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Luck Me A Man Tonight

The bar, a wondrous place to go any time of the day. Some people went to forget their woes, the daily toils of work, drowning away sorrows, old and new alike under the steady streams of alcohol. Other went to socialize, to get together with friends and share a buzzed night of laughter, drunken hijinks and moist often some regret in the morning once they woke up to discover their Facebook page covered in pictures of their drunken endeavors. Then there was me. As much as I liked to spend the night with my friends, playing darts, pool and rooting for that night's favorite football team, I wanted a little bit more.

I went to go find someone, not someone specific, but just someone new. I didn't exactly know why I wanted to meet someone new, I just wanted to. It could have been that I had grown tired of seeing the same faces everyday at work, as friendly as those faces were. Maybe I was just adventurous, but whatever the reason that drove my brain chemistry, I found myself stepping outside into the cold death throes of winter alone one night.

"I hope it doesn't rain." I breathed into my fingerless gloves as I stepped away from my locked apartment door. Wisps of fog floated up my from breaths, squeezing between my closed fingers that were cusped around my white and dark gray muzzle.

I blew a few more times before setting off into the night. I passed a few other door, decorated with frilly pink and hearts for next weekend. I was never much into Valentine's day, it felt too lovey dovey for me and it was really just a Hallmark holiday to make money off of. Not that I had an issue with it, it just wasn't my thing to celebrate, but others did which made it easier for me.

Going out on Valentine's day itself was too much of a risk. In my view, it made me look desperate and I imagine that it would be the same to everyone else. Getting a date a week before was optimal, then we could go out on Valentine's Day. I could go out any week, but if going out on Valentine's day made the date happy, then so be it, it was just another weekend to me.

It was already dark out, the days were getting longer, but it still felt like a winter night. Snow, fallen months ago, but piled into massive banks, still lined the road and frost was already beginning to form on the ground, refreezing the water that had been melted during the sunny day.

I kept up a nice brisk pace, my red sneakers moving me swiftly down the last set of stairs of the apartment and outside where I was hit with a burst of cold wind. I tucked my ears tightly to my head and my tail wrapped around my leg to conserve my body heat. I was already beginning to think about just turning around and heading back inside and calling it a night.

There was a nice warm bed just waiting for me and if I didn't get a date, well I could sit myself in front of the television. I already had Valentine's day off, just by chance. I normally worked these holidays for the extra cash, but enough people had wanted it off that the shop just going to be closed for the entire weekend.

"No." I shook my head. No more days of just sitting alone in my apartment. Everyone else had dates, even Marco and that ferret was the most socially inept person on the planet. I couldn't be the odd one out, even if I personally didn't find the appeal of having a date of Valentine's Day, enough people I knew did care that I couldn't afford to let them have that kind of bragging rights over me.

Rubbing my gloved paws together, I threw my hood over my head and fished my ears through the slits and crossed the half full parking lot and got onto the sidewalk next to the street.

Traffic was light. It was late enough that anyone who was working had already gone home and anyone still out was going to the bar just like me.

The bar wasn't far. Not much was in Stowe, the town was small, sitting in the Appalachian's. The only reason why it took any amount of time to get anywhere was due to its strange shape.

I wouldn't call a crescent moon a bad shape, it looked good on a map, but it wasn't smart. The town had a chuck bit out of it by the woods since those woods were technically private property.

In the center of such woods was a mansion, old, run down and least of all haunted, but that's a whole different story. Tonight I just needed to get to the bar.

It was about ten minutes after I left that I spotted something on the side of the road next to the gutter. It must have been the way the street lights were shining because I saw the glint of something metal. My first thought was that it was a piece of garbage, a soda can or maybe a candy wrapper, but those don't give off a golden sparkle.

"What do we have here?" I walked over. It was a coin, not just a quarter, but some kind of golden coin. I didn't know if it was real gold or not, but the strange color and the abnormally large size, it was like a half dollar, got me interested enough to pick it up.

The coin was heavy for its size as it sat in my paw and the side facing me had the image of a four leaf clover on it. The reverse side held the same.

"Hmm, must be someone's lucky charm." I snickered and turned the coin over in my hand. "Not so lucky to have lost this." It was mine now and if someone came looking for it, I guess that it wasn't their lucky day.

Thinking nothing more of the coin, I pocketed it and went on my merry way.

The bar was crowded, jam packed full of people and the mood was upbeat. I didn't understand immediately, but the television that littered the airspace above everyone quickly set me right.

"That's right." I nodded and moved through the crowd, looking up at the sports announcers who were talking about the upcoming Super Bowl. I should have known. I did know, but somehow the fact that the biggest game of year was tomorrow had somehow slipped my mind. Shows you how much of a fan I was.

It was ironic that it was Broncos versus the Panthers since both teams were notorious for only have one member of their team being either a horse or a panther, their quarterbacks. A lot of people made a big fuss about it became obvious it would be the two teams, but that was how it was, they were the best this season. It didn't matter that the teams used to be made exclusively of horses and panthers, that was years ago, before the non-discriminatory laws.

That wasn't important, I wasn't here to watch some old men debate about who was going to win.

I didn't rush in, instead I somehow found an empty seat right at the bar. Lucky I suppose, with so many people around and so few seats. I ordered a cheap beer and sipped on it as I looked around the bar.

There were plenty of people, plenty of good looking people. A stallion was showing off his skills at the pool table, his muscles bulging under his shirt that was one size too small to show off his biceps. A deer with an impressive rack, not those kind, but eight points of perfectly symmetrical antlers. He was across the bar in one of the booths, but there was an issue. They were surrounded by females, absolutely swarmed. The stallion had a mare holding onto his waist as he hit another ball into the socket. Plenty of others were crowded around the table. It wasn't much different for the buck, he had his own harem of does around him. I needed someone more available and male.

"How's it going?" I turned, drink in hand to see that a red and white wolfress had taken the seat next to me. "What's a strong wolf like you doing her at the bar all alone?" She had a warm smile and a small tank top. What's with people and wearing clothes that were too small?

Not wanting to be rude, despite not being interested, I smiled back. "Just getting out of the house for the night." I shrugged. I wasn't going to flirt, hoping that she would get the message eventually without being hurt. "Can't spend every night cooped up inside."

"I understand." She seated herself more comfortably on the bar stool, wagging her lush, conditioned, red tail behind her. "Must be lonesome there." She raised two fingers to the bartender, not even specifying what she wanted.

"I guess." I shrugged again. I didn't want to tell her to go away. I wasn't that kind of person, but every second that I spent here with here was a second of this quickly fading night that I didn't get to spend looking for someone that I wanted to be with. If that someone was even here tonight.

