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Crisp slept soundly among the blankets and clothes that had been left on his bed, sprawled out on his back and his head tilted to the side. The rest of his dorm room appeared to be in a similar state of disarray; Clothes and sneakers were strewn about the floor, barely hanging on the lip of the laundry hamper or hanging out of drawers, academic books and papers spread across his desk, his roommate's art projects littering the floor. The cleanest part were the narrow paths leading from the beds to the door where items had been nudged and kicked out of the way.

There was a faint rustling sound, barely louder than a whisper. Two shadowy objects crawled across the floor like inchworms, making their way to the young wolf's bed. They slithered up the bedposts and crept over the bed towards the wolf's feet. Oblivious to them and the rest of the world, Crisp slept on in silent, dreamless slumber.

When the objects came into a sliver of moonlight at the foot of the bed, they revealed themselves to be a pair of socks. They had come from a thrift store that Crisp and his roommate had shopped at while finding cheap, second-hand clothes. Crisp was looking for something to wear while Jody was shopping for inspiration. The socks had looked almost brand new, the colors still looking as vibrant as if they had been bought shrink wrapped and unopened. The hem of the socks was bright purple, the bodies a lime green. The bottoms were a teal color from the heels to the toes and also bore lighter paw prints on them. Jody had teased him for the purchase but they had made Crisp happy. There was something else about them that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He just felt a gravitational pull towards them as they were just laying in a bin amongst other balled up pairs of socks for a dollar a pop.

The sock's colorful bodies glowed in the moonlight as they wriggled themselves onto each foot. As soon as the hems were comfortably hugging around the wolf's ankles the magic started to go to work. The spirit of the socks wasted no time in claiming their wearer. The magic seeped into the wolf's skin and ran through the root-like tangle of his veins all the way up through his body until it reached his brain.

The show was about to begin.

Inside Crisp's mind, he began to dream. The scene swirled into focus and he found himself standing backstage, listening to the murmur of the crowd on the other side of the curtain. He went to take a peek when a familiar voice stopped him.

"You're on in 30 seconds, Crisp," said a drawling, cigarette-cracked female voice.

Crisp's jaw dropped. Standing behind him was his fourth-grade teacher, Ms. Carmichael, who still looked as old and curmudgeonly as she had when he was a pup.

"But...b-but..." He stammered, feeling his ears growing warm.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Said a booming, charismatic voice, "BOYS AND GIRLS OF ALL AGES! WE ARE PROUD TO PRESENT THE WORLD FAMOUS "PAWVILLE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TALENT SHOW"! PLEASE PUT YOUR PAWS TOGETHER AND GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO....CRISP!"

Crisp was shoved roughly through the curtain. He found himself blinded underneath the glare of many bright lights. He looked to his side and saw a tall otter dressed in a lurid green and teal showman suit and a bright purple top hat. There was a roar of applause from the crowd.

The otter approached Crisp and patted him heartily on the back. "Here we are! How are we doing tonight, Mr. Crisp?" He asked, his loud, jovial voice booming throughout the theater.

"I...What?" The flustered wolf stammered, still squinting through the glare.

"Terrific!" Cried the otter to the audience, who all politely applauded. "And what will you be performing tonight, Mr. Crisp?"

Still stunned, Crisp replied, "I-I don't know what I'm doing h-"

"There you go! Tonight, Crisp the wolf will be performing "I Don't Know What I'm Doing"! Please give another round of applause for... CRISP!" The otter strode away.

All of the lights went out except for a single spotlight that was pointed right at Crisp. It dawned on him that he was dressed only in a pair of red briefs, a pair of brightly colored socks, and a pair of wide-soled tap-dancing shoes that were bright and red like a pair of juicy, shiny apples. He had no idea how he came to be dressed the way he was, nor how he got to be in that particular situation.

The applause had quickly turned to laughter at his expense. He felt his face burning hotly beneath his black and white fur.

The shoes started to vibrate, like a small earth tremor. Then they began to dance.

