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The rain came down in heavy sheets, thunder and lightning filing the sky as poor Crisp ran through the storm. The young wolf had been out enjoying a leisurely walk when the sky had opened up. Now he was running from tree to tree, with little more than his owns arms to protect him from the downpour.

"What the heck?" Crisp cried out in frustration, finding no respite from the weather. "It wasn't even supposed to rain today!" His fur was drenched at this point, and the poor lad was soaked through to the very bone. Yet he kept running, hoping to find something, anything to help hide him from this rain.

His salvation came unexpectedly in the form of an old castle, appearing before him as he turned a tree. Not daring to question this good luck, Crisp made straight for the door, not even bothering to knock before stepping inside. "Sorry for intruding." He had the courtesy to call out, doing his best to shake the excess water from his fur. "I just wanted to get out of the storm. Hello?"

The castle itself had a rather dark, and somewhat foreboding air about it. Old looking paintings and tapestries hung from the walls of the entryway, telling tales of fertile fields and long lost nobility. Other featured scenes of fantastical creatures, such as centaur, satyr and faeries. It was a strange place indeed, nothing like Crisp had ever seen before.

It was also oddly quiet, and the wolf was beginning to wonder if he was alone in this castle. "Hello, anyone home?" He called out hesitantly, craning his ears for a response. All he heard was silence. No, wait, not silence. It was there, just on the edge of his hearing, but Crisp could have sworn he heard whispering in the distance. He took a few steps in, turning his head from side to side as he tried to pinpoint the source. It was hard to hear, but Crisp was certain he could hear voices whispering from somewhere deeper in the castle. It was unsettling to say the least.

"Hello?" He tried again, calling out louder this time. "I'm sorry for intruding, but I just wanted to get out of the rain. Is anyone there?" Again he listened, but the whispers were gone, and Crisp was left wondering if he had heard anything at all, or if the silence was just playing tricks on him. "Hello?"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming!" A rather annoyed voice with a thick accent called from the side, and Crisp jumped as another door opened and in walked an elderly looking man. He was a canine of sorts, a Terrier by the looks of it, and quite on in years, though there was a brightness in his eyes. "Yes I heard you the first time, it just takes a while for me to get from place to place. Now, what's all this hollerin' about?"

"Sorry." Crisp quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to yell, or intrude, but I was just looking to get out of the rain for a bit." He bowed respectfully, taking a moment to look over the strange man. He was shorter than one would expect, shorter even than Crisp, and despite his apparent age seemed to be rather keen and spry. There was also something unsettling about the man, but Crisp couldn't quite place his finger on what exactly. Perhaps it was just the castle. "I hope you don't mind my intrusion, and sorry about the water."

"Don't think nothin' of it, Laddie." The old man replied with a kind smile. "I'm not one for leavin' a young lad such as yourself out in the rain. Come now, let's get you dried and warm, before you catch your death of cold. And don't worry none about the floor; it can handle a bit of water better than yourself."

Crisp was lead deeper into the castle, through dark hallways and many twisting rooms. All the while he thought he could hear whispers coming from the darker corners, but there was never anyone there when he looked, so he figured it was just the sounds of the rain. The old Terrier kept him a bit distracted as well, going on about some of the history of the castle itself. It was all very boring, honestly, and Crisp was thankful when they came to a small, cozy room lit by a warm fire.

"Here, take off those wet things before you catch yourself a cold." The kindly man suggested, already rummaging through a nearby bureau. "Warm up and dry off by the fire while I fetch you something else to wear. And don't mind your modesty now. Little good it'll do you if you die of pneumonia."

"Well, I guess that makes sense." Still, it was rather embarrassing to strip down fully in front of this stranger, but the rain had soaked him straight to his underwear. He'd have to change it all if he wanted to be even the least bit comfortable. So the young wolf ignored his embarrassment as he removed his wet clothes, setting them near the fire to dry before settling near it himself. It didn't take long at all for that roaring fire to dry his fur.

"Here, I hope these fit you, Laddie." The kindly man said as he offered Crisp the change in clothes. "Don't mind the colors; the original owners had a thing for green. I don't mind it myself, either. Green's a good, strong color, eh?"

