Public Commission #2

A young wolf can be seen walking down a grassy hill with his friends one balmy, breezy evening. The wolf's grey fur mostly covered by his black cotton gym shorts and green and black jersey. The other two, a portly porcine and an athletically built hyena are both wearing the same team uniforms and following alongside the young wolf. All three looked to be in their mid-teens, their rowdy laughter getting carried away by the wind. They had just finished a tournament match and decided to take a little hike afterwards together to unwind. The much cleaner air comparatively to their home city had given them newfound energy they weren't accustomed to.

The trio noticed that the sun was setting and were about to start to head back to the hotel when they noticed a castle in the distance. The road leading to it was fairly well-kept despite the castle itself looking pretty run down. The gate was left open and the teenagers quickly ran through to the large wooden entryway. At first it was a simple dare to who could first muster the courage to enter the imposing building. Then that led to another dare and another until the trio had almost fully explored the castle. At least the still-intact rooms anyway. They noticed they were very quickly running out of daylight and a particularly nasty dare finally came. First one to leave the castle was the biggest wuss in the group and had to do all three of the group's homework when they got back for a whole week. The stakes were high but the cost of backing was their manhood in the eyes of their friends so all three began to nervously attempt to distract themselves from the sight of the sun setting and the only source of light in the area growing dimmer and dimmer.

An indefinite amount of time had passed a few distracting games of hide and seek later. Now there were no sources of light left as the sun set. The trio largely relied on their cell phone flashlights as they gathered in what must have been a bedroom at one point. The three were sitting in a circle in the middle of the room chatting about whatever came to mind, who they found attractive back home, how awesome Ireland was and how difficult it was to understand the locals' accent. They were all having a great time like they normally would until the odd creak or the strange gust of wind would blow through a room and begin to creep them out. As they slowly ran out of things to joke or talk about the atmosphere in the room began to change.

None of them wanted to leave the room that they gathered in but none of them wanted to give in and show any sign of being afraid by suggesting they move toward the exit.

Instead the trio decided to distract themselves further by examining the empty bedroom. Crisp, the wolf, decided to search the closet. Jimmy, the pig, decided to search the fireplace while Cray the hyena decided to check the walls for hidden passages. It sounds childish but when your only experience with castles is cartoons and childrens' books you have a warped view on what an old seemingly abandoned castle could possess. None of the trio actually found anything interesting and a couple actually used the excuse to get caught up on their texting while the other two were distracted. However, a certain discerning eye of a young wolf noticed a pair of dusty old boots in the closet pushed up into the corner and hidden under a dusty sheet.

Crisp pulled the old ratty looking boots from the closet and held them up proudly, calling to the gang who sat idly by texting their friends back at the hotel about how awesome this castle was. At first they were curious at what Crisp had found, what could possibly be left here in this old castle after all. Then they realized the wolf was holding up nothing more than a pair of old boots. Discoloured, holes, the soles were falling off! Crisp plopped them down onto the wooden floor between the three friends rather proudly he found something where they did not. The pig and the hyena did not look nearly as amused and the pig smirked, "Oh yeah? Well let's stop wasting our time here and really up the ante on these stupid dares! I dare Crisp to wear those ugly, bug-filled boots!" Crisp was certain there were no actual bugs in them but now that he was thinking about it all he could imagine was countless parasites crawling through every hole and it sent shivers down his spine, "If you don't do it you lose and we can finally go home, dude!" the hyena confirmed despite knowing that the wolf would most likely dare him next for it.

Crisp shot Cray a glare which actually looked a little intimidating in the dark of this old castle. Then let out a sigh of resignation, it was an easy dare and if they were going end-game there were much worse things the wolf could dare Cray to do he knew the hyena would never do. So without any fanfare he untied his own boots and stood up, afraid the old ones would fall apart if he tried to pick them up and put them on. Stepping into them one foot at a time he took a moment to flex his toes and enjoy the cool air through his socks on his slightly swollen feet from their earlier game. Once he took a moment to prove he was really in them, he started to step out of them when Jimmy spoke up, "Nuh uh! You gotta tie the laces or it doesn't count! Really gotta let the parasites and germs have time to get up onto you." to which Crisp rolled his eyes. It worked the first time but not the second, all Crisp did was focus on the task to be done instead of the fear of actual bugs crawling along his feet. He knelt down and began to tie the old shoes, Cray and Jimmy sat nearby, the hyena idly texting while the pig hoped beyond hope somethin' would bite his friends toe and allow him to win the dare.

