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Little Green Men for FriskeCrisps by Lukos

Crisp stretched as he walked leisurely along the sidewalk. The rain had finally ceased and throughout the day the sun had dried most of the ground, leaving everything bright, verdant, and beautiful. The radiant orb shone high in the sky as it slowly began its long descent over the rolling hills of Ireland.

The wolf had never been here before, and he did wish he were able to experience this country with a friend. He had planned to bring someone, but that plan fell through when his friend had a family emergency to attend to.

"You should go anyway," the fox had said. "You spent a long time saving for this vacation, and everything's all booked. You won't get refunds on some of these things by now, and with this stuff going on, I'm just.... Just go. We'll do something together next year."

He thought of him now as he unlocked his rental car and sat in what he thought was the driver's seat, only to chuckle as he realized the controls were on the other side of the vehicle. "Vex told me I'd have to get used to that," he said.

Once he was seated in the right place, he backed out of the parking space and left the hotel, looking forward to getting back. The place was huge, with seven spacious floors and a full-size restaurant and other amenities he had never dreamed of having in a hotel. Even exploring it sounded like fun for when he didn't have anything better to do.

At the moment, however, he did have something to do. Vex the fox had chosen just one activity for this vacation before learning that he would have to cancel: a tour of Rainwharf Castle.

Crisp didn't know much about Rainwharf Castle, but he knew Vex enjoyed fancy architecture. The least he could do would be to go and take pictures and video for him. It was a nice day to be out anyway; the passing storm left the air cool and moist, and the scenery around him was breathtakingly beautiful. Civilization seemed to melt into verdant countryside dotted with farmland and rolling hills, with only small shops here and there. Crisp opened every window he could, deeply inhaling the clean air as he continued westward upon the winding road beneath his wheels.

About half an hour later, the wolf spotted his destination in the distance as he munched on a bag of "crisps" he had brought with him. Rainwharf Castle loomed over the horizon, its clean, whitish stone illuminated in the sunlight, its tall turrets high above Ireland.

The castle was no longer in use as a residence. Vex had mentioned that it had been home to some important person and his family long ago, but they had suddenly decided to leave it, and it had been well maintained and was now used as a landmark and for tours... something like that. All Crisp knew for sure was that the place was huge.

The road became cobblestone as he neared the large, iron gate, left open during the day to allow visitors entry. Past the gate, the cobblestone driveway made a big semicircle. Halfway around that semicircle, a beautiful fountain splashed serenely on one side, and the main entrance to the castle yawned welcomingly on the other. The cobblestone road then completed the semicircle to exit out another gate and rejoin the road beyond.

Crisp parked the car in a parking space between a passenger van and a convertible. "Guess I'm not the only one here for a tour today," he said, standing up and brushing crumbs from his green T-shirt. He glanced downward at his green-and-white high tops. The left one had come untied. He sighed and knelt on one of the smooth stones of the driveway, taking his thick, plush laces into his paws.

Crisp loved his shoes. He loved everything about them, in ways that he knew few would understand. His tail wagged slowly behind him as he slowly created the knot that would keep his shoes secure, paws running gently over the soft laces as he manipulated them. By the time he finished, his shoes snug once more around his footpaw, he noticed a tightness between his legs. He blushed just a little and cleared his throat, standing up to go to what he was quickly learning to call the "boot" to retrieve his camera, shoving his paws into the pockets of his jeans, and walking through the ornate archway and large doors into the foyer of Rainwharf Castle.

Almost immediately, a smiling employee greeted him, a handsome stoat. He wore a well-ironed pair of black slacks and a clean white polo shirt, and spoke with that Irish brogue that made Crisp feel giddy with admiration.

"Hallo, fella!" he said. "Here for a look at Rainwharf Castle, are ya?"

"You bet!" smiled Crisp. He felt his tail wagging behind him.

"Deadly! Well have a look 'round then, I'll be givin' one as soon as we 'ave that large group registered." The stoat nodded behind him toward the main office, a room set up after the owners of the castle left, which Crisp could see through its windows was full of people.

"I'll hang around here then," said Crisp, hanging his camera around his neck. "Thanks, um...."

