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The Education of Crisp Chapter 12: Rest and Recuperation For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon

It was four days after the fight with the demon, and Crisp still didn't feel like getting out of bed. He groaned as he looked down the covers, his arms and legs as heavy as they'd been since the fight ended, and all four of his limbs resisted any commands from his brain. They just...they were too tired.

And so was he, for that matter.

Ugh...Gotta...get up...

It was much harder than it should have been. The wolf groaned as he rolled slightly to the side, then back onto his back, and then over to the side again. Each time, he managed to swing himself over a bit further, until -

"Gah...there we go..."

One leg slipped out of the blankets and his foot hit the floor. His bare foot, for that matter. His feet ached about as much as the rest of him did, and the idea of wearing anything - even socks, let alone shoes - made him wince. Hell, standing did just about the same thing, and as he pushed himself to his feet, he had to bite down to keep from groaning and moaning from standing up.

"Crisp, I can hear you moving around up there."

"I'm just heading to the bathroom."

"You know you -"

"You suggest any sort of bathroom-related magic, and I will find a way to kick your ass."

"You'll have to catch it first."

He shook his head, taking a few deep breaths before pushing himself away from the bed. His balance disappeared almost immediately, and he wobbled over to the wall, having to lean on it to keep from falling over.

Well, this wasn't what I was hoping for, he thought with a shake of his head. Then again...I never fought a demon before, either.

Technically, he still hadn't. The demon that had taken over his master's body for a short time had attacked him with its magic, but he hadn't been the one to fight back. He'd just been the conduit for his master to strike through. Even so, he felt like he'd learned one big lesson, and that was that he didn't fuck around with demons.

The exhaustion from the demon's magic forcing him to dance around had been bad enough, but the hell magic mixing with his master's magic had done a lot of damage to his arms and legs. According to his master, the two of them really shouldn't mix, and unfortunately had done so during the fight and the banishing. He could still feel the numbness in some areas, which wasn't making balance any easier.

He leaned against the wall as he walked out of his room, his shoulder grinding against the wallpaper with a small rustle. Every time he took a step, he groaned from the spikey ache running up and down his leg, from his heel all the way to his hips and back down.

"Seriously, get back to bed!"

Crisp shook his head. Not that it mattered; Draconicon was downstairs, well out of view.

"I'm just walking to the bathroom. If I can't do that, then I'll go back."

"I can hear you groaning from across the house. If it hurts that much, this isn't helping."

"I'm not gonna stay in bed or wear a diaper or any of that. This doesn't hurt that much."

A lie, really, but better than saying the truth. His legs really, really hurt, and he didn't want to think about how much damage must have been done. This wasn't the first time that he had tried a walk after the fight, and he wasn't feeling any improvement.

What if it messed me up worse than we thought? What if -

The wolf pushed those thoughts out of his head. The idea of being completely fucked up was something that was a possibility, yes...but he didn't have to acknowledge it just yet. He still had the chance to recover, particularly if Draconicon had more luck with the healing spell research than he had so far.

He paused across the hall from the bathroom, pulling himself together before slowly reaching towards the doorknob. A little bit of magic flowed from his fingers, making it twist and open for him, and the wolf stumbled through the doorframe. As he shut the door behind him, he let out a sigh of relief.

No catheter for me today, at least, he thought.

He got back to bed a few minutes later, though not without help. His teacher met him outside the bathroom and carried him back despite the wolf's protests, and even went so far as to tuck him in again. The dragon was...surprisingly tender about it, going so far as to gingerly push the blankets under his body rather than just drag them up to his chin.

Crisp looked up at the black dragon. Though his teacher's white eyes never really showed just what he was looking at, he got the feeling that Draconicon was avoiding his eyes for some reason. He turned his head and cleared his throat.

"Something's on your mind."

"There's always something on my mind."

"Something about me. What's wrong?"

"I'm just...concerned."

"Draaaaac."

The wolf grabbed his teacher by the arm before he could pull away, shaking his head.

"I need to know what's going on. Just because you're my teacher doesn't mean that you get to keep every secret."

"Considering your track record with free information..."

"Hey, I only made one big mistake."

The dragon chuckled, and Crisp smiled for the first time in a while. It was rather nice.

"But seriously, what's wrong?"

"I'm just...a bit worried at this point."

"Why?"

Draconicon arched an eyebrow, and Crisp blushed.

"Besides the obvious, I mean."

"I'm pretty sure that you can guess that the adventures we've been having - what with your family, the demons, and everything else - is pretty atypical for most of my students."

"Yeah? And?"

