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A New Discovery

for FriskeCrisps

A flurry of groans and grumbles came from beneath the unruly pile of clothing and blankets as the jarring, rhythmic buzzing of an alarm clock pierced the early morning silence.

Crisp swatted clumsily at the alarm clock, succeeding in knocking it off the bedside table onto the floor, but failing to turn it off. Uttering a couple of choice words he'd heard the older kids using at school, he rolled out of bed with a thud onto his knees and fished around under the bed until he found the offending clock, turning it off and putting it back in its place.

Then he got to work waking up. Still kneeling on the carpet beside his bed in his pajamas, the eleven-year-old wolf cub blinked sleepily at the sunshine streaming in through a crack in the blinds, smacking his lips a few times and yawning hugely. It didn't matter how often he had to wake up in the morning to get ready for school. It never got any easier. Still groggy with sleep, Crisp stood slowly and tottered over to his wardrobe, slipping out of his pajamas and quickly tugging on a pair of fresh undies, and the first clothes that came into his paw. Sportswear. As usual. Well, sort of. A pair of shorts that used to be white got hurriedly pulled up, the young wolf wrestling the pop-stud of the tailclasp shut before wriggling his way into a white hoodie with red piping, a red hood and a red tribal motif on the back.

Crisp sat heavily on the edge of his bed and doubled over, tugging on his socks and then wrestling his large feet into a pair of bright red and white Converse All-Stars. They were his favourites. He'd had them forever; he honestly couldn't recall ever being given them, they were always just...there. Dependable. Like an old pair of shoes, incidentally.

"Ugh, not AGAIN," he groaned, feeling a very familiar sensation as he pulled on his shoes.

Sitting back up, the young wolf looked down into his lap and squirmed. His penis was standing up again. It happened all the time to the cub, but especially when he was putting on his shoes. It was super embarrassing, especially if he was at school or out in public. And sometimes...it just happened. No warning, just suddenly he'd be pitching a tent. He'd always assumed it was because he was bent double and it somehow forced it to swell up...kinda like how the blood rushes to your head when you hang upside down.

As he bent over his erection to finish tying up his shoelaces, it pressed and ground hard into his tummy. It felt kinda weird, but good as well.

Then something new happened. He felt his youthful rod twitch of its own accord, just once, and something welled up along it and spilled into his fresh underwear. In shock, Crisp sat up and tugged the front of his shorts down, giving a whine as he saw a large wet spot in his briefs. It wasn't pee. It was...sticky, and clear. It stretched between his fingers when he touched it.

"CRISP! C'mon, are you awake y..."

The wolf's mother flung his bedroom door open wide with a look of mock-rage on her face, and stopped dead when she saw her son sitting on his bed in such an obvious state of arousal and playing with himself.

"M-mom! I-I'm coming, alright? I'm awake!" Crisp stammered, hastily standing up and pulling his shorts up, blushing brightly as he realised that made his erection even more obvious.

"Well...Hurry up! Leave...leave that alone and get yourself downstairs, your bus leaves in 10 minutes!" Crisp's mother seemed taken aback, and retreated quickly downstairs.

Aww geez, Crisp thought, pushing the tent in his shorts around a bit, trying to conceal it. As if she saw that...

_ _

It proved impossible to hide, and Crisp was forced to waddle awkwardly downstairs and eat his breakfast in silence, avoiding eye contact with his mother at all costs.

It was almost a relief when Crisp saw the bus arrive through the front window. He grabbed his backpack and bolted for the door, while his mother just sat gaping at him.

"He's only just eleven," she mused to herself, "Why would that...happen already? He's a cub!"

*****

Crisp clambered onto the already-crowded bus and wandered down the aisle. Couldn't sit up front. That was for the nerds and younger kids. Down the back was off-limits as well, taken by the older kids and bullies. Right in the middle, then. Crisp found a seat beside a rather chubby raccoon boy who he shared a class with almost every day. Jimmy. That was his name. Crisp was a little embarrassed that he'd had to think about that.

"Mornin," the raccoon mumbled, shifting across a little and shoving his backpack between his knees to give Crisp a little extra room.

"Hey," the wolf responded, not really making any effort to uphold a conversation.

