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The Sneakers Spirit

Commission for FriskeCrisps

Crisp walked along quickly, hoping to get back to his car.

The day had started off warm, but dark clouds were forming in the sky. Rain threatened to fall at any moment.

Crisp's car was parked on the other side of the gym parking lot. He had thought the walk would be good as part of the exercise, but now the weather looked as if it was about to turn, he wished he had parked closer to the door.

He glanced up at the sky as the clouds hovered above him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a streak of white.

What was that?

He looked again, and saw a pair of red and white sneakers hanging by their laces from the branch of a tree. They hung within easy reach and Crisp stopped to look at them. They looked brand new, as if they had been hung there just a moment ago. Crisp frowned.

Why would anyone want to throw away brand new sneakers?

He looked up at the sneakers again and back down at himself. Crisp was an athletic black and white wusky with green eyes. He was dressed in his usual outfit; a red and white sleeveless hoodie and a matching pair of shorts.

The sneakers would match both myself and my outfit perfectly. No, bad idea. What if someone comes looking for them?

Crisp shifted nervously, but on impulse he reached out and retrieved the sneakers from the branch. He sniffed at the insides; they didn't smell at all bad, if anything his nose could detect a hint of freshness to them, as if they had just been purchased and left in the tree.

"I can't leave you out in the rain," he mused out loud. "If someone doesn't want you, I'll take you home instead."

With that, he hurried over to his car just as the rain started falling.

The drive home didn't take too long, but Crisp couldn't help but glance down at his new sneakers which were sitting on the passenger seat next to him.

He smiled to himself and thumped his tail.

Whoever had owned the sneakers had made a mistake by throwing them away. They were a really nice pair.

Crisp pulled up on his driveway, grabbed his new sneakers and hurried to the front door. The rain soaked into his fur, but he unlocked the door as quickly as he could and stepped indoors.

He weighed the sneakers in his paws and grinned to himself.

Time to try them on!

He took a step forwards and realised water was dripping from his clothes.

Get dry, and then time to try them on!

He raced up the stairs to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. The grin was still on Crisp's muzzle as he shed his shorts and shirt. He was now dressed in just a pair of tight red briefs. Crisp stood before the mirror and surveyed himself; the fur on his athletic chest was slightly matted from the rain, but it did not diminish his athletic looks.

He shook himself dry, causing water to splash over the carpet.

Crisp sighed and grabbed his towel which was slung over his desk chair. He smoothed down his fur, which had puffed out, before dumping the towel back over the chair.

"Time to try you on," he said to himself as he picked up the sneakers.

Gently, he slid the left one over his foot. It was a perfect fit. Crisp wiggled his toes around inside and smiled to himself. He grabbed the right sneaker and pulled it on more enthusiastically.

Again, it fitted him perfectly; not too tight, not too loose.

Crisp laced them up and stood to survey himself in the mirror. He stood proudly in his underwear and new sneakers, almost like a superhero.

"Why did they throw you out?" he mused out loud to himself as he unlaced his new sneakers and placed them gently at the foot of his bed.

He grinned, tugged off his underwear and went to take a shower.

Once he was clean, Crisp pulled on a nightshirt and made his way downstairs. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and spent the rest of the evening eating dinner and watching television as it grew dark outside, but his thoughts remained fixed on the new pair of sneakers. He decided he would wear them tomorrow in front of his friends.

But I won't say I found them hanging from a tree!

He made his way up the stairs to get ready for bed.

Once his teeth were brushed, Crisp made his way back to his bedroom, turned his bedside light on and undressed to his underwear. He was about to climb into bed when he noticed the sneakers out of the corner of his eye.

The moon was shining in through a gap in the curtains, causing the whiteness of the sneakers to shine in the light. Another smile spread across Crisp's muzzle.

Go on then, try them on once more.

Crisp put both sneakers on and tied up the laces. He turned to look at himself in the mirror as the moonlight illuminated him. Crisp flexed and tried the superhero pose again, but something felt funny.

He cocked his ears and glanced down at his feet. It felt as if the sneakers were now too tight.

But that can't be possible, they fitted fine earlier.

