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[b][u][center]Protection Service

For FriskeCrisps

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Crisp ran down the stairs of the castle…or more accurately, he danced down them. Leaping, spinning, tapping his way down the stairs was hardly the fastest way to get from one room to another, but with the curse on the shoes, there wasn’t a choice in the matter. The wolf had to get to the leprechauns and warn them about the intruders, or…

Well, he wasn’t entirely sure what would happen, but he was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be spared the fate of those that were breaking in. And if, by some chance, the intruders actually got down to the vault, the leprechauns would only have one person to take their frustrations out on.

[i]Gotta go, gotta go, move, move, move![/i] Crisp thought as he jumped and leaped down the stairs. The impacts from the bottom of the shoes on his feet only made it harder – more difficult, he corrected himself – as he kept feeling the impact rushing up his heels and right into his groin. The sensation of it was almost as bad as the dancing on the stage, and he couldn’t help but blush as his dick decided right then would be a good time to start getting hard again.

Considering that he was still in the green shorts from the show, it was completely visible, too, snaking its way upwards towards the top of his pants. The wolf did his best to ignore it, but that was rather hard when the dancing steps turned into hip-thrusting lunges as he made his way down.

Cursing under his breath, the wolf kept going, knowing that he didn’t have a lot of time. The leprechauns didn’t lock the front door, usually, and if these pranksters reached it before he did…well, there would be problems sneaking around when all he could do was tap-tap away.

He reached the bottom of the staircase, stepping into one of the main halls. Orienting himself, he turned towards the far end, heading north down the hallway. The carpet muffled his dancing steps to some degree, and Crisp kept to it as best he could, even as his green shoes started dragging him this way and that, side to side towards the cobblestones at either end of the hallway.

He passed multiple suits of armor on the way, almost kicking two of them before he found a bend in the hall. The wolf turned, following the long red carpet down another hall, and then another. His legs burned from the constant tap-dancing, but he couldn’t stop. The clan had to be warned. Had to be –

THUNK!

The loud sound of a door slamming open caught his attention, and almost knocked him off of the staircase he’d been climbing. Crisp looked down as he grabbed the railing, and saw that the three people he’d seen from his window had made their way from the hallway to the great hall. One, a lemur, had already leaped out from the doorway and started looting the small bits and pieces on the table, and some of the small pieces from the armor, while the other two – a bobcat and a bigger wolf – shook their heads. The bobcat was the first to talk as Crisp ducked down.

“This place is a bust, Toby. We shoulda stayed back at the hotel.”

The big wolf – Toby, Crisp assumed – shook his head.

“There’s always something in these old castles. Even if there’s not a clan of those fuckers here, there’s something worth taking…and there’s someone here, for sure. Even if it’s not leprechauns.”

Crisp cursed under his breath. There was someone smart here? No, no, the big lug had to just have some sort of guess. He perked his ears up as they kept talking.

“How do you know?”

“Look at this place, Vince. The armor, the table? It’s all wiped down. There’s some servant here, at least. And servants usually have masters, don’t they? So, that means that there are people here that keep stuff around. Stuff we can take.”

[i]Not good, not good, not good…[/i]

Crisp shivered as he felt his shoes itching to dance again, and pressed down a bit more firmly against the carpet. Even with that thick layer of fabric, there was no way that his steps would go unheard with them in the same room. The wolf wouldn’t have trusted himself to tiptoe out of trouble at this point, let alone dance away.

All he could do was watch. Vince and Toby spread out from the doorway, doing a more careful examination of the pieces, while the unnamed lemur continued to loot the different pieces of armor and some of the silverware on the table. Crisp doubted that the leprechauns would miss that, so much, but he should still find them. He tried to remember where the clan tended to sleep. Deep down and high up, from what he remembered, but they could be somewhere else tonight. They liked to move around.

[i]High first, and work my way down? Or start low so that they don’t find the vault?[/i] Crisp wondered as he watched them. There had to be some way to –

Wait…

He looked over the room again. He could see Vince the bobcat turning one silver plate back and forth, and he could see the lemur stripping daggers off of the armor, but where was –

“Heh, what do we have here?”

