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The Education of Crisp Chapter 9: Letter of the Law For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon

"So, Crisp is being held by his brother, is he? Hmmm...that would complicate things."

Draconicon shook his head as the hyena thug squirmed under his foot, keeping the minion pinned as he let all the new information jumble around in his head, the different pieces rebounding off of each other as he processed it all.

The fact that his student had been kidnapped was...not entirely surprising. There were times in the old days, back before the modern civilities with magic, that it had happened as well. It was a means of stealing information from the master without having to go toe to toe with someone potentially much stronger than you, and it also gave one leverage over that master, if the student mattered at all. Considering part of his reputation, Draconicon almost expected that to happen at some point or another.

However, the kidnappers weren't mages, and that was the sticking point.

I really should screen my employers in the future, Draconicon thought with a shake of his head. When a student of mine has family members that hate magic that much, I really should know about it before they take action.

Once more, the hyena thug wriggled under his foot, and this time, Draconicon shifted his foot to the side, giving the gunman a chance to speak.

"You...better stop this...or else..."

"I think you're beyond threats at this point. You had the drop on me, and I still managed to put you all on the ground with no effort at all."

"Heh...not against you...but against Crisp."

"...Keep talking."

"Move that fucking foot, then..."

Glaring, the black dragon slowly moved his leg, dragging his large foot off of the smaller mammal. The hyena rolled to the side, getting to his feet with a groan, waving at the air a few times in front of his nose.

"Man, that stinks."

"Cut to the chase. What are you talking about?"

"Orders, dragon. Looks like we can't kill you, but you take one step outside of this house, your student's done for. If we see you disappear, if we think that you're outside, then you'll be signing that boy's death warrant."

"Seems like someone isn't a complete idiot."

"His brother knows something about you magic users."

"Or he's just evil."

The hyena shrugs.

"He signs my paychecks, that's all I ask for."

"I don't suppose you could at least tell me his name."

"I don't see how it matters to you. But..."

He smiled.

"Tell you what. You give me a mage's word of honor that you won't try to leave the house, and I'll tell you the name. I don't know if that old story about mages giving their word means a damn thing, considering how messed up you lot are, but whatever it takes..."

"...I give you my word."

"Heh, good. His name's Charles."

Draconicon nodded. A name. A name was always good, when it came down to magic. He gestured towards the door as the other thugs - those still conscious - started getting up as well.

"You can all leave. You have my word not to leave, and it's not like I can sneak by you, at this point."

The hyena nodded, and the various gunmen started walking out, a few of them dragging their unconscious friends along with them. They hurried towards the door and disappeared, the hyena shutting it behind him as Draconicon pressed a hand to his chin.

This was...a problem. Now that he knew who the brother was, he knew who to chase. He even knew how to find the guy, and the dragon had more than a few ideas of how he could get Crisp back. Even someone rich and powerful enough to arrange this sort of thing would break eventually, and as soon as he got this Charles alone, he could get started, but...

But at the same time, Charles and Crisp might not be in the same place, and if he took too long, Crisp would die. Much as it galled him, he couldn't risk leaving the house, not while it was a threat to his student's life.

On the other hand...

Draconicon looked over his shoulder, at the door that led down to Crisp's basement. Just by looking at it, he could feel the little bits of magic oozing from the lower levels, magic that wasn't entirely sealed up, magic that was fighting to get free. Particularly a sort of magic that he'd sealed up just recently, which had given him a little inspiration.

If spirits and creatures can be sealed into things, that means that something can be unsealed from its natural container. A spirit may leave the body, unseen, and wander, as long as it eventually came back. Likely, the body would survive the departure, become a husk...

The theory had come to him when he and Crisp had sealed the demons his student had summoned into a pair of shoes and some underwear. Before he could test it further, the shoes had disappeared, and he was reluctant to work any major magic when something that possessive was wandering around in the world. Particularly something like that, which would likely want revenge, and if his body was empty at the time...

Well, he'd have to be quick, and careful.

Draconicon got up from the couch and unlocked the basement door. Almost immediately, he felt the power of the magic downstairs rippling through the air, oozing out through the open door in the split second that he left it open. It left a tingle under his feet as he walked down the stairs, and it ran up his legs like pleasant, rubbing hands. He ignored it as best he could, but it was very, very difficult.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and turned his head. There, by the water heater, was the source of it all.

Seven crates, innocuous looking, housed seven powerful magical items, all of them things that he had either bought in his youth or made when he had the power. The seventh was the pair of underwear that held an incubus, while the others were a little more...conventional.

