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A Shoe-Lover's Tale.

By: Lapsa/Kiki

For: Friske

"Augh, where are they!? I know I put them here just yesterday." Crisp said as he frantically looked around the small desk by his door for his keys. The wolf nearly cleared off his desk looking for them, his face blushing a little at how much stuff around his house had gone missing lately. From invaluable things like erasers, pencils, and the like all the way up to missing shoe-laces, batteries. He would even find some food missing on occasion from the cabinets. He hadn't been able to figure out what was going on, and until now it was more a minor annoyance, but now he was being kept late because of it.

After about half an hour of searching about he finally spotted the glimmer of his silver colored key in the most unexpected of places. It was embedded into the soft soil of a nearby potted plant, like someone had tried to bury it. He quickly pulled it out and wiped the dirt off of it.

"Now...this is odd, I know for a fact I didn't put my key there..." He thought over the strange situation for a moment before remembering he had places to go, and shopping to do, after all that missing stuff wasn't going to replace itself. He quickly left the hour, locking the door on his way out.

As the sound of his car grew more distant a squeakish laughter filled the house. Found behind the potted plant stepped a tiny anthro mouse, barely keeping himself upright as he laughed in a high-pitched tone. "Ha haha! That was hilarious!" Wiping a tear from his eye he turned back towards the hallway, cupping his hands near his mouth to help project his voice "Alright! He is gone!"

A silence followed his yell, but then suddenly numerous squeaks could be heard as other tiny anthro mice of various coats and ages slowly came from their hiding places, all of them looking a tad bit cautious. All of them, including the one that had called out to his friends, were completely nude. Their full bodies exposed save what was hidden by their fur.

As they all made their way into the open the micro-anthro on the desk took out a bundle of shoe-laces that had been tied together, securing them to the plant he was hiding behind before using them to safely get down from the desk.

"He doesn't even suspect a thing, wonder how long that'll last." He says as he walks with the large group into the kitchen. They had been the ones taking his things, using them for various makeshift devices or inventions. Shoe-laces were the most useful though, they could easily use those as sturdy ropes when the need arose to get to things just out of reach. And there were certainly enough shoes in the house to give the mice a nice supply of the perfectly sized ropes.

"If you keep putting things like that he is going to figure it out sooner or later, and then...BAM! No more us." One of the older mice spoke, a rather portly one with a stern look on his face. "Tim, you have to stop teasing them so...remember what happened last time? We can't afford to have to find another house with such clueless occupants." The older mouse came up behind and put his hand on the shoulder of the younger one, trying to gain more of his attention rather than trying to display any affection.

The younger mouse merely turned to face the older with a smug grin. "Ah, come on, he won't find out. And even if he does. I think I have a plan this time!" His grin grew, though the face of the older mouse didn't change in the slightest, even seeming even more angry and annoyed now than before. "No, no more of your plans. We can't risk it." The younger one merely rolled his eyes at the words of the older. He had no intention of halting his plan, he had already gotten most of his buddies on board, all there was to do was put the plan into action. The mice were going to have this house to themselves if all went well.

He ignored the rest of the old mouse's rant, something about when he was a kid, but the younger mouse wasn't listening. He was now watching with a grin as his brothers and sisters made off with any more of the poor wolf's food. Random things they could easily carry with them. They had done well so far to be careful, but they had more and more mouths to feed. It wasn't going to be long until the food they took would be noticeable enough for the wolf to not attribute it to poor memory. The young mouse wasn't worried about any of this though, it was something for the older mice to worry about and fight over...that is, until a crash interrupted the young rodent's thoughts.

Turning his gaze quickly over to the source of the noise his grin immediately faded. One of the mice had gotten a little too greedy, and in an attempt to get some particularly alluring sweets had managed to knock quite a few glass jars from one of the higher up shelves. It left quite the mess, though at least the anthro who did it was still intact.

