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Chapter 2: The Modern Era For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon

With almost all of his parents' collection sent off to the four winds, and who knew how many dangerous artifacts let loose in the world, Crisp wasn't surprised that he hadn't slept. He would have been more surprised if he had.

The wolf shook his head as he looked down at the little list that he had managed to compile out of memory, the chicken-scratch of his handwriting worse than usual due to writing it through the night and a deteriorating level of energy. He could barely make out the latest scrawls, and he knew better than to try and write more just at the moment.

Shuffling around on his bed, he glanced at the closet, and out the door. Still no sign of the genie. The dragon creature had disappeared about an hour ago, muttering something about food in this century. Crisp had ignored him. They had bigger worries.

Still can't believe that I managed to blow the whole thing up, he thought to himself as he looked back at the list. The wolf tried to tell himself that it had been the smart idea, that he was trying to protect his family's magical collection rather than risk letting it fall into dangerous hands, but it just didn't stick as a reason.

But why? Draconicon had been a danger. He'd been interested in the magical items, and even though the genie told him after the explosion that he'd only wanted to safeguard it, Crisp couldn't help but be worried.

At least there was a chance of keeping the dragon under control. A wish of aid had done it, though he'd paid a bit of a price for it.

Crisp glanced down at himself, blushing at the pink briefs that the dragon had made him wear in exchange. Some humiliation was a reasonable price to pay for a genie helper, he supposed, but god damn it, he looked ridiculous...particularly with the bit of morning wood that was just starting to tent the darn thing out.

Just thinking of that tempted him with other things, and the wolf grumbled as he shook his head, reading off of the list.

"Rod of Holding, able to paralyze one to six people with a wave of the hand. Cloak of invisibility, charged by rain and other water sources, able to stay invisible for two hours."

He paused, yawning.

"Lightning shoes...able to run...a hundred times...faster..."

Forced to slap himself to keep from completely falling asleep, Crisp sighed. He needed some coffee or something, or he'd fall asleep where he sat. With all that they needed to get done, there was no way that he could afford to do something like that.

"Guess it's time for some -"

CRASH!

The wolf was on his feet faster than he knew, and he was halfway down the stairs before he'd even managed to blink. By the time that he reached the kitchen, though, he was stumbling and panting, shaking his head.

"What...what was..."

He didn't even have to finish the question. Draconicon was literally steaming, the legless genie floating by the window and still glaring out a hole in the glass at...

At the coffee machine? Crisp slowly walked over to the window, staring out the hole - bigger than his fist - at the harmless little machine. It was broken into a few dozen pieces now, each one strewn about the back yard, and looking like it had been utterly disintegrated rather than simply thrown out the window.

He turned around, looking up at his unwilling guest. He pointed at the dragon, then out the window, then back again.

"Uh...want to explain that?"

"The machine would not listen to orders."

"It wouldn't - It's not a person, you know that, right?"

"You said that your machines were intelligent. You were speaking to the thing that you called a phone, last night."

"Yes, but that's...that's not how most of them work."

"Well, it seems that you are not as advanced as you pretend."

Crisp groaned under his breath, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to calm himself down. He could already imagine the bill for fixing the window; it was one of those picture windows that was never cheap, and while he wasn't a big coffee drinker, he knew that he'd need to replace that, as well.

But the biggest problem was that the dragon just didn't have a clue about how things worked in this century. It was understandable, yes; he'd been locked away for hundreds of years, and things had advanced massively in that time. That said, he needed to get Draconicon an education on the modern day, or they were both going to be in deep trouble the second that they were out of the house.

"Draconicon -"

"Yes, master?"

Trying to ignore the disdain that the word was laden with, Crisp forced himself to keep smiling. Or at least, keep his jaws clenched in an imitation of one.

"Before we go searching for the collection, you and I need to have a talk. There's so much that you don't know, and no matter how powerful your magic is, it's not going to get us out of every problem."

"You have no idea how powerful my magic is."

