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Return of the Incubus Sneakers For Txeptirea By Draconicon

It had to be today, didn't it?

Xander grumbled as the rain came down hard, the husky holding a backpack over his head as he walked down the street. The downpour hit hard enough for the busses to have to shut down, with flooding being a real possibility for the part of town he lived in. Still, he had to get home somehow, so if he couldn't take the bus, he had to walk.

The backpack did nothing to stop the drenching, though, and he felt like he was soaked from head to toe. Particularly toes, as the husky's shoes were on their last legs, so to speak.

Squish, squelch, squish, squelch went his socks, and he made a face at the disgusting sounds that filled his ears with every step. His paws felt like they were wrinkling up like raisins in the wet socks, and his shoes felt like they were warping and clinging to him like wet clothes.

Which, admittedly, they probably were. The holes in the sole and the rips in the sides were the main reasons that the water was getting in the way it was, and the parts that were still whole had been worn thin over the long time he'd worn them. How long? Probably about three years, considering money had been tight lately.

Just gotta get them home and dry them out. They'll last for a bit longer...I hope.

He jumped down from the sidewalk, avoiding one puddle onto to splash into a deeper one. The water went up over his ankles, sweeping into his sneakers. The sheer cold and wet left him shivering, and he ran across the street as fast as his feet could carry him, right towards the other sidewalk. He jumped out of the street -

And landed right on a can. Someone's soda can, probably, tossed out when it was done and crunched under who knew how many feet. However, it was just rough enough along the bottom of his damaged shoe to cut in, and as he slipped along the unexpected obstacle -

Riiiiiip.

His foot came down, and the water was colder than ever. Xander shivered, hopping along on one foot towards a bus stop. Taking shelter under the glass roof, he sat down and pulled his foot off of the ground.

"Oh, fucking fucker fuck..."

The husky glared at the ripped open sole, a hole the size of his palm in the bottom of his shoe. No wonder it had been so cold. The damn thing was completely ruined now. Utterly, completely ruined.

Well...no point in walking home in just one shoe...and with the socks already soaked...

The husky sighed as he sat down, pulling off his other shoe and throwing it in one of the garbage cans. The socks he wore almost went in, but they were still something he could salvage, so they went into his backpack instead. Around all of his books and stuff, of course; college stuff was expensive, even for those people that were using financial aid, like him.

Wet concrete did not feel good under his paws, but there wasn't much choice. He got back to walking, grumbling and shivering as he went along.

"Oh, come on..."

The muddy-pawed husky finally reached the front door of his house, only to find the door locked. A note on the door told him that his roommates had gone out of town for a concert for the weekend, and wouldn't be back for a while. They said that the key was in the 'usual place', and that meant only one thing.

Squelch, squelch, squelch went his toes through the mucky mud in the yard, going around the side of the house to the backyard. It felt like his toes were being sucked right into the mud, pulled down into it. Every step slid through the slimy, wet stuff, making him feel like he was struggling to keep his balance every which way. He stuck out his tongue at the feeling, shaking his head as he tried not to get soaked any further.

It didn't work very well. The roof of the house was weirdly sloped, and it was like one of those places in a waterpark, where the water would come down unexpectedly and in great geysers. He was hit in the head four times before he could get to the backyard, and his hair was stuck against his scalp by that point.

At least he'd left his books by the front door, under the shelter of the patio cover. That way, they weren't getting soaked.

The bare-pawed husky slid along through the backyard, looking under a number of rocks in the 'garden' that one of his roommates kept in the back. It was like fumbling through slime, with how wet the ground was. He swore that his feet were getting sucked into the ground just squatting there, his toes swallowed up in mud, and then his feet in general. Like quicksand, almost, except not as dry.

Finally, he found the key, slathered in mud, and stood up. He had to reach down, wrenching one foot out of the ground, then the other, before making his way up to the back door. Big, muddy footprints followed him, leaving marks on the white wood, and he sighed. One more thing to clean up later.

He wiped his feet as best he could on the mat, and then unlocked the door. Going from a downpour to a relatively warm house was...heavenly, to put it mildly, even if his clothes were still clinging to him like some lover that would never let go.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

No answer, but he didn't expect one after that note. At least it meant he could get dry faster.

Xander pulled his shirt over his head, and threw it onto the floor. His jeans followed, leaving him in a totally soaked pair of briefs. He blushed a bit at the way that it clung to everything, but at least it was better than being freezing in the rest of his clothes.

