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The sign was unlike anything Crisp had seen before, though he had seen signs just like it a thousand times before; something about this one was different. It hung on the pale yellow wall of his high school's hallway, tugging at his eyes with some intangible desire that had the young wolf's attention immediately. The plain grey text-- badly marred by one of the school's many malfunctioning photocopiers-- carried itself with undeserved regality.

"TALENT SHOW NEXT WEEK. SIGN UP BELOW."

The simple instructions tumbled around in the boy's mind like a puzzle demanding to be solved; while the expectations were clear, Crisp could only guess at the feelings he felt roiling in his belly. A talent show?

"Hey Crisp, you going to sign up?

The voice spooked the black and white furred teen, his heart skipping a beat and his toes curling in his slightly battered red and white converse sneakers. He hadn't noticed the diminutive grey furred mouse as she'd slid in beside him, though he couldn't help but notice the somewhat knowing grin cracking her muzzle.

"Haven't decided, Fran" Crisp answered cooly, playing down his own surprise at her sudden appearance. "I mean, it could be okay, right?" he added, pretending to study the names already scribbled onto the sign-up sheet even as he watched his friend's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

"Could always dazzle them with your dance moves, Crisp" teased the girl lightly, a barely stifled giggle slipping from her. "I mean, nobody's really talking about Halloween anymore, so you might be able to move out of the social dungeon again." Crisp groaned out as he slumped forward, his head smacking the sheet and jarring his baseball cap loose. It had been months since he'd become a social pariah following an unfortunate attempt to sneak into the school after hours, but still the wolf could feel the eyes burning into the back of his head as he walked the halls. He could hear the chuckles in the cafeteria, and he could taste the almost palpable disdain rolling off the girls he tried to talk to.

"Not much for pep talks, are you?" The wolf's voice was muffled by the wall, his face still planted firmly against it and his hat's bill cocked upwards because of it.

"Sorry"

Crisp didn't answer. Fran had been one of the few people to stand by him throughout his period of ostracization, and her words carried more weight than he'd ever let her know. The words hiding in his thoughts found their escape in his hands, rather than his voice. The wolf pulled away from the wall and wrote his name in small print along one of the empty lines.

"What about you?" Crisp asked, letting the pencil tied to a screw beside the sheet fall back into place against the wall. "You signing up?"

"Are you nuts?" Fran's laughter hid her nervousness at the very thought, but Crisp didn't notice, he was far too busy staring at the sheet wondering just how bad an idea this truly was.

The day rolled along quickly after that; classes began, classes ended, friends greeted one another then parted, and finally the bell rang and they were released unto the world once more. Students flowed from the school's exits like water escaping a leaky boat, each eager to soak up as much freedom as they could before night came. The muted smells of spring cascaded across the damp school fields, tracks of mud marking where that year's flowerbeds had been planted. As Crisp slid around the corner of the squat whitestoned building, he was surprised by a weight colliding with him and forcing him up against the wall.

"Hey loser" a voice growled in his ear. Crisp recognized it immediately, his cheeks flushing with panic even as he tried to keep his voice calm.

"H-Hey Josh"

"I saw your name on the sign-up for the talent show."

"So?" The flash of anger Crisp felt as the hot breath of the large ursine who daylighted as a football player, while also acting as the school bully, washed over him was nothing new; neither was the helplessness that clutched at the boy's gut. The other male was large for an adult let alone a teenager, and every inch of that bulky frame was now pressing the much smaller wolf against the sun-warmed bricks of the school.

"Just wondering what kind of talent a little shit like you might have. You going to get up there and show us how you can change your own diaper?" The bear's mouth was inches from Crisp's ear, and for one fleeting second the wolf couldn't help but wonder if they looked as though they were making out to anyone walking past. The idea of starting a rumor about the large bear was short-lived, however. Instead, the young wolf had a far worse idea.

"Why? You gonna give me some pointers?" The words were out of Crisp's mouth before he could stop himself. They were the kind of words that could only hurt the insecure, but insecurity was one foe the bear couldn't bully into submission.

"What was that!?" There was no mistaking the anger in Josh's tone. The bear released Crisp only long enough to wind up his fist and hurl it at the wolf's jaw, a blow which missed by scant inches as Crisp scrambled to safety by ducking under the large bear's other arm and stumbling several steps away. A howl and string of curses punctuated Josh's fist connecting with the brick wall, and as Crisp ran for the safety of a hedged walkway nearby he could hear the bear roaring behind him, "I'm going to kill you, you little fag!"