"I don't mind, thanks." Crisp gladly took the clothes, slipping into the green briefs and striped socks without complaint. They were dry clothes after all. Even the shirt and pants he was given were green, and Crisp was sure he looked like an elf by the time he was dressed. But, it was better than being naked.

"Looks good on you, if you don't mind me saying." The Terrier smiled warmly. "Ah, but don't be forgettin' the shoes now. Lot of stone to walk on in this old castle, and your feet will be aching in no time if you don't wear good shoes."

The shoes in question were a sparkling emerald in color, and they seemed to reflect the light of the fire with a fine polish. But Crisp had a thing for shoes, a particular taste for a certain style, and those did not fit that taste. "Thanks, but I'd rather keep my high tops. They'll dry out soon enough, so I'll be fine."

"You're sure?" The man seemed a bit perturbed by this, but he hesitantly put the shoes away. "So be it. We'll just wait a bit for yours to dry off then. So, now that the necessities are taken care of, I think we should get to pleasantries. The name's Seamus, and I'm the caretaker of this old castle. Born and raised here, and I know every in and out as well as I know the back of my own hand. So what about you, Laddie? You got a name?"

"Yeah, it's Crisp." The young wolf held out his hand, and was surprised by how strong Seamus's grip was. "I was just going for a walk when the rain started. This was the first place I found to stay dry. I didn't know there was a castle all the way out here though."

"Oh aye. Been here for many years, though few manage to find it. Some say it's ancient magic that protects this place, if you believe in that sorta thing." The old man laughed as soon as he said it, deep and hearty. Crisp would have joined in, if he wasn't distracted by what sounded like whispered chuckling in the distance. Again, probably the rain.

"Magic." Seamus continued as his laughter subsided. "Aye, they say the whole place is protected by faerie magic, and that only those who are invited are supposed to find their way here. Of course, since yourself managed to find your way here, clearly those old myths are just that: myth."

"Yeah, like faeries and magic are real." Crisp agreed with a smile. "That sort of stuff makes for fun stories, but there's no way any of it could be real." His ears twitched, hearing more of that whispering in the distance. This place was going to drive him nuts if that kept up. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why would this place be protected anyway? I mean, it's just an old castle."

"Aye, to you it's an old castle. To me it's a home. To others, it's the hiding place to a great pile of gold!" Seamus said that last part with a bit of flourish and a twinkle in his eyes. "A great mound of gold is said to be hidden in these walls. Long ago, folks used to come here to find and steal that gold, so the faeries used their magic to hide it, and left my family in charge of watching over the place. Yep, those are the stories anyway." The old Terrier sat up, scrutinizing Crisp with a stern gaze. "Yourself wouldn't be here lookin' for the gold now, would you be?"

"Me? No way." Though the thought of finding a pile of gold was exciting, Crisp knew better than to believe those old folktales. "I bet it's all just superstitious stories. No way there'd be anything like that just sitting around, especially if it's supposedly protected by magic."

"Right." Seamus seemed skeptical at first, his eyes still locked on Crisp. Then he suddenly leapt to his feet with a clap of his hands. "Right! Well since you're here, let's go for a tour of the place. Not often I get visitors, and it might be nice to share this history with a young lad such as yourself. Come now, grab your shoes and let us be off."

Great, a guided tour and history lesson. Just what Crisp had been hoping for, like one hopes for a shot in the arm. Still, it was better than being caught out in the storm. With a resigned sigh he grabbed for his shoes, but paused when he realised the green ones were in his hands. When had they ended up by the fire, next to his high tops? Crisp was certain the old man had put them away. Shrugging it off he grabbed his red kicks and slipped them on, glad to see they were, in fact, mostly dry.

As Crisp predicted, the tour through the castle was indeed boring. Seamus apparently knew the history behind every painting, relic, and even some of the bricks that made up the place, and while the young wolf smiled and acted interested, he couldn't have cared less. He just wanted the rain to stop so he could go home. Yet with the storm still raging outside, Crisp knew he was stuck for a long visit in this strange castle.