The drinks were served and she offered me one. I took it. Not about to pass up a free drink. They were shots of what looked like bourbon or whiskey, something caramel in color.

"Rooting for anyone tomorrow?" She asked, sipping from her drink. "I'm personally a fan of the Panthers." She didn't wait for a reply from me and I didn't complain. I wasn't rooting for anyone. "At least if I had to chose between them or the Broncos." She paused for a moment. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Natalie." She stuck out a paw, facing downward as if she were royalty and I was to kiss some ring on her finger.

"Uhmm. Crisp." I took her hand and shook it lightly. She giggled, which I had to admit it was kind of cute, sexual preference or not.

"Pleasure." She waved for more drinks even though I hadn't even really looked at mine so I quickly downed the entire shot. It was most definitely whiskey and boy did it burn on its way down, forcing me to cough into my sleeve.

"Yeah... pleasure." I said between coughs and blinked away a few tears that had formed at the edges of my eyes. I was by no means a lightweight, I could down a few drinks, but not in one gulp.

Somehow I managed to get myself into a conversation about football. By conversation, I meant, she talked and ordered drinks. Drinks, drinks, drinks. Scotch, whiskey, bourbon, all kinds of alcohol went past my lips and I was getting tipsy, but still aware of my precious time being chatted away. Now don't get me wrong, she was nice and I wouldn't have minded hanging out on another day since I don't think she was hitting on me. She made no real advances, just talked and every once in a while she would glance past me.

I should have looked at what she was looking at or I would have seen that it was that stallion by the pool table and I would have seen him coming over.

"What do you think you're doing." A rough hand gripped my shoulder and spun me around in my seat. My drink, I wasn't sure what it was, spilled from my hand and right across the pants of one mean looking horse. The brown stud with white speckles running down his bulging neck was glaring at me.

"I'm talking to you fuzzball." He took a step closer to me, hand still on my shoulder as I looked up absolutely terrified. "What are you doing with my girl?"

"You're girl?" It was the first thing that I said to him and looking back at it, it did sound like a challenge. I looked over at Natalie who was quietly sipping into her drink. I had been used! That bitch.

"Yeah." He grunted and pulled me off my seat and onto my feat so that my muzzle was flush with his pecs that I could see perked through his stretched shirt. It was almost staring at me and I stared back at his nipple until his hand brought my muzzle up to look at him. "Answer me. What are you doing with my girl?"

I could only look past him to see all of the mares that had been crowded around him. Did he lay claim to every female in the bar?

He gave me a solid shove back into the bar, knocking some of the air out of me.

"That's enough Phil." Natalie stepped between us and the horse hesitated, not wanting to hurt her. "Can't I just get away from you for one second to talk to someone? Not like you noticed with all of those high top mare sluts that you surround yourself with, right in front of me."

"C'mon, baby." He pleaded, me not on his mind at the moment. I should have just left, but something about the two going at it made me stay, not to mention that the entire bar was watching now. "You know I need to look good for the guys."

"Am I not enough?" Natalie set her paws on her ample hips, giving her tail a swish which fluttered across my thighs. "You don't see me surrounding myself with random men."

"What about that beta?" He sidestepped so that he could point right at me. Oh boy.

"Crisp?"

"You know his name?" He was getting mad and I was getting even more scared. My tail went between my legs. "What now? Do you know where he lives, too?"

"Cut it out." Natalie shoved him. She shouldn't have been able to push his massive bulk, but she did. "At least he listens. You just stare at my tits." She called him out and he looked back up at her. "I bet he can beat you at your stupid game of pool."

"Oh, can he?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "Let's see if that's true then." He chuckled and turned around. I could see his muscles flexing, his shoulders sending ripples down his back. As big and scary as he was, he was hot though. I really shouldn't have been thinking like that since I had just been forced into a game of pool without even doing anything but existed.

"What just happened?" I tapped Natalie on the shoulder.

She blushed a little and rubbed the back of her head, between her perked ears. "I didn't mean for it to get like that, but long story short, I used you to get him jealous."

"I kind of got that, but pool?" Phil was rubbing a piece of chalk onto the tip of one of his pool cues, never looking away from me. "I get the feeling he's just going to shove that stick down my throat."

"Don't worry about that." She assured me. "He's all bark and no bite."

"Can't I just slip out that back or something."

"You could." She admitted. "How about this. If you do this, I'll make sure all of your drinks for the rest of the night are paid for."

It was now tempting. She had already paid for the several drinks that were swirling inside me now and I could take some more even as my head began to get hazy.

"To make it even better." She added. "If you beat him enough that he has to come crawling to me, I'll make him pay for any food you get."

"Will he do that?" He didn't look like he would pay for anything of mine.

"No, but he doesn't have to know." She gave a wink to me. "So how 'bout it?"

I thought about it. I really wanted to just make a run for it. I was somewhat small and fast. Horses were fast, but not agile. The entrance to the bar was right there and he was across the packed bar. I would be long gone if he decided to give chase. Then again, free food and booze was tempting. Bar food was overpriced to high heaven and getting it all paid for would help.

"I'll do it." I nodded and she leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek, making sure that Phil saw it. If he wasn't covered in fur, I was sure that he would have been more red than a boiled lobster.

"Once I'm done beating you here." Phil said, pacing back and forth holding his extra long pool cue. "I'm gonna beat you out back for kissing my girl back there."

All bark, no bite. I wasn't sure how accurate that was, he seemed serious, then again that was the point.

"Let's get this over with." I shrugged my shoulder, trying to not show interest.

"You're in for a treat." He set down the ball rack and quickly set up the multicolored billiards. "Been playing since I was a foal." He grinned at me devilishly and I gulped down a wad of spit that had glued itself to the back of my throat.

He let me go first, saying that I would need to if I wanted to even have a chance at even making it look like a close game. I grabbed the cue, it felt strangely at home in my paw, as if it belonged there. I had played pool a few times, even considered myself not bad. I won more often than not, but still, it required a lot of effort on my part.

I set the white cue ball on the green velvet surface on the far side, opposite of the other fifteen object balls that were arranged in their starting triangle. The first shot didn't really matter to me. Just hit them and hope that one of the colored balls, not the black eight ball, went in so I could go again.

I lined up the shot, aiming right for the '1' ball and gave the cue ball a good, solid hit. It sped across the table and struck dead center, sending balls in every direction. The striped, '9' and '12' went in and by whatever rules we were playing by, the stripes were my group now.The white cue ball settled close to me, having rebounded back to me.

"Lucky shot." Phil crossed his arms.

Oh how luck was on my side. I continued to hit my mark. I didn't run a perfect game, but it wasn't long before it became clear that I was going to win. Phil tried desperately to keep up whenever he rarely got a chance to go. His insults and bragging had all but stopped. His face was one of a permanent frown of worry as he watched striped ball after striped ball go into the pockets after being called by me.

