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Dream High, Chapter 1
Warning
Contains an explicit scene of male masturbation
I’m waking up.
I don’t want to. I want to stay in the dreams.
But the alarm has to be about to go off and wrench me into the day.
So I’m going to stay right here for as long as I can. Dose right back into another dream. Maybe a hot one this time. With a hung--
It would suck for the alarm to start just as that dream began. Or worse, as he’s about to fuck me.
Do I have enough time? I should check.
But that means opening my eyes, and once that’s done, there goes any chance of dreaming.
So I’m going to keep them close and--
Damn it. There’s no settling down until I know, is there.
I reach up, not moving from on my side, and let my hand drop into my phone on the headboard.
My hand is on my head without coming across my phone.
What the fuck?
I reach again, ready to grope for it. Maybe I rolled over in my sleep. My hand is back on my head.
Did I somehow…turn around? I stretch a leg, my foot searching for the headboard, but all it encounters is empty space.
If the headboard isn’t there, that means it’s at my head. Maybe I shifted down?
Instead of raising my arm, I extend it until my hand touches the headboard. It touches something about where I expect the headboard to be, but…that doesn’t feel its smooth surface. This is textured and cool to the touch.
That’s not right. The bumps in the wall are a finger apart and staggered, so yeah, that is definitely texture. I don’t remember the wall being different when I went to bed, or the headboard missing.
Did someone sneak in and… redo the walls in the night?
I snicker.
Like I’d have slept through that.
No other choice now.
I crack an eye open, and there’s a soft glow.
Where is that coming from? There aren’t any outside lights coming in through the window at night, and even in the morning the sun’s not this soft. I can’t have slept through my alarm.
My hand is up to grab my phone, because now I really need to know the time. And it falls back on my head.
Where is the fucking headboard?
And what is that at the end of my nose? No, what is wrong with my nose entirely? It’s never been this wide, or this long, and when did my nose get covered with orange fur?
I wrangle my heart down before it has the time to jump too high in my throat. Calm, I have to stay calm.
Oh fuck. I can’t believe it’s happened. Stay calm. We know what happens when we get overly excited in dream. Let’s not end this one before I’ve had the time to fully appreciate it.
I move my hand within my field of vision and my heart’s off to the races again.
Calm down. Breathe. Settled down. I am not ready for this to end.
My hand shakes as I fight to slow my heart. The fur covering it is a soft orange. I tense my fingers and claws extend from the end.
I can’t help it. My eyes shut, the hand is against my mouth and--
What is that sound I made?
Tell me I didn’t just squee.
I do not squee!
Okay, this is a weird sensation. My palm at the end of my—I have a muzzle!—and the fingers on around it. I’ve never had a dream feel this real before. I run my finger over the short and nearly rough fur on top of my muzzle—I have a muzzle!—then up over my head.
My heart sinks as all I encounter is short fur. All my hair’s gone.
Wait a minute, what I’m feeling is fur. I sink my fingers into it. Oh yeah, that’s definitely worth losing the hair for.
A finger encounters a…bump? I feel up it and it twitches. I reach the edge and old it still as I feel the roundness. It’s an ear? I have a rounded ear! I check the other side. Two rounded ears!
I grin and the ear moves against my fingers, facing forward.
I jerk out of the bed from something touching my leg under the cover. That was definitely someone tapping me.
The mattress is gray.
Just gray. Not the fitted sheet, the mattress. Just a gray bed sized block of…something, with a white sheet over it that is way too thin for how comfortably heavy and warm it felt. The wall is beige.
So, what’s hiding under it that touched me?
The sheet has surprising weight to it, and there’s nothing hiding under.
Did I imagine it?
I look at my hand. Orange fur continues up my arm, where it separates into white under while irregular black stripes break up the orange. I grin.
I jump, letting out a surprised yelp as my leg is touched again! And this time, I caught motion out of the corner of my eyes.
I turn, and I just make it out at the edge of my vision, trying to escape me.
Oh, no you don’t. I go after it, my fingers nearly touching whatever that is, but it stays just a little too far.
Then I stumble as vertigo hits and the only thing saving me from landing on my ass is that I put a hand against the wall.
I laugh as that passes. I’ve been such an idiot, chasing the thing in circle. With the muzzle, the ears, the fur, the stripes; of course, I have a tail.
It taps my leg again.