Crisp shrugged and looked back at the mirror. He tried flexing again, but the feeling returned. It was a tingly, tight feeling. Crisp wiggled his toes around, but the sneakers were still the same size as they had been when he had first tried them on.

Weird.

He shrugged, pulled them off and turned the bedside lamp off. The sneakers were still laying at the foot of his bed, one was resting on its side. Crisp wondered whether to arrange them neatly, but he then let out a loud yawn.

Sleep first, and then try them on again tomorrow to wear to town.

Crisp rolled over and closed his eyes. Sleep came to him almost instantly.

...

Forgettable dreams came and went, and before Crisp knew it, his eyes were fluttering open again.

He yawned and rolled over to face the window; moonlight was still streaming in through a gap in the curtains. The red digital numbers of Crisp's bedside clock also shone out into the gloom; it was 3.30am.

Crisp rolled over again, trying to fall back asleep, but then he jolted upright.

There was a shadowy figure at the foot of his bed.

"Uh, uh!"

Crisp found the words were lodged in his throat. He jumped out of bed and raced for the wardrobe, knowing he had a baseball bat in there.

"Hey, relax," the figure said. "I ain't gonna hurt you."

Crisp wasn't listening. He flung open the wardrobe and reached for the bat.

"Hey man, it's okay," the figure said. "I promise I'm not gonna do anything bad. I just wanna talk, that's all."

Crisp's paw closed around the bat, but something in the person's voice made him stop.

"Talk?" he repeated. "Wait, who are you?"

The figure edged along the bed into the moonlight and Crisp saw that he was a tall male black wolf with blue eyes. Crisp could make out a smile on the wolf's muzzle.

"What are you doing in my bedroom?" Crisp said, feeling more angry than scared.

"I see you have my sneakers," the wolf said.

"You want them back? Fine, take them, just get out of my house or I'll call the cops."

"Oh no, I don't want them back, you can have them," the wolf replied.

"Huh?" Crisp replied, feeling surprised.

"On one condition," the wolf continued. "You must be prepared for some very mischievous things to happen."

"Mischievous things?" Crisp repeated. "Are you threatening me?"

"Nope," the wolf shook his head. "I'm just warning you I can be mischievous when I want to be. Oh, boy am I rude! I forgot to introduce myself."

Crisp cocked his head as the wolf smiled at him.

"My name is Jordan," the wolf said. "What's your name?"

"That's not important," Crisp replied. "Now leave before I call the cops."

"Okay, okay," the wolf said, holding up his paws. "Shall we have a beer together first?"

"No you may not, get out!" Crisp retorted.

"Shame, you're a cute doggo, and you rather suit my sneakers, especially when you wore them with your underwear," Jordan said with a wink.

"So, is this what you do?" Crisp asked, holding the bat tightly. "Break into people's houses and flirt with them."

"Not everyone, in fact you're the first," Jordan explained.

Crisp moved closer, trying to get a better view of Jordan who was still partly obscured by shadow.

"So, shall I stay or leave?" Jordan asked.

"Leave," Crisp replied.

"Very well," the wolf replied with a wink.

With that he seemingly vanished into thin air.

Crisp stood rooted to the spot with his muzzle hanging open.

"What the?" he said out loud to himself.

This cannot be real.

Keeping the bat gripped in his paws, he turned on the light and edged around the room, looking for any sign of Jordan. The place was empty.

He checked the hallway and downstairs, but there was no sign of the black wolf.

I must be dreaming.

Crisp made his way back to bed and laid down. He made sure the baseball bat was in easy reach and his paw hovered over the switch to turn the bedside light off.

Better keep it on.

Crisp put his pillow over his head to block and the light, and after turning over several times to check Jordan had not reappeared, sleep finally came to him.

...

The next thing Crisp knew sunlight was streaming onto his face.

He stretched out and noticed he was on top of the bed covers rather than underneath them. This wasn't unusual; Crisp knew he had a tendency to move around in his sleep.

However, something felt amiss this time.

He looked down and saw that his briefs had been tugged down and his cock was out, and not just out, but there was a tell-tail, sticky patch of fur on his stomach around where the tip of his cock was resting.

