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For FriskeCrisps. He stays crunchy, even in milk.

A.N: So for all of you that have read any of my stories.. All three of you, than you know that I often have a little authors note at the beginning. These are more for myself and a timestamp to look back on and think "Wow, I remember that," or "Wow.. I can't believe I sucked so bad." This being a commission won't change that. BUT I won't drivel on as much. I recently found a job at a small truck stop as a chef (really a cook. Chef just sounds fancy). I do very well at it, and it's only been one day since my last work related injury. They have yet to realize I am just a Pug wearing human clothes. My God have mercy on their souls when I reach my ascension.

The collective humming of children in a small cafeteria was enough to drive even the hardiest of teachers insane, but today the noise went above the usual. For tonight was the childrens night. The night where they each spoke of neighbors houses, and where to go. Who gave out apples last year, and who gave the extra large chocolate bars. It was the same thing every year on Halloween.

"If you go to the big red house on the hill, the man stands and yells at people. But my brother went to his door and-"

"So me and Mary are going as Dracula and Marilyn Monroe. I said it's dumb but she wanted-"

"I would DIE if we get all the way to her house, and she ran out of Nutty Putty's. You know she gets those from Germany-"

"IT'S SO LOUD!" Chance yelled, banging his hands on his desk. The kid was never one for loud noises. "Dude, they act like this only happens once a year!"

"It does only happen once a year, Chance." Crisps said after setting his chocolate milk on the table. "And you're just mad because you spent your costume money on a video game." Chance stood and slammed his fists down once more, pointing to his new friend who had only came to town but a few months ago.

"Generic JRPG 38 is not a video game! It is a lifestyle, and you may not like me for who I am, but you will except me!" Chance sat back down and crossed his arms. There were plenty of things he could say about his choices on his money at the moment. But Crisps seemed more focused on his meal and talking to the other friends of the small group. "It doesn't matter. I go over to one guys house, and I'm loaded for the rest of the year. Last year I had so much candy I used it as currency at school. Did you know three Ho Ha's gets you a pack of cigarettes. I don't smoke, but I could have."

"How riveting." Crisps said with one arm under his head, elbow on the table for support. "Oh! Vocabulary word!" He reached for his backpack and pulled out a red folder, scribbling on a paper inside. "Three more, and I'd use them all for this week. How're you doing on yours?" Chance shrugged. He never did his till the last second, where he'd use a long drawn out speech using all of his words as an excuse on why he didn't do the assignment.

",But you know, some kids are going to that old magic shop that went out of business." This caught Crisps' attention. While he didn't swivel his seat around to listen to the teachers, he still concentrated on their voices over everyone elses. "You know the owner never went back to get his things? They're just laying around the store as a mess!" If Chance had been paying attention, he could have found a nifty place to try and find a costume. But the cat was more interested in his packed lunch.

"A magic shop? Full of old magic stuff? This looks like a job for Crisps, ace Detective." The boy rubbed his chin in thought, Chance looking up and giving an annoyed sigh. "Dude, do we have to do this every week? You play Detective, try and sneak in some place you shouldn't be, fall, cry until they find your parents and then you get grounded for the weekend."

"...Just jelly of my skills."

Chance took this is stride. "All right. Waste your Halloween. While I'm getting a buttload of candy, you sneak in to some abandoned store and get murdered by the crazed prospector looking for gold in them thar' hills." Before Crisps could ask Chance just what in the hell he was talking about, the kitten had taken a bite out of his sandwich, and was chewing with a resolve that eeked 'I know what I said, and it makes perfect sense,' no matter how much it didn't.

"Chance, what if there's really cool stuff in there? I mean- There could be, like-"

"Homeless people? Dirty syringes people used? A rapist? Nah, it's fine." He took another bite. "Please, continue with this suuper smart plan. I can't wait to read your missing persons poster tomorrow."

Crisps said nothing, but his mind had been made up. He was getting into that shop.