The ride into school was about fifteen minutes. Crisp spent most of that time with his backpack in his lap, periodically squirming and shifting his butt about in the seat as his morning erection made several more appearances. He walked off the bus with his bag held in front of him.

"Hey Crisp?" It was Jimmy the raccoon.

"What?"

"Uhm...your shoelaces are undone...watch ya don't trip," he blushed, the tubby boy standing up and making a show of checking his own shoelaces, which were securely fastened in tight double-knots, which Crisp highly doubted he'd tied himself. He blushed a little and turned to continue off the bus.

And almost immediately tripped. Great. Not even two paces from the bus and he was already flat on his face surrounded by laughing kids. He moaned and rolled onto his butt, rubbing a scraped knee with his paw and glaring down accusingly at his shoelaces.

Biting his tongue, Crisp closed his eyes and bent forward to re-tie them. Begging for it not to happen. As the familiar motions of tying his laces played out, the soft cotton twisting around his fingers and being pulled tight, he groaned as he felt himself getting another boner. His shorts strained.

Crisp thought about how to deal with this. He held his backpack in front of him as he stood up, brushing off his butt with his free paw, and taking one step forward...only to step on the dangling shoulder-straps and yank his backpack out of his grasp to the ground, leaving his obscene tent on full display.

"Hey everyone, lookit Crisp! Hahah!"

Fuck. That asshole husky a year above him. He was a jock. Even at twelve he was built like a Greek god and twice as arrogant. Plus he was a rotten bully, and yet somehow popular. Crisp felt his ears flushing bright red as a sea of faces turned to stare at him.

"Dude, did tripping over your own shoelaces give you a boner?!" the husky, Jonah, crowed. He was closer now, close enough to jostle the wolf.

"L-leave me alone..." Crisp muttered.

"Ohmigawd lookit the SIZE of that thing!" someone else whispered conspiratorially - but very loudly - from nearby.

"Holy shit...did he like pee himself or something as well?"

"Haha that's so wrong!"

"What a freak!"

Crisp clutched his backpack close and shrunk into himself, his ears pinned back. What the hell was wrong with him? For every mocking cry, his boner gave a twitch in his shorts, swelling and grinding almost painfully against the tautly stretched fabric covering it. He could feel more of that clear sticky stuff staining his shorts and even dripping down his leg now.

Suddenly Jonah grabbed his backpack and wrenched it out of his paws again, and Crisp whined as he tried ineffectually to cover himself.

"Holy shit, dude!" Jonah laughed, yanking the wolf's paws out of the way and shoving him forward towards the crowd. "The hell is wrong with you, as if that thing's still there!"

At that moment one of a few teachers who'd been observing finally intervened, shoving her way through the crowd and apprehending Jonah and Crisp.

"Just what exactly do you boys think you're doing? Making a scene already, before you're even in class! Crisp, get that ridiculous thing out of your shorts right now, it's not the slightest bit amusing!"

"...What?!"

"You heard me, young man, get rid of it!"

Jonah snorted. "She thinks it's fake..." he muttered to Crisp.

The teacher cuffed Jonah lightly on the back of the head. "Quiet, you! I've had quite enough of your antics this month!"

Crisp shifted uncomfortably. No matter what he did or how hard he tried to think about other thing,s his erection just would not go down, and it was starting to get really weird.

"Well, Crisp? Are you going to get whatever that is out of your shorts or do I have to do it for you?" the old feline was growling irritably, her shabby grey tail flicking about.

"You want me to...get it out? What?" Crisp was genuinely shocked. His penis twitched.

"OF COURSE I DO! It's obviously a prop you've shoved down there to make a scene! No way is that real, not after all that fuss outside!"

Crisp blushed even brighter and squirmed. "I uh...it is...well...real."

The teacher made a disgusted noise, and looked him over, seeing his genuine embarrassment and attempts to hide himself with his paws.

"Good grief Crisp! What a ridiculous display you're putting on. I think you can sit at the front of the class today, where I can keep an eye on you."

With a flick of her tail, the shabby old cat stalked off into the school, and Jonah cackled and jabbed Crisp roughly in the ribs.