"We need to clean this up!" "Oh no! What have you done?" Cries of concern and calls for action rang out among the group. It was the first time this had happened at this house. They had been careful up until now. Quickly several mice went to gather up the glass, candy, and powder that had spilled over the floor.

The young mouse rushed over to help clean up the mess, though there was so much that it was hard to get most of it, and entire shelves worth of glass and random seasonings were on the floor now. To make matters worse they were not even half way finished when they heard the sound of a car pulling up to the house. A cold chill ran down each of their spines as they froze, waiting a few seconds before scattering off as if they were confused about whether they should stay working til the last minute or abandon ship.

By the time the wolf entered the house every mouse was hidden from plain view or completely vanished within the holes they had created throughout the house. The younger mouse was among those that watched to see Crisp's reaction to the devastation in the kitchen.

As Crisp entered to set down the groceries he had gotten he ended up dropping them in shock, his draw dropping as he saw a mix of glass and seasonings spread out over a large portion of the floor. He quickly went over to get some stuff to clean it up, making quick work of the large mess thanks to his normal size compared to the tiny mice that had mostly only ended up making the mess worse. "How did this even happen...did it fall on its own?" The wolf mumbled to himself as he looked up at the shelf. Half of the things on the floor had been nowhere near the edge when he left.

The mice were starting to get relieved. He was suspicious, but didn't yet attribute anything to their possible presence yet, though their collective relief was short-lived as the wolf paused, picking up a long fine hair from the pile. Grey, course...it was the hair of a mouse. "Mice! I should've known I'd get them living out here. Great, I'll have to set traps...can an exterminator over." The wolf grumbled to himself, even angrier at discovering the truth behind all the strange disappearing things, and the fact it would likely cost him even more money to get rid of them.

If the mice were not stressed earlier, now they could barely keep themselves from making any noise that would draw attention to them. The wolf finished cleaning and stood up, going over to quickly put up what he had bought at the store.

"Its getting late today...might as well just set up traps and call the exterminator's tomorrow." The wolf said, glancing over at the clock. He would then open a lower cabinet near the door he had entered through, nearly discovering a mouse in the process as he pulled out a dusty set of traps.

The wolf blew them off, sending a cloud of dust and debris through the kitchen before he went to set the traps at various points around the house. Most ended up being placed in the kitchen while a few were placed along the wall in the wall way. Just simple mouse-traps, nothing fancy or high tech. "There, that should do it...I hope." Crisp said letting out a yawn as he walked into the living room to watch some TV before he had to go to sleep.

This finally let the mice come out from their hiding spots, sighs of relief following them. A few jolted off right away, but a handful stayed behind to examine the traps and discuss what they had just heard from the larger wolf - the threat of an exterminator.

The ones that stayed behind all grouped together around one of the traps, looking it over. It was likely something like this wouldn't impede them, but it did serve as an insult to them by reminding them that they did not belong and were not welcome.

After they finished they turned to the younger mouse, who had stayed behind along with them rather than running off. "What are we going to do? Are we still going with 'the plan'?" One of them asked, an odd brown marking over her eye on her otherwise grey fur. The younger mouse nodded, his expression turning from concern and fear to determination. "Yes, of course. As I said, we just need to wait until he is asleep...then I'm going to need you to bring me some laces and get the rest of the gang together." His tone had changed too from its almost childish tone before to a more serious one.

The other mice seemed surprised, though they all nodded and scurried off. They each had things to do or prepare before the night fell completely. The younger mouse stayed behind for a few minutes, thinking to himself as he heard laughter from Crisp in the other room, apparently watching some sort of comedy of some sort or another. He eventually let out a yawn though, his sleep cycle was much different from the wolf's and there wasn't any point staying up any longer. He more than any of his gang needed to be fully awake tonight.

With another yawn he scurried off to one of the holes hidden in the house, making his way through dark chewed out tunnels down to his 'room', if you could call the small chamber with some cotton a room. The young mouse curled up in his little pile of soft cotton and closed his eyes, the distant murmurs and conversations of other rodents helping to eventually lull him to sleep.

