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The Education of Crisp: The Equalizer for FriskeCrisps by Draconicon

Crisp waited until the sounds of the dragon's footsteps heading to the bedroom had faded away before sliding out of bed. He made sure to keep the sound of his sneakers hitting the floor quiet, knowing that any sound beyond the softest imaginable would be picked up by his teacher. The wolf couldn't let the dragon know that he was still up, nor could he let Draconicon know that tonight he had a plan to get a little revenge.

He waited another couple of minutes, waiting for the sound of the dragon's soft snoring to reach his ears before he reached down to the shoes he wore. The laces flickered warningly, and the wolf paused, his hands a few inches away from the mouths of the shoes.

Alright...if I understand it right, it's still the basic power blocker, just at a higher intensity, little more frequency and safeguards, he thought to himself. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes before opening them again, a flicker of light in his eyes.

With what little magic he could touch flowing through his eyes, he could see the spell that Draconicon had put in the laces and the shoes proper. Well, it wasn't so much seeing the spell as seeing the power and energy that kept it going, but it was a different sort of sight. A black 'fire' burned through the laces, moving up and down them before going through the rest of the shoe. It was like a tidal cycle, in some ways; it flooded almost out, residing just in the laces, before flooding all the way back in.

And knowing that, he knew how to break it.

You were the one that thought I was a genius, Draconicon. Let's see if you were right.

He watched the black fire surge and retreat until he had the timing down before letting go of the magic in his eyes. He kept hold of it, though, and tapped his finger to the timing of the flow.

In, out, in, out, in - now!

It was a gamble. Jamming the bit of magic he had into the gap that was left between the cycles effectively used up what little he had, trapping it in one place. However, he'd also aimed it for the smallest gap, and if he'd done it right -

Crisp grabbed hold of the bed as he hissed, the shoes suddenly heating up around his feet. He resisted the urge to howl or stomp, every muscle in his body tensing up as he stared down at the suddenly steaming shoes. The rattling coming from the laces seemed to rise to a near inaudible shriek before going silent, the laces limp rather than dense. Steam continued to rise off of his sneakers for a few more minutes before finally stopping, and the heat - something far more intense than he'd expected, almost painful - faded.

After fumbling for his magic, Crisp grinned. It was all there again, out of the lock that the dragon had put it behind. The gamble had worked.

Hehehe. I'm starting to wonder if I even... He sighed. Damn. I do, but damn it, I wish I didn't.

The wolf stood up, gradually pulling his sneakers off and laying them down on the bed. Now that he had his magic, the rest of his plan could continue. And considering how long he'd been planning since the dragon locked him up three weeks ago, he had a lot of stuff to get accomplished tonight.

He walked over to his closet, reaching behind all of his sneakers for a small bag on the far side. The wolf was somewhat amazed that Draconicon had never found it, but considering that the dragon had thrown all the shoes in here without celebration and without interest, he wouldn't have been surprised if his teacher just hadn't bothered looking. It was like he was too weirded out by Crisp's interest in the shoes to want to bother looking through them.

Well, it was paying off now. Crisp slowly emptied the bag, making sure that everything was there. Knee length socks, check. Dragon sized shoes, check. Enchanted laces, check. Cock ring, check.

He smiled. Looks like I'm ready.

Despite knowing that he had everything he needed, the wolf took it slow. He kept his shoes off, not daring to wear them on the hard floor in the hallway. The last thing he needed was to wake the dragon up, and it would be quieter to slide along in his socks. He took each step slowly, gliding forward on the floor. His ears constantly swiveled around, seeking out any sign of the dragon's breathing pattern changing, any sign that he might be waking up.

Thankfully, by the time he reached the bedroom door, nothing had changed. The wolf let out the breath he'd barely known he was holding, and slowly went to his knees.

This was the tricky part. Everything after this, he knew he could handle, but this spell was one he'd never tried casting before. He just knew the theory. He hoped it would be enough.

Holding the magic in his lungs, the wolf breathed in, and out. In, and out. On the third breath out, he extended it, and almost smiled as a great white mist slowly pushed out of his mouth. It got bigger and bigger the longer he kept breathing out, dragging the power from his lungs and looking almost like a white, puffy cloud. Crisp kept pushing out for as long as he could, and only stopped when he felt like he was going to cough from the rattling in his lungs.