I look over my shoulder this time, and there it is. Starting right above my ass and draped over it, then down between my legs. More to the left, so that as it sways, the black tip taps my leg.
I grin and the swaying increases
Oh, fuck. Of fuck! Of--
Calm down. Calming thoughts, where the fuck are you?
Woods, walking through them.
The comforting heat of a campfire on a cool fall evening.
My breathing slows. My heart rate lowers.
I risk cracking an eye open, and it’s still the same beige walls, the same gray bed. My shoulders loosen. Danger averted. I’m still dreaming.
I turn my arm and follow the cream white to my armpit, where it spreads to my chest, the edges occasionally broken by the end of a stripe. The fur is fluffy, but thick around my fingers. A moan escapes me and I shudder from the sensation.
It’s like when a guy runs his hands through my hair, but all over the place.
The giggle that follows that thought sound nervous. It’s a good thing this is a dream, because man, would feeling this all day long get me in trouble.
This is fucking erotic.
A finger brushes a nipple and my eyes go wide from the electric bolt. My toes fucking curl, and my cock…
I rub the nipple against.
The “Oh, fuck” is lost in the moan, then I’m panting.
My nipples are nowhere near this sensitive in the—nope, not going there. That’s a sure way to wake up.
I lift my eyes only slightly to look past by beautiful chest and belly fur.
“Huh?”
The ear movement distracts me slightly from the sight. It canted in reaction to my surprise.
Why wasn’t my cock bigger?
I mean, considering what this is, shouldn’t it be fantasy sized?
It still looks larger than—nope, not thinking about that. I wrap a hand around the thick shaft and yeah. It’s bigger. My index doesn’t touch my thump. I have to line up my middle finger and squeeze until it’s painful to get those to touch.
I am most certainly Thick, with a capital ‘T’.
I don’t know why I hesitate, but then I cup my balls and shudder. Oh good. No loss of sensitivity there. The massaging causes me to moan.
Then I put a hand on my cock, just to get a sense of the length of a stroke, I tell myself. See how it compares. And I move it from the top to the base. I’m longer. But then I move the hand up again and shudder. I have foreskin and fuck does the pressure as it slides over the crown and my cock head feels good. There’s so much precum that my hand reaches the top of the gland, it spills over the foreskin, slicking my hand and…fuck, that feels even better.
I squeeze my shaft tighter as I move my hand down. I moan from massaging my heavy balls, and my hand coming up and over the crown. My hand goes down and I feel the precum dripping along it. It’s up against and if not for the wall I’m now leaning against, back rod-hard as my cock, I’d have fallen back.
Down it goes and my breathing speeds up with my stroking. Fuck, has jerking off ever felt this good? I squeeze my balls and my eyes roll back. My head rests against the wall and my hand moves faster, tighter. Fuck, it won’t be long until--
No! I can’t!
I have to stop.
My hand keeps stroking up and down.
If I don’t—I always--
My balls tighten in my hand.
I don’t want to wak--
The orgasm hits so hard I see stars. The pleasure so strong I can’t think, fell, or anything, until it ebbs away, and I can stop the disappointment from seeping in.
This had been so good. So real. And I had to ruin it because I couldn’t control my--
My legs twitch with tension, and I have to force myself to relax them. My back also--
Why am I still standing? I had gone to sleep lying down, right? I unclench my hand and my cock twitches; I gasp at how intense just that is.
I crack an eye open. I see beige walls. The other. The gray bed. There’s a line of cum on the floor before me, with more pooling at my feet, a stink of it dropping from the tip of my cock. It breaks, and the drop joins the rest.
My hand, my arm, is still covered with orange and black fur.
I’m still here.
My breathing catches and I have trouble getting it back.
I didn’t wake up!
“Yeah!” I jump and fist pump, sending cum flying off my hand.
This has got to be a first. I remained asleep through a dream orgasm.
I laugh and catch my breath.
I’m still dreaming.
The tension leaves my shoulders and back.
I get to enjoy this--
There’s a furry face in the wall. “Hello,” it says.
I let out a shriek as I step back. Then my foot flies out from under me because of something slick on the floor and I’m on my ass. The surprise is too strong for the pain to really register.
Had that window been there the entire time? If it was a window, where was the frame? Had they been watching me this entire time? Had they watched me jerk off?
“After such a display,” the tiger in the wall says, confirming my fears, “I thought it was a good time to say ‘welcome to the family.’”