He jogged through the house to the front door, and opened it just a crack. Nobody was around, but he didn't step outside. Instead, he fumbled for his bag, reaching for it this way and that, and finally found the strap. He gave it a tug -

Thump.

"Huh?"

Xander blinked a few times. There hadn't been anything out there when he'd arrived. Had a mailman come by or something?

He tugged his backpack again, letting the door open that little bit further, and saw that there was a box right beside it. Looking back and forth again to make sure that there was nobody that might see him, he opened the door that little bit more to pull it in. Then he shut it tight, and locked it, just in case someone tried to come in later.

Setting his soaked backpack down by the side of the door, he looked over the box. It was pretty plain, with brown wrapping paper and some sort of red ink spelling out his address. Nothing familiar about it, though, and everything looked rather smudged from the rain. No name, either, just the address.

The husky shrugged, taking it to the living room. It was something, at least, and he might as well open it, see whose it was.

Still can't believe my sneakers burst on the way home...what am I gonna do now? The last bits of money he had were for lunch at school, since it was cheaper than anything here, and he didn't want to try and borrow money from his roommates. Most of them were better off than he was, either because of a job they'd managed to score or because of more generous parents, but none of them really seemed to get along with him. He was pretty sure it was because they were all sorts of stuck up, though.

He sat down on the couch, paused, and then put a blanket under his rump to keep from soaking the cushions with his drenched clothes. The husky supposed he could finish getting changed, but when would he get the opportunity to enjoy the house like this? It wasn't like he was a pervert, but there was something freeing about walking around a house in your underwear and nothing else.

Getting a small grin from that, the dog reached down and ripped off the wrapping paper. To his surprise, there was a shoebox inside, dryer than it should have been after sitting in the rain for any length of time, but he wasn't about to complain. He opened the side of it, and gasped.

Oh...my...god...

Sitting in the box was the best pair of hightop sneakers that he had ever seen. The converse sneakers were a beautiful black and red, something that seemed streaked through the whole design. The red seemed to almost glow, as if it was a glow in the dark material, and he grinned at the thought of how cool that would look when walking around the campus.

But they couldn't be -

But they were. Exactly his size, even, as if someone had picked them out special for him. It was beyond anything that he had expected.

Did...someone actually do something nice for me? That...that doesn't sound right. But maybe...

His fingers couldn't stop stroking along the sides of the shoe, rubbing the soft, smooth fabric that formed the body of them. The shoelaces were surprisingly soft, as well, feeling almost like silk as he ran his fingers from one to another, dragging them along. As he felt along the interior, he started to blush, feeling a different sort of excitement beginning to stir.

Xander pushed at his crotch as he felt his cock rising up, not wanting it to start tending out the briefs he wore, but it was too late. It was like the shoes were turning him on...Which, he admitted, wouldn't be the first time that had happened. He had a thing for shoes, and sneakers in particular...and these were a really nice pair of sneakers...

"Well...since no one else would get themselves something like this...I'll just guess that they're mine."

After all, it wasn't like anyone else had a shoe size this big, right? And it wasn't like anybody would be trying to take it from him after he'd worn them for a few days.

Socks. He needed socks to try them on. Shocked into action, the husky ran back down the hall, leaving the shoes - and that strange red glow - behind.

He returned ten minutes later, his feet washed of all the mud they'd picked up. He'd changed his underwear as well, getting rid of the soaked pair and generally drying himself off as well. He carried a pair of socks in hand, and sat down on the couch, dragging them over his feet. The white cotton felt amazing to him after walking with drenched socks for so long, and he sighed happily as he wiggled his toes at the end of them, taking some extra comfort in the nice pair.

But the real treat was still waiting. Xander smiled at the sneakers, taking them both out of the box and putting them on the floor. They looked fabulous, utterly perfect for him, though...

He paused, looking at them. They seemed a little...different, in some way, compared to how they'd looked in the box. The front of them seemed rounder, almost as if they were made specifically for his bigger toes, for the way that his feet got bigger in the front than they did in the middle or the heel.

But they were normal just a second ago...

Xander shook his head. He had to be imagining it. Yes, magic existed out there, but who had ever heard of magical shoes? It was always in the bigger amulets and stuff like that, things that the magical studies people could actually flaunt around other people. Nobody would make magical -

Mmmmph...someone...there....

The husky jumped to his feet, looking this way and that. The voice had been a gravelly one, not like any of his roommates, and for a second, he thought that someone had snuck in. He stopped himself from covering his crotch like a guilty boy caught jerking off, but he couldn't see the source of the sound.

