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An alarm clock rang, nosily trilling away the sweet dreams that Duke was having. The lion's face crinkled up as the ringing noise filled the air, "mmm... damn it..." He muttered as he tried to smack at the noisy object, but it just barely eluded his swinging fist. "Just a little bit longer..." He growled once more taking a smack at the alarm clock but instead of hitting the little machine his arm smashed into the corner of the table causing him immense pain.

"Shit!" Duke screamed as he jumped out of bed only to land face first on the ground, "owwwww..." Duke moaned pitifully as he slowly climbed up from the floor, he rubbed his elbow wincing as his claws lightly scratched his skin. "Ouch." He muttered once more, finally smacking his hand on top of the alarm clock, silencing it for another day.

Rubbing his eyes now, Duke scratched his crotch. "It's way too early for the alarm to be ringing..." He muttered, still irritated about being woken. As the lion stretched and looked at his alarm, he had a sudden horrifying realization. "Oh fuck, it's eleven!" Seeing as he was supposed to be at work at nine, the lion was in deep shit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Duke started for the door but then realized that he had no clothes on, "Well... that could've been bad..."

Duke rushed back into his closet and ripped out some clothes and threw them on his bed before starting to get dressed; he slipped on a polo shirt, quickly followed by a pair of underwear, though he almost tripped as he pulled them on. Finally pulling on his pants followed by his shoes, Duke sprinted down the stairs before running towards his workplace.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sidewalk was crowded with tourists, such was the life of living in a tourist heavy city. The sun was beaming down as Duke pushed past the cheerful people. "P... com... please move, move now!" People were shocked by the rowdy lion pushing through their midst, Duke was shot with more than one dirty look as he shoved the tourists aside.

"Jerk... mean... asshole..." Duke felt slightly guilty as people shouted names at him, but he didn't have time to apologize. He could see his work place in the distance, sadly for him a woman got in his way.

Duke was unable to stop as a weasel woman pleasantly waved to a shopkeeper, "Thank you so much for these frui..." But she didn't get to finish her sentence as a hasty lion ran into her sending her flying into the very cart of fruit that she had just been a moment ago. There was a moment of silence as all of the people nearby stopped talking to look at the mess that had been made; the fruit cart was splattered with the guts of destroyed produce. Slowly the weasel woman stood up, her red dress dripping with the juices of a plethora of fruit.

Duke coughed as he stood up, his knees and arms were killing him after the painful fall. "Why is it that today I have to fall every five minutes?" He asked, his face the very essence of misery.

The shop keeper was aghast at the sight of the drenched woman, "Are you alright mam?"

But the woman said nothing as she took stock of her clothes, the she glanced at the bag that she carried on one arm and saw that a box that she had been carrying was crushed. "N... no... no no no!" She screamed in anger as she opened the box to reveal that the shoes were not only drenched, but one of them had been crushed by her body. The weasel shot an angry look like no other at Duke, "Do you know what you've done?!"

Duke brushed himself off as he stood up, "Well for one, I ripped up my pants..." He looked in irritation at the woman, "You know, if you hadn't gotten in my way. This wouldn't of ever happened... Idiotic tourists..."

Her tail becoming rigid with anger, the weasel dropped her bags and out of nowhere, pulled a bright red witches hat. "How dare you call me an idiot!" Her body started to glow with a bright red aura, "I shall give you a reason to beware witches!" She looked at her pair of destroyed shoes, "Seeing as you destroyed some footware of mine..." She pointed to his feet and shot off a ball of red magic, "You shall have cursed feet!"

Nobody spoke as everyone looked at Duke's feet blankly, Duke looked up at her skeptically. "Is that all?"

The woman chuckled, "Don't you worry my dear lion. It's quite a dastardly spell if I do say myself."

Duke's face went deadpan, "Di... did you say dastardly?"

The woman laughed, her chest puffed out in pride. "Yes!" She held that position until she realized people around her snickering, "I... isn't that the way people speak these days?"

Everybody in the crowd shook their head in unison, Duke started to make a retort but he glanced at his watch. "Oh shit! Now I'm even later, craaaaap!" Everyone turned their head to follow the lion all the way to his work building.

