[center][b]Dream Machine[/b] by [name]JustLurking[/name][/center] The door of Alexander Ropes’ bedroom creaked open slowly, but the boy within slept deeply and dreamt only of numbers so he remained unaware of this. Two pairs of small, bare feet padded almost soundlessly across the thick carpet and shadow. One set belonged to a light-tan rabbit, the other were the feet of a chocolate-furred otter. Only the soft, excited breath of the two intruders and the slow breathing of the sleeping wolf could be heard until the otter spoke. “We could get in so much trouble for this Billy…” Curt Sanders whispered for what felt like the hundredth time. “We’ll only get in trouble if we are caught,” Billy Hent, the rabbit-boy, replied, “and we’ll only get caught if you do something wrong. Now do you have the disc?” He held his paw out in the shaft of dim night time light that cut through the window. In more romantic or fantastical settings this would have been pure moonlight, but in the suburbs it was diluted by distant street lamps and illuminated pond ornaments. The dirty not-quite-darkness glinted off of the web of fine, metal filaments that criss-crossed through the fur of Alex’s forehead. A metal clip connected the wolf-boy’s wispy mesh-skullcap to the dream machine on his bedside table via a somewhat thicker wire. Curt dug around in his school satchel (re-purposed for the night as a prankster’s toolkit back when this hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea) for the twin minidisc player, with ‘reel-to-reel copy’, his parents had bought him for his eleventh birthday. The idea had been that if they were caught no one would think to look [i]inside[/i] the player to discover the damning evidence and they would get off with a much less severe punishment. Curt put his paws on the player and ejected the left hand disc by touch. “Here.” The otter put the ‘Prank Dreams vol. XVI: Naked in School.’ disc in Billy’s waiting paw. The bunny boy advanced on the sleeping wolf. He had always known he would need to be the one to actually do the ‘deed’. Curt was friendly, cheerful, popular (for 7th grade) and easy going. The otter found it hard to say no if Billy asked the right way, but he was just too nice to follow through on any of the practical jokes they planned. “I don’t get what’s so great about taped dreams.” The otter whispered abruptly. Billy looked up and saw his friend looking back into the hallway and fidgeting. “That’s because you never record any of yours.” He pointed out as he ejected the disc from Alex’s dream machine and substituted his own. “I just like my dreams to be natural is all…” Curt relaxed a bit as he focused on something other than being caught, spanked and grounded. “You’ve never wanted to relive a really good dream?” Billy countered as he knelt by Alex’s bed and watched the sleeping wolf intently. “Or to see what the superstars dream of?” The otter boy shook his head. “I don’t want other people’s thoughts in my head…I don’t care what other people say, that’s got to mess you up.” “What messes you up is stuff like this.” Billy held up the disc that had been in Alex’s machine for Curt to see. “Somnambulist Learning presents Maths for ages 11 to 12?” Curt asked surprised. He knew Alex’s parents always pushed his friend harder than most but the disc seemed innocent enough. “Yeah, I bet he’s going to be a soulless, machine-like accountant talking about nothing but numbers until he turns 30 or something and snaps. Going postal on anyone around him because he didn’t get enough fun dreams when he was a kid— Hey he’s entering REM sleep.” The bunny’s opinionated rambling was cut short by his own excitement. There was a soft ‘click’ as the dream machine spun up the illicit mini disc and started delivering its contents into the unsuspecting slumbering mind beneath the induction mesh. [center]~~~[/center] Alex listened to his 6th grade teacher lecture him on maths, all sorts of maths. Expansions, factorisations, simultaneous equations. It was all quite dull and he knew it all already besides, but something was nagging at the edges of his conciousness. It was something important and it was nagging at him enough that he couldn’t return to his wakeful stupor. He stared longingly out of the window just right of his desk at the green fields of the playground. The early-summer sun beat down on the grass which was still fresh and not yet parched from the long months of heat. It was the perfect day outside and the cool air conditioned classroom was dullness itself. In fact the classroom was [i]really[/i] cold today. He shivered as a draft of air brushed across his fur. Suddenly Alex realised he was sitting at his desk in the middle of his classroom wearing only his undies and that his engorged boner was poking them out obscenely beneath his desk. He felt a flush move over his cheeks and climb up his expressive pup-ears. He looked around. His class was just as normal: students, Mrs Andrews, chalkboard, desks, colourful posters. The lessons went on as normal (they seemed a little more advanced than usual, but then they were drawing to the end of the year). No one was paying any attention to the fact he had not a stitch nor a shoe on him that wasn’t underwear. Alex felt confused, and exposed. Then he felt the lure of his arousal. The pleasant temptations his body promised him when he was in ‘that mood’. He licked his lips. No one was looking at him. All eyes were on the board; his