"Who's there?"

Someone...here...Mmmm...someone...good...

"I'm serious! Where are you? Who are you?"

I'm right...here!

Xander yelped as his hands were suddenly grabbed by the same silken laces that he'd been fondling, staring down at the thick white lengths. Suddenly, the sneakers leaped off of the floor, dragging themselves up with the grips they had on his arms, and shoved him back with their soles in his face.

The husky went down without a fight, hitting the couch in pure shock. One of the sneakers landed on his chest, while the other pushed its treads against his cheek.

Heh...so...I got sent to another pervert, did I? Well...looks like the game's not over yet...

"What the fuck? What the hell are you? This..."

Heh, you're already getting it, boy. Magic. You know we're magic.

"But...but how?"

Curses, is how. I should have been able to deal with that mage, should have been able to deal with both of them. But they were clever...Oh, too clever for their own good, though. Sealing me this way...Oh, I'll have my revenge on them...but first, I'm going to have to get a new body. Something I can use to do what I need. And yours seems just about perfect for that.

"Wait, wait, I'm just a college student. I don't know anything about magic!"

That's even better. You won't be able to fight me.

The shoes leaped back, the laces leaving his arms, but wrapping around his ankles instead. Xander pulled himself up, trying to get off the couch, but the sneakers were impossibly strong. They yanked his legs back onto the cushions, forcing his feet to face towards the other armrest as they forced his toes to point upwards.

Besides, boy, it's not like you don't want these shoes...I felt your lust. An incubus can always feel that.

"In - how the hell did an incubus get sealed in a pair of shoes?!"

You'd be surprised at the kinks people have. This guy had a bigger sneaker fetish than you do.

That seemed downright impossible, considering how strong his own need for them was, but it wasn't like he could argue. The husky blushed as he looked down at his own bulge, his cock rising against his consent inside of his briefs. They were an older pair, a bit smaller than he'd like, so his cock was perfectly framed in them, perfectly shown as it got bigger, bigger, bigger as the shoes positioned his feet for their needs.

The first sneaker came down, the mouth of the shoe almost feeling like it swallowed his toes. Xander bit back a moan as he watched, seeing the shoe slither its way down his foot, passing the ball of the foot and then down towards the arch. Each little shake back and forth, each 'swallowing' motion the sneaker made to pull his foot a bit further in, sent little shivers down his spine, and made his cock all the harder.

Heh, that's it. Get good and hard for me, sneaker boy. You're gonna cum so hard by the itme I'm done with you, and by that point, you'll be my perfect little body, my perfect little toy.

"Mmmph...what are you...talking about?"

I'm going to take my vengeance on that dragon and that wolf. They sealed my brother, and they sealed me. If you think a demon will take that lying down, then you don't know demons.

"But...what do you mean, I'll be your body?"

As soon as I make you cum, I'll take you over. You don't have the magic or the willpower to stop me. You'll be my puppet, my toy, and my feeding grounds. Every time you cum, you'll lose more of your control. Every time that you lose yourself to me, I'll be able to do more of what I want. You'll be mine, utterly mine, little wolf. Forever.

Xander shook his head, even as shivers of pleasure and arousal ran down his spine. No, this was impossible. He had to be, to be dreaming or something.

Heh, think whatever you want, husky. By the end of the hour, you will be mine.

That, more than anything else, made him squirm. He had to get free; if this was really a demon, really a magic spell of this level, then he needed to tell someone. This type of magic didn't happen easily, and if people were summoning demons without making things safe for the people around them, then the -

He yelped as the other shoe started pulling his foot inside, gasping as he felt it getting sealed into the warm, plush inside of the sneaker. The first one was sliding around his heel now, almost like a heavy hand was beating on the outside of it to jam it down his foot, and he blushed as even that sent little sparks of arousal to his cock.

The demon chuckled in his head, using the shoelaces to pull itself the rest of the way onto his first foot, and then started tying itself off. The constricting feeling of the laces pulling tight, pushing that shoe tighter to his sole and his toes and everything, left Xander groaning.

What a shoe slut. At least the last guy actually had to be embarrassed, had some self-control. All you do is groan and moan and beg for more. What a fucking embarrassment. You are a shoe-slut, through and through.

By that point, his cock was throbbing harder than he remembered it ever doing. The husky rolled himself to the side, though the shoes stayed on the couch, and strained for something, anything to work to get those off. He reached for the knife that he'd used to cut the paper, for the scissors that were laying out from some craft project, anything that might help him.

