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The Education of Crisp: The Summoning for FriskeCrisps by Draconicon

Crisp chuckled as the dragon danced for him, the black dragon's feet tapping out a lovely, regular rhythm now that he was solid encased in the shoes. It was almost like being royalty, the wolf thought. Now that Draconicon was all caged up, he even had his own jester and dancer. It was almost the perfect revenge.

He lounged back as he watched the dragon dance from one side of the living room to the other, his teacher clad in nothing but the shoes, socks, and underwear that he'd provided for the dragon. Crisp waved his finger up and down, keeping the beat of the magic going as the dragon humiliated himself with a bouncing boner to go along with the rather silly looking shoes that the wolf had picked out for him.

"You're doing pretty good there, Draconicon. I almost think that you used to be a dancer before you became a teacher."

"This is - mmph - ridiculous, Crisp. How long are you going to keep this up?"

"Until I get bored of it, or until you learn your lesson, whichever happens to come first."

Not that I think you'll be doing that anytime soon, the wolf thought as he shook his head. Despite having control of Draconicon for the last couple of weeks, he swore that the dragon was as restless and resistant as he'd ever been. His teacher simply did not like to give up control, and if it hadn't been for the sheer power of the spells that he'd laid down on the dragon, he doubted that he would be as free as he was now.

Of course, playing on the dragon's fetish by making the binding shoes vibrate so often against his feet definitely helped. Crisp smiled as he let them go off again, and the already wet bulge in the dragon's pants jumped from the sudden vibration.

"Hehehe, having fun there, 'teacher'?"

"Crisp, I swear -"

He flicked a finger, and the buzz cut off the dragon's mutterings. Crisp chuckled as he stood up, walking over to his teacher as the dragon danced in place, and pressed a finger to the throbbing bulge. Draconicon groaned, not quite whimpering, but he had the feeling that his former master was pretty close to it.

"How long has it been since you got a chance to cum?"

"Mmph."

"How long, Draconicon?"

"I'd say...maybe seven days now. Maybe eight."

"Which is it? Seven or eight?"

"...Seven."

"Good boy," he said. "If you'd gotten it wrong, I'd be making you wait a bit longer."

This time, the dragon did whimper, and the wolf stifled a chuckle of his own at the sound. It was all part of the plan. The longer that Draconicon went without a release, the more perverted the dragon got. The more perverted he got, the better he responded to the little tricks and teases that the wolf put out. It was something of a win-win deal, particularly as it meant that he had control and Draconicon had to earn his releases.

He leaned in, tapping the bulge a couple of times, and it throbbed and oozed all the more from the little touches and pressure that he put on it. The dragon continued to moan above, and Crisp shook his head.

"All sorts of pent up, aren't you?"

"You try going seven days without orgasm when you're teased all the time."

"Heh, no thanks. I'm not crazy."

"You think I am?" Draconicon held up a hand. "Don't answer that."

The wolf shook his head with a chuckle. It was about as much as he expected from his teacher. He stood up, taking a step back.

"Alright, you can cum. But only if you click the heels of your shoes together three times."

"Why -"

"Do it, or you don't get to cum."

"...Fine."

The dragon looked down at the shoes that he was wearing. Green and white, they were, with matching socks running halfway up the dragon's legs. They were about as silly a pair as Crisp could find in the house, and they were so big that a normal person would never be able to walk around in them. Draconicon could only do it because he was so big, and had such large feet.

As he was instructed, the dragon clicked his heels together, and immediately blushed. Crisp smirked a bit.

"Feel that?"

"You are a sneaky bastard..."

"Thank you."

The wolf knew that the dragon's power was stronger than his, and he knew that the only way that he could keep the dragon from eventually breaking through his spell was to keep him constantly distracted. Of course, there were many ways to do that, but he'd found the easiest one to simply keep turning him on. The clicking heels were simply the newest thing; a small spell had been enough to connect the heels of the shoes into the dragon's nervous system. Each impact of heel to heel would be like tapping one's funny bone against something, except instead of pain, it was pleasure.

And considering that the dragon couldn't cum without permission, well, he had a feeling that Draconicon wouldn't be able to resist doing a little more heel clicking in the future.

He watched as the dragon clicked his heels together again. Crisp matched the dragon's moan, imagining how it would feel to be forced to do that -

No, don't start thinking that, he said, cutting that line of thought off before it could get any further. The last thing he needed was to start thinking of being a submissive again. As fun as it could be, he didn't need to weaken in front of the dragon. Draconicon would take any opening he could get, and if he -

"OOooooooh!"

