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"A Classroom Disruption"

The bell rang at six forty-five, jerking Crisp from an exhausted half-sleep. The wolf yawned and stretched his arms, clutching the column that he had been sitting next to while he waited for his class to let in. Why in the hell did it have to be so early for his first class? Staring up into the sky from the outdoor makeup of the hallway, he could barely see the sky illuminating with the glow from the sun still somewhere just close to the horizon. He stretched his arms and yawned again before standing up and he headed into the class.

Professor Freemont taught English Literature and Art Composition. Though it really was hard for her classes to tell the difference, she just droned on and on for two hours usually. Making little to no sense to the class until it was time for a pop quiz. At that point, usually the class would buck up and pay closer attention to what was going on, and even then half the time she gave out fails for her course like it was going out of style.

Crisp yawned again and slid into his seat. He always sat the third row back and the third seat from the aisle. Conveniently a large tiger named Mike always came in and sat directly in front of him, letting the wolf catch up on some much needed sleep. Last night wasn't entirely Crisp's fault, his dorm mate had unfurled a ferret into the apartment they lived in and it had infested the entire third floor with its strong stench. He could only guess that the rodent's scent glands had not been removed, the smell still burned in his nostrils as he put his head down on the desk and watched as the professor approached her podium.

"Alright, class. Today, we will be going over the intricacies of the verses used in William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet". Now, pay attention, because I will only go over this once..."

Crisp sighed and cracked the book open in front of him, resting his head gently behind its open pages as he pretended to follow along with Freemont's long incredibly boring speech. His eyes began to grow heavy, even the soft sound of his sneakers squeaking along the metal book holder underneath his chair wasn't enough to really hold his attention...

"MISTER CRISP!" Freemont's shrill voice nearly threw him out of his chair as he jerked upright all of a sudden and slammed his back against the back of his chair.

"What?! What!" He exclaimed, trying to grasp how she so quickly moved from her podium up to him in a matter of seconds.

"Are you trying to disrupt my classroom, young man? Where do you get the nerve to come wandering into my lecture hall without any shoes on!?"

Crisp looked down at his feet, he wiggled his toes and stared at them confused. "I... must have left them at home." He assumed, but he couldn't remember that, he could have sworn he had been wearing them the entire time.

"There are no excuses for this!" She shouted angrily, grabbing the wolf by the ear and yanking him out of his seat. "I will not have you disturbing my class just because you don't like to wear your shoes."

"No-see that's the thing. I like wearing my shoes." Crisp explained. "I really really like wearing my shoes, I have no idea how I got here without them!"

"No excuses! You need to go down to the dean's office, young man! Perhaps he can give you a respectable pair of shoes!" She pushed him from his seat and forced him onto the ramp up toward the door, releasing him a few steps away. Making his way to the doorway he heard Professor Freemont call to him. "Oh, and Mister Crisp..." Crisp turned to her, and saw that the rest of the class had begun to laugh and giggle uncontrollably. "In the future, it would be far better for you to find a way to hide that." She said pointing at him. He looked down and about screamed in shock, he was somehow dressed only in his bright red brief underwear now the shock of the moment was getting him hard and he had a rather embarrassing bulge pushing against the fabric. He quickly turned around and bolted out the door, the laughter of the other students in the room still ringing in his ears.

The run to the dean's office was much further than he would have liked, it had begun to drizzle outside and he was beginning to get wet. He'd run across the lawn to get onto the sidewalk just past the gymnasium. He could hear a class going on in there and he ran past to avoid being spotted. How on earth he ended up at school almost completely naked was beyond him. But thankfully his cock had returned to its normal softened state by the time he'd gotten to the dean's office. Dean Thomas was a gruff old badger who barely even glanced at Crisp as he came running in, almost completely naked and half soaked. He did a double take and gasped.

"Crisp! What do you think you're doing!?" He asked in an uncharacteristically high pitched voice, dropping his coffee to the ground.