"I'm used to being able to teach people without things going so crazy so quickly. Usually, I don't have to deal with demons, possession, crazy family members, and who knows what else all coming at me at once. I can protect my students. I can make sure that they're safe from the worst of the dangers. But when I was stuck in your body..."

As his teacher shook his head, Crisp felt a bit of understanding. Yes, the fight had been very dangerous for him, considering that his body was the one on the front lines - other than their friend, Xander, who had been sent off to some isolated place until his own recovery was complete - but Draconicon had been forced to watch it from inside of his head, unable to act directly as his own body was used as a weapon against him.

What would that be like? To care for a friend and not be able to do a damn thing? To be helpless and unable to use your best tool to help people out?

Draconicon shook his head, continuing before Crisp could say anything.

"I'm just trying to anticipate whatever is going to come next. There's too many possibilities, considering that there's still demons out there. And I don't know everything that the demon did while he was in my body; it could have laid a number of traps all over the house."

"Wait, wait. It could have laid traps...all over the house?"

"Don't worry, I screened it before bringing you back, but it's one of those hundreds of details that I'm trying to deal with. It's...I don't know. It's a bit overwhelming."

"I'm starting to think I'm not the only one that needs a vacation."

"Yeah, well, maybe. But right now, you're the one that needs it more. So get some rest, Crisp."

"But -"

"I said, get some rest."

Magic. He recognized the tingle of it too late to fight, and the wolf was dragged down into dreamland. His eyes slowly closed as the dragon walked out of the room, and what grumbles he had were stifled as snores.

Darn...dragon...

It was well into the afternoon when he woke up, and he groaned as the light came through the window and smacked him in the face. He shook his head a few times as he looked towards the door. No sign of the dragon...and no chance of getting out of bed without him.

Crisp grumbled, realizing that his arms and legs were essentially bound against him due to the dragon's tight wrapping job before he'd gone to sleep. Apparently, getting tucked in was synonymous to being bound up for dragons. The wolf shook himself from side to side, but he couldn't even manage the roll that had gotten him out of bed earlier in the day.

Probably for the best, though. Without his hands free, he would have fallen right on his face, and he didn't want to deal with a broken muzzle.

Clearing his throat, he called out.

"Drac? Drac, can you hear me?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I wanna get out of bed!"

"You should be resting."

"Yeah, well, your spell wore off, so either get me out of bed or put me back to sleep."

He half-expected his teacher to show up at the door and put him back to sleep without even a comment, but to his surprise, black magic surrounded him. He floated off the bed - still wrapped in his blanket cocoon - and floated down the hallway. Surprisingly quickly, it brought him down the stairs, across the living room, and into the kitchen.

His teacher was working at the stove, putting something together. It looked like some infernal concoction of cheese and meat, all wrapped up in smoke and spice from the smell that permeated the small room. Crisp groaned, rubbing his nose against the blankets as best he could to try and get the worst of the smell out.

"What is all this?"

"It's lunch...or, it's supposed to be. I'm not sure just what happened with this."

"You're not usually that bad."

"I'm not usually so distracted."

Crisp followed the dragon's gesture, and his eyes just about bounced out of his head at the many piles of spellbooks off to the side. Each one seemed to be thicker than four fingers on his hand, and about twenty of them were open, the pages flicking occasionally as if on automatic movement.

No wonder he's got himself distracted. I don't know how you'd keep up with a quarter of that...

"How long have you been working on that?"

"For the last few hours."

"What..."

"I'm brushing up on the healing spells I know. There's not been that many that I have to practice, and demon damage is something that needs some special handling, if you don't want to heal the corruption up as well as your body."

"Yeaaaaaah, let's avoid that."

"Anyway, the food's just about ready."

"Just one quick question about the food."

"Yes?"

"How spicy is it?"

"...On second thought, you might just want the cheese."

"I'll take that."

Thankfully, the dragon let him free of the blankets enough to allow him to use his arms. It still stung - honestly, it fucking hurt - but it was better than being spoonfed different bits of melted foods. Crisp shook his head as he forced himself to keep eating, making damn sure that he didn't show the pain on his face.

It didn't help.

"You know you don't have to pretend."

"Hey, if I pretend long enough, maybe it'll feel better."

"Heh, we both know that isn't gonna happen."

"Then maybe you should stop pretending, too. Don't think I haven't seen the way that you keep pausing when you're walking. You got a limp somewhere."

"A limp and full-body pain are two completely different things."

"Same basic principle. Don't hide your pain."

"Tell you what. I'll limp all over the house and complain about it if you actually show how much pain you're in."

"....I'll take the hiding it, thanks."

"Then I'll do the same."

