Darn Those Shoes (commission for FriskeCrisps)
Crisp fidgeted at his desk, his fluffy gray and white tail flopping limply behind the seat for the thousandth time. He wasn't alone; it wasn't as if 7th-grade English was riveting the rest of the class into their chairs either, but there was only a few days until summer break, which made all the students restless, and the summer day was bright and sweltering, which caused all sorts of annoying itches and twinges in the students' furs.
Crisp stealthily let his eyes wander around to observe the other furs in his grade. To the right of him, Phil the boar was surely seconds away from snoring, his face rested on one propped arm and his mouth hanging open, vertical tusks protruding. Right in front of Crisp was Suzanne, the pretty rabbit, who was darting her eyes back and forth between the big dry erase board at the front of the classroom, and her cell phone in her lap. She was always tapping out text messages during classes, but the English teacher Ms. Staley was always too absorbed in sentence-diagramming or plot-outlining to notice or care. Suzanne tapped her phone one last time and then her long ears relaxed in front of Crisp, just as the jackal girl Brook, to Crisp's left, glanced down at her own cell. Probably texting back and forth about their boy drama, Crisp thought with a roll of his eyes. The two seemed to live for gossiping about who was with who, or who was with THEM.
The last person Crisp glanced to was his friend Roger, a tubby bear sitting in the very front corner of the class. The wolf boy watched his buddy shifting uncomfortably in his seat, twisting a pencil between two fingers and casting desperate looks at the clock on the side wall. The two had plans to get in Roger's family pool for the first time of the summer after school let out today...and with the simmering heat and endlessly stretching lecture time, that couldn't come soon enough.
A glance of his own at the clock told Crisp that the class period was still only halfway over. The wolf had to make himself not groan aloud and instead just shifted his feet under the desk, peeking under to admire his shiny red high-top sneakers. He'd begged his mom to buy them and promised he'd make better grades if she did. The bright red and white of the leather complimented his most comfortable white shorts with the red stripe, and the splash on neon green on the shoes' tongues made them really pop. Crisp loved the bright colors against his dusky gray furs, and the shoes were so new they still even squeaked a little bit when he flexed his feet.
The very shoes that he promised to pay attention in class for, though, were currently distracting him from doing just that. Ms. Staley's last reiteration of what material would appear on the class's final test faded into a vague haze around Crisp as he zoned out and wiggled his toes inside the sneakers. He was forgetting all about his promise, and that just wouldn't do...
Crisp suddenly sniffed the air, puzzled. What was that off smell? He glanced around furtively, trying to see if anyone was giggling or showing any other sign of having caused something, but none of them seemed to have noticed or set off anything. Crisp tentatively sniffed again. It was definitely there, even more this time. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, really, just a lightly sour sort of musk in the air around him. He dared to lean down slightly and sniff closer to his desk. To his alarm, the smell seemed to be stronger down there. In a near-panic, his eyes darted around again but still no one else was showing signs of noticing anything.
The wolf fidgeted even more in his seat, becoming very uncomfortable and nervous all of a sudden. It smelled a little like...his feet? He was sure he'd washed them and put on clean socks! And the shoes were almost brand new...
But even more uncomfortably, the poor wolf was squirming from the pressure in his pants. Despite his increasing nervousness, all the squirming around in his chair was causing his penis to swell up. And every time he got another whiff of the funny smell, it seemed that his cock twitched and erected even more.
He was now desperate for the class to be finally over, but barely any time had passed and there was no end in sight while his predicament worsened. He squeezed his legs together, trying to suppress the growth of his cock, but the pressure only made it even more excited. Soon he had a full boner, the tip pressing straight up against the fly of his shorts. And as the arousal was intensified (why did it seem like it only happened when he got a sniff of that smell?!!!), the wolf boy felt his tip start to get sticky with what would surely end up being a much more noticeable pool of pre.
