I Was a Teenage Pornstar (10)
#10 of I Was a Teenaged Pornstar
I Was a Teenage Pornstar (10)
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Hey, folks! This is a part of the ongoing series commissioned by FriskeCrisps who provides the main character and I...I do the rest. *chuckle* Been a while, but I've been putting out so much stuff, have to keep writing...writing...uh...but here we go, more fun with Crisp, hope you've been waiting for this!
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It was a sunny day, the weather quite pleasant, a bit humid but manageable, shorts and sunglasses weather, really, and that's what they were wearing for most part, emerging from the imposing-looking stucco building, climbing down the steps and then onto the pavement. The retinue did not appear in any way out of the ordinary once they had moved away from the building itself, which didn't look like the kind of a place where guys wearing colorful T-shirts and shorts would really want to hang out in.
Crisp was mostly staring at his toes, covered in borrowed sneakers, and walking side by side with Leo who had fallen into step with him, the large lion seeming like the perfect bodyguard for the young, small wolf. They held the middle ground in their little group, with Lane and Marco walking ahead of them and Roger the bear bringing up the rear, walking slightly more slowly due to his greater ursine bulk.
"Well that wasn't so bad, was it?" Leo told to the wolf walking next to him.
Crisp glanced quickly at the lion, his ears quite droopy at the moment. Though the lion was smiling, he could not feel his own mood be buoyed even by the sight of the handsome lion's comely expression.
"Hmm," the wolf rumbled, stomping along. The shoes in his paws felt too big, and they were, really having been borrowed, and were about one size too big - they were Marco's and the only pair of canine footwear they had found at the house to be even vaguely fitting for him. It was alright enough, though, better than nothing, considering that the frat boys' assault had ruined much of his clothing. Some of it was still being held as evidence, even, at the police station they had just left after a long grilling by the police for any new statements they might remember, considering the frat boys, Crisp's former housemates, had accused Crisp's friends of attacking them and not the other way around.
"At least the police were nice," Lane chirped, glancing back over his shoulder at the furs following him. "They seemed to be listening for everything we had to say."
"Yeah," Marco said.
"Never been to one of these places, really, you know," Roger mused.
"You're not as big a bad boy as you try to appear!" Lane giggled.
"Hahah," Leo chuckled.
Crisp smiled a little. His friends didn't seem to have lost their good mood, even under questioning from the police, it sounded like to him. He couldn't help but feel a bit down still. He knew he must've been somewhat strange sight, too, with the bandages over his head and his paws from being roughed up. It made him feel so self conscious - he was sure that everyone was looking at him and wondering why the wolf was in such a state, walking around with white bandages all over himself.
"I'm not a bad boy, I'm only a hungry boy," the bear rumbled. "We had to skip lunch hour when we were here, you know!"
"Oh, we know," Leo said, "I'm getting a bit hungry, too, myself, it's been a while since breakfast."
"I know!" Lane announced. "We're only a ten minutes' walk away from the Wayfield Mall! They've got a massive food court there! We could grab a burger or something."
"Not a bad idea," Marco said, "I'm starting to crave for a nice smoothie in this heat..."
The fox flicked his ears as if trying to fan himself with them, which caused Leo to chuckle.
"A fruity one?"
The fox flicked his tongue in the lion's direction, who simply rumbled good-naturedly before patting Crisp's shoulder.
"So what do you think, dude?" he said, looking down at the shorter boy, "feel like walking a bit more and then grabbing something to eat? And I suppose we could also look around the stores a bit, too, if you feel like you're up to it."
"Uh..." Crisp's tail tucked between his legs, "I'm not too sure..."
"Come on, we'll all help!" Lane snickered. "Remember, Marco is a stylist, after all!"
"Though generally the attire I come up with is meant to be both sexy and easy to take off..." the fox winked.
Crisp felt his cheeks warm up under the cheeky gaze and the suggestive words. He knew that the baggy T-shirt and the shorts staying barely up was not a very flattering get-up. The idea of getting some new clothes to replace the ones that were ruined previously was a pleasant one, though, especially if his new friends were going to help him out. He did have plenty of money saved up in his account, having put most of the money he'd made so far with his porn into the bank rather than spending it all in a mad splurge of shopping.