It really wasn't fair, sparring with a dragon that was so much healthier than he was, but he supposed that it was better than nothing. At least he could do something rather than lay in bed all day.

The food was surprisingly good, the melted cheese supported by bits of herbs and green beneath it. It still burned at his mouth - he had no idea what sort of spices Draconicon used, but he imagined that ghost peppers were the least of them - but it was better than eating the meat with the cheese. He could see that setting off sparks in the dragon's mouth as he went through them.

They ate in silence for a while, just enjoying the flavors in the food. He would have been happy enough to leave it there - and more to the point, stay there, studying while his teacher did the same - but Draconicon just wouldn't leave it alone.

"Are you sure that you don't need some more sleep?"

"I told you, I'm doing better."

"I just don't want you to push yourself."

"There's a point where I have to. Otherwise, I'll just stay in bed the whole time and never get better."

"But are you at that point yet?"

"...Probably not, but I'm going crazy up there."

"I could come up and read to you."

"And embarrass the both of us? No thanks."

The dragon started to say something, then closed his mouth, going back to his food. The wolf shook his head. He had to be firm on this. The moment that he let Draconicon tuck him back into bed, he knew that the fight would be lost. He'd be bedridden for weeks, if not longer, because Draconicon wouldn't let him do a damn thing outside of the bed. Fear seemed to have settled into his teacher in a big way.

He didn't understand why. It wasn't his teacher's fault that any of this had happened; why would he feel guity?

Because he did. Crisp could tell that much. The way that Draconicon didn't bother to meet his eyes half the time, the way the dragon was so quick to try and make things easier and better; it was classic sitcom guilt for someone that had gotten hurt.

Unfortunately, it just made him feel the same sitcom anger at the person doing it. He grumbled as he finished up his cheese meal, and leaned back in his chair.

"Look. We need to have this out. Why do you feel this responsible about this?"

"Because I'm the teacher."

"And I'm the student, and neither of us had anything to do with the shoes and the demon and the possession. If it's anyone's fault, it's Xander, but you don't see me blaming him. And I know you don't."

"Yes, but neither of you are that experienced with magic. I am. When you're the teacher, you do everything you can to make sure that your students are safe. The teacher is the one responsible when your students mess up. The teacher is the one responsible when things go bad, and a student gets hurt, because the teacher is the one with the experience and the one that should have known better than to let that happen in the first place."

"...Is that what you think?"

"It's been my worry since the start."

The wolf shook his head, slowly reaching out. It ached, of course, but he grabbed hold of his teacher's wrist, anyway. He gave it a squeeze, keeping the small bit of pain off of his face as he shook his head.

"It's not your fault. You were rescuing me when all of this happened."

"And when we were fighting the demon? When it was my idea of getting you close?"

"Well, yeah, that part was your fault, but was there any other way that we could have done that?"

"In hindsight, probably about half a dozen. But I didn't think of them at the time, and I should have."

"How? We were running out of time. If we didn't act fast, we could have ended up with you getting possessed forever, and me being some sort of dragon hybrid for the rest of my very short life. And let me tell you, I'd take the short life over being that kind of hybrid."

"Hey, what's wrong with being a hybrid?"

"Well, never getting to wear normal shoes again, for one. Did you see how massive you made my feet get?"

"That wasn't my - Oh, don't go changing the subject!"

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. It had worked for a little bit, at least, and that was better than nothing.

Still, he didn't like the idea that Draconicon was holding himself this responsible for what had happened. Some, yes, would have been acceptable. He understood that his teacher had allowed the shoes to go missing without undertaking a full search, and that was something of a mistake. At the same time, the shoes and the underwear had been locked off with various spells, made as safe as they could. How could the dragon have known it could possess someone without that much magic? Or that it would want to?

He pushed his plate to the side, sliding his chair over until he could hug his teacher. Slowly, he felt the dragon's arms wrap around him in turn, and he patted Drac on the back.

"It's not your fault. I don't blame you for anything."

"Yeah, well, I blame myself. I -"

"Look, do you really want to do something that will make me feel better?"

"Right now, I'm tempted to go to a Catholic priest for absolution, so if you can offer me something better than that..."

"Heh, I have a pretty good idea. How about you come up to my room, and I'll show you."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"I don't know. You should know me well enough by now to expect this."

Crisp chuckled as he held out a box of socks. They were a pair that he'd been planning to use for himself, maybe as a little 'revenge' against Xander for the whole mess that the husky had put them in, but this was still better than nothing.

The socks themselves were pretty silly looking, and hardly something that most 'normal' people would wear. They were pink and white stripes, and were long enough to go all the way up to the hips of some people. On the dragon, he was pretty sure that they'd only go so far as mid-thigh, at most, but that would still be pretty funny.