"Finn." The stoat offered a paw, which Crisp shook readily.

"I'm Crisp."

"Nice to meet ya, fella." The stoat didn't even blink at Crisp's unusual name. Other Irish folk he'd met found his name odd, considering what crisps were in Ireland. "I'll see ya in a few, yeah?" Without waiting for an answer, Finn hurried off to the main office, leaving Crisp to gaze around at the foyer.

The room was clean and warmly decorated. Shiny, marble floors bordered and separated with lines of rich, dark hardwood expanded through it. The ceiling was high, with beautiful, crystalline chandeliers dangling brightly from it. Staircases began on either side of him and curved upward toward a balcony that ran around the foyer's perimeter, supported by ornate pillars. Crisp began snapping pictures. It was all so fancy, beautiful, big, he had no clue what to photograph first. He decided in the moment to take as many pictures as he could. Vex would find the ones he liked later.

It seemed like no time at all had passed before Finn emerged from the main office, this time with a group of assorted people behind him. Some were wearing green wristbands. Crisp guessed that these had occupied the passenger van. The others were of various species and ages and seemed to have come to Rainwharf Castle on their own.

Finn was confident as he began to take control. "For those of ya what haven' met me yet, I'm Finn," he began, "and I'm pleased to welcome all of ya to Rainwharf Castle. Now, this castle once belonged to the royal family of Ireland, but they left in a hurry about a century ago. An' I know what all of ya are thinkin', and no, the castle is not haunted. We'll get to that a bit later.

"Now, please follow me, and we ask that ya dun' touch or move anythin' unless I give the go ahead. As we walk toward the great hall, you'll notice these beautiful paintings on the walls in the hallway that were once...."

Crisp followed along with interest. Finn was extremely well-spoken, and his accent was very charming. He found himself listening closely as he continued to photograph the beautiful castle. The Great Hall was massive, with a huge ceiling about two-and-a-half stories high, floors entirely covered in that rich, dark hardwood, and rows of wooden tables where the royal family of Ireland would have parties and social events. Only people of interest to the royal family would be invited to attend, explained Finn, and Crisp figured that the royal family must be interested in all of Ireland, because the Great Hall could surely fit them all. Vex would love to see this.

The kitchen could accommodate a full staff as easily as it could a single person. The backyard was large enough to host a football game (American or otherwise), its lush, green lawn meticulously kept by a careful staff. Any one of the guest bedrooms could easily have fit his entire apartment inside it--and the master bedroom, where the King and Queen of Ireland themselves had once resided... what words were there?

The gorgeous canopy bed with its gentle curtains laced with gold thread, the lovely doors leading out to balconies overlooking the back yard on one side and the front yard on the other, the ornate torch sconces that sent light and warmth flickering through the room over a century ago, but now held electric lights for safety... it was all beautiful. This fancy lifestyle wasn't usually Crisp's thing, but he felt he could get used to a place like this.

"And now," Finn was saying, "we can talk about what I know all o' ya are interested in: the legend o' the Rainwharf Leprechauns." His eyes seemed to meet with each and every member of the group. Younger ones stepped forward eagerly, while older ones met his gaze with mild bemusement. He smiled knowingly and walked backward as he spoke before turning to his right and starting down the long hallway lined with doors to guest rooms and studies and lavatories toward the foyer balcony.

"It spanned many rainy nights long ago," he said, his voice dropping an octave or so for dramatic effect. Crisp had to smile at the way the stoat was enjoying himself, walking slowly through the hall ahead of the group, paws spread as though he were recounting an experience he himself had had in this very hallway. "Torchlights would flicker out unexplained, vases would crash to the floor and shatter inta millions o' pieces when no one was around to move 'em, doors would mysteriously open when they had last been locked, and these very halls echoed with the mockin' sounds o' poltergeists...." Finn turned around dramatically, stopping in his tracks. The group stopped with him. "But not everyone heard their voices," he said.

After a moment's pause, he smiled again, turning back around and walking the last few steps to the door, opening it to allow the interested guests passage onto the foyer balcony. "It was Prince Brian," he declared as they walked past him, "offspring of King Arden and Queen Alannah, Crown Prince of Ireland, fourteen-year-old sole heir to the throne, what 'eard the sounds comin' from the southern attic, the one closest to his parents' bedroom."