Once Crisp had finished tying the shoes he stood up and kicked one foot into the wooden floor beneath them. Aside from stirring up some dust nothing happened though. The young wolf didn't get bitten nor did he feel anything more than mild discomfort from the ancient-looking shoes. The wolf smiled confidently down at the young pig who could only return the expression with a scowl, crossing his arms and muttering a curse. The wolf sat back down with the most smug of grins while attempting to think of the most humiliating and painful dare to end this game and allow the trio to go home. Even though all they had to do was give up and leave, the unspoken, unclarified, unnegotiated rules were clear! You leave first and you were a coward!

The wolf closed his eyes and nodded his head towards the pig after collecting his thoughts before uttering the question, "Truth or dare, Jimmy?" the hyena rolling his eyes while texting since they all knew you had to choose dare. Truth was just another way of proving you were the coward after all. So the pig's scowl melted into a proud beaming grin as he boastfully declared to accept the dare. At least until the wolf explained the dare itself was to strip off his pants and underwear and walk all the way back to town before putting anything back on.

The pig's eyes widened a little bit and he took the smallest of moments to consider his options before brazenly stepping briefly out of his own shoes to pull down his shorts and briefs. Chucking them at the wolf defiantly and standing proudly before his two friends. Not like anybody else was around anyway and they've all been in the locker room together. However the dare would not be completed until all of them were back to town conveniently enough and the trio got up and left. Jimmy carrying his white briefs and soccer shorts and Crisp holding his soccer shoes in his paw as they went to leave the castle.

The trio were doing their best to remain quiet as they walked down the creaky hallway, not wanting to increase the already intimidating vibe the castle walls gave off in the dark Now that the sun had set the only light was coming from Cray's cell phone light. The artificial light casting a cold, sharp glow on the shadowy building doing nothing to ease their nerves. The hyena was so busy trying to keep his cell phone aimed up so the light was useful and text at the same time he didn't even notice the wolf's socks beginning to change hue. The white socks gaining green lines along them. It's not like the wolf's clothes were making any noises to alert them and Jimmy was standing brazenly in front of the three as they marched toward the exit in a single file line. Only when they reached the staircase did Crisp notice his shorts were starting to feel -very- tight. The old shoes were also starting to become a lot more comfortable despite their age but he just attributed that to his feet adjusting. At first anyway.

When they got to the bottom of the stairs Jimmy turned around after hearing a strange grunt from his friend. Crisp watched the pigs expression go from confused to surprised to hysterical in a little over one second. The wolf was confused at first as the pig pointed at him while trying to hold back his laughter, "Dude what the fuck are you wearing?!" was the first question the young pig asked before bursting into a fit of laughter. The commotion caused the hyena to look up from his texting and glance down from his place on the stairs down at what was going on. At first he noticed his friend wasn't wearing shorts anymore, but as his eyes readjusted to the moonlight in the castle he noticed that the wolf's underwear was bright green as were his socks and shoes. All Cray could mutter was "What the fuc- dude?! What the hell!?" causing Crisp to realize Jimmy wasn't merely pranking him and regard himself for a moment.

The wolf could feel the blood rushing to his head, his paws growing cold and clammy as he felt that stomach lurching feeling you get only in underwear nightmares. The wolf's shorts were gone! All that was left were his undies and they'd completely changed from his usual tighty-whities to an extra tight green version. That wasn't even the worst part! Pressed so tightly against the front it was a miracle they didn't rip was his rigid shaft just begging to poke out over the rim of his new green undies. As he turned to regard himself he gave the hyena a full viewing of the goods he so brazenly displayed whose eyes only widened further and nearly caused the young pup to fall to the ground after missing a step.

Crisp felt dizzy, a sudden surreal feeling he wasn't used to, as if he suddenly remembered that he was dreaming and any moment he would wake up. However that wasn't the case, instead the wolf could only watch as Jimmy gripped his package and waved it back and forth at the wolf, "Saw somethin' you liked, eh? If you wanted to suck my dick all you had to do was ask! Ahaha!" the young pig was laughing so hard he could hardly catch his breath to form the insults; meanwhile the hyena was fiddling with his cell phone. An idea hitting the young spotted friend before the hallway filled with the sound of his cell phone's camera shutter and a few flashes of light, capturing Crisp in the extra tight underwear and his bobbing erection contained within as he failed at covering himself with just his paws.

