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Evening Entertainment For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon

Morning came, and with it, so did the red-bearded face of one of the leprechauns. Crisp managed to choke off his yelp of surprise, the wolf's fists clenching at his blankets as he stared up at the wrinkly-faced clan member.

"Y-yes?"

"Come on, boyo. Still asleep at this hour? Time to get yerself about and working."

He looked towards the window, and Crisp groaned to see that the sun was barely coming up over the horizon. This was considered sleeping in for them? He hated to see what was considered wasting the day.

"Alright, alright...I'll be up in a second."

"Ah ah."

The leprechaun gestured, and Crisp heard the signature click of the green shoes. His feet whipped out to the side of the bed and dragged him along, and he blushed as he was yanked right out of the blankets. Green shorts and a tight shirt were all that covered him aside from his shoes, and the shorts weren't entirely done up.

Thankfully, the little man gave him the time to do his pants back up, though the wolf blushed the whole time that he was working the buttons and the zipper. It was always humiliating when he had to be exposed like this, but at least he wasn't made to dance in the process. That would have gotten his dick lodged in the zipper, and that would have been very, very, very uncomfortable.

As soon as he was 'decent,' the leprechaun - Conor, if he remembered right - snapped his fingers and they both descended from the high room of the little castle turret he stayed in. The wolf groaned at each little click of the shoes on the steps, forced to tap-dance the whole way down.

They reached the bottom in short enough order, but even so, Crisp could already feel his legs burning from the dance. He reached down and rubbed his thighs as they bounced up and down, shaking his head.

Can't believe I'm almost used to this, now, he thought as Conor continued to lead him down the hall. It was almost like he was getting accustomed to dancing around from place to place rather than walking, and he wasn't sure that he liked it.

They walked down through the castle halls, making their way to the kitchen, and still Conor didn't talk. The only sound to be heard were the clickity-clicks, tappity-taps of the green shoes, carrying him along and making him look as foolish as ever. Without an audience, Crisp found that he didn't really mind it so much, and he was still too embarrassed or sore to be springing too much of a boner.

Too much of one, anyway. The tight pants didn't help with keeping it invisible, and there was still something of one, but it was nowhere near as big as it had been last night.

Soon enough, they reached the kitchen, and finally his feet stopped kicking. Crisp leaned against the stone wall, panting and gasping for air, and Conor laughed.

"What's the matter, boyo? All outta shape?"

"So...tired..."

"Hehehe, well, don't get so worried about tha'. Last night was a special occasion, what with the head o' the clan, and all tha'. It won't happen every night."

"Thank god..."

"Heh, just tonight, and then you'll be on break for a few suppers, boyo. Gotta look forward to tha', I bet."

He slowly nodded. The idea of doing another performance tonight made his tired, sore muscles scream, but it wasn't like there was much choice. On the plus side, with a few days off after that, it had to mean that the leprechauns were getting a bit tired of all the 'entertainment' that they were getting out of him lately. Could it be a sign that they might let him leave a little sooner than expected?

Conor gestured for him to follow around the kitchen, and Crisp did, listening as the leprechaun laid out his duties for the day.

"Now, all the dishes from dinner, they gotta be clean. Completely clean, got me? No specks o' dirt or nothing. The clan head wants to eat from a clean plate, and so do the rest o' us. No slacking off, got me?

"After tha', you'll be working in the vault, cleaning up the gold. You know where that is?"

Crisp shook his head.

"I'll show you, then."

Dancing out of the kitchen and back into the hall, Crisp expected to be taken somewhere completely different, and he wasn't disappointed. Conor pulled on a torch sconce in the hallway, and in short order they were heading down a spiral staircase into the bowels of the castle. The wolf had never been down this particular passage before, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad one that they were showing him this.

If I know where their gold is, will they ever let me go? he wondered. It'd make me more dangerous, wouldn't it? Harder to trust...but then again, if they didn't trust me, would they show it to me in the first place?

Too many things that he didn't know, too many possibilities of what might happen. He had to be careful, and he had to be quiet.

At the bottom of the steps, Crisp's shoes finally came to a clicking halt just outside of a big, iron door. Conor had to put on some sort of gloves to be able to touch it, and even then, he seemed to be undoing a massive amount of locks to be able to open it. The door slowly opened, and there, on the other side, was the vault and the gold of the leprechaun clan.

It was divided between a hundred different cast-iron pots, each one filled to the brim with golden coins. Even though each pot was barely bigger than a stew kettle, he could only imagine the amount of actual money in there. It had to be enormous.

"When you finish with the dishes, you'll be working down here. I'll leave the vault open for you, boyo, but make sure you don' take anything. Or we'll have more than words..."

