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Character Name: Xander

Stats (0 points available. Rank 1-8, one point each. 9-13, two points each. Further, 3 points each. Bonuses are as follows.

0-4= no bonus 5-8=+1 bonus 9-12=+2 bonus 13-16=+3 bonus)

Strength: (Your physical strength, your ability to struggle free of physical situations, your ability to inflict blunt physical harm.) 9 (+2 on rolls)

Dexterity: (Your reflexes and agility, your ability to dodge, your chances of reacting before someone gets you.) 9 (+2 on rolls)

Intelligence: (Your brains and smarts, your ability to figure out puzzles, your chances of getting around a sticky situation.) 13 (+3 on rolls)

Constitution: (Your health and hardiness, your ability to take a hit, your ability to keep going, and - as the game goes on - your best friend in keeping possession away.) 10 (+2 on rolls)

Charisma: (Your persuasive ability, your chance of convincing people to leave you alone or - if you want - to join you. Can go up or down based on libido.) 9 (+2 on rolls)

Secondary Stats:

HP (Health points): 30/30 Independence (how much you control yourself, vs shoe control): 50/62 Libido (How far until you cum. Each orgasm takes away 5-10 Independence.) 40/50 Shoe Energy (tricks you can pull off with your shoes take energy, and sap independence) 30/32

You are Xander, a young husky that has gotten on the wrong side of the law. You have found yourself in court, charged with destruction of property, and with public indecency, numbering twelve counts. Despite your pleas for mercy, you are told that you will be sentenced to public works and labor for the next three years, and are assigned control shoes to maintain your obedience. You were to report to the local office to be properly assigned the next morning.

Were. You, instead, have been sent off to a nearby warehouse complex, currently inhabited by a number of thugs and gang members, ostensibly hirelings of a scientist who stole government property. Namely, the control device of your shoes.You have been promised leniency, possibly even a pardon, if you get it back before he establishes control of the device.

Currently, you stand at the edge of the complex, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and the glowing blue sneakers that were assigned the day before. You can feel them tingling against your feet, a constant reminder of the neural integration through your soles to the computers inside of the shoes. It allows you to be controlled by them, but also allows you access to the various devices in the shoes, from rockets to ink sprayers, and several other things in between. You know that you only have a limited amount of time before the device is found out, and before you need to get the shoes attuned, so that they don't take you over.

The clock is ticking, and you're still standing outside the barbed wire. What do you do?

/

//: Crouching, so as not to be observed by any of the thugs as easily, I begin to search for any chinks or gaps in the fence, where I can slip through undetected. I head right, hoping that I will get lucky. (end)

You spend a great deal of time crouching over, though you're not entirely sure why. The video game logic seems to work, despite the lack of things to hide behind or underneath, however, and the many different canine guards appear not to notice you. A good thing, too; most of them look to be armed with crow-bars at the very least, and you noticed one with a gun.

The fence looks to be in good shape, probably recently installed, but after about ten minutes of sneaking around, you find a joint in the fence. The metal bindings are tied together with zip-ties rather than proper metal joints. Looks like someone was trying to cut corners. You might be able to pull them apart, or the shoes might have something.

Then again, the fence isn't that high. You might try climbing, if you don't mind trying to weasel through the barbed wire. The guards are currently elsewhere, closer to the main warehouse building, and nobody seems to be watching you.

/

//: Taking my opportunity while the guards are elsewhere, I begin to slowly climb the fence, being VERY careful with the barbed wire on top. If it proves to be too difficult, then I will attempt to break the ties after. (end)

(Roll Dexterity, DC 14)

(17+2=19)

You successfully climb over the fence, not even losing a shred of your clothes to the barbed wire on the top. Your shoes let out a soft burst of hot air as you lower, letting you float down without injury or sound as you reach the ground again.

In front of you is a series of boxes and crates, with doberman and german shepard thugs moving between them. The muscled canines seem like they know how to fight, but you might be able to take them one on one.

In the distance, you can make out the big warehouse building that you have to infiltrate. It's at least four stories high, and the curved roof has a few silhouettes walking on it. You would guess that it is watched over by a fair number of guards. Whoever this guy is, he definitely has a lot of money to afford this many thugs.

