Sharing Fetishes, Sharing Porn
A rather interesting little idea, of what happens when lusts are switched around.
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Sharing Fetishes, Sharing Porn for FriskeCrisps by draconicon
Collapsing after blocking the latest in a series of fireballs, Crisp shook his head as he stared up at the ceiling.
"You know...I could really...really use...a break."
"I suppose that might be necessary."
"Think? It...freaking is..."
"Then let's take that...break."
The wolf groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, glaring at the dragon across the room. Draconicon didn't seem winded at all, though the dragon seldom did when it came to magic. Sex, hell yes, that did it, but magic? It seemed like the dragon had an inexhaustible well, and sometimes it grated on him that he had to work so hard to get just a few spells to work.
Still, at least he had the dragon as a teacher and not a rival. Then he truly would be insufferable.
He'd barely gotten back to his feet when Draconicon walked towards the door. Cocking his head to the side, he called out.
"Where...where are you...going?"
"I'm going to make some tea. I'll be right back. Don't...touch...anything."
That's like telling a cat not to look for treats, or a dog not to eat a steak, Crisp thought as the dragon walked out. His teacher's room - where they'd been practicing - had too many interesting things to not touch. Temptation abounded, from the enchanted books on the wall to the various totems of power along the shelves. Even a few baubles that he knew were rather powerful, magically, but he couldn't identify.
Specifically those, for that matter. He had always wondered what they were, how they looked, what they did, and with his teacher not around to chase him away...
The wolf slunk across to the low-hanging shelf, kneeling down to take a closer look at them. They were mostly little glass balls, to his disappointment - he was hoping for glass-encased demons or something - but they were all different colors, all very pretty. Most of them glimmered with some inner light, as well.
Perhaps the most beautiful was a red one off to the side, and he picked it up with a smile. It was just big enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and it seemed to pulse at his touch. He blushed as he felt a tingle running through his body, just strong enough to make him be conscious of his hanging cock, and - more than that - the feeling of his shoes around his feet.
Normally he wasn't very conscious of that, considering that his shoes were properly sized and everything, but now...now it felt almost like his feet were pulsing in them, swelling and shrinking, shrinking and swelling from the tingles. They were so tight, and they...they looked so silly...and were so very -
"Crisp!"
The wolf jumped at the shout, whipping his head around to see Draconicon standing in the doorway. He blushed, opening his mouth to explain himself -
Thruuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
No sooner had he done so than the bauble suddenly filled the room with a bright red light. The dragon and him were shoved against the wall, and the little glass orb floated between them. A string of brighter red light shot out of it, slamming against his chest, and connecting him to it. He could just barely make out the same thing happening to his teacher.
"You...idiot..."
Not the time for criticism, teacher.
Not that either of them could do anything about it. The light seemed to grab at something inside of them, and then yanked at them, hard. Crisp arched his back from the sudden sensation, groaning under his breath as he was left empty. Of what, he wasn't sure, but the light had pulled something out of him.
The strings of it whipped around like the arms of an amusement park ride, and the one that had been connected to his teacher slammed into him. He shouted at the hard impact, throwing his head back, even as he felt...something else...slip away.
And just like that, the light faded away. The red orb broke apart into shimmering red dust, floating away, and the two of them slumped to the floor.
Crisp slowly rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling once more. His curiosity had been...assuaged, for the day, he supposed. Now he just had to keep himself from getting into more trouble with his teacher. Hopefully there wouldn't be too much - after all, nothing big had happened - but he knew he better be quick with the begging.
But first...maybe a little...a little nap, just to -
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
That's...that's not footsteps.
He turned his head, looking across the room. The dragon wasn't on his feet, nor was there anything else around. What -
Thump. Thump.
Wait...no. There was something, but...It seemed...impossible.
His shoes. His shoes were thumping across the floor towards his teacher. On their own. The wolf stared at them, his eyes open wide as they walked without anyone wearing them. It wasn't the first time it had happened, admittedly, but usually there was some black magic around them, his teacher's, or someone else's. He was rather shocked to see them doing it on their own.