The dragon felt the power of the demon as he approached, feeling the strangely sexual energy that the briefs put off as he stood beside them. They urged him to wear them, to feel them wrapping around his dick and giving him pleasure. Even though he knew from experience how draining it would be, his cock started to rise upwards as a result.

He forced himself to ignore it, and instead sat down, pulling his legs together in the lotus position among the different enchanted items. If this worked out as he hoped, then the aura of the other items would cancel out the demon briefs' ensnaring power, and he would remain safe. Not to mention that all of those together would make him harder to find, if a certain pair of sneakers came looking.

Draconicon closed his eyes, and started taking deep breaths. In...and out...in...and out...

I'm coming, Crisp...I'm coming.

Crisp groaned under the strange concoction that filled his veins, the various chemicals that Charles used making him lightheaded to the extreme, and that was only the start. The different things the older wolf injected him with ranged from pure fire running through his veins to something more like ice, making him go from overheated and burning up to freezing cold by turns.

Charles leaned over him every time, whispering about how much of a traitor he was to the family, how his magic studies were a disgrace to the business and everything that they stood for.

Even now, with him shivering and whimpering from how cold the world felt, his brother leaned over him, squeezing his jaw, and shaking his head.

"You turned your back on everything that we stood for, brother. You made yourself our enemy. This is your fault. Your fault, and nobody else's."

"P-p-pretty sure...you're the one...t-t-that decided t-t-o torture me..."

His brother shoved him back onto the table, the metal smacking the back of his head from the impact. Crisp was almost past caring about that, his eyes rolling back in his skull from the impact, and from the cold.

If he thinks...this'll get him my shares...he's wrong...

The business was the only thing that he still had from the family. Admittedly, he didn't even have all of it. He only had a portion of the shares, and he never came to the meetings that directed the company. All he did was hold his part, invest the money that came from it, and then ignored everything that his family did. As much as he could, at least.

Yet, now...

He wondered, why did they want it? It had to be more than simply the 'disgrace' of having a mage on the board of owners. Was there something -

A flicker of a needle caught his attention just before it jabbed into his arm. Liquid fire ran down his veins, and he groaned as the temperature made the abrupt shift from cold to hot, leaving him panting again, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as the heat swarmed through him, burning through his body like a wildfire.

Charles shook his head above him.

"You are lasting much longer than any of the family would have credited you for. Perhaps you remember who you are better than your actions show."

"Or maybe...I just hate you...that much."

"Both are possible, brother."

Charles leaned in, and this time, Crisp felt something a little...different. The heat wasn't just a torturing burn, but something else, like he'd been hit with something...weirder. His thoughts were hazy, and his mind felt fuzzy, and...

And he was...getting hard.

The near-naked wolf felt the slightest of blushes as his underwear started bulging, getting more and more full of his growing hard-on. He could barely look down, but he saw the material pushing forward in the front, the y-front sliding around and showing just a hint of the flesh beneath the fabric.

His brother didn't miss it, and to his shock, Charles grabbed him down there. Crisp barely bit back the moan in his throat at feeling someone else's hand on his dick, and was suddenly thankful for the restraints keeping him from moving.

Charles stroked him, slowly, squeezing him through his underwear.

"I'm going to try everything I have. Anything that can get you to break, Crisp. If you won't break from chemical torture, perhaps you will lose your focus to desperation. I hear that mages are particularly deviant creatures, so I'll have to get inventive regarding that...but for the family, I'll do anything."

"You...you call me deviant? Who's the one...stroking their brother's cock?"

"You aren't my brother. You stopped being my brother when you started studying magic."

Crisp groaned as that hand squeezed his cock hard, starting to milk him through his underwear. It felt...felt much better than it should have, and his eyes started rolling back in their sockets again. His toes curled, and his head felt fuzzier and fuzzier.

"It's only a matter of time until the family declares you missing, and finds a way to execute your will without the dragon being involved. You will lose everything, sooner or later. The only question is how long you fight it, and how much harder you make it on yourself. Just give in, and maybe you'll be able to keep some bit of your old life rather than losing everything that you have."

The younger wolf did his best to hold onto the reminder that his brother had put him into this situation. He tried to hold onto his hate, his rage, to everything that Charles had put him through and all that he probably planned to put him through...

But it was so hard. His head was getting fuzzier and fuzzier, almost like when the demons had been playing with him, and this time, he didn't even have his magic to work against it. He couldn't focus enough to hold it off, as the chemical burned through his brain.