When they looked back at the weasel, all they saw was her destroyed box of converse sneakers lying on the ground, soggy and forgotten.

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Duke collapsed onto his bed, a long long day finally behind him. His boss had chewed him out for an hour, screaming at him to be on time. After he walked out, his co-workers had either snickered at him or had given him sympathetic glimpses.

His boss had piled on load after load of paperwork just to make up for the two hours that Duke had missed, so by the time he had gotten out of work. He had done triple the amount of work that he would normally do, "Asshole..." Duke muttered as he had his head buried in the sheets of the bed.

Duke laid on his front for ten minutes, letting the quiet of the room relax him. Duke realized that he was still dressed in his clothes, he took a quick whiff of himself and wrinkled his nose. "Urch, after that run this morning I smell like I ran through a pig farm..." Seeing as Duke had indeed run through a pig farm, it really wasn't too far off from the truth.

The lion climbed up and started to undress, pulling off his shirt quickly followed by his pants. As the smelly clothes came off, Duke flung the clothes as far as he could. He then came to his shoes, untying them he remembered the woman from earlier. The magic had looked real enough, but the 'curse' was all bullshit. Nothing had happened through the whole day to his feet... besides dropping a rather heavy plate of food onto it.

The lion sighed as he pulled his shoe off, Duke stretched his toes letting them pop. "Ah... it's like a chorus of smelly angels are singing... angels attached to my foot..." As the lion started to pull his other shoe off, he didn't notice that his pants had started to awkwardly tent.

Duke kicked off his other shoe and lounged back as his feet popped from being released from the shoe, at this time did he realize that awkward situation that he was in. He looked down at his pants noticing the sizable bulge, "Well... this is a rather awkward time for you to come out, isn't it my little friend..."

Even at the odd timing, Duke figured that nothing was wrong. So he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, he looked at his masculine tool. "Hehe, I guess I got a little excited after a long day of work..." He reached towards his cock, about to start stroking it until his hand slipped right around the protruding tool. Duke froze as his hand slid around the tool as if he had applied lube, "Weird..."

He once against tried to stroke himself but it was no use, it was as if a barrier had been put around his penis. "What the fuck?" As Duke grew irritated, his ears flicking, his eyes fell upon his feet again. As he did so, his erection only grew harder. "Ooohhh.." He moaned in irritation as his tip grew tighter as if it were being pinched off by an outside force, "What the fuck is going on?!"

Duke didn't seem to get the connection of his feet and cock until he found himself starting to lust over his own feet, "Oh my god... that witch..." The lions cock only grew harder as he started to reach for his feet, "M... maybe just a little stroke of these babies..." But as his paws wrapped around his feet, once more they slid right off.

Duke was shocked into silence even as his erection throbbed with need, "Y... you have to be kidding me... right?"

But it was no use, attempt after attempt he wasn't able to touch either his cock or his feet. He grew so desperate that soon he tried to suck himself off, but even under the most extreme method of shoving his muzzle over his cock. The magical barrier surrounding his tool held it off.

Duke practically cried as his cock grew immensely stiff, "This is so messed up!"

Duke's legs sank over the edge of his bed as he flopped back, as soon as the two pieces of his affection disappeared so too did his erection. The lion let out a grunt of relief as he realized that the straining of his cock was gone, "Thank the lord..." He muttered, quickly grabbing a pair of socks out of his dresser. After multiple attempts of getting the pieces of cloth over his feet, Duke finally succeeded in getting the socks on and sank into a deep sleep.

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Walking down the street wearing a pair of heavy boots over his feet, Duke walked towards his workplace with an air of happiness around him. "Well now that I've gotten this... problem, under control. I can go to work knowing that today will be a good day."

Walking past the stall from the previous day, Duke didn't notice an angry face hovering around the corner of the cart. "So... think you've figured it out have you... well lion, I'll fix that right up." As Duke walked away, a new spell was cast on him. And as he sat down at his desk, he briefly looked down at his hidden feet and was horrified as a new erection started to grow in his pants. "N... noooo!"