A group of people, having heard the earlier ruckus, had grouped around us and were actually cheering me on. I couldn't believe it, I was the favorite. At some point a basket of fries were deposited on the table and no one said anything when I began to snack on them.

They "oohed" whenever by ball got close to a pocket. Shared in my disappointment when it stopped just shy, gripping their paws tightly to their chest, watching everything on the table move around. They yelled in glee when it did go in. We were all united in our cause to beat Phil at his own game. It was great and I was getting pumped.

"Last one." I said with a fat grin that never left my face. The crowd cheered and Phil sighed.

I stepped over to the side of the table. It was a straight shot. Phil's last attempt to get the '4' into a pocket had left the eight dangerously close to a pocket. In the end, I wouldn't have minded winning by him illegally pocketing it, but this was so much better.

The bar was silent as I leaned over the table, bringing up the pool stick, lining it up. It was a straight shot, impossible to miss and everyone knew it. It didn't stop me from making a show of it. I waggled my butt and swished my tail as I lined up the shot, taking deep, focused breaths.

There was a loud clack as I struck the white cue ball. It went straight and true like a missile and struck the black eight ball perfectly and it slid into the pocket.

The crowd went wild and so did I. I threw up my arms in glorious victory. I won. MOM I WON! It seemed surreal, I never win anything like this, but I just did. It felt great.

People crowded around me, giving me celebratory pats and someone pushed a cup of something that smelled strong into my hands. I didn't look at it as I was hoisted up and drank it down.

It was truly amazing. Suddenly I was the center of attention in the bar. People gave me drinks, food, they laughed at my horrible jokes and hung on to every word.

"I wasn't sure you had it in you." Natalie pushed through the crowd.

"I didn't either." I had a giant smile plastered to my face. I had completely forgotten about the deal we had made and I wouldn't have noticed if she decided to leave. I wouldn't have minded, I was already getting food and drinks shoved into my paws. "I just played and suddenly I was winning."

"Calm down there." She giggled and set a paw on my shoulder when I began to hyped up again. Can you blame me, this was turning into the best night of my life. "As promised, anything you get will be put on Phil's tab. He's going to be too drunk after tonight to notice, so there's no chance of him coming after you."

"That's good." I nodded, trying to focus on her. It was hard when it looked like there were two of her standing in front of me. Man was I getting hammered.

"Well." She folded her hands in front of her and swung her hips a little. The act making me a little dizzy. "I need to head home, it's getting late." She turned and raised a paw. "Best of luck to you Crisp." I watched her swagger out of the bar before some paw grabbed me for a game of drunk darts.

"So I just try to hit the center?" I asked. I had never played darts. The idea of throwing miniature javelins never appealed to me, but then again I just won a game of hit the balls into the holes in order, so why not give it a try.

The bar had calmed down a bit. People were getting back to their regular routines so the dart area at the back of the bar by the restrooms wasn't too crowded. There were a few other canines, domestic breed, wolves and such, along with a mix of others that were playing fairly casually.

"Yeah." The big black lab said, his floppy ears bouncing up and down. "It's that simple." He lined up a shot, sticking his pink tongue out of his mouth, reared back and let the dart fly where it hit the second ring, a few inches away from the center. "See. Nothing to it."

"Okay." I shrugged. It did seem simple enough, it was supposed to be a game for the drunk to enjoy, anymore complicated and somehow fire would get involved.

I stood behind the green line that had been painted on the floor years ago and was now multiple shades where it had been repainted without stripping the old layer off. The lab handed me one of his darts, a black body with a green back. I held it tightly and brought it up, instinctually closing one eye as I lined up the shot. In reality, I had no idea what I was doing.

"Don't hold it too tightly." He grabbed my paw, loosening my grip a little. His body was really close to mine and I could feel the warmth coming off of him, it was distracting.

"He's not a pup, mate." A dingo that was chewing on a toothpick laughed. "Let him give it a shot, first."

"OK." The lab lifted his paws off of me and stepped back as the group gave a soft chuckle.

I let out a breath and brought the dart back up. I made sure that I didn't have a death grip on the dark and aimed again. I imagined the path that the dart would take, drawing little dashed lines from the tip of the dart to the center of the board in my minds' eye. I threw it.

"No shit." The dingo's toothpick dropped out of his mouth and fell unnoticed to the ground when my dart landed dead center on the board. I don't mean in the circle, but in the very center, as perfectly as can be. He turned to me. "I thought you said that you've never played."

"I haven't" I said defensively, not wanting them to think that I had just played them.

"Damn." He grinned.

The lab patted me on the back. "I say that it was just beginners luck." He gave me a quick wink which I wasn't so sure if it was just a friendly wink or something else. "How do you feel about a game? Loser buys the next round."

"If there's going to be a game, then I want in as well. Not going to pass up free beer." The dingo stepped in and quickly was followed by two others as well.

"I guess." I rubbed the back of my neck. I looked at my perfect shot, it did fill me with confidence even if I had no idea how I did it. The dart had felt clumsy in my hand and I thought that the next time I grabbed one, I would drop it, but this wasn't about winning it was about enjoying the night now.

A few coins were flipped and the dingo went first, I was last. He was a bit tipsy, we were all tipsy at that point of time, but he was going the worst with no wall or table to lean on while he made his shot. "Fuck." He cursed when his first dart ended up on the top right portion of the board. He moved his second dart from his left paw to his right paw and shot a second time. It was better, but not by much. The same could not be said for the third dart that stuck itself into the wall. "The darts are all fucked up." He said under his breath and stepped away and collected his darts, not even caring to count up his points, not that it would matter, he lost.

"My turn." A thin coyote who wore baggy clothes that hung off of him said and took the darts. Everyone patiently waited for him the make his shots. He did much better than the dingo, but still not good enough to win and by the way his tail, thin and a bit mangy, hung, he knew it.

A pure black wolf made his shots, doing better than the dingo, but worse than the coyote. He shrugged it off and walked back into the bar.

"Now." The lab said, his tail wagging to match his wide grin. "My show now." He grabbed the darts from the table where the black wolf had left them. "Get your wallets ready, mmmmmate." The dingo rolled his eyes.

The lab made some impressive shots, the best so far with his first dart going just outside of the center along with the second and the third one that went straight to the center. "That's how it's done." He stomped and pumped his fists.

"Don't get to excited." The dingo quickly interrupted the lab. "The prodigy here." He pointed at me. "He still has to go."