"Can it make us invulnerable? Stop bullets that we don't know are coming? Keep us out of prison when the rest of the world starts hunting someone with magic like yours?"

"..."

"No, seriously, if it can, that would be great. Is your magic strong enough for that?"

"Temporarily, yes, and no."

"Seriously?"

"Of course. I told you, I am strong."

Invulnerability and the chance to avoid being shot. If his parents had been around to use this guy, then they would have had much easier times on their various digs. That said, he doubted that they would have had the patience for the dragon. Draconicon was so very...impatient, so very assured of his own superiority, that he doubted that his mom and dad would have let him out for more than a few minutes at a time.

Crisp didn't have that luxury. The toe rings didn't work like the typical genie lamp. Now that the genie was out, he doubted that he'd be getting the big guy back in any way short of a magic spell from another genie.

But...he could make it work. He hoped.

"Alright. I think you and I should take a walk."

"Why?"

"It'll let you see what things have changed. There's a lot of things you don't know yet, like what a car is, what a plane is. Hell, I don't think you even know what a coffee shop is."

"I...admit that these terms are foreign to me."

"Then it's time that you learned. We'll start with the coffee shop. Come on."

"Crisp."

"Yes?"

"Much as I delight in humiliating you, don't you think you should have some pants?"

The wolf's blush probably could have lit up the room at that point. The coffee shop would definitely have to be the first stop, somewhere where he could actually start waking up. As he walked up the stairs to get himself some pants, though, he smiled.

At least he actually told me. That's got to be a step in the right direction.

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"Sorry about everything, officers. I'll make sure that you never have to come after me again."

"Make sure that you don't, Mr. Crisp. The next time, your lawyer may not be enough to keep you out of the detention block."

"Yes, yes, officer, I will remember that."

The wolf closed the door slowly, making sure to keep himself from looking at all angry, even though he was absolutely furious. The door clicked shut, and he whipped around to glare at the genie.

"What...were...you...thinking?!"

"I fail to see the problem."

"You...The problem?! The problem was that you, you, made two grown men run across the park and start fucking each other. What the hell?! Why did you do that?!"

"I was bored, and you said for me to find a way to entertain myself while you decided what to do next."

True, but I didn't think you'd make a rhino and a mouse do...that.... He blushed, as just thinking about it sent blood somewhere that he didn't want it to go at that point in time. The wolf shook his head.

"That isn't allowed in this day and age, Draconicon. That sort of thing is reserved for times in private, where you aren't observed. People don't like to watch that sort of thing."

"Are you telling me that I can't use the peasants out there the way that I want?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm telling you. I've told you five times already, there are no such things as peasants anymore. People are equal to one another right now. There's nothing that puts someone above or below other people. That means that you can't just do what you want anymore."

"...You must be joking."

"Why? Because you don't want me to be right?"

"Because there are so many signs of other things. People on the streets, for one. For another, the way that some species shy away from others. And for yet another -"

"That...that's not the same."

"It is inequality."

"But it's a different kind. Look."

Crisp dragged the dragon out of the entryway over to the den, sitting him down and sitting beside him. He took a couple more deep breaths, trying to pull his head together.

Admittedly, Draconicon was from a year that was so far in the past that Crisp couldn't even conceive of it. Life would have been drastically different back then, so fundamentally shifted to another level, that it was no wonder that the dragon still thought that things would be the same. Nobody ever knew how much things would change over time, even someone that lived through it.

That said, he had to find a way to explain this, and fast. He thought about it, the dragon floating idly above him. Finally, he had an idea.

"In your time, before you were a genie, you were something like a lord, right?"

"A wizard is a lord unto himself."

"Right. Right. But you were equal enough with other wizards?"

"Naturally. We understood each other."

"Okay. In this day and age, we have certain laws, laws that the people all came together to vote on."

"You...voted. As an entire country."

"We have the technology for that these days."

"...I will take that on faith."