As the dragon took the box, Crisp slumped back in the bed, taking a little bit of comfort in having the mattress under him again. As much as he'd liked being in the kitchen, he knew that he needed something softer than the wooden chairs down there. The bed was a little better, at least, even if he could only recline rather than sit up properly.

"So...what am I supposed to do with these?"

"Oh, that's easy enough. I want you to curse them, and then wear them."

"Uh, what? Come again?"

"You want to feel better about how things went? Wear these as a punishment for a few days. Then you can take them off and feel like you served your time."

"That feels a little silly."

"You were the one that wanted absolution and forgiveness. I'm pretty darn sure that these things are always silly."

"One way to make sure that nobody wants to need to do it..."

Crisp chuckled. The striped socks were completely out of place compared to the dragon's normal look, and knowing his teacher, he knew that they'd be constantly on display. The robes that the dragon wore were open in most places, barely hiding his privates at the best of time, so the socks would be easy to see, easy to notice, and easy to tease him for. The wolf folded his arms.

"And don't skimp on the enchantment. If you want it to be real, make it the best sort of punishment you can think of. Not some of those wimpy things that you might do to just get by."

"Like what, then?"

"I don't know. Maybe dancing socks, freezing socks? Maybe foot control socks? Heh, there's lots of options. I just want to see you getting tortured by your own socks for a while."

"They're not mine."

"Oh, consider them a gift. I insist."

Heh, finally, a little leverage, he thought as the dragon grimaced at the sight of the socks. It was just...silly, he supposed, but so was the dragon's whole guilt complex. There was no way that the dragon should feel this bad, but if he thought that he needed to be punished to make up for it, Crisp would make damn sure that it felt like a punishment.

At the same time...

In a way, this was still continuing the mutual cycle of humiliation that they kept pulling on each other. They were still so deep in it that they kept defaulting to it...Crisp shook his head, about to take back the socks -

"Alright. But this is gonna be a two day thing, alright? No more."

He wanted to say no, that it was alright, that his teacher didn't have to do anything of the sort. Yet...Temptation. The temptation to see the big, proud dragon stuck in the silly socks won out. He slowly nodded.

"Alright. That's a fair deal."

Next time, he told himself. Next time will be the time I say no, and we can get back to normal. But I have to see this.

He smiled as the dragon pulled up a chair, his robe falling open and leaving him more naked than before. Crisp ignored the dragon's dangling dick, and focused more on his legs as Draconicon pulled the socks out of the box. They unrolled for a long ways, and the big black dragon blushed as he looked at them.

"Geez...Why the hell do you even have these?"

"They were gonna be a gift to someone else, but I figured that you could use them better."

"I think you have a twisted sense of humor."

He probably did, but it was still pretty hilarious. The dragon had a pretty masculine body, and the socks were anything but. Stifling a few chuckles as the first sock was shaken out, the wolf watched.

The socks slid on easily and fluidly, letting the dragon pull them up surprisingly high. The fabric stretched around his thicker legs, and - surprisingly - he saw Drac's cock twitch as the dragon's toes found the little pockets for them at the end of the socks.

"Toe socks?"

"Are you complaining?"

"W-well, not really..."

"Then keep pulling them on."

The dragon did, pulling the other sock on. The lump of his heel was swallowed up by the fluffy fabric of the striped socks, dragging his feet into them almost like some sort of magical trap. Crisp was actually surprised to feel his own erection coming up, the thing throbbing between his legs but hidden by the blankets. He was rather thankful for that; no need to flip the humiliation around at the moment.

In short order, Draconicon had the new socks on, and stood up. As his teacher turned and examined them, he was happy to see the various poses. Standing on one foot, looking over the shoulder, turning in place almost like a fashion model; it was a good look for the dragon.

Squelching the urge to reach down and tease himself to the show, Crisp cleared his throat to get his teacher's attention.

"There's one more part, remember?"

"Right, right, the cursing."

"Have you decided on one yet?"

"I...did have an idea, yes."

"Then go ahead."

"Ooooh, this is going to be embarrassing..."

He sat up, watching as the energy from the dragon's magic flowed down his teacher's arms. Black fire, as always - painful black fire, he remembered - burst out of the dragon's palms, and slowly whipped around his fingers like snakes. It darted further down, wrapping around the top of the socks, and started slithering further down. Almost like a final layer of stripes, now that he thought about it.

It reached all the way down to the dragon's feet before the blackness finally disappeared, the spell sinking into the socks. Crisp waited...but nothing happened.