"True. True." The lab plucked the darts off the board and handed them to me. "Good luck." He said and slapped me on the back. His cockiness infuriated me a little. He was nice, but just so full of himself and by the way the dingo glared at him, the Aussie agreed. It could have just been that the dingo knew that he was going to be buying drinks with his lowest score so far, but he wanted to see the lab crash and burn.

"Just like last time." The dingo had produced a new tooth pick that bobbed at the corner of his mouth whenever he spoke.

I rolled my shoulders, loosening them up. I had tensed up the entire time everyone else had made their shots. I made sure that I didn't grip the dart too tightly. It may or may not have helped last time, but I wasn't going to take chances.

My first dart was good, not perfect, but it still made me competitive. It was just barely outside the center.

The lab looked a little worried, but quickly brushed it aside with a snort. "Good shot."

I stayed focused on the game at hand.

"He's catching up." The dingo nudged the lab when my second dart hit the center. "He's going to win." He grinned and playfully shoved the lab who ignored him.

All I had to do was get another bullseye and I would win. Anything else and it would be a draw or the lab would win. Something in me really wanted to win all of the sudden.

I brought up the dart, I imagined the path it would take, something that I had forgotten to do for the past two throws. I traced the path right in the center and threw.

"In your face." The dingo was more excited than I was when I made that second perfect shot. He jumped up and hooted at the lab. "He beat you." He was laughing and just being a total ass. He danced around until he got dizzy and had to sit down and hold his gut as his body tried to vacate his stomach. He held it down, to everyone's relief.

"So." The lab said and crossed his arms. "You still need to buy everyone a drink."

"I don't care." The dingo retorted. "Bout time someone beat you."

The lab rolled his eyes and lifted up the dingo. "Come on, I want a beer." He began to carry off the dingo and I didn't fail to notice him grope the dingo's ass tightly which made him give off a yip. I wouldn't have guessed that they were together. "You want something." The lab turned back to me. "He's buying."

"I'm good." I said. I wasn't good. I was a little light headed from all of the excitement and had to sit down. "Boy have I had too much to drink." I sat alone in the booth. It was well past midnight and the bar was clearing out as people went home to get some sleep before coming back to watch the game. This gave me some time to just relax and collect myself as one hell of a night. I could only imagine what the hangover the next day was going to be like.

"Hey there."

I groaned a little.

"Bad time."

I looked up and saw a cute looking otter holding two glasses of clear liquid. "Depends. What's in the glasses."

"Water." He raised an eyebrow and gave the glasses a quick sniff. "Yeah, water."

"Then it's a perfect time." I raised a paw to the seat across from me and he sat down and passed a glass to me. "I don't think I'll be able to drink any more booze."

"You've been drinking quite a bit." He said, his small nubby ears quickly giving a flick. I saw a hint of pink on the insides of them.

"Been watching me?" I sipped the water. The cool, ice cold liquid felt like a waterfall of pure bliss running down my throat and I instantly felt better. This otter was a godsend.

"Sort of." He smiled and looked away, avoiding direct eye contact. Caught. "Hard not to after the night you've been having."

"I'll give that to you." I tipped an invisible hat to him. "What's your name." I didn't get the names of a lot of guys I had seen this night, but it felt right to get this otter's names.

"Leo."

"Like a lion?"

"No." He got a little offended. "Why does everyone make that joke?"

"Nah." I waved a paw at him and leaned back into the seat, letting the cushions take my full weight. "Leo's a fine name. Just making a joke. I guess you want my name now?"

"No need. Most of the bar knows it, or at least they did before consuming alcohol. Luckily for you, Crisp. I don't drink a lot."

"I can't say the same." I was getting a bit lethargic now that I had stopped moving. I normally tried to go to sleep before midnight most days and staying up till the next day was starting to hit me now.

"Yeah, with people just giving drinks from left, right and center.Must have been hard to drink one cup down before the next was pushed at you." He took a drink. I watched as a bead of water slipped down the side of his muzzle, not getting soaked up by his fur, but sliding right off of it and out of view somewhere beneath the table before he could instinctively wipe it off with the back of his brown paw.

"It was great in the moment." I leaned forward onto the table. "Not so great now."

"Word of advice." Leo finished his cup. "People aren't going to get offended if you refuse them. Most of the drinks that were given you were just their half finished ones. It was just what they had at the time."

The water was suddenly not helping as much."That gross."

"None of them had cigarettes in them."

"Still." I wiped at my tongue with my paw. "I drank so much. So much of other people's saliva. Aghast."

"Sometimes that isn't a bad thing."

I stopped my childish antics of cleaning my tongue and looked at him. What else could he mean other than kissing. I had my fair share of make-out session and he wasn't wrong, when done, right, the exchange of saliva wasn't bad, it was actually good.

"Do tell."

He did tell and he showed and he even put on a performance while asking for a single volunteer from the peanut gallery. I was the willing peanut.

He shoved me up against the dirty brick wall, nearly lifting me off my feat. For an otter who was pretty short, his head only coming to my nose, he was pretty strong. Built compact.

Somehow, his more submissive demeanor had all but evaporated away the second he got me outside. His voice put on a bit of a growl to its edge as he ordered me to take off my red and white sweater which I deposited on top of a nearby garbage can.

His short muzzle nipped at my neck fur, forcing moans from me. God how I loved it when a man took the leash, both figuratively and literally. His webbed paws roamed over my back as his muzzle traveled up my neck and raised my head and leaned forward to make myself shorter. He nipped and bit, grooming under my jaw with his front teeth.

I did my best to hold on for the ride and let him have his way with me. I used my hands to massage his back, not attempting to take off any of his clothes. He would let me know when it was time for that.

A paw slipped into my pants, or tried to, but it was too tight with my belt. He glared up at me with his deep mahogany brown eyes and I quickly undid my belt and the top bottom of my pants. He gave me a toothy grin, not breaking eye contact as his paw slid into my pants and his cold pads touched me.

I sucked in breath through gritted teeth. I was already hard, I was hard not long after he had sat down and had given me a glass of water. Who knew that the way to my heart and my dick was some nice, fresh, water?

His paw gripped me tightly and his body slammed against mine, forcing us together and making his vise grip hold on me even tighter.

"Ready for that presentation?" He licked his lips, the drool in question, glistening on his lips.

I couldn't speak, only nod.

His lips pressed against mine. His short muzzle against my long muzzle. It started soft, surprisingly. I was ready for him to invade my maw like some Saxon barbarian ready to sack an unsuspecting coastal village. No, this was a very defined kiss, lips, puckered and nothing else.

His hips jerked up and forward, forcing his paw to slide up my cock, squeezing a little bit of pre out of me and making me open my mouth to give out another moan. The gates were down, let the sacking begin.