Eyes going wide at the voice in his ear, Crisp leaped to his feet, but it was too late. Strong arms wrapped around his middle, trapping him against a hard chest and lifting him right off the ground. His feet stomped every which way in mid-air as he was carried down the steps, Toby laughing at the top of his lungs behind him and getting the attention of the other two thieves.

“Hehehe, look what I found, boys? Some little fuck that thinks he’s a leprechaun.”

“I don’t! Let me go!”

“Heh, now why would I do a thing like that?” Vince smirked. “Why’d some little punk like you be hiding behind the railing, watching me and my friends, huh? You some sort of prankster yourself? Or do you live here?”

“I –”

The wolf squeezed his middle, knocking the breath right out of the younger canine as they reached the main hall again. The other two thieves walked over to him, and he could see that they were barely suppressing laughter. Toby dumped him on the floor, and it took Crisp a good few seconds to actually stop kicking and tap-dancing at the air. Toby, on the other hand, pinned him down with a hiking boot on his chest.

“I bet you’re one of the staff here, aren’t you, boy? Some sort of watch-dog? Or some cleaner? You even got the stupid uniform down.”

“Heh, he’s got more than that down, Toby.”

“Yeah, trust you to see it, Josh, you fag.”

The lemur blushed, but no less brightly than Crisp did. The fact that he was hard as a rock was something he’d been doing his best to ignore during his dancing and hiding, but it was rather hard to avoid seeing now. The stupid cock ring that the leprechauns had given him before to keep him from cumming was making his dick even more obvious than usual, and it ached with how hard it was getting.

At least the hiking boot wasn’t pressed down on it. He wasn’t sure if he could have taken that much humiliation.

The big wolf leaned over him, thick rain jacket dripping on his face. Crisp groaned as his breath was kept out of him, that boot pushing just enough out of his lungs to keep him gasping.

“So, you work here? Or at least, do you live here, pup?”

Crisp nodded, unable to quite hold back that. It wasn’t like that was dangerous information or anything like that. He wasn’t making things more difficult.

“Heh, so that means that you know where some of the more valuable stuff is, right?”

“Um, well…”

The wolf pressed a bit harder, and Crisp gasped for breath again, grunting as he pressed his hands against the boot. The big guy was much stronger than he looked, and the wolf whimpered as he was pressed into the stone floor. His air kept getting pushed out, almost like it was some sort of hydraulic press pushing him down rather than a simple boot.

When Toby lifted it up again, he gasped, coughing.

“Yes…”

“Heh, then tell me, boy. There some sort of treasure in here for me and my boys?”

Crisp shivered. This wolf was more dangerous than he looked, and not someone that he wanted to mess with. At the same time, he felt like Toby would know if he lied. The big guy didn’t look like one to suffer fools or liars, and he knew that his body would get a hell of a beating if he took too long to answer.

At the same time, he couldn’t just give up the leprechauns. They were getting to be…well, not nice, but he knew that stealing from them was wrong. Flat-out, completely wrong. He needed to keep them away.

So…he told a half-truth.

“There’s…there’s a treasure, but it’s cursed.”

“Cursed? Toby, don’t like the sound of that…”

“Shut up, Vince. It’s not like it’s gonna hurt you. None of that cursed shit is really cursed; it’s just legends.”

“Yeah, so are leprechauns, man.”

“Leprechauns are myths. There’s a difference.”

[i]Crap, why the hell does he have to have muscles AND a brain?[/i] Crisp wondered from beneath the hiking boot. The pressure was coming off, though, enough for him to be able to breathe normally again. Not enough to wriggle free, though, which was the thing he wanted more.

Toby looked down again, and smirked.

“So, you say the treasure’s cursed, huh? What’s the curse? Make you a little green man with a big red beard and a pair of stupid shoes?”

