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Dancing Boner

Crisp sighed as he stepped through the door to the inn, shaking his head as the thick wooden door closed behind him. The clacking sound it made as it tapped against the doorframe reminded him of his money situation, and why he'd even bothered coming to this inn in the first place; the hotels, and even the motels elsewhere in town were too expensive, requiring the wolf to look elsewhere for cheaper lodging.

He just hoped that this place would be affordable, but he was starting to doubt it. The walls weren't painted, and one could see the gaps between the stones that made them up. The main room wasn't a lobby, but rather a common room, almost like the person that owned this place was trying to recreate the old feeling of taverns and inns from medieval times or fantasy. There were even a few serving ladies walking around, taking food to other visitors that sat at different tables around the main room.

"If they're trying to run a themed place, this might be even more expensive than the hotel," Crisp muttered under his breath, shaking his head in frustration.

Still, it was better to at least ask than walk out and maybe miss out on a place that he could afford.

Walking past the door with his belongings slung in a sack over his shoulder, the wolf approached the front desk. A shorter anthro, a rat by the look of him, looked up from a book at his approach. The smile on the rodent's face was surprisingly welcoming, and Crisp couldn't stop a little smile from growing. Maybe he'd have a little better luck than he hoped for.

"Hey," Crisp said, putting his bag on the ground. "I was hoping you might have a room for cheap? I can't find anywhere else that I can really afford."

"Well, we have some decent rooms for cheap..." The rat looked down at his book, dragging a clawed finger along various entries. "Our cheapest is about $50 for the night."

Crisp's heart sank at that; the motel had been about $40, and he barely had $30. The train ticket that he needed to get home tomorrow cost another ten, and he still needed to buy that; he was hoping that a place like this would have their prices a little lower. "Is there any way that I can stay here for $20? Something I can do to work off some of the debt?"

He got nervous as the rat stopped writing, almost frozen in place, and the way that the rodent slowly lifted his head to meet the wolf's eyes made him shudder a bit in place. Had he asked something that was rude? He hadn't thought so, but maybe the people here didn't like it when visitors suggested paying less money and working instead.

The stare continued for about half a minute before the rat smiled. "I think we can work something out here," he said. "Are you willing to help out with some of the entertainment on stage later?"

"What kind of entertainment?"

"A little dancing, a little singing; can you tap dance?"

"A little, yeah," Crisp said. It had been a long time ago, and he didn't know how much of it he remembered, but it shouldn't be that hard; something like that stuck with one's muscles, if nothing else.

The rat's smile got a bit bigger at that, and he nodded. "Alright, then." Reaching beneath the desk, he pulled out an old style metal key. "You take this, go to the room with a big wooden 7 on it. That's your room for the night. Get a little rest; I'll be sending someone to give you your shoes and your outfit for the performance tonight a little after sundown."

Relief, almost palpable, rushed through the wolf as he took the key. "Thank you, thank you," Crisp said. He pulled out a twenty from his wallet, laying it down on the desk. "There's the rest of it; thank you, SO much."

"Heh, no problem," the rat said, waving him off.

Crisp rushed off, almost jogging as he made his way around the back of the common room to the hallway on the far side. Only pausing to look at the stage for a second, the wolf hurried off down the hall. "1...3...5...ah, here we go," he said as he found the door the rat had mentioned. The key slid into the keyhole without the slightest resistance, and the door unlocked smoothly. He pulled it open, stepping through and shutting the door behind him with a sigh of happiness.

The room wasn't anything special, but he hadn't expected it to be. There was a single bed that was large enough for him, maybe for someone else half his size as well, and it had a chest at the foot of it for his stuff. There was a small night stand next to it, as well, with a candle rather than a lamp or anything of the sort. For that matter, there were no electronic devices in the place; probably another attempt to keep the place looking authentic, the wolf supposed.

Shaking his head, he kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt. He placed them both in the chest, and then shoved his sack of belongings into it as well, making sure that he was careful not to break any of his souvenirs before closing the lid on top of them. After a moment of thought, Crisp walked over to the door and slid the lock back into position. Better to have the guy knock when he came in later, rather than have him just walk in, particularly since the wolf preferred to nap in his underwear.