"I, uh, I understand."

"Good, then nothing to worry about."

Conor patted him on the shoulder.

"When you're done with all tha', go to the dressing room behind the dining hall. We'll get you set up for the show there."

"Yes, sir."

The leprechaun walked off, and Crisp took a moment to take in the treasure one more time. It was one hell of a beautiful sight, but he knew better than to try taking anything out of it. The leprechauns were more powerful than anyone else could have suspected, and he knew that they counted their treasure more carefully than a dragon. They'd know the instant he took something, and considering that the clan was probably more loyal to itself than anything else, he'd be the first suspect.

Don't be tempted, don't be tempted, he thought as he danced his way back up the steps towards the kitchen.

The dishes took forever to finish, considering the sloppy messes that were left on them, but he eventually managed to get the hundred plus plates and bowls and other things put together on the drying rack, shining as clean as the day they were made. Probably cleaner, knowing the leprechauns as he did now.

The vault, on the other hand, was actually somewhat pleasant. He found himself losing his worries and cares down there, just throwing himself into the work of polishing all those coins and making sure that they were beautifully shiny. Something about it actually kept him from thinking of where he was, and by the time that he was called for, when dinner was on the horizon, he was actually a bit disappointed to leave.

Crisp went to where Conor mentioned, and found himself in a rather empty room. There was a wardrobe on the far side, and a couple pairs of shoes along the wall, but where was -

"Ah, there ye are."

One pair of shoes walked over to him, and then a leprechaun seemed to leap right out of them, black haired rather than the usual red haired ones. He stepped up to the startled wolf, looking him over before shaking his head.

"Ah, no good, no good. Gotta get ye dressed properly, laddy. Otherwise, you'll just look silly for this show."

"What show are you talking about? I thought it was just another -"

"Dance? Ah, not quite, boyo. It's more of a performance. A recreation, ye'd call it. Part of an old story and play for the clan. 'The Wearing of the Green Shoes', an old trial for an old trespasser."

He figured that it was probably something not that dissimilar to what had happened to him, though probably a little more 'official' in terms of the leprechaun power. He doubted that it ended any better for the person in the story than it had for him, though.

The leprechaun was already working through the clothes, going through the different closets and pulling stuff down, throwing them this way and that. Crisp ducked a few of the bigger coats that were thrown his way, but the wolf couldn't dodge everything, and was eventually smacked right in the forehead by a big, green top hat. He groaned, rubbing his head as it fell into his hands -

Only to float up and try and put itself on his head. He yelped, dodging left and right as it started to chase his head, and he danced around the room at top speed.

"What the hell?"

"Oh, calm down. It's not like ye need to worry about tha'."

"It's trying to swallow my head!"

"It's a hat, laddy. It's meant to be worn."

And it was chasing him with more eagerness and speed than anything that he'd ever seen before, for that matter. Even as he danced around the room, his feet clickity-clacking all over the stone works, it chased him around, always keeping up with his attempted jukes and dives. The only reason it hadn't settled on his head yet was because he could feel it when it tried, touching the tips of his ears and giving him enough time to slide his head to the side.

Through it all, the leprechaun continued to pull different clothes out, and all the ones that hit the floor were taking on a life of their own, slithering about, stomping around, dragging themselves along with legs and sleeves. He danced around them as best he could, but it was harder than he expected by a long shot.

"Ah, there we go."

The leprechaun finally turned around, holding a pair of striped socks, a tighter pair of shorts, a bow-tie, and a big vest in his hands. Crisp barely noticed, a little more focused on escaping the hat than anything else -

"Oh, stop your dancing for a minute, laddy."

A snap of the green man's fingers, and the whole thing came to a stop. Crisp's feet felt glued to the floor, and he almost fell over as his top kept moving while his legs didn't. The hat came over his head -

Only to be snatched by the leprechaun before it could settle in place. The wolf let out a long sigh of relief, shaking his head rapidly as it was taken away from him.

"Thank you."

"Oh, don't thank me yet, laddy. Ye still have to wear the clothes, and then, we'll put the shoes back on during the trial."

"Trial?"

"Yes, part of the show, tha.' Now, let's get ye outfitted properly."

Crisp stood still as his shirt was taken off, and then his pants unbuttoned. It wasn't that difficult to hold still when his feet were locked down, but he couldn't help blushing when he felt the leprechaun looking him over. It never ended, the perversions of this clan, and even if he got used to the dancing, he wasn't sure that he could ever get used to being stared at like that.

