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"Something Watching Over Shoe"

It was a bright afternoon, the sun was shining down fairly hard for this late spring day, making it much warmer than it needed to be, but it didn't deter Crisp from his afternoon walk. The wusky sauntered along the sidewalk, his hands in the pocket of his red and white sleeveless hoody as his left pocket also held the MP3 player attached to the blue headphones that traveled up to his ears. He was generally paying attention to where he went, enjoying a cool breeze that every now and again washed over his face and made him perk up slightly at the feel as the drawstrings on his hoodie fluttered for brief seconds at a time. He was on his way to the gym to work out, it was a nice afternoon so he figured he would walk there instead of driving. That and the gym was only a couple miles from his place, it just seemed to make more sense.

Muffled noises came from a car as it passed him on the street. Someone's head leaned out and started yelling something at him. Curiously, Crisp pulled one of his earphones out. "What?" He asked loudly as the music's tracks still rang in his ears.

"I said your shoes are untied!" The fox shouted again from the car, almost his entire body was leaning out the window and pointing to Crisp's feet.

Crisp looked down at his sneakers, which were red and green in color with white accents and strings. The laces were dangling off to either side, dragging about six inches onto the ground. His green eyes glanced up past his eyebrows at the fox. "I know. Thanks though." He said.

"You're going to trip and fall on your dumb ass, you know that right?"

Crisp scoffed as the car then sped off, covering him in a cloud of dust and leaving him coughing as he tried to wave it away from his face. "Jeez. Some people." He said carelessly as he put his headphone back in and continued down into the park. The gym was just on the other side, and he was already taking the long way as it was, so a little cut through the woods seemed to be just about perfect. He made his way down the stone staircase and stuck his hands back into his hoodie. Not really paying attention he thumped into the back of a big wolf standing at the foot of the steps. "Oof!" Crisp exclaimed nearly tumbling off the last step and catching himself as the dark grey wolf wheeled around and glared at him.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" He yelled. His body seemed to inflate to be much more intimidating than Crisp's which, the stocky, barrel-chested canine would have found it hard to believe. He blinked and stammered for a second in surprise.

"S-sorry about that, it was an accident." He said.

"You know what? I don't really think you mean that." The wolf said with a growl as he stepped toward Crisp, punching his fist into the palm of his left hand.

Crisp jumped. "Oh come on!"

The wolf didn't give much chance for Crisp to explain and was suddenly after him. Crisp turned around and ran the other way. Running around the large fountain that stood at the park's entry and bolting off toward the woods. He ran straight off the path and into the forest, trying to avoid being seen by the wolf, but the branches and twigs snapping under his feet grabbed his attention and the wolf began to chase him deeper into the woods. Getting his bearings, Crisp figured the best plan of action was to get to the gym and hopefully take shelter for a couple hours until this guy cooled off and went home. He ran up the hill and burst through the foliage, narrowly avoiding slipping down a steep ledge on the other side. He turned and ran in the direction of the city again to try and get out of this green belt and back to civilization before he got caught.

Rushing through more brush, he found his way back to familiar grounds and trampled onto the concrete of the sidewalk on the other side of the woods. Turning around, he could see the wolf clearly making his way toward him. Crisp bounded across traffic, spinning to avoid oncoming cars and bouncing across the four lanes until he came safely across to the other side. Turning around, he saw the wolf burst through the treeline and search for him, quickly spotting him and trying to dart his way across the road as well. Stumbling back, Crisp's hand found the rails leading up the steps into the gym and he rushed up them, disappearing through the door quickly before the wolf could get another look at him. As he stepped out of the line of sight, he watched as the wolf ran past the gym and bolted down the street in search of him. Crisp let out a long resonating sigh before making his way into the gym's main lobby. His heart was still racing as he walked into the locker room and opened the lock to his own. He took off his hoodie, his shorts, shoes and gloves off and stashed them inside. He glanced around to see if anyone was there naked with him before beginning to unwind a bit. He hoped someone was watching him, he'd been feeling a bit pent up lately and jacking off wasn't really helping him relieve the tension. He got hard constantly and had little time usually to take care of it.