They had stopped so Seamus could prattle on about the significance behind a painting of dancing and singing elves, something that seemed more appropriate for the Lord of the Rings. Crisp, in his boredom, was rocking on his feet as he pretended to pay attention. He wanted to at least appear polite to the old man for letting him stay here and lending him these clothes. As he rocked, Crisp subconsciously started clicking his heels together. He didn't notice it right away, but after the third click, his pants suddenly felt tighter. A quick glance down had him gasping in new found embarrassment. The pants, already rather tight as they were, now featured a noticeable tent in the crotch.

"What the..." The young wolf was quick to cover up that bulge. He couldn't believe it. Why was he getting a boner now? He hadn't even been thinking of anything naughty or sexy, though it certainly would have made this tour more exciting.

"Something wrong, Laddie?" Seamus asked with a sincere smile. "Oh, you need to go drain the lizard, as they say?"

"What? Oh, no it's nothing." Crisp quickly deflected. "I just... had an itch." He scratched at his thigh, hoping it would deflect the man's attention. The last thing he wanted was for Seamus to see him with a boner. He needed to distract the man, and fast. Luckily there seemed to be plenty around to divert attention with. "So, what about that painting over there? What's that one about?"

"That? Oh that depicts the old lords of the castle, going out on a wild fox hunt back in the fifteen hundreds. It was quite an important sport for the nobility, often used more as a social excuse, or a chance to playfully settle disputes between lords." Seamus was already going on about the history of the painting, and Crisp was thankful that the old dog was so easily distracted.

With some adjusting he was able to tuck his semi-firm shaft down one pant leg, making it less conspicuous at least. If he could just keep the man looking at the art Crisp was confident he could make it through this embarrassment. Or so he hoped.

"And that's the history of the fox hunts." Seamus wrapped up with a smile. "Of course the old nobility had many pursuits of entertainment. This next work depicts a grand ball that supposedly happened in this very castle." He lead the way, and as Crisp moved to follow, his feet became tangled and he fell to the ground with a yelp that had Seamus spinning on his heels. "You alright there, Laddie?"

"Yeah." Crisp muttered, slowly rising to see what he had tripped over. To his shock and dismay, he discovered that his shoes had become untied, and his feet had slipped out when he stepped forward. Odd, since Crisp always made sure to tie them tightly.

"Ah, bit of bad luck there." Seamus chuckled with a shrug, though Crisp could have sworn he heard laughter coming from somewhere in the distance. "Those laces do look old and frayed. Rain probably loosened them up. Certain you don't want to trade them in for the dry pair. at least for the night?"

"No thank you." Crisp forced a smile as he went to tie his shoes, double knotting them just to be on the safe side. "They're pretty dry now. I'm sure it was just a fluke."

"Very well." The Terrier conceded. "Then let's be on our way. There's so much to see after all."

Suppressing a sigh, Crisp followed along, wanting to put the embarrassment of the fall behind him. He still couldn't believe his laces had come undone, and that chuckling had his ears turning every which way. The young wolf was starting to get the feeling he was being watched, and that Seamus wasn't the only one who lived here. "Hey, Mr. Seamus, who else lives here?"

"Who else? There are a few other attendants and servants that call this place home. The lords are away back in Ireland at the moment, but they stop in once a year for a visit. I don't expect you'll likely see anyone else around in the actual castle though. Most of the servants prefer to stay in the warmer quarters out back."

"Right." Crisp accepted the answer with a nod, but still he stayed alert for the sounds and whispers from the shadows. Something about the castle, and Seamus, didn't sit right with him, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

Seamus was already going on about another painting, leaving Crisp to his thoughts as he rocked on his heels. Again, without noticing, he clicked his heels together. And again his pants tented almost immediately after the third click, blood rushing to his member despite his innocent thoughts. It was bigger this time, too, nearly half hard and pressing against the tight fabric for all to see. A deep blush flooded Arc's cheeks as he tried to cover his crotch, which only deepened when he thought he heard laughter in the shadows.