The laughter grew in volume as the wolf waved his arms in an attempt to steady himself and not fall over. An Irish fiddle began to play a jaunty tune while his legs performed a Riverdance. His shoes clicked and tapped on the polished wood stage like machine gun fire.

"Get off the stage, loser!" Someone called out from the crowd. "Yeah!"

To his ever mounting horror, he looked down and saw that he was getting hard. His erection stretched out the fabric of his underwear and left a big, wet spot of precum right on the front.

The laughter grew even louder, with people calling out, "Jesus! Look at how hard he is!"

"What kinda loser gets hard from dancing?"

"I bet he's gonna cream right on stage!"

"Don't slip and fall on your own jizz, dork!"

The wolf blushed even harder. His feet were dancing even faster now, making the obscene bulge in his underwear bounce and sling pre droplets onto the wood floor. He could feel his whole body growing warmer, starting to prickle beneath the fur, feeling less and less in control of his own body. His cock was now pulsing and he could feel the telltale tingling of an oncoming orgasm.

He squinted, looking out into the crowd the best he could from the bright light glaring in his face. His eyes widened as he saw that the entire audience was made up of otters. Not just any otters but the same otter that had introduced him on stage! They wore fine evening suits and dresses, some wearing makeup or glasses but they were unmistakably the same otter!

His feet gave one final clack! The music came to a stop and he felt his arms being thrown up in a Y over his head. He was panting, feeling unpleasantly hot under the light and from having been forced to tap-dance. He received a standing ovation, seeing that the otters were on their feet, clapping and laughing and pointing at him. He looked down and saw that his boner was still bulging but looked much wetter than before.

There was a click and the lights went out. The sound seemed to be snuffed out as well, the laughing still echoing as everything seemed to blink temporarily out of existence.

Crisp stumbled around, arms out in front of him as he groped blindly for anything in his path. His shoes clicked sharply on the floor beneath him, echoing loudly throughout whatever massive room he was in.

The lights came back on, blinding the wolf once more. When his vision had cleared, he saw that he was no longer in the auditorium but in an entirely new room altogether. Though it didn't seem much like a room as it was a massive corridor with a high ceiling. Green and purple arches divided doors along the corridor, all of them oddly shaped and in various sizes and styles.

He became aware of a presence behind him and turned to see the same otter who had been on stage (and _was_the audience) with him.

He took off his large purple top hat and said, "Greetings! My name is Puck." He gave a low, exaggerated bow before snapping back upright and tossing his hat onto a coat rack that had blinked itself into existence just a split second before, landing neatly on a rung. With another flick of his wrist, a table sprang up between the lively otter and the bemused wolf.

Crisp gave a yelp of surprise as a chair scooted up from behind him, taking out his knees and knocking him back into an opulent wooden chair. He was sitting across the table from the otter, who took off his white gloves and began to pour out a couple cups of tea.

"Wha...Who are you?" The wolf said when he finally located his voice.

Puck raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. "I thought I told you!" He gave a small smile and added, "Or do you mean 'What am I? Where did I come from and Where am I going with all this?' Well, all questions will be answered and all answers will be questioned in due time. Tea?"

Crisp nodded numbly, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. Was this all a dream? It had to be. Though he never had a dream this vivid before.

"Well, you're definitely dreaming, for sure," Puck replied as if Crisp had wondered his thoughts out loud. "And that's the problem! I'm stuck here in this fantastical dream realm of yours. Everything's possible here and nothing is real at all." Puck leaned in and pressed his fingers together under his chin. "Living in dreams can get awfully dull after a while. You start to get tired of having anything you want instantly brought to you with no transaction at all."

"I thought that would be great," Crisp said uncertainty.

Puck chuckled, "Oh you'd _think_so. But there's no fun in it! I could summon up a bright purple 1947 Bentley Convertible with a hot tub and a soda dispenser..." He said, snapping his fingers and making it appear right next to their table. "But it wouldn't be real! Tangible things are much more fun, wouldn't you agree?"

Crisp frowned. "I suppose..."