"I-I'm sorry I just... I don't know what's going on and... I didn't know I showed up to class naked and--"

"Office. Now!" He shouted, pointing to the door inscribed with his name. Crisp scrambled to throw himself through the door as the badger stormed into the office after him. "What is it you think you're doing, young man? Do you think this is some sort of a game? You can't come to school like this! It's ridiculous!"

"I know, but I don't know how it happened. I swear I was dressed before this happened. First it was my shoes..." He watched as the dean went over and pulled open a drawer in his desk. "Then... then when I was leaving class Professor Freemont pointed out I was dressed like this, and I had a boner! A BONER!" He shrieked in embarrassment. "I've never been so humiliated."

"Put these on." Thomas said, throwing a pair of red sneakers to the floor in front of Crisp. Confused, Crisp picked them up and looked at them, they matched the exact red and white pattern that his underwear had.

"It... well thanks." He said as he pulled the shoe laces apart and began to slide his foot into them. "But what about a pair of pants at least? Something to keep my--" He felt the shoes pull his feet down into them, the laces tightened into neat bows, and then seemed to crawl to life on their own for a second before flopping flat to the floor. "Erm... my boner hidden."

"Don't worry, you won't need that." He said. "But we do need to get you dried off before you go to class. Take the stairs down to the cellar and get a towel. He said as he pointed his thumb out to the main office where a set of stairs appeared that Crisp couldn't remember seeing before. "Once you've found it I expect you back in class."

"Y-yes sir." Crisp said as he got up and started walking toward the door. He felt rather strange now, looking down at the shoe laces he saw them wrapping themselves around his ankles almost like they were moving on their own. A strange tingle crawled up through his legs and he felt himself getting hard again. The cock flesh rubbing against the fabric made Crisp's toes curl inside of the shoes as he turned around. "Sir, I..." He paused and found that the office was now empty, and he was being guided again to head toward the steps.

It was as if the shoes were moving on their own this time, Crisp felt himself taking the steps, but the move felt rather swimmy like he wasn't actually moving his own body.

Down, and down the staircase he went into the dark cellar. Distant lamps deep within the room illuminated it partly, revealing old boilers and machines that gave the school its working water and heat. Crisp grew nervous that someone might see him as he tried to hurry up the pace, but his feet moved sluggishly compared to him and he felt like he was pulling his shoes out of molasses with each step he took.

There was a loud clatter that rang throughout the cellar, Crisp tried to turn one direction, but his feet continued to move forward; toward the sound he heard. He reached down to untie the laces, but his feet kept moving, keeping him from grabbing them and pulling them off. "Where are you taking me?" He finally asked his feet, but of course they didn't answer. They continued along the catwalk until he found a set of stairs that spiraled down to the concrete floor below. He gasped and felt himself now trotting down the steps, almost losing his balance as he went down, but the shoes kept him from falling. Hitting the basement floor, he felt the control surrender itself to him. He turned around to go back up, and found that the stairs had vanished and there was only a blank wall behind him. Turning back around he was surprised to see a blackboard standing in the middle of the room.

He wasn't able to see the writing on the board, it was written in with such small letters. He squinted his eyes as he made his approach toward the chalk board, but the closer he got the harder it seemed to be able to read what was on the board. Finally moving in and putting his hand onto the board the entire area lit up brightly like a spotlight had just struck it. Crisp spun around and heard an uproar of laughter from behind him. Feeling his cock swing back and forth, taut against his underwear he reached down to grab it and immediately pulled his hand away, just touching it almost made him cum. He put his hand up to block out the light and took a step back as the laughter grew louder, fingers could be seen pointing at him, but he couldn't really see who was doing the pointing. Taking a step back, he felt a hand slap down onto his shoulder and Crisp spun around.

It was Brian, the custodian. The grizzled leopard growled at him, his beady reddish eyes staring at him. "Y'need somethin'?" He asked, in a particularly heavy southern accent.

"Ahh..." Crisp looked around and saw that the chalkboard had vanished, and the spot light had dulled back to the dark surroundings they had been moments before. "I... was sent for a towel." He said to the man. "It's raining outside and he said I needed to dry off."