Did I have a wet dream?

The sneakers were also on his feet along with a pair of black and white knee-high socks.

Crisp scratched the fur between his ears. This was very weird indeed.

The memory of Jordan the wolf appearing on his bed came back to his mind, but he pushed it away. It had been a bad dream, nothing more.

Crisp swung his legs off the bed, but his foot knocked over an empty beer bottle. He frowned and looked down. There were a few bottles by the bed. Crisp's head was starting to spin and his vision swam. He lay back down.

He tried thinking back to before he had gone to bed; dinner, falling asleep, having a weird dream and then having a drink.

Yes, I must have gotten drunk!

Crisp's head still felt funny, so he rest his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

As the feeling of grogginess gradually cleared, series of flashbacks began running before his eyes; getting more beers from the fridge, watching porn.

_ And then the wolf appearing again at one point._

Crisp shook the last part away. That was just a dream.

He wondered when he had put his knee-high socks on. They were a pair that had been sitting in the drawer than he hadn't worn for some time, but now they were on his feet along with the sneakers.

There was also the matter of the cum matted into his fur.

Crisp knew he had done silly things when drunk before, and had strange dreams when he had fallen asleep.

Crisp decided he would get a shower.

He stood, causing his head to swim for a moment, before he steadied himself and stripped out of his musky and slightly sticky underwear.

The clock on the bedside table stated it was almost noon and Crisp sighed. He didn't want to spend the whole day in bed.

The knee-high socks felt good on his feet, but Crisp pulled them off along with the sneakers before making his way to the bathroom.

He made straight for the shower and turned the water up to a powerful blast.

The water felt refreshing and Crisp smothered his chest with conditioner, getting rid of the sticky feeling.

He then shut the water off, shook himself dry and grabbed a fresh towel off the rail. As he dried himself, he decided he would wear the sneakers. Regardless of whether a weird dream about a ghostly wolf weirded him out or not, Crisp didn't want anything to spoil his decision to wear his new sneakers.

The thought made Crisp smile as he walked back to his bedroom. He realised he hadn't checked his cell phone. It was sitting on his desk and he scooped it up to see an unread message. It was from his friend Brent.

Hey,

You around toady?

Wanna grab something to eat at Ernie's

Crisp wagged his tail and his stomach grumbled as if on cue. Having lunch with a friend on a Saturday morning was a fun idea. He texted back _Yes._It would be a good opportunity for him to show off his new sneakers.

He grabbed a clean pair of shorts and another sleeveless hoodie from the wardrobe, and after some deliberation, decided to pull on the black and white knee-high socks again.

What the hell, they look good.

Crisp checked his appearance in the mirror; he looked athletic and handsome as always. He then gently pulled his new sneakers on and laced them up.

His phone buzzed again and he went to open his messages; it was another from Brent.

Getting in the car to drive there now.

Crisp texted back just leaving now, before grabbing his wallet and keys.

His car was waiting outside and he jumped into the driver's seat. As he started the engine and drove off, Crisp couldn't help but think how impressed Brent would be with his new sneakers.

He glanced down at them as he stopped at a red light. The whiteness of the sneakers shone in the morning sun that streamed in through the car windows. The lights changed to green and Crisp drove on.

Ernie's was a pancake and waffle house close to where Crisp lived. He pulled up into the parking lot and saw Brent was waiting for him by the front entrance. The black and tan Alsatian waved as he drove up.

Crisp waved back as he parked his car.

Boy, I can't wait to show him my new sneakers!

He opened the door, climbed out and promptly fell on his face.

Brent paused and then laughed.

"Hey dude, are you okay?" he asked, trying not to grin.

"What the hell?" Crisp gasped as he rolled over.

He looked down and saw the laces of his sneakers were tied together.

"That's not a very safe way to drive," Brent grinned.

"I didn't drive like this," Crisp retorted, feeling annoyed that his big moment of showing his new sneakers off had been ruined.

How did they become tied together?

"You okay?" Brent repeated.