The cloud floated in front of him, and the wolf seized what remained of his power, making his hands glow red as he slowly pulled at the cloudy material. He flattened it and slowly pushed it under the door, feeling it inflate again on the other side.

Okay...please, please, please be sleeping in the same spot as a few weeks ago, Crisp thought as he threaded the cloud under the door, turning it this and that. It was almost like lockpicking, except a lock picker wasn't trying to shove his tools through to the other side and grab someone just right.

He was half convinced that he'd missed the dragon completely when he felt the edge of the cloud bump into something. His eyes lit up and he tilted the cloud back, lifting the edge over what he could only guess were Draconicon's feet before pushing it in further. Bit by bit -

"Mmmm..."

Crisp froze at the sound of the dragon's voice. If he was waking up, then he was dead. Plain and simple, dead. Either literally, or as close to it that he didn't want to think about it.

"Mmmm...mmmph."

To the wolf, it sounded like the dragon had just rolled over, and to him, that was just fine. Rubbing his forehead free of sweat, he kept pushing the cloud further and further in. Gradually it disappeared under the door, until there was nothing left on his side. He let the spell sit for a good ten seconds before opening the door.

The sight was almost what he expected, though he blushed a little bit at the view anyway. His teacher had rolled onto his back, and was apparently sleeping naked. Trying to ignore the big black dragon cock sticking up in the air was nearly impossible, and Crisp had to fight the almost trained urge to go over there and tend to it. He swore the only reason he was able to resist was because it was soft rather than erect, and his cheeks burned at the thought of that being the only reason why he could hold back.

At least it was soft, though, so he had a chance. The paralyzing white cloud lay over the dragon, working almost like a solid mist as it went over his body. It kept his arms above his head, and the legs spread. The wolf stifled a chuckle as he got a look at parts of the dragon normally kept covered, and he was rather surprised to see how loose the dragon's hole actually was.

Maybe he wasn't always such a control freak.

He shook his head, walking down to Draconicon's feet. The black soles were nearly invisible in the darkness of the room, but stood out as fine silhouettes against the cloud mist. The wolf smiled at them, remembering the times that Draconicon made him lick them, and how horny it tended to get the dragon. Even now, he could almost taste the foot flesh that had been shoved into his mouth. He shook his head, but couldn't resist stroking a finger up the bottom of the dragon's foot, wondering how strong the dragon's fetish was.

Apparently, very. The slight stroke was enough to make the dragon's cock twitch in his sleep, and Crisp shook his head in surprise. A couple more slow strokes, just a little bit away from a tickle, rapidly brought the dragon's shaft from soft to half hard, and then to full erection in short order. He looked away quickly, shaking his head.

And he calls me a pervert? Who's the one that gets hard from a few strokes of their freakishly large feet, anyway?

He took his hands away. He didn't have a lot of time until the paralysis cloud wore off, and he needed to have the new enchantments on before Draconicon woke up.

Keep his eyes to the side, he made his way up to the dragon's crotch. The cock ring already in hand, he wiggled it down to the base of the dragon's cock. For once, he was thankful his teacher had blown a load over him earlier in the day, otherwise, he doubted the cock ring would have accepted both the dragon's thick shaft and the big balls inside it. As it was, it was still a tight fit, and got even tighter when the wolf touched a bit of magic to the ring.

As it glowed to accept the spell, he felt the cock throb to an even higher arousal, somehow harder than ever. He almost wondered how it would feel using him, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. He needed to be getting this put together, not debating how it would feel to be a dragon toy again.

Speeding up so that Draconicon didn't wake up before he got this done and used that bigger, harder cock on him, he went down to the dragon's feet. He held his breath to get away from the musky smell, and slowly pulled the striped socks down the soles. The green and white was a very different color from the otherwise omnipresent black, and he was sure that nobody would be able to miss those. He chuckled; soon, Draconicon would look almost as much like a nerd or a 'loser' as he did.

He had to struggle, though. The dragon's feet really were massive, and the scales that covered his teacher didn't exactly make him light. Crisp groaned as he pushed the heel up and dragged the socks around it and up the dragon's leg. Even with the biggest socks that the wolf had managed to find, the supposed 'knee highs' barely went more than halfway up the dragon's thighs.