You feel a tingle in your shoes, a few small zaps between your toes.

/

//: I pause, considering my options. If I can knock out one of the guards, then I might be able to strip him of his attire, and pass myself off as one of them... To this end, I wait until one turns his back, and starts to walk away, and I sneak behind him, waiting to surprise him when possible. (end)

You feel the shocks against your feet increasing in intensity as you make your plans, and by the time that you start sneaking up on a guard, you can feel that they are about to take you over for a brief time. It seems that the scientist in the warehouse has cracked the initial safeguards around the device, and is playing around with it.

(Roll constitution, DC 12, or fail deliberately)

(12+2=14)

You manage to subdue the need to march forward, though your legs move with more difficulty for a few seconds as you subdue the urges to follow orders. You sneak up behind the big doberman, who you notice is armed with a pistol at his belt. You are right behind him, and he hasn't noticed you yet. How do you plan to surprise him?

/

//: Acting fast, I strike at the back of his neck with a quick elbow, not enough to sever the spinal cord, but, aimed properly at the base of the skull, is enough to induce unconsciousness. (end)

The game world wonders if you are trained enough in martial arts to aim at this point.

/

//: Being on the wrong side of the law for a bit, I have picked up some tricks, but nothing close to formal training in the art. (end)

(Roll Strength, DC 17)

(17=2+19)

You manage to strike the doberman in the perfect place to knock him unconscious. He hits the ground with a soft thud, and his gun almost slips out of his pocket. It doesn't, quite, mostly because you manage to catch it in time. You notice that it's an old fashioned revolver, rather than a pistol, and is armed with three shots.

As you look around, you can see that nobody has reacted to the guard falling down just yet, but you can see a number of others further up. About four or five, currently in view, though there may be others out of sight.

Suddenly, you hear a soft crackle.

"Jerome, Jerome, come in. Hey. Hey, fucker, wake up. Jerome? Jerome?"

/

//: Thinking fast, I quickly strip the doberman of his leather jacket, putting it on as I take the revolver as well. I choose not to answer the voice of the questioner, as my voice would likely give me away. Instead, I ignore it, and move the thug as best I can behind some crates. (end)

It takes you nearly a minute to strip the doberman of his jacket, considering that he is completely dead weight and far from a small dog. The voice on the walkie-talkie continues to rant for half that time, before switching to giving orders to check out the gate, near where the doberman had been patrolling. You can see some of the silhouettes in the distance turning towards you and walking along.

(Strength roll, DC 14)

(1+2=3)

You are not strong enough to drag the doberman along, and you quickly give up in order to find a hiding place. You dart behind a series of crates, and sit down, listening to the approaching sounds of footsteps. You hear a few small grunts as the other thugs find the body, and the sound of them sniffing the air, likely trying to find out who was just here. If you peer over the crate, you can see four of them standing by the knocked out body, all either with their backs to you, or their sides.

You feel another tingle coming on from the boots.

/

//: Gritting my teeth as best I can, I try to ignore the tingles coming from my footwear, and instead try to edge away from the guards, and loop around towards the warehouse. (end)

(Constitution roll, DC 14)

(15+2=17)

You manage to ignore the tingles coming up through the neural connection, at least partially. It is much stronger this time, and you can feel that the tingles are only going to get stronger as time goes on. At the very least, you can resist the commands, but you couldn't resist a secondary effect this time around.

As you edge along the crates, your head down, you can't help but see a bulge forming in your pants, getting bigger as the tingles go on. Even when they subside, you are still very hard, and throbbing to the tune of your own pulse. It's very distracting, yet you still manage to get around the group and into the rest of the yard, ducking from one set of crates to another.

You are halfway to the warehouse when you hear a howl go up from the group behind you, and hear the thugs start running around. You can imagine that they've caught your scent.

/

//: Starting to panic slightly, I make like one of the guards, running around in the open, hoping that my stolen jacket is enough to fool them from a distance. As I do so, I head closer to the warehouse entrance, praying that it isn't heavily guarded... (end)

Unfortunately, your diversion only works so well. Yes, your jacket helps for a little while, but soon -

"Hey, he's wearing those gov sneakers!"