Crisp snapped back to attention as he heard the dragon cumming hard, chuckling to himself as he saw the tent in the dragon's underwear darken massively from his orgasm. The wolf reached out and grabbed it, rubbing it as it continued to spurt again and again until the front of the white briefs were utterly soaked.

"Heh, look at that. Such a messy dragon."

"You try -"

"You know there's no way that I'm trying a week in chastity. No, that's your job."

With a wave of his hand, the wolf slowly pulled the dragon's cock back down. It was forced to soften - and not comfortably, judging by the look on his teacher's face - and it was pushed down between his legs. The way that it curled back was a necessity, even if a bit uncomfortable; that way, the damn thing couldn't harden without his permission, and the dragon couldn't take any liberties with the wolf's body that Crisp didn't want him to.

That accomplished, the wolf finally turned his back on his teacher, looking towards the library that they'd moved out of the bedrooms to the main room. The walls of the living room were utterly covered with shelves now, and each one was filled with magical tomes.

"Let's see, which one, which one?"

The wolf smiled as he walked along the walls, running his finger along the spines of the books as he considered what he wanted to learn next. Over the last two weeks, his education had run ahead by leaps and bounds, covering fireballs, lightning bolts, even basic transformations. He was amazed at how fast he'd learned how to work this magic, but it didn't satisfy his hunger. He wanted to learn more.

Crisp was tempted by the summoning arts before, but Draconicon had always turned him down. The wolf had understood at the time, as summoning tended to be a bit on the dangerous side, but since then, he'd learned a lot of defensive magics. He doubted that there was anything in there that he couldn't handle.

He reached for one of the red-bound summoning books, and was about to open it when a black scaled hand grabbed it.

"Draconicon, let go."

"Crisp, I know that you aren't in the habit of listening to me anymore, but you might want to change your mind. At least for now."

"You've been teaching me plenty of magic. I think I can handle a few otherworldly creatures."

"You don't know what you're talking about. This book -"

"I said, let go."

He let a bit of electricity zap from his fingers into the back of the dragon's hand. Draconicon pulled back almost immediately, and Crisp walked across the room as he opened the book and flipped through the pages.

"Let's see, what do we have here..."

"This is a bad idea."

"Well, it's my idea, so you always think those are bad. Now shut up and let me read this."

Ignoring the way that Draconicon was eyeing the windows and door, Crisp sat down and started to read through the book. It was written in all sorts of sigils and symbols, and even with his crash course in learning magical writing, it took longer than he wanted to admit to translate them enough to read. What he got was a surprising insight into the nether realms.

The entire book was about demons and demonology, of summoning and controlling them. He hadn't entirely thought that they were real, at least not the way that they were portrayed in other media. To a degree, he was right. The demons here were a great deal worse than the troublemakers that a lot of cartoons and shows portrayed them as. They were much, much worse than that.

But on the other hand, they were powerful, and useful. And though Draconicon used his magic to keep the manor from getting too badly dirtied, the wolf could always use another servant. Not to mention how it would free up both their time in order to let them focus on magic and schoolwork more.

It took him only a few minutes to locate a summoning spell, and just a few more to find a binding circle. The wolf held out his hand to the dragon.

"Chalk, please."

"Crisp, for the last time -"

"I said please, what else do you want?"

The dragon sighed under his breath, snapping his fingers. A stick of chalk appeared in the wolf's hand, and he grinned as he started drawing out the appropriate symbols from the book. Admittedly, it didn't look that great on hardwood, but he was pretty sure that they could find a spell to clean it up. Or the demon could do it.

Then again, the demon could probably escape if I had them clean up their binding circle. Scratch that idea, he thought.

He compared the rough circle to the one in the book, and adjusted a few of the star points before nodding his head at its appearance. It wasn't quite as polished as the one in the book, but it was good enough to hold a demon, he thought.

Draconicon, however, was still nay-saying.

"Crisp, I'll beg you if I have to, but please, stop this. You don't have the control necessary to hold these things back."

"And I suppose you do?"

"Well -"

"Forget it. I'm not letting you back out of the restraints for this. Now, how do I say this word?"

"..."

"Draconicon. This word?"

"Inshamenus."

"Say again?"