The Bentley vanished and Puck leaned across the table. "You've dreamed it was Christmas several times in the past, have you not? Only to wake up and find that it's just a regular Tuesday in the middle of May. How disappointing was it not to have those amazing gifts you opened? Or what about..."

"I get it, I get it but...what does that have to do with anything? If I'm dreaming, then you're not real!"

Puck gave a little smirk and bit into a chocolate biscuit. "I could be. Those socks on your paws..."

Crisp looked down to find that his paws were still inside those colorful socks and that the shoes had disappeared.

"I came with those socks, you know. And it wasn't by chance that you stumbled upon them in that bargain bin. You've got what it takes to take me out of this fantasy world and bring me to life! And I knew you couldn't resist a colorful pair of socks!" He chuckled, noticing the wolf's small blush.

"Okay...But...but what are you?" Crisp asked, starting to feel a little annoyed. He didn't forget that the otter had obviously made him tap dance in his underpants on stage.

"An incubus of sorts," Puck said, sipping loudly at his tea. "An imp or more appropriately, I'm the spirit of the socks on your feet!"

Crisp thought for a moment before standing to his feet and leaning over the table. "What if I don't want to let you out of my dreams?"

Puck stuck out his lower lip, giving it a quiver even though Crisp could see a twinkle of mischief in the otter's eyes. "Oh, why not? We could have so much fun in the real world!"

"Like what?" Crisp glared. "You humiliating me in front of real people? Using your magic to make me dance around again?"

Puck leaned back, arms folded and a wide grin perched across his short muzzle. "I thought you enjoyed that. You looked about ready to cream your pants!"

Crisp growled and pushed himself away from the table. "I'm getting out of here...You can just...Just stay in my dreams!" The wolf looked up and down the long corridor of doors, chose one that looked pretty plain and promising, and opened it.

Crisp stepped through the doorway and instantly felt the world lurch away from him, sending him toppling forward inside.

He found himself swimming around in a vibrant blue ocean. He could see the ripples in the sand below and see the light shining in from above. He was in relatively shallow water at least. He gasped, taking water into his lungs as a small group of oddly colored fish swam directly in front of his face. He watched them go, seeing that they weren't actually fish at all but shimmering, colorful socks that swam just like fish through the water. A pair of briefs skirted along the sand below like a manta ray. He gulped another lungful of water, finding that he could breathe! Well, of course he could breathe underwater. He was still dreaming.

There was a flash of brown, making him do a little twirl in the water as something passed him like a torpedo. He turned and saw with some dismay that it was Puck again, this time shed of his foppish clothes and swimming in the feral body of his ancestors. With a little wiggle of his rudder, Puck flashed him a grin and said, "Wanna race?"

"No!" Crisp said, bubbles flooding out of his muzzle.

Puck did a twirl in the water and said, "Well I wanna race! Race you to the top!"

Crisp was about to tell Puck where he could go with his race when he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. It was like the air had been shut off for him and he actually couldn't breathe!

Puck flashed another cheeky grin and said, "Last one to the top is a pair of rotten socks!" He sped up, leaving Crisp behind.

In a panic, Crisp began to swim towards the surface. It wasn't very far. He could see the light shining over the top of the rippling water. He pumped his arms and legs frantically, his socked feet kicked back.

When he broke through the top of the ocean, he saw that the sun had blinked out of existence. He looked around, trying to figure out why it was nighttime all of a sudden.

Crisp's paws came down but instead of splashing back into the ocean, they hit solid wood! He looked down to see that the rest of his body beneath his white chest was submerged beneath the wood. But the wood was rippling around him like water, all except for where his paws were. With a grunt, he hoisted himself out of the wood and found that not only was he back on solid ground, but he was completely dry as well!

"Where am I now?" He asked, feeling rather annoyed again. He pinched himself to try and get himself to wake up but to no avail. "Puck? Are you arou- OOF!" Crisp walked right into a wall. Or at least he thought it was a wall. It wasn't hard like the wooden floor beneath him but soft and made of some kind of fabric.