“Not so…stupid…”

“Heh, not compared to the giant green things that you’re wearing, at least.”

Crisp blushed worse at that, but didn’t rise to the bait. Better to keep them from thinking too long about it.

“There’s a curse, yeah. A big, bad curse. If you pick it up without the right tools, it just vanishes, going right back to where it belongs. The gold doesn’t want to be with the wrong owner, after all.”

The three thieves looked at each other, and Crisp couldn’t help but hold his breath. What if they didn’t buy it? Would that boot get buried in his ass or against his ribs? He could just anticipate the beating already.

After half a minute, Toby chuckled.

“Well, if that’s the case, you better have the right tools somewhere, pup. After all, if you’re living here, that means you probably do most of the cleaning. Where do you keep all the tools?”

“I, uh…”

Think, think!

“In my room! I can go get them, if you’ll let me –”

“Hehehe, hold that thought, pup. If you’re going somewhere, we’re all going somewhere.”

“But, but Toby –”

“Shut it, Josh. You can loot away later. Right now, we’re taking this little faggy wolf up to his room so he can get us the really good stuff. You want to get that date with that model you like so much, you shut up and do what I tell you.”

The lemur looked down, and Crisp wondered just how this group came together. Was Toby just one big bully that demanded everything from them, and made them work for him? Was that how the group was staying together, out of fear of the muscular wolf? Well, it was a possibility; maybe if he could break that fear with something bigger, he could get them to run away.

It was worth a shot.

When the big wolf let him get up, Crisp gestured down the hall he’d come from.

“Uh, this way…”

He blushed as his feet immediately started tap-dancing along the rug, and groaned as he heard the chuckles from the group of thieves. It wasn’t like he wanted to put on a show, but with the forced movement that the shoes left him with, he didn’t have a lot of options. He steeled himself and kept going, even when they started laughing louder, commenting on him from behind.

“You know, ain’t gay, but that dancing ass could look good on my dick.”

“Hey, I am, and I know it’d bounce pretty good there.”

“Shut up, you fags. It’s not like he’s gonna do anything but show us where the gold is. Fucking little prancing prick.”

Prancing prick wasn’t a wrong term for what was going on in the front of his pants, for sure. Crisp could feel his cock bouncing up and down, slapping against the front of his green shorts. No pre oozed out, no dripping happened due to the cock ring, but his dick still ached from the sheer tension and hardness that it was put under. The tightness of the shorts didn’t help, making him tent and bulge the front without any recourse to any relief.

They were halfway to the stairs, and he was still dancing, when Toby growled.

“Why the fuck are you dancing, you prick? It’d be faster if you just walked.”

“I can’t stop! It’s the shoes.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious. It’s part of a different curse.”

“Bull. Shit.”

He shook his head, stopping in the hallway and turning to face them. Even that was a little jig, his heels clicking together and making his boner bounce embarrassingly hard.

“Seriously, just…just shove me around or something. I can’t stop it.”

“Then take the shoes OFF!”

“I can’t!”

“Oh, for the love of –”

Toby did shove him, then, and it was hard enough that he couldn’t catch his footing right away. One of his feet went up, but the green shoe didn’t come back down. Instead, Toby caught it, and the big wolf wrapped one arm around his leg and grabbed the shoe with his other hand.

“You fucking prick. I don’t like liars, and I don’t like dancing boys with waggling dicks, either. We’re getting this off, and getting back to work.”

“But, uh, boss –”

“Josh, either sit your fag-ass down, or get over here and help me out.”

“…Yes, boss.”

The lemur walked over while Vince kept watch, and Crisp blushed as the pair of them tugged on his shoe. It didn’t even wiggle along his heel as they tried to drag it off, and when they pulled at the laces, the laces pulled back. Josh managed to stretch one part of the bow of the knot out for almost six inches before it suddenly sprang back like a rubber band, smacking the lemur’s face right into the bottom of his shoe.

It was almost funny until Toby pulled out a knife.

“Fuck it! I’m cutting this off!”

