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They seemed to almost glisten in the shimmering rays of the afternoon sun. The way the thick white laces had been tucked against the smooth black canvas had Alex slipping into a daydream that he didn't want to wake from. He knew it was strange to lust after a pair of shoes so intensely, but they called to him and even as his green scaled hands left the storefront's glass he knew he would have those shoes. The store they sat in was on the dragon's route to work and every day he had to leave them behind as he made his way through the sun-lit streets of his neighbourhood; soon though, soon he'd have enough money to buy them.

"What do you mean I'm fired?" the dragon half-roared. He stood in the dank backroom of the grocery store he had spent the summer working in. He had tuition to save towards and the thought of losing his job with still a month of summer to go had the dragon trembling with anger; he would never be able to afford his shoes if he wasn't working!

"Sorry, kid. You were late for the third time this week. We're a business, not a charity" replied the gruff bull sitting across from the young dragon. The dragon only blushed at the man's reply, knowing it was true. He had gotten carried away at the shoe store that day, and, well Monday... and Wednesday... but this was clearly an over-reaction on the part of the manager!

"Mr. Stevens, I really need this job. Look, gimmie one more chance. Please!" begged the dragon. The bull seemed unperturbed by the twenty-something year old's pleas, looking up from his paperwork to gesture towards a list stapled to the cork board beside his desk.

"See that, Alex?"

The dragon looked closely at the paper.

"It's a list of names" he replied bluntly, careful to hide the anger he could feel bubbling up inside him. If he lost his temper now he'd never convince the bull to keep him on the payroll!

"That's a list of people who've dropped off resumes in case any positions open up. I guarantee you that they really need a job too; nobody works in a grocery store because they really want to" explained the bull. "I like you well enough, but if you don't show up on time I'll find someone who will."

Alex would have bit his lip if he had lips, but instead just sat there quietly as the bull continued.

"You'll get your pay for the hours you've worked this week, but that's it" finished the bull. "Now, you can work your shift today if yo--" Alex could barely keep himself from shouting as he cut the bull off.

"I'd rather go work on my resume, sir"

"Good luck, Alex."

The dragon didn't reply as he got to his feet and slipped from the room almost sheepishly. He hadn't liked this job, it was menial and tedious, but losing it meant he'd have to dig into his savings to make tuition next month and that meant he'd never be able to afford the shoes. The old red canvas converse sneakers the dragon wore scuffed across the pale tiled linoleum of the grocery store's floor as he made his way out the front door and into the humid summer afternoon beyond it.

"This is shit..." he muttered under his breath, eyes on his dirt and dust stained shoes. He knew ever contour of the comfortable sneakers, where the laces were frayed and how far he could curl his toes against the worn-out padded insole before his nails would begin to dig into the fabric; he knew everything about these shoes, but he didn't want something familiar, he wanted something new.

Without realizing it the dragon made his way to the comfort of the shoe store. The sneakers were still there, as were the dragon's finger prints from earlier. Alex let out a soft sigh as he looked at them. They had been moved from earlier, however. The tongues had been pulled out as though someone had been wearing them, and while the owner had tried to put them back in the same position the dragon had memorized almost every detail of the coveted footwear. A thought struck the boy just then and he couldn't help but blush as he considered it. A grin slipping across his snout, Alex moved to step into the store and was greeted by the uniquely musty scent of leather and rubber that seemed to fill shoe stores. The soft chime of a bell atop the door brought a smiling sales clerk towards the boy almost immediately.

"Good afternoon! May I help you with something?"

The dragon simply nodded before gathering himself and gesturing towards the window, "Ah. Yeah. The shoes in the windows, the sneakers... may I try them on?" The clerk didn't miss a beat, nodding in return as he moved towards the sneakers. The man was several years older than Alex, perhaps twenty eight or twenty nine, and the dragon had to suppress a smile at the sneakers the puma wore. They looked new, though not as new as the pair in the window, the sky blue canvas bulging slightly with the feline's feet; they were too small for him by half a size perhaps. Alex couldn't help but wonder if they still had that 'new shoe' smell.