In that moment light broke out all around him, coming from above. He shielded his eyes and tried to look up, then gasped and fell back on his bottom when he saw the massive face of his roommate Jody looming over him.

"Bro!" Jody said, looking puzzled and amused. "Bro, what are you doing in my sock drawer?"

Crisp looked around. Sure enough, he was surrounded by mountains of folded socks and underpants. "Jody! You need to wake me up! I don't know what the heck is going on but I'm dreaming! And there's this otter and...and these socks!" He stammered over his words, not making much sense to himself either. It all sounded ludicrous when said out loud.

"Hang on, bro, I can't hear a word you're saying." The fox reached in and pulled the lilliputian wolf out with two fingers. Curiously, as he was pulled from the drawer, Crisp found himself enlarging rapidly. By the time he hit the floor, he was back to his regular size again.

Crisp gave a small laugh of relief as he found himself back in his dorm room. Everything was in its right place as it had when he went to bed the night before.

Jody was still looking at him quizzically. "Man Crisp, where are your clothes? And what were you doing in my sock drawer?"

Crisp shook his head lightly. His head was still spinning from the odd dream that it was hard to make sense of anything that just happened. The first thing he was going to do though was take off the luridly colored socks on his feet and throw them out.

He leaned forward and yanked on them. Then he yanked and yanked again. He yanked even harder and felt pain in his ankles and feet! With dawning dread, he realized that he couldn't get them off!

He looked back up and saw Jody sneering down at him.

"J-Jody? Where are your clothes?" He asked, looking down the fox's body. Now they were both equally attired but Crisp felt that they were not on equal footing at all. The fox now wore a bright green pair of briefs with a purple back and teal colored seams going along the legs and on the Y front. He also had a very fuzzy pair of brown socks on his feet.

"Do you like my new socks?" Jody asked, ignoring the wolf's question. He strode towards the wolf, raising a foot to give Crisp a better look at them.

To Crisp's horror, Puck's jubilant face was grinning back at him from the sole of Jody's right sock.

"Oh god...I'm still dreaming, aren't I?"

"Horrible, isn't it?" Puck said with a wink. "Ain't I a stinker?"

Jody sat back on the bed and put his paws up behind his head while his feet stayed propped up in Crisp's face. His left foot was rubbing down over the bulge in Crisp's briefs, encouraging him to harden back up while the other sock spoke.

"Won't you help me out of this dream world?" Puck asked coyly. "I can do so much more with reality than I ever could inside a pair of socks..."

Crisp whimpered. His cock was now straining against the red fabric again as the left foot massaged over it. The magic of the socks only heightened the feeling of pleasure in his groin. It burned and pulsed, making it hard to hold back for very long.

"W-well..." Crisp said, weighing his options. "What would...I have...to..." He gave a sharp gasp as he quickly tipped over into a premature orgasm. Cum spurt from the pre-dampened fabric, leaving a pearly little pool on his lower belly. Crisp gave a violent shiver and bucked his hips, grunting as he finished out the speedy climax.

Puck tutted. "Quick draw, aren't we?" He chuckled, the foot dipping down towards the small pool of semen. A little pink tongue flicked out and lapped up the little mess. "Now...I believe you were asking me how you could help get me out of this dream? Well, it's really quite simple! All you have to do...is want me out of the dream!"

Crisp panted, looking incredulously at the sock-shaped otter. "That's it?"

"That's it!" Puck said cheerily.

"That's...That's the stupidest thing I ever heard," Crisp said rather bluntly.

"Listen, buddy," Puck replied, sounding a little offended and annoyed. "I don't make the rules, okay? This is dream-logic we're talking here. Now do you want me out of your dreams or not?"

"Of course I want you out!" Crisp said, trying to stand up but getting pushed back down by Jody's feet. "I didn't want you in my dreams in the first place!"

"No no! You have to really_want me out!" Puck said. "You have to want me to exist with you! You have to want me to join you from the astral plane into your physical realm! You need to _will me into existence!"