Night was one of the few solaces Crisp found in his life. The silence that permeated the air sneaking through his window was a welcome change from the turmoil of the daylight hours. In the darkness the light became clearer, and imperfections were hidden; part of the wolf had always believed that his imperfections were just as well concealed by the encroaching darkness, and in their clandestinity, powerless.

Standing in front of his mirror wearing only a pair of slightly ragged white briefs and his favourite sneakers, the wolf looked himself over in a nightly ritual that had started as a joke only he knew the punchline to.

"Nope, still can't see a thing" the boy muttered to himself before letting a smile crease his lips. Kicking his sneakers off into a heap by the foot of his bed, the wolf dove in and was asleep in moments. The dreams which followed were some of the most vivid he'd had in years. Flashes of colour, the soft rippling sounds of laughter in darkened corners, and a light that sprang from the heavens as though heralding some inevitable angel's descent; they whirled through Crisp's mind with the violence of a semi colliding with a brick wall. Then, Crisp awoke.

The world flooded the young wolf's barely opened eyes, tearing into his brain as though trying to wrench it forcefully from sleep; there was no refusing such a demand, and soon the wolf rolled out of his bed. A paw trailed down the sweat stained fur of his belly, the wolf a mess of spiked tufts and unwanted curls after a restless night which had offered little rest for the boy. His cock was hard, but that wasn't unexpected; morning wood had quickly grown to be Crisp's replacement for coffee. The sharp tingle of pleasure that rolled up his spine as he stroked himself through his tight briefs an excellent call to wakefulness.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, the boy's fingers curled around his cotton-covered prick, sliding along its rigid length with as much tenderness as he could bear. Behind him Crisp could hear the soft trill of birds in the tree outside his window, and for the briefest of seconds the wolf couldn't help but imagine an almost mocking tone to the birdsong, 'we know what you're doing in there' they said in his mind; this momentary fancy was fleeting, but rather than deter the wolf it only egged him on. A blush crept into Crisp's cheeks. He had time before school started, the sun was just barely up! Pre-cum oozed into the wolf's briefs, darkening the tip of his tent as more of the pheromone tinted fluid coated his rock hard dick. The wolf was already close, and after several moments of silence broken only by his own stifled gasps and the wet slapping sound of his paw on his cock, he knew he was about to burst.

The wolf's orgasm broke suddenly, sweat beading on his fur as he came. Thick cum pumped into the wolf's briefs--cumming into them had become a habit of the boy's, a guilty one, but a habit none the less--and he bit his lip to keep from crying out and waking his parents.

"Mmmmmf!" the noise bounced around in his skull, made all the more potent by the smell of his own cream as his balls emptied into his now soiled underwear. The dark patch created by his pre-cum spread, and Crisp's hips lifted from his bed as he watched his own seed seep through the fabric. He could feel it as it slid down his length and came to rest against his balls, soaking into the cotton, only to cool and grow tacky seconds later. Panting for breath, Crisp let his quivering ass fall back onto the bed, his tongue lolling as a goofy grin spread across his muzzle. As his shaft grew flaccid, Crisp simply basked in the afterglow. The birdsong had moved away from his window by the time the wolf moved.

"Right..." he muttered to himself, "Now to clean up before--" Crisp stopped as he looked to the window. How was it possible!? The golden glow of dawn had already given way to the budding starlight of night. The boy, standing now in his cum stained briefs, looked frantically to his clock. Seven thirty, it proclaimed in bright red numbers that seemed almost aggressive in their intensity. It hadn't been dawn at all! It had been dusk! Panic seized Crisp's mind, and quickly spread to his muscles. How had he slept until dusk?!

A flurry of half-remembered memories flooded the boy's head as though the lack of response from his other muscles were being made up by an overactive imagination. The smells and sights of days of school barely recognizable days became the sudden slide of weeks--until--tonight. The talent show! It was tonight! The question how 'How' was quickly overpowered by the blaring alarm of 'right now!' The talent show had been scheduled to start at eight o'clock, and the wolf was standing like a man transfixed in nothing but his underwear and his shoes; why he was wearing them, or when he had put them on were the least of Crisp's concerns.

Like his memories of the last few weeks, the boy was a blur as he dressed. There was no time to change and even less time to worry about the now faded cumstains in his briefs. The comforting squish of his sneaker's inlays against his feet were the only thing that kept the wolf from losing himself in the nerves he felt choking his lean body. Black and white fur still a bed-frazzled mess of curls and disjointed spikes of hair, the wolf turned and bolted from his room and all but threw himself down the stairs.