"Come on," Leo smiled to the wolf again, "it'll be fun! Gets you out of the house and you and have some fun, with all of us, too! Nothing like spending the afternoon shopping with your best friends!"
The wolf just stared at his toes again.
"Never really had friends like that, lol..." he mumbled.
The lion rumbled cheerfully and gave the wolf a one-armed hug, squeezing to his side and making Crisp blush furiously.
"Awww," Leo smiled. "Which means that we gotta have you catch up, shall we? An afternoon of fun shopping, hanging around, eating, drinking coffee...great! And since nobody has any work tomorrow, it's not like anyone is in a hurry, either..."
"Only to the food court," Lane commented while giving eyes at Roger, who let out a big bear grumble.
"Yeah, right," he said.
"Off to the mall it is then!" Marco put extra spring to his steps. "The last one at JCPenney's is last autumn's fashion!"
They watched the fox head down the street, bushy vulpine tail flicking about excitedly. Leo was snickering again.
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The mall was a true shopping paradise, an air-conditioned oasis of money spending, eating and lounging about, packed with furs who were out there with the same purpose as the small team of adult entertainers who'd just landed through the science fiction-styled sliding doors into the atrium. Cheerful shopping music was playing, window displays screamed of special offers and amazing discounts, and there were literally what looked like hundreds of furs mulling about, either simply to have a good time out or to check out the merchandise. The five young guys certainly didn't look out of the place among them, though perhaps they managed to project certain kind of exuberance, especially if you counted in Lane's excited chirping and Marco practically bouncing over to the shop directory to try to decide where to start his pilgrimage into the world of fashion.
"Where do you wanna start, Crisp?" Leo asked from the wolf. "There's so much to see, for sure."
"I want an ice cream," Lane said, "I really feel like one now...some nice chocolate and banana...maybe some mint..."
"I want something to eat," Roger said, "though I wouldn't mind an ice cream, either..."
"I want some too!" Marco butted in. "Whenever someone mentions ice cream, I just have to have some!"
"Sounds like that makes three ice creams so far..." Leo chuckled. "I guess I could be convinced. How about you, Crisp?"
"Uh, I guess," Crisp mumbled.
"You're so indecisive," Lane said, as he took the wolf's paw and gave it a tug. "Come on, let's get you an extra big one! Make your bones grow!"
They all snickered dirtily, which made Crisp to blush again, but he followed in tow towards the ice cream parlor, where the guys made sure to pile up a large portion of strawberry and chocolate ice cream for Crisp to enjoy from a small plastic bowl. It did make him feel better, the nice, slippery taste on his tongue, and the sight of Leo licking on his ice cream cone like a cub was certainly an amusing one, and oddly sexy, too, Crisp found out, as he felt a little bit of tension come upon his groin. He tried to shake the idea away; the idea of a public boner was as embarrassing as ever, and with so many furs around, someone would be bound to notice that the wolf's shorts could be bulging suspiciously.
"Looks like you're enjoying it!" Roger commented to Crisp, the bear himself busy at chomping away on an enormous cone of chocolate ice cream with at least four balls of the stuff piled on top of another in the big wrapped waffle.
"Yeah, lol," the wolf said.
"Of course he does," Lane giggled - his ice cream tasted of melon and passion fruit, "he's such a pup!"
Crisp started to blush again, but seeing the otter's smile, he realized that the comment was in no way unkindly. They were all just having a lot of fun, including him in the stuff, too, the jokes and the jabs they were always giving to each other. He felt kinda good, knowing that the guys were comfortable around him, and could make such jokes about him, too. It added a little bit of a wag to Crisp's tail, too, as they slowly wandered about the concourse, looking at the shows and chattering to each other.
"Well this is getting messy..." Marco complained after a while. His own ice cream had started to melt faster than he could eat it, and he had runny drops of vanilla coming down onto his paw. The fox didn't hesitate licking them up with that big, red tongue of his, a sight that made Crisp feel...definitely funny in his belly. He wondered whether it was the boys' raunchy talk and behavior or him himself working in the porn industry now, but somehow even the smallest things like that seemed to be...sexier as of late, Crisp thought. He hoped that the others didn't really notice that he was reacting in such a way, feeling more shy now.