"These laws say that no man, outside of the elected government -"

"That actually passed? You're telling me that the government, the election by government, was an idea that actually took root and grew? You..."

The dragon's utter bewilderment was both fascinating and amusing to the wolf. It was about time that he got to see his genie a little out of sorts, after all the trouble and charges that he'd been put through. At the same time, to know that the idea of electable government had been such a strange thing in the old world was a very interesting fact. After all, people took it as a given these days, and behaved as though people under any sort of governing system were brutes and primitives.

Perhaps there was something to that, but at the same time, it was telling that it had taken so long for the election system to take hold.

He gave the dragon a little time to calm down, then continued.

"The laws we voted on say that there are no lords, no peasants, no kings, no hidden councils. In the eyes of the law, and each other, we all have the rights of lords. We can't be commanded by anyone else, except for the people that we elect into the government. They are the only ones that can make laws and change the way that we treat each other."

"But...but..."

The dragon's eyes looked like they were about to fall out of his head. He turned this way and that, and Crisp couldn't hide a small smile. He was a nice enough wolf, generally, but he was sick of seeing the dragon on a high horse, proclaiming his superiority about everything. It was time to take him down a peg.

"That's right. You and I are the same, in the eyes of the law. If anything, I would have more rights than you do, because you're not a native of the country. Not that it matters to me, anyway, but in the eyes of the law, I am the one that has the most power, and the most responsibility. You would be...well, aside from your power, nobody."

"Nobody..."

The genie slumped down, his smoky bottom half poofing into a pair of legs that ended in a pair of sweaty feet. Crisp fought the urge to cover his nose as the dragon slumped forward, staring at the floor in deep thought.

"Nobody...I have never been...nobody before."

"Well, that's a bit cruel. If you're nobody, so are most of the people in the country."

He leaned forward, putting a hand on the dragon's leg.

"Look. I know this is a lot to take in, but this is why you can't just do anything you want. People have the protection of the law, these days, but they don't know about magical creatures, or magic in general. If you keep doing things, they're going to assume I'm somehow doing it with technology, and either they'll lock me up - pending a trial - or some government wacko is going to want to put me in charge of something. Let's say that I don't want that."

"No...no, working for the government is never a good thing."

"So, let's put the magic on hold, hmm? Just for a little bit?"

"...I'll do what I can."

He doubted that he'd get much more out of Draconicon at that, but it was better than nothing. The fact that the dragon was offering this much showed - to Crisp - just how beaten down he was feeling at the moment.

Well...he'll get used to it. Or it'll get worse. I just hope it's the first.

"Now, I think we need to get you ready for the trip. It's not like you can just stay invisible the whole way...right?"

"I can change how I look, but I cannot turn completely intangible forever, no."

"Pity. That would have made things a bit easier."

The wolf shrugged, looking up towards the top floor. He had a couple of ideas, but they'd need some wishes to be done. He just didn't look forward to whatever the dragon had to give him in return.

"Will you go easy on me, just for a bit? I have some ideas, but if you keep hitting me with the painful and humiliating stuff, it's going to get really hard to continue."

"I'll do what I can."

"Alright..."

He went over his ideas, working to collate them down to single wishes if he could, and soon had a mental list.

"First wish. I wish that you would copy every piece of clothing I have up there, from shoes to socks to underwear to pants to shirts and everything else, but in your size."

The dragon arched an eyebrow, but raised a hand and snapped his fingers. A sudden thumping sound from above announced the near-avalanche of clothes that had been created, and Crisp smiled. That was something, at least. Then he braced himself, waiting for Draconicon's wish.

"I wish that you were less prudish about your clothing choices."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"It means that you aren't going to wear so many different things that cover you up. I would have you much more exposed."

"But the world -"

The dragon waved his hand.

"It will be within the bounds of the world at hand. But there are things you can show that you aren't, and I wish to have at least some eye candy during my stay here."

Trust me to get a perverted dragon...