When everything was loose, the leprechaun sat him down and wiggled the green shoes off. Unlike when Crisp tried and failed to remove them, the leprechaun was able to treat them like regular shoes, and popped them free without any trouble. The feeling of fresh air on his socked feet was something of a novelty, after days having them on, and he let out a soft gasp at how cold everything seemed.

It didn't last long. As his shoes, shorts, and socks were ripped right off, the wolf was allowed to get back to his feet as the clothes were thrown at him. He grunted as he caught the bundle, only for the various pieces to start slithering over him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Crisp stumbled backwards, hopping on one foot as the shorts and socks slithered down his body, but there was no stopping them. One of the socks slithered down to his raised foot, and - holding onto his leg with the toe-end - 'swallowed' his toes into the open side. It almost felt like his foot was being eaten, swallowed by the thick, striped sock. Green and white slithered up along the sides of his foot, pulling his toes, then the arch of his foot in, bulging out from his foot.

He tried to stomp down, but it kept on wriggling up, the thick fabric squeezing him hard and dragging his foot in ever deeper. Crisp felt the other sock trying the same thing, and tried to keep his foot planted down. As long as he did that, they had to have a hard time of it, right?

Wrong. The vest. He'd forgotten about the vest. It whipped itself over his head and wrapped around his head, and he yelped as he stumbled around, trying to grab for it. As soon as he did, he felt both socks rushing up his legs, like snakes chasing after their meals. He groaned and whimpered, trying to hold still, but the vest around his head kept pulling him around, dragging him a few steps in one direction, then a few steps in another.

Each time he moved, he felt the socks slide up a bit further, passing his heel, his ankle, and then sliding up his legs. It was like feeling them getting swallowed up, considering how warm and tight the socks were, and he groaned as he felt his toes get locked into place, almost like there were little miniature socks for each toe.

The vest finally slid down, trapping his arms before it settled on his chest, and he was able to look down again. As the bow-tie tied itself around his neck in a ribbon-like way, he groaned.

Oh geez...

Crisp couldn't believe how silly he looked. The socks went almost all the way up to his knees, and the shorts were positioned right by his toes, almost like some sort of creature waiting to strike. He stared at it, knowing that the moment he moved, he'd be slipped right into them.

Well...better do it before they make me do it...

He lifted one foot, and then the other, letting the shorts wriggle on. They were so tight that they forced his ankles together at first, and only let his legs separate as they passed his knees. They shimmied up his legs towards his bare middle, and slid up around his hips. As the zipper was about to go up, Crisp cleared his throat.

"Um...could...could I ask for a favor?"

The leprechaun cocked his head to the side, and the wolf blushed. Still, he made himself continue.

"I, uh...I really don't want to be cumming all the time while dancing. Could I...do you have anything that might stop that?"

"Heh, the little laddy doesn't want to go spurting like fountain, does he? Heheh, well, it's part of the show...but I guess we can forgo tha', for the night. Ye've been a good lad, lately, so we can fix tha'."

"Thank you. Oh, dear heavens, thank you."

The last time that he'd filled his shorts with cum, it had taken so long to get it out, and the last thing he wanted was to do it again. It was beyond embarrassing, and he just wanted to get this over with.

Still, he had been expecting some sort of magic, not a cock ring as the leprechaun walked over. He'd take anything at this point, but he couldn't stop himself from blushing as he felt the ring sliding down his cock, and feeling his balls getting pulled through the wooden band. It felt so tight around the base of his cock, and it took everything that he had to keep from throwing a boner. Or at least, a bigger boner.

Laughing, the leprechaun patted his back as the shorts zipped themselves up with a soft 'zzzzzzzip.' Crisp would have liked some underwear, but at least the shorts were very soft and smooth on the inside. His dresser chuckled.

"Now, ye look like a big ol' leprechaun yourself."

He supposed he did, at that. The vest and the shorts were the same colors that the others wore, though he didn't have the facial hair, wrinkles, or the accent that they all seemed to share. Or a shirt, for that matter.

Crisp started to walk to the door, only for the leprechaun to stop him.

"Ah ah. Let me get you set up, boyo. This has a very specific start..."

Crisp really didn't like the sound of that...

A few screams and nonsensical loop-the-loops later, Crisp found himself slamming down into a large wooden chair. He groaned at the impact to his butt, but didn't say anything as he sat up, looking around.

He was on a stage, and at his side was a large judge's podium. Spread out in front of him was the dining hall, with the whole clan out there, yet again. This time, however, they were set up to look at the stage to watch whatever this show was going to be.

Some sort of trial, right? he thought. Hope I don't screw this up...

A few seconds later, the far side of the stage opened up, and another leprechaun - one he didn't know - stepped out of a doorway. He carried a long metal rod, almost like a scepter in hand, and walked across the stage. He slammed it down on the ground, and called out.