His brother squeezed the fabric of his soaked underwear, getting it pressed tight to his cock to the point where it actually made him shiver. The younger wolf moaned, his hips twitching, trying to thrust against that grip, his balls feeling so heavy the longer that this went on. He felt like he hadn't cum for days.

"You can't fight against this concoction, Crisp. The family made this from every aphrodisiac that we could find in the natural world. It's been sold to men all over the world, seeking to unthaw their frigid wives. It will break you. It will break every taboo that you have, and you will give me what I want, for the simple need to finish, to climax."

Crisp knew that was the truth, even with the haze over his mind. The heat was too powerful to resist forever...he needed...needed help...

Crisp...

The voice...familiar...who...

_Crisp. It looks like you've gotten yourself into another sticky situation. Perhaps you might want a little help?

...Drac? Is that you?

It is. Looks like you're tied up, but your hands are still capable of movement. Let's get you out of this before your brother takes it too far.

Alright...how...I can't think...

Let me in, and I'll do it._

With the slightest of nods, Crisp opened his mind as far as he could, and he felt something sliding in, almost like it was slipping through a gap in his forehead. It pushed through his skull and into his mind, and it almost felt like something was sliding into his arms and legs, pulling him on like a hazard worker would be pulling on a suit.

Tingles filled him from head to toe, and not the chemical ones that he was used to. Charles was muttering something, still stroking him, but the feeling felt further away than it used to. Instead, he was more conscious of a strange, prickly feeling that was running along his feet, and then up his legs. And just how uncomfortable his tail suddenly felt, as if it was getting bigger...thicker?

_What's going on?

A little bit of melding. I'll fade when I get out of you.

What are you - GAH!_

Crisp suddenly arched his back, his underwear feeling much tighter than it had been. A most definite growth down there, his balls feeling like they were swelling past the point of his briefs to contain, and his cock suddenly getting almost twice as long, pushing past the boundaries of his underwear. His brother darted back, and there was a small part of Crisp that was more than a little amused. Big Charles afraid of touching his little brother's dick for real.

"What is the meaning of this? What have you done! I told you, no magic."

He lifted his head, but it wasn't his voice that came out. Instead, as his muzzle warped, gaining scales along the bridge of it, it was...it was his teacher's voice.

"It isn't him this time, Charles. Yes, I know who you are. You think that you can step into the relationship of a master and an apprentice, consequence free? I think not."

Crisp felt the sheer information that was in his teacher's soul, in his master's mind, running through him as the magic was seized. He felt it used in such a different way, getting around the usual gestures and such with no more than a twitch of a finger. The table cracked and so did his restraints, and the wolf-dragon leaped up onto the table.

_How did you -

Old trick. I'll teach it to you later. May I have your body for a moment?

Sure. Be my guest._

It was so strange to be a passenger in his own body. Even when the demons were trying to take him over, even when he was dragged this way and that by enchanted shoes, he had never been so completely in the back seat as he was now. Draconicon leaped off of the table in his body, tackling the retreating Charles and knocking him off his feet. His hands raised, and Crisp watched as Draconicon wrapped them around the older wolf's throat.

"You aren't going to get away from this, Charles. Accept it, just like you should accept your fate."

Crisp watched his hands glow, and when they came away, Charles was collared, collared by a large, seamless metal band that read 'Warning' on the outside. The older wolf started grabbing at it, trying to pull it off with panic in his eyes. Their body stepped off of him, and Draconicon pointed down at him.

"This is a warning. You try this again, and that thing is set to go off, and take a good bit of you with it. It won't come off easily, either; you'll have to find another mage to get it off, or get back in my good graces. And let me tell you. That won't be easy."

"You...you bastard..."

"I think I can call you the same. Good day."

As Draconicon turned their shared body away, Crisp mentally stared, feeling like he would have his jaw dropped at the sudden shift in the situation. It was like...like something out of a story, really, getting saved this way.

It was cool.

_Drac? May...may I ask a favor?

You may.

I'd like to...to take this to the rest of my family. Or at least my parents._

You want to make sure that they don't interfere, either?

Something like that.

Alright. Here; just tell me where they are, and I'll get us there.

Thanks...just...let's stop for clothes, first.

Heh, fair enough.

It was with some difficulty that Crisp arrived at the corporate headquarters of the family company. With Draconicon's power, it was easy to get through all the different bits of security that they had. Their insistence on no magic in the company, no magic used on the building, left them rather vulnerable to it, so they were able to teleport right to the office of the joint CEOs at the top floor.