I don’t want to. I want to stay in the dreams.
But the alarm has to be about to go off and wrench me into the day.
So I’m going to stay right here for as long as I can. Dose right back into another dream. Maybe a hot one this time. With a hung--
It would suck for the alarm to start just as that dream began. Or worse, as he’s about to fuck me.
Do I have enough time? I should check.
But that means opening my eyes, and once that’s done, there goes any chance of dreaming.
So I’m going to keep them close and--
Damn it. There’s no settling down until I know, is there.
I reach up, not moving from on my side, and let my hand drop into my phone on the headboard.
My hand is on my head without coming across my phone.
What the fuck?
I reach again, ready to grope for it. Maybe I rolled over in my sleep. My hand is back on my head.
Did I somehow…turn around? I stretch a leg, my foot searching for the headboard, but all it encounters is empty space.
If the headboard isn’t there, that means it’s at my head. Maybe I shifted down?
Instead of raising my arm, I extend it until my hand touches the headboard. It touches something about where I expect the headboard to be, but…that doesn’t feel its smooth surface. This is textured and cool to the touch.
That’s not right. The bumps in the wall are a finger apart and staggered, so yeah, that is definitely texture. I don’t remember the wall being different when I went to bed, or the headboard missing.
Did someone sneak in and… redo the walls in the night?
I snicker.
Like I’d have slept through that.
No other choice now.
I crack an eye open, and there’s a soft glow.
Where is that coming from? There aren’t any outside lights coming in through the window at night, and even in the morning the sun’s not this soft. I can’t have slept through my alarm.
My hand is up to grab my phone, because now I really need to know the time. And it falls back on my head.
Where is the fucking headboard?
And what is that at the end of my nose? No, what is wrong with my nose entirely? It’s never been this wide, or this long, and when did my nose get covered with orange fur?
I wrangle my heart down before it has the time to jump too high in my throat. Calm, I have to stay calm.
Oh fuck. I can’t believe it’s happened. Stay calm. We know what happens when we get overly excited in dream. Let’s not end this one before I’ve had the time to fully appreciate it.
I move my hand within my field of vision and my heart’s off to the races again.
Calm down. Breathe. Settled down. I am not ready for this to end.
My hand shakes as I fight to slow my heart. The fur covering it is a soft orange. I tense my fingers and claws extend from the end.
I can’t help it. My eyes shut, the hand is against my mouth and--
What is that sound I made?
Tell me I didn’t just squee.
I do not squee!
Okay, this is a weird sensation. My palm at the end of my—I have a muzzle!—and the fingers on around it. I’ve never had a dream feel this real before. I run my finger over the short and nearly rough fur on top of my muzzle—I have a muzzle!—then up over my head.
My heart sinks as all I encounter is short fur. All my hair’s gone.
Wait a minute, what I’m feeling is fur. I sink my fingers into it. Oh yeah, that’s definitely worth losing the hair for.
A finger encounters a…bump? I feel up it and it twitches. I reach the edge and old it still as I feel the roundness. It’s an ear? I have a rounded ear! I check the other side. Two rounded ears!
I grin and the ear moves against my fingers, facing forward.
I jerk out of the bed from something touching my leg under the cover. That was definitely someone tapping me.
The mattress is gray.
Just gray. Not the fitted sheet, the mattress. Just a gray bed sized block of…something, with a white sheet over it that is way too thin for how comfortably heavy and warm it felt. The wall is beige.
So, what’s hiding under it that touched me?
The sheet has surprising weight to it, and there’s nothing hiding under.
Did I imagine it?
I look at my hand. Orange fur continues up my arm, where it separates into white under while irregular black stripes break up the orange. I grin.
I jump, letting out a surprised yelp as my leg is touched again! And this time, I caught motion out of the corner of my eyes.
I turn, and I just make it out at the edge of my vision, trying to escape me.
Oh, no you don’t. I go after it, my fingers nearly touching whatever that is, but it stays just a little too far.
Then I stumble as vertigo hits and the only thing saving me from landing on my ass is that I put a hand against the wall.
I laugh as that passes. I’ve been such an idiot, chasing the thing in circle. With the muzzle, the ears, the fur, the stripes; of course, I have a tail.
It taps my leg again.