"Dude that was so bad. Who the hell would still have a boner after THAT? Freak!"

Crisp whined and looked down. He was as hard as ever - maybe even more so. He shoved his penis around a bit in his underwear, trying to find a patch of fabric that wasn't soaked with stickiness. Why was this happening?!

In response, his penis twitched. He roughly pushed it down again, then to the side. Then to the other side.

Giving a loud whine, he suddenly dashed towards the bathroom, overcome by a sudden urge to pee. No way was he going to make it. He couldn't hold it. Clenching hard he gripped his penis tightly through his shorts, but that only made it worse! Then it happened. Crisp's world caved in under the sheer weight of embarrassment as his penis throbbed and twitched rhythmically in his shorts, the young wolf losing his balance and crashing to the ground as he soaked his shorts with an enormous rush of that clear sticky stuff. It went everywhere, soaking his paw and making his white shorts go see-through and stick to his fur in places.

Curling up in a ball and whimpering, Crisp tried to shut out the world, but he couldn't avoid the fact that a lot of people just saw that, and were gathering. Looking up after a few moments, he saw Jimmy. The raccoon boy pretty obviously had a boner as well, but his was much easier to hide.

"Crisp? A-are you ok? What happened?"

Crisp sat up slowly, dragging his backpack into his lap in abject misery.

"D-did you pee yourself?" Jimmy whispered. "It's...it's ok if you did... Th-that happens to me sometimes too. In bed."

The raccoon blushed bright red as Crisp looked sharply up at him.

"You do?"

Jimmy nodded.

"Ah geez. I dunno what happened there. It...it went stiff on the bus and...uh...never went soft again...until now, anyway. Ah crap, look at my shorts!" Crisp cried out in horror, noticing the extent of the damage.

Jimmy grabbed his paw and tugged him firmly into the bathroom.

"Use the hand-dryer! Take your shorts off and dry em out, I'll keep a lookout for ya!"

Crisp gaped a little, but blushed at the younger boy's offer. Quickly stripping his shorts off, Crisp hit the button on the crappy old hand-dryer, holding the soaked garment close to the rush of hot air. His underwear was drenched too, but that would just have to wait...

"C-Crisp?"

Crisp looked up.

"It's...it's happening...again," Jimmy stared at Crisp's underwear and pointed.

"Aaah! No! Not again!" Crisp groaned, hunching over a little to try and hide himself. His penis throbbed eagerly back to full erection, stretching the thin, soaked fabric of his underwear until his swollen head was clearly visible through the clinging cotton.

Jimmy stared, one paw absently fondling his own tiny erection through his shorts.

"Jimmy! Watch the door!" Crisp pleaded.

The raccoon snapped out of his gaze and returned to his task of peering through a crack in the door, to warn Crisp of people approaching.

When his shorts were finally dry, Crisp tugged them back on, thanked Jimmy and rushed into class, sitting up the front of the room and sinking as low under his desk as he possibly could, trying his very best to disappear. Thankfully, the rest of his day was uneventful, apart from spending lunchtime avoiding Jonah and his crew.

*****

When the bus pulled up outside his house, Crisp jumped off and ran to his house. His mother wouldn't be home for another hour, so the young wolf walked around the back and clambered up into his tiny treehouse, listening to the rustle of the wind and enjoying the solitude.

Why did his penis spray all that stuff out? What was happening? Crisp glared down at his groin and as if on cue, his penis stood up again, twitching into life and tenting his stained shorts. It seemed to happen whenever he put his shoes on. Or tied them up. Or...untied them, even. Reaching down, the wolf tugged his laces free, making his shaft twitch and swell, and pulled his red Cons off his feet, wiggling his toes as the breeze cooled them.

Holding his shoes in his paws, he stroked his fingers over the worn, soft canvas. They were just shoes, right?

His penis seemed to disagree. In frustration, Crisp tugged his shorts and undies down and stared at his penis. It was huge. Way too big to hide when it got like this. It was almost as long as one of his shoes. In fact...Crisp held one shoe on either side of his erect penis and tilted his head. There wasn't much difference in length. He sat and stared down at his penis, blushing and squirming a little. He suddenly realised he enjoyed this feeling. It felt good when his penis was stiff. He clenched his inner muscles and watched his erection swell and jump. He felt something suddenly welling up inside his cock, and gasped a little as a thick, clear droplet of sticky stuff oozed out of his peehole and sat there, before very slowly dripping down onto the wooden floor.