The walk in to town to the failing downtown district would have reminded Crisps way to much of Stand By Me if he had seen the film, or read the book. If he had, one would think he'd expect a dead body at the end of his trail.

"Thank you for your help, Detective Crisps. We never would have known there was a crazed prospector in this building had you not shown up!" Crisps said in an authoritative voice. "No problem mister President! I knew he wasn't a ghost by the specks of gold dust he had left on the floor after chasing off those four teenagers and their pet dog!" "Oh Crisps, you're soo smart!" he said in a mocked imitation of Chance's voice. More whiney, though. "I wish I could be as smart as you and not a dumb stupid slacker!"

Those were his last words before climbing through the window of the store, for a moment getting his red shoes stuck in the window sill and hanging upside down. "Well, great. This is suuper awesome. No, it's fine. It's super great. Feels so great on mah dick gurrl." The boy looked around for anything he could use for balance while correcting this small problem, and decided upon a nearby bookcase. The wolf held on with all his might and tugged, pulling his shoes from the window and down with him to the floor below. He didn't hurt anything, luckily.

"Wow it's dark in here... You know, as I lie here, I get the notion I should have brought a flashlight to this place because it is DAARK!" The boy stood, with hands extended forward so that if he were to run in to anything, he would get some small notice. The entire place was darker than any room he had ever been in, and reminded him of when the power went out a few months back when they had first moved in. The only thing he was sure of was that there was some sort of light coming from the other side of the room. He just wasn't sure what it was. It was a orange glow, like the tip of a cigar as it was puffed on. But this light was changing. From orange to green. The dark furred pup grabbed at it, and a smooth round object laid in his hands. He didn't need to see, to know what it was. A magicians wand.

"Oh, my God. It's a magic wand!" The boy flicked it several times, watching the glow of the wand in the blindingly dark room. He waved it about, flicked it, and even had a small imaginary rave party. A nifty find on Halloween night. But when he flicked it once more, that was when the old thing woke up.

A shot of orange light hit the ceiling, and before the wolf could even be startled, the store gave a natural glow, as if there were working lights everywhere. It was bright enough to see, dark enough to be.. Romantic? It reminded him of the lighting of fancy restaurants. Dim so that you looked at the person next to you, instead of all about.

"So, it's real? Maybe I should be more scared, but this is awesome!" The boy flicked it again, a green sludge of sorts protruding from the wand and falling to the floor with a wet sloppy noise that made Crisps cringe. "It's.. What is it?"

The thing rest where it had fallen, before lunging at the boys feet and on to his shoes. "My babies!" Said the cub who was proud of his hip shoes that had cost quite the pretty penny. Before he could even get them off, or swat the thing away, it faded away.

The boy fell on his rear and watched them. Something had to happen.. But what? Eventually he assumed that it was a spell gone wrong, maybe something he would never need to worry about.. And that's when it got good.

It was the fluttering of the strings as they grew in length, wrapping around his legs and expanding further and further up his body. The boy reached out, hitting the strings with the wand and realizing all he was doing was hurting his self. "Okay, okay.. Gotta be an off switch somewhere. Uh.. Uh.. Stop? No, I didn't have to say a spell the first two times.. Uh.." The strings continued to crawl, sliding in to his shorts. The boy thought they would go further up, maybe to his neck where they'd strangle him, or eyes where they'd poke him repeatedly. Instead they poked at the underwear under his shorts and slipped through.

"Ah, what are you-" He was cut off as the living clothing pressed against his furry balls, caressing their master in a sensual way he had never known before. "O-Oh god.." He knew getting kicked in the nuts hurt... What if they tried to rip them off!? Luckily, they seemed to be more interested in touching them. Feeling them. And finally, going further, up to his young cock. The boy bit his lower lip and laid his hands to his sid. He couldn't tug them off when they literally had them by the balls, could he? He didn't want to try. The feelings as the fabric ran against his bits was worth the risk of their playing so far, and the stimulation was foreign and exciting.