"These ones?" The feline asked as he pulled the black Converse from the window display and held them out for the dragon.

"Yeah. They look okay." He lied as his heart pounded in his chest. Why hadn't he done this sooner? "How much are they?"

"Sixty. It comes with--" for the second time that day Alex found himself cutting someone off.

"That's fine, lets see if they fit" he interjected with a smile he hoped didn't show the nervousness he felt as he held the shoes. They were firm still, barely worn save perhaps by those who had tried them on briefly. As he pulled his own shoes off, the puma hovered about.

"Replacing the old ones, eh?" The sales clerk gestured towards the discarded red high-tops the dragon had just removed. Alex nodded quickly, his answer blunt as his mind focused on the shoes in his hands even as took a seat on one of the half dozen benches in the store. Making a show of checking out the insoles, and the state of the outer sole, the dragon drew in a deep breath. The shoes still smelled strongly of canvas with a fine hint of rubber underneath it, untainted by the scents such shoes pick up in the travels through the world. The small plastic covers on the tips of the laces clicked against his scales as he turned and twisted the shoes as though inspecting them from all angles.

When he finally slipped one of the shoes onto his green feet, the dragon couldn't help but breathe out. They were a little tight in the heel but the white-capped toes of the shoe were spacious enough to let him spread his toes enough to be comfortable. He knew from experience the material of the shoes would soften and stretch with time but for now he simply enjoyed the familiar embrace of canvas on scales.

"They fit?" the puma asked curiously.

"Yeah, they fit really well" Alex answered, though he didn't look up from his feet. The boy almost rushed to get the second shoe on, smiling as it fit just as well. Already the anger he had felt earlier was gone, replaced with a strange calm as he flexed his feet in the shoes. A thought struck the dragon just then. As he stared at the shoes, it filled his head with such force that despite knowing it was wrong, the dragon couldn't help but comply.

"Have you got them in red?" Alex asked. The puma stood silently, rubbing behind one of his own ears as he looked from the shoes to the dragon.

"10 ½, yeah?" the puma clarified. Once again, Alex simply nodded. "I think so. Hold on while I check in the back." The puma moved without another word, heading for a thin fabric barrier that no doubt led into the storeroom for the shop. Alex paid him no mind however, waiting for the sound of the puma's footsteps to move out of earshot. When he was sure the feline could no longer see him, he moved.

It didn't feel like it normally did as he ran. The dragon felt disconnected from himself, but still fully aware of what he was doing. The bell chimed behind him and the sun beat down on the dragon's soldiers as he bolted down the street. The shoes, however, were still on his feet.

The night sky loomed through Alex's window as he lay in bed that night. The shoes sat on a chair nearby and no matter how hard he tried to fall asleep, guilt gnawed at the dragon's gut. The shadows which danced on his walls were almost accusatory and each one knew what he had done. A thin sheen of sweat was the only thing the boy wore but still he felt hot, frustrated, targeted.

"I'm naked" thought the dragon. He was back in the shoe store, the musty air still rife with the scent of rubber and leather. The sky was black outside the window and only the soft hint of starlight above the swirling clouds gave any indication that there was a sky there at all! The store was empty, the lights turned off and the building silent. "How did I get back here?" Alex muttered aloud, turning to face the backroom the Puma had vanished into earlier that day. He moved as though he were afloat, even the feeling of his feet against the floor completely absent from the boy's mind.