He laid his hands on the knife when the second shoe rammed itself home, and he shook, dropping the blade again. It was just enough for the sneakers to move.

They kicked themselves off of the couch, coming down on the table. It shattered under his heels, sending the scissors flying and launching the knife back up in the air. The laces caught it, and swung it around, holding it to his briefs. Immediately, Xander went still, staring down at the knife threatening his most precious parts of his body.

_Heh...don't worry. I'm not going to get rid of them...even though I could. As an incubus, I can keep you getting hard without your balls, if I wanted...make you cum whenever I wanted, giving me a meal that I could always enjoy. If I were in your underwear instead, I might make you cum a hundred times in a minute, drain your balls down to nothing...

But I can't, not while I'm in your shoes, and not in control. But...I think I have something else I can do._

The knife slid along the side of his underwear, and then along the back. Xander blushed as he felt the blade cut a hole in the back of his briefs, exposing his rear a bit, and then his rim. The shoelaces threw the knife away, and the ends of them pushed towards his backside, spreading his ass cheeks under his underwear.

"What...what are you doing?!"

Seeing how much of a slut you are, how much experience you have in doing other things. After all, I'm an incubus. I'm going to make you do a lot...

The implication sent another shudder down his spine, making him wonder just how many different kinky actions the demon had planned. He could only think that an incubus had no limits, and figured that his own would be pushed beyond beliefs under the control of a demon. The ideas of being made to bend over, to offer himself to so many different guys, to have no control over who had him, who used him, and what they did...

It turned him on more than he liked. He moaned as those stiff little lace ends pushed against his pucker, his cock throbbing into the front of his briefs more than ever. His tip oozed pre, dripping down into the fabric and staining it, soaking it in a way that was all too similar to the rain.

Of course, the rain hadn't shown him to be so much of a pervert.

The demon chuckled in his head again, and the laces pulled back.

Let's go check out your room, pervert, and see what you have to offer someone like me.

"Wait, what? I don't - ah!"

The laces wrapped around his legs, moving them around like a robot gone mad. He wobbled this way, then that way as the shoes carried him back down the hall, walking him rather than him walking them. He tried to grab hold of his legs, tried to stop them, but the best he managed to do was slow them down. The constant whipping from the shoelace ends left his hands stinging, and he whimpered as he pulled them back.

They walked down the hall to his room, where the demon pushed him towards a little chest that stuck out from under his bed. One of the shoes kicked it.

Open it, shoe slut.

Whimpering and hoping that some obedience would grant him mercy, the husky reached down and did as he was told. The box opened to reveal a couple of dildos, a few sex toys that he had indulged with in the past, as well as a fleshlight. The latter was still a bit damp, used this morning and put away with lube still inside...as well as some of his cum.

It made the demon laugh all the more.

Oh ho ho, excellent...this will break you nicely.

The shoes tapped around, almost like a happy dance, before they settled down again. The laces grabbed the middle-sized of the dildos, a smooth rod that probably had been modeled off of a human-dicked dog, and set it down on the bed. Other laces grabbed the fleshlight, and carried it as the shoes marched him up onto the bed.

"What are you doing? Stop!"

I told you, boy. I'm going to make you cum. And what better way to get a little slut like you off than to make you cum for your shoes? Cum hard as you serve your shoes?

The boner in his briefs told the demon all it needed to know. The laces whipped out, slapping against the boner in his underwear until it throbbed, pushing forward against the y-slit in the front. He panted, his eyes rolling back as he felt like he was so close to begging the demon for the relief that he needed.

But no, such was not to be the case. Instead, the hole of the fleshlight rubbed up against the front of his bulge, grinding against it, getting wetter from his pre as it teased him. The shoes forced his legs to bend, making him straddle the tip of the dildo, making him feel it press against his pucker as it ground against him, teasing him with what was about to happen.

"Please...please...I don't...I want to be..."

You better start thinking of other things you want, boy. Because the only things you're going to get when you're mine are sex, sex, and more sex.

The shoes ground him back, forcing the toy against his rim. The husky gasped, blushing heavily as it started stretching him, forcing itself against his pucker again and again. Each soft smack against his hole made it feel like it was weakening him, forcing him to give in bit by bit. He shivered, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt his hole getting more and more pliant, bending to the whim of the demon.

And that toy against his crotch, the fleshlight grinding against his bulge...it was torture, pure and simple. The laces held his cock around the base, sliding in through the gaps at the leg-holes, and pointed it forward. Never did it push through the y-slit, never sliding out into the open, but always making it feel like it might. His cock swelled as the laces tightened, almost like a cock-ring effect, making it all the more sensitive.