A small groan escaped as the plastic bits at the ends ran across the head of his penis repeatedly. "What are you doing?" He asked it as he laid down. He didn't know what this was, but he loved it. After the high came down.. He'd probably be scared his shoes had come to life. For now, however, they could start talking as long as they felt this good. The two laces which had been on his testicles moved out of his underwear and slithering past till they reached the brim of his shorts. In a fluid motion, with strength weak fabric should not possess, they pulled the shorts off, leaving the boy in his red and white underroos and shirt. The shoes didn't even count as articles of clothing. They were alive, and they were doing what the creature Crisps had summoned was made to do.

As soon as the pesky shorts were out of the way, the laces returned to their duty. The cool night air against his legs, the feeling of the accessories against his young bits.. It was more than a cub going through changes could take. The boy belted a loud, high pitched moan as his cock was attacked as soon as it came to life, two of the threads wrapping around his cock and stroking in time with the twitches it produced naturally.

"A-Sh-Shoes.." He didn't know what else to call them. They didn't have names, after all. "C-could you just, uh.. Oooh yeah.." He laid his head against the ground, arching his back as the strings played with his balls, heaving them up and down, wrapping around them and writhing much like the pair assaulting his puppy penis. His cock twitched in time with his soft moans, and whatever fear he had was replaced with the pleasure he didn't know would ever end.

The feelings of pressure started in his balls, and no sooner had he felt them that the textile tentacles slowed their assault on their little sex master. They waited for his breathing to return to normal, or rather the feeling started to pass, and picked up their pace once more.

Crisps had never felt that pressure before. His cut canine cock had gotten hard plenty of times, but never had he thought to touch it, or play with it. He just let it pass! Now he knew he would have to try this again when he could. The boy let out a low whine as the laces applied pressure to his balls as if to slow them on their quest to produce the sweet release of ejaculation that Crisps so desperately craved. "just.. A little more." Though they seemed reluctant, they had to oblige their young master.

The two around his cock pumped in unison, the tip of the bulge in his red and white undies were wet with his pre, and they wanted him to spill inside of the cute clothing that kept him "decent." He moaned, barked, and clenched his teeth as he was pulled and played with by the things. Would he ever reach the 'finish line', or whatever came after this pressure and feeling? He didn't have long to think about it as the feelings grew stronger, and the shoes did nothing to stop it. The boy turned on his stomach, resting on his toes, knees, and hands as it continued to build, thrusting his hips into the air as if he were on top of someone. "Ah.. I.. Ah!" Any sentence he had been trying to form was cut off by his loud eager moans as he reached the first, but not last, climax in his young life. Once, twice, four times his cock shook, and each time it released a wet turret in his undies that soaked the front of them. It was so strong, and so needed, that it left his legs weak, his ball aching, and an inner thirst within him quenched as he experienced an orgasm reached through stimulation of something as simple as a shoe lace, instead of the warmth of a hand or other person, Crisps having experienced neither.

The dark furred wolf lay on his stomach and huffing for breath, for a moment forgetting where he was, what night it was, and even what had just jerked him off! The strings slithered back to to their original positions save for one cum stained lace that stroked Crisps cheek as he passed out. With the sound of snores and light grumbles, the tip of the string gave him a small poke, like a kiss to the cheek, and then slid back to its "brothers". The strings, which had come undone during this whole affair, moved with one another. The paired with their other side, string pulling and looping, till they were twins in the most perfect bow one could ever make for their shoes. The laces were thick and strong, and the only thing that could sway them from this position was their masters will.

The next morning seemed to come all to fast, Crisp sitting upright in his bed with a sudden yelp. He expected to smell the old store, to be in that weak light. But he was in his home, in bed, with underwear that clung uncomfortably to his fur as if something had dried, locking them together, and his shoes still on.

The boy blinked repeatedly, pondering if this was just a dream, or had the night before been-

"Oh I get it! This is the part where I realize that it had been a dream all along, and then I reach down, and pick up-" Just as he spoke he pulled his his left hand out of the sheets. And there was the wand, with glowing green tip.

And then, the shoe laces moved once more.