His tongue wasn't as long as mine, but it was muscular and quickly shot into my mouth. It was a thick and muscular organ, if tongues should be described that way.

My tongue did nothing to defend its home as his tongue pushed it aside and explored its new domain.

It was so warm, so wet, it made me so hot and bothered and something else.

I shoved him back and he let out a surprised chittery noise.

"Sorry." I held my gut. Too much alcohol and junk food. Not enough of anything else. I ran over to behind the dumpster at the back of the alley and proceeded to empty my stomach back there. It was sour and sweet at the same time. I could taste everything that I had eaten and drunk which only made me vomit more. The multi colored gunk poured out of me like a faucet until I was only dry heaving.

"Let it out." I felt Leo's paw pat me on the back a few times.

"I'm.." *Hurk* "I'm sorry." I said between labored breaths.

"Don't be." Leo leaned against the wall and half covered his nose. This alley corner was going to be rank until the next time it rained. "I should be thanking you for not puking in my mouth. That was close."

I spat out the sourness from my mouth and stood backup. I was so tired and drained now.

Leo looked me up and down. "That killed the mood."

I nodded in agreement. No one would want to make out with me, not with how bad my mouth tasted to me.

Leo pulled me to him and walked me out of the alley onto the street. "Go home." He handed me my shirt which I put on slowly. "Take a shower. Brush your teeth, let the hangover happen and then." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and a pen which he then began to scrawl on the paper with. "Come here next Sunday." He grinned and put the paper on my chest and let go, forcing me to quickly grab it before it fell.

I looked down at the paper. It was an address with a time.

"Don't be late." He was already walking away, only letting me see the back of his head and his thick rudder tail that slowly waved back and forth behind him.

I just got a date for Valentine's Day. Somehow I had managed to achieve what I had gone out to do. Now my next goal was getting home without getting arrested for public intoxication.

The roads were clear, which was good since I stumbled onto them a few times. What was a straight path to me, was more akin to the markings of a sidewinder in the desert.

I wasn't entirely sure if I was going in the right direction. Was I on 5th or 6th. Despite the names being similar, they were two miles apart which could either mean I was only ten minutes from home or two hours of more drunk walking.

I managed to get onto my home street of Rook Avenue and could see my apartment down the road.

"Right where I left you." I said and slowly walked up the sidewalk, occasionally using the passing light post as support.

"Now what do we have here?" A shadow came out from behind on of the tall hedges that line the sidewalk around the block of the apartment. Two more figures came out as well.

They were short, like not just five foot tall short, but more like three feet, maybe even two feet. Too short to be midgets.

Was that politically correct? I mean, they were very small, but somehow that made them very scary. No, not scary, creepy.

Why is it that the smaller things get, the creepier they get? A feral lion charging at me was scary. Not that I had personally experienced that in real life, but I did own a copy of Dangerous Hunts. Now when it turned dark and the feral wolves came out, that was creepy. Why must my feral brethren do this to me?

Anyways, they were short and that creeped me out. Again, probably not politically correct. Just telling it how it is.

"Who are you?" I squinted my eyes, making sure they really existed. I don't think alcohol should cause hallucination.

They acted as if I hadn't even said anything, only talking to one another.

"Look like we got a thief."

One stepped into the light of an overhead light. He was human, that much was certain. He had a full head of very red hair, curly along with his red sideburns. He wore a green baseball cap with a gold logo on it. I couldn't make it out. He had a green sweater on. Just all green with little bits of gold coloring here and there. The rest wore the same colors, though the second one had a suit and the third just looked like the Lucky Charms leprechauns. What a weird bunch to run into in the middle of the night.

"Aye, I think we do." They spoke with that particular inflection that just screamed Irish. "A thief that's been enjoying his good luck, hmm?"

"Thief?" I never stole anything. "Look Gollum, I didn't *hic* I didn't steal anything."

"Oh, but you did." The leprechaun said and stepped towards me, putting me on edge. I took a step back. "You took something of ours, and we want it back." He took another step forward and I took another step back.

"I didn't steal anything." I repeated to them.

"Maybe he doesn't know." The suited one shrugged and looked to the others.

"Regardless of if he knows, he's guilty." One more step forward and one more step back.

"Shall we be doing our business with him?" The one in a sweater asked.

"So we shall." The leprechaun said and took one more step forward and I took a step back, not realizing that I was stepping off the curb.

I lost balance as my foot twisted painfully and I tumbled backwards onto the street. I flipped around to catch myself, spreading out my arms. Don't do that. My forearms screamed in pain from the impact, but they didn't break.

When I flipped back around, the three midgets (I don't care about being politcally correct anymore) jumped me. The hooted and jumped up and down around me and then held me down as the leprechaun jumped onto my chest and got really close to my face.

My tail tucked between my legs and I barred my teeth defensively at him.

"Oh, don't be doin that, ya big ol' puppy." He grinned and shoved a hand down my pocket, making sure to be as uncomfortable as possible before he pulled his hand out and held a coin in front of me.

"We'll be takin this back from yah." He flipped the coin between his fingers.

"That thing?" I snarled.

"You be correct, this thing." He flipped it up and caught it. The other two were giggling. "I bet you have been having a grand ol' time this night."

"What if I have?" I leaned up and snapped at him.

He reared back, not surprised at all. "You see now, this here is a little trinket that you tall folk like to call a lucky charm."

"Luck isn't real."

"Oh, but it is and you've been taking full advantage of our hospitality without our knowins and now it's time to pay with luck."

"Yeah, yeah." The suited one jumped up and down while still holding me down. "Pay fer luck with luck."

"Luck with luck."

"Luck with luck"

They chanted.

"Luck with luck."

I slowly began to lose conscience.

"Luck with luck."

"Luck with luck."

The one on top of me leaned back down and whispered into my ear. "Luck for luck. That's the price for stealing the luck of leprechauns."

I woke up, sitting straight up sending my head into a spin. I grunted and held my head in my hands and blocked out the bright sunlight that immediately shined right in my eyes, reminding me of just how much I had drunk.

I slowly opened my eyes again and took in my surroundings.

I was back in my apartment, in my bed, my nice warm bed, in my worn clothes from the previous night.

"One hell of a night." I rubbed my temples and slid out of bed. I could smell myself and it made my nose burn a bit.

I walked over to my bathroom and stripped down my clothes and my shoes. I grinned at the white streaks on the inside of my underwear before tossing it in the hamper.

I took a shower and was about to leave my room, naked before I realized that something was on my feet.

I looked down.

"What?" There were a pair of violently green shoes on my feet. I thought that I had taken off my shoes. I knew I did.

"When did I get these?" I tried to recall when I had bought such a pair of shoes. I lifted up my feet and inspected the shoes. They were almost completely green with black laces and, my god, some sort of sparkly stuff near the bottom.