Crisp's fidgeting was now at the level of noticeability that Suzanne's long ears slightly perked up in annoyance in front of him. Desperate to control himself, the wolf choked down a moan and tried to sit as still as possible while his penis only leaked and throbbed more and more. And then, the seed of a terrifying thought began to sprout in his mind. It surely wasn't coming from him...and every time he noticed the musk intensify, the idea became more insistent...and more controlling.
He shut his eyes, trying to block it out and push it down, barely able to even keep his aroused and fearful whimpering down. His tail was tense behind him and his legs were clenched harder than ever. He tried to concentrate on ANYTHING else...picturing his perfect new shoes in an effort to calm his boner down and shove away the ever-burgeoning drive in his mind: the drive that was telling him to take his shorts off right at his desk.
The part of Crisp's mind that was panicking and protesting that urge was quickly being overtaken by the commanding and overwhelming need to obey. And with his eyes screwed shut, he didn't notice that the long laces on his sneakers were starting to untie themselves and snake around in the air on their own.
Finally his resistance weakened completely, and the foreign command to take down his shorts overpowered him, his hands trembling as they moved almost of their own will down to his fly. He wanted to keep it quiet, but the jingling of his belt buckle and the soft snap of his pants button, as well as the increased movement, inevitably drew attention.
Brook was the first one to say anything, raising her hand in the air while staring at Crisp with a disgusted look and wrinkled nose. Ms. Staley sighed and called her name. "Yes, Brook?"
"Crisp is taking his pants off!" The hand she had raised dropped to accusingly point at the poor controlled wolf boy behind her. Everyone's head snapped around to where Crisp sat. He was unable to stop the process now, continuing to unzip his shorts even as his classmates and teacher gasped in shock upon realizing Brook's accusation was all too true.
"Mr. Crisp! Just what are you doing?!" The leopardess teacher cried sternly. The wolf couldn't even answer verbally, only whimpering helplessly as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and started to shuck them down. "Mr. Crisp!" The teacher shouted sharply again, but the boy couldn't stop. Down the shorts went, exposing more and more of the tight red briefs underneath. And when the pants reached his knees, there was another gasp from those nearest Crisp, who could clearly see the perfect vertical tent rising from his fly.
"He's...HARD!" Brook crowed, pointing directly at the wolf's crotch as his shorts fell down around his shoes with the sound of a flop. Now even Phil had awoken, and was turned around in his seat, staring agog at Crisp taking his pants down.
"Mr. Crisp! I'm giving you one chance to stop immediately before I give you a lot worse than detention!" Crisp could only moan in answer and pull his feet through the leg holes of his shorts, stepping out of them completely and then obeying the next urge imparted to him: removing his t-shirt. Up over his head it went, exposing his thin chest, before it joined his shorts on the floor under his desk. Now he sat in only his underwear, and even that was leaving little to the imagination at this point.
Suzanne was the next to speak up. "Ew! It's all wet too! Ms. Staley, make this freak put his pants back on, we can all see his...thing!!"
The leopard instructor had far more fitting punishments in mind, however. "Crisp, come up here to the board. Now!" The wolf whined and squirmed, trying to squeeze his legs and hide his leaking erection, but that only made it harder and stickier. Still under full control of that odd scent and having to do whatever he was told, he slowly lifted up the desktop away from his lap and levered it to the up position. Now everyone could clearly see the obviously bulging front of his bright red briefs, and the spreading sticky wet spot where the tip of his penis was. Crisp heard Phil and a couple other students snicker at the sight while he held tight to the sides of his seat, trying to outlast the compulsion to do as he was told and further humiliate himself, but it was too strong. He had to let go and stand up, awkwardly hunched over and with his legs together to try to minimize the visibility of his protruding penis.
"I said to the front of the classroom, Crisp." The wolf stared at the floor as his feet began to move, noticing for the first time the strange behavior of his shoelaces. They were waving around in the air like coiling snakes, completely untied now and free to do whatever they wanted. He was almost afraid that as he walked they would try to trip him, but he made it to the front of the classroom without incident except for the wet spot in his underwear spreading even more.