"Yeah, I dunno how that happened," Crisp replied, untying the laces. "They must have got tangled somehow."

"Are those knew?" Brent asked.

"Yup," Crisp said, regaining his confidence. "I got them yesterday."

He jumped to his feet and showed Brent the sneakers. The Alsatian nodded with approval.

"What brand are they?"

"I don't know actually," Crisp shrugged. "They looked good, so I got them. They're really comfy too."

"They do look cool," Brent agreed. "Anyway, shall we go in?"

Crisp nodded and followed his friend through the front door.

The place was busy, but there was a free table at the back near the windows. Crisp and Brent sat down. A vixen waitress handed them some menus and Crisp examined what was available.

Under the table he couldn't help but wiggle his toes in his sneakers.

It feels so good to have my feet in my knee-high socks and new sneakers.

Crisp looked up to see Brent was talking to him.

"Um, what was that?" Crisp asked.

"I was asking what you're gonna have?" Brent said.

"Oh, uh, I think I'll get the chicken waffles," Crisp replied, still wiggling his toes around. "And orange juice to drink."

"You're thinking about your new sneakers, huh?" Brent asked with a grin.

"Heh, yeah I was," Crisp admitted.

"Those knee-highs look good too," the Alsatian added.

Crisp felt pleased but surprised that Brent had commented on that too. He had had a crush on the Alsatian for some time, and it felt good to hear his friend compliment him on his clothing.

The waitress returned and they both placed their orders (Brent decided to have the same thing as Crisp). Once the Vixen had gone, Brent began chatting about the new football team he had joined.

"Yeah, the other guys seem really cool," the Alsatian explained. "You should join too!"

"It's something I'm thinking about," Crisp admitted. "Thanks," he added as the waitress set their drinks down on the table.

"Yeah, do you do much sports at the moment? I mean, you go to the gym, and that's good for certain workouts, but you have to plan whether you wanna put work into your arms or your abs."

Crisp nodded as he listened, but he also became aware that he needed the bathroom.

"So, it depends on what kinda workout you wanna do," Brent continued. "For you, I'd say you need to work a little more on..."

"Cool, I think I'm gonna go use the bathroom," Crisp said, cutting Brent off in the middle of his speech.

Brent nodded and Crisp stood to leave, but he realised something was causing his sneakers to be stuck close together.

He glanced down and saw to his shock that his laces where tied together again.

"What the fuck?" he said out loud.

"Something wrong?" Brent asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh, uh, just gimme sec, I think I dropped something," Crisp claimed as he disappeared under the table.

Why does this keep happening?

Crisp gritted his teeth as he untied his laces.

"What have you dropped?" came Brent's voice from above the table.

"Uh," Crisp stuttered as he glanced around on the floor.

There was an old Biro pen with the lid missing under his chair; either a waitress or a customer had dropped it.

"Found it!" Crisp exclaimed cheerily as he sat back up and showed Brent the pen.

Brent fixed Crisp a quizzical expression.

"Anyway, I'll be right back," Crisp said as he stood and hurried away. He wanted to make it to the bathroom before his sneakers decided to lace themselves together again.

The bathroom was empty and Crisp decided to lock himself in a stall, even though he didn't need to use one, but he feared that if he tried relieving himself standing at the urinals that the laces would become tied again.

"What is causing this?" he murmured out loud.

Could it be that Jordan is doing the mischief he promised?

Crisp shook the thought from his mind. It was a bad dream, nothing more.

He finished, pulled up his shorts and made his way to the sink to wash his paws.

"So, how do you like my sneakers?"

Crisp almost jumped out of his fur. He turned and saw Jordan leaning against the sink next to his. The wolf fixed him a grin. In the light it was easier to make out Jordan's features; he was tall, had a muscular build and was dressed in a grey hoodie. His blue eyes shone more brilliantly in the light of the bathroom.

"This is absurd," Crisp breathed. "Either this is a bad dream or I'm going crazy, either way you're not real."

"Oh, I am very real," Jordan replied, fixing Crisp a grin. "Look!"

Jordan reached out and Crisp felt his shorts being tugged down, exposing his legs and his red briefs.