The wolf nodded, though. It wasn't as though he needed to be quite so conservative in his dressing choices. He had bought a pair of tighter booty shorts a while back, and he could use them occasionally. Or...maybe a bit more so, or -

Goddamnit. He could already tell that the dragon had gotten around to changing the way he thought, but did it have to be about something like that?

Grumbling, Crisp shook his head.

"Alright. Second wish. I wish that you had all the knowledge of the legal systems across the world."

The dragon blinked, but his fingers had snapped before he could question it. Barely a moment later, the genie snapped ramrod straight, his eyes rolled back in his head - as far as Crisp could tell, with those milky-white eyes - and the dragon let out a soundless roar. He held his hands to his head as he seemed to shake, and held that position for almost a minute before slumping down.

Crisp grabbed him, holding him as he panted for breath. The dragon didn't try to shove him back. He didn't know if that was good or bad.

"Are you okay?"

"You just...forcefully wished...perhaps millions of tomes worth of information into my mind...Do you know how painful something like that is?"

"I...don't, really. Please don't make me find out."

"I'm tempted...so tempted..."

Thankfully, the dragon didn't immediately deliver on his temptation. Instead, he sat up, still holding his head, and settled into a pattern of deep breathing. The wolf waited, his hands on his knees as he let the genie get himself pulled back together. He still had one more wish, and he needed to make sure that it was made. If it wasn't -

"I wish that you had the classical training of butlers and servants throughout the ages, from simple footman to head of the house, to bedchamber's assistant."

In little more less than a second, it was his turn to silently call out. He flopped back on the couch as his head felt like it was swelling to the limits of his capacity. His teeth ground and he gasped for breath as every technique he could ever imagine - and some that he never thought a willing servant would do - was forced into his head. Like two great hands forced over his ears, it felt like the pressure would make his head explode.

He didn't know how long he spent in that position. All he knew was that when he opened his eyes again, he was greeted with the sight of the moon glowing through the living room window. Crisp groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, looking over his shoulder.

"That...that was rotten."

Draconicon shrugged.

"It is suitable to have a paid servant. You should know how to do it."

"That doesn't -"

"I don't want to deal with incompetence, and you'll find that it will save you time in the long run. You don't have to learn as much this way."

He grumbled, forcing the matter aside. It didn't matter that much, in the long run. As long as the dragon still let him make wishes, things were still on track. Speaking of...

"I wish that you would let me disguise you properly, dressing you and making sure that you look right for the time period, as well as making sure that you don't get out of your clothes without my help."

"You..."

The dragon's fingers snapped again, and Crisp felt a sudden swell within him. He recognized it as a spell. An enchantment, specifically. Something that would allow him the power to follow through on that wish. He started to grin -

"Fine. Then I wish that you had a permanent erection."

Crisp hissed even as he felt the crotch of his pants become much, much tighter. He groaned as he crossed his hands over it, feeling his boner rising high and fast. It was like a record-setting erection, leaving him with a tent that stretched his pants almost enough to pull the waistband away from his skin. His cheeks burned as hot as they possibly could.

"You...you piece of..."

"Ah. Language, master."

He couldn't care less about that. At that point, his cock almost hurt from how hard it was, and there was no way that he could hide it without putting some piece of furniture between him and someone else. And the dragon wished that this was permanent? He wouldn't be able to walk anywhere without being teased for it...

I swear, I am going to get rid of this...but first...

"Fine...But now, we're going upstairs. You need to be properly dressed."

"I am fine."

"My wish, my rules. Upstairs."

"Fine. Master."

If only the dragon would stop using that disdainful tone.

As the dragon magicked away his clothes, Crisp was left staring. He knew that it didn't endear him any further to the genie - let alone prop up the faltering status of master that he had - but the sight of that big dick hanging down between the dragon's legs was hardly something he could look away from. He knew that dragons were well hung, but he had no idea that they were that big, stretching longer than a ruler and scarily thick.

Draconicon stood there, unfazed by his own nudity, and waited. Crisp cleared his throat a few times, forcing himself to look away before his blush could get any brighter.