Hours passed and the young mouse finally woke up, stretching his limbs and letting out a few soft grunts as he began to wake up. After he rubbed the last of sleep form his eyes his same determined expression from earlier returned, it was time to put his plan into motion at last. He didn't care if the others thought it was a bad idea, it had enough micepower to get it working and he knew it would succeed.

He jumped from his chamber and hurried back up through the tunnels and into the house, coming out in Crisp's bedroom where the wolf was currently sleeping on the bed. The young mouse found his other friends there too waiting for him, nearly a small army of mice...and a lot of shoelaces.

"Alright, good. You all made it. Now, we just need to get up there and tie him up, then leave the rest to me, okay?" The other mice nodded, standing still and waiting for anything else the younger might have to say. "Well? Let's move! We haven't got all night!" The other mice scurried at the words, hurriedly using some of the lace to make a way up to the nightstand, and then the bed it stood beside. The mice had used the handles on the drawers to hold the lace in place before they sent one up to fashion it into a proper knot, giving them an almost ladder-like way to the top.

Once it was fully complete and his gang had gone up the younger soon followed, standing before the rest as they waited for him. They had already fashioned a rope over to the bed, though it wasn't that long of a jump, but had waited for their de facto leader to go any further.

"Alright, now, we need to get his legs and arms tied up so that he can't move. Its going to take a lot of mice to move each arm into place, and a lot of lace to get them firmly held together..." His expression changed to extreme concern, a hint of fear showing. "...and do NOT wake him up! We don't need any unnecessary violence. Go." With that they went off, quickly moving under the covers with an completely absurd amount of shoelace. The younger soon followed, heading with just a few of the mice to near the wolf's feet while the rest stayed up to handle his arms and hands.

Together the mice made quick work of the task of binding his arms. It wasn't hard when they worked together to lift each arm into a position where they could easily be tied together. There were a few close calls, but they managed to do it all right, leaving his arms tightly bound with several shoelaces fashioned into a continuous long rope.

The wolf stirred in his sleep, letting out a few grunts and a whimper, perhaps from a dream or unconsciously feeling his arms now be bound up. Each noise had frightened the mice, but they didn't stop working until they were finished. Next to go down were his legs.

The younger mouse stood with the rest with a completely shocked expression as they looked at his feet. "O-oh my god." One of the mice said, giggling loudly as he went up to poke the large red pair of shoes that the wolf was still wearing from earlier. "He sleeps in his shoes...so odd...what should we do boss? Take 'em off him?" The mouse said, turning to the younger one as he poked the shoe over and over, as if to emphasis how silly he thought it was. The rest seemed equally amused, as did the younger to an extent, though he mostly kept a serious expression.

"No, no no. Why would we do that..." The young mouse said as he stepped forward to the shoes, working on untying each of them and holding the laces in his hands "When we can just save on lace ourselves and use these." He said with a giggle as he started tying the shoes together, making sure to use every possible piece of lace available to him to ensure the wolf would have both a hard time moving his legs apart and getting free from his shoes. "There we go, all finished....now. Take off the blanket!" He yelled, giving a command to all his small army.

With that command the blanket was lifted from him by the mice, from above it would've looked like it floated off the wolf. With the wolf now exposed the younger mouse made his way up to his chest, looking at the wolf's face with a stern expression as Crisp wrinkled his nose, trying to shift and turn and finding himself unable. The cold night air would've made sleeping without a blanket quite uncomfortable, even with fur.

It was not long until the wolf woke up, groggy eyed as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. The first thing to tip him off was the inability to raise his hands to wipe the sleep from his face, or to cover his muzzle as he yawned. Realizing his bondage he quickly jolted awake, panicking as he tried to get up only to realize he couldn't move his legs either. "W-what the hell? W-what is going on?" As his eyes adjusted to the lowlight he would be able to see the young mouse on his chest, arms crossed as he had a mischievous grin on his face.

