The night was not a night to be traveling, not a night to be caught
outside as the heavy storm raged on. A flow of heavy rain poured down
from the sky to cover the land in it's heavy fluids drenching all that
were unfortunate enough to venture out into the sounds of the roaring
rain. If this alone wasn't enough to keep most inside the rolling
thunder that burst through the air would be. Always following a distant
lighting flash, close enough to light up the sky for it's few
millisecond, but slow enough that one could see all within the area for
that period of time. The thunder clapped loudly to all in order to
inform them of it's presence, to tell them of the danger of this storm,
and to warn them to remain indoors and out of it's territory as it
covered the streets, fields, ponds, streams, and trees with its rage.
The only thing cutting through the sound of this storm was the stalling
of an engine with a car parked to the side of the road. Even there the
canine could hear the sound of the rain pounding at his hood and
windshield, trying to break in if it only had the solidity to be able to
manage such a thing. That didn't stop it from clawing away at the
metal casing that covered the car, trying to work it's watery intentions
across the container. Crisp knew that he only had one choice. If the
car wouldn't start then he couldn't simply wait around in it in hopes
that someone might be kind enough to not only see him, but stop and
help. Those soft, near innocent eyes turning to the side of his own
window only to see through the running water a dark castle in the
background. Those eyes had to narrow a second, given it's color seemed
to blend in well with the darkness that the sky was choosing to
represent itself with, but with another flash of lightning the wolf was
able to make out the full outline of this grand structure.
His hand easily wrapped around the grip to the door handle, debating for
a second the odds of staying here versus going to race his way up those
steps. A lick of his lips and a stillness of his nerves and Crisp
would grit his teeth for a second before pulling on the door latch and
pushing the door open. Finally the storm had the moment it needed to
claim this canine as it's own. The down pour seemed to pick up
suddenly, if that was even possible, and with a fast movement to escape
he'd slam the door behind him as he tore across the street, his clothing
becoming soaked right from the very start where he tried in his failed
attempt to escape the storm that roared at his running. Steps padded
with a bit of a splash in each step he took, forcing him further and
further up towards the castle on the hill. The puddles on the stairs
making the rain that hit it splash back up at him almost as if the storm
itself was still trying to stop his movement, trying to capture him
here and now while he pulled himself away in a frantic race towards the
towering safe haven.
With panting breath he'd come to press his hands against the double
doors, gripping the rings that made up the handles and looked at the
towering doors, far larger than even the tallest of creatures he'd ever
seen. Even as he pulled against the door to open them and allow himself
inside he could hear the sound of thunder rolling through, the storm
giving its dissatisfaction with the escape of its prey and trying to
reclaim him with a loud thumbing from the outside where he closed and
backed away from the door itself. His footsteps continuing to take him
backwards slowly, easily, the darkness of this old castle making him
wonder if the place was abandoned, or worse yet, haunted.
Those backpedaling footsteps would slowly bring the canine's rear to
press against something, at first believing it to be some form of a
drape, or a curtain, but soon as he felt something underneath those
drapes he'd reach his hand back to find out what it was. He should be
in the middle of the room, nothing should be here. Maybe a piece of
covered furniture, or a well decorated side table. When his hand sunk
into whatever it was under this draping cloth his eyes started to turn
towards it, wondering what he was feeling up.
“Hello thar, pup. What we be doing for ye?” The voice of the obvious
thick Irish accent that carried the words to him. This wolf wasn't just
standing around at the sound of this voice, his feet immediately
lifting off of the floor and his kicking at where the ground used to be
while he turned from his sudden jump to see the long coat dressed goat
with read hair and a long ginger beard that came down into a point at
it's absolute bottom. “Notten to be worrying about, laddey. We just be
da caretakers of dis here castle.”
“I.. I'm sorry to have intruded...” he said trying to collect himself
while watching this buck for a second. It might be the pipe in his
mouth, or the light puff of smoke that came from it, but something
seemed clearly off by this man. Still if he was the caretaker then it
was him that the young pup needed to speak to. “It's storming outside
and I was hoping to take refuge here. If that's ok.”
“Of course it is, young pup. Let me show you to a room.” The Irish
billy turning to the side in order to allow Crisp to pass with that
charming and cool smile on his lips.
With the wolf easily walking to pass by the man he'd smile at him
casually. After that storm it was nice to see someone kind enough to
let him wait it out and not feel the damper that came with such a raging
torrent. The soft smile that reached across Crisp's face made him feel
all the better about the situation of being in this creepy castle for a
period of time.