"You know that this is pointless. I cannot look any better than I already did."

"I'm not trying to make you look better, Draconicon. I'm trying to make you look like you fit into this world. And that means that you'll have to keep to this two legged shape, you know."

"It is suitable. It has been a long time since I've been able to...indulge."

Only because you've been stuck, the wolf thought. He could only imagine the number of people that had seen that dick in the past, and what it had done. He blushed a bit more as he imagined having that size himself, but then he remembered his perma-boner. If it was that size, his pants would have ripped rather than being able to contain it.

Shaking his head at the embarrassing - and arousing - mental image, he rooted through his stuff. Much as he had, he figured that the dragon would be better off in something more casual than the more...expensive clothes that he had. He found a decent enough t-shirt, something with a few sparkles that looked magical on it, but he was at a loss as to what to do for pants. The dragon's cock would not be constrained by most...

Eventually, he found something that looked like it would work, and turned around -

"Mmmph!"

He grunted as the genie blatantly grabbed him by the crotch, his cock starting to ooze at the simple contact. Draconicon chuckled, shaking his head.

"You are well-endowed. Not as well as I, but well enough."

"Could you...maybe...take your hand off of there?"

"I could."

He didn't, though, and Crisp shivered as that scaly palm rubbed along his crotch. Against his will, he started grinding, thrusting against that grip, and he blushed worse as he acted no better than a feral dog.

"Come on...I just...I got your...clothes to try in. Put them on. Put them on!"

As soon as he phrased it as a command, the dragon was forced to stop. Gasping softly in relief, Crisp slipped back to his bed, sitting on it and watching. Despite himself, he couldn't help but admire the dragon's body.

It was...quite a piece of work, to put it mildly. Though the genie had a bit of a gut and a fairly wide ass - though a...surprisingly tempting one - Crisp kept thinking back to the dick in the front, as well as his envy of the dragon. It was...it wasn't fair, that this person who mocked him had a body that was so good. It was like all the most annoying traits of the past had been poured into the most virile dragon on the planet.

Damn it...

Crisp nursed his boner a bit as the dragon pulled the shirt on, and slid himself into the sweat pants that the wolf had picked out. The fact that he hadn't picked out any underwear did dawn on him, but he doubted the dragon would mind with the soft fabric. Not to mention that it made his dick pop out all the more...

He blushed as the dragon turned around, showing a boner that came just as close to pulling the waistband away from his waist as Crisp's own pants did. Draconicon gestured at himself.

"I look a fool."

"Most of us do, in this day and age."

"Why? It is...it's so..."

"It is what it is. Oh, there's one more thing. Footwear."

"No. No. No. I draw the line there. I do not cover my feet, and I never have."

"No wonder they smell. You need to wear them. Nobody else gets away without wearing them in the more official places, and considering how much we'll need to travel, you might as well get used to it. And I have the perfect pair."

Crisp smiled as he walked over to the closet. His fingers brushed against a decent pair of white formal shoes, and he debated giving those over. They'd be a better look for the dragon than most of the shoes, more understated and better suited to someone with dignity.

Then he passed them over for something much, much worse. As soon as he felt the shoes - almost clown-shoe sized - he pulled them out, holding them up. They were sneakers, yes, but they were two-toned, red on one side and white on the other. Normally, that wasn't a bad combination, but the way that it was split right down the middle, they looked almost like bowling shoes.

"These will be what you wear."

"I told you -"

"I made a wish earlier about your clothing. This is part of the clothing you have to wear."

He watched the genie struggle, but slowly, ever so slowly, the dragon's ankles lifted off of the floor. They shook as they moved, almost like Draconicon was trying to force them down to the floor again, but it was inexorable. The genie's magic was his own curse as well as his own blessing.

Smiling as he grabbed a pair of black and white striped socks, Crisp knelt down before the massive soles. Each one was almost as big as his head, and certainly was longer than it. Forcing the socks past the toes along was an effort, particularly as the socks started to soak up the sweat and get damp, but he dragged them along the soles until he reached the ankle, bunching it up there.