“No, wait! You don’t want to –”

“They’re just fucking shoes! Get over it!”

The knife came down, Crisp covered his eyes –

TWANG!

SMACK!

And a second later, the knife slid down the wall, clicking down on the cobblestones below. The smaller wolf opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the upraised shoe, and saw that the laces had done something beyond strange.

White laces had formed a rough hand, and from the look of things, had torn the knife out of the wolf’s hand and thrown it against the far wall. Crisp stared at the laces, and then at the other thieves.

If they hadn’t believed him about the curse before, Josh and Vince certainly believed him now. The lemur and bobcat looked utterly petrified, their faces pale beneath their fur, and their eyes wide. Crisp shook his head.

“I tried to tell you…they’re magical shoes. Cursed. Dangerous. And there’s more curses around the castle than that.”

“Uh…uh, Toby, maybe we should –”

“If I hear one more person saying that we should get out of here, they’re gonna find my boots in their face before they finish what they’re saying. Do I make myself clear?”

“…Yes, Toby.”

“Y-yeah, boss.”

[i]Come on, what does it take to get you guys to run away? It’s a cursed castle! You just saw me use my shoes to get out of being stabbed! What does it freaking take?![/i]

Toby let him get to his feet again, and picked up his knife. He shivered a bit as he realized how close he’d gotten to getting his feet stabbed, and turned to keep leading them along when Toby made the gesture.

He danced toward the staircase, and then started making his way up. There were a few muttered comments as they walked along, but not as many as before. Mostly, the thieves felt subdued, like they – or at least Vince and Josh – were taking in the fact that this was actually real. That there was some actual magic around, and that it could actually hurt them if they weren’t careful.

[i]Please, please, don’t get me in trouble…I just want you to leave…[/i]

They kept following him, though, all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. Crisp held the door open until they were inside, and – when Toby looked at him with a death glare – started rooting around in the chest and the large cabinet, making it look like he was trying to find some sort of tool.

The problem was…there was no such tool. It was a complete lie, but he had to find something. This delay could only work so long, but what could he use?

[i]Shoe shiner? No way, that’s not even a tool. Uh, some spare shoelaces? Nope. The gloves? Maybe…[/i]

He finally picked up a pair of fingerless gloves and turned around. Thankfully, they were the sort that weren’t branded in any way, and even were green to match the Irish theme, so he didn’t have to worry about them recognizing them as some sort of riding gloves. He held them out.

“These, uh, these are all I have. You basically sweep your hand through the gold, and the part that stays in your palm will not disappear.”

“…That’s it?”

“I, well, I don’t have to take any of it out of the castle. It’s all part of the castle, so I can just keep going until I get –”

The big wolf punched him in the gut, knocking him off of his feet and onto his bed. Crisp hit the mattress with a groan, curling up in a ball from the hard hit. He wheezed, trying to catch his breath as the other canine loomed over him.

“You little…do you really think we can use something like that? You’re fucking lying to us!”

“Boss!”

“Josh, shut the fuck up! Like, for once in your fucking life, shut up and stay out of my way!”

Crisp barely managed to sit up before that fist was looming over him again. He covered his face, only for that hand to drop down and grab him by the crotch. He wheezed at the tight squeeze over his dick, forcing it up to the front of his pants again.

“Look at you, you fucking faggot. Punched in the gut, and you’re still fucking hard? What the hell is wrong with you? You some kinda pervert? Getting off on sneaking into castles and dancing all over the place?”

[i]He…he doesn’t want to believe in the curses,[/i] Crisp realized. [i]He wants the gold, but he wants everything so far to be my fault, not something going on around him.[/i]

The others were likely too terrified to question it, but Toby looked like he’d gone out of his mind with rage. He wanted that gold, Crisp knew, and the big wolf wasn’t going to stop until he got it.

“Look…look, I’m sorry! I don’t know what I can do for you,” Crisp said. “The magic –”

“There’s no such thing as magic! Leprechauns don’t curse people! They just carry around gold and shit. And you’re going to show us where that fucking treasure is, or so fucking help me, I’m gonna –”

“I…I don’t know where it is!”