With the door locked, he felt no guilt in stripping down to his briefs and falling onto the mattress. It was soft and just giving enough under his back to make him comfortable, and the wolf let out another sigh of relief. "Just a little nap," he muttered under his breath as he closed his eyes.

#

A strange feeling around his feet woke the wolf up. It almost felt like a warm tingle, rubbing along his soles and his heels, and Crisp groaned as he pulled himself up a bit. He reached down, hoping to rub away the weird, almost tickling feeling...and found himself rubbing against a pair of shoes.

And they weren't his shoes.

The wolf shot upright, his eyes opening wide as he looked down at his feet. Rather than the usual red and white sneakers he wore, he saw a pair of green shoes creeping their way up his shoes. They moved without anyone there, actually creeping their way up his feet. They wiggled and forced their way down, almost pulling their way onto his feet. The neck, where his feet slid in, was almost up to his ankles already, and the shoes seemed determined to wiggle the rest of the way up his feet.

Weirdest of all, the shoes laces were undone, the tips of them pressing against his briefs. From the point where they touched his underwear, a green color was spreading, almost like some kind of paint. It turned his white briefs into something that was closer to the color of his shoes, darkening them and making them...tighter. Clinging to his hips and his butt, and his cock.

For that matter, it was very tight around his cock, almost as though it was squeezing him. He stared at it for a second before reaching down to the green shoes, trying to pull them off.

Even as he reached for them, however, the shoe laces pulled away from his briefs. They grabbed hold of his arms by his wrists, pinning them in mid-reach with surprising strength. He squirmed against their grip, but was forced to watch as the shoes squirmed the rest of the way onto him, forcing themselves onto his feet. They tightened around his feet until they were almost completely fitted to them, like they were custom made. The necks tightened around his ankles, and it verged on uncomfortable how tight they got.

A pair of socks emerged from the shoes, crawling up his legs almost like a tide crept up a beach, sliding up his calves and around his knees before stopping. Green and white stripes decorated it, looking...surprisingly festive, in a way.

The shoelaces let go of his arms as the shoes were locked onto his feet. He had no chance to try and reach for them, though; the second the laces let go, they tied themselves, and the shoes started to tug his legs along for a ride. They yanked him out of bed, and the wolf, dressed only in his underwear, found his feet tap-tap-tap dancing along out of the room, down the hall, and into the common room.

Crisp was helpless, even as he flailed in an attempt to stop. They tugged him past the hallway, and into the room, and as the tap dancing got more forceful, he realized that he was in full view of everyone in the common room...and there were a lot more people there than there had been that afternoon.

He blushed as it tugged him past tables filled with people, at least half a dozen males at each of the different tables scattered around the common room. There had to be thirty at least, if not more; he blushed as some of them gave him looks up and down, most of them sporting some sort of smirk or pursed lips from trying to hold in laughter.

The shoes tugged him onto the stage before they finally stopped, letting him catch his breath. Crisp panted softly, leaning forward and pressing his hands against his knees as he sucked in air, looking around, trying to see what was going on.

"Gentlemen, I present to you tonight's entertainment."

Crisp looked up at the sound of the rat's voice, seeing the innkeeper standing in the middle of the common room. Unlike the normal clothes that he had been wearing earlier in the day, now the rat wore green clothes, the same shade of green as the shoes the wolf was forced to wear.

He continued, a grin on his face. "A volunteer for some entertainment tonight, this wolf has 'agreed' to wear the Green Shoes; let's hear it for our dancer tonight!"

As the people started to clap, the shoes started to dance again. They flung his legs up and brought them down with a solid rap on the wooden stage, dragging him from one side of it to another. His legs burned as they were pulled through fast, forceful movements, the muscles not used to this level of exertion, but forced through it by the shoes that he wore. The wolf gasped and panted, unable to summon up any breath to shout for them to stop.

The claps were like a metronome, beating out the beat and tempo of the dance, and the shoes moved along with the rapidly. And the longer that the clapping went on, the more that Crisp noticed that the tightness of his briefs were leading to something far more embarrassing.