"Hey!" he said, yanking them back up and aiming a swipe at Jordan's paw.

"Sorry man, had to prove it somehow," the wolf shrugged. "It was either that or flick water from the tap at you."

Crisp stood in silence for a moment.

"So, it was you who put the sneakers and socks on my feet last night," he mused. "And you made it look like I'd gotten drunk, and then you tied my laces together today."

"Guilty, but I waited 'til you'd stopped driving. I didn't want you to crash," Jordan grinned, holding up his paws. "Oh, and I didn't fake the you getting drunk part, you actually did do that, and then you jerked off, well I gave you a paw for a bit. I think you were trying to forget that you saw me, although I did put the socks and sneakers on your feet. That turned you on."

Crisp's mouth hung open as he recalled everything; Jordan appearing as he jerked off, saying how knee-highs were a fetish for him, and how good they'd look with his sneakers.

"I didn't mean to scare you again," Jordan said, holding up his paws again in a gesture of innocent surrender. "I mean, you said you had a thing for those knee-highs, so I put them on you."

"Right," Crisp said, scratching his head.

"How's the date with the Shep jock been doing?" Jordan asked.

"It's not a date," Crisp snapped. "Whatever, I'm not talking to you, whatever you are."

"Heh, I felt bad tying the laces together when the Shep was talking about working out," Jordan continued. "I would have wanted out of there quickly, I mean he's cute and all, but all he talks about is working out. That's good for you, but everyone knows that. There's a difference between showing off and being healthy."

Crisp tried ignoring the wolf. He washed his paws and turned to grab a paper towel.

Jordan was still perched on the sink behind him.

"Okay, one thing I do ask, don't tie my laces together again," Crisp said. "I don't know what you are, or what you're trying to do."

"Honestly, I vowed I'd haunt anyone who tries wearing my sneakers," Jordan explained. "Well, not haunt, just prank."

"Yeah, well stop it," Crisp snapped. "I can go and throw the sneakers back up in the tree if you want!"

He didn't wait for Jordan to reply. Instead, he pushed his way through the bathroom door and back out to his table.

Brent was not sat in his seat and Jordan wondered where the Alsatian had gone.

"Okay, so we have two chicken waffles," the waitress said, placing the two dishes down.

"Thanks," Crisp said, although running into the wolf in the bathroom had ruined his appetite.

It can't be real. I must still be drunk or something.

Crisp knew it was possible to get so drunk that you still felt it when you woke up, which would explain why the hangover wasn't as bad as some he had had. Yet, he had still driven to Ernie's without causing an accident.

"Hey man!"

Crisp was shaken from his thoughts and he looked up to see Brent sitting down in front of him.

"Where did you go?" Crisp asked.

"I had to take a phone call, but it was too loud in here," Brent explained. "Anyway, where was I on sport? Aww yes! Our food is here."

Brent picked up his fork and began eating.

Crisp picked up his fork too, but emotions were still raging in his mind. The appearance of Jordan had initially spooked him, but he also felt irritated that the spirit, ghost, whatever the hell he was, had been trying to prank him.

Brent seemed too busy eating to notice Crisp was feeling, so he gripped his fork and began eating.

The waffles would have been good, but Crisp's agitation took his mind off them. He glanced around, half-expecting to see Jordan in the background somewhere.

The wolf was nowhere to be seen.

"So, as I was saying," Brent continued. "Exercise and sport..."

Crisp nodded along as Brent spoke, but most of the Shep's words went in one ear and out the other, and he felt grateful when they both finished their food.

"You okay?" Brent said, wiping his mouth with his paw.

"Yeah, wait no, I'm not feeling so good," Crisp claimed.

"Oh, something wrong with the waffles?"

"No, I," Crisp stumbled about, wondering how to phrase his predicament. He had an inkling I seem to have picked up some possessed sneakers would result in a call to the men in white coats.

"I got quite drunk last night," he eventually settled on. "And I think I'm feeling the effects still."

"Ah," Brent replied. "Ya see, drinking is bad for several reasons..."

Crisp tuned out as Brent began talking again and waited until the Alsatian had finished.