Crisp looked down at himself for a moment, wondering how he would go about doing something like that. But before he could even really deliberate on the matter, Puck suddenly announced, "Too late!"

Crisp was shoved back from the socks, being pushed into the floor and through the floor. He fell through a seemingly endless void before landing back in his bed.

The wolf's eyes snapped open and he was wide awake. He was still laying in bed, his briefs soggy from what was surely the weirdest wet dream he'd ever had. He turned his head and saw that sometime in the night the power had gone out. The digital red letters on his alarm clock were flashing 12:00 over and over.

"Ugh great..." Crisp muttered, sitting up in bed. "Probably late for History of Western Civ..." He gave a sigh of resignation before getting up and out of bed. "Won't be able to get in if it's already started. Might as well go get a bite to eat."

He threw on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a hoodie; all of which he picked off the floor; and went to the door. He knelt down to get his shoes when he shot back with a yelp. He looked back in horror at what he saw.

In place of his sneakers was a pair of bright red shoes, shiny and crisp like a big, juicy apple, with yellow shoe strings. With shaking paws, he reached out and turned one over. The sole and heel had little metal plates embedded in it, exactly like the ones in his dream!

A figure rolled over in Jody's bed, stretching out its arms and giving an exaggerated yawn.

"G'morning, Sunshine!" Puck said with a relaxing sigh. He opened his eyes and give the dumbstruck wolf a sly little wink.

Crisp pressed his back up against the opposite wall and tried to make himself look flat as possible. He stared at Puck in mute horror as the otter slipped out from under the covers, wearing Jody's shirt and underpants. He vigorously pinched his arm, trying desperately to wake himself up from this dream. It had to be another dream. This couldn't be happening. All he managed to do was leave a nasty bruise under his fur.

"Where's Jody?" Crisp asked, once he finally found his voice. "What did you do with him?"

Puck gave a grin that raised the fur on the back of Crisp's neck. "Don't you worry about Jody," He said nonchalantly as he rose out of bed. "He's safe inside. He was much more willing to lend me a vessel than you were."

Jody's voice came from the otter's mouth. "Hey, no problem, bro! I needed a break from school anyway."

Bewildered, Crisp gaped at the otter who was now slipping into a pair of Jody's jeans that were fresh from the floor. "You...Jody's still..." He tried to wrap his head around everything. He couldn't tell if he was still dreaming or not anymore. He felt like he was awake. That pinch had certainly hurt like he was awake.

"See?" Puck said, his voice back to his ever-amused accent with a British lilt. "Your little friend is safe and sound inside me now."

"Won't people wonder where Jody is?" Crisp asked tentatively.

"I shouldn't think so," Puck said, striding over to the mirror to fix his hair.

From where he was on the floor, Crisp could see Puck's reflection in the mirror. Only it wasn't the otter that was looking back at him. Jody mimicked the otter from the other side of the looking glass, copying his expression. Puck pulled some faces to make Jody's face do the exact same.

"Pretty much everyone will see me as Jody," Puck replied, running a comb through his hair. "Except you, of course." Puck winked at him again. "It'll be our little secret."

Crisp scrambled to get to his feet but his paws slipped out from under him and swooped up into the air. He looked up and saw that those cursed socks from the thrift store were on his feet, dangling him upside down while the otter grinned at him with amusement.

"How...?" Crisp gasped out. All the blood was starting to rush to his head, making him feel a little woozy.

"I might be out but I still have my magic, you know," Puck replied, waving his paw with a flourish. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun with each other, won't we?"

Crisp was flipped back around so he was upright again. His feet landed into the shoes, which had opened up with their long, red tongues sticking out so his feet could slip in easier. The bright yellow laces zig-zagged through the loops before tying themselves into firm little knots. Crisp wanted to bend down and undo them but he couldn't make his arm's do anything! He couldn't even move his legs! All he could do is look down and watch as the living shoes laced themselves up.

