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The Education of Crisp: A Desperate Plan For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon

Crisp shivered as he shoved a piece of ice down his pants. It was just as unpleasant as he'd expected it to be, but it did make his dick go back down. A little, at least; he was starting to wonder if it would ever go fully soft again. If Draconicon's plan didn't work, he was pretty darn sure it wouldn't.

He looked down at the red shoes on his feet, the way that they glowed with infernal energy. The hellish light was enough to send a shiver down his spine, and certainly enough to make him wish that he'd paid attention rather than cast that summoning spell on a whim.

At least he wasn't alone in this. A quick glance to the side saw Draconicon - his magic tutor - actually sitting in a bowl of ice. His underwear, turned transparent by both a heavy flow of pre and the demon that had latched onto him, was still tented, though it was going down a bit. Not much, but a bit.

Doesn't help that he looks -

The wolf stopped that thought, but it was too late. He could already hear the chuckles down in his shoes, the soft vibration of the demon's laughter under his feet.

Why do you hold back? You know he wants it as much as you do. My brother over there is just waiting to get him off-guard again, and then -

"Will you shut up?!"

The wolf hadn't meant to shout it out loud, but he was so fed up with the demons. He was exhausted, utterly spent. Keeping the damn thing in his shoes rather than letting it up through his body had taken so much energy over the past few hours, and it was all he could do to keep on his feet at this point. His boner actually stung from how long it had been kept hard, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep fighting off the possession.

He had to, though. If he didn't, if he stopped fighting, then Crisp knew that the demon would take over his body in a heartbeat. Considering it was an incubus, it would probably force him to cum his brain out, too.

Mmm, now that's a sexy idea.

Grumbling, the wolf picked up a piece of ice and dropped it into his shoes. They shivered around his feet, and were - momentarily, at least - silent. He sat down by his teacher, shaking his head.

"I don't know how much longer I can take this."

"I don't think you'll have to. Mmph. At least...not if it works."

'It' being the plan that he knew his teacher had. The wolf didn't know what it was, didn't know if it would be something good, something bad, something painful, or something amazing, but he knew that the dragon had a plan. That much they'd been able to share, after the pair of them had denied the demons a massive power boost.

Crisp leaned back in his chair, glaring at the shoelaces that started rising off of the floor. He summoned up what little energy he had, a sudden flare of white light surging from his fingers. It was little more than a bluff, considering how drained his energy reserves were, but it was sufficient to make them back down. For now.

Another glance at the dragon, and he winced. At least his demon was confined to his shoes, as far away from his crotch as it could be while still being on his body. Draconicon had to deal with a demon in his underwear, a sex demon that was intent on making the dragon cum again and again.

He shivered as he imagined how quickly he'd blow his load in a situation like that.

"Is it starting to get a bit quieter, for you?"

He gestured towards the dragon's underwear, and Draconicon shrugged.

"It's not talking as much. I don't think they like the ice."

"At least we can do that much. You have another tub of that around?"

"It's your house. I just took what I could find."

Another time, he would have just asked the dragon to make a bucket of ice for him. Draconicon had the spells and the knowledge to make it, easily. But in their current situation...

Crisp sighed as he stood up, walking towards the fridge, or at least trying to. His shoes fought him the whole way. As soon as one came off of the floor, it darted off to the side, almost knocking him off of his feet. He took it as slow as he could, but it was incredibly annoying to be off-balance the whole time, only able to take small steps and hoping that the demon wouldn't suddenly throw his foot up in the air and -

"WHOA!"

Grabbing the counter as one of his shoes almost kicked him in the face, the wolf barely kept his balance. His big, shimmering shoe wiggled side to side, as if taunting him with how easily the demon had accomplished that. He glared.

"Get...down..."

It didn't listen. Instead, the shoe kept swinging from side to side, dragging his leg along with it. Using one hand to keep himself upright, the wolf reached out to his leg and started tugging on it. He managed to pull it in an inch or two, only to have it dart back out to the side. He pulled again, then pushed, slowly nudging it closer and closer to the ground. It throbbed and bounced, fighting him all the way.

