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"Damn it!" said Crisp, shaking the dirty water from his feet. He yelled at the speeding car as it drove away, not a care in the world for the canine they'd just soaked. "These are my favorite shoes you asshole!"

The wolf-husky hybrid prided himself in his taste in footwear, and despite the heavy rain they'd been getting today he'd taken great care to avoid damaging the pair he was wearing; the sneakers were his favorite, and it had taken him quite a while to save up for them when he'd purchased them. Unfortunately, thanks to the careless bitch to busy talking on her phone to mind what was going on around her, the wusky was now dripping wet, and from the knees down he was absolutely soaked. It'd take days to get them dry again, and if the state of the city streets was anything to go by he could count on the shoes being stained for good.

Crisp grumbled all the way back to his apartment, his footsteps squelching against the floor. Once he got inside and closed the door behind him, he removed his shoes and peeled off his wet socks.

"For fuck sake!"

Even the white fur of his lower legs was stained from all the gunk that had been kicked up on him from the street. It'd take a miracle to fix his shoes at this rate. He wouldn't dare risk them in the wash, which would guarantee they were ruined. A lesson he'd learned the hard way with this brand in the past. At least it wasn't like he had a shortage of footwear to choose from. Half the appeal to this apartment had been the enormous - for the city at least - amount of closet space.

"There's a big chunk of change down the drain," sighed the wusky, tossing the soaked shoes down on the mat beside his door.

Crisp would just have to hit the store and hope they had another pair. They were still open, so he could go now...

His ears perked up, and Crisp's attention was diverted as large raindrops began to patter against the kitchen window, quickly turning into a torrential downpour that washed over the glass and turned the outside world into nothing but a blur.

"Yeah, not going out in that," said Crisp to himself.

The last thing he wanted to do was ruin even more of his stuff stomping around through downtown in a rainstorm. He'd just have to wait until after classes tomorrow and hit the store then. In the meantime, he could work on getting the dirt and oil out of his fur.

Removing his clothes and tossing them in the hamper, Crisp strolled into the bathroom, doing his best not to smear anything on the carpet of his bedroom. It was a good thing his shower had a small bench he could sit on, because it took several washes to make any real progress at getting his fur clean. The black fur of his toes might have hidden the worst of it, but the fur that stretched up to his knee took ten minutes of vigorous washing to get back to the snowy white it usually was. His other leg was just as bad, but eventually the water ran clean again.

After some much frustration, the wusky needed to do something to relax and let off some steam. So, he did what any college student with privacy would in that situation.

Reaching down, Crisp started playing with his dick, squeezing and rubbing until his cock quickly grew hard in his hand. The pink circumcised length reached full erection quickly, and Crisp leaned back against the slick tiles of the shower wall, letting the warm water wash over him as he started to jerk off. His other hand slid back under his tail, teasing his entrance as his fingers slid along his cock.

It had been too long since Crisp had gotten to hook up with someone. There were plenty of hot guys and girls around campus, but not living in the dorms meant that sometimes hook ups could get tricky. The other students liked the idea of the privacy of an apartment, but even more of them had no interest in bedding someone unless they were on campus and they could just sneak in and out.

Not that he could blame them; there was some definite appeal to the idea of living on campus with hundreds of sex-crazed college kids eager for some dick. But Crisp would rather have more space for himself and some semblance of privacy, even at the cost of his sex life taking a hit. Good thing he had such reliable internet in the building, because his favorite porn sites had been getting quite the workout lately. One particular video had involved a husky fucking this gorgeous vixen while taking it up the tail from a wolf, the dog eagerly pushing back and forth between the two.

Picturing himself in the husky's place was more than enough to have his cock leaking heavily, the spray from the shower quickly washing the precum from his fingers. He slipped a couple of fingers into himself, moving his other hand faster along his cock, giving it a good squeeze every couple of strokes. The thick walls of the building had been battle-tested at blocking the sounds of sex, so Crisp felt no need to hold back his moans and growls of pleasure. He might even need to break out a dildo later; he was much more pent up than he'd realized. Maybe he'd even fire up some of those amateur college porn sites he liked so much. Might be fun to picture something like that happening in the dorms.

That mental picture was enough to push him over the edge, his toes curling against the tile floor when the pleasure flooded his system. Crisp's cock throbbed hard in his hand, cum smearing his fingers and splurting against the glass door of the shower to be quickly washed away by the water while the wusky licked his fingers clean.

Crisp sighed in contentment, making sure there was no cum left in his fur before stepping out of the shower and into the fur-dryer stall. It was a good thing he'd gotten some relief in the shower, because the feeling of all the warm air blowing through his fur felt so good he probably would have gotten hard again. His dick even twitched when he focused more of the blowers on his front to get his chest good and dry, and again when he pushed his rear towards the vents, his ass and tail turning into fluff when the dryers shut off.

After brushing down his fur, Crisp slipped on a pair of boxers and a loose t-shirt, heading towards the kitchen. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day to go out and try to replace his ruined shoes, but until then he'd figure out something to make for dinner. Nothing like a warm shower, an orgasm, and a good meal to improve your mood.

