely going to be another one of the clan using him, but his shoes were already carrying him along, his boner bouncing around in the front of his pants and his ass bouncing in the back.

What am I gonna do?

The End