friends Curt, James ([i]never[/i] Jimmy) and Billy, the class bullies the Davidson twins, everyone in the class was paying attention to the lesson, and no one seemed to have noticed him. Alex slipped a paw into his briefs. They were the white ones with the red thread. He gripped his member and started to stroke slowly. He kept an eye out for anyone noticing his illicit pleasure, but no one did. The situation seemed odd to the young wolf, but he didn’t think to question how he had ended up in it. In fact he was finding it hard to think of anything but his dick. Now, this was the way to spend a dull lesson, he thought as he leaned back in his chair and let the pleasant waves ride over his body. He shut his eyes and his breathing became deeper. The lack of any reaction from his classmates emboldened him. He picked up speed. It felt so good! He moaned. The spell broke. He heard the soft titters of eleven year-olds who saw something ‘naughty’ but didn’t want to call it to the attention of the authorities. The sound of cubs who hoped to keep a thing secret for themselves. Alas, it wasn’t to be; every teacher knew that sound as well. “Ahhem.” Mrs Andrews cleared her throat. “Is there something you would like to share with the class Mister Rope?” Alex opened his eyes to see the entire class, and worse, his grade 6 teacher staring at him. He swallowed. “N-no Ma’am.” He stammered out with his hands still down his pants. The class just burst into laughter. Alex wished the ground would just swallow him up or that he would spontaneously combust or [i]anything[/i] so long as it got him away from that room. His ears lay flat back against his head and his tail pointed straight down behind him. “Would you like to be excused to go to the bathroom Mister Rope?” The school teacher asked dryly as she tried to motion the class back into order. The wolf pup nodded and slipped out of his chair. He tried to walk as calmly and dignified to the door as he could, but a fresh wave of laughter as the entire class got to see his tent poking out in front of him broke his resolve, and he ran to the door when he was less than half way across. The hall wasn’t much better. Normally it would be almost empty during classes, but today for whatever reason it was busy with students and staff, all fully dressed getting to point and smirk and giggle to themselves as they watched him walk barefoot down the laminate-tiled hall with his stiffie pointing the way. Worse, he could barely keep his paws off of his meat. No matter how embarrassed he got or how ever much he wanted to just vanish he still felt horny. His cock practically calling out for his paw, and the hall seemed to stretch on far further on ahead of him than it ever had before. Alex tried clasping his hands behind his back when his will power seemed to fail him, but even that wasn’t enough. Eventually he broke, thrusting his paws back into his briefs to cup his balls and jerk off. He got laughed at, but he didn’t care; the relief and the pleasure it felt so good. He walked into the boys bathroom. The door appeared to be missing, but that didn’t concern him much; today was turning out to be a very unusual day. The stalls still had their doors and that was all that mattered. The pup was about to lock himself in one and deal with his problem when he glanced at one of the urinals. An odd impulse came over him. His teacher hadn’t said where to beat off after all. He went to the nearest and pushed his undies off. They slipped down to his ankles. He started to jerk his knotted canine shaft at the waiting receptacle. It looked bigger to the pup than it ever had before. He wasn’t certain were this unnatural arousal was coming from but he didn’t care. The problem would soon be taken care of. He moaned louder and more freely. No one would care about the noise here. With his free paw he alternated between playing with his nipples and squeezing his plump furry sheath and balls. His tail wagged behind him and his eyes were screwed up. He breathed heavily, almost panting as he tried to ‘rub one off’ as he had so many times before, but it just wasn’t coming. Oh it felt good, tortuously so, but he couldn’t bring himself off and spurt his young seed. Normally it didn’t take him half this time. He started to whine. Another boy, a red fox, dashed into the room and hurried to the urinal two along from Alex’s. He unzipped and quickly went about his business. He sighed as he was freed from the pressure and Alex found himself jealous of the boy’s relief. The fox looked over. “You look like you’re having some trouble.” Alex just kept stroking. “I-I can’t get off.” He bit his lip. The fox smiled and stroked his soft shaft gently between two fingers. Alex couldn’t help but watch as the boy’s member (so canine, just like his own) stiffened and raised. He found himself oddly turned on by the show. “Perhaps I can help?” The fox boy padded around to behind the trapped wolf. His hardness poking out of his school shorts. The pink member standing out against the dark green of his school jumper. “I don’t— [i]EEP[/i]!” Alex got out before the fox boy wrapped his paws around him, and hugged him tightly from behind. The hard fox cock and sheath were sandwiched between his bare rump and the boys clothes. It felt odd to feel someone fully clothed hugging against your bare fur and odder still that it was a boy, but Alex found he didn’t mind all that much. He felt the boy’s arms slip downwards and push