"In. Shah. Meh. N. Us."

"Thanks."

The wolf nodded, looking back to the words in the book. The rest were pretty easily understood, and he cleared his throat to make sure that it wouldn't come out garbled. The last thing he needed was to say it wrong. But before he could open his mouth, Draconicon broke in again.

"Crisp -"

"Look, I said I'm gonna do this, and I'm going to do this. Stop trying to stop me!"

"But Crisp -"

Waving his hand with a silencing spell, the wolf turned back to the book one more time. The grunts and frustrated groans of the dragon weren't even real distractions anymore, particularly not compared to his constant complaints. Now, it was time to show him just what he'd learned.

Reciting the summoning chant, Crisp looked from the book to the circle again and again, watching as a dark red light began to fill the air above it. Encouraged by the sight of the building magic, he looked back at the book again, dragging his finger over the incantation until he got to that word again.

How did he say it again? Insha...isham...

"...Inshameni!"

"You...idiot!"

Crisp whipped his head around as the spell finished, glaring at the dragon. It was kind of a credit to the dragon that he'd been able to work a way around the silence spell so fast, but it was annoying, too.

"What's the matter? I cast the spell."

"No, you cast a very similar spell, with two very big mistakes!"

"Like what?"

"Like summoning two of us instead of one, mortal."

Crisp slowly turned around at the deep, reverberating voice that suddenly filled the air. Standing in the middle of the circle was not one, but two large, red-skinned demons. They looked like genies, almost, except that their smoky tails ended in a scorpion sting, and their burly chests were far more...oiled up...than he remembered them being in old stories. He gulped at the pair of them.

"And...and the other?"

They just grinned at him, their smiles spreading around their heads until the tops actually separated from the rest of their heads, floating above a very, very toothy mouth. Crisp gagged, looking back at the dragon.

"What was the other mistake?!"

"You didn't put in the binding candles..."

"What? Candles? You're kidding -"

He looked at the book, and right there, in the design of the circle he thought he'd copied just fine, were five candles that were supposed to be put into place. The wolf's stomach felt like it had dropped right out of his body as he realized how much he'd just fucked up.

The demons in question chuckled, their laughs sending vibrations through the floor and up through Crisp's legs. He backed up a couple of steps, then stopped as his legs were suddenly frozen.

"Wha -"

A quick look down showed that they were encased in the same dark red light as the demons had appeared in. The pair of them stepped out of the circle, having absolutely no difficulty with it. One of them approached him, while the other approached the dragon. Tuning out his teacher's grumbles of frustration, Crisp raised his hand and loosed a lightning bolt from his fingers.

To his shock, not only was the demon fast enough to block the lightning bolt, but he caught it in his hand and held it as if it were an arrow. The wolf's shock must have shown on his face, because the demon laughed.

"We're not so simple as that, boy. You can't get rid of us that easy."

"What do you want?"

"What does any demon want? We want hosts. And you and that dragon will do just fine for me and my friend."

"I don't suppose what we want has any bearing, huh?"

"Heh, no. Nice try."

The demon moved forward, but paused as he reached out a hand to the wolf's chest. Crisp could feel the fire burning inside of the demonic creature, feel the power there...and yet, it hesitated.

"Heh. Strong, but stupid. You'll be good, when I get inside you."

"What the hell are you talking -"

Before he could finish, he realized the demon was shrinking. For a second, he hoped that his former teacher was doing something, that Draconicon had figured out something.

But that wasn't the case. If anything, he realized that the dragon was just as busy with his demon as Crisp was with his. As the wolf looked down, the reason for the shrinking became all too apparent. The demon was slipping away. Maybe it might not be able to possess him - if that was what the strength talk was about - but it could possess something that belonged to him.

"Oh come on! I just got those last week. And red doesn't look good with blue!"

The demon showed no sign of listening to him as it sank further and further into his newest pair of sneakers, turning the white stripes around the blue marks red. It really didn't look good, and Crisp grumbled under his breath about another pair of shoes being ruined.

Then one shoe lifted off of the ground, and his eyes went wide.

"Oh crap..."

It thumped down hard, hard enough to send a shock up his leg. Then the other shoe lifted off the ground, and thumped down as well, smacking the ground with a solid thunk. His legs were now more than shoulder width apart, and the wolf windmilled his arms to keep from falling over as he was nearly thrown off balance.

Look at you, little wolf. So helpless, aren't you, against the power of a demon.

