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Super Sneakers for FriskeCrisps by Draconicon

It was with a crash and explosion that the Star Sneakers hit the Earth's surface, though the fire only burned for a minute before fading away under the power of the sneakers. They leaped out of the crater, and hurried away from the landing site, their soles slapping loudly against the earth as they looked for the champion they needed.

Unfortunately, even that little bit of time was too much, and they were pursued immediately by the thugs of one Psion-Tist, a man who had harnessed the power of the mind and the power of science for his own ends. The wolf wanted the power of these strange things in his control, and he wanted them now.

The Star Sneakers fled, their strange senses pushing outwards in desperate search for one that would help them, for only a strong host could harness their power properly, and give rise to the one that they sought to make: Sneaker-Star.

Crisp shook his head as he walked down the street, the young college student thinking back to everything that had happened that day and wondering how it had all gone wrong.

It must have started with his shoes, the wolf thought as he looked down at the ratty shoes that he'd been wearing for the day. His others had been almost completely ruined by a freak flood in his house, and wearing them had been his last choice. Still, it was better than going barefoot, or at least so he'd thought at the time.

It turned out that people stopped taking him seriously, and he couldn't do anything with any confidence. He didn't know why, but he must have relied on them too much. He shook his head. He'd just have to get a new pair...hopefully one that had a good deal on them.

Crisp turned into one of the nearby alleys, planning on getting a shortcut on the way home. He managed two steps before something slammed into his chest and knocked him right over.

"Oof!"

As he hit the ground, he heard something above him. They didn't quite sound like voices, but he couldn't think of anything else they might be. After all, it wasn't like he could hear thoughts, was it? That was comic book stuff.

Oh great, this is what we felt? He's a bigger loser than the guys chasing us.

Yeah, but it's not like we have a lot of choice right now. He's the last thing that they'd expect.

Yeah, and...I guess we could control him. Not our job, but it's probably gonna need us to do it. Little loser won't know how to use us, otherwise.

Decided, then. You get the left, I get the right.

"Wha - HEY!"

Crisp finally pulled his head off of the concrete at the feeling of something tugging at his shoes. It wasn't like he had much attachment to them, but they were the only pair he had until he could get something new. He wriggled, pulling his legs back, only to freeze as he felt something loop tightly around his ankle.

Freeze. Just hold still, and let us get this done.

Yeah, just a few seconds, and we'll be done. And you'll get a reward you really don't deserve, you faggy little freak.

"What -"

He looked down, and saw what was going on. It was so shocking that he couldn't even find words for it, let alone anything to say.

It wasn't people taking off his shoes, but another pair of sneakers. They were red and white, with a little black thrown into the mix, but their laces were bright green, almost like lasers. They were also moving on their own, dragging his shoes off of his feet with hard yanks, the mouths of his old shoes dragging down over his heel and then off of his foot. It was done so fast and so hard that his socks actually burned a bit at the feeling of friction going over them.

But that wasn't all. As soon as the sneakers were off, the strange shoes - high tops, he realized - pulled themselves towards his feet. Their laces wrapped around his ankles, and they started pulling themselves onto him. The sensation of their strangely smooth insides running along his feet was...different, and he blushed as he started throwing a boner in his shorts.

Oh gods, look at this guy. Is he really -

Fuck, he is. He's getting hard because of us. Man, we really know how to pick 'em, don't we?

"What's going on? Who's talking?"

We are, you little idiot. Geez, you'd think that you'd never seen an alien before.

An alien? The very idea was utterly ridiculous, but...but he was having his feet taken over by a pair of shoes that seemingly were talking to him. He slowly lifted one of them off of the ground as it started tying itself on, the laces of green light looping over one another and sliding against itself before it made a tight knot.

They went still as they tied themselves together, and the wolf slowly pulled himself to his feet. He looked down at the shoes, and lifted one foot off of the ground. Despite wiggling his foot around, they made no more sound, said nothing else.

"What the hell...How -"

"Hey, you there!"

He froze, slowly turning around to see a crowd of ten different guys. They were all dressed roughly, with leather jackets and more than a few of them carrying baseball bats or other clubs. They looked him up and down, and the rat at the front chuckled.