"Pull it up."

As the dragon grumbled above him, Crisp worked the other sock down, pulling it the same way that he had with the other. He could feel Draconicon fighting it with every measure of his being, but at the same time, Crisp could see that the dragon's cock was actually twitching in the sweat pants.

No way that he has something for shoes...maybe he just likes feet?

It didn't matter for the moment. He'd find out about that later. For now, though, he needed to get those shoes on.

Taking one of the mega-shoes, he started forcing the dragon's toes past the opening. They fanned out, as if trying to fight it, but Crisp had enough strength to force them together and guide them inside. He saw the dragon grumbling, even glaring at him, but that twitching bulge was all he needed to see to know that, on some level, Draconicon was enjoying this.

And at least this will do something about that smell, he thought as he forced the toes all the way to the front of the shoe. He punched at the heel, forcing it up along the ankle, and he grinned as he felt it slip into place.

He probably should have had Draconicon tie the shoe, but there was no way that he was denying that pleasure to himself. Knowing that he was sealing them on until he decided that the shoes would come off, Crisp stood up and grabbed the laces. He dragged them together, hearing the lovely rasping sound of the laces rubbing against each other as the plastic tips slid over and under, round and round in those wonderful shapes.

Then he tugged it tight, watching the white lines running up the middle tighten. That massive, smelly dragon foot was finally contained.

As he walked over to the other foot, repeating the same motions, he glanced up at the dragon.

"You know, I have one more wish."

"And what's that one?"

"I wish that, whenever I'm interested in some...fun...that you'll be interested as well, and help me indulge in it."

"...Fine."

The dragon snapped his fingers, and immediately the bulge in the dragon's pants got much, much more visible. It started oozing into the front of his sweat pants, dampening them, and showing off the outline that much more. Crisp smiled, even as he dragged the bottom of the dragon's clown shoes against his crotch.

He got the hint almost immediately, and the treaded undersides started dragging all over the wolf's erection. Crisp gasped, leaning over it and starting to hump against the underside, his underwear rapidly starting to fill with pre.

The textured underside was intense, and while he wouldn't have been able to take it on his bare shaft, the feeling of it through his pants was perfect. He groaned and humped and thrust, grinding against that big shoe. Even when Draconicon pushed down harder, it only felt better.

Then...he talked.

"Heh, look at the little peasant wolf. So horny, so pathetically hard. Even without that wish, I imagine that you would be helpless, confronted with a pair of shoes."

Crisp gasped, shivering and blushing as his cock throbbed all the harder. He shook his head, but it was no use.

"Don't try and hide it from me, pervert. You have a need for this. You know you shouldn't be so turned on, but you are. You are nothing but a horny, humpy shoe-hound. I bet you're going to cum in just a few seconds, aren't you? I imagine that you'll spurt all over the insides of your pants, filling them up. Why, even if I took the shoe away -"

"Please -"

"- you'd cum. In fact, I bet you'll cum...right...now."

Crisp moaned, blushing heavily as he felt it happen. His cock throbbed and bounced, and suddenly squirted all over the insides of his underwear. He felt it soak through to his pants, and as he fell to his knees and the shoe slipped away, he could see a wet mark almost as thick as the one on the dragon's sweats.

A pair of sweats, he realized, that were coming right for his face. A scaly hand pressed against the back of his head, holding him down despite his squirming, and he got a nose full of dragon musk.

"You are a perverted little wolf...so here's my wish. You will be as eager for me as I will be for you...but you will also be just as eager to bend over and serve, properly, when I have my needs..."

Crisp shivered, up to the point when the dragon snapped his fingers. As the click faded through the room, the wolf smiled and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. Though he was incredibly eager to lick, a small part of him was still aware of what was going on, and shuddered.

At least...at least it's only until he's finished...Finished with...hundreds of years of blue balls...

This could be a very, very long night...

The End