"Wha - Oh, come on, more telepathy? Really?"

Hey, try talking with your mouth full of smelly feet. Being a shoe isn't all its cracked up to be, but I think it'll work for me.

"You've gotta be kidding. Get out of there and let me go!"

Heh, not a chance. You summoned us into this world, and we're staying here until we can get proper hosts. You might be strong enough to keep us out right now, but it won't be that way forever. Soon, we'll wear you down until there's nothing left. When you're helpless, when you're exhausted, then I'll take over your body, and help my friend over there take over your teacher.

"Ex-teacher. Former. I'm teaching myself now."

Heh, that's not what I see in your mind.

"In my -"

Crisp went ramrod straight as he realized what the demon was talking about. The thought that the creature could actually see into his head, read his memories, and everything else, was a terrifying concept. It meant that he was already more defenseless than he thought. He wondered if it was from when he had put the shoes on, or -

As he felt a tingle run from the shoes to his feet in general, the wolf gasped, realizing something else, realizing just what he'd summoned.

"You're not...not a normal demon, are you?"

Not at all, wolf. I am an incubus. Same as my friend over there.

"Incubus...then you feed on -"

Sex, ideally. Arousal, in a pinch. And there's so much material in your head for me to play on that this will be one of the easiest possessions I've ever done.

Crisp shuddered as he realized that his connection with the demon was growing stronger, the magic tingling against his feet as the demon reached from his shoes to his head. Instinctually, Crisp reached out with his own magic, pushing back against the corrupt incursion. It stopped it from rising any higher, and he could feel the swirling storm of demonic power against him from his ankles down.

Of course, that meant that his feet were solidly in control of the demon, and so were his shoes. He just hoped that it would stop -

You got a lot of power, wolf. But that doesn't mean anything. You'll be worn down eventually. You mortals always are.

Suddenly, his foot started rising up again, and before he could stop it, it came down with a hard clack. His other foot followed, doing the same thing, and then it went back to the first. Back and forth, back and forth, each hard thump and clack coming faster than the one before. It was like a mad beat being drummed out on the floor, and the wolf whimpered as he felt his feet tingling from each impact, and felt his control over his own body being taken away.

He couldn't even fight it with magic, as all of it was directed towards keeping the demon in his shoes at bay. Even that, however, couldn't stop the images that were flooding into his head. Images of different furs on their knees, sucking him. When that didn't work, the images shifted, showing them in special shoes, offering themselves to him.

Heh, you like that, don't you?

Crisp didn't answer, but he was pretty sure that the demon could sense the bulge in his pants even without his answer. The wolf bit his lips to keep from saying anything, but the images kept coming. They even showed him, as if in a recording, being forced to dance with a boner sticking out, bouncing up and down. Much like it was now, in fact.

He realized that he wasn't just thumping the ground, but tap-dancing, his feet beating out a rapid tempo along the hardwood floor. He danced over the summoning circle, blackened into the wood, and then around the living room.

He blushed as he realized that Draconicon was in as bad a position as he was. The dragon's wet briefs had been turned deep red, and the dragon was leaning against a nearby couch as his boner was obviously stroked through his underwear. The demon was likely teasing the hell out of the dragon, and to Crisp's shock, it seemed that the dragon was already leaking again. How were they getting around his spells?

Heh, you don't think that your spells are strong enough to stop us, do you? We're demons, pup. We can get past almost anything you mortals can put up.

"Except...candles...apparently," he panted.

His flippant statement didn't endear him to the creature, who danced him through the living room and into the kitchen. Tappity tappity tappity went his shoes, taking him across the kitchen floor and past the table and the counters. He was made to leap over some of the chairs, and landed hard enough that his growing boner wobbled up and down from the impact. He could feel the head of his cock rubbing against the front of his underwear, making a wet tent there of his own.

"Come on...please...stop...you've made your point..."

Gonna let me possess you?

"No, but I could -"

Then we haven't made our point.

Soon, they were back in the living room, and Crisp was tap dancing hard enough that he was being flung in the air with each step. His heels forcefully clicked together, and he gasped from the feeling, imagining what it had been like when he'd made Draconicon do the same damn thing.

The images flooded his mind again, making him see himself on a big old stage as he hit the ground again. There was a huge audience before him, everyone laughing at the wolf on stage with strange shoes and a throbbing boner. It was like his worst nightmares, and he blushed as his cock throbbed all the harder.