"Order in the court. The honorable chief Seamus presiding."

"Chief -"

The scepter came down, lightly bopping him on the head with the thick tip. It didn't hurt, but he could hear the bang sound that came with it, and figured that it was meant to look like it did. He let out a bigger than needed groan, grabbing at his forehead and cradling it from affected pain.

"Silence in the court!"

The whole crowd of leprechauns laughed at that, shaking their heads and giggling to each other. Apparently, slapstick was the comedy that transcended all sorts of time and places.

Another leprechaun - one that he most definitely did know - stepped out of the doorway as well. Contrary to what Crisp had expected, this one was dressed in a usual black robe, though with the wigs that seemed more common in this country. He shook his head as the red-haired leprechaun ascended the podium and picked up his gavel, getting comfortable.

No sooner had that happened than the other one swung his scepter around, pointing off stage.

"This trespasser was caught trying to steal the clan's pot o' gold!"

PING!

A light shone down on a singular pot of gold just off stage, and Crisp stared at it for a moment, then realized that eyes were on him. Was he supposed to - oh, right. The role.

"I never -"

"Silence in the court!"

BANG went the scepter, and again, it didn't actually hurt, but he slumped back as if he had been smacked hard, his head rolling side to side. He actually was a little dizzy, for some reason, but he couldn't really think why.

As the audience laughed, Seamus - the judge leprechaun - leaned sideways and loomed over him. His eyes narrowed before he sneered.

"Guilty as charged. I sentence ye to the wearing o' the green shoes."

Again, a sideways look from some of the people. More lines?

"N-now see here, I demand a fair trial, and -"

BANG BANG BANG!

The scepter came down on his head again, and this time he really did feel dizzy. No pain whatsoever, but it was enough to make him slump back on his chair, his feet flying up and floating in mid-air from his new position, striped socks on display. His head spun, and the world seemed to do the same, making everything look so silly as people kept laughing out of sight.

What...is...that...thing?

Unable to see the scepter anymore, the wolf groaned, trying to move something, anything, but he was just too dizzy. The slightest movement made him feel like he would go falling off the chair, and he didn't want to try anything bigger than that.

The soft sound of footsteps announced the leprechauns again, and he watched through bleary eyes as they held up the green shoes. The same ones that he had been wearing, and which were about to go right back on his feet. He groaned, but didn't do anything to struggle against it. It felt rather pointless to try.

Crisp groaned as he felt the shoes getting pressed down on his feet again, the green shoes starting to squeeze him from the first second that they touched his feet again. He watched through bleary eyes as they seemed to form around the ball of his foot, swallowing his toes and the tops of his foot as surely as the socks had only minutes ago, and he couldn't quite help but blush as it felt...almost right, in a way, to be wearing them again.

He hid that, though he couldn't quite hide the boner that he was getting as the shoes pulled themselves on.

And they were pulling themselves on, rather than anything else. He could feel the leprechauns smacking at the heels, punching the shoes further onto his feet, but the shoes were the biggest force. They shifted and pulled, their laces dragging at his legs to pull themselves further and further on, and he gasped at the feeling of constriction that came with it.

This never gets any more normal, he thought as the shoes pressed down to his heels. They ground against him, almost sliding on, then pulling back, then pressing again, and he groaned in some frustrated sense of needing satisfaction. Almost sleepily, he pushed his legs out -

Po-Pop!

And then the shoes were on, popping past his heels and sliding back up his legs. He groaned under his breath as the laces pulled back, tying themselves tight in two quick loops. The wolf was able to slowly sit up and look down at the shoes as they tied themselves, laces rasping together so that they were tight.

After a moment, he jumped down, trying to think of another line.

"Uh, hehe, I'm sorry. I had you guys all wrong. This is...isn't..."

Click. Click. Clickity.

He looked down. Already, the shoes were starting to dance, which meant that the show was about to start. The leprechauns started laughing as he clicked his way over to the very edge of the stage, and then tappity tapped his way back, unable to stop himself as he moved along. It was impossible to move against the momentum of the shoes.

Stomp, stomp, went the shoes between the clickity-clicks, each stomp sending a hard wave of sensation all the way up his leg towards his crotch, and then down his other leg. It was enough to keep him hard, for the oddest of reasons, and he was forced to dance along to the far side of the stage, pursued by the laughter of the 'judge' and his assistant.

The laughter got ever louder, and his ears started to echo with it as he was forced to turn around, dancing his way back. Stomp, stomp, jump. He was launched into the air, his heels clicking at the apex of the leap, making him gasp as his boner throbbed from the click, and then throbbed again as he hit the stage hard.