The bigger wolf stared at him, squeezing at Crisp’s bulge twice before slowly pulling his hand away. He sighed softly, feeling some small sense of relief that his balls and his dick were no longer at the mercy of this psychopath…

“You’re lying.”

“Wha –”

He was grabbed by the neck and thrown across the room, his feet instantly tap-dancing along the floor as he tried to catch his balance. He ran right into Josh, the lemur catching him, only to end up grinding forward from the tap-dancing, cock bulge sliding against the lemur’s middle. The thief blushed, stepping back, just in time for Toby to spin him around.

“Listen here, you fucking pervert. I’m fed up with your lies and your bullshit. Stop your fucking dancing. Stop your fucking lies. And for fuck’s sake, stop waving that fucking boner around at us and tell us where the treasure is!”

“Ah, ye might want ta ask tha’ question o’ me, laddy.”

[i]Oh, thank heavens…[/i]

Crisp would have collapsed in relief if his body would let him at the sound of that brogue, but he did look towards the staircase. One of the leprechauns stood there, still in a dressing gown for the night, and with a little pipe in his mouth. A little suck and puff produced a four-leaf clover of smoke, which then got blown right into the room…and exploded in Toby’s face.

The wolf shouted as he was knocked back by the leprechaun magic, and the other two thieves screamed in shock. They ran to the window, probably thinking that they could jump out, but two more puffs of smoke caught them before they could go.

As all three thieves scrambled along the floor, the leprechaun flicked his fingers at the them. No sooner had he done it than the bottoms of their shoes turned green, flipping them upside-down and hanging them from the ceiling. The leprechaun chuckled, shaking his head.

“Not very smart boys, are they, laddy?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Heh, mighty fine work o’ ye, though. Keeping these thieves outta the vault.”

“Yes…”

“Heh, sleep, boyo. Ye need it.”

Crisp slowly nodded, then collapsed into the bed. He heard some stomping on the ceiling for a bit, and then everything went dark as he slipped into the world of dreams.

#

The next morning came with a bit of a headache, but nothing that he wasn’t used to. The more annoying part was the throbbing beneath him as he rolled over, the need that had been suppressed the whole night and was only now getting acknowledge. The wolf groaned, rolling onto his back so that his dick was no longer pinned beneath him.

He ached all over. His muscles in his legs, his arms, his belly – oh god, his belly felt like it had been punched in. Crisp groaned, rubbing his stomach lightly. It was going to be a pain to try and…and…

Memories from the last night came flooding in, and he sat up with a start. The wolf looked around, trying to see some sign of it was real or not, and there it was. Footprints on the ceiling, and over in the corner…the green shoes. In the corner. Not on him, but in the corner. He stared at them before ripping his blankets off.

No shoes. Just socks on his feet.

“How…”

“Ah, ye are awake, finally.”

He looked up, seeing Seamus in the doorway. The leprechaun chuckled, leaning against it as he shook his head.

“Not many would do what ye did last night, boyo. Lotsa work, keeping those rascals from taking our pot o’ gold. Most woulda let ‘em go.”

“I…I couldn’t do that. It would have been wrong.”

“And tha’s why ye get to have the shoes removed. The green shoes aren’t needed as a punishment no more for ye, boyo.”

The leprechaun chuckled.

“From now on, I call ye friend o’ the clan. Ye will be welcome here.”

“I…I…I don’t know what to say.”

The world was spinning for the poor wolf, and he could hardly think that this was actually possible. Just last night, he’d been worried that they’d never let him go. And now, not only were they allowing him freedom, but they’d taken the green shoes off before telling him. He’d…he’d really done something right, rather than screwing up.

He blushed as he rubbed the back of his head, slowly sliding out of bed and standing on socked feet rather than in the dancing shoes. It almost felt wrong to take a step without it being part of a dance, but at the same time, so much of a relief to walk normally. He took several more, staring at his feet, before slowly looking up.