With his head turned back towards them he continued to walk in his
direction towards the stairs, his voice calling back to the
caretaker. “I never got your name.”
The goat gave off a bit of a chuckle to this sudden request, “Oh such
things are rarely given so openly, young pup. You can just call me
Shamus.”
The wolf blinked at this as he continued to walk forward, having not
noticed at all the darkness that had come to encircle him, where the
stair case seemed much further away than he had remembered it being, the
pup turned his head again and found that he wasn't on the stairs now,
but under them. Just as the steps started to close around him he'd feel
the floor starting to move. The panic set in of what was happening,
his eyes turning from one spot to another while he looked for something
to help himself out with only to find that he couldn't see a single
thing at all. This stair case was completely void of light and it was
only seconds before the moving floor had brought him backwards into the
stairs that had just closed up, a bonk hitting the back of his head and
forcing him forward and making the wolf tumble down to the rooms below.
With only seconds of falling his back ended up coming to impact the very
soft mattress that he had been guided to. His panting breath of panic
starting to calm a bit while he looked around to see that he was
actually in a rather nice room. Decorative dresser, armoire, even a
reading seat set right beside the window. The view outside was
surprisingly delightful as the sun shown through and once damp and
drenched areas began to dry. He had to be happy that the rain had
stopped, it meant that he could move on from this place. Not that the
hospitality wasn't nice, but the trap doors and hidden stairs kind of
worked up his nerves. Not to mention the kind, but kind of off
caretaker of this place.
With a jump up from his bedding the wolf moved towards the door, his
face making instant contact with the floor as a shape bit of pain raced
through his snout. A hard grunt flowed from him and with a lift of his
foot he felt a tugging on his other. Those green eyes turned down
towards his feet only to find that his shoes had somehow been tied
together. With a hard grunt he'd turn himself over, fingers fumbling
with the laces eagerly until they were disconnected and retied the way
they should be. The wolf's hand gripping the bedding to help pull
himself up and while he stood his pants did now, finding them down by
his ankles leaving him to quickly jerk his body down to recover them and
lift them back around his hips once again.
With the shoes taken care of and his pants back in place this canine
started his journey towards the door once again, finding himself on his
face instantly where his shoes had again been tied together. Crisp was
speechless, his eyes blinking at the display set before him. He knew
that he had fixed that and with a fast and scurried motion would untie
his shoes, but completely remove them, smiling to himself that he had
outsmarted whatever force was at work here. Even as he stood up he felt
his ankles bound again, his pants once again down there. He had to
just stare at it for a moment, remaining with his pants down and showing
off the red briefs decorated in tiny hearts that caused his cheeks to
blush, but also his sheath to swell a bit. With an upward step Crisp
would once again outsmart these creatures in removing his pants entirely
to carry them with his shoes.
From this point there was nothing to stop him from making his way
towards the door. His hands easily reaching out for the knob and with
an easy turn to unlatch the wooden entrance he'd pull it towards
himself. Eyes widening when he witnessed that long coat wearing goat
standing there and looking directly back at him. It was then that he'd
realized the situation he was in. He was standing in a room of this
castle, with his hands holding his pants and prancing around in his
underwear. Needless to say that the cheeks of this wolf turning a
bright red was all that needed to be displayed where he found himself
without any words at all to explain his situation.
“By God, boy. Why ye be walk'n round with just yur heart printed
undies?” The goat would call out easily with his hands lifted over his
eyes, but there was no unseeing what he'd just seen. Somewhere in the
period of time that this pup was in this room he'd removed his shoes and
pants and was starting his way towards the exit.
“Well, I was.. um..” he tried to find the best way to explain himself
looking back at that bed and really not believing himself what had
happened there. A lick of his lips and a long series of blinks while he
worked to figure out how to word this, but his focus was shattered when
he felt the warm hand press to the back of his shoulders to help guide
him from the room.
“It be alright, boy. I be in my undies under dis coat as well. Be
understand'n yur problem.” He said to the wolf with a bit of a more
stern smile across his face, “You be come'n along though.”
“So... you're going to throw me out then?” His ears folded back, a bit
sad about how he had been caught, but more sad about not being able to
explain the situation in a way that made sense at all. His ears lifted
from their sad state to the voice of laughter that drew his green hued
eyes back up towards the fellow.
