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Wusky Wanders to Wonder

For FriskeCrisps

By Draconicon

Crisp was never entirely keen on spring cleaning, but he knew that if he didn't take care of it while Drac was doing...whatever it was the dragon did out of the apartment, it wasn't going to get done. While it wasn't like the apartment was a sty, it was getting to the point of being well and truly over-cluttered, and he knew that his roommate would just keep letting it get worse. Something needed to be done before they were swimming through clutter just to get from one end of their home to another.

So far, the wusky had managed to get rid of a full three garbage bags of things that neither of them had touched for nearly half a year. Much as he wanted to blame the whole thing on the dragon, he knew that he had some fault with that. Knick-knacks that he never put away, old delivery boxes that never went down to the recycling; it all piled up over time, and when you got around to getting rid of it, it always opened up more than one thought.

He had just finished up with his closet and was moving on to the closet in the hallway when he noticed something sticking out from around the various black robes Drac kept hanging there. He pushed the robes out of the way, kneeling down past the black silk and silver stitching, and cocked his head to the side.

"The heck..."

Shaking his head, the wusky pulled the odd box free, dragging it into the light. It looked like a shoe-box, which was in and of itself rather strange. Drac didn't keep shoes - the dragon barely consented to wear flip-flops when he couldn't be bothered to zonk someone into letting him stay barefoot - and the idea that there was a pair of shoes in the house that he hadn't known about intrigued him. Usually, he was completely on top of that count. Embarrassingly on top of it, if the truth be known.

"Huh...what'd you hide back there, Drac?" Crisp muttered, walking back to the living room and sitting down. "Heh, don't tell me that you're getting into it yourself..."

Popping the lid on the box, he looked inside, only to find something that he'd never quite imagined. The shoes were huge, of course - certainly more suited to dragon feet, massive and wide as they were - but they were colored for Halloween, with black treads and orange sides, with a giant green 'tongue' that would cover the paw or foot shoved inside. The laces were covered in pumpkins, and the aglets were as black as the deepest pit of hell.

They were huge.

They were silly.

And they actually appealed to some stupid part of him way in the back of his mind, though he knew that there was no way that he would be able to wear these without shoving socks down the inside to pad it out. They were just too big.

"Why the hell did you have this, though?" he muttered. "I mean, seriously, why -"

He touched the green tongue on one shoe and it leaped out of the box. The other followed as Crisp yelped and tossed the box over his head, but the shoes were already on the ground by his feet.

"Oh shit."

He didn't even get the chance to get up before the shoes were all but attacking him, the laces extending and wrapping around his ankles. They were strong, too, but not that much stronger than the last cursed pair of shoes that had attacked him. Probably wanted the same thing, too.

I'm starting to get way too used to this...

As he struggled with his legs getting lifted up, the aglets started glowing. The wusky groaned.

"That's never a good sign..."

They were already jamming his socked toes past the entrance of the shoes, wiggling up the sides of his feet. Even as they started sliding forward, he could tell something wasn't right. It was supposed to be as spacious as possible inside the shoes, but they were almost...tight. He groaned.

"Drac, I swear, if this is some sort of foot-growth curse, you owe me a whole new set of shoes sized for my new feet..."

There was no answer, not that he expected one. The shoes continued sliding up and over his feet, swallowing his toes and moving down to his heel in short order. His socks definitely felt tighter, and he blushed as he covered his groin, feeling a boner already coming up as this sort of 'attack' always brought with it. He bit his lips, trying not to panic as he felt the shoes all but 'eating' his feet, pulling them further and further into the shoes. No point in fighting it now, he knew; best to just wait and hope that he could wiggle free at the end.

Finally, they popped his heels in, one by one, and he felt the power of the curse spreading up his legs. The aglets wrapped around his ankles like binding ropes, keeping him from running off, and he groaned as he felt the usual tightness against his ankles as they pulled his socks in all the tighter.

However, when he expected them to make him start dancing, as they so often did, something else happened. Something...intense.