"I think I might head home," Crisp sighed.

The waitress was walking around nearby and he signalled for her to get the check.

Once he and Brent had settled it, Snap stood to leave.

"Are you sure you're okay man?" Brent asked as they began walking to the door. "Your eyes are kinda wide, like you've seen a ghost," he added with a chuckle.

"Oh, no I haven't," Crisp said, forcing a very unconvincing sounding laugh. He turned away as they pushed their way through the door, hoping Brent could not see his facial expression which conveyed the opposite.

Like he'd believe me anyway.

"So, see ya around, and don't get drunk again," Brent said, giving Crisp a (rather hard) pat on the back.

"No, I won't be doing that again," Crisp muttered as he walked towards his car.

As he got closer, he noticed something white stuck under the windshield wiper of his car. The sight caused a jolt of panic to course through him, and then he sighed.

It's probably another prank from that spirit wolf.

He walked over and saw the white object was a sheet of paper with a note scribbled on it.

"Okay, what's this then?" Crisp sighed to himself as he picked it up.

Dear Crisp,

Sorry I was obnoxious during the date just now.

I didn't give you a chance to talk properly.

I do like you and I hope you forgive me.

Crisp glanced around, trying to see who could have put the note on his car. The parking lot was empty; Brent must have already driven home.

A smile spread across Crisp's face as he climbed into his car. Brent must have left the note when he went out to make a phone call. Crisp thumped his tail against his seat. He had crushed on Brent since they had known each other in high school, and now the Alsatian had finally admitted it.

With the smile still on his face, Crisp started the engine and began driving home.

The note sat on the seat beside him and Crisp kept glancing down at it. Even if he was having a weird wolf apparition following him around, at least things were starting to look up. Crisp began forming a plan in his mind; throw the sneakers out and get rid of the wolf, then call Brent.

As soon as the plan entered his mind a horrible thought then occurred to Crisp.

"What if I can't get rid of Jordan?" he mused out loud.

He sighed and wondered if he would have to look up priests and exorcisms online.

If that would even work.

Crisp mulled the thought over as he turned into his street and pulled up on the driveway.

He stuffed the note in his pocket and walked in through the front door.

"Hey Crisp!" a voice called.

Crisp jumped and then let out a growl as he recognised the voice as belonging to Jordan.

"Seriously?" he sighed. "This is no longer scary, I mean I didn't think ghosts would go from scary to annoying in the space of one day, but you've managed it."

There was silence.

"Okay," Crisp continued. "What are you going to do? Appear next to me, walk through the wall or something."

"Nah, I'm sitting in the kitchen hoping we'll have another drink," Jordan responded with a chuckle.

Crisp made his way into the kitchen and sure enough, Jordan was sitting at the table. He noticed the wolf's tail was wagging rhythmically.

"You know, I'm gonna get a priest to do an exorcism on the house," Crisp said.

Jordan responded with a laugh.

"I wondered if you'd say that," he grinned. "Well, I thought you'd say you would get a sports celebrity to do it, but priest is a good one."

"I'm gonna throw the sneakers out," Crisp said, unlacing them. "All I wanted to do was give them a good home, not let them go to waste in the rain. Instead, I get a spirit who won't leave me alone."

"No, don't throw them out!" Jordan said, his tone suddenly sounded desperate.

"Wait, what?" Crisp replied. "Is this so you can still continue to haunt me?"

"No, it's," Jordan began before sighing. "Did you get the note I left?"

"You left that?" Crisp said. A wave of disbelief coursed through him and he felt a pang of disappointment. "Is this another joke?"

"No, it wasn't," Jordan said firmly. "Look, I've been thinking all of today and there's something I wanna admit."

"Right," Crisp said, feeling suspicious.

"Y'know, I've been bored being a spirit. It's lonely, I don't have anyone to talk to," Jordan said, glancing down at the table with a forlorn expression. "And I figured I'd have some fun with the person to find and wear my sneakers, you know like tease them a bit, be like one of those ghosts in movies that does freaky stuff, but in a fun way."

Something in the wolf's tone made Crisp walk into the kitchen and stand nervously near the table.