All around him, the leprechauns were laughing their heads off, Seamus and his assistant almost rolling off the stage as he danced around them, and the leprechauns in the audience almost falling off of their chairs in a number of cases. He blushed worse and worse as he clicked and tapped, leaping up and smacking his heels together every so often, and always blushing as he came back down.

At the very least, the cock ring seemed to be working. There was no spillage or darkening in his shorts, and that meant that he at least was keeping himself from soaking things. There'd be no cumming in his pants tonight.

Finally, the shoes danced him right off of the stage, making him land on his heels. His toes tapped together, and then he was dancing forward, tappity tapping on his toes all the way towards the dining room table. He moved down one end, and then up the other, the shoes carrying him along all the way. There was no stopping them, no matter how Crisp tried to hold back...which wasn't as much as he had done the last night, admittedly. He knew better than to try, and this time, at least he wouldn't make a mess.

It didn't stop him from blushing and throbbing as they pointed and laughed, though.

"Ach, look at that boner, lads! He's not getting punished at all, is he?"

"Ye got that right, father. The little lad's not learning a thing from the wearing o' the green."

"Bursting at the seams, ain't he?"

"Yeah, looks like he'll be bursting something else, hehe."

Crisp groaned, trying not to make a sound, but he couldn't stop. The dance went on and on, his leg muscles burning and his lungs feeling like they were on fire as he was made to keep on going, keep on moving. Every click sent a shock right to his boner, making it throb all the harder, all the more firmly against the front of his shorts.

As he danced by one leprechaun, his bowtie was grabbed, pulled forward so far that it looked like it would snap, but something in the magic must have kept it from getting damaged. The wrinkly old man laughed, before letting it snap back. It hit hard enough to knock him head over heels, but he landed right on his feet again, the dance uninterrupted.

Trick after trick like that was pulled. Sometimes it was the vest, pulling him off of his feet and making him dance on the walls or the table, while other times he was lifted up by his shorts in a wedgie, leaving him whimpering and his boner that much easier to see. Sometimes it was the bowtie, lifting him off of his feet and leaving him dancing in mid-air, and sometimes it was the socks, adding their own little shuffling two-step into the whole tap-dance routine.

Through it all, he gasped and groaned, whimpered and moaned, and never could he stop...

Two hours later...

Seamus half-walked, half-carried him back to his room at the end of the dinner performance, and the wolf was more grateful than ever for the help. The leprechaun deposited him on his bed, and patted him on the head.

"Heh, ye did a good job, boyo. Haven't seen a good play o' that old story in a long time. Good on ya, boyo."

Crisp smiled slightly, though only slightly. He was too tired to give it more energy, and he doubted that it meant much at this point. The whole problem with being part of a show was that he was getting more and more integral around here, more and more part of the nightly entertainment. Even if he did get the nights off soon - and he was starting to wonder if he would, if people had enjoyed that so much - he doubted that it would become a regular thing.

Are they ever going to let me go? he wondered again as the leprechaun left the room. I know where the vault is, now, and they love what I'm doing...maybe they'll want to keep me forever.

He honestly wasn't sure if the thought terrified him or not anymore, and that simple confusion was enough to worry him. He should have been wanting to leave just as badly as after the first night, but now...

I gotta figure this out. I'm getting more and more messed up.

However, after that long a dance, he needed a break, and that break...

He looked down at his bulge again, and considered taking his pants off and just rubbing one out. He was definitely hard enough for it, and he doubted that the cock ring would be that hard to take off. At the same time, he knew exactly what sort of fantasies would be going through his head, and the wolf doubted that he wanted to cum to that sort of thing tonight. It would only make it that much harder to think clearly when he was trying to figure out how to escape, and -

Crack.

It was a soft sound, something that he barely heard over the tumult of his own thoughts, but it was something. Crisp pulled himself out of bed, legs complaining in fiery pulses from his muscles, and dragged himself to the window.

The darkness outside was almost impossible to see through, but there was something. Someone moving from down the road. Pranksters, maybe? Or something worse?

Crisp watched, narrowing his eyes to try and see a few more details. There were only three of them, but all of them had what looked like garbage bags and rucksacks over their shoulders. They didn't look that old, perhaps just out of their teens. Maybe pranksters, but more likely thieves, young enough to believe in a legend but not feel that threatened by it.

They're here to try and steal from the leprechauns, he thought.

Despite everything, he got up from the bed and made his way towards the stairs. The wolf had to stop them, or at the very least, slow them down. If he didn't, they'd made their way down to the vault, and...well, one of two things would happen, and it wouldn't end up well for anyone no matter which way it went.

The End