away his paws. He let them. The fox’s delicate black-socked fingers wrapped around his cock and balls. He groaned; tail twitching where it was trapped between them. The fox felt good on his shaft. Just being held by him felt better than all the stroking and rubbing Alex’s own paws had provided. “Ready?” The question seemed rhetorical as Alex’s captor started working on his member without waiting for an answer. The wolf boy was left with no choice but to brace himself against the tiled wall and let the fox boy overwhelm him with pleasure. It was a rush and it went straight to his big head, leaving the little one in charge. He moaned and humped in the fox’s tight embrace. The fox hotdogged him as he jerked him off. The pointed head of his stiff member slid up Alex’s round bum and stabbed into the boney base of his tail before slipping left or right. Over and over. It made the wolf more aware of his bubble butt. It made him feel more conscientious about how it was exposed and how people might want to look at it. It also made him feel perversely proud of it in an odd way. His cock throbbed and pulsed for the fox as he neared climax. “I-I’m gonna—” He managed to groan out. “I know,” the fox licked his ear, “let it.” And he did, with a howl and a scream. He emptied both balls into the waiting bowl. The fox angled his cock and guided his spurts true as Alex humped wildly into the air. Alex felt the strength leave his body as his orgasm ravaged his body. He was sweating and panting. His ruffled fur glistened with his perspiration. The fox boy released him and he whined, missing the boy’s support and having to put that much more weight against the wall. The fox boy zipped up; putting away his hardness unsated. He smiled at Alex, then knelt down and picked up his undies from where they lay discarded on the floor. They quickly disappeared into the boy’s pockets and then he was gone from the room before the weakened pup could protest. [center]~~~[/center] Billy and Curt watched as their friend squirmed and moaned lightly in his sleep. The former knelt up close to the vulnerable boy by his bed. The latter hovering near the back of the room, blushing from embarrassment. The rabbit licked his lips and pulled down Alex’s duvet, exposing the wolf pup’s stripped cotton PJs. “What are you doing?” Curt asked breathlessly, he found his eyes drawn to the twitching lump under the sleeping boy’s PJs. Billy didn’t mention this part of the ‘plan’, and was there a damp spot there? “Don’t be a wuss Curt, what’s the point of pranking if you don’t stay around to watch.” Billy said as he peeled back the wolf cub’s PJ bottoms to expose the pup’s throbbing 3 inch canine shaft. The tip [i]was[/i] glistening. “Besides…I’m just helping out.” Curt watched with a twisted sort of fascination as Billy guided the sleeping wolf’s paw down to his hard juvenile dick. The paw closed around the length automatically as the warm flesh brushed against its finger pads. Alex started to stroke without any coaxing from Billy. The wolf boy’s moans grew louder. Curt shook his head. “You’re a sick boy William Hent.” He observed. “I know…it’s so cool.” Billy agreed, flashing his coconspirator the kind of prevy half-moon grin only an oversexed eleven year-old cony could before he turned back to watching his dreaming victim. Curt watched them both; the red-faced, panting wolf boy forced to have Billy’s perverted dream, and the rabbit boy leering over his classmate’s exposed form. He suddenly noticed the tent in Billy’s shorts showing his friend was just as stiff as the wolf boy was. He blushed hard as noticing his two friends aroused members drew his attention to his own briefs. He [i]couldn’t[/i] find this hot—he couldn’t be turned on by this—but the evidence was there staring him back through the stretched material of his shorts; accusing him, convicting him. He reached down to adjust his boner, to bury the proof before Billy noticed it if he hadn’t already. The otter boy watched the scene before him. His friend on the bed jerking off and moaning lustfully; a prisoner of the fine mesh wire that clung to his crown. The boy unable to fight the embarrassing, erotic dream he was being [i]made[/i] to enjoy. His other friend watching the whole event with undisguised lust, violating his friend’s privacy, the sanctity of his thoughts. Voyeur to the unwitting exhibitionist. An exhibitionist who would never be aware he had been if Billy kept his mouth shut. One thought plagued the young otter: Why was it so damn [i]hot[/i]? [center]~~~[/center] A fresh wave of laughter enveloped the classroom as Alex returned. Not only had he been forced to walk back down the hall fully naked, but along the way he had passed boys and girls and women and men. He had felt their gazes all over his young body as they checked him out. He was hyper aware of where their eyes went and where they lingered, and some small part of him was actually turned on by their appreciation. By the time he was halfway back his arousal had returned with a vengeance, and now his class was checking out his totally nude form. Both boys and girls looked him over. His cock bobbed appreciatively even as his cheeks flushed red. “I see you intend to continue being disruptive Mister Ropes.” Mrs Andrews sighed. “I send you away to get rid of that,” she pointed to his glistening lupine shaft, “and instead you get rid of the last of your clothing? Over my lap Mister Ropes, you’re getting