He pulled out another pair of sneakers, these ones colored white as well as a pair of blue shorts that almost matched his boxers and a pair of slightly used socks and a black tanktop shirt. He put the shirt on, then the shorts went on over his boxers. As he went to put his socks on, Crisp sniffed them briefly, enjoying the musky, tangent aroma before putting them on and slipping his shoes over them. He wiggled his toes, the shoes seemed to be a little tighter than usual. His feet seemed to have grown a bit since he started working out, but he hadn't had a chance to go have them let out or get a new pair all together. These were his lucky shoes, he'd had them since High School and wore them pretty consistently, but lately they'd just been feeling their age. It was time to replace them.

Crisp made his way out to the gym floor and began his routine; arms, legs, his core. Most of the things that could build him up. By the time he got to the treadmill for some cardio though, his body was done. It had been over an hour, surely the wolf would have been gone by now. He returned to the locker room, and again found there was nobody there to watch undress. He stripped down to nothing and slung a towel over his shoulder and walked into the shower area. As he turned on the water and let the hot fluid drain down his face and cover his fur in its warmth, Crisp couldn't help but feel horny again. He wasn't hard yet or anything, but the moment his hand touched his cock it immediately sprang to attention. He looked around again to be sure that nobody was watching and then slowly began to stroke himself.

His balls felt taut as his fingers slipped under the shaft to touch them. The shaft was smooth and pink and grew slicker as the water from above reached more and more of it. Crisp leaned his head back some and dragged his fingers from the base to the very tip again and again, feeling the heft of his wet tail swaying behind him. This was the moment he really didn't need anyone coming in to find him like this, he just needed a few moments more--

*Clang; btang!* He heard the door the locker room open, then one of the lockers being opened and immediately, Crisp stopped pawing. "Damn." He muttered to himself, his cock now aching for him to finish the job. Looking around, he saw three guys from out on the gym floor talking amongst themselves. There was no way he'd be able to do anything and them not notice. He continued to wash himself, running soap through his fur as he continued to try and conceal his very erect member. As it finally came back down, he noticed the three of them making their way to the showers. Quickly, Crisp turned his off and ran to wrap his towel around himself before they spotted what was going on. He was dried off before they finished with their own showers and was pulling a clean pair of red underwear on as they approached.

"So then she said to me that she's gonna have to think it over. I'm like pff! Well I'm out!" One of them said as the other two began laughing.

"Yeah, chicks am I right? Haha!" Another one chimed in before the third one slapped Crisp on the shoulder.

"Hey man, you agree or not?"

"Huh?" Crisp asked, pulling on his white shorts and buckling his belt. "About what?"

"Oh girls. They can be such a tease, then when you're ready to whip it out, they go all on and on about commitments and stuff, right?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess." Crisp said, not sure how to add to the conversation. The other three laughed again.

Not much else happened, Crisp bolted out of the locker room before the conversation went any further. He was still pulling on his hoodie when he made it out to the street, not really paying attention, he narrowly missed a shout of "HEY!" before looking up and seeing the wolf from earlier running toward him. Three smaller wolves running behind him, Crisp knew he was clearly outmatched and quickly vaulted over the banister and took off toward the woods again. He knew he wouldn't be able to get out to the park area easily with traffic and being chased, but the wusky knew that he had to lose his followers quickly. He jumped through the bushes and heard someone behind him yell "You're not going to get away this time!"

Crisp pushed through the brush and past the thicket, ignoring the tears he got in his shorts and hoodie from the sharp brambles. He was yanked back at one point and realized his sleeve had gotten caught on an outstretched branch. He turned around and grabbed his arm, trying to yank it loose, all the while hearing his pursuers closing in on him. "This way!" He heard one of them shout. "Over here!" Another voice sounded off. Closer, and closer they came and Crisp yanked much harder on his arm to pull it free. The limb finally snapped, and Crisp fell back two or three steps...

