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The Sneaker Porn Shop

for Txeptirea

by Draconicon

"So, you want the newest canvas high top sneakers, huh?"

Zack nodded at the clerk, almost bouncing in his old pair of sneakers as the husky nodded and walked towards the back room. With the panther left to his own devices, he glanced down the aisles of the shoe store, looking over the myriad pairs that were on display.

It was just incredible. He knew that not many people would be as interested as he was in the contents of the store, nor see them as the work of art that he considered them to be. Zack was pretty sure that those people who didn't had something a bit off with them, because Tristan's Shoe Shoppe was something that was a work of art.

After all, where else would you find the glimmering colors of the rainbow arranged in such style? he thought as he looked down the aisle. Where else would it be put together like a museum exhibition, with size and color and everything else taken into account as someone goes down the aisle?

The panther leaned against the counter, smiling to himself at the many different, beautiful pairs that he could see, before looking down at his own shoes. Then, and only then, did his smile fade a little, and that was because his sneakers almost didn't deserve to be in the same store as all of these wonderful things.

It wasn't so much because they were bad looking, but...well, he could see his toes through some of the holes at the front, and he could definitely make out the edges of his heel through a hole in the back. Raggedy tears ran down the sides, and when he stood on one foot, he could see bits of the bottom flopping around, sticking out and almost exposing his sole. Getting a new pair of shoes was more than overdue, it was utterly required.

Shuffling about embarrassedly, Zack stood up on tiptoes and looked past the counter towards the door to the backroom. It almost sounded like something else was going on back there. He could hear more than one person, but that was impossible...wasn't it? Tristan the husky ran the store all by himself, always had. Had he gotten helpers, or -

The panther's thoughts were interrupted as the husky suddenly walked back inside, his tail wagging back and forth as he held a shoebox above his head.

"Eureka, I have it!"

"That's them? The newest -"

"Yep, the Canvas-Master 4000, High Model. Here."

The husky handed over the box, and Zack, unable to contain his excitement, ripped the lid off immediately. Inside, to his delight, were two bright red shoes, each one reaching up high enough that it would slide a bit past his ankle, and then some. The laces were a lovely golden color rather than the traditional white, and the shoes in general seemed to sparkle from how new they were.

He took them out, turning them this way and that as his grin got bigger and bigger. The feeling of the soft, plush material inside sent shivers down his spine, and the panther purred as he examined them from top to bottom. Not a flaw could be found, which left him almost bouncing in excitement.

"These are perfect!"

"Go ahead, try them on."

"Sure, sure. Oh."

He blushed, looking down for a moment. The husky blinked.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I don't...well, I don't have any socks."

"Oh, that's no problem. You can still try them on."

"But what about -"

"It'll be our little secret. Just go ahead and try them."

"...Thanks, Tristan."

Unable to shake the feeling of being someone a bit special, considering that he was being allowed to break some of the rules for trying on shoes, Zack hurried over to one of the little benches. He shucked off his old shoes - wincing a bit as some of the bottom finally gave way - before throwing them out of sight, not wanting to be judged. He undid the laces of the new shoes a little bit, and reached inside -

"Don't worry, already took the stuff inside out for you."

That was surprising, but he nodded his thanks to the out-of-sight husky. Turning his attention back to the shoes, the panther put them down on the ground, and lifted one foot. Wiggling his toes in anticipation, he slid his foot inside. The plush interior hugged his foot almost immediately, and as he settled his sole against the bottom of it, it felt like he was standing on some sort of softened, gel-like insole.

Quality. That's definitely quality, he thought as he started sliding the other shoe on. It went on just as easily, and the interior was so warm and gentle that it felt like he was being cushioned in smooth velvet. He continued to purr as he reached down and grabbed the laces, pulling them tight and tying them together in a knot.

Standing up, the panther started walking up and down the aisle. The feeling of the shoes hugging and cushioning his feet with such a smooth, soft interior was just amazing, and the way that it hugged around his ankles was like something out of a high-fashion catalogue. It was almost like they were molded to him, locking to him.

Heh, I might never take these off.