_ The shoes sat on their shelves almost ominously, as though they had been waiting for the shoplifter who had stolen their comrade to return; the dragon had done just that. When his arms moved-- as though possessing a mind of their own-- to rub over the soft leather of a pair of sporty running shoes, however, the dragon was surprised to feel the laces of the shoes slide over his wrist. They curled slightly of their own accord, holding the boy in a momentary embrace before he moved his arm from their reach. Still he continued to move towards the back room, unaware why he was doing so, but his body insisted he see what was back there._

_ The thin fabric partition moved easily as he swept it aside and a new smell assaulted him. Gone were the familiar, and almost comfortable, smells of the shoe store. They had been replaced by the dense smell of old books and candle wax. The room was small, perhaps the size of a modest washroom but the shelves which lined the walls made it seem all the smaller. Books had been crammed into almost every inch of the small room. Candlelight flickered across the tomes, ancient script emblazoned into the equally ancient leather bindings._

_ "What the..." the dragon stared at the scene with a calm that was betrayed by the simple confusion the boy's words expressed. A loud sound in the main showroom snapped the dragon's attention away from the scene before him..._

_ _ Alex jolted in his bed with a start, half-sitting up as his eyelids refused to budge. The final vaporous images of the dream drifted through the dragon's mind as he adjusted his position and slipped back into slumber.

The shoes surrounded the boy. They hopped around the floor of their own accord, uncaring of the dragon's distress as he tried frantically to avoid stepping on any of the mischievous pairs of footwear. His cock was half-hard as he bounced and hopped around a flapping pair of white and blue sneakers which were circling his feet. When Alex made to step over them the sneaker's shoelaces shot out like arms, grabbing his feet and pulling themselves onto him. Immediately the dragon's body jolted upright, his muzzle opening in a silent cry. He could hear the shoes' voice in his head.

_ "THIEF. BAD BOY. BRING BACK OUR BROTHER." The voice exploded in the dragon's skull causing him to cry out once again. He wanted to tear the shoes off but he couldn't move his arms! Rather than remove the shoes, the boy's hands curled around his own stiffening cock and began to stroke it firmly, almost violently._

_ "No! Please! I--" the dragon continued to masturbate lewdly as the shoes around him hopped and slapped their rubber soles against the shelves and floor upon which they sat; it was an entire audience of clapping shoes, all of them watching the boy with unseen eyes. The blue sneakers did not release their grip on the boy's feet and as quickly as it had started the boy's paw fell away from his now aching dick._

_ "BRING THEM BACK" shouted the voice in his head once again. The dragon was powerless to do anything save be used as a puppet by the angry sneakers. Smaller voices had begun to creep into the periphery of the boy's attention now, catcalls and demands similar to the booming voice had made; the other shoes were chiming in. Thrusting his hips forward the dragon's face erupted in a bright blush as he found himself beginning to dance. Short, jerky, awkward movements sent the boy moving across the tiled floor of the shoe store. Bending over at one point and slapping his own bare ass, the dragon let out another short yelp of dismay at his situation; still, his cock grew harder._

_ "FILTHY THIEF. BAD BOY. DESPICABLE DRAGON. RETURN!" the voice had begun to drown out his thoughts and with each passing second the dreaming dragon found himself beginning to enjoy his predicament more and more. Suddenly, the shoes came off. As the dragon kicked upwards, the sneakers flew from his feet and landed with rattling thud in the corner. With one half of the pair removed, the other came off easily. Gasping for breath after the impromptu dance recital, the dragon turned only to find another pair of shoes break off from the clamorous crowd and launch themselves at his feet. Once again, the boy was helpless to stop them; something was preventing him from moving and as he watched the workboots laced themselves onto his feet tightly._

_ "LITTLE. SISSY. RETURN. THE. SHOES." The voice was a new one, stilted and forceful it made its demands in single word sentences that expected the boy to listen and obey. His cock was throbbing needfully now, pre-cum oozing down the underside of his cock as the shoes--with him attached--stomped around the room as though he were Godzilla and the tiles were Tokyo._

_ _ Alex rolled over and rubbed at a thin line of drool running down his cheek. He could feel his hard cock rub into his sheets as his body writhed slightly in the sweaty confines of his bedding. Curling his toes, the boy almost whimpered into the darkness at a dream he could almost remember. Relaxing, the dragon's eyes remained closed and once again he slept.

The boots were gone and though the dragon didn't know where they'd gone, it seemed only normal to him that they shouldn't be there any longer. In their place were a pair of pink sneakers. The high top Converse sneakers were snug against his feet but it was the soft feminine voice in his head which held the dragon's attention.