They squeezed tight around his cock as he danced from one side of the stage to another, the tight green briefs enhancing his bulge more than normal, and making him rub up against his underwear with every move he made. It was an instinctual reaction to stimulation, as his cock started to grow, but it was something that the audience took to mean something else entirely.

It didn't take them long to see his growing bulge as he danced along from one part of the stage to another, his growing boner bouncing in his briefs as much as his feet bounced on the stage, and the laughter began.

"Oh god, look at the little pervert, he's getting a boner!"

"Oh, I've heard of these people; exhibitionists, I think. I thought they screened those guys out."

"Heh, not this time. Look at the little freak, getting hard from dancing. What a loser!"

Crisp's face got steadily redder at the comments, and the dancing shoes prevented him from having the air to actually protest against the shouts. But...

His boner was getting bigger. He could feel it pressing more and more against his briefs, somehow getting harder from the laughter around him. Shuddering, the wolf tried to reach down and cover himself, but...but his arms wouldn't move. They only danced along with his legs, forced along with the shoes making him dance.

"God, he's getting even harder! What a faggoty little freak."

"Heh, you're looking at him, man; what's that make you?"

"Normal; who wouldn't stare at the pathetic little freak?"

"Freak!"

"Show-off slut!"

The shouts only got worse as he continued to dance around, and Crisp panted for breath as the dance got faster as the people clapped faster. His feet were on fire and his legs burned as he was pulled from one side of the stage to another.

And through it all, his cock throbbed harder and harder in his green briefs. A wet spot was forming at the very tip of his bulge, and it made the already brilliant green a little darker at that point. So visible...so very obvious to everyone out in the audience. He was forced forward, tap dancing to the center stage, his hips thrusting forward and dragging his cock against the front of his briefs, and of course, the audience laughed even more, some people almost falling out of their chairs as they pointed and laughed at him.

"Good fucking god, look at this pervert; he's getting even harder from humiliating himself."

"He's gonna cum if we keep laughing, I bet you anything!"

"Dancing whore!"

"Freaky little faggot!"

Whimpering, the wolf wanted nothing else but to run...but it wasn't because of the words hurting, but because of how hard they were making him. He was inches away from cumming, and he didn't...didn't want to cum in front of the audience.

But he might not have a choice. His boner throbbed so hard in his briefs, and he could feel the pre running down both the inside and outside of the green clothes. His feet were so hot from the fast dancing, with the impacts of the shoes on the stage. It was so hot, he was so sweaty...so hard...so very very hard.

Some higher kicks before bringing the shoes down again brought his bulge against his thighs, and he moaned loud at the extra stimulation. He was...he was gonna...

"Show-off; get off the stage, you pathetic boner boy!"

"Look at the pathetic loser, hard as hell."

"Ooooh, he's gonna -"

That was it. That was just it. Too much, too much. Crisp thrust his hips forward again, and he came. The load of cum spurted through the front of his briefs, darkening the green clothes with his load. He moaned loudly as the shoes finally let him stop, collapsing onto his knees. His hands, only partially helped by the control of the shoes, grabbed hold of his bulge, rapidly stroking it in front of the entire common room, milking his orgasm out longer and longer, making it that much more pleasurable...and that much messier.

He slumped over onto his side as his orgasm subsided, his mind falling back into darkness. The last thing he thought was just how sticky his hands were, and how red and hot his face was .

#

The next morning, he woke up in his bed. Everything seemed normal; he checked, and his underwear was back to normal, and he was barefoot. There were no sign of the green shoes, no sign of anything that would have been evidence of what had happened last night.

Until he opened the chest.

His shoes were gone, and the green shoes were there in their place. Crisp's eyes went wide, particularly as he looked at the note that was left on top of his sack of belongings.

"Sorry, but last night's performance wasn't quite enough to justify your discount. One more performance, and then you can go. Innkeep."

The wolf stared at the note for a second, shaking his head...until he felt the shoelaces latch around his wrists.

"Oh crap."

The End