"What the hell is going on?" He looked around every which way as he tried to cover up, looking for the source of the laughter. It seemed to be coming from every direction all at once, yet Seamus was still going on about the history of goose fencing, or whatever he was talking about. All the Crisp cared about was getting his dick to calm down enough to hide it again. at least to the point where he could walk without anyone noticing it. "Just think about none sexy things. Like baseball, horror movies, Betty White naked."

He got it down just as Seamus continued on to a tapestry, already explaining the meanings behind the stitchwork. With a relieved sigh Crips moved to follow, only to once again end up falling to the ground. "This is just not my day."

"It's those laces again, Laddie." Seamus said as he shook his head. "They're gonna be giving you trouble all day I wager. Wet laces are slippery laces."

"It can't be." He sat up to check, and was surprised to see that his shoes were indeed untied again. "But I double knotted them." He objected, as if his shoes should know better. "Something's going on here."

"Got a touch o' bad luck, Laddie?" The old Terrier offered with a laugh. "I'm telling you, those laces are wet, and so keep slippin' free. If you're going to insist on wearing them, then you're just gonna have to deal with them slipping off your feet every few minutes.

"Not this time." Crisp was already retying them, using every trick he knew to keep them tight and laced. "If they come undone now, it's because someone untied them. No way this knot's coming undone on it's own."

"Certain you don't think it's meself that's untying your shoes." Seamus said with a laugh, "Or might you be thinking it's the faeries that guard this place, pulling a prank on you for coming by uninvited! Oh now ain't that a laugh."

Crips just rolled his eyes as he got back to his feet. "Come on, Seamus. Let's just keep going."

"Certainly, Laddie." The old dog replied with a wry grin. "We'll keep going. Just follow me this way."

The way he said it, with that smile, sent a shiver down Crisp's spine. Or perhaps it was just a draft? Shaking the thought away he followed along, putting the spills behind him as he pretended to listen to every history lesson the Terrier tried to give him.

Things were quiet for a while, except for Seamus, who never seemed to run out of breath. That was fine with Crisp though. The odd events were making him nervous, but they seemed to be over now. Soon he found himself in a great hall, the caretaker explaining to him the function of the room, and the many supposedly important events that had occurred there hundreds of years ago. Crisp couldn't keep his feet still as he rocked back and forth, watching Seamus go about the room and explain this and that. With a shift of his weight he clicked his heels together again, three times in total. Then he winced as a sharp discomfort filled his groin.

His dick had suddenly erupted to full length, faster than it ever had before, and the constricting pants were tented uncomfortably. Crisp nearly doubled over in humiliation, his face turning red as he heard a riotous laughter echo from beyond the walls.

Seamus hadn't seemed to notice. In fact he was still going on with his history lesson, his back to the wolf. But still, that laughter filled his ears. Crisp couldn't even cover up this erection, and he was in the middle of an open room with nowhere to hide. Thinking fast the wolf managed to at least push it down one pant leg, where his dick rested uncomfortably against his thigh, still leaving a bulge in the pants but not nearly as bad as the tent he just flaunted.

He tried taking a few steps, but before he knew it his heels clicked together, as if on their own. Three clicks and his dick throbbed painfully, engorging again as it throbbed against his thigh. "What the hell?" Had he been clicking his heels together this whole time? Curious, Crisp repeated the action, and sure enough after the third click his shaft throbbed in his pants, stretching out to full length and pulsing to try and stand at full attention. "Okay, that's just weird."

"What was that?" Seamus turned just as Crisp covered his crotch. "Did you say something, Laddie."

"Oh, I just said that that's really cool, what you said about that painting." It was a quick cover, but Crisp needed another distraction and fast. "Uh, what else were you saying about this room?"

"Are you alright, Laddie?" Seamus asked more seriously, taking a few steps closer. "You look a bit red in the ears. You haven't caught a cold from the rain now, have you?"

"What? Oh no, I'm fine. Couldn't be better." Crisp forced a smile, and as soon as he did he felt something pull on his pants. In an instant those pants were around his ankles, and Crisp was left standing in front of Seamus with those tight green briefs exposed, made all the tighter by his throbbing boner. "I... uh..."

"Guess I should have gotten you a belt to go with those." Seamus said with a smirk, looking the wolf over as laughter echoed through the castle. "First your laces and now your trousers. You really have got a touch of bad luck, don't you?"