Crisp balked at the two he thought were his friends, how quickly they turned on him during a real problem situation! How had his clothes changed?! Where did his shirt and shorts vanish to?! How come his now black shoe laces were blowing around despite there being no wind to carry them up!? None of it was making any sense at all and he wasn't waking up! He felt like he was going crazy until a creepy faint laughing could be heard echoing through the entryway which silenced all three of the boys. They all looked around the castle, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise which was hard when it kept bouncing off the walls. Crisp just happened to glance upward and noticed a silhouette sitting in a window before pointing to it, "There! Who're you!? What's so funny!" he asked despite the obvious answer.

A merry voice spoke up when the creepy soft laughter came to an end, "Who am I~? You ask? That's even more hysterical than your appearance young man! I'm the spirit that owns this castle! Who're you to intrude so foolishly within these walls during the witching hour~? Such foolish young men I see, very foolish indeed~ Not a wit about them! Such a shame." the trio were squinting their eyes as they looked up at what appeared to be a tiny old red squirrel wearing a green suit. He was only missing a pair of green shoes to complete his outfit... and then the wolf realized what happened.

The pig spoke before either of the other two could, "He's a leprechaun!? What the hell? Leprechauns aren't real! What're you trying to pull?" he shouted up at the man who they could now make out was grinning down at them. The old man was hunched over, his bare feet resting on the window sill as he looked down at the three, "Me? You broke into my home and stole my shoes, lad! Regardless of what you think is real I'm going to have to make you pay a little before I letcha go!" the old man reached into his back pocket and pulled out a long hollowed stick bringing one end to his mouth before blowing into it. A haunting musical note echoed loudly through the corridors of the castle followed by another before the notes formed an upbeat ditty.

It was a pretty catchy beat but the peculiar nature of the situation had the boys completely caught off guard and on edge. Crisp heard the sound of shoes tapping against the concrete floor before he felt his legs moving, it was the weirdest feeling having his world move under him as he looked down at his now dancing feet. His legs were doing some kind of strange kicking dance that he had trouble keeping up with which wasn't a problem because he couldn't feel his legs anymore anyway. It was like everything the long green striped socks touched was no longer under his control. The shoes were even starting to glow a little bit, as if reflexing the tiny bit of light around them. What's worse was Crisp's boner had not shrunk at -all- since this all started, despite the humiliation earlier or the fear they felt creeping up their spines his rigid shaft bounced lewdly in the tight green undies.

Suddenly Jim started yelling over the tune, a strange glassy look in his eyes, "Hey Cray! How much battery life you got left on that cell phone?! Let's record this shameless little queer of an MvP showing off and make him our slave! I'm tired of coach always praising this little bitch friend of ours and benching us after we bust our asses." to which Cray could only nod, letting out a cackling hyena laugh as he loaded up the recording device on his phone. He was looking for a way to increase the subscribers to his channel; the captain of the soccer team dancing in his underwear with a raging boner bouncing about should do it. The camera made another clicking noise which sent a shiver up Crisp's spine, he was so confused. Was this old man really making them act this way with that flute? It's not like he hasn't already proven the flute was magical when he suddenly lost control of his legs to do this mortifying dance which seemed to force him into thrusting his crotch outwards further. Did they really feel this way about him all this time though?

Cray was holding the phone up at an angle and walking around the dancing wolf making sure to capture the image of his gyrating hips and bouncing bulge. The light of the cell phone even managed to capture the red of Crisp's cheeks despite the darkness. Crisp himself said nothing, bringing his paws up to try and cover his face in a vain attempt at concealing his identity. What could one say in such a situation after all? Not like he had a lot of options nor arguments to make. The music continued to echo from the window, the small red squirrel appearing to be very into it now, a bemused smile across his lips. Meanwhile Jimmy was just standing there, idly stroking his cock while watching the wolf's display which only further made Crisp all the more self-conscious about his appearance.

The eyes lit up and his voice chimed in over the music once more, "Look! He's getting wet from this! What a pervert!" pointing at the wolf's stretched undies, a wet spot trailing down between the wolf's legs. The hyena letting out another cackling laugh as he focused the camera down between the wolf's legs, he was about to refocus on the approaching pig when Jimmy grabbed his wrist and prevented him from lifting the camera, "Dude! Don't get my face in the shot too! I'm not some fag like him!" he shouted at the hyena who doubled his focus on making sure to avoid capturing either his or Jimmy's face in the shot. The pig approached the wolf cautiously, seemingly unsure if he'd start dancing too if he got too close or touched the wolf at this point. So despite the wolf's flailing, useless arms trying to push him away the pig was easily able to restrain them and pull the wolf forward. Jimmy let out a sigh of relief as his feet stayed firmly planted on the ground after grabbing Crisp by his scruff and pulling him forward, burying the wolf's nose between his legs.