The next day was a trying one though; a long day of classes that seemed to drag on forever. But eventually, mercifully, they were over, and Crisp was able to head for the subway. When he got off at the stop nearest his favorite shop, the wusky was almost grateful for what had happened. All the rain they'd been getting had left the station rather messy, and though it was quickly getting cleaned up, he still hated having to walk through it at all.

It wasn't a long walk to the shop, and thankfully he was able to find a replacement pair. Unfortunately it also meant a hit to his budget he'd be working off for a couple weeks, but to the canine it was worth it. Tempting as it was to continue shopping, Crisp stamped that urge down and started heading back for the subway. The trip hadn't taken anywhere near as long as he'd thought it might, so if he was lucky he'd be able to make the next train back so he could get started on his weekend.

As he was heading towards the station, he passed a group of apartments surrounding a small courtyard. He hadn't paid much attention to it before, being too focused on his destination, but now he looked in as he passed and stopped when he saw the tables set up in a U outside. The sign said it was a yard sale, but that wasn't what had gotten his attention. It was the distinctive box on the end of the center table. Sitting on top of it were a pair of trainers that looked brand new, of a classic design the dog had always admired. Despite his recent purchase, Crisp couldn't stop himself from walking into the courtyard to examine them.

They really were in amazing shape. It didn't even look like they'd ever been worn. They were even his size! But surely classics like these in such perfect condition would be... Crisp did a double take when he saw the price scrolled on the side of the box. He couldn't believe his eyes! There was no way somebody would accept such a low offer. Though to be fair, Crisp hadn't met many people that had the same appreciation for quality footwear that he did.

"Excuse me," he said to the female otter behind the table. "Is this price right?"

She nodded. "Sure is. I'm trying to raise some money to help out my brother, so he told me to sell some of his old things."

"Even these? They look brand new," said Crisp.

"They are." she shrugged and shook her head. "He's got an annoying habit of spending money on things he never seems to use. I'm not sure he ever even wore them."

"In that case, I'd like to buy them."

The otter smiled. "Great!" She pulled out her phone. "Will that be cash or transfer?"

Crisp pulled out his phone, wiring the otter girl the money for the trainers and slipping them back into their box, adding it to the bag from the store. They'd been too good a deal to pass up on, but the wusky left quickly before he could spot anything else to spend money on. His wallet could only take so much abuse in one day. Amazingly he managed to find a seat on the train, and kept the bag clutched tightly to his chest. He wasn't risking anything happening to his new treasures before he even got to wear them.

Once he was safely back in his apartment though, Crisp was quick to try them on, and they fit perfectly. He'd definitely be saving them for special occasions, but god damn did they look amazing on him. After wearing them around the apartment for a bit to break them in just a little, the wusky removed them and set them at the foot of his bed, heading off to finish the homework he had left and make some supper.

What the dog didn't realize was that there was much more to them than appearance would suggest. But that night, he'd learn that lesson first hand.

It wasn't long after the wusky had gone to bed that something strange happened. A weak glow began to shine from the foot of his bed, the trainers shaking slightly as a spectral form rose from them, floating in the air for a moment before lowering to the floor. A faint blow glow emitted for the translucent otter standing at the foot of Crisp's bed. He looked to be no older than his late twenties, a happy smile on his face. The otter raised his hands, examining them gleefully.

"It worked," he said to himself. "It really worked!"

The otter's gaze turned to the form of the sleeping dog before him, and an impish smile spread across his face.

"Time to have some fun."

The otter moved beside the bed and pulled the sheets off the wusky. It was more difficult to do than he had expected; making himself solid enough to interact with anything was proving to be a challenge, but so far he was getting by. Crisp was sprawled out on his back, sleeping so deeply he didn't even notice as his boxers started sliding down his legs, getting tossed aside to leave the dog just as naked as the otter. After all, what did a spirit need with clothes?

He moved up onto the bed, pushing the dog's legs apart a bit more so he could better reach his prize. The otter licked his lips at the sight of the younger male's cock; his physical self wasn't in a position to enjoy such things just then, but as a spirit he could enjoy the young man to his heart's content. Leaning in, he rested his hands against the wusky's thighs too softly for the dog to notice before starting to lick at Crisp's dick. The dog didn't stir from his slumber, but his penis certainly did, slowly rising to full erection under the feather-light touches of the otter's tongue.

"Not bad, kid," muttered the otter, licking his lips. "Let's get a proper taste of you."

He sank his mouth down the dog's cock, pressing his tongue as firmly against it as he could in his current state. Years of practice let him take the young man's dick down to the base, gulping and murring happily around it at the taste of his cock. The otter quickly started bobbing his head, his ghostly hands teasing the dog's furry balls. Crisp was starting to moan in his sleep as his pleasure built, legs twitching and toes curling while the otter's hungry mouth tried to swallow his penis whole.