The mouse stood in silence for a while, his fellow rodents were busy doing their own thing. Most of them were busy poking and pulling on his shoes, making fun of them as well. "What a werido, look at these things?" "Yeah, and who even sleeps in shoes anyhow? haha" The insults were loud enough for the wolf to hear, though he was too confused to register them. He hardly knew what exactly was going on. "Look at this, he even has big feet, maybe that is why he wears shoes huh?" The insults continued, as did the poking and prodding at his shoes.

It wasn't enough to merely play with his shoes though, some of the more nimble mice managed to wiggler their way inside, fitting in the large clownish shoes with ease. Most of them came out immediately after in a rush, not because of any smell, but enough of his socks. "Ha ha ha! Guys, g-guys...look at his socks ha ha ha! I think this wolf might be a clown for a living!" One of the mice that came out burst into laughter so hard he was crying. The rest looked a bit dumbfounded, continuing on with their respective actions. A couple of the mice stayed in the shoes though, rubbings and poking at his feet. "These socks are so wacky....and look just how big his feet are?"

More mice joined the ones in his shoes after a while, soon only leaving a few more outside playing with his feet. Some of them even managed to wiggle into his socks a bit, playing with his bare feet just to further degrade the poor wolf. "You are right, his feet are big, and these socks look so silly! Ha ha"

Between the footrubs, the playing with his shoes, and the comments it wasn't that long at all before Crisp felt a strange stirring in his groin, a slight blush coming across his face. The soft paws poking and pulling at his shoes was starting to make him aroused, unwantingly so, at least in this situation. He tried to think of something, anything to keep from getting turned on, but ultimately his efforts failed. "Hey, do you guys see that?" He heard of one of the mice say in a high pitched voice, a bit of a giggle coming after it. He could feel his undies stretching as his cock started to grow.

"Yeah...is he...getting aroused? From us playing with his shoes here? Ha ha!" The wolf whimpered at that, his ears going flat against his head. The mice played with his shoes even more now, wanting to see just how much of an effect it was having. Much to Crisp's dismay it turned him on even more, his undies stretching as he pitched a tent in them. The mice tried to suppress their laughter, trying to keep their voices down to not distract the young on one the wolf's chest. "What a freak! Turned on by mice playing with his shoes." "He is into shoes? What kind of fetish is that? Shoe-slut? Ha ha."

Meanwhile the young mouse was just reveling in the wolf's facial expressions of dismay and embarrassment, deciding to finally speak after a long silence "Hello there...Crisp, is it?" The mouse said, walking up closer to the wolf, though staying out of range of his muzzle. "We need to have a litt-" He was interrupted by a loud giggling from behind him, the mice no longer able to hold back their laughter. He noticed the wolf blushing harder as well and turned around to see what all the commotion was about. He couldn't tell what the cause was at first. "The shoe thing again guys? I know his shoes are wacky, but we are here for serious business." He said, only getting more laughter in response.

"N-no, not that, boss." A mouse said, playing with the wolf's shoes with some other mice, poking them and bending them, pulling on the laces and tongue. Their eyes were fixed at his groin as they giggled more. "Playing with his feet really made him excited boss." The young mouse took a minute to realize, but his jaw dropped when he did. The wolf was pitching quite the tent in his tight undies, from what could only be guessed. But judging from the mice playing with his shoes as the bulge grew and grew he could only imagine that this wolf had some fondness for having his feet played with.

The young mouse turned back to the wolf with an even more depraved grin. "Wow, you are getting off on this? That is funny. Ha haha. What a weirdo, wears shoes to bed AND gets off on them?." Crisp would only blush harder in respond, whimpering as he squirmed uncomfortably about. "And really goofy shoes at that!" One of the mice near his feet yelled out, gigging harder at having been able to make a verbal smack at the shoes.

As their playing continued the wolf's cock eventually became fully erect in his tight undies, completely obscuring the younger mouse from the sight of the rest at the wolf's feet. It was funny, but even more temptation lay for some of the mice, one of them eventually ended up giving in. A brown male mouse scurried quickly over to the undies, leaning against the member within as he ran his gaze up and down it.