"Heheh, awww, you got there before I could!" Lane pouted playfully.
"Hah!" Roger chortled.
"Why isn't anyone offering to lick me?" Leo asked.
"How'bout Crisp?" Marco winked at the blushing wolf.
Leo looked at the wolf and grinned.
"Hmmm..." the big cat began to purr.
Crisp's tail flicked nervously behind him, and he wondered whether they were in at it again, together, like the time they had made all sorts of naughty things to him under the table in that restaurant they went to after the porno shoot with Eric. He wouldn't put it past then.
"So who wants to shop?!" Marco announced once he'd devoured the rest of his ice cream cone, which didn't take very long for the cheeky fox with his big tongue and long muzzle that was like made for chomping down delicious icy goodness. "My credit card is having withdrawal symptoms from lack of withdrawals, hah!"
"I want some new sexy underwear," Lane grinned. "I wonder if that nice shop on the second floor has some new Adrian Kristopher thongs in stock..."
"Oh, do they?" Marco asked curiously.
"I saw the new models on their website and knew that I definitely want some!" the otter replied. "Especially the swimwear section...oh please..."
Leo chuckled and patted the otter's shoulder, lingering nearby.
"Anything on my size?"
"They make all sizes," Roger said, "of course they do."
"You need one of the models with the sexy bulge pouch at the front," Lane told while looking down at the front of the lion's boarding shorts.
"And an open back to show that butt," Marco giggled, "I only buy those nowadays...now that I've been working out some buns for myself...heh..."
Crisp's cheeks burned in such a shade of crimson under his furs that he really had to look away from the luridly chattering porn stars -
He regretted it instantly. Looking down the concourse, maybe thirty yards away, he could see Aiden and Kyle, two of his former roommates who had been on the front line really when it came to throwing Crisp out the frat house. The bear and the cougar looked gloomy, and especially pissed off about the fact that both of them had band-aids covering part of their faces and muzzles, and the bear's right ear was drooping as if it was still bruised from having been punched in the head.
A coldness appeared in the wolf's belly, replacing the nice, warm tingling that had been brought on by his earlier arousal. His tail tucked itself between his legs and he felt a shiver go down his spine, a bad one at that. His paws started to feel a bit slack and he almost dropped the plastic disposable ice cream bowl to the floor. The two burly frat boy were approaching them slowly, though the two looked like they had no worry in the world - unconcerned by the fact that they were investigated for serious violent crime, it seemed.
Crisp let out a whimper, his ears flat, the noise loud enough that Lane looked over to him, to wonder what was happening with him making such a sound.
"What's up, dude?"
Crisp manage to nod in the direction of the approaching frat boys, which caused Lane's own ears to flick with surprise.
"Fuck," the otter hissed, "guys..."
"Yeah?" Leo asked.
"Gay bashers incoming," the otter hissed, looking apprehensive.
The lion glimpsed down the hallway in the direction pointed out by the otter, and he too spotted the two haughty frat boys walking through the concourse.
"Shit," he said, "I think we better move out, guys, this is bad news."
"Yeah?" Roger asked.
Now they were all at it, gawking a little, before Lane grabbed Crisp's arm and gave it a tug.
"Come on, let's go to that store, they don't have to see us here..." he said.
The five porn boys moved through the open doorway and into the department store, out of the way so that when the two frat boys finally did pass the shop, they wouldn't really pay attention to anyone inside it, with so many furs already browsing the wares. Lane had the extra thought of pulling Crisp behind a display shelf of fancy sunglasses, and kept holding his paw for several minutes while Crisp whimpered and imagined the terrible possibility of being spotted by his ex-housemates again. Who knows what could happen if they saw him...even with the guys there, they might still try to rough him up some more before the security or something could stop them.
"I think the coast is clear now," Roger mused after a while. The bear didn't look too happy, even though he did try to break a smile for Crisp's benefit.
"Phew," Leo mused. "What a shitty luck, seeing those idiots around."