Crisp walked backward at the back of the group as it began to move along the balcony, face-to-face with Finn as the stoat strolled happily behind them, still speaking, paws behind his back as he looked directly at him. "Prince Brian feared little. After all, he had always somehow had protection from 'arm. Why should 'e fear somethin' in 'is own home? So he turned toward the attic, an' went upstairs. Turn left 'ere."

The group went into another hallway similar to the one they had just come from. The biggest difference was an extra door right at the end of the hallway, facing them. It was the same size and color as every other door in the hallway, but as Finn continued to speak, it seemed to loom over them. Crisp knew as soon as he turned and saw it that this was the door to the attic in Finn's story. As they approached it, Finn spoke slowly, ominously.

"He walked up the stone steps. There aren't too many of 'em; the attic is directly above us. The noises didn' seem to get any louder or softer, but somehow 'e didn' think 'e was in the wrong place. And d'you know what?" He paused. Crisp could feel the tension in the hallway as they continued to walk. Suddenly, the stoat bounded forward past all of them, slamming his back against the door as if he didn't want them to enter. Everyone jumped and took a step back from the door, as though whatever Finn was protecting them from would seep through the cracks, but then Finn smiled again, mischief written all over his face.

"...The fella was right," he said.

The woman next to Crisp shivered and exhaled. "He's an excellent storyteller, isn't he?" she said in a British accent. Crisp had to agree.

Nervous, intrigued, the group walked up the stairs, one way to a landing, then back the other to find themselves in a large room, dimly lit with electric torches. An old bed with no mattress was there, along with empty wooden crates, heavy-looking trunks, and other old furniture. The place had clearly been kept like the rest of the castle. For all the old things in there, there was no musty smell at all. "Once inside," continued Finn, his voice barely breaking a whisper, "he saw... he saw...."

Everyone was leaning forward, wanting desperately to know what Prince Brian saw, to find closure or progress in this suspenseful story. Finn turned to look at them, somewhat crouched, looking as though he were about to utter some unspeakable truth that only they were permitted to hear.

"We have... absolutely no idea what he saw." The stoat smiled and straightened up. Nervous chuckles and groans scattered through the group.

"Ach, yer a terrible one, aren't ya?" complained a man to Crisp's right. Finn chuckled. "It's all legend! That legend says the house was infested with leprechauns, odd little midgets what caused all sorts o' trouble and drove the entire family mad, but the only one who seemed to know anythin' was Prince Brian." He shrugged. "I mean come on, this is Ireland, but leprechauns exist about as much as the bogeyman. It was a bored, imaginative early-teen's word against all the logic in the universe."

He spread his paws, looking around the carefully-dusted attic. "Whatever it was, the royal family figured it'd jus' be more convenient to go elsewhere. They had the Winterford castle refurbished to their liking and left, leaving behind whatever was causing the strange happenings 'ere. Anyway, we'll take a short break. Meet me down in the foyer in ten minutes fer the second part of our tour!"

As the other guests left, Crisp's camera clicked rapidly. The wolf wondered if Vex knew about this legend. If he did, he'd probably be excited to have pictures of the attic that was allegedly the source of Rainwharf Castle's haunting.

"Hmm... where might leprechauns hide?" he asked aloud, peering through his viewfinder at the room around him. There was nothing in here that would easily break. Maybe he could poke around and find something interesting to photograph.

Looking around to make sure he wasn't being watched, Crisp cautiously approached a chest of drawers, reaching out a tentative paw and pulling one open. Nothing was inside.

"The hunt continues," he chuckled to himself, snapping a picture of the inside of the drawer before closing it once more to poke gently through some wooden crates. He started as he backed up and accidentally knocked one over, sending it clattering to the ground. "Shhhhhoot," he muttered under his breath, turning to clean up his little mess. Thankfully, the crate hadn't broken, but the lid had popped off. He picked it up and set it back to what he thought was its normal position.

"Guess that's enough for now," he said aloud. It had probably been about ten minutes anyway. It was time to go.