Down. Down. Down, he went. He had fallen over the embankment that he'd missed earlier. As his butt hit the ground, his body entered a bit of a barrel roll that was completely out of control until he slammed into a log at the bottom of the hill. Recovering quickly, he could see the shapes of the three wolves scrambling to make their way down and thinking fast, Crisp quickly darted around the logs and squeezed into the narrow opening in between them. It was dark and sticky under the logs, but he was out of sight. He could hear the wolves rushing by and running past the logs. Their footsteps thumped off into the woods and disappeared before Crisp decided to try and venture out into the open. His fur was caked with mud now, but it looked like his pursuers had vanished for the time being. He looked up the hill and groaned a bit, checking his arms and his legs for any damage. This was a very bad day for him, and he hoped things would get better soon.

As Crisp made his way back out of the woods and onto familiar paved roads the sun was already growing far to the west. It would be night soon and he realized he would need to get back. He reached into his pocket to check his player for the exact time and realized something was amiss; it wasn't there. Hurriedly he checked his pockets, but found none contained the device. Crisp moaned, it must have been lost in his fall and there was no way he wanted to go back into the woods to search for it. It was supposed to be a clear evening, he would just have to check it tomorrow. He scuffled his feet and kicked a rock as he made a turn down a familiar alleyway that was a shortcut home. He was still brushing caked mud off his hoodie when another shape caught his attention.

Looking up, Crisp's eyebrows popped upright. A pair of sneakers lay hanging from a wire stretched between the two buildings he was walking through: Red converse high tops dangled by the laces swayed in the breeze above him, Crisp gasped and looked around to see if anyone would have had the chance to claim the kicks. No one in sight, and the shoes weren't THAT high off the ground. He clung to a fire escape ladder and bounced up onto the lid of a dumpster. Stretching his arm up toward the shoes, he discovered they were just barely out of reach; only a few inches more and he would have been able to grab them. He grabbed the fire escape and stepped up a rung on the ladder and tried to reach them again, but found they were out of range this way too. He let air puff from his lips as he strained hard to reach them to no avail.

Suddenly, the shoes flung themselves from the wire and clattered onto the pavement below. Crisp was confused, he didn't feel any sort of a draft strong enough to knock the shoes loose on their own. Again, he looked around with an awkward stare on his face. Still seeing nobody around, he hopped back down to the street and picked them up. The shoes felt good in his hands, he bounced them back and forth on his palms with a hum of interest. They were balanced nicely, and in excellent condition. They even looked like his size as he placed the sole of his shoe up to the new one. His day went from bad to good all because of a pair of Chucks that happened to fall into his hands at the best possible time. Checking around one more time, but finding no one apparently looking for their lost sneakers he tucked them under his arm and made his way back home.

Crisp's apartment wasn't too shabby if he did say so itself. It was a studio, single bedroom with the living room and the kitchen joined together in the same main room. He already had his hoodie off as he wandered through the door. He stripped out of his dirty clothes and remained strictly in his underwear and socks as he placed the sneakers on the table to try and work out the knots out of the shoe's laces. The laces were an interesting color; a teal, or aquamarine color that really contrasted the cool styling of the sneakers. Taking a knife, he carefully slipped it between the knot to try and loosen it. With a breath of expertise, he pushed the small tip of the knife inward and began to pry it upward. Finally it began to loosen, pinching his fingers at the knot he was able to finally pull it free and the laces came undone.