I look over my shoulder this time, and there it is. Starting right above my ass and draped over it, then down between my legs. More to the left, so that as it sways, the black tip taps my leg.
I grin and the swaying increases
Oh, fuck. Of fuck! Of--
Calm down. Calming thoughts, where the fuck are you?
Woods, walking through them.
The comforting heat of a campfire on a cool fall evening.
My breathing slows. My heart rate lowers.
I risk cracking an eye open, and it’s still the same beige walls, the same gray bed. My shoulders loosen. Danger averted. I’m still dreaming.
I turn my arm and follow the cream white to my armpit, where it spreads to my chest, the edges occasionally broken by the end of a stripe. The fur is fluffy, but thick around my fingers. A moan escapes me and I shudder from the sensation.
It’s like when a guy runs his hands through my hair, but all over the place.
The giggle that follows that thought sound nervous. It’s a good thing this is a dream, because man, would feeling this all day long get me in trouble.
This is fucking erotic.
A finger brushes a nipple and my eyes go wide from the electric bolt. My toes fucking curl, and my cock…
I rub the nipple against.
The “Oh, fuck” is lost in the moan, then I’m panting.
My nipples are nowhere near this sensitive in the—nope, not going there. That’s a sure way to wake up.
I lift my eyes only slightly to look past by beautiful chest and belly fur.
“Huh?”
The ear movement distracts me slightly from the sight. It canted in reaction to my surprise.
Why wasn’t my cock bigger?
I mean, considering what this is, shouldn’t it be fantasy sized?
It still looks larger than—nope, not thinking about that. I wrap a hand around the thick shaft and yeah. It’s bigger. My index doesn’t touch my thump. I have to line up my middle finger and squeeze until it’s painful to get those to touch.
I am most certainly Thick, with a capital ‘T’.
I don’t know why I hesitate, but then I cup my balls and shudder. Oh good. No loss of sensitivity there. The massaging causes me to moan.
Then I put a hand on my cock, just to get a sense of the length of a stroke, I tell myself. See how it compares. And I move it from the top to the base. I’m longer. But then I move the hand up again and shudder. I have foreskin and fuck does the pressure as it slides over the crown and my cock head feels good. There’s so much precum that my hand reaches the top of the gland, it spills over the foreskin, slicking my hand and…fuck, that feels even better.
I squeeze my shaft tighter as I move my hand down. I moan from massaging my heavy balls, and my hand coming up and over the crown. My hand goes down and I feel the precum dripping along it. It’s up against and if not for the wall I’m now leaning against, back rod-hard as my cock, I’d have fallen back.
Down it goes and my breathing speeds up with my stroking. Fuck, has jerking off ever felt this good? I squeeze my balls and my eyes roll back. My head rests against the wall and my hand moves faster, tighter. Fuck, it won’t be long until--
No! I can’t!
I have to stop.
My hand keeps stroking up and down.
If I don’t—I always--
My balls tighten in my hand.
I don’t want to wak--
The orgasm hits so hard I see stars. The pleasure so strong I can’t think, fell, or anything, until it ebbs away, and I can stop the disappointment from seeping in.
This had been so good. So real. And I had to ruin it because I couldn’t control my--
My legs twitch with tension, and I have to force myself to relax them. My back also--
Why am I still standing? I had gone to sleep lying down, right? I unclench my hand and my cock twitches; I gasp at how intense just that is.
I crack an eye open. I see beige walls. The other. The gray bed. There’s a line of cum on the floor before me, with more pooling at my feet, a stink of it dropping from the tip of my cock. It breaks, and the drop joins the rest.
My hand, my arm, is still covered with orange and black fur.
I’m still here.
My breathing catches and I have trouble getting it back.
I didn’t wake up!
“Yeah!” I jump and fist pump, sending cum flying off my hand.
This has got to be a first. I remained asleep through a dream orgasm.
I laugh and catch my breath.
I’m still dreaming.
The tension leaves my shoulders and back.
I get to enjoy this--
There’s a furry face in the wall. “Hello,” it says.
I let out a shriek as I step back. Then my foot flies out from under me because of something slick on the floor and I’m on my ass. The surprise is too strong for the pain to really register.
Had that window been there the entire time? If it was a window, where was the frame? Had they been watching me this entire time? Had they watched me jerk off?
“After such a display,” the tiger in the wall says, confirming my fears, “I thought it was a good time to say ‘welcome to the family.’”