Crisp didn't know what to say, momentarily frozen by his own embarrassment. He was doing his best to keep his crotch covered, nervously shifting from side to side, and in doing so his heels clicked together again, causing his shaft to pulse to full size once more, tenting in his briefs as it tried to stand upright.

"Well don't just stand there with your knickers round your ankles." Seamus said with a laugh. "Pull yourself together. There's plenty more castle to see before the rain ends."

"Yeah... right." Doing his best to ignore the laughter that only he seemed to hear, Crisp pulled his pants up and did his best to get them closed around his boner. He then took a deep, steadying breath and moved to follow Seamus. But he couldn't even take one step before falling on his face yet again.

"Laddie, I think we're gonna need to find some salt for you to toss over your shoulder." Seamus said with a laugh, walking back up the boy. "Can't say it's not entertaining though."

Grumbling, Crisp sat up on the floor, expecting to see his laces once again undone. But this time his shoes were still quite secure. Instead, his laces had been tied together with tight, complicated knots.

"Okay, now I know I'm not crazy." He tugged at the knots, which were too tight to have happened on their own. Crisp's eyes turned up at the Terrier standing over him, not finding nearly as much humor in this as the old man was. "What's going on here, Seamus? I can see them untying on their own, but this doesn't happen even with bad luck. What's happening here and who keeps laughing at me!?"

Seamus shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "It's your own bad luck, Laddie. Bad luck in coming here anyway. Or, did you think we'd just let you come in uninvited, poke around, and leave without defending ourselves?"

"We?" Crisp looked around the room, and suddenly he realized that he was surrounded. Small creatures, each about a foot tall, clad all in green clothes, stood about the room, laughing and pointing at him. "Seamus, I don't understand."

"Surprise." The old Terrier grinned, shrinking in size till he too looked like the others. "We fae leprechauns have been guarding the gold in this place for centuries, Laddie. It's ours, and we ain't about to let you steal it from under our noses."

"Gold? But I'm not here to steal any gold!"

"Like we haven't heard that one before." Seamus grinned, and with a snap of his fingers the wee folk descended on poor Crisp. He tried his best to fight them off, but there were just too many of them. Soon the wolf found himself being dragged off through the castle as the leprechauns jeered and laughed as him.

To his dismay, the fae folk stripped Crisp of his shoes, pants and shirt, leaving him in just those green briefs and striped socks. Then those green shoes appeared again, brought over by Seamus himself. "No one tries to steal our gold, Laddie. Not without a bit of punishment that is."

He tried to protest, to explain that he really had found the place by accident, but Seamus wouldn't listen. Crisp was held down as those green shoes were slipped onto his feet and tied tight. The wolf was then forced onto his feet and pushed forward. Despite his height over the leprechauns, they easily overpowered him, and Crips soon found himself standing alone on a stage.

Hundreds of the little folk sat in theater like chairs all around him, already laughing and pointing. Crisps hands quickly went to his crotch, trying to cover himself from their gaze. He wanted to run from that stage, but his feet wouldn't move. His mind screamed to run, yet he wasn't able to. Those green shoes wouldn't let him.

"Seamus, please!" Crisp begged quickly finding the Terrier leprechaun sitting front row center. "I swear I don't want your gold. Please, just let me go."

"Sorry Laddie, but it's too late now." Seamus replied with a grin. "You've got to pay for your crimes of planning to steal from his. And those shoes be your punishment. Now, get to performing!"

Performing? Crisp had no idea what he was supposed to do, or why he was even being punished. He just wanted to run and hide. Getting caught out in the rain suddenly seemed much better than being in this castle.

He tried to run again, and this time his feet complied. At least, they finally moved. But instead of running they started to dance. Music, an Irish jig by the sound of it, starting playing and Crisp's feet moved on their own. He was dancing better than he ever had before, and if it weren't for the fact that he was in just his underwear, being forced to dance in front of hundreds of leprechauns, he might have enjoyed it.