The otter's tail was waving slowly over his ass, the lutrine's cock hanging hard beneath him as he continued working over the boy's dick. The dog tasted incredible, and the otter was eager for a proper finish. Reaching down between the male's legs, he teased at the wusky's pucker with one finger while the other pressed against his perineum, stimulating his prostate from the outside.

That last little push was more than enough to make the dog cum, the wusky moaning in his sleep when his body jerked, his cum vanishing down the spectral otter's throat. The feeling and flavor of another male in his mouth had him desperate for his own release, but in his current state he doubted he would be able to get what he wanted from the dog. Thinking about his options, the otter let Crisp's dick slip from his lips to slap wetly against the dog's thigh as he moved to the end of the bed and reached for the trainers. As his hand got closer, it seemed to grow more solid, confirming the otter's suspicions.

He leered at the otter once again, chuckling wickedly to himself as he slipped them onto Crisp, making sure they were securely tied and wouldn't be going anywhere. As soon as he did, he became much more solid, even sinking into the mattress some without having to focus on materializing. And if that was the case...

The otter moved up to straddle Crisp's chest, leering down at him as he rubbed his cock against the dog's face. Working a finger into the wusky's muzzle, he spread the young man's lips and lined himself up just as Crisp was starting to wake, thrusting his cock into the dog's mouth and moaning loudly. That sound was enough to finish waking the dog up, the canine yelping in surprise as his face was fucked by the mysterious man above him. When Crisp tried to push the otter off, his wrists were grabbed and pinned to the bed while the otter started working his hips, humping the handsome dog's muzzle.

"Hey there, handsome," said the otter. "Name's Jack. I'd ask yours but your mouth's a bit full right now. Oh fuck yeah, that's nice," he murred gagging the dog with his dick for a moment. "Don't bother trying to bite me, either. Wouldn't help you even if you could."

True to his word, though Crisp did try to bite the other man, his jaw wouldn't close. The best he could do was to push his tongue against the otter's dick, but that only made Jack moan more, happily humping the face of the struggling canine.

"Ugh, mmphf, oh yeah," moaned Jack. "It's been too long since I got to enjoy a sweet thing like you. That's it, suck my dick. Glad my anchor to the physical world was bought by such a sexy dog. Why don't you show me what a good boy you can be and swallow my load!"

Jack threw his head back and moaned loudly, his balls pulling up and flooding the dog's muzzle with his spunk. With the other male's cock shoved so far into his throat, Crisp had no choice but to drink it down, a pleasant warmth spreading in his belly despite the situation. It was hard to argue that the otter tasted pretty damn good, and the wusky couldn't remember the last guy he had been with that was so productive when he came. Pulling out of his mouth, Jack made sure the last few shots painted Crisp's face, marking him with his seed.

"Oh fuck that was good," sighed Jack, ignoring the struggling of the dog beneath him. In this form he was simply too strong for the canine to overcome. "Let's see if the other end is as nice."

Climbing off of him, Jack flipped Crisp over, forcing his head into the pillows and his ass into the air with a yank of the wusky's fluffy tail. His black fur gave way to white beneath his tail and between his legs, his pink pucker nearly hidden by the gorgeous fluffy fur. Crisp yelped when he felt Jack's cock against his entrance, trying to push himself up to no avail. The otter tightened his grip on the dog's head, using the pillows to muffle the way the young man groaned when he thrust his dick into the squirming dog.

Jack let out his own loud moan, not bothering with keeping himself quiet. Only the wusky would be able to see or hear him, so there was no point in trying to keep his own sounds of ecstasy concealed when he started giving the dog a proper fucking, his tongue quickly lolling out while he eagerly enjoyed his balls slapping against Crisp's every time he hilted his cock in the boy's ass. Letting go of his tail, Jack even reached around the wusky's hip to grab his penis, smiling as he found Crisp hard and dripping even before he started jerking the dog off.

"Looks like someone is enjoying himself more than he wants to admit," said Jack. "Good, good... oh fuck you've got a great ass! Squeeze down on me, just like that, good boy! I'm so happy you're the one that took my shoes. And thanks to this little spell of mine, we're bonded now."

He slammed his hips into Crisp, crying out as he came, filling the dog's ass and immediately starting again, eager to see how much the boy could take.

"Better start enjoying yourself, pal," said Jack, laughing when he tweaked the head of Crisp's cock and the dog came, whining as the otter continued to tease his sensitive dick, refusing to let the perfect pink penis out of his grasp. "We're going to be having a lot of fun from now on. You and I are going to get to know each other very well indeed."

He leaned down over Crisp's back and licked his ear, giggling merrily and adding one more whisper that made Crisp shiver in worry and anticipation.

"And if you think the things I'll do to you at home are wild, just wait until I get you in public."

The mental images the otters words brought to mind were too much for Crisp. He couldn't help himself.

He came again.

But that wouldn't be the last time that night. No, not even close. Jack had a lot of need pent up within him, and he wasn't letting the wusky sleep until he'd gotten exactly what he wanted.