The aglets shimmered once more, and all around him rose different green shapes, ghostly, spiritual shapes that were slowly getting more and more solid. His eyes went wide as the closest one finally took on the shape of a five-fingered, gloved hand, and it reached down -

"Mmmph!"

He tried to cover his groin, but the ghost hand just passed right through his fingers, going right for his bulge. He bit his lips, huffing and blushing as the ghostly fingers worked his shaft through his pants, teasing his boner harder and harder.

"L-let go."

The ghosts didn't answer, and neither did the shoes. They were completely focused on this.

More and more of the ghost hands started appearing, moving in from all corners of the room, and when they reached him, they started...fondling him, rubbing him, squeezing him. They passed through his clothes as if they were nothing, and no matter what they were doing, he couldn't touch them with his hands. His fingers just passed right through them as if they didn't exist.

But when they touched him, oh, he felt it. He gasped as one hand cupped his balls through his shorts, pulling at them slightly, while another gloved hand worked the outside of his shorts, rubbing his boner, keeping it good and hard. Others were grabbing his ass, spreading the cheeks slightly, while still others were rubbing his chest, groping him.

"Nnnngh! Not even the people watching me dance do this much..."

Crisp's cheeks were all but on fire as he was molested by the ghost hands. He tried to get off the couch, and they let him, but before he could go far, he was getting squeezed, teased. One set of gloves went right for his hands, sliding down his fingers and -

"Eeep!"

And just like that, he was strung up by his own wrists, his hands moving according to the desires of the gloves, and nothing more. His cheeks burned all the hotter as the ghost hands had free reign along his body, stroking along his sides, almost tickling his armpits at times, while others were keeping him good and hard.

And all the while, he looked down to see the goofiest, stupidest shoes on his feet that he had ever seen in his life. There were no voices to tease him this time, but his own imagination filled in the gap, casting various voices to tease him in the back of his head.

_Boner boi's got a new pair of shoes.

Look at that pervert. Getting off on his own shoes.

Look, he's flashing a boner._

He's almost popping out of his pants.

You know what they say. Big feet, big shoes, big boner.

Crisp's cheeks burned as some of the hands stroked his face, petting him, rubbing his head and scratching gently under his chin. He whimpered, knowing how close he was already. His hips were bucking, some tickling teases of gloved fingers rubbing against his pucker following up. His eyes were rolling back in their sockets, his toes curling inside of his shoes as he felt that first orgasm right on the verge -

And then the hands stopped.

"Nnngh! Mmmph!"

He huffed, shaking his head with an unwilling whimper. He would have stomped his feet if he had control of his own legs, but the shoes still kept that from him. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't -

Click.

Thunk.

He whipped his head to the right, looking at the open front door. Drac had just come home, and the seven-foot-tall dragon stood like a dark, white-eyed silhouette in the doorway. Crisp's cheeks burned bright as he tried and failed to gesture at himself.

"It - it isn't what it looks like."

"Well, what it looks like is that you found your Halloween treat early, put them on, and found out that the spell wasn't finished yet."

"..."

"So, looks like you're in a bit of a bind," the dragon said, shaking his head. "You know, if you'd just waited a bit longer, I could have taken care of that, buuuuuuut...'

"D-Drac, you're not...you're going to -"

"I think you can stand to leave those on until after Halloween. Seems a shame to send the ghosts back early."

"B-b-but Halloween's not until next week!"

"Mm-hmm. Well, that's what you get for nosing around without asking." Drac shook his head, shutting the door as he walked down the hall to the kitchen. "I'll fix the movement thing, though; you'll want that, eventually. So, you good with fried noodles for dinner?"

"Drac - MMMPH!"

The hands were back to work, and they showed no sign of stopping. It was October 23rd; he still had a week and a day until Halloween. How was this fair?!

The End

Summary: Crisp makes the mistake of looking in a dragon's closet for things to throw out, and does the thing that he always does.

Tags: M/solo, Ghost Hands, Shoes, Shoe Fetish, Teasing, Groping, Fondling, Ghosts, Enchantment, Teasing, Edging,