Yes, the blue glow of the shoes is quite visible in this night light, and soon you have at least half of the guards in the open chasing you right towards the warehouse. You can hear them getting closer and closer to you, and with their bigger bodies and their long experience keeping at arm's length from the cops, they are quickly catching up.

And yet again, as you come within a hundred feet of the warehouse entrance, you can feel the arousing tingles begin underfoot once more.

/

//: Startled by the sudden recurrence of the tingles, I stumble, losing my speed, and almost falling to the ground. Desperately, I try to activate something from the sneakers, the rockets, hoping to lose my pursuers inside the warehouse. It's not much, but it's my only chance I have! (end)

(Roll Constitution, DC 16)

(1+2=3)

(Roll Intelligence, DC 13)

(2+3=5)

The distraction of the tingles and your dangerous scenario must have made you lose control. Not only did you fail to resist the tingles, but the command refused to be accepted. Your only clue as to why was the message "GIGO" in your head, from the shoes.

You feel an immensely stimulating tingle run up your legs from your shoes, turning you around to face the oncoming horde of dogs. The pack surrounds you, a mix of dobermans and german shepards that look more than a little pissed off at you. Your face pales, even as your cock throbs up to full erection in your pants, pushed harder than you really like by the shoes that you're wearing.

Your feet step apart, making your bulge all the more apparent, and some of the bigger thugs look a little confused. One of them, however, smirks as he looks at you.

"Heh, what's got you so hard, huh? The gov making you come out as sluts now for your community service?"

(add libido, +10)

(Lose 5 Independence)

/

//: Gulping from my situation, I try my hardest to yank my feet free from the sneakers, but to no avail. Whoever was controlling them had me right where he wanted me... Desperately, I try to focus, hoping to find a way out of this... (end)

(Roll Intelligence, DC 15)

(16+3=19)

You desperately wrack your brain, not something that's entirely easy to do when you are surrounded by increasingly interested canines. You can see quite a few bulges growing around you, some of them big enough to be genuinely terrifying when you consider how big they'd have to be to make their clothes stretch so much.

As a clawed hand gropes your bulge, making you shiver, you finally get an idea.

You command the boots to fire the rockets again, and this time, the use of technology works. You go shooting up in the air -

(Roll Dexterity, DC 12)

(19+2=21)

• and somehow manage to keep your pants despite the doberman holding onto you back there. You shoot over the roof of the warehouse, and then come down with a clank as the tingles fade away. Your boner remains, but your body is once again under your control...

But how will you use it now that you're on the rooftop and being charged by two dragons, both of which look better trained than the thugs down on the ground?

/

//: Seeing no other option, I pull out the revolver, holding it in clear sight. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you!" I say, smirking. I had never fired a pistol in my life, but these guys don't know that... and if I can pull this act off, I might not need to... (end)

(Roll Charisma, DC 15)

(17+2=19)

Your bluff stops the dragons in their tracks. You can hear that there are others in the vicinity - your rocket boot move will not have gone unnoticed - but for the moment, it is just you and them on the top of the warehouse. The dragons slowly raise their hands, backing off two or three steps from you, giving you some space.

You can see that one of them - a blue scaled one - is standing on the hatch that leads down into the warehouse. You can also see that the hatch seems to be unlocked, and the windows around it don't show anyone on the ladder coming up right at the moment.

You can also feel your boner begging for attention, throbbing and oozing in your pants, making the front of the bulge start to get a little damp from all the tingles, and it doesn't go unnoticed by the dragons. The other, a red one, chuckles as he looks at you.

"You really think you're gonna hold out for long? How long you been wearing the sneaks, kid? You know what they'll do to ya?"

/

//: "Not if I get to the controls first! Now, you, blue, open that hatch! And you, stay right where you are..." I threaten, starting to walk to the hatch... (end)

You are halfway to the hatch - and both dragons are doing what they are told - when you feel that arousing tingle hitting you again. You can already feel your cock throbbing up even more, begging for attention, and you can feel your legs starting to lock up.