"Looks like we found 'em, boys."

"Found what?" Crisp asked, backing up. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, pup. You got the shoes that the boss wants. You want to get out of this without a beating, you're gonna take 'em off and hand 'em over right now."

"But -"

"Or we can do this the hard way. We've been chasing those things for an hour, and we've got a LOT we could do to work out all our frustrations."

Crisp could see that. The small gang were well-armed with various weapons, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to outrun them. New shoes or not, he knew that they would be faster than his out-of-shape self, and he knew that he'd only embarrass himself, and hurt himself, by trying. He nevertheless backed up, holding his hands out in surrender.

"Just, just gimme a minute. What's going on? I don't understand, what -"

"You got five seconds, boy. We ain't - what the fuck?!"

Crisp had the same thought. The laces of the shoes lit up again, and suddenly extended. They wrapped around his wrists, and one of his hands was forced up in the air.

Okay, you wanna live through this, you little freak? Do what we say.

"What -"

Just do what we say. Right now, say "Sneaker Sparkle Power! LACE! UP!

"I can't...that's so -"

Do it, or we can't help!

He glanced at the shocked group, and saw that they were starting to get over the surprise. He wouldn't have much time once they had recovered. And if the alien things could help...He blushed, but he didn't see any other choice for himself.

"S-Sneaker Sparkle Power! Lace! Up!"

That was weak...

Still, he said it. Let's get to work.

A green light flooded out from his hand, and his clothes seemed to melt away. His shirt was taken away, and his jacket was reduced down to something that would look more at home on a boy toy than as a legitimate bit of clothes. His pants shortened and shrunk down to nothing more than a speedo, one that showed off his bulge like crazy. And it was a bulge, that was for sure, as it was getting bigger and bigger as he realized that he was exposed to the crowd.

They were giggling, too, he just realized. Crisp's face burned at the thought of having his excitement shown to all of them, but there was no stopping it. It was out there, and he was just getting harder and harder. The rat laughed as well, and waved his hand.

"Alright, boys, looks like we're taking it from him."

Fat chance, one of the aliens thought to him.

Yeah. This loser might be a sucky fighter, but you're not getting us. We're more than strong enough to deal with you.

His hands moved without his consent, but he didn't complain as the laces suddenly extended, snapping out with whip-like speed against the group. Two of them - a gorilla and a lizard - were smacked right in the face, and fell on their backs right away. The others backed up, looking more warily at him and the writhing laces that extended out from his hands.

Crisp had no idea what was going on, but he wished that the shoes weren't stretching his legs so far apart. Every time they moved, his bulge wobbled up and down that much more, showing itself off to the group that much more. He blushed as his cock finally reached full erection in his shorts, and he swore that it was starting to ooze a bit.

Several of the gang charged him, but the shoes moved him out of the way, snapping the laces out as the group passed by. They yelped as the whips lashed over their asses, nearly cutting through their clothes and exposing their rumps.

Heh, amateurs.

Let's have some fun.

"Oh crap..."

The fight continued for nearly ten minutes, and by the end of it, all the thugs had been knocked out except for the rat. Crisp, on the other hand, was out of breath, and right on the edge of orgasm. His cock throbbed so hard, and he couldn't think, couldn't speak. All he could do was think of how horny he was, and how humiliated he was to be like this, his boner bouncing around. The rat spat on the ground, panting as he was restrained by the laces.

"Can't believe...I was beaten by a...boner boi like you...pervert."

Pervert, huh? Well, true, but we got a thing for you.

Oooh, I've been waiting to use this. Wolf! The laces pulled the rat closer. Say "Cosmic Climax."

"I..."

Say it!

"C-Cosmic...Climax."

It hit him like a truck running down the highway. His body orgasmed without him knowing, and a blast of green and white light shot right out of his crotch. The rat went flying off into the sky, and he hit the ground, panting and shuddering as pleasure coursed through him.

Just before he blacked out, he saw that his clothes were completely gone. All that remained were his shoes.

Somehow, his cock throbbed harder at the thought of this new humiliation before he went unconscious.

The End