The adolescent wolf could only grimace and do his best to show his disgust as the pig molested him. The shoes continued to dance however and his erection continued to jut out and bob between his legs, all captured on Cray's camera after all. The movements forcing the wolf's snout further between the porcine's legs to the point where Crisp could feel his friend's fat, sweaty nuts resting on the bridge of his muzzle. The rich potent musk of his team mate burning his nose amplified by the tournament match earlier today and the lack of showers they took afterwards. Crisp's senses were overloading, his hackles raised and his tail whipping back and forth. Jimmy's grip on his scruff remained tight and Crisp found it impossible to gain any footing to resist or pull away with his feet moving on their own. Instead he could only watch with wide eyes as his muzzle was guided up against the thick, throbbing shaft of his molester. Crisp glanced sideways at the beady light coming from the cell phone that the hyena was moving in for a close up. Despite his best efforts to growl or bare his fangs most of his mouth was hidden behind the thick meat, only his blushing cheeks were visible on the camera. For the first time that night with a strange hint of excitement Cray spoke up, "Dude just stick it in! She ain't gonna bite'cha!" the camera moved closer to the wolf's face and Crisp heard the hyena whisper to him, "You bite and I share this with Ytube and tell everyone where to see you, got it?" With the camera focused on his face and his muzzle pushed up against Jimmy's crotch he could only mumble an affirmative, "Mhmm!" The wolf's paws no longer fighting against Jimmy's grip allowed him to let go and grip the wolf's head with one paw and the base of his shaft with the other. Rubbing the tip against the wolf's lips who struggled to stop himself from growling. Instincts telling him to resist but his mind reminding him that his social life was over if he didn't do what they wanted.

The wolf struggled internally for a few moments, the camera focused intently and the heavy-set porcine patiently leaking pre across his lips and chin until Crisp gave in and opened his muzzle, no longer baring his fangs. The camera catching the image of a blushing wolf, ears pinned back guided immediately down the shaft of the anonymous pig. The room filling with the sounds of a sloppy, inexperienced blowjob as the eager rapist gripped down on the wolf's head with both hands and guided it up and down along his shaft, thoroughly enjoying the rough tongue on his sensitive glands. Cray was a little taken aback by the roughness of the pig but the tightness in his pants reminded him to hold the camera still and get a good shot. Pulling away from the scene a little the hyena managed to show the awkward scene of the wolf dancing in his strangely shiny shoes while fellating the pig. It almost appeared consensual on the camera since there was no audio, just rough. The wolf's eyes looking up at the pig, wincing shut each time his face was buried between the pig's legs and his face was pushed up against Jimmy's musky pubic fur.

The porcine's hips were gyrating more than the wolf's now and the slick wet noises of the blowjob echoed throughout the entryway. Wet smacks of the wolf's lips resealing around the shaft each time he thrust back in and pops as he pulled too far out occasionally. It wasn't like either had very much experience in oral sex after all. The pace was erratically frantic yet somehow the wolf continued to dance and the eerie tune continued to echo, more softly now as the sounds of sex grew louder. Crisp found himself unable to resist, perhaps it had something to do with the magic forcing him to display himself in a degrading manner or maybe this was how -he- really felt deep down? Maybe his shaft twitched and now leaked because he -was-enjoying the the exposure, the helplessness. He did kinda give into that ultimatum earlier pretty easily and he wasn't -really- repulsed by the meat in his maw. It was getting really difficult to rationalize the situation what with his friend's cock in his mouth. His body was beginning to grow tired from the dancing and the rough treatment. The pungent musk was all he could smell, the heat from the pigs crotch bouncing against his nose and those large nuts slapping into his chin were all he could feel. He barely registered that his tongue had started to move and caress the flesh in his maw until he heard the pig's voice above him, "Yeah! Getting into it now, aren'tcha! Just be honest with yourself! Let them all see what you are, faggot."

Crisp was dizzy now, he felt like he wasn't really there anymore even as the light from the camera drew in close once more he could only blush as he slurped noisily along the now dripping shaft. Occasionally taking a moment when the pig pulled him off to gulp down the spit and pre that didn't spill down his chin. Crisp's voice was hoarse now and his breath was ragged, the camera wouldn't catch the pathetic noises the wolf made, only capture the image of an eager cock hungry wolf slurping on some heavy-set pig's cock. Jimmy continued to sling the insults down at him some of which stung more with truth than others but his shaft continued to bounce within the soft cotton of his now green briefs. Crisp's face burned as he felt like his head was going to burst from all the blood rising to it, that camera closing in on every detail, every flourish of his tongue, every lap of the sexual fluids excreted and every smack of his lips each time the pig pulled away as well as the eager open mouth before the pig thrust back in.