Eventually, it clicked back to the floor. He opened the freezer, and sighed.

"You had to take all of the ice, didn't you?"

"Sorry, Crisp. I needed something, and -"

He waved it off. Better to leave it be, for the moment. He could deal with shoes...even if he was getting all sorts of fantasies from it.

Yes, yes you are. You are just as horribly obsessed with your shoes as the dragon is with his kinks. You are nothing but a exhibitionist, a little shoe slut. A boner boi that loves to show off how much he loves -

He kicked the shoe against the edge of the kitchen counter, but accomplished nothing but a pain in his toe. Grimacing, he slid back across the floor to his seat, leaning against a fist as he glanced back at the dragon again.

"How are we going to get out of this? I..."

Draconicon looked at him, and those white eyes stared deep into him in the process. Suddenly, Crisp knew that his teacher was aware of how weak he was at the moment, how desperate he was for help.

More, he knew that Draconicon wanted to help. The dragon just...couldn't.

Sighing, Crisp leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling.

"What did I get us into? What...How did I screw up like this?"

_The same way that everyone does, Crisp. You wanted it, and you wouldn't stop. Hell, it's a good thing for us most of you guys do this. It's the only time we get to see the real world.

Will you stop talking? Will you, please, just stop talking to me, you stupid demon?

Why should I? You're the one that's making this easy. All this moping, all this feeling sorry for yourself. Why shouldn't I poke and prod at you? It makes you more distracted, and a more distracted host makes for an easier person to take over._

The shoelaces rubbed along his thighs, testing, probing. He had little choice but to expend a bit of his magic, using some more of the white fire to burn the ends of them, and he felt them pull back from the edge of his shorts. It wasn't much, but he knew that he only had a little bit left. It was only a matter of time until the demon knew that, too, though it seemed too intent on taunting him to actually go looking for that information.

You know, if you're so eager to feel sorry for yourself, you should feel sorry for that pathetic boner in your pants. I mean, look at it. It's so hard, so stiff, anyone could see it. Hell, the first thing I'm going to do when I finally have control of you is walk you right out the door so everyone can see this pathetic, ever-hard dick of yours.

Crisp blushed, feeling his cock throb a little bit more in response to the demon's taunts. He tried to turn his head away, but he could feel his shorts tightening all the more, squeezing down on his cock, reminding him of how hard it was.

_Yeah, you can feel it. All because of some demon teasing you. All because of you wearing wacky shoes and getting threatened by a little humiliation. What kind of slut are you, boi? You're so pathetic, so freaky. Jeez, I can feel how turned on you are all the way down here, and I'm just a pair of shoes.

A...a stupid pair of shoes...

Heh, the best kind, isn't it? The most freaky, annoying, loud-mouthed, humiliating pair of shoes that anyone could imagine, right?_

He actually gasped at that, arching his back.

"Crisp?"

Shaking his head, the wolf pushed the dragon's hand away. He sat up straight, taking a few gasping breaths.

"I'm alright..."

You're a pathetic, shoe-loving, insole-humping, dancing boner boi, and that's all you are. Hehehe, how about we give your teacher a show, huh?

Crisp's eyes opened wide, and he grabbed the chair just as his shoes leaped off of the floor, almost pulling him along with them. The chair came clattering down, knocked onto his face with near-bruising force.

"OW!"

His shoes clitter-clattered along the floor, tap-dancing without his consent and dragging him along the ground. It was like a cartoon, feeling his feet tap-tap-tapping away without him even standing up, let along participating. The wolf found himself getting dragged along towards the door of the kitchen, and desperately reached out for something, anything to slow him down.

That ended up being Draconicon's leg, who in turn grabbed hold of the table with his tail. The combined weight was enough to slow them down, though his teacher groaned above him.

"Mmmph...you okay...Crisp?"

"Other than a bruised muzzle, I'm alright...you?"

"Alright. I think my balls are frozen, though..."