"I gotta run, ma'! I'll be back in a few hours!"

"Don't trip over yo--" Crisp's mother's reply was cut off by the door clattering shut behind him.

The run to the school was a quick one. The wolf felt like he was flying! His sneakers thudded rhythmically against the pavement as he ran, and the occasional flick of his poorly tied shoelaces against his shin only amplified the boy's feeling of speed. His baggy white shorts and grey t-shirt, pressed tight against his body by the force of the air rushing against him, gave enough resistance to force Crisp to push harder, but like all adversity it brought out the fighter in him. Blocks raced by in relative silence, and somewhere above the stars looked down on him disdainfully, their burning faces a match for the heat Crisp felt in his cheeks.

As he neared the illuminated oasis of the school's main entrance, the speeding wolf found his balance dissolve away as one of his shoes came loose and tumbled from his otherwise bare foot. The otherwise harmless distraction was deepened by the presence of two male hyenas and a female doe standing in the shadows of the building. They looked to be about the wolf's age, and as sharp barks of laughter pierced the night, Crisp stopped to pull his shoe back on.

"Hey, kid" began one of the hyenas. The male--perhaps a year or two older than Crisp--slurred the words, the faint silhouette of a bottle in his hand. "You f'rget how to tie 'dem schues?" The lacklustre insult was sharpened by the chorus of drunken laughter that followed. Crisp tried to ignore him, but despite himself the boy felt his recently emptied cock already begin to harden again. Crisp hurriedly tied his shoes as the three strangers sneered from the safety of their bottles, intent no doubt on sneaking into the show and availing themselves of the performers' miscues and stumbles. Crisp had no time for them though, and despite their smirking, he rose and turned to leave... only to trip. The laughter that followed seemed to surround him, to pervade every nuance of his being and tear at it.

"Oh shlit, did you schee that!? 'dat little queer jusht tripped!"

"I bet he ain't even drunk" added the girl, her voice higher pitched and more sober sounding. "What a loser!"

The third member of the self-styled comedians stumbled about dramatically, throwing his arms up in the air before falling onto his ass and laughing loudly. "'ey, Neil. Guessh who I am?"

Crisp's cock was rock hard in his shorts once more, and his position laying bellydown on the night cooled cement only pressed that warm shaft up against his lower belly and made him squirm all the more. Looking down, the wolf was surprised to see his shoelaces had been tied together; what was going on tonight? Had he really tied his shoes together in his haste? The sound of laughter hammered at his thoughts as he tugged the laces loose and tried again, ensuring they tied properly this time before standing. When the wolf fell this time it was as though time slowed and he could make out every indent, speck of dirt, and displaced pebble on the ground as it rushed towards him. The extra time didn't soften the impact as he slammed against the cement once more. The laughter intensified and to Crisp's amazement the three strangers were now standing around him.

"Maybe hish legsss are just really really really really weak" suggested one of the hyenas, his tone serious despite the wide grin on his face, as though he were trying to solve an incredibly amusing puzzle. "You know... like how the resht of him books..." the hyena paused before trying again, "cooks."

"Looks, you idiot" corrected the girl before all three began laughing again. "You're almost as dumb as this kid here!"

Crisp could feel his cheeks burning as hotly as the steel rod in his underwear. When he looked down and saw his shoelaces had been tied together again, the wolf found himself unable to tear his eyes away.

"CRISP!"

The wolf was standing in the lit hallway of the school. His shoes--which were still tied together--were held in one hand, and outside he could hear the laughter of the three as though it were a blunt instrument trying to smash through the doors and catch the boy. Fran was standing beside him, her eyes made to seem larger by her glasses as she looked up at him expectantly.

"W-What?"

"You're on next, dummy" she chided almost playfully, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.

"My shoes... they keep" Crisp began, unable to form the words he needed to say.

"Don't worry, I thought you might have this problem so I got you a loaner pair!"

"You th--" Crisp began, only to have a pair of slightly oversized green shoes shoved into his waiting paws. His own converse sneakers fell to the floor with a flat thud.

"Now hurry!"

Crisp was still too confused to argue properly, and he hurried. A large door hung ajar nearby and through it the wolf could hear the bustle of busy stagehands as they prepared for the next act--him. As soon as he'd stepped through it, he was swept up with them and a cacophony of commands rained down on the wolf.