Cray reached down and adjusted the shaft in his pants, now painfully pressing against his boxers. Stepping back from the scene he circled around to the wolf's backside, at first focusing on the strange shoes. Making absolute sure that he caught sparkling shoes on camera, forcing the wolf's feet to dance vigorously on the spot even as he was bent over and fellating the young pig. Then slowly the camera trailed upward taking note of the green and white striped socks that went almost up to the wolf's knees. Cray managed to raise the camera up further, making sure not to catch any identifying features of Jimmy in front of Crisp, just getting the image of the pig's gut repeatedly slamming up against the wolf's head whose cheeks would bulge out each time or his body would shiver as he gagged. The camera now focused on the wolf's backside, the wolf's tail curled between his legs instinctually. Due to his feet being unable to do anything but dance however, the wolf's rump had to gyrate back and forward to allow the wolf's head to move back and forth along the pig's shaft.

Cray reached out and gripped the base of Crisp's tail roughly pulling it upward and exposing the wolf's toned rump to the camera and the cool night air. Cray licked his lips and slapped a paw down on the wolf's firm cheeks with a loud thwack forcing a muffled groan out from between Jimmy's legs. Cray released the wolf's tail and noticed that it did not go back down on its own and reached for the waistband of his underwear. Pulling down on the waistband and exposing the grey furred rump underneath. He made sure not to pull them down all the way, just enough to expose Crisp's pink rosebud for the camera and still keep the wolf's shaft trapped against the soft fabric rubbing against it. Cray couldn't help himself and raised his paw back up before bringing it down hard on Crisp's rump once more, his bare pads now feeling the soft flesh smack against his paw. The soft groan emanating helplessly from the pig's crotch once more and the power he had to make the wolf make that sound sent a chill down Cray's spine. The hyena slid his paw from the now bruised cheek, in between the firm mounds to rub his rough pads over the sensitive flesh of Crisp's tight hole. Completely exposed and on camera the wolf could do nothing to stop him from having his way and this new power thrilled Cray, "Yeah, I think you're right, Jimmy. This bitch loves it. Why hold back when she's so eager to please?"

Crisp couldn't focus on what Cray was doing at all, far too engrossed in the sensory overload in front of him with Jimmy's scent clouding his senses, his thick cock nearly choking him and the occasional harsh words drowning his consciousness in euphoric bliss. Aside registering the sharp sting of the hyena's paws coming down on his rump rather harshly he barely understood a word they were saying now. Instead he chose to focus on the one thing his mind could correlate to ending this: getting Jimmy off in his mouth. His efforts could damn well be described as enthusiastic at this point with how eagerly he lapped up the pre beading on the tip of the pig's cock, or quickly he swallowed it down. However he could feel the presence of something pushing against his tight hole, rubbing between his cheeks. Crisp tried to focus on clenching down and preventing any further humiliation, however he also had a hard time focusing in general each time he lost focus on Jimmy's cock the pig would compensate for his lack of effort by driving his shaft down the back of the wolf's throat and choking him again. This process repeated only a few times until Crisp let out a weak groan as Cray's finger finally forced it's way passed his wavering defenses and the tight ring gave way to accommodate the finger now exploring his virgin depths freely.

Cray noticed a change in the atmosphere of the room, he couldn't place it and he sure as hell wasn't trying to as he focused the shot on his finger disappearing under the wolf's tail. The pink twitching flesh around his thumb almost winking at the hyena. The combination of that and the wolf's hips gyrating back and forth on his finger gave Cray the wrong impression that Crisp wanted to be fed more under his tail. The hyena obliging by removing his finger and tugging down his uniform shorts and letting his cock flop out right between the wolf's cheeks. Cray could hear Crisp attempting to moan out some kind of plea around Jimmy's cock but he paid the wolf no mind, the red cock jutting between his legs, the eager blowjob he gave the pig and the gyrating hips teasing his hard cock were more than consent enough for him. With one paw gripping his cell phone tightly, aiming it downward to catch every moment of Crisp losing his virginity and expose it for the world to see Cray gripped the base of his cock with his free paw and guided it back against the grey wolf's hole. The wolf's garbled pleas picked up in intensity which was somewhat comical to the hyena as the pig's cock puffed his cheeks out as he begged, "Yeah, yeah. You're gonna get it, don't worry, queer." Cray assured Crisp as he pressed the head of his cock against that winking hole.