"That's it Laddie! Dance! Move those feet!" They were all laughing at him, laughing as he was forced to dance for their amusement. Crisp couldn't even look away, his face burning with embarrassment as they all taunted him. Hundreds of eyes were on him, fingers pointed his way. This was, without a doubt, the most embarrassing situation Crisp had ever been in. And it was getting worse by the second.

As he danced, Crisp could feel his dick throbbing in those tight briefs, tenting the fabric and pulsing with the beat of the music. The dancing, the shoes, they were making him get an erection against his will. The wolf kept his hands clasped over his groin to hide his member as best he could while he mentally tried to shut out the mocking laughter.

"Well that won't do." He heard Seamus shout with glee. "You're hiding the best part of the show, Laddie. Move those hands, and dance for us!"

Suddenly, an unseen force was tugging on Crisp's wrists. He tried to resist, but the magic of the leprechauns was too strong. He whimpered with shame as his hands were lifted high in the air, revealing his erection for all to see. And still the music played, and still he kept dancing. "Why is this happening?"

"That's the magic of the shoes. Laddie!" Seamus answered with glee. "Like them socks that had you clickin' your heels earlier. Those shoes will keep you dancing till we say you've paid your dues! Everything you're wearing has a bit of our magic in it!"

"Only magic thing about those briefs is that they haven't torn yet!" Another leprechaun called out.

"You ever see a four leaf clover that big!" Taunted a third. "Look! It's still growin'!"

Much to Crisp's horror, his dick was indeed still growing. It was bigger than he remembered it ever getting before, and each step of his dance had that member pulsing in those green briefs. He desperately wanted to cover up, to run from there and never look back, but try as he might he couldn't move any part of his body. His hands felt like they were chained up in the air, and his feet just kept dancing along with the music.

For a moment, he thought relief might come as the song started to wind down to a close. But Crisp only found a moment's respite, for as soon as one song ended, another began. And this one had a faster tempo than the first. On and on he danced, his shoes never tiring, though his legs were already beginning to ache. More noticeable than that was the ache growing in his balls, which, like his dick, seemed to be growing, filling with seed.

"Will this ever end?" He asked, though the only answer he got was the cackling laughter of the leprechauns. With a glance down, Crisp saw the tip of those briefs starting to darken, The dancing was arousing him so, like foreplay that would never end, and now he was leaking precum into his underwear. He shivered as the strange dance had him gyrating his hips, the head of his shaft rubbing against his moistening underwear in a lewd display that had him blushing to his ears.

"The lad looks like he's about to pop!"

A chorus of laughter filled Crisps ears, and he whimpered at the truth of it. He was so embarrassed, yet it felt so good. The last thing he wanted to do was cum in front of all these leprechauns, on stage, while dancing. But it felt like he might do just that. "Please! Stop! I promise I won't steal your gold! I've learned my lesson I swear!"

"Oh, you'll be learning a lesson alright." Seamus agreed with a devious grin. "And you'll be learning that lesson for a good, long time. Guilty criminals don't get to decide when their punishment is over. You just keep dancing Laddie, and feel free to try and hold back. The longer you hold out, the better of a show we get!"

"Please!" But Crisp's pleading fell on deaf ears. He was leaking lube so bad it was practically dripping through the fabric and to the floor. And yet he danced on, gritting his teeth to try and outlast the song, and this torment. He shut his eyes and did his best to think of calm, unsexy things, hoping that if he tried hard enough, he'd make it through this punishment without enduring the ultimate embarrassment.

It was not to be though, so\for soon the song changed to an even faster one. Crisp's feet moved in a complicated dance the likes of which he didn't even believe possible, and each step made it feel like he was having the most incredible sex in his life. "No! I can't! I can't!"

With a mighty howl, Crisp's hips started bucking into the air. He felt hot, thick gobs of his cum shoot out into, and through, the tight fabric of those green briefs. He shivered as his seed collected in the underwear, soaking into the fabric and drooling all the way down to his balls, before soaking in around his ass. It was the most embarrassing thing Crisp had ever had to endure, made worse not only by the massive audience of sprites watching and laughing at him, but also by the fact that he hadn't stopped dancing.