Eh, it'll have to do.

After repeating the process on Draconicon's other foot, he pulled out the shoes. They were not the average sneakers, and he'd been very glad when he'd found them all that time ago. He'd been saving the big green shoes with a white rim for a special occasion...and this was it.

Using some of the last of his magic to enlarge the shoes to the dragon's feet, he slowly pulled them down Draconicon's feet. He left one hanging on the toes, tugging the other down, and then turned back to the other. He had to keep taking turns, because it was so tight, so hard to get them to fit. He grunted as he yanked down as hard as he dared, feeling the shoes shuffle down a bit more each time.

Finally, one of them slipped around the dragon's heel, and Crisp nearly punched it to get it the rest of the way into place. The laces, enchanted already, were slowly wrapping together and knotting themselves up for the shoe as he punched the second one into place. He grinned; the shoes were even bigger than any of the ones he owned, and the dragon was completely trapped in them.

Just for his own sake, Crisp watched as the laces tied themselves together. Over and under the laces went, wrapping around themselves like a pair of slithering snakes. He grinned, rubbing his hands together almost evilly as he realized just how close he was to getting some revenge. After tonight, there was no way that Draconicon would look at him as just a student anymore.

As the laces made several complex knots before forming loops and pulling themselves into a final double-bow, the wolf leaned down with the pair of enchantment gems. He slid the pin between the laces so that the gem looked more like a bit of decoration than an enchantment, and pushed it in securely. The magic would hold it place rather than any mechanical restraint, but he wanted to be sure that it was in nice and deep.

The shoes began to glow, the sign that the magic had settled in and it was working properly. Crisp slumped back, almost collapsing on the floor as he looked up at the big green shoes hanging over the side of the bed.

I did it. I really did it.

While he felt giddy and giggly, the wolf couldn't celebrate yet. The cloud was starting to dissipate, and the dragon was groaning. Crisp pulled himself to his feet, pulling at his clothes and reaching down to his socks. He pulled them off, knowing that if this had failed, his one shot at actually making it out of here was to keep playing on the dragon's fetish.

Within less than a minute of the cloud disappearing, Draconicon was waking up. He groaned, stretching his arms out, even reaching down to his crotch before he seemed to be aware of anyone else in the room. Crisp held still, slightly damp socks in his hands as the dragon looked at him, eyes narrowing.

"What are you doing in my room, Crisp?"

"Uh, well, you see -"

"And why...Is that a cock ring? And is that -"

"SOCK ATTACK!"

The wolf flung his arms out, throwing his socks at the dragon's face. Draconicon threw his hand up, as if casting a spell, but the socks went flying at his face anyway. The look of shock on his face was nearly as good as the sight of his cock twitching like mad as he took a breath in.

Crisp was beside himself with glee.

"It works. It works!"

He was still cheering when the dragon pulled the socks off of his face and sat up.

"Whatever you did...reverse it."

"Now? I don't think so, Draconicon."

"If you take these shoes off, if you get rid of the enchantment right now, there won't be a punishment. If I have to find my way out, you'll be -"

"Dancing boy!"

The phrase activated the shoes, and the dragon was nearly kicked off the bed by his own feet. The black dragon's face was a mess of confusion as his feet started tap dancing across the floor, moving around the bed to stand in front of the wolf. Crisp grinned, sticking his tongue out at his teacher as the dragon stretched his arms out as far as they could go. The wolf was just out of reach of strangling, and he knew it.

The shoes continued to tap-tap-tap their way across the floor, dragging the dragon around in all sorts of different moves. The steps were so quick and almost violent, though, that they had the dragon's boner bouncing around too. It was almost funny, and definitely hotter than Crisp thought it would be. He'd honestly been expecting little more than revenge out of this, but seeing the dragon in this humiliating position, seeing him dancing about like he'd been forced to do several times, was enough to give the wolf a boner of his own.

He stroked it as the dragon moved about, even when his teacher was close by and was trying to grab him and make it all stop. He grinned, circling his thumb around the tip a few times before slowly coming to a stop.

"Alright. Take a bow!"

The dragon came to a sudden halt, and the wolf was a little surprised to see him gasping for breath. Apparently the dragon was in less good shape than he thought, too.