Aside from the knotting, the shoelaces were practically perfect too; there was little to no wear on them or the shoes themselves. "Who would throw out a perfectly good pair of shoes like these?" He asked. "These are really nice!" He turned the shoes over in his hand and spotted a tiny sticker right on the inside of the right sole. "A.D." He read. "Huh, wonder if that's the name of the guy who owns these things." He pondered before putting the shoes down and feeling the mud caked in on his face. "Oh yuck, I didn't know I was in such a mess." He said. "I guess I should take another shower." He said as he scooted away from the table, leaving the sneakers in plain view as he stepped out of the room and moved to his bedroom.

Crisp stripped down to nothing and tossed his socks and underwear into his hamper, laying his shorts and hoodie out on the bed to be washed shortly. Walking into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and just placed his hand under it before he heard a thump from the next room:

*Thump! Thump!*

Curious, Crisp stepped out of the bathroom and peeked out the door of his bedroom to see if someone had come into the apartment, but the door was closed and no one was in the other room. Curiously enough though, the sneakers he'd found had fallen off the table and landed in the living room. He walked out and stared at them before picking them up and placing them by the door with his other pair. "Weird..." He said to himself, shaking his head as he returned to the shower. The water felt good after a hard day, getting covered in filth he could only stand and stare as he watched the dirt and mud swirl down the drain and out of sight as he sighed and played with himself a little bit.

*Thump! Thump! Thump!*

The sounds from earlier were suddenly heard again and Crisp froze completely still as he did so. *Tap Tap Tap* It sounded like someone was walking across the tile floor of the kitchen which was just outside his bedroom. Crisp ran water over his muzzle as he listened, cleaning it of the mud that was a solid streak across his face. *Tap! Tap!* Something was tapping on the door to his bathroom and quickly, Crisp tore open the shower curtain and looked at the door; nothing was inside the bathroom, the door had been closed and Crisp suddenly forgot if he'd left the door open or closed when he got in the shower.

Turning off the water, Crisp stepped out and began to dry himself off when the sound of tapping could be heard quickly retreating from the door. Jumping to the door and pulling it open. Only his shadow was flung across his bedroom carpet. He poked his head outside and looked around, but nothing looked to be out of place. "Hmm." He pondered aloud as he rubbed his face into his towel, confused at what he was hearing. He stepped out of the bathroom and checked outside the door to his bedroom, pursing his lips as he passed his gaze over the living room. The only thing that struck him as odd is that he didn't remember which way he'd faced the shoes, as they were facing toward the door now, and one of them had fallen over. Returning to the room, Crisp put on a new pair of red underwear and a new pair of socks, enjoying the feeling in them as he curled his toes against the carpet. He got up and made his way out to the living room and picked up the shoes from the door, still investigating them as he sat down and looked over them. He wondered if they would fit, and without hesitation he put the left shoe on.

It fit perfectly, his toes were just about half an inch or so from the end of the shoe. It was wide enough for his large feet and fit perfectly at the heel. Though to his surprise the shoe seemed warm against his foot. Like it had just been worn. He shrugged and casually pulled the other shoe on. That too fit well and Crisp giggled, surprised and happy with this sudden change of luck. He tapped the balls of the shoes together lightly and stood up in them. After bouncing around for a few moments he seated himself again and grabbed the controller to his TV and turned it on.

Just as Crisp settled into his seat for a nice warm evening in, he felt something odd. His feet were growing warmer and warmer as they rested in the sneakers. It wasn't an uncomfortable warmth, it felt good, but it was just noticable and noticibly changing how the warmth reacted to his feet. It felt like they were being worn by someone else all of a sudden, like the warmth was someone else's body heat and it confused him. Crisp reached down to untie the shoes, but found in his confusion that they avoided his grasp. One went one way and the other moved the opposite way. Crisp wondered if maybe his feet slipped on their own, but he tried again, and again his shoes moved, clapping together without his command. "What in the?" He asked himself. Reaching down again, he took one of the laces and pulled at it in order to loosen the shoe and take it off, but for some reason the lace wouldn't pull and the ties wouldn't come undone. He tried again, this time with the left shoe. Then with both shoes. They were reacting the exact same way. "WHOA!" He shrieked as the shoes then pulled apart and Crisp found his legs spread and lifted up over his head. "Talk about a fresh pair of shoes!" He said in his surprise, trying to not express his fear at the situation. His knees pushed back toward him, pushing a bit against his stomach and he felt some sort of a pressure against his underwear, like someone was trying to press something into his backside. This made him shriek in surprise and he tried to move away. Getting up, he knew the best solution was to cut the shoes off of him, even if it would hurt. He tried to run, but the shoe laces quickly tied themselves together and sent him to the floor. He tumbled and rolled, landing against the wall upside down before realizing the shoes had somehow undone themselves and were now sitting upright by the table.