"Move, then. I need a turn."

"On three."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Draconicon yanked him up with his leg, and stood up in the same motion. Taking advantage of the momentum, Crisp shoved his possessed sneakers right into the ice. It was so cold, even with most of it melted, and he could feel it soaking right through his shoes into the stupid socks that the demon had conjured onto him.

On the plus side, his mind was immediately filled with the chattering of teeth and the yelps of someone that had been dunked into ice water, so at least there was a sense of revenge there.

He stood in the tub of it, wiggling his toes to keep them from going numb, while Draconicon picked up the fallen chair and took a seat in it. The wolf turned a bit, crossing his arms.

"They really don't like cold, do they?"

"They're demons. They really, really hate it."

"Why didn't we -"

"Because up until recently, they had full-body control going on. It wasn't until you interrupted their 'feasting' that they lost enough energy to let us have some more agency in movement and action."

"So...basically, they're starving, and they need a break."

"Yes. And ice inhibits more of their abilities, making them sleepy, a bit stupid, and more...passive, I guess."

"..."

"What?"

"You knew this, and yet we had to go through hours of edging and taunting anyway?"

Draconicon shrugged.

"I told you, they had too much control to start with. We had to wait it out. I'm just lucky that you figured out how to 'feed' them without actually giving them what they needed. I was about ready to break when you came back and snapped me out of it."

That was an admission that Crisp hadn't been ready to hear, and he stared at his teacher.

It was more than a little strange to hear him actually admit that he had been about ready to break. The pride the dragon carried himself with, the arguments that they'd had over the course of living together and being in this strange master-pupil relationship, had left the wolf convinced that his teacher would never, ever admit that he needed help with anything. Hell, he'd been convinced that Draconicon would never admit that he was wrong about anything, either.

That had been part of the reason he'd taken the revenge he did. Draconicon's toes were still marked with the enchanted rings that he'd put there, keeping his teacher submissive to him, subservient, and he would bet that the demon in the dragon's underwear had been making good use of the dragon's cock ring as well. Another piece of work that could be blamed on the wolf...

He lowered his head, shaking it a few times.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Draconicon."

"Don't be."

His teacher shook his head.

"I've been...pretty horrible, I admit. I haven't taught you properly, and I was getting more from you than I should have been. I was trying to teach you the way that I was taught, even though I knew that didn't work. Even though I knew that it was pretty horrible.

"But that will change. If my plan works."

"But the demons -"

"Won't be listening for a while. The ice puts them into a state of enforced hibernation, at least for a time. We have...maybe five minutes, until they wake back up. So, I want you to listen carefully; we'll have one shot at this, and we can't afford any mistakes. Do you understand me?"

Crisp nodded.

"Good. Now. Here's what we're going to do."

As the dragon started explaining his plan, the wolf's ears slowly turned as red as his shoes. It made sense, and it was something that would get around a lot of the demon magic - as far as he understood it - but it was scandalous enough that it made him wonder if Draconicon was something of a sex demon himself.

After all, the plan called for sex magic, and that was something most decent people simply didn't do.

As they gathered some of the ritual components in a circle in the middle of his room, Crisp felt his shoes starting to 'wake up'. The demon's voice started slipping into his mind again, grumbling and muttering, and he groaned as he felt his shoes start tightening around his feet again, clamping down around the damp socks and forcing that cool, clammy sensation against his toes, his arches, his heels.

_Mmmph...you motherfucker...that was a dirty trick.

Well, you were the one that made me try doing something new in the first place.

I'm going to make you try more new things than that...By the time I get my new body, you'll have more tricks than a whore in the third world._

The wolf shuddered at the sound of that, not wanting to think about how many things the demon wanted to put him through. His only thought was that if the plan worked, he didn't have to be afraid.

He really hoped that the plan worked.

What are you doing? You're somewhere different...

What little magic he had left, he threw up in his mind, putting up barriers of his fiery energy to keep the questing thoughts of the demon away. It worked; he heard the snarl outside of the crackling walls.