He descended the stairs to the door of the attic and tried opening the door. To his surprise, it was locked. He found it strange that while the attic was part of the tour it would be locked at all, at least during the day. No matter. He had the phone number for the front desk. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, pressing the button on the top that he knew would wake it from its state of sleep.

Nothing happened.

"Dead battery," he grumbled. "Perfect."

Surely ten more minutes passed as Crisp banged fruitlessly on the door, calling for help. He didn't understand why no one heard him right away. The place wasn't exactly a bustle of activity, but they had tours regularly. Someone should be nearby. What sucked the most right now was that he was missing the second part of the tour. He should have been out there getting more pictures for Vex. Rainwharf castle had been the one thing Vex had really wanted to see. Crisp would feel terrible if he couldn't get out of this attic soon.

Suddenly, he heard a sound upstairs. It wasn't much, just a small thud. With Finn's story still fresh in his mind, he froze, his back pressed against the door, peering up the staircase.

"H-hello?" he asked the empty room nervously. There was no reply.

"Look at me," he said to himself. "Ten minutes in here and I'm already hallucinating." He sighed and walked back upstairs. Maybe he could just wait for the next tour to come through. Maybe Finn would be the tour guide again.

The wolf ran a paw over the goggles between his ears and through his messy hair as he sat on one of the wooden crates to wait.

About five minutes later, there was another thud. Crisp jumped, rising quickly to his feet and looking around for the source of the sound. He wasn't hallucinating. He had definitely heard something.

"Hello?" he called once more, nervously, wishing the lights were a little brighter. "Wh-who's there?"

Another sound, softer than the thud. Was it... was it a snicker? Crisp had to get out of there. He had no clue who or what was in the room with him, but it was making him feel afraid.

He walked quickly toward the stairs. If he started to bang on the door again, maybe someone would hear him this time. It was definitely worth a shot.

He almost got a footpaw on the first step.

"Heeellooo, me laddie!" A rather short figure suddenly popped out of nowhere directly in front of Crisp. With a strangled cry, the wolf stumbled backward and fell to the floor, finding himself staring into the smiling eyes of a curious creature. He couldn't possibly have been any more than four feet tall, a wolf, just like Crisp. His build was similar to Crisp's, his eyes somewhat like Crisp's; it was like looking at a much shorter brother he just didn't remember having.

Suddenly, he noticed that the creature's fur had a rather green tint to it. It seemed to work well with his clothes: a simple, black pair of shorts and a forest-green T-shirt, as well as a pair of green, formal shoes over a calf-high pair of socks the exact same color as the shirt.

"N... n-n-no way," stammered Crisp, trying to slide himself backward across the floor, away from the apparition. "No way, no way, Finn just said leprechauns aren't real!"

"Finn, eh?" The somewhat high, jeering voice came from just behind him. He tilted his head backward. It was another one, again, similar to Crisp, but in different ways. This one had higher cheekbones, shorter hair, more startling eyes. "Guess I'll 'ave to pay Finn a liddle visit soon. Prove 'im wrong, aye?"

Crisp gasped and jumped back to his footpaws. Somehow, he felt comforted by the fact that he was so much taller than they were. He felt as though they'd have a tougher time hurting him, if that was in fact their intention. "C-can you get me out of here?" he asked the new leprechaun. Both of them chuckled a playful, almost happy chuckle.

"You want to leave?" asked the first leprechaun. "But you only jus' got 'ere, didn't ya, fella? Don't ya worry about yer tour an' the stoat's daft liddle story. Take a load off!"

Suddenly, in midair, another leprechaun appeared at eye level. With a crazy grin, he gave Crisp a hard shove to the chest. Crisp automatically set a footpaw behind him to steady himself, but one of the others grabbed it, and he found himself falling over the second leprechaun and landing on the cold, hard floor with a thud far louder than the two he had heard earlier.

The fall had hurt, but it wasn't Crisp's biggest priority at the moment. He didn't know what had happened to Prince Brian, but he truly didn't want to find out anymore. He wanted to leave. "Please," he begged, once again crawling backward across the well-cleaned floor as the three leprechauns, now side-by-side, began to advance on him. "D-don't hurt me, I'll do anything.... Just... just let me go!"