"So, how are you feeling, Draconicon?"

"Exhausted. What did you -"

"A good magician never reveals his secrets."

"You aren't a magician..."

"Well, a good strategist doesn't reveal his plans, then."

The wolf walked over to his teacher. He stood right in front of him, looking into his eyes. With the control he had, he felt confident enough to cross his arms, looking like a shorter, disapproving manager.

"You know why I'm doing this?"

"Because you're tired of being on the bottom?"

"That's part of it." Crisp nodded. "But it's a lot more than that. For as long as you've been the teacher, you've been taking away more and more control over my life, and you've been making it harder and harder to actually learn magic. You're hired because you're supposed to teach me things, not hold it out of my reach until I obey you.

"And that's going to stop now. Tonight, I'm taking control."

The dragon glared at him, and for a brief second, Crisp wondered if he was going too far. He forced himself to remember that he had control, and that he was the one that decided things now. Before he could continue, however, Draconicon spoke up.

"You know that I will eventually get out of this. It's only a matter of time."

"Maybe. I don't know all of your magic yet. But you don't know what I've been able to figure out on my own. When I read your journal, I didn't just read about your foot fetish, you know."

The dragon blushed, but Crisp chuckled. He pulled Draconicon over to the bed, and the shoes made sure that there wasn't any problem getting the big lug over there. He made the dragon sit down at the foot of the bed, while he took a seat at the head of it.

"I don't want to torment you, Draconicon, but I know that you're not going to teach me what I want to learn at any pace but yours. So I'm going to take that choice out of your hands."

"How? By dancing me to death?"

"Only if nothing else works. But you seem to have forgotten something else."

"And what's that?"

"Your cock ring."

The dragon looked down, blinking. Crisp was rather surprised; he thought that would be the first thing that the dragon would have noticed.

"It's enchanted, but different to the shoes. Unless I give permission, you aren't going to be cumming for a long time. And I know just how much you like your orgasms."

The dragon's face was instantly a picture of fear, and the wolf kind of liked it. The power that he felt at having the control to make the dragon feel like that...it was intoxicating. He wanted more.

As the dragon stammered, the wolf slowly pushed his feet across the bed until his soles pressed against the dragon's thighs. His teacher fell silent as Crisp pushed the undersides of his feet against the dragon's rigid shaft. The instant moans made him grin, and he dragged his feet up and down the shaft, teasing it as he sandwiched the long length between his soles.

"But if you do what I tell you, keep teaching me the way that I want, and stop being such a big pain in my ass, I'm sure that we can find a lot of things that we can both enjoy. You know that you've wanted to play with these ever since you came out here. If you just do what I say, you can enjoy them at least once a week."

The whimpers from Draconicon told him all he needed to know. Crisp grinned, clumsily bringing one foot up to the tip of the dragon's cock and curling his toes around it.

"All you need to do is agree to be a teacher. And my servant; gotta get a few more advantages out of having a dragon mage around, hmm?"

"Crisp..."

"No, seriously, I would really like it if you'd just zap all the cleaning to done. It would save us both a lot of time."

"Mmmph...fine, fine. I'll do it."

"Heh, and the teaching?"

"Yes, I'll do that too!"

"And you'll keep up all that stuff, making sure that I keep learning the way I want instead of the way that you want?"

"Yes! Just let me cum!"

The wolf smiled, almost tempted to give the dragon what he wanted. It was clear that Draconicon was more pent up than the wolf realized, or perhaps he simply enjoyed feet much more than Crisp thought.

But mercy was not in the cards for the dragon tonight. Crisp pulled his feet back, letting the cock slap back down against the dragon's belly. The dragon groaned in frustration, looking at the wolf blankly.

"I want you to need it, Draconicon. And tonight, I have other ways of getting my pleasure, ways that I have wanted to try ever since you made me do things."

Crisp smiled as he scooted forward. He sat with his feet hanging off the edge of the bed, his cock rising up in his pants. As he unbuttoned them, he turned to the dragon with a mischievous grin.

"Dance boy!"

The dragon started dancing again almost immediately, his feet carrying him across the floor with startling speed. Crisp grinned as he watched, occasionally reaching down to adjust himself as the dragon's dick bounced around. His own cock was starting to get harder and harder, and he almost grabbed it to show off in front of his teacher. It would have shown the dragon his place, and then some.