Ms. Staley erased everything that was on the board at the time and held out the marker to the nearly naked boy. "Write repeatedly on the board: 'I will not get boners in class'." Crisp looked up at her, dumbfounded, while the entire class burst into raucous laughter. Their uptight English teacher had just said "boner"! The skin on Crisp's face burned hotter than it ever had before as all of his classmates and friends just laughed at his humiliating punishment. He had one last place to turn...Roger.
His eyes meekly met his buddy's, who quickly stopped laughing when he noticed his friend's pleading gaze. There was nothing to be done, though, and what Crisp didn't know was the musk from his shoes, while odorless to everyone but him, had affected everyone in the room and made them go along with the punishment the wolf was to receive. Roger just shrugged and continued staring at his friend's boner, secretly has as much fun ridiculing him as everyone else was.
Crisp reluctantly took the marker from his teacher, uncapping it and reaching up as high as he could. Letter by letter, he spelled out the first iteration of his punishment phrase. The laughter from the classroom swelled again as he reached "boners", erupting in another fit once the word was finished. It only served to make the wolf even more painfully aware of the equally painful and uncomfortable boner he was sporting and showing off to everyone in the room.
He restarted the phrase under the first one, hand trembling in a terrifying mixture of embarrassment and arousal. His cock flexed and leaked inside his underwear, which didn't go unnoticed by the onlookers. Another wolf boy in the front row pointed right at it and exclaimed, "His penis just jumped! Guys look, it's leaking even more!" The other students in the front craned around to see Crisp's throbbing erection.
"Yeah, it's just getting worse!" Crisp winced at hearing Roger's voice point it out now, but it made his cock give another spasm, drawing a moan from Crisp's lips, which in turn caused a round of giggles from the class.
"Is he LIKING this? Oh god that's so weird!" Suzanne laughed even as she was grossed out. The stream of casually mocking remarks from the class only intensified as Crisp wrote the sentence over and over again on the board, the marker squeaking much as his shoes still were when he shifted from foot to foot, trying to find a way to stand that wouldn't make his boner so prominent in the front of his briefs. It was no use, though. At the tip of his penis was now a sizable and almost frothy spot where he leaked every time his length gave a twinge. Which was often now, and didn't go unnoticed at all by the staring eyes of his classmates.
"Is he gonna jizz?"
"That's so gross!"
"How is he so hard from us just looking at him almost naked?!"
"Ms. Staley, if he cums, you should make him lick it up!"
"What a weirdo, just taking his clothes off in front of everyone..."
The wolf boy tucked his tail tightly between his legs, trying to hide his nearly-bare butt from the view of the other students. He tried to concentrate only on writing with his shaky hand, but keeping his moans down and willing himself to not cum any second were severe distractions.
Then something even stranger and more humiliating happened. It was Roger that first noticed and pointed it out. "Whoa, look at his shoelaces!"
There was a gasp from the class as they all noticed for the first time what was happening with Crisp's shoes. The laces were indeed waving around in the air all by themselves, weaving in and out between each other in a vaguely sinister way. The tips of them even started to caress the fur on Crisp's legs, only exacerbating the shivering erotic sensations shooting through the boy's body.
"They're MOVING!!"
"What the hell?!"
"Is that what's making him hard?"
"I think it is! He's getting a boner from his SHOES!"
The incredulity of the other students gave way to the most derisive laughter yet, and Crisp's head hung in utter shame. He loved those shoes...and now the shiny new sneakers were humiliating him, and everyone was making fun of them.
He finally filled the entire board with copies of his punishment sentence, and looked pleadingly at the leopardess instructor. Ms. Staley sighed and crossed her arms. "Well, since copying lines didn't seem to be effective in getting rid of that shameful display of yours..." she admonished, indicating Crisp's prominent boner with disapproving eyes, "you'll require further appropriate punishment." She looked out over the class and if they would have been paying more attention to her instead of staring at the wolf in his underwear, they might have noticed the slightest hint of a smirk curling the edges of her mouth. "Crisp, put the marker down and turn around to face the class please."