I undid the laces and tried to pull off the shoes, but it was as if they were glued onto my feet. I could not get the pads of my feet off the insole of the shoe.

After minutes of pulling, scraping the shoe against each other, trying to pry it off, I gave up.

I painstakingly put on a fresh set of clothes. It was hard to pull on my pants since shoes made for Soniqians had a very wide bottom to accommodate for our paws.

"I guess, I'll have to deal with you later." I looked down at my watch. I needed to get to work in an hour.

Feeling better by the time I got a bagel into my stomach and a hot cup of coffee in my hand, I drove to work and when I got there. People didn't really pay any mind to the shoes. Shoes came in so many sizes and designs now-a-days that my green shoes were hardly that strange.

I worked at a clothing store. Not glamorous, but it paid well and I knew the owners. I was working here to pay off student loans that I had built up and was planning on going back for the fall semester. Until then, I was here, stocking and stacking boxes while helping customers. It was easy enough and the eight hour day went by fast. It was also Super Bowl Sunday, so the foot traffic into the store would be light.

"Hey Crisp." Mary, the owner, a very friendly bear who had lived here in Stowe her entire life waved from the counter. She was in her mid forties, but liked to act as if she was still in college.

"Hey." I waved back.

"Nice shoes." She snickered. So most people, and by people, I meant humans, didn't pay attention to shoes. They wore them all the time, outside, inside, they wore slippers in the showers, they had something against being barefoot. Soniqians on the other hands tended to avoid footwear, preferring their natural pads.

I liked shoes, I wore shoes and others liked to poke fun at me for it. It was never bad, but sparkly green shoes were too easy for the bear to pass up.

"I didn't know that green could be so vibrant." She leaned over her position at the counter behind the cash register to get a better look. "It even sparkles, how cute."

"Yeah, yeah." I walked around the counter and pulled out my card to scan in. The machine on the back wall beeped and my time showed up. Time to get to work.

The day started slow. The town was small so there was never much traffic in the store.

I went to the back and began to take inventory, as was my usual routine. Every Saturday, a shipment of new clothes was brought in for restock. The boxes were off in the back corner waiting for me just like every other week.

I opened them up, one by one and was greeted by the smell of new clothes. I sifted through the boxes, writing down everything that was in it, comparing it to the order sheet on a clipboard I had.

There was snickering, short high pitched snickering behind me.

"Who's there?" I turned around, thinking that it was a coworker making fun of my shoes. I've been getting a bit of flack from the occasional passerby and frankly, I was getting tired of it.

"It's the thief." The damn leprechaun was there chewing on the end of a pipe that was too large for him. He twisted the end in his mouth as he leaned up against one of the boxes that were two-thirds his size.

"I was hoping that you were a nightmare." I said under my breath and clenched my fists. "What are you doing here?"

He twirled his fingers around the pipe. "Checking up on the shoes."

"These things." I pointed down at the shoes that sparkled as if they knew they were being talked about. "What's up with them?" I lifted my right foot and shook it. "Other than being hideous and making me a laughing stock, what's the purpose? I thought I was supposed to pay luck with luck or some sort of shit."

"You will." The leprechaun snickered, high pitched. He stood up from the box and positioned his feet shoulder width apart.

"What..." I felt my legs begin to spread a bit, shoulder width apart. "What are you doing?"

"Anything I want." He raised his foot and I raised mine. The thing was, it didn't feel forced, it felt as if I wanted to lift my feet and I couldn't stop it.

"Stop it." I demanded and tried to walk towards him, but I had no control.

He began to dance, tap dance with the weird stomping and leg motions and I mimicked him in slightly delayed synchrony. I would have been impressed, if I didn't look so ridiculous. No one just dances like that in the back of a clothes store for no reason.

"Crisp!" Mary walked in with a pair of coats on her arm. They fell to the ground and suddenly I had control again. "What are you doing?" She had a bit of a smirk on her face and I felt so hot, I could only imagine the color my skin was under my fur.

"I." The leprechaun was gone, there was no sign that he was ever here. "I."

"I don't want to know." She was holding back a laugh. "I don't care what your ridiculous hobbies are, I just want the inventory done." She walked away, snorting.

I was left in a shamble as I quickly grabbed the clip board, planning on emptying out my kitchen cupboards of a certain type of cereal.

I finished up my shift without another incident, though Mary wouldn't stop giving me a certain look every time I crossed her. I think she was expecting me to break out into some sort of step dance in the middle of the store. The thing was, I was afraid that I was going to as well.

Another hour of trying to pry the shoes off of my feet in the back with a crowbar meant to open up imported wooden crates and I decided that I needed a drink.

Same bar, different results though.

Some people remembered me from the night before and asked me for a game of pool. By then, I had drunken a few.

When I went over to grab a stick, I found myself tripping as my feet suddenly couldn't move more than a few inches. I fell flat on my face, much to the amusement of everyone in the bar.

I looked down to see my laces tied together and immediately yelled at everyone as they laughed. I looked around, trying to find who did it, but according to them, my laces were fine. I don't know what they were seeing, but the black laces were obviously tied.

They helped me up to my feet and during that time, my laces were back to normal.

"I think you've had too many already." A husky who helped me up said and made sure I didn't fall over on my way to the pool table.

I fussed a bit more about my laces, but they ignored me. They were tied, I swear.

The game wasn't so hot either. I failed almost as bad as Phil did the previous night. I got beat bad. At least I didn't make any bets.

"Better luck next time." He was outside in the alley way, this time it was the one in the sweater. He was sitting on the garbage can, kicking his legs beneath him. "I don't know what was worse, when you tripped or when you hit the eight ball into the pocket during the first game."

"Fuck off." I flipped him off and started to walk home. I never drove when I had the intention of drinking.

"Don't be that way." He jumped off of his perch on the trashcan and ran after me. "Can't have a joke about the state o' you?"

"I've only had these shoes on for a day and I've already embarrassed myself in front of my boss and complete strangers that know my name." I wanted to punch the little red headed man as he walked behind me with those quickly short steps of his, his little clacking shoes right behind me.

No wait, that was my shoes. They had a hardened tip which was good for tap dancing or whatever that Irish dancing was. It was hard to hear his steps with him in step with me...

"Where are you taking me!" I tried to stop, but once again I could not.

The little man grinned. "Oh, just on a stroll through the valley."

I ended up on the corner, dancing. Oh, did I mention that this corner was shortly after the football game was over and people were out celebrating.

I wanted to cover my face in utter shame as I slowly stripped off my shirt and danced for what felt like hours. It really couldn't have been more than ten minutes, but so many people saw. They hooted at me and cheered me on. I saw several pull out their phones and begin to record me as well.