The older wolves immediately jumped to their feet, but Draconicon gave him the spell to push them right back into their chairs. Which he happily used. They grunted as they were held down, and the older man - his father - growled.

"What is the meaning of this, boy?"

_Let me do the talking, my teacher. I think...I think I need to do this myself.

No problem. Good luck._

Crisp cleared his throat, shaking his head.

"I'm here because we need to talk."

"We don't talk with abominations like you. I don't even know who you are."

"I'm your son."

"...Crisp?"

His mother stared at him, blinking, and he fought the urge to beg his teacher to transform them back to a wolf. The fact that neither his mother nor his father could tell who he was...well, it shocked him. And kind of hurt him, when it came down to it.

"Yes...I'm your son."

"What happened...It's that magic, isn't it? I knew it would be horrible to you in the end!"

"No, mom, it's not like that. I just -"

"I told you, darling, didn't I tell you?"

"You did, honey. And now, look. He's just as much of a monster as anything else. Just...just a perverted beast."

"Perverted - do you even know what the fuck Charles was doing to me?!"

"Charles was told to get you out of the way, so we could break you of the magic and get you off of the board. You were a danger."

He stared at his dad, slowly shaking his head.

"You...you think that I am a danger...to you?"

"All magic is dangerous. It's not natural, and you know it."

"Not..."

Crisp shook his head, his mind reeling. He'd hoped to find out that the family wasn't as mad as Charles was, that they weren't all completely insane, yet every word out of his parents' mouths dashed that hope more and more. He held his hand to his head.

"Mom...dad...I never did anything to you. I...I stayed away. I made sure that I didn't bother you. What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

"You were magical."

His mother nodded in agreement, and Crisp almost fell over. Only Draconicon being in his body kept him upright anymore, and it was getting more and more tempting to hand his control back over to his teacher. The only thing keeping him from doing it was the bubbling anger on the other side, and how much destruction could likely be caused if his master decided to go on a rampage.

He had to keep it civil. He had to...had to make sure it didn't start a war.

Crisp pulled himself together with one long, shaky, deep breath, and leveled his gaze with his parents.

"You...are going to stay out of my life. From now on, I don't want to hear from you. I don't want to see you. I don't want anything from you."

His father cleared his throat.

"Give us your shares, then, and our business is over."

"You know what? No. I am not giving those."

"They're only yours because you're part of the family! If you don't want to be part of the family -"

"You gave them to me! It wasn't a loan, it wasn't a lease, it was a gift. Not even that! I paid for it by giving up my own allowances for six months to get them."

"That wasn't even market cost!"

"I don't care. It was still money exchanged for them, which makes them legally mine. If you want them, take care of it, legally, but I'm holding onto them.

"And if I see you again...if I see you doing something else...if you try and kidnap me, or threaten me or my teacher...next time I won't just yell at you. Next time, I'll...I'll..."

He was so angry that he couldn't think of a threat, but he knew that it had landed. Both older wolves looked utterly shocked at him, and that was all he needed. Crisp turned his head, shaking his head as he pulled at his robes, adjusting them around his body.

_Are you finished?

Yes...yes, I think I am.

Then, I suppose it's time to go back home.

Yeah...and let me get my own body back._

They shimmered, and disappeared.

Huh...I was aiming for the basement.

"Well, you missed by a floor. And since when do you go in the basement?"

Crisp grunted as he pulled himself up from the couch. They'd popped into being about five feet above the couch, and he hadn't had the time to brace himself for impact. At least his stomach had scales under the fur, so that the blow didn't hit quite so hard. Surprisingly handy, that.

He turned to the basement door, and blinked seeing it open. He slowly pointed at it.

"Uh...did you leave that open?"

I don't think so...

"I don't like this."

Neither do I. Caution, I think.

Nodding, the wolf tiptoed over to the door. His feet were a little louder than they used to be, but that was because they were so much bigger. Monster-sized feet, like the dragon's, they wouldn't fit into any of his quiet shoes. Still, he was able to tiptoe down the stairs, making his way to the bottom...

And he stopped, staring at the thing by the water heater.

_Sir, should that have happened?

No...no it shouldn't have._

Crisp shuddered. His teacher's body, a repository of a massive amount of magical energy, was waking up. Red streaks ran along its legs, up to the chest and head, and on its feet were a pair of sneakers. Very familiar, very corrupted sneakers.

They had the same thought at the same time.

We're in trouble.

The End