Brian had a pursed pair of lips as he produced a light blue towel from behind his back and slapped it down on the floor behind the wolf. "Take it and go." He said as he watched the wolf bend down and pick it up.

Crisp felt the grab on his ass, he barely flinched due to the fact he had a question on his mind. "Hey, how would I get out of here? The stairs disapp-eared..." He paused and his voice faded off as he realized he was alone again. A staircase just past the area led up toward a dully lit outside. Putting the towel over his shoulder, Crisp started up the stairs and exited the cellar, finding himself out on the football field now.

There was a game going on, fans in the stands were cheering, while cheer leaders were dancing across the field. Crisp never felt so naked before now, but it grew worse when everyone stopped what they were doing and pointed at the wolf. Crisp's ears flattened against his scalp, he was still hard and this time he couldn't hide it behind anything at all. He tried to run, but he felt the laces wrap around his ankles and somehow they were able to hold him in place for a few moments longer. Looking up, he could see the distant dot of a football headed straight for him. He couldn't duck down, he couldn't dodge. He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes to wait for the impact...

"MISTER CRISP! GET UP AND PAY ATTENTION!" Professor Freemont's voice caused the wolf to jerk awake and he dug his claws into the desk.

"I'm awake! I'm awake!" Crisp shrieked as he looked around and realized everything was now back to normal. He inhaled sharply and felt his shirt on, his pants. He could feel his shoes hugging tightly against his feet as he sat upright at his desk. The rest of the class chuckled at his expense.

"Then you will go up front and write twenty times on the board "I will not fall asleep in Professor Freemont's class' and I expect it to be completed by class end."

"Yes, professor." Crisp said sullenly as he slid out of his chair and made his way back toward the front of the room.

Suddenly, there was a fit of laughter that filled the room as Crisp felt his shoes suddenly stop moving as they forced him to turn around and face the class. He was again in his underwear, a prominent erection forcing its shape against his underwear, practically large enough to tear a big hole through the front pouch.

"Hey look! Crisp's got a boner! AH-HAHA!" One of the students laughed.

"Look at the size of that thing! It's monstrous!" Another one added in.

"The front of his undies just got dark, it's like he's about to jizz himself!"

"The professor should make him like it up if he cums on the floor!" Another one shouted.

His face was red with embarrassment, thankfully hidden underneath the fur as Freemont put her hands on her hips and scowled. "Mister Crisp! You will write fifty times on the blackboard 'I will not have a boner in class'!" She exclaimed before breaking into her own fit of laughter.

The shoe laces had come to life by now, they were whipping and snapping around Crisp's ankles. These shoes of torment were designed to embarrass their wearer, no matter what and they were doing a fine job of it. Turning around he began to write on the board:

"I WILL NOT HAVE A BONER IN CLASS"

"I WILL NOT HAVE A BONER IN CLASS"

"I WILL NOT HAVE A BONER IN CLASS"

As he wrote, he felt his precum now draining out the underside of his underwear as it started to drip onto the floor, small wet puddles began to form under his feet and his shoes immediately looked like they were absorbing the jizz as it hit the ground.

The familiar burning sensation began to rise in his cock as his flesh pressed tightly against the underwear. "Oh god, don't cum, don't cum..." He closed his eyes and began to pant. "Please don't cum... f-fuck... No! I'm gonna--"

"NNNNGH!" Crisp shot awake suddenly, realizing he was suddenly cumming under his clothes. His cock strained agianst his underwear where thankfully the rest of the class didn't see it. Though they did see his erratic humping against the desk as he expended a heavy load into his underwear. He huffed loudly, trying to breathe normally as his throbbing shaft slowly began to return to a less-throbbing state. After a minute or so he released the desk and looked across the room at Professor Freemont who stared strangely back at him.

"P-professor... you think I could erm... go use the bathroom?" He asked, cracking an awkward smile.

THE END