twenty of the best.” Alex walked forward without challenging his teacher’s decision. Even though his school had never allowed corporal punishment in the time he was there he somehow knew that the teacher’s decision was absolutely final. He walked over to her desk. His hard juvenile member swaying before him as he moved. Mrs Andrews picked her chair up and moved it to the front of the classroom. She sat down and patted her lap for Alex to lay down over it. Alex did so. His slick member was trapped between his belly and his teacher’s thigh. He felt his teacher’s big paw press down on the small of his back to hold him in place. “Lift your tail.” Came the flat order. Alex shivered and lifted his tail exposing his rump in the most revealing way a fur could. He heard the giggles of his classmates and blushed. Their eyes lingered hungrily on his behind. His thoughts were cut short as a hand came down [i]hard[/i] on his rump. His ears went back and he howled out as the slap went straight through his tush and into his body. His legs straightened behind him only to be pushed back down by his teacher’s paw. “One!” The class called joyously. The poor boy wasn’t given a chance to recover before another resounding spank filled the air. His first howl was trampled over by the second. His eyes started to water. Sparks of pain rolled up his body. “Two!” Another impact made the globes of his rear dance. The howling was a fact, the tears were there, but Alex wasn’t. Alex was in a place were he was only dimly aware of the pain in his body. All of his senses felt like they were covered in cotton wool. The sparks of pain travelled up his spine and down his thighs and down the length of his cock. He felt himself grow harder as the tingling electic sparks woke his flesh. “Three!” Alex started to hump forward with the momentum of each stinging slap. Tears were shaken from his eyes. His heart felt like it was going to pound from his chest in a way it hadn’t since he tried out for the 50 metres. “Four!” This was giggled out by some. He gasped in burning lungfuls of air. The howl was gone. All he felt was the burning of his bum and the pleasure it brought him. The paw came down. He would have sworn his member must have lit up from the shock that went into it. He moaned. “Five!” Came the chorus of voices, but no spank was forthcoming. The class looked disappointed. “Mister Ropes…are you enjoying this?” Mrs Andrews asked needlessly. Alex slid back and forth on her lap humping against her. “Urgh!” She threw up her hands. “Filthy boy! Go lean over the desk!” Alex did so. His puffy-eyed face was smiling as he lay his chest down against the cool wooden top. His hard cock bumped against the side of the desk. “Tail.” The teacher reminded him. The wolf boy lifted his tail obediently. “Five!” The class yelled at almost the same time the hit came. “Six!” Alex couldn’t help himself he reached under himself and started jerking off furiously. He was helpless to resist his persistent horniness. It controlled him. He surrendered to it finally. “Seven!” Pleasure and pain swirled around inside the confused boy. He could no longer tell which was which. What was normal and what was surreal. He jerked off in front of the class for their entertainment and he didn’t care. “Eight!” His breath was shorter his moans and yelps louder. “Nine!” He squeezed tighter. Soon he would— “Ten!” He was going to— “Eleven!” Going to— [center]~~~[/center] Alex bucked his hips up against the air, almost stabbing Billy in the nose with his pointed cock. The bunny was leaning in so close that he had to jerk back sharply to avoid the thrust. Curt blushed as the sounds of Alex’s orgasm reached his ears. The young wolf boy let out a noise that could only be described as a moan mixed with a yelp and a weak faltering howl. It made him seem weaker and more vulnerable somehow. Curt had never wanted to know what his classmate’s climax sounded like, and now he would never be able to forget it. This private and oh-so-personal fact would be known to him until the day he died. No matter how tough and macho the wolf acted from now on, Curt would always think of the cute, vulnerable sounds he made during sex. Alex’s watery canine seed was greater in volume, but just as thin, as Curt’s and, the otter presumed, Billy’s. Wolves were known for their volume, so Alex’s emission made a little, glistening pool across his belly. Billy pulled up the boy’s PJs; not caring that the cotton soaked up the cum like a thirsty sponge or that Alex would wake up with his pyjamas glued to his fur in the morning. He threw the duvet back over the sleeping boy, and swapped the discs back. “Come on…time to get out of here.” Alex threw the disc to Curt. He seemed a lot more nervous now the ‘crime’ was committed. It was time to make a clean ‘get away’, although Curt had no idea how Billy was planning on explaining away that boner or the wet spot on his shorts if they were caught. The bunny boy hurried as quickly as he could while creeping out of the room. Curt hung back. He looked at Alex slowly coming down from his wet-dream. He looked at the disc in his hand that had caused him to be in that helpless state. Curt slipped the disc back into his dual minidisc player and activated the ‘reel-to-reel copy’ function. Tonight, he decided as he followed Billy out of the house, he would try to fall sleep nude, with his paw on his sheath and a copy of the dream in his much-neglected dream machine.