"Yeah, it sucks," Marco grumbled. "You okay, Crisp?"
"I guess..." the wolf huffed. "Just kinda...scared."
"Well we're not leaving you out of our sights now, you got that?" Lane told the wolf. "Right?"
"Damn right," Roger slapped his palm with his fist.
"Come on," Lane tugged the wolf's arm again. "Let's do some shopping, you definitely need some retail therapy now, Crisp!"
"Uh...okay, then," the wolf replied meekly.
"Well we're in here, might as well start to see what's going on here," Marco said," it's not exactly high fashion but..."
"Since when were you high fashion?" Leo teased the fox.
"Zing!" the fox replied while poking his tongue out.
"Come on, race you to the swimwear section!" Lane giggled to the wolf and set off after giving his arm a parting tug.
The wolf followed the otter's swishing tail, still a bit unhappy about encountering the frat boys once more, but at least his new friends were trying to make him feel better now, and he was super grateful for that. He couldn't believe how good it felt, having friends like that, the kind he could rely on, who really liked spending time with him and cared about him in their own way.
The cosmetics, the perfumes and the camera section were passed quickly, and the smell in the air changed, into something that definitely made Crisp take another sniff, too. They turned a bend on the sprawling carpeted walkway dividing sections of the store floor, and the scent intensified, passing shelves and shelves female underwear now, and suddenly...
...shoes, so many shoes on display, with piles upon piles of boxes stacked by the wall where the actual stock was kept, besides the display specimens. There were so many different types, colors and models, it was like there were more shoes than he'd even seen, though it was likely just an optical illusion, or a little quirk of mind by the wolf's psyche, Crisp thought mildly. Of course he'd been to many shoe shops before, but after losing his own in the fight, seeing so many shoes in one go was a true booster.
His steps stopped while Lane continued prowling along, through the shoe section, leaving Crisp behind as he was simply looking around everywhere, taking in the sights and the smells of brand new shoes, as private and special as any scent, something one could only really pick up in a place like this, where shoes lived before they were bought up.
The young wolf didn't even know where to start looking. There were so many of them, so many different kinds that trying to figure out a way to enjoy all of them was a weight on his head. He couldn't really explain it, never could have, his near-on obsession over footwear was just something he'd experienced almost ever since he could remember. He wasn't sure whether it was the scent, or the feel of slipping them into his paws, or how they brushed his toes when he walked, or curled those digits in them...what he knew was that it made his dick pop a boner, and this was not an exception, either, he was definitely boning up even now under his shorts, and starting to feel self-conscious about it.
He stepped over, quickly, off the way so that others wouldn't accidentally bump to him, and ended up in an aisle of various women's flats, different shapes for different species of course, even stocking some for hoofed folks, too. They weren't exactly his special interest, though the scent was nice, and he moved along pretty soon, looking for something he preferred the best.
It was a glimpse of white shoes with stars on them that set his heart racing a bit faster, and put his boner into an extra notch of hardness, when he reveled in the big CONVERSE logo sign on the wall and below it, the rows of his very favorite kind of footwear, displays so neatly...prettily...seductively, even, and put a smile to his face. Oh so many of them to fondle, to think about, and even better, knowing he had a four-figure sum on his bank account balance, that meant that he could easily afford a pair, or two, or three, even, to replace the shoes he had lost to the woes of mud.
He was zeroing in on a pair of lime green high tops when he felt a sudden touch on his arm, enough to make his tail bristle up and bounce with surprise.
"Hey dude!" Lane giggled, standing behind the wolf now, and facing him once the guiltily blushing wolf had turned about. "Was wondering where you disappeared before I saw your ears above the shelves, haha!"
"Oh..." Crisp's ears drooped, "Sorry, I didn't realize I wandered off...heh..."
"It's fine," the otter smiled, "what's up? Looking at some shoes?"
"Y-yeah..." Crisp said quietly. "Thought I'd give them a bit of a...look..."
Lane studied the display in front of them and smiled, rubbing his muzzle thoughtfully.
"Been a long time since I had Converses...must've been...junior high or something, they were black with flames on them, hah," the otter chuckled.