Crisp fumblingly capped the dry erase marker and placed it on the ledge below the board. He kept his head down, ears flattened, and tail firmly tucked while he reluctantly about-faced, his boner now aiming directly toward the classroom at large. There were plenty of giggles and barely-stifled snorts at the full-on view of the nearly dripping tented fabric. Crisp clenched his hands and winced, awaiting further instructions from his teacher.
"Now since you seem to want to be naked in front of everyone anyway, why don't you just go ahead and take off those silly little briefs of yours then?"
Crisp's eyes shot wide open as a roar of laughter came from the class. He tried to protest over the din: "B-but Ms. Staley...I don't WANT to be totally naked...they'll all laugh even more..."
Even the suggestion of mischief that was there before now completely disappeared from the instructor's demeanor. "It's not an option, young man, it's your punishment! You were the one who started it, and your penalty is to finish the job. Now get to it or I'm going to send you to the principal's office in your underwear and make HIM pull them down!"
The wolf's mind spun and hummed. Ms. Staley couldn't really be asking him to take off his underwear in front of everyone, could she? No one else had ever seen him naked, and if he complied with her punishment prescription, then EVERYONE would. But then he pictured the alternative she mentioned...being made to walk through the whole school in his wet briefs...big bull Principal Allen being shocked at the sight of the lewdly leaking boy...him reading the note from Ms. Staley and kneeling down to shuck down Crisp's underwear himself... Crisp didn't know if the leopard lady was serious about making him do all that, but with a huge mental sigh, he realized that he couldn't afford to risk it and call her bluff. His fingers trembled more than ever as he hooked his thumbs in the sides of the elastic waistband of his briefs.
"Oh man, he's actually gonna do it!"
"Holy crap, he's gonna get naked!"
"Ew! Ms. Staley, do we HAVE to look at this nerd's junk?!"
"Bet it's even smaller than it looks anyway!"
Crisp shot one last desperate, shameful glance at Roger, who was simply watching, looking mildly confused and conflicted but making no move to stop anything that was going on. Crisp's face burned as he realized even his friend was betraying him and wanted to see his humiliation complete.
"NOW, Crisp!" Ms. Staley warned.
The wolf boy let out a throaty whine but then started lowering his underwear. He leaned down along with them to hide the initial reveal of his privates as the painful boner flopped against his stomach with a little smack, leaving a little matted puddle of pre in the fur there. He stayed bent over for as long he as he could stall, fiddling with the leg holes of his briefs to untangle them from the unruly shoelaces so he could step out of them. But, with that done, he had no excuse to so hide himself any longer. He balled up his hands and screwed his eyes shut...and straightened up to stand as erect as his hopelessly horny cock.
The giggles from the class were more nervous now, but no less frequent. Some of the more squeamish students (mostly the girls) hid their eyes and laughed, but plenty more stared intently at the wolf's privates. Suzanne especially was barely able to contain her titters with her hands over her mouth as she goggled at the wolf's parts.
Crisp whimpered and re-flattened his ears, crossing his arms in front of himself and placing his hands over his genitals.
The most stunned gasp yet rose from the class as the laces of the wolf's high-tops came even more alive, weaving in out to remove themselves from the holes in the front of the sneakers. When only one loop of each was left, the laces rose up almost as tall as Crisp himself was, and wrapped themselves around his wrists, tugging them firmly away from covering himself. The boy was just even more shocked and fearful than his classmates, and tried to resist, but his panic as the surreal situation made his weaken his clenching hands. It didn't take much for his shoelaces to pull his arms back and expose him again.
Now the class spoke more in hushed whispers, watching the even more supernatural turn of events with a little fear but still with the giddiness of seeing their dorky classmate naked and hard. Roger's eyes were the widest, torn between concern for his friend and not wanting to be laughed at by the class for trying to help. Plus, if the shoelaces were capable of what they were currently doing, he didn't know if he even COULD do much to help...