"Hey, what are you doing? We had a plan remember. Doesn't matter if shoe-lover here is turned on or not." The younger mouse said, looking back over his shoulder. "I think I have a great addition to your plan boss, just trust me." The giggles from the other mice helped convince the younger to listen, letting out a sigh and shrugging he responded "Fine, but remember not to go overboard."

The brown mouse chirped with glee as he pushed even harder against the undies, eliciting a moan from Crisp who was now blushing even harder, still remaining silent out of embarrassment mostly. Tied up by micro mice...and even worse they had found out his secret. He didn't think it could get much worse, though the situation was pretty bad as it was.

"Someone is certainly happy, let's see just what we are dealing with here." The brown male walked a few steps to the undies' band and slipped himself inside, tickling the wolf a bit as their fur brushed against one another. Once the mouse was in completely the wolf could feel the tiny paws wrap around his thick, throbbing humanoid cock. Slowly the mouse began to stroke his hands up and down. It was barely enough to bring the wolf much pleasure, but just enough to get another moan out of him.

Meanwhile the younger mouse was catching on to what the others might have in mind. Maybe there wouldn't need to be any violence at all. "Haha, enjoying being used by mice? Bound and helpless? And to think you'd be so turned on by something you were going to try to get rid of...that is right, we heard you say you were going to call an exterminator." The young mouse said, looking directly at the wolf who was blushing and moaning softly. Crisp managed a reply this time. "H-hey, I-I didn't know you all could talk..." the wolf's expression seemed guanine, but the younger felt it didn't make up for anything - he was going to show this wolf who was the real boss of the house..

"Well, we can! And we are going to make sure that you know your new place." The mouse said, his tone becoming more angry and fierce despite his size. He felt oddly powerful, an odd stirring in his mind. Before he knew it his own shaft was poking from his fur near his groin. The wolf noticed it almost immediately too, blushing harder. "W-what are you all g-going to do to me? P-please u-untie me." Crisp started squirming more, trying to pull his arms and feet free of the bindings...though the wolf had to admit he wasn't using quite as much strength as he was capable of.

Before he could do or say anything else though he felt pre leaking from his cock, coating the brown mouse within his undies in the thick, warm, translucent liquid. The mouse didn't seem to mind though, merely slowly down even more, though now rather than just his tiny paws his entire body was rubbing against the shaft. The soft fur making the wolf almost drool at each up and down motion. The giggling could still be heard, his shoes still being placed with by tiny paws tugging and poking.

Seeing the wet spot form on his undies as they shifted and stretched with the activity beneath the younger mouse turned back to Crisp with a wider grin than before. That along make the wolf whimper, biting his lip to try to hold back a gasp. "If you are enjoying this so much...maybe we should do it more often? Haha." The young mouse said, slowly moving his hand down to his growing member as he started to stroke himself.

"I didn't even expect things to go like this...really you should consider yourself lucky that you are such a freak, turned on by shoes. We were just going to make sure you couldn't call anyone and take what we could...now I think we have better ideas." He giggled again, stroking himself faster as the wolf whimpered and squirmed more.

It wasn't too much longer before the tiny mouse let loose his load. The white warm thick spunk barely made much of a mess on the wolf's muzzle, but it was enough to humiliate him even more, small globs of seed running from his nose to his neck. "Ha ha. I bet you wish you could rub that off your face before it ends up marking you." The rodent sat down, a look of sheer enjoyment on his face.

"Oh hey, don't let him cum yet by the way. Heh" He yelled back at the brown mouse, getting a chirp in reply. Crisp could feel the male slow down to a teasingly slow pace, more pre leaking out as the warm soft body rubbed against him, fur teasing and stimulating every inch of his cock. He could even feel a warm rough tongue glide across the base of his cock yet. The treatment was enjoyable...at first. As the minutes passed the wolf became increasingly distressed, the small mouse brining him to the edge over and over again only to keep backing off once he felt the wolf's throbbing member draw close to climax.