And yet...yet there was something missing. He couldn't quite place what it was, but there was something missing.
Draconicon groaned across the way, and he turned to face his teacher. He saw the dragon rubbing the back of his head, but then his attention was arrested by something else. Something that he'd never understood before.
His teacher's feet were bare. Normally, that was only passing information, something of less than passing interest. Today, though...just staring them, he felt like he was getting a hard-on. He blushed, trying not to think of it, but the longer he stared at those feet, the more he felt it. Like he was imagining how they would feel pressed against his face, rubbing against his body. How it would feel to have those black, scaly soles pressed against his crotch and -
His shoes reached the teacher, and he watched as the laces grabbed hold of his ankles. Slowly, they rose off of the floor, wiggling the opening of themselves around his toes, before dragging themselves down. In stop-starting fashion, they wiggled their way down onto the dragon's feet, stretching almost to the point of ripping to fit those big feet inside.
When the dragon's heel finally popped into place, his feet hidden from view, Crisp actually felt...disappointed. Which was very strange, very weird. Even as the laces started pulling themselves together - something he remembered enjoying from other kinky sessions with his teacher - he felt nothing. Normally, he'd have a boner ready to punch through the door by this point; what was holding him back?
He blinked, feeling something cool near his toe. He lifted up one foot, and then stared at the sight of two toe rings. They must have come off of Draconicon's toes when he'd collapsed. However, as he reached down for them, they seemed to take on a mind of their own.
Yelping as they leaped for his feet, he dodged too late, and felt them squirming over his big toes. They shouldn't have fit, but somehow, they expanded, growing larger and larger until they snapped into place. It had a...disturbing ring of finality to it.
As he slowly pulled himself to his feet, Draconicon finally opened his eyes. He expected the dragon to have a grin, or at least a reaction to his now-bare feet. The dragon always wanted to see them, and seemed to go out of his way to find ways to hide his shoes. But now, there was nothing. Not even a twitch down below.
But when Draconicon looked at his own shoes...Well, Crisp had to pull the ripped cloth off of his face after it went flying across the room.
"What...the hell? I...I like shoes now?"
"You like shoes?"
The dragon nodded, then blinked.
"Wait...Wait just..."
Draconicon slapped a hand against his forehead.
"You picked up the freaking Lust Shift Sphere, didn't you?"
"Uh...was that the red one?"
"YES!"
"I...guess so. Does that mean -"
"We got our kinks shifted. I'm guessing you got the foot fetish, then, or you'd have been doing something else while I was zonked out...and I've got your shoe fetish, and these stupid...embarrassing..."
He was shocked to see the dragon blushing just from looking at shoes, and even more embarrassed to find himself getting rather turned on just looking down at his own toes. Did the dragon have that strong a foot fetish, to get turned on by his own feet? Man, that was kinda freaky...and even as he thought that, he had a blush from the humiliation of the thought.
Draconicon was suddenly at his side, blushing just like him.
"Okay...I normally wouldn't ask this..."
"Just...go on."
"You have...a thing for these. I'm guessing you collected...a fair bit of porn...relevant to your interests?"
"I...Might have. Though to be fair, I don't think it's very good on reflection. I mean, it's just shoes and people getting hard from it. Why would -"
"Show it to me. Now."
"Why?"
"If you do, I'll show you my stupid foot fetish folders."
Immediately, the idea of all those feet - and he knew that Draconicon would have a ton of them, considering the dragon's former tastes - made his boner throb all the harder. He groaned, nodding.
"Alright, get my laptop...shoe-loving boner boi."
"Mmmph...Screw you, foot-licking toe humper."
The dragon walked off with an erection that looked like it was ready to be thrust through steel and come through it just fine, and Crisp smiled. Then again...he wasn't that much better. Particularly as he looked over at a mirror and stood on one foot, examining his sole. The way that the underside looked so smooth, the thought of how it might feel in his face, how it might make him moan if he just got someone to play with it -
He stomped it down.
"This is going to take some getting used to...."
The End