Crisp trembled in the laces' grasp for a minute, now choking down sobs of fear and humiliation. His penis throbbed and leaked, its arousal not receding even a millimeter despite the mild horror of the shoelaces controlling him. That same horror also kept him from resisting when one end of a lace unraveled from one arm, snaking down to coil under his scrotum and around his cock. The squeezing only made his junk swell and stand out more, the veins in his dick starting to pop out. As soon as the laces wrapped around him, Crisp let out a loud moan and he very nearly came, but something about the still-lingering smell from his shoes (that only he seemed to notice) kept him from going over the edge.
He watched in whimpering fascination and dread as one of the laces unwrapped from his other arm and lowered toward his crotch. He heard the excited whispers from around the room...
"Whoa, what's THIS one gonna do?"
"Look at his cock bulging like that, SURELY he's gonna cum..."
"Loser can't even fight off some shoestrings!"
The plastic-wrapped tip of the lace teasingly ran up the underside of Crisp's boner, tickling the dripping frenulum and drawing another intense moan from the boy. Then the tip began to tease the opening of the urethra, already amazingly well-lubricated from all the leakage.
"No, no, no no no no no!!" Crisp pleaded to nobody in particular, but the shoelace paid no attention. The plastic tip slipped into the wolf's penis with ease.
The class's laughter resumed in gale-force. Some of them almost had tears running down their faces and were rolling on their desks from laughing at the shoelace slipping into Crisp's cock. Only the very tip of it remained in there, but its slight wiggling was enough to keep the boner twitching and jerking consistently. The wolf flattened his ears completely, staring down in utter shame at his erection being violated.
Just as he was beginning to feel a little light-headed from his constant pent-up arousal, Crisp heard Ms. Staley say, "Alright, I believe that's enough for now. Crisp, you may resume your seat, but you are to stay naked for the rest of the class period, do you understand?"
Crisp was so relieved at the prospect of not being the full center of attention anymore that he nodded enthusiastically without even pondering the fact that he'd still be fully nude sitting at his desk. The shoelaces seemed to agree with the teacher and let go of his balls, unwinding from his arms as well. But as the wolf moved a foot to take the first awkward step back to his seat, they showed that they still had at least one more humiliation in mind.
They quickly tied themselves together in a complicated knotty mess, right around Crisp's feet. He didn't even finish the first step before his foot tugged on the knot and he overbalanced, flailing his arms and teetering for a second before losing control completely and tripping forward. He just managed to catch himself with his palms, saving his face (not to mention his stiff cock) from an unpleasant encounter with the hard floor.
The class was in a complete uproar now, boys and girls alike slamming their fists on their desks, trying to catch their breath. They couldn't believe they'd just seen the shoes singlehandedly lay the wolf flat, naked and writhing on the floor for everyone to point and jeer at. They just crowed and watched him struggle to get back on his feet, the massive knot between his shoes making it incredibly hard to keep balanced. They goaded him on all the way back to his desk as he shuffled, sliding one foot in front of the other as far as the knotted laces would let him go, making his boner swing from side to side in front of him as if it was a scythe clearing the way back to his seat.
Tail still tucked all the way between his legs, Crisp flopped into his desk chair, training his eyes only on the floor as he lowered the desktop back into place over his lap. He couldn't bear to make eye contact with anyone, not even Roger across the room. He was still totally butt-naked except for his sneakers, the evil knot between them refusing to budge.
Ms. Staley resumed lecturing and listing, almost as if nothing at all had interrupted her. But the other kids were now distracted too, stealing looks at Crisp squirming naked in his seat. The wolf himself was far beyond being able to listen now, grasping the sides of his chair until his knuckles were white. He was desperate not to cum, not now when it'd spray everywhere all over his desk, but the pressure was building and he didn't know if he'd be able to stop it anymore.
"Hey. Homo. You okay up there?"
Crisp blushed and continued staring right at his desktop. He didn't dare look to see who was taunting him now in a low whisper.
"Wolf, we're talking to you!"
"Aw, I think he's just shy. Or the little fagboy's trying too hard to not cum after we punished him for drifting off."