_Mmmph...you're strong, wolf. Very strong, if you still have the energy to spare to keep me out of your head.

I'm strong enough to do what I need to.

Yes...I suppose you are. But that gives me a chance to do what I need to._

A sudden yank along his foot sent him tumbling to the floor. The items in his hands scattered ahead of him, falling along the floorboards and rolling around. The demon seemed to look through his eyes, and he heard the chuckle that came with it.

Dildos? Cock rings? All sorts of toys, here...what are you planning, hmm? Are you going to make your surrender official, and do it with a show?

I don't have to answer you.

Oh, but you don't have to. I can feel that lust in you. Perhaps you'll strip down to nothing but your underwear and these humiliating shoes. Perhaps you'll sway back and forth, showing off that boner, making it bob up...-

The shoelaces suddenly found his cock, and this time, he couldn't push them away. He had to keep that barrier in his mind to block the plan. He blushed, rolling on his side as the shoelaces gripped at his cock through his shorts, rubbing at it, squeezing it, fondling it. They tugged, and the bulge pointed down a bit.

-And down...And up...and down...

He hissed, curling his toes at the too-pleasant sensation of his bulge being dragged up and down, the sensitive head of his cock ground against the front of his pants again and again. It didn't take long for his red shorts to darken along that line, pre flowing freely.

Yes, that's it, boner boi. You know what you want. Let me help you feed me. Let me give you that climax you want. After all, it's time to put on a show, isn't it? Let's see, what dildo would be -

"Crisp!"

The sharp, clipped sound of his name startled him out of his lustful reverie, but even that wouldn't have been enough without a big, scaly hand pulling the laces away from his bulge. Crisp gasped as the pleasure suddenly came to a halt, panting as he laid on his back. He groaned, shaking his head a few times to clear it.

His teacher loomed over him, and held out a hand. He took it and pulled himself to his feet.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. The circle almost set?"

_Circle?

Yes._

"It is, yeah. Just have to set a few things down. He woke up before I could actually finish."

"I'll deal with it. You just...get ready."

Yes. Get ready. Crisp had been doing his best to avoid thinking about that, but there wasn't much time now. As the dragon walked over to the other side of the room, picking up the dildos that the wolf had dropped, Crisp pulled his vest over his head and threw it away. As he reached down to his pants, the demon pushed at him again, bouncing off of the fiery barrier in his head.

What is this about a circle? What's going on?

"Shut up. It's not something you need to worry about..."

That's a lie. Any sort of magical circle is something that a demon needs to worry about. What the fuck do you think you're doing?

"I'm...getting...my...pants...off..."

He had to push his shorts down to get them around his bulge - and to get them around his ass, considering how tight they were - and he stepped out from them. He was left in nothing but his shoes, his socks, and his underwear, and the last item was tented to an extreme. It had become almost transparent, both from the earlier ice treatment and the whole issue of his cock oozing pre for the last few hours. The cum-stain that had fed the demon was there, too, which made him blush.

As he threw his clothes off to the side, Draconicon finished setting up the dildos in line with the rest of the items. It was a circle of sex toys, linked together by bondage rope. It was tied tightly around each item, though Crisp wasn't sure if that was an aesthetic or practical choice.

The dragon, already in nothing but his underwear, stepped into the circle. The wolf froze, unable to think, unable to do...anything, really, as his teacher stepped closer and closer.

Eventually, their bulges touched against one another, and Crisp gasped at the sudden wet contact. It was hot, and slimy, and so very hard against his own cock. He groaned as the dragon reached down, pushing their cocks together, and he ground forward despite himself.

"Easy...hold on as long as you can."

"Easier...easier said than done..."

Oh ho ho. Is this some sort of 'suicide' before we take over? Fuck, you're going to make it the hottest possession ever.

Biting his lip to keep his focus, Crisp forced as much of his energy into that mental barrier as he could. He made it the strongest, most powerful, hottest wall of magic that he could imagine, feeling the demon pull away from his mind as a result.