He was cumming in his underwear, and yet the music kept playing, and the shoes kept dancing. Crisp could feel more and more of his own hot cum working it's way through his pulsing dick, soaking into his briefs and spilling out onto the stage. Yet he kept dancing. And the dancing kept him cumming. Soon he felt it soaking into his own fur and dribbling down his legs. It was hot and thick, and the feel of it sent a perverse shiver up his spine.

"Please! I can't take anymore of this!" He pleaded as the song and dance became even more intense, causing his unending orgasm to continue to even greater heights. "How am I even..."

"Magic, Laddie!" Seamus replied with an approving nod. "Powerful an ancient magic! I told you, this place is protected by faerie magic. And that magic is gonna keep you dancing till those balls of yours are as dry as my great aunt's burnt brisket!"

Crisp couldn't believe it. It didn't seem possible. Yet it was all clearly true, as he was soon cumming with the tempo of the music. The briefs were stained right through by this point, and his socks were starting to soak through with the cum spilling down his legs. He could even feel it pooling around his feet in the bottom of those accursed shoes. Yet his balls stilled groaned as if they were fill to the brim, and each spurt was full of thick seed, shooting past the fabric and pooling on the stage.

The embarrassment and excitement of it all was too much for Crisp. His head was starting to spin, as the waves of his perpetual orgasm flooded his mind. He desperately pleaded for it to all end, but as he danced and came, the room began to spin. The darkness of exhaustion closed in, and the last thing Crisp heard was the echoing laughter of the leprechauns.

Crisp awoke some time later to the sound of chirping birds and the feel of the warm sun against his fur. He slowly opened his eyes to learn he was outside once more. laying on his back in the grass. "Oh, my head. What happened."

Confused, and with quite the headache, Crisp sat up and looked around. He was sitting in the same forest he had been walking through when the rain had started. And sure enough the grass and trees were wet with recently fallen rain. Though the storm seemed to have passed, leaving a beautiful blue sky above.

"What... the castle!" Remembering what had happened, the wolf jumped to his feet and looked around. But there was no castle to be found. Nor any leprechauns for that matter. Just Crisp and his damp clothes.

"But. was it all a dream?" He questioned, inspected himself as if uncertain of what was real anymore. "It felt so real. The laughter, and the cum. My briefs were wet. Was it just the rain?"

That would make sense, he reasoned as he inspected his damp rear end. He had been lying in the wet grass, so of course he'd be soaked straight through to his ass. "Yeah, it must have been just a dream. There's no way I was just humiliated and made to dance till I came by a bunch of leprechauns. There's just no such things as faeries and magic shoes."

Crisp had a good chuckle at the dream, brushing himself off and preparing for the long, wet walk home. Had he taken a moment to inspect those damp briefs he was wearing, he might have noticed that they weren't the same color as the red ones he usually wore. Nor were they wet from just the rain.

And had he looked down, he would have sooner noticed a familiar pair of striped socks on his feet, and that the shoes he wore sparkled with a bright emerald green. But he wouldn't notice those details for some time, too eager to get back to civilization.

He absentmindedly whistled a tune as he walked, an Irish Jig of sorts that had him skipping his steps. He wasn't sure where he had heard the tune, but it was catchy and pleasing. He didn't notice as he occasionally clicked his heels as he walked, or that a bulge was already starting to form in his pants.

And he certainly didn't notice the faint laughter echoing from behind the trees of the forest. It was probably just the wind after all. No way could it possibly be the mocking laughter of a group of leprechauns waiting for a new show of humiliation to start.

It would be some time before Crisp learned just how real the faeries magic was, and how long a leprechaun's punishment lasted. His quiet walk him turned into a torturous embarrassment, dancing along the streets as he gave a show to everyone he walked past. His briefs were once agains soaked with seed by the end of the long trip home, where he was dismayed to find an amused Seamus waiting for him.

"Did you think we were done just because you passed out, Laddie?" The Terrier leprechauns said with a smirk. "Nay, your punishment for wanting to steal our gold is only just beginning. Hope you like the fit of those shoes, Laddie, cause you're gonna be wearing them and dancing in them for a good long time."

Crisp could only whimper in embarrassment and fear as another pulse of his seed slipped down his already soaked legs.