Like little yellow snakes, the cords slithered up the legs of his jeans. Crisp wondered what they would do, imagining all sorts of horrible fates for himself. Perhaps they would wrap around his neck or poke out his eyes. Maybe they'd even wrap up the entirety of his body like a mummy! Instead, the strings stopped at his crotch. The aglets hooked through the zipper of his fly and yanked it up. Then one looped through the eye hole of his fly while the other wrapped around the brass button and pulled it towards the hole, popping it right in. One patted his crotch as if brushing off dust before slithering back down.

"Left the barn door open," Puck chuckled, "Didn't want the cows getting' out during class, did ya?" Upon seeing the look on Crisp's face, the otter gave a playful little pout and said, "I know what you're thinking, mate. But don't worry. You'll learn to get used to me. I tend to grow on people." He winked and pecked a little kiss on the wolf's cheek.

Puck spun around and clapped his paws together. "Oh! I know! I know how to ease this tension." He snapped his fingers and the radio crackled to life. "We should have a little dance off before we go to class!"

Crisp really didn't have much say in the matter as his feet moved on their own volition. Lurching like Frankenstein's monster, he stepped forward until he was standing a couple feet away from Puck. On the radio, someone was strumming a guitar in a very familiar melody. A glassy tambourine joined in with a kicking drum and a lazy bass.

Puck grabbed Crisp and pulled him into a little two-step dance, kicking clothes and books around the floor.

"You keep sayin' you got something for me. Somethin' you call love, but confess..." The otter sang with a fake, southern twang to the music. He twirled the wolf around, making his shoe laces whip around and curl back up around his legs.

"But you've been messin', where ya shouldn't've been a messin'! Now someone else is gettin' all yer best!"

Crisp was spun around so fast he felt like he was going to be sick. Then he was stopped so suddenly that he nearly lost his balance and fell to the ground. But Puck saved him from landing in a pile of dirty laundry just in time.

"These socks were made for walkin! And that's just what they'll do!" He pulled the dizzy wolf back to his feet and did another two-step around the room. "One of these days these socks'll walk all over you!"

Crisp looked down and saw that his clothes had been changed. He now wore a pair of dusty jeans, a red flannel shirt, a flamboyantly scarlet handkerchief tucked into his back pocket, and a bolo tie around his neck with a stone as purple as Puck's suit had been embedded in it.

Crisp couldn't escape from Puck. He was being drawn into the otter by his clothing. His arms and legs moved to the rolling beat and the crashing of the tambourine. With no control of himself at all, he was trapped doing a little square dance with the otter. He felt himself starting to get an erection inside his tight blue denim jeans.

"You keep lyin' when you oughtta be truthin'! You keep losin', when you oughtta not bet. And you keep samin' when you oughtta be changin'. What's right is right, but you ain't been right yet!"

Crisp gave a groan as the otter spun him around and dipped him back, causing the denim to squash and rub his bulge into the jeans. It was obviously done on purpose.

"These sock's were made for walkin'. And that's just what they'll do! One of these days these socks'll walk all over you!"

A wet spot the size of a half dollar started to form on the front of Crisp's lap and was accentuated by the obscene bulge that was present. It strained against the fabric of his jeans painfully. But the song went on and he continued his reluctant dance with the otter.

"Are you ready socks?" Puck sang, licking his lips and grinning at the wolf. He danced in place, did a little spin, and cried out, "Start walkin'!"

The horns came in on the radio, loud enough that there could have been playing live in the room with them. Crisp's legs spasmed and he was forced into another tap-dance. His thumbs hooked through the loops on either side of the massive belt buckle as his bright red shoes danced and shook and skittered on the floor to the rhythm of the music.

Crisp whimpered as he felt another orgasm rising to the surface. The music seemed to follow the pleasure of his climax, swelling and mounting in pleasure. The drums beat and the cymbals crashed. The horns reached their crescendo just when Crisp thought that his boner was going to explode inside his pants.