“Don't ya be silly now. We be taken you to court!” The goat announced.
Crisp was shocked by this, his steps completely stopping and he'd find
himself just standing there in complete awe and disbelief. “For being
in my underwear in your house? Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.”
“No no, We don't be care'n about yur heart printed undies, boy. We be
taken ya to court for try'n to steal the leprechaun’s gold.”
The sudden fact that the words were spoken so easily by the caretaker
made the wolf wonder about what the hell was going on. He couldn't even
fathom that someone could believe in leprecauns let alone that they'd
believe someone was trying to steal gold from them. How old was this
castle anyway? He'd try to make his case here, but was silenced by the
shoes that he carried when the laces came to wrap around his wrists
tying them together tightly so that he couldn't resist or get away. The
hand on his back feeling almost like a push where even if he resisted
it would still force him forward. Yelling and screaming he tried to
announce that he didn't know anything about such creatures, but the goat
wasn't listening to his argument and in only a few seconds the wolf was
brought to what looked to be a round gaping hole that shown out easily
amongst grey stone flooring.
The sight of the darkness that filled this hole caused Crisp to believe
well that there may actually be no bottom to it. The view down below of
nothing at all while he leaned over to get a better look. It was only a
second later that he felt a boot at his butt and forced down face first
into the hole itself. Tumbling, twisting, turning, and soon bouncing
as his rump bounces off of some kind of cushioned seat. Somewhere he
had lost his pants, he couldn't tell where they had landed, and the
shoes that had bound his wrists had released him as well. Just a soft
sigh while he sat here in the dark before the audible thunk of a bright
light shown down through the darkness where the hole had been to
illuminate the seat he was sitting in. Those green eyes instantly
wincing to the sudden brightness, but it did no help at all to display
who was on the other side of this darkness, separated from them as if by
a wall of black.
Another loud sound and another spotlight shown down while Shamus made
his appearance once again. Walking with his long coat up to the now
fully illuminated judge stand. Rising far above the seat so that he can
view all out and near by while the court was in session. His narrowed
gaze and judging look bringing his hand up to his red beard to give it a
long tug and make sure it was straight. Finally as he approached his
stand the goat would bounce and take his seat just in time for Crisp to
see the lower half scurry off into the darkness. It only took the wolf a
few seconds to realize what was happening here and quickly try to
correct himself, fix this situation before things became worse.
The canine spoke up quickly, speaking in his defense, “I didn't know
leprechauns even existed... I don't want to steal anyone's
gold... I...” he was immediately silenced by the loud bellowing roar
form the goat telling him in a single word to silence himself which the
pantless Crisp did immediately, his hands tugging at his shirt to try
and cover up the heart printed briefs that he had chosen to wear for
this endeavor.
“Young pup, you have been suspected of trying to steal the leprechaun's
gold, and more heinously have been caught wearing red undies with hearts
on them on a day other than Tuesday. Due to your traitorous ways you
are henceforth sentenced to the wearing of... the green shoes...”
There was no reasoning here, no purpose in trying to debate. The judge
had reached a verdict before the court had even began. With no defense,
with no word in otherwise, the wolfs' ears folded back slowly and
forced this canine to sink down more into the seat. His hands still
fumbling with the rim of his shirt while his teeth sunk until his bottom
lip, only curious as to what they meant by the green shoes and knowing
that trying to run would do no good at all against such powerful
creatures.
Soon the bottom half of this man came walking forth, the pants sinking
down to reveal a sheep hidden underneath. Her hands gripping on the
shoes in question. They sparkled in a brilliant green as if they had
been crafted from the very essence of luck magic itself. Her hands
holding them clearly, delicately lest she suffers the magic
herself. The bulbous toe area showing that these were absolutely a very
unique style of shoe designed back in the old days and kept in such a
magnificent condition. The view of them drawing a thicker shift from
his lower body, trying to hide the poking tent starting to form.
“Ey! The pup be gett'n a shiner.” Came the call from the audience, from
the crowd that was here. The sound of uproarious laughter filled the
room while the churning sound of voices and crowd sunk into one.
His cheeks reddened from the display that he'd made of himself and his
feet lifted despite his attempt to try and prevent it only to find the
softness of the leather, the delicate cushion of the soles and the firm
tightness that drew him to enjoy the shoes that had been provided. Here
he'd thought that such a thing would be a curse, but it had turned out
that these shoes were simply perfect for his feet. Easily he'd slide
from the throne like chair and step down onto the floor. His body
shifting from one side to the next to further test them and with a nice
deep blush of his cheeks he'd smile to the judge again.