He was about to turn towards the register when he felt something different. The tightness around his ankle suddenly increased, and he paused, kneeling down to try and adjust the shoe. However, as soon as he touched the lip around his leg, it tightened even further, almost trapping his finger in place. And it would have, if he hadn't moved it in time. He jerked his hand back, standing up in shock.

As he put more pressure down on the soles of the shoes, it was like something 'popped' inside. His soles were immediately flooded with some strange goo, cool and tingly. It splashed around inside of his shoes, and he blushed. What if he'd broken something? Would Tristan make him pay for it? Would it be...something...bad...

His thoughts slowed down as the tingle along his arch and heel suddenly started spreading up his legs. Even as he tried to lift one, it refused to move, as if he had hundreds of pounds worth of weights attached to his leg. The panther tried to lift the other, but only managed to get his foot an inch off of the floor before it came down again. The sickening - but strangely nice - squelching feeling of some more goo being released came with the stomp.

"Uh, T-Tristan?"

"Yeah?"

"I need...need...help..."

"No, you're fine."

He groaned, trying to call out a bit louder as the tingles ran up his back. Zack's mouth opened...and froze, unable to say anything. It was like his body was stuck in place, and the tingles made their way up his back, and into his head.

His fear, his worries, his confusion, all of that was scrambled apart as it felt like his head was slowly being vibrated. The panther realized that it was coming from his feet, the shoes themselves vibrating from underfoot, before that thought disappeared as well. Bzzz bzzz bzzz went the tingles in his head, and every time that he started to come up with a thought, it was taken from him before it could so much as stick its head through the metaphorical door of his brain.

What's going -

Bzzzzzz.

How is -

Bzzzzzz.

Feels so -

Bzzzzzz.

...

Bzzzzzz.

Bzzzzzz.

Bzzzzzz.

It went on and on, until the husky walked around the corner of the aisle. Tristan had a look on his face that Zack had never seen before, almost hungry, and the canine was groping himself repeatedly, teasing and touching and squeezing at his crotch. The store-owner smiled as he stopped, and Zack only briefly realized that the husky was behind this before the buzzing drove the thoughts out of his head again.

"There we are. I knew that they'd be a good match for you. Such a nice pair of shoes, aren't they? So brain draining, and so crotch filling."

Zack had no idea what the husky meant until he felt a hand on his crotch. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward against the soft touch as he realized that he had a massive erection. His cock throbbed hard, and now that his attention had been brought to it, he couldn't think of anything else. The panther wanted to touch himself, grope himself, tease himself...

But he couldn't.

Panting and whimpering, Zack tried to move, tried to reach down to his pants, but his hands were as heavy as his feet had been. He could do no more than twitch them, and even that was a little bit difficult. He groaned, twitching his head several times as he tried and failed to touch himself.

The husky laughed again, and the attention to his crotch disappeared, replaced with Tristan again. The buzzing only let him think of the words he heard, only one thing at a time.

"If you want to play...you gotta do it while I can see. You gotta do it while I can watch."

Touch...yes...touching was good. The panther nodded, even as the husky pulled out a small camera. He had no idea what it was for, but -

Suddenly his attention was back at his crotch, as Tristan pulled down the panther's zipper. Zack moaned, and moaned even louder as his hands were brought to his crotch. He started stroking himself, weakly at first, but rapidly gaining speed as he felt the pleasure grow. The buzzing in his shoes made it too hard to think, but what did a masturbating panther have to think about? It felt too good to think, too good to do anything but -

"Listen and obey...stroke...listen...obey..."

Stroke...listen...obey...stroke...listen...obey...

He panted as he kept up with the canine's orders, even going so far as to cum after a few minutes. Tristan laughed, and Zack remained silent, even as he was taken - now naked - by the hand towards the back rooms of the shop. They passed by several aisles of stock, before -

"Oooh, ohhh, yeah."

"Take it...take it, bitch."

Before walking in on a pair of guys, each one naked save for a pair of canvas high top sneakers, just like him. They wore different colors - the dragon wore white against his black scales, and the wolf wore red and white ones - but they were the same model. And strangely, it was all that Zack could see as they fucked, the dragon fucking the wolf's ass hard. Tristan tapped him on the shoulder, and Zack suddenly focused on him again.

"Welcome to the other half of the business. Tristan's Porn Shoppe. Let's see how we can fit you in..."

The End