Then something began to appear; it looked like a blurry vision at first, but as he watched, a rather largely built wolf appeared. He looked a little bit like the wolf from earlier, but his shoulders were broader and his torso was a bit more 'v' shaped as he glanced down at the wusky with a wide grin across his face. He was wearing nothing but the shoes he was standing in and a pair of socks that had materialized above them. He had a thick cock that hung low, which was getting harder and harder as he stood there staring at Crisp. "Wh-who are you?" Crisp managed to ask after a moment of staring before turning right side up again.

"The name's Alex Denim." The ghost replied. "Nice to meet you, cutie."

Crisp felt his face flush. "C-Cutie? What are you talking about?"

"Well, you see. These shoes were mine when I was alive." Alex explained. "Until someone hung them from an electric wire that is. I tried to get them back and got quite a nasty shock. So now I come back to have fun with anyone who steals my shoes. Whether constant practical jokes or--" Crisp managed to stand up, but immediately found himself pinned to the wall by the wolf, whose arm was wrapped around his waist, a deceptively hot breath of air washed over his ear. "Or 'other' things." He chuckled.

The ghost's fingers traveled along Crisp's waistband before diving into his underwear at the front, grasping the wusky's cock with one and dragging them partly down past his ass with the other. "Mmmmm I like a nice pair of undies, Crisp. And these fit you so well..." He purred as he nibbled on Crisp's neck, making him moan as he immediately sprang to life feeling the wolf's warm shaft rubbing against his ass like the meat of a hotdog in the buns. He bit his lip softly and felt the wolf's exploratory feels. "It's been so long, so very long..." He moaned as he gyrated and pushed against Crisp's ass, his tip growing dangerously close to the canine's tail and the hole that resided under it.

Crisp moaned. "S-stop this..." He said. "How--how do I get you to not haunt me anymore?"

"Oh that's not as fun. I think I could get used to this." Alex said grinding even harder now and allowing Crisp to feel the fur of his belly as it rubbed on his back. His hands dragged down on Crisp's underwear, pulling it down toward his thighs before he turned the wusky around so that his back lay flush against the wall. Crouching down, the wolf grasped Crisp's shaft in between his fingers and lapped off the precum that had dripped onto it. He then grabbed it again and drove the flesh straight into his mouth.

"Mmm! Ohh!" Crisp gasped as he felt the warm muzzle tighten around his shaft. At this rate, he wouldn't last very long. He could feel the wolf's maw tighten around his cock and his fingers still continue to caress his balls and his ass, which was still partly covered with the red fabric of his undies. Crisp loved this, but he knew exactly what he needed to do; he would play along, and when Alex returned to his shoes he would return them... but he needed to find the best time for that.

"Mmm...." Alex moaned as he thrust his lips along Crisp's member sloppily pulling it into his mouth and letting it slip and fall out wetly again and again. He took the shaft into his mouth and surprised Crisp, who realized that there was no back to this, no end of the tunnel. If there was, his cock was passing through the back of Alex's head. Cautiously, Crisp grabbed the wolf's head and pushed himself in deeper and deeper. Each thrust driving him closer to his own orgasm.