"Oh, we'll let ya go alright, laddie," said one of them, "after we have our fun. We're poltergeists, y'ken?" They all looked somewhat like him, and they all sounded almost exactly alike. It wasn't easy to tell them apart.

Crisp's breathing began to get quicker as fear gripped him. "W-what're you going to do to me?" he asked. Even to his own ears, his voice sounded small. One of them reached out and plucked the camera from around Crisp's neck. The wolf had forgotten all about his camera.

"Please don't hurt it!" he cried. The pictures on it were for Vex, and he didn't want to lose them. It's not like Vex would really believe that leprechauns broke it, after all. The leprechaun only smiled. Crisp watched as he turned it on and began pressing buttons.

"W-what's he doing? What're you doing? Please, you're not deleting the pictures, are you? Those are for my friend, I... please, just let me go--mmph!"

He grunted as a furry green paw clamped his muzzle shut. "You talk too much, d'you know that, fella?" asked the offending leprechaun.

"There, got it," said the one with Crisp's camera. He set it down on a wooden crate, aiming it at Crisp. The wolf noticed the red light flashing on the front. It was recording. Whatever they were going to do to him, he would be able to relive it later. "How convenient," he thought miserably.

Suddenly, one of them produced a pair of shoes, green all over, much like their own. Crisp did a double-take. The shoes had seemingly appeared out of nowhere at all, and yet there they were, sans laces. They were far too big for the leprechauns. They must have been for him. Draped on top of them was a pair of socks, lined all over with thick, horizontal, green-and-white stripes. They looked brand-new, soft and inviting. Crisp's ears perked.

"Since ya don' believe in leprechauns, laddie, we're goin' ta give ya a walk in our shoes!" declared one of the leprechauns.

"Oh, no," he whined, his muzzle having been released, "you're not going to turn me into a leprechaun, are you? I... I can't, I have to go back home, I--mmgh!" The paws clamped around his muzzle again.

"Dooon't you worry about a thing, me laddie," grinned one of the leprechauns. They all seemed quite jovial and happy-go-lucky, despite Crisp's fear. He jumped, his body going rigid as the three leprechauns simultaneously waved a paw in Crisp's direction. He felt his footpaws jerk, and looked downward in alarm to see his shoelaces glowing green. They rapidly untied themselves, and once they were free of their knots, each end seemed to stand up like a tiny, glowing snake, aglets pointed at Crisp as if they were staring at him.

Now, having one's shoelaces come to life would terrify most people, but this had happened to Crisp before near the end of a particularly bad day. The result, as he remembered it, had been quite pleasant. Because of that, while he had been startled, his reaction clearly wasn't what the leprechauns had been expecting. They seemed a little perplexed.

"Ah, a brave laddie, are ya?" grinned the one behind him after a quick glance at his companions, finally releasing Crisp's muzzle. "Well let's humble ya just a bit, yes?"

Suddenly, the laces moved again. The outer ends coiled, and then with a sudden, swift movement, they lunged away from each other. Just like that, they were free of Crisp's shoes. The wolf began to worry. He loved those laces, and he didn't want to lose them. They slithered and danced around him, and Crisp was thankful that the staff here didn't allow their floors to get too dirty.

One of the leprechauns suddenly raised his paws toward Crisp, a smile on his face. Crisp's beloved high-tops took on the same strange glow as the laces, and without warning, they popped off his footpaws, taking his socks with them and tumbling unbidden to the side of the room. That wasn't all. He felt his jeans unbuckling themselves, starting to tug downward.

Crisp let out a yelp, quickly reaching downward to try to keep his jeans on. He could feel his face turning red. What on earth were they going to do to him? Why were they undressing him? The jeans were curiously strong. They were sliding down his hips, and hanging onto them was proving to be a challenge.

That didn't get any easier when the shoelaces came to help the jeans get free. They approached Crisp, slipping underneath his shirt from his waist. Crisp immediately let go of the jeans, rolling in fits of laughter as the laces crawled quickly over his upper body.