"S-stop s-stop teasing me! P-please." Crisp let out, almost reluctantly. He could barely get the embarrassing plea out of his throat. The teasing was driving him mad, he could barely think straight. "C-come on, please..." He begged again, his eyes closing as he whimpered. The young mouse sitting on his chest said nothing, just looking on at the wolf's discomfort and finding his own pleasure in it. The teasing would continue for several more minutes, a rough hairless tail gently wrapping around the base of his cock joining the already unbearable teasing.

"P-please, let me cum, I'll do anything! I can't take it anymore..." The wolf cried out, moaning and blushing hard, almost in tears from the teasing and humiliation. He arms and legs squirming desperately trying to move to give himself and relief that he could, always keeping him just out of reach of pleasure. "Aaaanything?" The young mouse said, his ears perking up, a look of devious mischief coming over him again.

The wolf whimpered, looking directly to the mice now and seeing his expression. He knew it might be a good idea to say yes, but he couldn't help it, and he wasn't thinking straight. He needed to cum, it was just too much, the mice playing with his foot, the teasing on his cock, the thick rodent musk clinging to his muzzle. "Y-yes, a-anything, j-just let me cum!"

All the mice burst into laughter once more. "I bet we could make him cum just from playing with his wacky shoes!" "Yeah boss, we already made him hard from it, werido got off on having his feet played with and made fun of." A roar of insults and comments ate away at Crisp, eventually settling down as the mouse on his chest stood up.

"Alright....here is the deal...we stay here, in your house. No exterminator, no nothing. We get free reign to go get food and other supplies that we need." The rodent paced on the wolf's chest now. "S-sure, whatever you want, ju-" Crisp was cut off by the mouse again, and by the need to let out a moan. "Nah, not finished yet there shoe-lover. There is more. Since you seem to love us using you so much...you'll be our pet to. We'll be able to use you whenever we want" The mouse finished speaking, leaving the wolf in a stunned silence aside from his whimpers and moans. He could barely think of the proposal before his need got the better of him, his head nodding in agreement and his voice soon following "Y-yes, f-fine! I-I'll be your pet, whatever, just let me cum!"

"Ha ha ha, sounds good. Alright, let him cum!" The mouse said, sitting back down and facing the wolf. As soon as he heard the words the brown mouse quickly rubbed himself against the cock, loosing the grip of his tail around the shaft as he finally brought the wolf the pleasure he had denied for such a long time. The wolf merely melted as he came, his expression becoming rather silly, like he had been hit in the head too hard. His eyes crossed, his tongue lolled out of his maw as he drooled over his neck and chest. A loud moan escaped him, a moan of pleasure as he finally had his release. Spurts of thick, creamy pent up seed filled his undies, the mouse within being completely coated in the spunk.

The mice were left giggling all the while, though Crisp didn't care anymore, his mind had turned off with his massive orgasm, leaving the mice to themselves as he stared off in bliss at the ceiling. "I...think you broke him." The young rodent turned back as his formerly brown-furred friend popped out of the undies, collapsing onto the wolf's lower abdomen. "Me? This was your idea!" The male responded back, catching his breath before murring happily as he rolled around on the wolf.

"Ahh...it doesn't matter. He should be fine in the morning, and then we can have some real fun. Ha ha. Why don't we all rest here for the night, on our new toy?" The other rodents cheered in agreement, finding safe warm places to rest on the spent wolf. Some of them managed to sneak quick ones in before they retired, adding to what the wolf would wake up to in the morning as his coated was covered in more of seed than just what was on his muzzle and trapped in his undies. They were going to have a lot more fun with him in the coming days, more than he bargained for.

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Crisp's new life as a slave to the micros proved to be more than the wolf had expected. He assumed they would want free food, maybe a few random items they could fashion into tiny tools. He never imagined that they could be serious in what they said about using him. Each day brought him new ways to be embarrassed, or humiliated.