But he held off. He wanted Draconicon to get used to his place, his new position under the wolf. That wouldn't happen if he humiliated him too far, and it might even inspire rebellion. No need for that. He could wait. He could be patient.

Besides, it was more fun watching Draconicon tap dance his way along the floor. The dragon's big bulky feet stomped down hard, the bottoms of the shoes making a loud, satisfying clack every time that they hit the ground. It was like watching a puppet show, except that he got to be both the puppetmaster and the audience at the same time.

"Hehehe, that's it, loser dragon. Keep dancing."

Loser dragon. The thought of having actually said that surprised him. He thought that he'd been fine with just having Draconicon as a teacher, but the way it felt...well, it felt surprisingly good. Particularly as the dragon blushed.

"You think I have a thing for shoes? By the time that we're done, you'll have a thing for them that's even worse than your thing for feet. And then some."

"Why are you doing this? Why aren't you just kicking me out, if I've done so much to piss you off?"

"Because..."

The wolf hesitated, and as he did, the dancing slowly came to a stop, the dragon's feet going from bouncing, to stepping, to merely tapping. Crisp shook his head.

"You've...you've helped me." He looked the dragon in the eye. "You used me, and you teased me, and sometimes, come way too close to abusing me...but you helped me too. That day in the locker room, that time in that club...you kept coming back and helping me, even after I tried to chase you away. You didn't have to -"

"I kind of did."

"You didn't have to. You had your payment. You could have just left...but you didn't. There's some good in there, something that will be nice to have around."

"So, this is something to try and 'reform' me?"

"I guess. But until then...well, I guess I'm not a perfect guy. Because I want to keep having the sort of fun you were having."

He gestured at the dragon, and this time, the spell shooting from his fingers - using a little bit of magic that he'd managed to recharge - hit the dragon's cock. Draconicon's face twisted into a grimace as Crisp took control of the shaft, slowly forcing it to bend backwards until it was lodged between the dragon's legs. It wasn't all the way soft when he did it, either, and he could see the pre dripping down the dragon's thighs in the process.

"What the hell?"

"The ring shouldn't let you cum, but I don't want to take too many chances with that. This way, you're doubly locked down."

"You..."

"Me, what?"

The dragon didn't say anything. Either he was too pissed to think of something, or he was too afraid of saying something that would keep him locked up longer. Either way, Crisp was fine with that.

"I'm taking my room back, by the way. You can go to the other one."

"Fine."

Draconicon walked out, and Crisp flopped back on the bed. He slowly closed his eyes, and smiled. He'd forgotten how good his own bed felt after weeks being stuck on the other one. And the feeling of a bit of revenge, of no longer being a slave in his own house...well, that was the best feeling of all.

The next day was a school day, and for the first time in weeks, Crisp arrived without fear and without embarrassment. He walked out of the car with shoes that weren't enchanted, and he grinned as he sucked in a fresh breath of air.

"Ahhhh, this is going to be a good day."

"For you."

He turned as the dragon stepped out of the car, unable to help his grin at the sight of the big green and white shoes that the dragon was forced to wear. Even with the robe he'd let Draconicon bring along, he could see the silly socks that his teacher wore with them. The wolf was pretty satisfied with his revenge so far, but it was just starting.

With a snap of his fingers, he activated another feature of them, and the dragon's eyes went wide almost immediately.

"Did you just -"

"Vibrating shoes. Don't want you getting...uncomfortable, do we?"

"You...fucking..."

"Bastard?"

"I was going to say - mmph - genius..."

Crisp blinked.

"Hu-what?"

"Oh, don't get me - gah! - wrong. I still - mmph - hate your guts now...but that was - aaaaah! - brilliant..."

For some reason, the dragon's compliment still meant something. He smiled, and then nodded towards the front door.

"Well, let's get inside."

"Right...inside."

The two of them walked in, and for another first, it was the dragon that was blushing, and the wolf that was not. It didn't take the school very long to find out why, and Crisp had the odd feeling of watching someone else get laughed at down the halls instead of himself. It was something of a relief...but also something of a problem.

He'd have to fix that. But after he was done having his fun.

The End