He made himself look up at Draconicon, panting as the dragon ground back against him. This close, he could feel how hard his teacher was, how much that big, thick cock throbbed inside of its cloth prison. He shivered, nudging it again and again with his own shaft, feeling the difference in size.

"How...how do we -"

"Energy collection. We need...high lust...to pull this off."

"I think - mmmph - I think we have that."

"Focus on that. Pull...pull all those horny thoughts...into your head. Hold that energy in your mind. But don't let it go. Hold it, hold it - ah - tight."

Again, it was easier said than done. Every slow grind of their cocks against one another involved so much slime, so much pressure, so much heat, that he thought that he'd lose his mind if it went on much longer. The sheer hardness of both shafts wasn't helping, either, keeping everything firm rather than letting it flop out of the way. The wolf bit his lip again, his toes curling in his shoes, and occasionally getting buzzed from the demon's possession.

The dragon guided him down to his knees, the pair of them kneeling chest to chest as they ground and rubbed against each other. Draconicon's tail reached down, pressing against his shoes, and the wolf moaned at the strange pressures that the tail managed to give from underneath, somehow dragging the insole against his foot in pleasurable ways.

"Keep...keep feeling that lust. Make it hotter. Don't release..."

Man, I don't know what you two are up to, but this is making it better and better for me. Go on, keep getting hornier. It's going to make my meal the best thing I've had in generations, boner boi.

Crisp was afraid of that, but he trusted his teacher. The plan was the only hope that they had, both in terms of getting rid of the demons, and in actually being able to carry it off. Incubi wouldn't interrupt sex.

The whole thing was a sealing ritual. They had the circle, and they had the time. What they needed was the energy. Draconicon had explained the basic theory - that the pent-up energy building up pre-orgasm was something that could be harvested, if one knew how - but the trick was getting the energy before the demons did, and making sure that it was used in the proper way.

"D...Draconicon..."

"Mmmph?"

"Tease...tease me..."

"I -"

"About the...the shoes."

He blushed as he begged for it, his cock throbbing even as he said it. Just asking was embarrassing enough, but...but he needed more. He needed it, if they were going to make this work.

His teacher blushed, looking down at him as if he were crazy. Crisp groaned, reaching around and grabbing the dragon's ass.

"Tease me...you foot humping...sole sniffing lizard..."

He felt that surge of arousal, that sudden extra throb against his cock. He shuddered as Draconicon ground against him, their bulges bouncing off of each other, sliding along the sides. He smeared the dragon's bulge with his pre, and the dragon did the same to him.

Finally, the dragon nodded.

"You...shoe-humping...freaky fag..."

"Cock-sucking...toe-waving slut..."

"Insta-boner man..."

"Pre-cum pants..."

"Bulge boy..."

"Slut dragon..."

"Sneaker wolf..."

The pair of them kept throwing little things back and forth, and Crisp soon found himself hunched over, his head resting on the dragon's chest as his cock throbbed harder than he'd ever felt it. He could feel his pre running down the inside of his underwear, soaking his balls and dripping down to the floor, and he blushed worse and worse.

Yet...

He could feel the energy in his head at the same time. The spell was working. They had the power building up.

And it was massive.

Crisp couldn't believe the sheer level of energy that had come together in him. It was more raw power than he had ever summoned in the past, more than he had cast in all the spells he'd ever used. It roiled and boiled inside of his head, begging to be used, or failing that, to be released in one huge orgasm.

The shoelaces suddenly reached up, grabbing at their bulges at the same time. Crisp arched his back, mindlessly humping forward against it.

"More...more...so...so - so close..."

"Mmmph...And...now!"

The plan...the plan...THE PLAN!

Crisp opened his eyes again, and he stared right into his teacher's gaze. He felt a touch of magic reaching into his head, and he dropped his shields. The energy was suddenly grabbed by the dragon, and yanked out, and at the same time, his demon touched his mind.

_You...You tricked me!