They reveled in humiliating him both in private and public. Always making fun of his shoes and feet as well as teasing him about his strange foot-related turn-ons as often as they could. Almost every night they would play with him like they did on the first day, awake and willing or not. He would wake up with cum-soaked undies and fur, even some of his clothes he would put out for the following day would be covered in tiny splotches of mouse jizz. He wondered if anyone he met out in the town ever noticed or suspected anything. He would get strange looks sometimes, making him blush uncomfortably.

The worst was when he was out in public of course, the public times were hard on him more so than what was done in private. He could at least keep the private things between himself and the rodents he was now a pet for, but everyone thought he was a freak now thanks to the mice. Some of them would crawl into his shoes and clothes, teasing him while he was shopping or working, making him let out embarrassing and poorly timed moans and gasps.

Worse still was how the mice would make him dress up. The rodents had taken a fancy to dressing up their new doll however they liked. They would have him wear stockings, striped and alternating between girly colors. As with their actions the attire got more and more girly as well, starting with stocking and gloves, moving on to skirts and dresses. Soon they had forced the poor wolf into a full-blown femboi.

Sometimes the mice would even make him do things, pinching or pulling on him or teasing him until he did what they wanted. This usually involved using him in a stall of a bathroom or closet. Their actions became more and more bold and lewd as well as the days drew on, it wasn't enough to embarrass him or humiliate slightly, they had to do it more thoroughly, always one upping their previous actions.

One such occasion they had cum into Crisp's shoes the night before, giving him quite the squishy surprise when he got ready to go out the next day. He was forced to walk around in their jizz all day, the feeling of it soaking into his socks and squishing on his feet making him sickeningly aroused to the point he was unable to hide it. The stares and giggles from people vigilant enough to notice his erection through the short shorts the mice had picked out for him that day made him blush hard and try hide his face as his tail went between his legs. He wasn't allowed such cover though, the rodents that had come with him in his shorts quickly made the wolf raise his tail and stand up straight, a few pinches to his rump making his yelp and get the message quickly.

Another embarrassing moment when the mice were being bold was when he was out shopping, the mice, he guessed, wished to have their public fun be a bit more...public. The rodents that had come with him slipped into his undies and shoes, careful to avoid his feet as he stepped. At first it just made him uncomfortable, but then they started going ad him. Rubbing his socks and feet, grinding against his shaft. Biting his lip was all he could do to keep from making a noise as he slowly walked through the busy isles of the store. As the grinding went on however his blush grew more noticeable, as did the physical effects of the actions on him. He would get stares, disgusted grunts, and even a few giggles as he walked around, lets wobbling as he let out soft pants and gasps. He tried to reach some place where he could be in private, but the mice stopped him in their usual manner, making him yelp with pain as they pinched him. He didn't know if it was worse they were getting him off in public or doing everything they could to draw attention to him. The onslaught continued on until he finally was brought to orgasm. A loud moan escaping him as he buried his head in a loaf of bread. He didn't bring his face out until well after his orgasm had passed. He could still feel the cooling sticky thick seed in his undies, but at least he would be spared the faces of the people that witnessed his orgasm. He quickly got what he needed, walking awkwardly the entire way, high pitched giggles coming from his shorts and shoes as he walked along. Despite all the embarrassment...some part of him couldn't help but fall in love with the treatment, being humiliated and embarrassed gave him a sickening and uncomfortable arousal.

Crisp eventually came to like the treatment. No longer resisting, no longer fighting against the pleasure he felt by how his new Masters treated him. He happily let them use him, even openly letting himself be seen with them. Sure micros were rare, but not illegal or unheard of. People stared, laughed, gave him looks of disgust. But Crisp felt so turned on by letting everyone know, walking around everywhere he could in his short shorts, stockings, and his goofy red shoes. He loved being a pet, being a shoe-loving wolf slut for the mice. A toy. And in turn they loved the benefits they got, free food, free home, and free sex and entertainment. In the rodent's eyes, a perfect relationship.

End