The music came to a stop. Crisp gave a powerful shudder that would've brought him to his knees if his clothes hadn't been holding him up. His bulge pulsed and the stain spread rapidly. A little bit of semen managed to filter through the dense fabric as he came hard into them. His whole body trembled from the magnitude of the finish, overwhelmed with intense pleasure and humiliation.

"Holy shit, bro!" Jody's voice came from Puck's mouth. "Ha ha! He fuckin' creamed himself! Holy crap, dude! I can't believe he just jizzed himself from dancing!"

Puck gave an impatient tut and said, "Well that just won't do, no sir! We've only just started having fun and you've already gone and ruined your pants just like that!"

With a snap of his fingers, Crisp's laces undid themselves and started to coil like snakes. They squirmed and slithered their way up his legs to undo his belt and unzip his fly. They yanked his trousers down brusquely. The shoes cooperated by lifting one leg, then the other to get the pants off his legs entirely. His shirt went next. Crisp tried to grab at the band of his briefs but it was no use against the strangely powerful laces. They nearly tore the fabric as he attempted to keep them on.

Puck seemed very amused as the naked wolf attempted to cover his modesty. He gave a short nod at the dresser, which sprung open with a loud clatter. Crisp gasped as clothes came shooting out of the drawers. They fluttered and flapped around the room while Puck observed them thoughtfully.

"Hmmm...How abooouuut..." He pointed at a few clothes as they spun through the multicolored vortex. The articles threw themselves down at Crisp, pinning to his body while the laces shot upwards and pulled them on his body. A checkered shirt, a green striped undershirt, polka dotted pants, and bright red underpants forced themselves onto the helpless wolf.

"Better!" Puck said, folding his arms and proudly observing the loudly dressed canine. "Let's see what everyone else thinks! Strut your stuff, Crisp!"

Crisp's legs moved, forcing him to walk out of the dorm and out into the hallway. From out of nowhere, pulsating techno music thudded in the halls. The clothes made him stride confidently, swaying his hips and giving a little twirl near the end of the hall as if he were on a catwalk at a fashion show. Not many people were in the dorms that afternoon, though there were a few doors open and a couple heads were popping out to see what was up with the music and the luridly dressed wolf.

Crisp whimpered again. In his clothes, he could feel his cock getting stimulated into getting hard again after he'd just climaxed. He thought it was just the friction of the clothing on his body but realized that the underwear was actually_massaging his member_! The jeans tightened around his groin as well, showing off his very noticeable bulge.

"Oh my god.."

"Are you serious? Holy crap!"

"Haha, dude! Come look at this!"

"No way!"

Crisp saw people holding up their phones, the little lenses from the camera following him as he strode through the hallways like a top model. Lights flashed and people laughed, pointing at the humiliated wolf as he strode back to his dorm at the end of the hall.

This happened several more times, each time Puck dressed him in increasingly colorful and clashing color combinations before sending him out into the hallway. The whistling and laughing followed him as more people came up to see what was going on.

"Jesus, the guy's got a boner!"

"You gotta see this! Crisp's walking around with..."

"Final's must've been hell on him! Ha ha!"

"I think he's gonna blow!"

Crisp was lead back out in a big purple jacket with a green coronation and a green bowler hat perched on top of his head. He had never owned any of these clothes before. Puck seemed to have brought them with him out of his dream world. The only thing he wore beneath the jacket was a pair of briefs and, of course, his big, red shoes.

The shoes dragged him out into the gales of laughter, making his face grow even hotter than before. The underwear was relentless in its massaging; squeezing around his boner and milking pre out of him.

To his surprise, and also to the spectators that had gathered in the doorways along the hall, Crisp discovered that he had a little bit of spunk left in him even after his previous orgasm. After a little twirl, Crisp's body gave a shudder and semen gushed through the fabric at the tip of his bulge. The shoes took him back as people cheered and laughed and pointed. Cum oozed and dripped down the still engorged front of his red briefs as he walked and dotting the tiled floor. They led him back to a smirking Puck, who looked him and down, brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders, and said, "I think you and I are gonna have a lot of fun together, Crisp..."