Xander gasped as he rocked back and forth, his body moving almost on its own as the demon ramped up his lusts, making it so hard to think.

Heh, you don't have to think, husky. Just give in...let me have your body. You know you can enjoy yourself when I'm the one in charge. And when I get the revenge I want, you'll have a dragon and a wolf to play with, as well. Trust me, an incubus can make you feel soooo good...

Whatever he might have said in reply was drowned out in a gasp of pleasure as his legs suddenly bent, taking the tip of that toy into his ass. He moaned as he was spread open, his shoes forcing him to take more and more, inch after inch sliding into his hole. It...didn't hurt, surprisingly, only giving him pleasure.

I'll take care of my toy...make it feel good...all you have to do is cum...

The laces around the base of his cock coiled higher, higher, teasing him as the silky laces swallowed his shaft up to the point just below the head. He moaned, his toes curling in the shoes, only to have the shoes tighten and force them flat again, one more mark of the demon's control.

His eyes rolled back in his head as the laces pulled the fleshlight against the tip of his bulge, grinding the opening against the leaky spot that his cock made. It opened a bit, taking the fabric and his cock in at the same time, and Xander moaned, his breath coming faster and faster as his balls felt like they were pulling up, getting harder and fuller and needing to blow his load more than ever.

Go on...let it go...you know you need it. Just let out all your will, and let me in...

"Ah...ah...please...I..."

You what, shoe-slut?

"I need it...Please..."

Heh...I know what you need...

Giving him a few more strokes with the toy, the demon suddenly pulled the fleshlight away, and forced him to sit down. As Xander howled from the feeling of that dildo getting shoved all the way up his ass, pushing his cock right to the edge of his stamina, the shoes lifted off of the bed. His body had more flexibility than he ever imagined. The treads of one came down, the sole pressing against his bulge.

"AH!"

He moaned, his body shaking as those textured soles rubbed against him, grinding down on his cock once, twice, three times before -

"Awoooooooooooooooooooooo!"

He howled in orgasm, painting the insides of his briefs with his cum. The shoes glowed brightly, turning almost completely red as they soaked up his cum and his essence. He felt the power of the demon spreading, running up his legs, passing through his hips. His ass felt so hot, so needy around the toy, and his cock throbbed with brand new life as the demon's power filled him.

Up and up it went, and the husky felt the magic that accompanied it, filling him to the brim with so much energy. He felt like he could fuck for days, as if he could do anything that anyone wanted. And god, did he want to, his hole puckering around the dildo and his cock begging for more attention.

"Heh, you want more, do you?"

The demon's voice, coming from his own lips. His eyes went wide as he watched and felt his lips turn up in a smile.

"Try this on for size."

The husky snapped his own fingers, and Xander - no longer in control, but riding it out in the back of his head - moaned as he came, his body going over the edge again on the command of the demon. Snap, snap, snap, and three orgasms followed, his body wracked with pleasure as he rolled about in the darkness of his mind. The demon, on the other hand, just watched, rubbing the rapidly soaking front of his briefs, smearing the gooey cum all over the place, saturating the husky's cock with the musky stuff.

Xander shivered, feeling the demon's power increase with every orgasm, his own mind and soul feeling like they were being pushed away, further and further from anything that put him in control, and closer to his own cock. He was aware, could still see, and hear, and feel things around him, but his consciousness throbbed like his heartbeat, like his blood rushing through his cock.

He heard his own voice, in the demon's tone, as if from a distance.

"Don't worry...I'm not going to keep you in there forever. After all, I need someone to run this thing when I'm resting...but don't think that you will ever have full control again. These shoes, and me, are here to stay. So, enjoy yourself as I power myself up...you have a lot of orgasms to get through."

The husky shivered as he felt his 'body' rise up again, feeling the amazing sensation of grinding against the front of his briefs, the wet, slimy feeling of being covered in his own cum, the twitching, sensitive need that ran through him. It was all so intense, so powerful, and he couldn't imagine it getting any better.

And then he came - or, he supposed, was forced to cum - and it did, making him feel bliss so pure and so powerful that he didn't notice that there were streaks of red running down his cock, that the white socks on his feet were turning black and red with alternating stripes, that his ass was pushing out the old toy and taking the biggest one, hungry for it.

All that mattered was the pleasure, pleasure, and serving the true master of his body.

The End