"Oh-h-hahaSTOHohohop!" he cried, trying in vain to catch one of the laces so the tickling would stop.

"My, my," came one of the leprechaun's voices. "He seems to have liked that, aye?"

The shoelaces suddenly left, one slipping out of one of his sleeves, and the other out the bottom, and Crisp's paws darted down to cover his crotch, his face turning bright red. His sheath had swollen considerably beneath his snug boxer-briefs. He knew it was going to get worse; the leprechauns were using shoes, his weakness, to push his buttons.

"Aww, so shy," giggled the leprechaun holding the shoes and socks. "We've only just begun!" He tossed the items into the air. They immediately began to glow. As if magnetized, the socks immediately rocketed toward Crisp's footpaws, sliding perfectly onto them in all their soft, smooth, warm comfort. They were long; the elastic snapped firmly in place high up his calves, making him jump. He barely had time to enjoy them before the shoes easily slipped over them. Eagerly, the laces joined them, threading themselves through the holes and tying themselves perfectly in place.

Crisp couldn't remember a better-feeling pair of shoes, not since the day he had met Vex. They were cool, supportive, and comfortable. He felt his sheath stir once again.

The leprechaun behind Crisp reached under his arms and heaved him upward with surprising strength, just enough for the wolf to get his now-bare footpaws underneath him and stand straight. Suddenly, his arms were yanked upward as his shirt suddenly rocketed off his body, leaving him standing there in his underwear, blushing shyly as he covered the bulge between his thighs. The leprechauns stood side by side, considering him.

"Green cacks, eh?" mused one. "How patriotic of ya, fella!"

One of them smirked. "Look how shy 'e is! He's turnin' red."

"With all the red an' green he'll look like a Christmas tree soon!"

The three of them cackled raucously. Crisp's eyes shifted away as he blushed a harder. They had stuck him in shoes and stripped him to his underwear already. Did they have to laugh at him too?

"AHAHA-Ohohono! Nonono, wait, mates! Hah I got it! I got it!"

The two other leprechauns paused, staring eagerly at Crisp to see what their comrade would do. The middle one grabbed an invisible item in midair, then yanked his paw from left to right. Suddenly, there was a sharp tug at Crisp's underwear, and part of them suddenly ripped away from him. The torn green fabric flew several feet away.

"HEEEEEY!" The leprechauns celebrated in unison, then burst into a new wave of laughter.

Crisp gasped and looked downward. His underwear was suddenly very small. It barely contained the cock that was currently sliding out of his sheath. What would they do to him if they found out he was secretly enjoying this? What if they noticed that his cock was getting harder, and harder, and he had no way to stop it? His heart began to pound, his face burning with embarrassment as he endured the leprechauns' mirth.

They still weren't done. The one on the left spoke this time.

"Nono, my turn! He's all patriotic an' green, yes?" He outstretched his paws, which began to glow with the same green light. Crisp shut his eyes. Surely they were going to rip off the rest of his underwear. Then he'd have nothing left to mask his dick, which by this time was throbbing behind his paws.

"Da-dada-da-da-da-dada-da!" The leprechauns began to sing in unison. Crisp gasped in alarm as he felt his arms and legs beginning to move without his permission. Bewildered, he looked down at his own body, willing it to stop, but it would no longer listen to him. The leprechauns were its new masters. He began a strange sort of tap dance, the comfortable green shoes making loud tapping sounds on the wooden floor. His arms waved about alongside him. His cock bobbed and bounced in front of him. As soon as the leprechauns noticed, they froze, staring wide-eyed, seemingly nonplussed. Crisp continued dancing, suddenly becoming very aware of the wet spot at the tip of the tent in the now-tiny underwear he was wearing.

His face burned red. Panting as he continued to dance, performing strange hops and jumps, footpaws tapping vigorously against the floor, he stared at the leprechauns. There, they knew the truth. Maybe they'd let him go now. Maybe this would frighten them off.

To the contrary, there came a soft giggle from one of the leprechauns. They looked at each other, then back at him, then all at once burst into a fit of cackling, roaring laughter.

"AAAHAHAHA! THE BOY HAS A BONER!" one cried, rolling onto his back in mirth.