"Shoes on!"

"Remember not to trip!"

"Everyone's waiting!"

"The last act was pretty good, make sure you don't screw up, kid!"

"Of course he's going to screw up!"

"Just look at him!"

It was the three from outside! The melee of voices melted down until it was just theirs. They shoved and pushed the disoriented wolf, his vision lost in the bright lights above and the bleeding images that flashed before his eyes. Throughout all of he could feel something compressing his feet. The shoes were no longer in his hand, they were lacing themselves up on his feet as though they had a mind of their own, and their own ideas of how this night would go. A final strong-armed push sent the unprepared wolf stumbling out onto the stage.

"Next up. Crisp and his amazing dancing shoes!" The announcement boomed in Crisp's ears. The audience simply sat and watched expectantly without so much as a catcall.

The green shoes Fran had given the wolf were slightly large for him, he still found them snug against his toes. They sparkled in places as though embedded with fine emeralds, though they seemed to be little more than dyed leather with thick rubber soles; then, the boy began to dance. There was no music but the wolf moved with enough purpose to give the illusion that there was; he was doing it! Relief flooded the wolf as he danced across the stage, his body moving in time to a silent beat and his feet thumping out a beat to accompany it.

Still the crowd was silent. Until.

"WHERE'RE HIS PANTS!?" The call was like a blowhorn in a mauseoleum.

"GROSS!"

"WHAT'RE THOSE STAINS?!" The calls kept coming.

Crisp looked down in horror and found he was wearing only his cum stained white briefs and the green shoes. The boy continued to dance even as he shoved his hands down to try and hide the aching tent pushing up the front of his briefs, stretching them out enough to give a clear view through the distended leg holes. Despite himself, the wolf couldn't stop dancing!

"He's still going!"

"What a pervert!"

"OH MY GOD, HE HAS A BONER NOW!"

Shouts both muffled and loud reached the wolf's ears as though the speakers were right beside him. His cock was aching with need as the shoes sent him spinning across the stage, his arms lifting in a flourish that left his jostling tent on full display. Each step brought the boy closer to the inevitable ending he knew was coming. The spotlight followed him flawlessly, showcasing every curve of his nearly naked body.

"CREEP" shouted a girl near the front of the audience.

"HOW DISGUSTING! I THINK HE'S GOING TO CUM!"

"CUM INTO YOUR PANTIES, YOU PANSY!"

The shoes left the boy a whirling dervish of dismay, humiliation, and lust. He soaked up the insults and taunting catcalls. Laughter had begun to creep into the environment like white noise lurking behind the world of wood, velvet curtains and hideous emotional self-destruction he had found himself in. Finally, the shoes began to slow after nearly ten more minutes of the fevered dance. They drug the exhausted wolf to centre stage and sent him sprawling to his knees in a dramatic final pose which only highlight the pre-cum stained tent of his underwear. His hips were thrust forward, his arms thrown up over his head and then he came.

The boy's cock erupted for the second time that night. Musky seed spilled and spurted in thick gushes of his cum. It filled his briefs as his hips rolled in time to the powerful release. He could feel it oozing down his length, trickling down his thighs and sticking to his fur as a howl of pleasure escaped his lips and punctuated his dire indignity. The crowd roared in amazed chagrin, feet pounding on the floor as laughter rocked the building.

"PUSSY" "DIRTY FREAK!" "SHOE LOVING WEIRDO!" "DIRTY LITTLE FUCK!"

The taunts came hard and heavy as the boy rode out his orgasm. As it faded, so too did the spotlight and the world was plunged into darkness.

Crisp awoke with a start, his breathing quick and his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the well known sensation of cum cooling in his underwear and as the familiar, though shaky, trappings of his bedroom came into focus the wolf realized what had happened. His cock was still hard and the wolf grabbed for it through his blankets, feeling the cooling cum squelch against his hot flesh as he did.

"A dream..." panted the boy, sweat causing his bedding to stick to him. Looking to the clock, Crisp fell back with a groan--it wasn't even two in the morning, he wouldn't have to be up for school for another four hours! As Crisp lay there, staring into the dark overhead and listening to the wind careen past his open window, Crisp realized the true horror of this dream; there was still two more weeks until the talent show, two more weeks worth of sleeps, and two weeks of dreams still left to dream about that night.

Somewhere in the distance the wind picked up, and on it the boy could swear he heard the faint sound of laughter.