"I realised quickly it wasn't fun, it was actually kinda sad," Jordan said. "And you remind me of a guy I used to like, so I decided rather than play pranks I wanna get to know you better, while you're sober too."

Crisp stood in silence for a moment, digesting all of Jordan's words.

"I have a spirit who has a crush on me," he eventually said out loud.

"Yeah, not everyone can boast that," Jordan grinned.

"I think everyone will think I've gone insane," Crisp sighed.

"Fair point, but we can keep it a secret," Jordan shrugged. "I mean, you were pretty quiet last night when I helped you out."

"What exactly did we do last night?" Crisp asked.

"Like I said at Ernie's, you got drunk, I helped you jerk off and then you asked for the sneakers and socks to be put on you," Jordan grinned.

"Right, I guess I wanted to make sure you were not doing anything without my permission," Crisp said.

"Oh, no I didn't," Jordan replied.

There was a moment of silence.

Crisp hesitated, and then took a seat at the table opposite Jordan.

"You know, you're the first person I've spoken to since I became like this," Jordan eventually said. "I had all these elaborate pranks lined up, and now it seems so silly. I should have thanked you for freeing me."

Crisp paused and then nodded.

"I thought the sneakers looked nice, so I wanted to bring them home," he reasoned. "You know, I could do with another beer."

"Don't get too drunk," Jordan teased.

"You're turning into Brent," Crisp sighed.

"Ooh, I'm giving you lectures on your well-being. Does this mean we're a couple already," Jordan laughed.

"No," Crisp replied as he retrieved a beer from the fridge. "Besides, you're funnier than Brent is already."

"Woah, imagine how Brent would feel if he heard that," Jordan laughed. "He's been out-contested by someone who isn't even living."

Crisp couldn't help but grin.

"Do you want a drink, can you even drink anything?" Crisp asked.

"Only spirits," Jordan grinned. "Okay, I know that was bad."

"Were you like this when you were alive?" Crisp asked as he sat back down.

"Pretty much," Jordan shrugged. "I guess being like this made my sense of humour more sarcastic, I mean walking through walls and magically appearing when you want to is cool, but you get jaded after a while, especially when you see how normal people can still eat, drink and do most things you take for granted."

"I can imagine," Crisp replied.

"But I can still jerk off," Jordan added with a wink.

"What do you shoot out? Ectoplasm or something," Crisp said.

"Heh, now you're getting all snarky," Jordan grinned. "I like it."

Crisp could feel his head starting to spin.

"I think I'm gonna lay down on the bed," he sighed. "My head is aching."

"Mind if I join?" Jordan asked.

"I guess," Crisp said as he stood.

He walked up the stairs, but he could sense Jordan moving close behind him. He turned and saw the wolf wasn't there.

"Huh?" Crisp said out loud, before turning to see Jordan was already at the top of the stairs. "Oh jeez, please don't do that."

"Sorry, bad habit," Jordan grinned sheepishly. "I'll try not to next time."

"Okay," Crisp said.

He walked up to this bedroom, set his beer down on the bedside table and threw himself down on the covers.

Jordan stood by the bed.

"You can sit on the edge if you like," Crisp said. "Unless you're going to turn into a horrible demon."

"Haha, no that only happened when I was drunk," Jordan laughed. "Which I can't do anymore."

"Life must suck for you," Crisp admitted.

"Yup," Jordan sighed. "If you can call it life."

There was another minute of silence as Crisp considered Jordan's predicament.

"Y'know, not to be toooo pervy, but you do look good in those knee-highs, and those red undies you wear are cute," Jordan admitted.

"Oh, thanks," Crisp said, taking a sip of his beer. "I've never been complimented by a spirit before."

"Does it feel any different to being complimented by a normal person?"

"Hmm, not really I guess," Crisp shrugged. "A compliment is a compliment."

There was another moment of silence.

"I haven't actually said thanks for taking my sneakers in and looking after them," Jordan eventually said.

"That's okay," Crisp replied. He looked up to see Jordan had perched himself on the bed next to his feet.

"How do you sit on stuff without falling through it?" Crisp asked with a grin.