Heh, you think that you're the star here, Crisp? You were never a star. You were just a slut.

The demon forced his shoes together, the heels clicking together loud enough for him to hear it over his and the dragon's moans. In the images force-fed to his brain, he saw his other self moaning as well, pre oozing in bubbles through his underwear on stage.

You were just a faggy little weirdo, a boner boi that tried to use magic that he didn't really understand.

Crisp tried to respond, but the wolf's shoes snapped together again, the heels clicking once more. Something about the sound, the utter snap of control from him, left him shuddering and moaning again, having to lean forward against one of the couches. He realized that Draconicon was still doing the same, and looked over at his teacher.

The dragon in red briefs was panting, biting his lips as his boner was utterly soaked with pre. Somehow, the briefs had formed to it completely, showing off just how big the dragon was, how hung he was. The balls were outlined in pre-soaked cloth, and his cock was throbbing like the monster that it was. Crisp shuddered at the sight, shaking his head.

Draconicon looked up at him, and their eyes met. Crisp felt a sudden upsurge of guilt at what he'd done, and couldn't meet the dragon's eyes, looking away.

Heh, look at what you've done, boner-boi. You've locked your teacher and yourself up for our meals. You'll get weaker and weaker while my friend and I get stronger and stronger. And soon, the both of you will belong to us.

"Never...happen..."

It's only a matter of time, boner-boi. Click. We'll feed every time you cum, every time you get hard. Click. And soon, you'll be begging for us to do what we want with you.

Each successive click was driving the wolf up the wall, making him bite his lip and moan under his breath as he was taunted and teased. He squirmed and wriggled as much as he could, but he couldn't even pull his feet off of the floor. All he could do was feel his cock throb inside his underwear, throbbing, oozing, leaking constantly, making everything so slick and slimy inside that it made it all the hotter and sexier to grind against.

Go on, you perverted little wolf. Cum, and feed me.

"N-no..."

Click.

CUM!

Click.

The last two heel clicks were all that Crisp could take. With a loud moan that verged on a howl, he thrust his hips forward. His cum spurted through his pants, soaking his underwear through completely and dripping out into his pants proper. The wolf blushed worse than he remembered doing in weeks as he felt them get wet too, but worst of all was the strange feeling of suction coming from the shoes. It was like some measure of power was being pulled out through his feet, and if he wasn't mistaken, the red in the shoes grew stronger.

He was still in the process of catching his breath when he heard Draconicon gasp as well. He looked up just in time to see the darkened tip of the dragon's cock bulge turn almost black with how much demonic power was there, and he swore that the briefs expanded from the dragon's load before the demon sucked it away. Just like his shoes, the underwear seemed to turn a darker shade of red as well.

Heh, thanks for the meal, boner-boi. I'll be back later; keep a few loads in these balls for me.

The wolf suddenly collapsed as the control on his feet went out, and the dragon wobbled on the other couch as he walked around it. The two of them met on the big seat, panting as they struggled to catch their breath. Crisp was the first to do it, and the first to speak.

"I'm sorry..."

"You -"

"I screwed up. I should have read it all."

"Yeah....yeah you should have."

Crisp shook his head, looking away from the dragon. Not only had he screwed himself over, but he'd pulled the only other powerful magic user around for miles down with him. Who knew what the demons would do. Who knew -

Draconicon's scaly hand patted his shoulder.

"It's not over."

"W-what do you mean?"

"Demons never...never finish things fast. They'll want to play. They'll want to...to savor this. That gives us time."

"Time for what?"

"Time to plan. Time to act." The dragon looked at him. "If you're willing to listen, that is."

Crisp blushed at that. He'd been thinking that he was strong enough and smart enough to learn magic on his own, that there was nothing he couldn't handle on his own. He thought that Draconicon was slowing him down, and perhaps that had been true. But he had also been keeping Crisp in the basics until he had them mastered. Somehow, he didn't think this would have happened in a properly supervised lesson.

He turned to the dragon again, slowly offering his hand.

"Truce?"

"Truce."

They shook on it, and Draconicon closed his eyes. Crisp recognized his thinking face, and remained silent, just keeping an eye on the presence in his shoes and feet. The last thing he needed was for them to figure out what was happening, and he needed to find a way to lock them out of his mind.

That, he figured, he could do, and he set himself to finding a way to make it happen.

The End