Crisp blinked, and huffed a little. His heart was beating kinda fast. He looked at his sneakers and reached for them, running his paws over them with the care and love most kids have for their favourite stuffed animal. The long, floppy cotton laces got tangled amongst the wolf cub's fingers, and he tugged on them slightly, enjoying the sensation of the soft fabric strips sliding against his fingers. It tickled a bit, but also felt really nice. And it made his penis throb even more.

Swallowing heavily, Crisp draped his shoelaces over his penis, dragging the cotton along his length a few times and giggling a bit. The head of his penis went dark purple and swelled up even more, going shiny. He was really, really stiff. It made him wriggle, pulling his thighs up and arching his back a little, squeezing his legs together against his stiff penis. He gripped his shoelaces in his paws and pulled them taut around his fingers, then released them, then tugged again.

Why the hell did this feel so good?!

Cos you're a little freak.

_ _

His eyes went wide.

"Wh-who's that?"

Haahahaha...

_ _

Crisp jumped up and stuck his head out of the treehouse, looking around fervently. No one there!

Down here, boner boy!

_ _

Wide eyed, the wolf cub turned and looked down at his shoes. They were still just shoes, but...

Geez, look at how stiff that thing is!

_ _

Crisp looked down at his penis. It was stiffer than he could ever remember it being, and it twitched with his heartbeat.

Pfff... Such a weirdo. You get stiff over us, don't you?

_ _

It was his shoes. It had to be, there was no one else there. But...

"Shoes can't talk!"

Oh really? Why are you hearing us then?

_ _

Crisp whined. This was way too weird. He couldn't focus though, the raging, twitching erection dripping that sticky stuff into the fur on his thighs was such a distraction. He sat down again and stared at his shoes, holding his knees tightly together, squeezing his penis between his legs.

Go on...touch us. Enjoy us, you little freak. You know it turns you on, it's all you're thinking about...

He opened his legs again and let his penis spring up, blushing a bit at how rigid it was. He pushed it down with a fingertip almost to the floor and watched it bounce right back up again. The whole end of his penis was covered in slippery clear stuff now. The breeze made it feel cold.

Geez, gonna take someone's eye out with that thing!

He licked his lips and stared at his shoes. The laces seemed...longer. Reaching towards him. Were...were they moving?! Crisp gaped a little but seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move. His paws moved of their own accord and picked up the soft, velvety laces. Running them through his fingers. Tying them together and untying them again.

Uh huh...Ohh yeah, little weirdo's totally gonna jizz over us...

Crisp whined and his hips bucked all on their own, his penis humping into the air. He draped his shoelaces over his penis, tickling himself with them and shuddering.

Ohhhh yeah, here we goooo!

An intense heat rushed through his loins, the same feeling as when the clear stuff dripped out but way more intense. The little wolf's penis twitched and jumped around in the cool air, his whole stomach clenching rhythmically along with it, and his jaw fell open as sticky clear stuff sprayed out of the end of it, powerful little spurts which launched out with every involuntary clench, splattering all over his sneakers and the floor.

Once it passed, Crisp stared at it and scratched his ear. His penis was going soft already, shrinking and drooling. He blushed heatedly at the mess he'd made of his shoes and picked them up, using his already ruined shorts to wipe as much of the sticky goo as he could off them.

The sneakers didn't talk again, but whenever he looked at them he got...a feeling. Like they were smirking at him. Smug. That was the word.

Crisp tugged his underwear back on and grimaced at their wetness. This was totally new and it was really confusing. But it also felt good.

Whatever was happening to him, was going to require a whole lot more exploring. Crisp slowly descended from his treehouse, stepping meekly inside and stuffing his shorts and underwear into the laundry hamper, blushing as he tugged on clean underwear and a pair of sweatpants.

He glanced at his sneakers, sitting where he'd left them beside his bed, and could have sworn he faintly heard raucous, mocking laughter.

*****