“These... these shoes are very nice. They're amazing, thank you.” He
felt himself continue to shift from one side to the next. The bright
smile on his face soon fading when he realized that while he did like
the feel of them, he was unable to stop himself from his sway.
A few blinks and the shoes would lift his feet, making him step out and
then in, kicking, and stomping. The balls of his feet shifting side to
side only to do the same on the heels. He was being forced to dance,
unable to stop for even a second as he his arms worked to try and keep
himself balanced, out to the side, waving, and doing everything he could
not to fall down here. With great tactic and force the wolf was made
to dance for these people, to display the steps and tap dancing
movements that made them all clap in harmony in order to give the shoes a
beat to go on. It wasn't even long before he could start hearing music
coming from the audience, the sound of a great little jig starting to
be played and other people joining in on the dancing, but theirs was
more controlled than the forced dance that this wolf was being put
through.
Without his hands being able to hold his outfit down the thick member
that poked into his underwear shined easily through, arching to lift the
band away from his belly and show the force of the hardness that was
being coursed through him. Words called out, “slut” “whore” “shameless”
and he blushed at all of them while dancing through it all. He could
feel their laughter pushing past his ears, the embarrassment of their
treatment making his already darkened face redden more while his legs
were forced out again and again until finally the tired and abused
canine cried out to stop.
Finally the feeling of his legs calming down, his muscles finally able
to relax and his feet coming to a stand still allowed him a period of
relief. Working to catch his breath this panting canine came to sit
back down in that throne that had remained behind him this entire
time. The sweat dripping from his chin and forcing him his hand to wipe
it away just before the two loud clunks sounded where the shoes simply
fell off of his feet. Finished with his sentence and the judgmental
gaze of the goat continued to look over him. Finally, that gaze folded
into a happy grin with an arm reaching down to pat the wolf on the back.
“Ye did good boy! Ye've gotten through yur sentencing. Ye may leave,
and take them shoes wicha!” With the words spoken the lights all around
in this dark room would shut off all at once.
Lost in the darkness once again Crisp steps down feeling his feet almost
step right back into those cursed shoes once again. His hands reaching
down to pick them up in his hand and with an easy pace just started to
walk forward through the darkness. In only a few seconds of walking
he'd find a sharp pain in his face when he felt what could only be
described as a wall impact him. His hand moving to rub his nose for a
second before standing up and reaching out in front of him. What he
found was that this was no wall, it was a door. His hand gripping the
ring on it and pulling to find that it wouldn't budge, but pushing on it
allowed it to crack and open easily out into the world. Seeing the
steps he'd had to climb to get up here.
A smile touched his face to see the outdoors again. The rain had passed
and the air smelled of a clean electrical charge of oxidized particles
that happens when lightning strikes. The soft lung filling feeling of
fresh air coming over him and easily he'd step out only to hear the door
slam behind him. A turn of his head and he'd continue to walk down the
steps, once again looking at the shoes that had been acquired from this
venture. Out on the street one could see a man walking easily along
the road that his car was parked at. His herd that he was leading all
coming to a stop when they looked up at the castle to see this boy
descending.
“Well I'll be!” The herder called up to him, “Boy, where be your pants?”
Crisp gasped suddenly seeing his exposed stiff member hanging through
the red briefs and just as he turned to pull on the castle door he would
find that it wouldn't open at all now, the only evidence that he could
tell that this door ever opened was the sound of the soft laughter
calling forth from the outside of this door. If he went back in there
then he knew what his sentencing would be, he knew what they would do to
him again just the same as they did last time. No, he could suffer the
embarrassment of walking out into the street with no pants far more
than he could wearing those green shoes again. Blushing deeply he only
swallowed his shame trying to sneak past the herder and his stock in
order to try and get back to his car once again.
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Commission: The Green Shoes
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An absolutely fun story to write based on a hannah barbara short from back in the day. I'm always happy to do work and this one was interested, creative, and entertaining to write.
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Crisp (c)
Story written by me.
Other characters are npc's
Hope you all enjoy reading it.
Done over Stream
Crisp (c)
Story written by me.
Other characters are npc's
Hope you all enjoy reading it.
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