See you in hell, you asshole..._

He collapsed forward, a hard climax hitting him and making him flood his underwear at the same time. It was so hot, so soaking wet, and so very powerful that it knocked him out. In the back of his mind, he heard the shouted words of a spell, felt the swirling energies around them...and then passed out.

#

"Crisp? Crisp, I think it's safe for you to wake up now."

"Mmmph..."

"Alright, five more minutes, but then I think it's time for you to see what's happened to your house."

"My...house?"

The wolf opened one eye, blinking against the bright light. He slowly got used to it, and it came together in something more like a sun than a lightbulb. Crisp blinked again.

"Sunroof?"

"Well...if you want to call a missing part of the roof a sunroof..."

He groaned. One more thing to fix...

At least there were no more demonic voices. The wolf sat up, rubbing his head a few times as he did. There were no sounds of the creature that had tried to possess him, and he didn't feel anything on his head.

Moment of truth...

Opening his eyes and glancing down, he saw that his feet were bare. The only signs of anything having been on them were a few little red marks around his ankles, not cuts or injuries, but rather some little marks left behind by the touch of a demon.

He could live with that.

Glancing across the room, he saw his teacher leaning against the wall, back in a long, flowing black robe. It was sufficiently big to cover his body again, something that Crisp had almost forgotten was normal.

"So...did it work?"

"You're asking if a spell I cast worked? I wonder if I should be insulted."

"So it did?"

"...Mostly."

The dragon flicked a finger towards a corner of the room, and Crisp followed the gestured. Sitting there were a red pair of shoes with a pair of socks laying over them like snakes, and a pair of much-soaked briefs. Both of them were crimson red, and pulsing softly with magical energy. He shuddered.

"I thought we were casting them back to hell?"

"It was the intent, but they were still very strong. It was as much as I could do to lock them in the clothing, and keep them from actually controlling things outside them."

"So...what are they now?"

"Enchanted, cursed, something along those lines. If someone were to wear them without the right precautions, they'd probably end up the way that we did. If someone did take the proper precautions...well, theoretically, they'd be like a magical battery, but one that talked to you and constantly tried to get you to cum in your clothes."

"..."

"I didn't say that it made a lot of sense. But they are sex demons."

Crisp nodded, laying back down.

"So...where do we go from here?"

"Well, I was thinking about that as you slept. You have rapidly exceeded all sorts of apprentice teaching, and you have certainly reached a point where you would graduate from a normal accrediting course. You could take the exam to be certified as a mage, and leave it at that point. Or, you could take a journey to discover more, or I could stay here and continue to teach you. Or -"

"I meant, where do we go with the roof busted."

The dragon finally looked up at the hole again, and then - surprisingly - blushed.

"Um...perhaps the guest room? I think...I think we'll have to share a room for a while, since the whole hole in the ceiling would make it difficult to sleep."

"I'd agree on that. Long as you don't snore."

"Oh, I don't."

"And as long as you don't mind me wearing sweat pants to bed."

"As long as you don't mind me wearing briefs."

The wolf felt a little stirring in his crotch at that, and at the same time, thought that he saw a little stirring in the dragon's robe. Still laying on his back, he turned his body around so that his feet faced a bit more towards the black dragon.

No question about it. There was definitely a growing bulge at that. Crisp laughed a bit.

"Are you kidding me? We just had to deal with sex demons, and you're getting horny again?"

"As if you wouldn't be doing the same thing if I was wearing some of your clown shoes and showing off for you."

"H-hey, that's not -"

"Or are you saying that you're not turned on by shoes, anymore?"

"Who says I'm not? Maybe the demons broke me of that obsession."

"Really?"

The dragon arched an eyebrow, and lifted up the edge of his robe. Crisp's eyes were drawn down, and his slight bulge immediately stretched further at the sight of the green shoes that were stretched out over the dragon's feet. It was clear that they were a size or two too small, from the way that they were close to ripping along the toes, but at the same time...

"Uh huh. That's what I thought...Come on."

"Wha -"

"We both have needs, and I am sick of edging. We're dealing with this now."

"...I'll be right there."

The End