“I…I’m really free, right?”

“Heh, do ye want to be?”

“…”

Did he? Yes, he complained constantly about what was going on in the castle, and he wanted to have more freedom than he currently did, but did he actually want to be fully free? The dancing in the shoes had left him harder than ever, and the leprechauns had just shown that they were not the monsters that he was afraid of them becoming.

Yet…

He couldn’t leave the outside world. This was supposed to be a short vacation, not a lifelong stay. And while he could come back sometime, the chance to actually do it would be hard to get. Money for flights and for everything else would be difficult to come by.

He was torn.

Seamus walked over to him, patting him on the back.

“Heh, looks like ye have a dream.”

“Kind of…”

“Heh, tell me, boyo. The clan owes ye a small debt. Could make it a little wish o’ the leprechauns.”

“I…well…”

How did he even make a request like that? There was no way that he could ask for money from the clan. That would be like taking their treasure, and he had a horrible feeling that it might revoke his status as friend to the clan. But what if he…what if he could take some sort of memory from this place?

Crisp looked at the green shoes again, and the idea came to him, far faster than such things usually did.

“I…I’d like to take a set of the green shoes with me.”

“Oh, would ye, boyo?”

The wolf nodded, unable to keep the blush off of his face.

“Just, uh, not quite in that style. And with the ability to turn it on and off. Just so –”

“So ye can remember, yet not live the life, eh?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“Heh…I think ol’ Seamus can make tha’ happen. Just relax, and let me do the work. And maybe, just maybe, boyo, you’ll find yerself dancin’ yer way back to us one day.”

Crisp chuckled, even as he rubbed the back of his head. It wasn’t an entirely bad thought.

#

The wolf found himself on the road a few hours later, his suitcase behind him and his clothes restored to something more normal, though still old style and green. He adjusted his jacket so that it fit over the lighter green shirt beneath, and tipped his new hat back so that it wasn’t over his eyes. The little belt-buckle style of thing on it was a little weird, but he wasn’t going to say no to that gift.

Particularly not after how the clan had changed the shoes so nicely.

Crisp looked down at his feet, seeing how they were wrapped in a nice pair of high-top sneakers that were as emerald green as the green shoes had been. Black laces ran down the front, and a four-leaf clover of gold was on the heel. Gold aglets completed the look, and he clicked the heels together with a chuckle and smile.

[i]This is much better than the ones that those thieves are going to have to wear,[/i] he thought, remembering seeing Toby and the others dancing in the hall for the leprechaun clan. A part of him felt bad for leaving them there, but at the same time, he’d gotten beaten up pretty bad by the other wolf. And besides, they needed to learn some sort of lesson, and this one wasn’t that harmful when it came down to it.

Then again, he didn't have to suffer it. He chuckled, remembering seeing the three thieves dancing around in the great hall, their green shoes clicking together as they were forced firmer and firmer on their feet. The thought was enough to leave him giggling.

He finally left the castle behind, arriving at the dirt road that led out towards the airport, and waited for the taxi he called. Soon enough, it showed up, the driver helping him get his suitcase into the back, and he stepped into the car.

“So, the airport, then?”

[i]Heh, compared to the leprechauns, no Irishman has a real brogue, I guess,[/i] the wolf thought as he nodded. The mouse turned the car around, and they started driving. [i]I hope I have enough for this, though.[/i]

He started rooting around in his pockets, wanting to make sure that he still had enough money for this, only to feel something more solid and hard than paper money or his credit card. He blinked, pulling at it.

A leather pouch popped out of his pocket, and as he opened it, he found not one, but a dozen pieces of gold. Crisp stared at it, his mouth hanging open before he looked over his shoulder again.

The castle continued to loom in the distance, and perhaps it was his imagination, but he thought he saw a few green dots flying around the top of it.

“Something the matter?”

“No, no,” he shook his head at the driver’s question. “If anything…it’s pretty darn alright.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]