It took some doing, Cray even spit under the wolf's tail in an attempt to help slicken the wolf's entrance. After some prodding and a lot of patience the wolf's pleas melted into a loud, muffled groan as he was deflowered on camera. Eyes closed, ears pinned back and body gyrating between two men, the once proud jock looked like nothing more than an eager bitch for the two soccer athletes pounding into him on both ends. The hyena showing his team mate no mercy as he sank every inch deep into that spasming hole, eager to feel his entire shaft gripped by those flexing velvety soft insides of the wolf. Each thrust from the hyena forcing a high pitched, muffled moan from the wolf's muzzle. Crisp could make out the distinct sounds of the pig collecting spit before a glob of something warm and thick splattered down into his headfur and trailed over one eye forcing him to wince it close, staring up with the other with a helpless expression. Jimmy could tell that Crisp wasn't all there with the vacant look in the wolf's eyes, not anymore. Either from the magic flute, the shoes or the shock of what they were doing he suddenly became a lot more eager to expose and humiliate himself for their pleasure and Jimmy wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Closing his eyes the pig focused more on finishing and less on worrying about his team mate's comfort. Really grinding his pubic fur into the wolf's nose to feel that eager tongue bath the entirety of his shaft. His member was glistening in the small amount of light that touched it now, dripping with spit and pre that slapped against the wolf's chin and dripped messily. Jimmy gripped more tightly now, with nothing holding him back and his lack of experience in stamina he didn't have a hard time reaching his climax. Pulling back one final time he thrust in just the head of his cock so that each hot, salty jet of his cum would shoot across the wolf's tongue and to the back of his throat. The hallway filling with the audible sound of Crisp gulping down the thick load each time it filled his muzzle, occasionally letting out gurgled moans as the hyena continued to record the scene and breed him.

Cray himself was having an entirely different ordeal where he was trying to hold back and failing. His first hole was surprisingly tight and would clamp down erratically on his sensitive flesh, milking him superbly each time. His own ragged breath coming out in moans that he can't hold back, his spotted legs trembling as he reached climax inside the dancing wolf between them. The hyena reached up before bringing his paw down hard on the wolf's rump, spanking him hard enough to bring another gurgled moan even as the wolf tried to swallow all of Jimmy's load.

Crisp couldn't fathom why he was suckling on the tip of the pig's shaft as it shot it's sticky, salty load into his muzzle, but he was. On camera no less. He could also feel a warm sensation spreading in his guts and Cray's erratic thrusts come to a halt. All of it captured on the hyena's cell phone now.
Once the pig had finished and pulled out of his muzzle he managed to gain enough of his senses back to register Cray pulling out as well. His feet were still dancing vigorously underneath him but something changed. His paws were between his legs! He was rubbing his own cock through his undies the entire time unconsciously! He opened his muzzle even as some of the pigs semen dripped from his tongue and moaned as he shot his own load into his tight briefs, soaking the green fabric in his seed.

The grey wolf remained bent over throughout his orgasm, tail curling back between his legs. His back arcing and his body twitching his friends redressed and cleaned themselves up. The light of the camera was gone now and Cray and Jimmy were pulling their shorts back on. Crisp eventually straightened up, expecting his feet to stop dancing any second now, looking up at the supremely satisfied leprechaun who was no longer playing the flute. Apparently he had stopped at some point and none of the trio realized it or wanted to stop it to notice. The wolf was getting worried, "You can keep those old shoes, they look better on you I'd say, heheh." the old red squirrel chuckled, "Now git! Dance all the way home in that shameful state! Let them all see who you really are at least until the witching hour ends, heheheh." before vanishing from sight as if he were never there.

Once he was gone Crisp started moving, still dancing but moving! Right out of the castle to his dismay. With Jimmy's cum dripping from his chin, Cray's cum dripping between his legs he started dancing towards the hotel, his friends following behind. They weren't under the effects of the flute anymore and they were a lot more concerned now, maybe because their footage would be meaningless if the wolf danced in front of everyone with their cum dripping out of him. Or maybe because they were his friends and are no longer under the effects of a trickster leprechaun spirit. None of them could tell you. One thing was certain though, Crisp was going to have a long night if anyone from their team was still awake when he got back to the hotel like this.