"JUST FROM DANCING IN HIS CACKS!"

"WHAT A RIOT!"

It was so loud that Crisp was certain someone below would hear the racket. While rescue would have been nice, he wasn't sure having someone else come up and see him like this would help his embarrassment. Even so, he knew that he was getting off on all this. His cock, as it bounced along to his dance, was positively throbbing. He could feel it.

The leprechauns seemed to laugh for hours, though Crisp knew it was only minutes. At some point, one of them managed to wave a paw, and Crisp was finally able to stand still, leaning over and propping himself up on his knees, panting for breath. He noticed the shoelaces quickly slither free once more. This was his chance to get out of the shoes. As erotic as this was for him, he was worried about where else this might go. He wondered if these same leprechauns had appeared to Prince Brian, and what they had done to him. He lifted a footpaw to kick one off. Immediately, one of the shoelaces moved into action, jumping onto the footpaw he lifted and pulling hard, sending him sprawling backward onto his butt.

Crisp grunted in pain, reaching down to rub his aching rump, the shoelace still pulling on his leg. The other one snaked toward his thigh, crawling onto it and slithering to the other leg before pulling it the opposite way. Crisp sat there, back propped against a crate, legs spread wide apart by his own two shoelaces. He felt exposed, utterly vulnerable, his cock throbbing visibly and pointed toward his own face.

The leprechauns calmed down. "Ah, you've given us a right laugh, me laddie!"

"Time for yer reward, yes? Or ours, dependin' on how y'look at it!"

"Why don't you give us a nice liddle show?"

With the slash of a leprechaun paw, the rest of Crisp's underwear ripped away, leaving him completely naked except for the shoes and socks. Nothing was controlling him. The leprechauns wanted the satisfaction of seeing him right where they wanted him, willingly doing whatever they wanted him to do. In humiliation and sheer need, Crisp's paw slowly slid downward between his legs.

His cock was aching, wet with his own precum, and as he grabbed it and gave it a few strokes under the watchful eyes of the leprechauns, his head leaned back against the crate with a sigh of pleasure.

He didn't stay that way for long, however. The leprechauns were still watching with eager smiles, not doing anything else, and it was making Crisp very nervous. He hesitated.

"Oh, come on, laddie! Maybe this will help."

One of the leprechauns stretched a paw into the air, where a strange, white, cylindrical object with a rounded tip appeared--a dildo. Crisp knew exactly what was about to happen. The dildo floated rather quickly toward him, and he prayed that it would slow down as it settled between his open legs. He gasped as another leprechaun spread his butt cheeks apart with the same power, and the smooth, cool, soft material touched his hot, needy pucker.

Lube sure would have been nice, but after all the uh... fun that Crisp had been having with Vex lately, it still began to slide inside him without too much issue. Crisp could feel every inch as it made its way in, and it wasn't at all comfortable. Thankfully, almost as if the leprechauns had read his thoughts, a bottle of baby oil suddenly appeared in midair above him. Another sigh escaped his muzzle, this one filled with relief as he watched the bottle tip over and deposit a generous amount of the slick, sweet-scented liquid between his cheeks before vanishing once again. He gasped at the temperature, and at the sudden ease with which the object began to slide inside him. He removed his paw from his cock, leaning back against the crate and closing his eyes as it slid back out of him, then in again.

"Unnhh..." Crisp let out a soft moan. The dildo was actually pretty thick, and it wasn't stopping. It performed another thrust inside him, and it was picking up speed. He writhed in pleasure, grabbing onto the edge of the crate as the leprechauns assaulted his body with intense pleasure.

Again and again, in and out, deeper and deeper, faster and faster, the dildo pistoned into Crisp's body. His cock jumped with each thrust, occasionally sending squirts of precum onto his chest. He found himself trying to spread his legs further, and the shoelaces would happily oblige. He reached down to stroke his cock once more, and it throbbed appreciatively, immediately squirting precum right onto his paw. He couldn't help the loud, needy moan that escaped his throat. Immediately, there was a giggle, and the moan was echoed by leprechaun voices.