(Constitution roll, DC 17)

(16+2=18)

You barely power through it, the tingles getting so strong that you can barely stay on your feet. Your legs shake, and you can feel that the controls are trying to push you towards the dragons. Your eyes are drawn down to their crotches, and you can imagine just how big they'd be, how it might feel to show off for these big boys...

But no, you have to hold out. Your cock is begging for attention - and you swear, there's some tingles heading towards the back door as well - but you step forward, panting and red faced.

The hatch is open, but both dragons look like they're waiting for a chance to jump you if you so much as drop your guard for a second. And you will likely need both hands for climbing if you don't use the boots to help you get inside.

(Add libido +10)

/

//: Shaking my head, I plan to activate the sneakers in the same way that helped me over the fence... With any luck at all, I can make it down, and still keep the dragons away... but it is getting so hard to concentrate, with my lust starting to reach new heights... (end)

(Roll Dexterity, DC 15)

(17+2=19)

You slowly edge towards the open hatch. Edge. Not a word you want to think about right now, not when it feels like your cock is somehow getting jerked off by its own twitching in your pants. Your eyes feel bleary and your ears are filled with the sound of your own pulse, skyrocketing through your body.

But now is not the time. You make your way to the hatch, and leap inside, pulling it shut behind you. You fall a good twenty feet, and are saved by your sneakers at the last second. Do they feel tighter around your feet? You think they do, but you dismiss it as your imagination.

You're inside, finally, and that's the important thing. Now comes the hard part.

You hear thumping on the hatch above you as you look down. You're on the top floor of the warehouse, and you can see that there are a number of different locations here, from the makeshift barracks for the thugs on the bottom floor, to a swept-out balcony lab that seems to be the central part of the whole building. It is surrounded in glass, but you can just make out a gryphon inside, experimenting on something.

But then -

"Hey, what are you doing up here?!"

You turn, seeing a Rottweiler walking up the stairs. He hasn't seen your glowing shoes yet, and looks like he is prepared to treat you like one of the gang. He's also...rather undressed. He looks like he was getting ready for bed, and he only has a pair of briefs on, stretched and torn in various places. He smiles as he walks up. You have a few seconds to react.

/

//: Acting, I smile at the Rottie, hoping against hope that I can pull this off. "Hehe, sorry... I just got here today, and I guess I got a little lost..." I say with a nervous chuckle. "I was looking for the lab, think you could point me in the right direction?" I say, as I take a step towards the dog, while also hiding my sneakers behind a box nearby. (end)

(Roll Charisma, DC 18)

(13+2=15)

The Rottweiler, a thick bodied, somewhat squat individual, is nevertheless no fool. He pauses in his walk, looking at you, before he slowly gets a more calculating grin.

"Waaaaait a second."

He yanks himself up the stairs, and catches sight of the blue glow coming out from behind the box, and chuckles a bit to himself.

"I knew it...You're the one making all the noise, aren't you? And you don't want to see the lab. You want the stuff, huh? Well..."

You can see the Rottie's bulge twitch as he looks over you, a little bit of musk filling the air. He must have been rather pent up.

"Maybe we can make a deal...Boss ain't been paying me what I want. You give me something...I can show you how to get there. Bet you'd do it even if you didn't have to, though."

He squeezes his crotch, emphasizing what he means. That is quite a bit there, and you can just imagine how it might be to play with it. Particularly as - once again - the tingles start blasting through your soles, sending your dick a-throbbing again.

/

//: Seeing no other option, I nod, giving in a bit to the tingles, and slowly walking towards the Rottweiler... "Well... don't know what it's worth to you... but..." I slowly turn around, slipping down my pants, and display my tailhole to the dog. (end)

(Constitution roll, DC 19)

(11+2=13)

The boots suddenly send another powerful tingle through you, forcing your legs wide apart and pulling your asscheeks apart in the same way. Your arms go back, holding your butt cheeks to the sides so you can properly display your hole to the Rottie behind you. You blush as you feel him staring at you, knowing that your cock is hanging out past the railing, dangling, dripping down towards the lower floors from your own growing lust.