Crisp's ears perked up now in confusion. Who could possibly...
Then he realized. He looked under his desk at his sneakers.
They each had two eyes, leering up at him from beside the tongues of the shoes. It was them. They were his last tormentors, as well as the instigators of it.
"Yeah, it's us, kid. Seems like you're actually enjoying your punishment too much, eh?"
"Just look at his dick. Hard as a brick. Nice balls, too, glad I got a feel of them up there."
"Well we might as well get more of a feel then. He does like it after all, even if everyone can see him. Hey, queer, you like us making you show off for everyone, don't you?"
Crisp was speechless. He was hearing the voices of his SHOES. Like the smell, no one else seemed to be aware of this new development, but the kids immediately around him did notice when the laces snaked back up his legs and started to rub his genitals again. Crisp gulped and gripped his chair even tighter. It wasn't gonna take much...
It didn't. As soon as one shoelace wrapped around his dick, Crisp closed his eyes and shuddered, moaning loudly as he came. His cock spurted into the air, most of the jizz landing on the desktop. Brook shrieked and pointed at the display, and there were several other cries of "Gross!" throughout the room, as well as some smarmy snickering from the shoes.
"Heh, bit of a hair-trigger there, huh, wolf?"
"Li'l fag gets off on people watching him get off, I guess."
"That'll teach him to pay attention in class."
The hubbub got the attention of the teacher again, the leopardess whipping to see the last shot of Crisp's spurting cock. The tiny smirk was back on her face.
"Well, Crisp, look what you've done now. I think Ashley had an excellent idea earlier...if you make a mess, you should always clean it up. Lick you desk clean, please."
The naked wolf's head was still reeling and bewildered from the orgasm, and he was mentally exhausted enough to not even protest this time. He lowered his muzzle to the desk and began lapping up the sticky ropy lines of his jizz. His classmates watched in revulsion, some giggling and some making fake retching sounds. But not one of them missed a single second of Crisp's utter and complete humiliation.
* * *
Roger was early that day. He was excited because his family was finally going to fill the pool again for the first time this summer. Usually he got to Crisp's house right on time to get on the bus to school with his friend, but today he woke up early in anticipation of the fun they'd have after school. A good half an hour before they had to be on the bus, the bear boy burst into Crisp's house, wondering if his wolf buddy would still be asleep.
Crisp's mom was in the kitchen fixing them both a quick breakfast, getting out bowls, cereal, and spoons. "Hi, Roger, you're early!"
"I couldn't sleep! Is Crisp up?"
The wolf lady laughed. "No, you know he's such a heavy sleeper and he hates waking up early. Why don't you go get him up? You'd probably have better luck at it than me!"
"Okay!"
Roger bounded up the stairs to Crisp's room. Peeking inside the door, he saw a wolf-shaped lump still on the bed. He shook his head slightly. How could his friend be asleep?! School was almost out, it was summer, and they'd have all afternoon in the big above-ground pool and the sun. And the sooner they got to school, the sooner they could leave!
Roger heedlessly burst into the room without taking a good look first. "Hey, wake up! We gotta...we..."
He trailed off as he took in what he was seeing. His cheeks flushed and he felt funny.
Crisp was lying on his back in only his red briefs, the covers kicked off almost completely. The front of the bright red underwear was fully tented out and upwards, clearly outlining the rock-hard penis contained in them. At the tip was a nearly foaming mass of precum, surely having been profusely leaked there for several minutes now. The wolf was lightly moaning and squirming in his sleep. Roger managed to catch a snippet...
"Ohhhh no no please don't make me lick it all up..."
The bear started to laugh. At first a giggle, and then a snort, then a full-on belly laugh. It was just too funny. He could see Crisp with a raging boner in his underwear, leaking everywhere and having some weirdo dream. He got out his flip phone and turned on the camera. He'd joke about this with Crisp forever!
He didn't even know about the visions of sinister shoes, humiliating nudity, and mocking classmates that filled his wolf friend's mind right at that moment. If only he DID know...that'd be something to REALLY make fun of!