"Spirits aren't like translucent things that fall through everything," Jordan said with an eye roll and chuckle.

"But you can jerk off?"

Jordan paused and then nodded. A grin then spread across the wolf's muzzle.

"Shall I show you?"

"What, here and now?" Crisp replied.

"Yes," Jordan grinned.

Crisp watched as the wolf slowly unbuttoned his jeans and then flop his cock out. At that moment, Crisp forgot the wolf standing before him was a spirit. He suddenly found himself captivated by Jordan's dick.

"Go on, you do the same, this isn't a free show," Jordan grinned.

Crisp hesitated and then eased his own shorts down and underwear down slightly. Jordan grinned with approval.

"These are cute," he mused, thumbing the waistband of Crisp's red briefs before he clamped his paw around his own dick. He began stroking it.

"You do the same," he instructed. "Get yourself ready, and then I might lend a paw and a muzzle."

Crisp began stroking his cock and despite the situation, he could feel it already growing hard.

This is not how I imagined jerking off with a hot guy, but I guess it works.

He lifted his shirt up slightly and continued jerking as Jordan sat back down beside him.

"Want me to lend a paw?" he offered.

The idea seemed weird to Crisp, but he nodded.

"O... okay," he said.

Jordan reached out and took hold of Crisp's dick. Crisp was surprised to find that Jordan's paw felt as firm as anyone's, not in any way cold or ghost-like.

"Heh, relax," Jordan grinned.

Crisp rested his head on the pillows as Jordan gave his shaft firm yet sensual strokes.

"I can do more?" the wolf offered.

"How do you mean?" Crisp asked.

The question was answered as Jordan placed his lips around Crisp's tip and began licking.

"Fuck, that feels like a normal guy doing that," Crisp said through gritted teeth as Jordan sucked him off.

He could feel the wolf playing around with the tip using his rough tongue.

"Told you we're not all translucent," Jordan said, momentarily taking a break before returning to Crisp's dick.

Crisp gritted his teeth and moaned as Jordan worked his way up and down the shaft, rubbing his tongue against the skin.

The wolf began fondling his balls as he sucked, gently kneading them in his paw as his motions up and down Crisp's shaft became more intense.

He then returned to playing with the tip using his tongue, causing Crisp to moan and squirm about.

"You like that?" Jordan said, breaking off to fix Crisp another grin.

"Yes," Crisp murmured.

Jordan returned to licking Crisp's tip while kneading his balls again.

"Fuck, I feel like I'm getting close already," Crisp moaned, feeling his tip growing sticky with pre.

Jordan broke off and continued stroking Crisp's dick.

"Better life that shirt up," the wolf grinned.

Crisp closed his eyes and hitched his shirt up further. He could feel the familiar surging feeling and a moment later he gasped as warm cum splashed over his chest.

He lay panting for a moment, unable to move as the feeling of pleasure washed through him.

"My turn," Jordan said as he laid down on the bed next to Crisp.

The wolf removed his hoodie, exposing a muscular chest. He began stroking his own cock with my firm, frantic jerks. He closed his eyes and a moment later he bucked his hips forwards and shot a load of cum over his fur.

"Woah, that was quick," Jordan panted. "I got pent up watching you get off last night, and now finally I've had my turn."

The pair lay on the bed panting in silence.

"How do you feel?" Jordan eventually asked.

"Weird, good but weird," Crisp replied.

"Heh, I can imagine," Jordan said. "But you had fun, right?"

"I did," Crisp moaned, still feeling the effects of the afterglow. "Genuinely, that was weird but fun."

"So, you're not gonna throw the sneakers out then?" Jordan asked.

"If it means more of that, definitely not," Crisp managed to grin.

"Good," Jordan chuckled.

"So, how am I gonna tell other people about us?" Crisp asked.

"About us?"

"I mean, if we keep doing this?"

Jordan paused and then grinned.

"Secrets can be a good thing sometimes," he reasoned.

"That's true," Crisp replied.

He rested his head against his pillow and grinned.

What had just happened felt very weird indeed, but it had been fun nonetheless.