(Add libido, +10)

The Rottie comes up behind you, and you feel his big, thick hands rubbing along your ass cheeks. One finger, rough and a bit pointed, drags over your asshole, rubbing the twitching thing as the boots tease you more and more, bringing your lust higher and higher.

"Heh, usually I'd get a bit of lube for this. But we gotta be quick."

You feel him spit on your ass, using his finger to rub it in. It squelches as his finger slides into you, spreading you open, and he starts deliberately jamming your prostate, hard, like an executive rapidly hitting the call button for his secretary.

His cock slaps against your ass cheek, leaving a string of pre behind. The smell of his musk is much stronger now that he has taken off his underwear, and as his finger slides out of your ass, you can feel his cock taking its place. Lined up, it feels like it's at least as thick as four of your fingers together.

The tingles suddenly stop in your boots, giving you freedom, just as you feel he's ready to push in...

/

//: I smirk, giving in to my lust fully. "Well, then... if we gotta be quick, then best get to it!" I say seductively, steeling myself for the feel of that cock penetrating me... (end)

The Rottie chuckles at your insistence, and pulls you back onto his cock with a hard yank. He groans as he impales you on a thick shaft, your hole burning as you take something so big with nothing more than spit for lube. The thug barely seems to care about your comfort, since this was a deal you made to get somewhere.

However...

You are cruising on cloud nine, panting as you are finally filled. You are shoved so hard against the railing that your head and your cock dangle out into the open air, bobbing up and down as your thug Rottie starts pounding you hard and fast, his big balls hanging low and slapping loudly against your ass, almost a spanking between each thrust. You can feel him filling you, fucking you, claiming you with that thick shaft, and you can also feel his knot slamming into your hole, stretching you out even further.

He leans over you, smirking at you.

"You know, the boss...mmph...might just take ya...Come on down...give him the shoes...He'll get 'em off. Yeah, you'll be...mmmph...a fucking bitch...but I bet you want that..."

He grins, reaching around and squeezing your cock.

"Whaddya say? Wanna give in? Try joining us, and having some real fun?"

/

//: For a moment, I am undecided, about ready to refuse the offer, and try to escape again... but then, I remember the fun sensations that the sneakers were causing in me... even though they were distracting, I did enjoy them... and if this meant that I could be like this all the time... I was in.

"I-I... I accept... ohhhh... I'll s-surrender to the boss!" I gasp out, so close to release, so close I could taste it! (end)

The Rottie grins at you, licking the side of your neck.

"Heh, I knew you were a bitch...but you're a good bitch."

He pulls back a bit, his claws lightly digging into your hips as he suddenly slams forward, ramming his cock in deep. His knot slaps against your hole, even as the boots start tingling again. You can feel them charging up for something big, almost making your feet go numb as your pants fall down around your ankles.

His hand on your cock strokes you faster, harder, driving you back against his cock even as he gets you off. You can feel the Rottweiler's cock getting hotter and hotter, and your hole slicker and slicker with pre as he gets closer to the edge. His knot is not getting any smaller; if anything, it's bigger than your fist, and you're not sure whether you hope it goes in, or stays out.

At the last moment, the Rottie pulls out, choosing to splash his cum all over your ass cheeks, painting them white with his load as he cums. The sensation is enough to push you over the edge.

(Constitution check, DC 20)

(5+2=7)

And the sudden explosion from the boots, the shocks running through you, zap against your prostate and your cock at the same time. You shoot a load of cum right over the edge, some of the goo landing right on the lab glass, and you swear you can see someone inside turning around to look and see what's caused the sound.

You pant, your legs spread wide as a new, scaly finger presses against your ass. You turn around, seeing the dragons from the room, and see that they're just as hung - if not more so - than your recent canine partner. The Rottie chuckles.

"I think you can wait to surrender a bit. After all, these boys deserve a bit of your ass, too..."

And in the control of the shoes, you can only nod, lifting your tail to let them in too, and moaning right from the start.

(To Be Continued)