The dragon, on the other hand, looked rather trepidatious. He shuffled from one foot to another, looking like he was waiting for something. The wolf arched an eyebrow. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"Uh, Drac -"

Thump thump.

He blinked, staring down at the socked feet that had just jumped and thumped themselves against the ground. That was...weird...but not as weird as the dragon starting to pitch a boner from it, as well.

"Drac?"

Thump, another little throb and another little growth between the dragon's legs. By now, the dragon was blushing, and Crisp was starting to get the idea of the curse.

A word makes it bounce, and the more that his feet bounce, the more that he gets turned on. Probably something about his foot fetish, but this is good...this is really good.

"I know that look on your face, Crisp. I know you're plotting some sort of mischief?"

"Me?"

Thump!

"Noooooooo."

Thump.

"Perish the thought."

Thump thump thump.

So it was just one thump per word, not one thump per syllable. Good to know, good to know. The wolf grinned at the sight of the dragon's rather hard erection, as well, and folded his arms over his chest. Drac, on the other hand, was taking a deep breath, looking like he was trying to calm himself down.

Despite his earlier attack of conscience, Crisp didn't think he could truly allow that. This was supposed to be punishment, after all.

"Theeeeeere was an old lady who swallowed a fly."

It was one of the longest silly songs he knew, and immediately the tune got the dragon's feet beating the ground. Thump after thump filled the air, a drumming cadence just a split second behind the words of the song. Crisp grinned, clapping his hands to the tune as well, as if he and the dragon were some sort of band putting on a performance.

Every time that the dragon's socked feet came down, Draconicon's cock throbbed all the harder, and in less than a verse, he could see pre starting to bubble out of the great black dragon's cock. It was dripping all over the floor, only to be swept up by the fluffy socks.

Crisp had no mercy, singing the song faster and faster, and drawing the dragon to thump away just as quickly. He watched the dragon's cock rise up, smacking against his belly, his feet stomping down hard and fast in the slippery socks, carrying him across the room in an obscene version of a tap dance.

Heh, he really did pick a punishment spell, but not for me. This is going to drive him mad. No wonder he only wanted to do it for two days.

He clapped his hands as the dragon 'danced' back and forth in front of his bed, bringing his boner along with him. Throbbing, spitting, and dancing, the boner bobbed up and down with each thump, and the wolf smirked as he came up to the final verse, his mouth almost spitting out the words to get them pushed out as fast as possible.

"There was an old lady who swallowed a cow. I don't know how she swallowed a cow! She swallowed the cow to catch the goat She swallowed the goat to catch the dog She swallowed the dog to catch the cat She swallowed the cat to catch the bird She swallowed the bird to catch the spider That wriggled and jiggled and wiggled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. But I don't know why she swallowed that fly Perhaps she'll die!"

On the very last line, the dragon slammed his feet down harder than ever before, and Crisp grinned as his teacher slumped over the foot of the bed. He saw the twitches; it was the point of no return, and -

"Wait, wait!"

Thump thump. Too late. The dragon threw his head back and came, hard, spurting his seed right in the wolf's direction. Crisp threw up his hands, but it was too late. Two shots went right past his fingers and hit him in the face, while the rest of the cum shots landed all over his arms and legs and blankets, utterly soaking him with the dragon's musky load. He groaned, shaking his head at the reversal, and waited until his teacher was done.

As with any dragon, it took a while. Almost a minute, during which time he was soaked from head to foot. Covered in dragon musk by the time the stream stopped, the wolf slowly lowered his arms and glanced up at his teacher. Draconicon looked back, still panting, still blushing. The wolf shook his head.

"Truce?"

"For...for a while?"

"Sure."

They nodded, and the dragon slowly walked out, not showing any sign of dancing or excitement from normal steps. Crisp shook his head a few times, and slowly worked on pulling the blankets off of him. It took him some time - he was rather tired, and still very sore - but he managed it, getting them off into a pile on the far side of the room.

As he gathered a few blankets for himself, he started to just walk back to bed...but stopped as he passed by his closet. The wolf considered something for a moment, and then threw the blankets over to the bed. Whispering a magic spell, he smiled as a pair of red hightops pulled themselves out of the closet. He sat down, and offered his feet.

They obeyed the unspoken command, the sneakers wrapping themselves around his toes before using their long laces to pull themselves onto his feet. It made him grunt in discomfort a few times, but it was worth it as he felt the comforting enclosure of the soft material, the way that they squeezed along the sides of his feet and held them tight. The soft pop of his heel sliding into the mouth of the shoe, the rasping sound as the shoes tied themselves on...it was just what he needed.

He slid back under his blankets, and let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. Things were looking up for him again.

The End