"Nnnnhh....nnnhhh..." Crisp's moaning grew louder as he continued to fuck the ghost's muzzle, feeling every inch of it as though he was having fun with a flesh and blood person; but he wasn't, and as right as this felt, it also had a degree of 'wrong' that Crisp couldn't possibly make up for. "Oh god! Ahhhhhh!" He cried out as suddenly he felt himself cumming. He grunted and grabbed Alex's head, pulling him in as close as he can before suddenly letting loose into the wolf's muzzle. He looked down at Alex, who was passionately enjoying the spunk, and he watched as it shot clear through his head, or began to drain down his semi-transparent esophagus and downward. After a few seconds more of twitching, Alex finally released Crisp's phallus and stood up. "Th-that was... hot." He admitted between breaths.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." Alex grinned as he abruptly turned Crisp around and again began to tease him, dragging his cock along the cleft of the wusky's ass. Crisp could feel it growing moist and draining seed down the cheeks, somehow this ghost that wasn't alive was making some pretty big and real messes. "Mmmhhh!" He groaned and grunted as he finally found his target and pushed the tip of his shaft into the wusky's smaller, but durable tail. He moaned and clenched at the wall, panting loudly as he felt the ghost penetrate him. The moisture made it so that lube wasn't needed, and Alex slipped and popped into him as easily as butter. He clenched and cried out, moaning into the wall as the ghost began to plow into him, slapping his shaft between them with a loud, wet striking noise. Crisp began to moan, Alex began to moan. It was no wonder that Alex was so good at this it would take a long time to clean up this mess as if it were happening between two mortal men.

"Mmmhmm! MMMM!" Alex grunted and growled as he pushed in even harder and faster, lifting one of Crisp's legs. To Crisp's surprise he saw his own sneakers resting on his feet; completely clean and dry without a spot of mud on them. This got him going hard again, and before he knew it, he could feel himself on the edge of cumming once again. This time as Alex penetrated him with all his strength.

Crisp came first again, suddenly crying out as his cum shot past him, splattering onto the wall as his unencumbered cock flicked and threw cum around like it was confetti. He curled his toes wildly as he came, penetration-forced cumshots were incredibly hot for him and this one he didn't expect coming. He nearly collapsed forward when he heard Alex give out a strained cry and he too came, seed suddenly flooding Crisp, filling his stomach, then vanishing like it never happened at all. After a few minutes, the two of them collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily as they came down from their moment together.

Eventually; after the floods subsided, and Crisp could sit down again, Alex sat with him. Panting and enjoying the moment as he played with himself again. "Don't you ever go soft?"

Alex shook his head. "Nope, not really. It's inconvenient though. I guess if you keep me around we're going to have to do this at least twelve or thirteen times a day.

"Twelve or thirteen times?" Crisp asked. "Then how do you ever rest?"

"Kind of like a genie in a bottle man. I just recharge in my sneakers a little bit and I'm good to go an hour he said as he clapped his hands together and then vanished into the sneakers.

Falling back some and breathing deeply, Crisp slid down the wall staring at the sneakers sitting before him. The thought, the idea of having a ghost to play with seemed interesting, but he didn't want to disturb Alex right now. He yawned and looked at the time, it was getting close to his bedtime and he was feeling particularly exhausted. He would have to get back at those wolves tomorrow if he saw them again. As he went to bed, he turned off the lights and looked back at the shoes, which were now giving off an eerie bluish glow. As he laid down and closed his eyes, a smile crept across his face.

Waking up some hours later, Crisp realized that his sheets had been pulled away and he was lying flat on his bed with his underwear still on. Looking down, he could see the shoes on his feet, having been given a life of their own, their laces had slowly crept up and under the leg holes of his undies and were playing with his cock, a massive erection pushing the fabric of his waistband back past his cock tip leaving it exposed in the low lighting. He could hear Alex's faint chuckle echoing through the room... it was creepy... yet enjoyable.

THE END