When I did get control back, I put my shirt back on and slinked back into the night. The leprechaun had vanished into the night and as much as I wished that I never saw him again, that wasn't going to happen.

I found that I could take off the shoes when I took a shower and when I went to bed, but as soon as the thought of just bolting out the door, they just magically appeared back on my feet.

It was a relief to have them off of my feet for a few hours as I fell onto my bed. It was not a relief when I had striped stockings on my legs when I woke up or when the third leprechaun, the one in the suit was on the edge of my bed.

"Surprise!" He shot up his arms into the air. "You like them?"

I picked at them and they might as well have been part of my skin, they, like the shoes were going nowhere.

"I... I just don't know." I sighed and slipped out from under the covers.

"I think that they're cute." He giggled and began to sift through my drawer. "Better than whatever this is." He picked up my red underwear. "Do you have nothing but red?"

"Give me that." I snatched it out of his hand and closed the drawer on his, nearly hitting his fingers. "Jesus Christ, you guys." I stormed over to a set of clothes I had set out the night before. I had shorts, too many shorts, not enough actual pants which would have covered up the stockings.

"Have a fun day at work." He skittered out the door and I chased after him, but he was gone.

"Fucking leprechauns."

There was more laughing and more videos as I walked to work. Yeah, my car decided to not start at all this morning, so I was forced to let every person who drove past me honk at me. I threw up my hood and hid my face.

"You all right?" Mary asked me about halfway through my shift. I hadn't broken into random dance all day, but the stockings was enough to keep my ears down and my tail hanging low.

"I'm fine." I shrugged as I used the labeler to put new prices on some skirts that didn't sell well and were now going onto clearance. "Just dandy."

"The dancing and now this." Mary threw her arm over my shoulder. She was a good woman, even though she wanted to be a teenager, she had some very motherly values that went beyond her son. "It doesn't seem like you're okay."

"I'm fine." Those words came out, though I wanted to spill out everything even though it would make me crazy. Leprechauns were punishing me for stumbling on their damn good luck charm and taking some of their luck. It was crazy.

"Well." She wasn't convinced, but she didn't push. "If you need to talk about anything, I'm not just your boss, I'm a friend when you need one."

"Thanks."

The day went by without any more incident, except for a few more incidents where my god damn shoe laces got tied together in public spaces. I was a wreck, a total wreck and was glad to get home.

The week ended up going by so slowly with me only making more and more of a buffoon of myself. It even got to the point where everyone else was getting thoroughly annoyed. I felt like Moon Moon.

It was all the same antics, they were original at all until they did become more original.

I was at a restaurant. Not a fancy one, but not just some fast food joint either. I needed something nice for myself, but I should have known better.

The waitress came over and handed me my drink. I suddenly tapped my heels together, making a distinct clicking noise. There was suddenly a tightness in my pants. I squirmed in my seat and my paws shot down to cover myself. She didn't notice, but the damn shorty across the aisle did. He winked at me and gave another tap of his heels which I, of course, did as well.

The tightness got worse and suddenly I was very aware of how tight my pants were, almost skin tight at times. I liked how my body looked and when I was flaccid, there was just a bulge, now there was a sausage, perfectly defined against my leg.

If the waitress saw, she was very professional about it and I went through the night with the hardest boner I had ever had. It was absolutely bulging and leaking. My underwear was soaked through and I ended up getting my ass squeezed by some tabby on the way out. A mother also covered her child's eye as I walked out.

That happened two more times, one of which, I ended up walking into a man who was walking his girlfriend. That got me chased across the park and suddenly it was Sunday again.

"Oh god." I was pacing around my room. "What am I going to do?" It was a few hours until the date with Leo. The whole mess this week had made me completely forget and I only remembered when I was sifting through my pre stained clothes and found the piece of paper he had given me with an address and time.

"You could ditch him." The leprechauns were here, they never left all week, constantly pestering me, making me dance, or whatever they wanted me to do.

"Shut up. Just shut up." I yelled at them. "I don't want to hear it."

"Touchy."

I didn't care about who was talking anymore, they might as well have been the same person now, they were all lumped into the category as little, red headed devils to me.

"I"ve got a date and I swear." I had found my nice clothes, my only pair which I kept for job interviews. A sports coat, black with a nice contrasting red trim along with matching pants. No tie.

"What?" They dared me and I had nothing so I gave up.

"Please." I got on my knees. "Just please, let me have this."

"We'll think about it." They left me there, full of worry that this would turn into another horrible night.

Nothing to do but go over to the address. I wasn't going to cancel, I couldn't, the paper only had his address and a time, no phone number.

Nothing happened on the drive over. Oh yeah, my car started working again, no more walking with these stockings.

Leo lived in a nice duplex on the edge of town. Brick, two stories, garage, he had half of his own house.

Each step to the front door was a miracle, there was no random dancing, maybe nothing was going to happen and for the first time in a week, I was feeling good about myself.

I knocked on the door. There was a door bell, but knocking felt better. I had a flower, a rose which Mary gave me when I told her I had a date. She wished me luck. Oh only if she knew.

There were footsteps and the door opened, revealing that friendly otter face.

"Crisp." He immediately let me in. He was in more casual clothes and made me feel overdressed.

"Happy Valentines." I blushed and handed him the rose.

"How cliched." The otter chuckled, but took the rose from me and sniffed it. He closed his eyes as he breathed it in. "Thank you."

"No problem." I was nervous and fidgety, just waiting for it.

"Nice shoes." He was already looking down at them, but he didn't say it in a demeaning manner like how I was used to now. "I like green." He led me to the dining room where he had a nice little set up.

There was a small table with a white sheet over it, glowing candle, but no food and I couldn't smell any either.

"No romantic dinner?" I asked and walked around the dining room table and was suddenly grabbed.

"I didn't invite you over for dinner." He was grinning, his canine sticking out of the corner of his mouth. "Don't you remember? You're here because we didn't get to finish last night."

I clicked my heels.

Fuck.

"What was that?" Leo looked around and then spotted the bulge in my pants. "Already excited."

I was, but now I had that raging boner from these shoes.

He pushed me against the wall and dragged my head down to his muzzle and pressed his lips to mine. I immediately melted in his hands. A week's worth of tension and stress unwound itself.

I twisted my head to the side and even though his muzzle was shorter than mine, I did my best to make an airtight seal with him.

The makeout session was short, but wet before he pulled back and hooked a claw into my sports coat's. "It's getting a bit hot. You should..." He leaned in close and growled into my ear. "Lose some garments."

Needless to say, the nice little table was soon covered in my clothes, minus the shoes and the stocking which I no longer even tried to remove anymore.