_ "Kneel, boy!"_

_ Alex obeyed. He kneeled amongst the dancing shoes, feeling every pinprick of their gaze against his naked and vulnerable body as they laughed and teased him._

_ "She has him now!"_

_ "He didn't put up much of a fight!"_

_ "What a sissy!"_

_ "He's going to crack!"_

_ "He's going to cum!"_

_ The voices surrounded him as he found the laces of several different pairs of sneakers curl around his hard shaft. They tugged and pulled on his sensitive prick even as the feminine voice continued._

_ "Such a disrespectful, dirty, boy! Be a dear and bring back the shoes. They're much too good for a boy like you. You can barely control yourself! Look down!" Once again, Alex obeyed. He looked down at the laces which caressed his pre-cum dribbling cock. Behind him he could feel more laces twine their way around his wrists, holding his hands behind his back and completely removing his ability to defend himself... as though he had been able to do so before._

_ "I'm in charge now, boy. Do as I say. Return them! Return them! Return them!"_

_ Alex would have screamed if he'd been able to. He couldn't see which pair they belonged to, but more laces curled around his snout and held his mouth closed. The white lacing seemed to come out of the darkness like spider webs belonging to some unseen predator intent on its latest prey. Still the voices in his head demanded obedience from him and all he could do was wallow in the lust he felt building in his loins and listen._

_ "OBEY. OBEY. OBEY. OBEY." The chant came as a chorus in the boy's mind, a cacophony of a dozen different voices all shouting in unison._

_ "I WILL" he finally thought, still unable to speak as more laces slipped from the darkness of the store's shadows to bind his body up tightly. The shoes continued their chant, either not hearing the boy's submission or choosing to ignore it. His body burned with lust and the smell of shoes grew stronger. Finally, the captive dragon couldn't hold back and he felt his cock stiffen more ever so slightly before his climax broke. The tip of his dick dribbled several final drops of pre-cum before a powerful arc of cum burst from him, spraying out in an impressive display that forced the boy's body to bend backwards slightly. He would have howled if he could, but the dragon was still stuck... still stuck... so many... shoes..._

_ The last thing the boy saw were the tip of a pair of laces as they slid over his eyes, blocking out his vision and leaving him trapped in darkness._

_ "OBEY."_

_ "OBEY._

_ "OBEY."_

_ _ Alex's eyes shot open almost immediately, his face pressing into his pillow as though he were trying to escape something. His heart was racing and the dragon was immediately aware of the sensation of something sticky coating his lower belly.

The sound of birds outside his window finally drew the dragon up onto his knees as he looked about dazedly. Sunlight was filtering through his window, illuminating the black sneakers which still sat on a chair near his bed. Grimacing, the dragon stroked over his own belly and was surprised to find cum drying on his scales as well as a dark stain on his sheets.

The barest hint of a memory stirred in the dragon's head as the sunlight chased away the last of the fog still lingering in his mind. Something about shoes... he had to return the shoes; a pang of guilt thrust itself into the dragon's gut, mingled with some unknown dread that he couldn't quite pinpoint.

"OBEY."

After he had dressed, the boy had from the house. The heavy rubber boots he had grabbed from his closet plodded heavily on the dry sidewalk as he ran. Beneath his arm he carried the black sneakers gingerly, as though he were afraid of them. It didn't take him long to reach the store. The 'Closed' sign which hung askew in the window was a relief; nobody would see him run by. Without stopping the boy simply threw the shoes onto the front step and continued to run; he wanted to put as much distance as he could between himself and the store, but more importantly, between himself and those shoes! The shoes landed with rubbery clatter on the cement stoop and simply remained where they had fallen.

The puma watched through the window, shaking his head as the dragon disappeared from view. Kids! Gaze lowering to the shoes which sat outside the store, the puma moved to open the door and retrieve them. The bell jingled as the door swung open and then closed again.

"Welcome home" murmured the puma with a smile.