At this, the dildo suddenly jerked inside Crisp's body, hitting something somewhere that seemed to electrify his nervous system. A sharp, breathy cry left him. A leprechaun cackled before the cry returned mockingly to his ears.

Even in the midst of sexual ecstasy, Crisp could not escape their jeers.

The wolf blushed, continuing to moan and whimper helplessly as the dildo started targeting that sweet spot inside him, the one Vex could find so well. It rubbed up against it, pushing deeper into his body, massaging inside him and making Crisp squirm and moan and cry out in bliss. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. His paw flew fervently over his feverish dick, somehow encouraged by the leprechauns' imitations of how he sounded, the result of what they were doing to him.

"Ohh, please!" he cried. "More! M-make me cum!"

"Ohh please, leprechauns!" they mocked. "Mooore!"

"Aye, make me cum!"

"Do me, you're so good!"

"Yeah.... Yeah!" Crisp found himself agreeing. "Hnn... I'm... I'm going to cum...." Crisp's body was beginning to tremble, the heat of orgasm creeping quickly up his legs and building in his belly, sending pleasurable tingles to his extremities and making him pant in need. "Uh... hn... y-yeah... I'm... ohh, yeah, gonna cum... gonna cum, gonnacum! Ah!"

Crisp arched his back, closed his eyes and sighed in bliss as with a few more pumps of his cock, warm, thick ropes of wolf cum erupted from his member and splattered onto his chest and belly. The leprechauns continued to imitate his moans as he came, and he found himself smiling a little. They weren't so bad. They were just after a little fun. He opened his eyes, and gasped in shock.

The leprechauns were continuing to moan, but the three of them were floating right over him, exactly as naked as he was. For their size, their cocks were rather large, and their paws were eagerly stroking and pumping them. As one, they too began to orgasm, and their seed rained down onto Crisp's head, onto his chest and belly. Some even got into his hair. He was too shocked to react, even as they smirked down at him in satisfaction.

"You're a fun one, fella!" one said, his tail wagging behind him.

"We'll have to--"

Suddenly, there was a noise from the stairwell. The door was opening, and pawsteps were coming up the stairs. The leprechauns grinned down at Crisp and disappeared, leaving him completely naked, a dildo protruding from his butt, covered in semen.

Crisp was frozen in fear. He would not be able to get dressed and clean up before whoever was coming reached the top of the stairs. He already began to feel embarrassed again. Would he be kicked out of the castle? Arrested? Sent back to the United States?

Finn walked casually into the room. "Hey, there you are, fella!" said the stoat. "Did you get stuck in 'ere? That's the third time maintenance has 'fixed' that door! Oy, now, what's wrong?"

Couldn't Finn see him? Why was he pretending not to notice the state he was in? Crisp was so embarrassed that a tear was streaming down his face. "I... I'm sorry, I...." He looked down at himself to try to explain what had happened to him... only to gasp in shock.

He was fully dressed. His own shoes were on his footpaws, laces as tied and inanimate as they were before he stepped in the building. The dildo was gone, leaving his tail hole rather sore, and though Crisp's body still tingled with afterglow, there was no sign of cum anywhere. Somewhere nearby, he heard a soft giggle that Finn didn't seem to notice.

"I'm... I'm sorry," Crisp said, composing himself once more. "I was just... unhappy about being locked in here."

"Truly sorry, Crisp," said Finn, reaching down to help him up. "'ere, I know, we'll finish the tour, an' I'll give you a gift card for the shop downstairs an' a free lunch wherever y'please. Come on, don't forget yer camera."

Finn picked up the device and handed it to him. It was no longer recording, but it was still on. Crisp turned off the sound and began to reverse through the video as he followed Finn. There was no sign of a leprechaun, even at the end. They had somehow managed to avoid the camera's view the entire time. Other than that, the video showed everything: the shoelaces, his unceremonious disrobing, the broom, his orgasm....

"Crisp?" Finn was asking him something. Crisp looked up at him, ears perked, confused. "What?"

"I was asking where y'wanted to eat."

Crisp smiled and turned off his camera. "I don't know. I'm not from around here. Surprise me."

He'd have one heck of an album to show Vex when he got home.