"Those are pretty cool," Crisp replied. "Not sure if there's any like that here though..."
"There seems to be about a dozen different designs here and even more colors here, wow," Lane smiled. "Seeing something you like? Didn't you wear something like...these?"
He pointed out a pretty pair of red and white high tops that made Crisp's belly leap pleasantly - they were identical to the sort that his ruined pair had indeed been, currently locked away in the police station as mud-stained evidence of the violence that had been committed against him.
"Uh, yeah," Crisp said, "but the police took them."
"Ah, yeah," the otter replied. "Shame, that."
"I'm just...uh...looking, really..." Crisp scratched his neck and tried not to think about his boner, "maybe buy something at some point...heh..."
"Anything you like!" the otter grinned. "You can buy anything that comes to mind, dude!"
"I guess..." Crisp meeped.
"You wanna keep looking around here or head to the guy's section?" the otter asked. "I saw Marco head there already, he was following us but I came back to find you!"
"Oh, sorry," Crisp began to apologize again, but the otter just chuckled.
"That's the point of shopping, Crisp, you just do whatever you like and look at anything you like and spend any time you like, too!"
"Well...alright..."
"Come on then!" the otter said. "I bet Marco can find you something really nice to wear!"
The wolf walked somewhat awkwardly, with boner and all, and joining Lane, they walked out of the sweet-smelling shoe section and soon reached the men's clothing area. It was spread on all directions, everything neatly arranged, with a bunch of furs browsing the wares about. Their arrival didn't go unnoticed by a certain fox, who hurried about, articles of clothing in his paws.
"Hey!" he grinned. "I found the most perfect CUTEST thing for Crisp, you have to try these on right away!"
"Uh..."
"Come on, come on!" the fox yipped. "It's just the cutest thing!"
"Oh, that's sweet!" Lane bubbled.
The two dragged the wolf over to the fitting rooms, a row of them, with folding doors upon each of them. Marco located one that was empty and opened the door.
"Come on, Crisp, you have to try this on!" he said, waving the shorts by the clothes hanger they were clipped onto.
"Now?" Crisp asked.
"That's why you're here!" the fox said.
Crisp stepped into the fitting room and expected the fox to hand him the shorts, but instead of that the fox - and the otter! - simply stepped into the box as well and Lane squeezed the door shut behind them.
"Wow, guys!"
"Plenty of room here for all of us!" Marco smirked. "And it's always more fun when you've got a style judge with ya..."
"It's a bit crowded here," Crisp said shyly.
"Heh, that's even more fun!" Lane winked. "Go on...take your shorts off!"
"Oh..." Crisp's ears flicked. "B-but I'm not wearing any underwear...lol..."
"We won't tell if you won't," Lane said.
Marco handed the shorts over to the otter and proceeded to tug his own waistband down to show Crisp the top of his sheath.
"And I'm not wearing any, either," the fox grinned before he tucked himself back.
"Lol!" Crisp yipped. "Guys..."
"Come oooon..." Lane pouted. "We know it's impressive enough!"
"Not that we're looking, really...just...heheh..." the fox said.
Crisp shook his head.
"You guys are naughty," he said.
"Are we?" the fox sounded innocent.
"A bit, yeah, I think," Crisp said.
The two giggled, perhaps too loud considering they were supposed to be covertly hiding in the fitting room along with the wolf, but they didn't seem to mind. Crisp decided that the only way to get out of the situation would to do what they had suggested him to do would be to try on the shorts, hence, he turned a little and began to pull down his own borrowed shorts now. He knew that the two other furs were watching intently, enjoying the little strip show - and turning away from the truly did nothing, since the big mirrors none the less gave them a sight of the wolf's swollen sheath and his dick peeking out from the top. Crisp felt his blush re-double.
"So...uh...shorts, please?"
"Here you go!" Marco clipped the clothes hanger off them and handed them over to the wolf. "Remember to try them especially for the fit...though I bet it'll be...pretty snug on all sides..."
Lane licked his lips, and Crisp let out a cute little meep as he took the offered garment and bent over to pull them on.
"Murr..." he could hear the fox comment.
Oh, boy, Crisp thought, gosh that.
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