"Green stockings too." He almost looked drunk. I didn't taste alcohol when I sucked everything off of his tongue. He had a hazy smile on his face. "Sexy. I knew that you were special when I saw you in the bar."

He pulled me over to the couch he had in the living room and pushed me into it as he fiddled with is belt and then his pants. Not too long later and we were both naked with his hovering over me, his knees on either side of my chest.

I admired his body. Otters really had something going for them, from their sleek fur to their lean bodies that allowed them cut through the water. He had a nice six pack, probably from all that swimming and I could feel that thick tail of his swishing over my thighs.

"Been waiting for this all week." He ran his hands down my chest, tousling my chest tuft.

"Me too." Nothing could have been more true, I really needed this.

He stuck his finger in my mouth before pulling it back out. "Hope you lubed it up enough."

I was about to ask what he meant when he reached back and stuck his finger where the sun don't shine. I squirmed under him and I felt him go knuckle deep into me.

"So tight and hot." He wiggled his finger inside of me, prodding my prostate which sent shivers down my spine and made me shot pre onto the otter's back. He held my arms down with his legs so I could jerk off. "I've needed a good beta since moving here. I think, you'll do just fine."

I moaned in response.

"Just fine." He popped his finger back out of me, making me whimper in want. I felt empty now. I wanted him in me.

He slid down my body and laid down on top of me, pressing both of our crotches together. I was already so wet and with his water resistant coat, his sheath slid down my length perfectly.

I wrapped my arms around his back, as he nibbled down my neck all the while grinding into me. "Make yourself useful." He said between bites that I was sure were drawing a little blood. "Put those paws to use and start jerking us both off."

He lifted his hips up enough for me to slip a paw between us and to grab both of our cocks. My pre and his mixed and made my rough pads nice and smooth for when he lowered his body back down and used his hips to start grinding again and I pumped with the motions.

His hot breaths puffed against my fur as we both humped into my hand that had a nice firm grip on both of us.

"Just like that." He moaned. At least he could still speak. I was without words the entire time, only groans, and muffled whines came from me, especially when he planted that tongue back into my mouth.

I was about to let off my load when he stopped and got off.

"C'mon, Leo." I whined and made my best puppy dog eyes.

"Lift up our legs." He ordered and I did. He grabbed onto them, gripping the stockings and pulled my legs onto his shoulders. I was suddenly perfectly lined up with him.

I bit my lips as I felt his tip poke my hole. He grinned down at me. "That's right, bark for me."

I barked, it was high pitched and overly needy. He rewarded me by pushing his first inch into me.

"Fuck, you're tight." He clenched his eyes. "We'll need to fix that." He pushed another inch into me. He had another six to go. For a short otter, he was certainly well endowed.

Slowly he hilted me until his balls were flush and up against my taint. He lifted my hips up so he could get more comfortable and from my point of view, my cock was drawing a red, thick line up his muzzle.

He shifted his hips and then began to thrust in and out of me, his length being more than enough to push into my prostate enough that I felt it shift inside of me.

His girth made the first minute a mix of pain and pleasure, especially since he only had half dried pre to use as lube.

I went to reach for my throbbing cock, but he slapped it away.

"No." He scolded me and barred his teeth. "Don't you think of touching yourself. You're going to wait for me to finish first."

I had no choice so I put my paw back down and dug my claws into the soft cushion of the couch as my body reverberated with Leo's hard thrusts that slammed into my backside.

I began to loosen up as I learned to not clench around him and let him slide in and out without resistance. His pre and my sweat built up enough that the burning friction quickly went away and then I was just in bliss.

Leo leaned forward, bending my legs back until my knees were by my head, bouncing up and down. He then went fully to town, rutting into me.

After some time, I couldn't tell how long, he rolled me over when he was still in me and laid down on top of me and then rolled both of us so that I was on top of him with him thrusting upwards.

His paw grabbed my cock and slid his paw up and down my length.

He went fast, hammering my ass like there was no tomorrow while he expertly handled my package.

I felt my balls begin to clench as I quickly reached the edge of climax.

"I'm... I'm getting close." I huffed.

"So am I." He pushed as far as he could into me and began to fill me with his seed. I could feel his cum flood deep into me and begin to leak back out onto him as well. My belly was filled with deep warmth.

His paw was a blur on my cock that was being shook violently by this otter and soon my balls clenched tightly against my body and I shot my own load. It arced up and landed on my chest, spattering against my fur.

I blew three strong spurts and several smaller, weak ones before I finished, but Leo was still going strong inside of me, it felt like he was just pissing in me.

The cum spilled back and pooled onto his chest, but his fur let it slide right off and onto the couch or onto my ass fur.

"Mmm." Leo pulled me closely to his chest where he buried his muzzle into my neck fur. "That's a good dog." His claws raked my chest, not caring that there was drying cum there. He dozed off and I quickly did as well.

"Quite the show." I opened my eyes and saw red, red hair.

"No fucking way." I whispered, still on top of Leo. He had fallen asleep still inside of me but had slipped out, letting the rest of his cum spill back out. My ass was sore and I was glued to him with that cum that spilled out.

"Well." The leprechaun raised and eyebrow and shrugged. He was on the table across the room. It was barely morning and Leo was still fast asleep under me with an arm thrown over me. "You are still wearing our shoes."

"Yeah, about that." I tried not to move that much since everytime I spoke with the leprechauns, no one seemed to see them. "Thanks for not ruining last night."

"We tried." He seemed a little disappointed. "Really did."

"I don't get it." I tilted my head and I rubbed my ass on Leo's crotch some which made him murr in his sleep. "Then why did I only tap my heels together."

"Turns out the Cupid doesn't like it when we try to ruin love." He leaned in. "Get's really pissy and ends up making those shoes your boyfriend's favorite things now. That bastard overrode our spell with his own."

"So, these shoes..."

"They'll make him crazy horny and stuff.." He thought a bit. "I guess if you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, that would be funny." He chuckled. "But anyways, we don't have any hold on you anymore and technically the shoes or the stockings don't belong to us anymore."

"The bad luck is over?"

"It's over, but we'll be watching." He ran off and disappeared. Damn leprechauns, devious bastards. Still, if what he said was true, then these shoes were now the best thing for Leo and me. Only one wa

Leo shifted and stretched out his arms and yawned, letting me see all those teeth of his.

"Morning." I said to him from the seat across from him.

"Mmm. Morning." He leaned on one of his arms and looked at me.

I had my feet stretched out so that he had a clear view of my shoes.

"Still wearing those things?"

"Yeah." I said and clicked my heels together and instead of me getting an erection, he got one. It wasn't long before I got one as well.