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I find myself once again waiting for the girl behind the counter to finish making my latte. Nothing unusual I suppose. It's early on a Monday morning, so early in fact that the sun has yet to crest the horizon, so I can understand her being a little slow. I try not to fidget as I stand there, my pack hanging off one shoulder, laden down with books and other stuff I'll need for my classes. She starts to turn and I look to my hands, counting my cash once more to make sure I have the correct amount of money, and also to avoid her eyes. "Here you go sir!" she says brightly I look up and focus my eyes on her lips as I hand the money over.

"Thank you." I say and start to turn away after taking my drink from the counter.

"Oh sir your change!" I turn around and curse mentally as I look into her green eyes.

She's no super model, in fact she's kind of on the plump side but it's plushiness in all the right places. As we watch one another her breathing slows, becoming heavier as she shows her Kangaroo heritage by hoping over the counter and marching quickly to the door. Amidst a jingle of keys she locks it and flips the sign to closed while dropping the security blinds. Once done she returns her attention to me.

By now I've set my drink off to the side and pulled my black silk shirt off, tossing it aside as she vaults into my arms. Our lips lock, then we do our very best to clean one another's tonsil's. I turn her and set her plump rump on the counter, then yank her uniform top off, exposing her ample bosom to my adoring eyes. Her hands lace around the back of my head and pull me to kiss her breast, which I do, lovingly lashing them with my tongue as she begins to moan.

Once I've paid sufficient attention to her upper body, I push her down to lie on her back on the counter top. I don't bother removing her skirt; instead I simply pull down her panties so as to lap at the treasure they normally bar access to. She's sweet and wet and I have her legs kicking air in short order as my tongue delves into her depths.

"Nnnn..." she reaches down and forces my slick mouth from her honey pot. "No more teasing, I need you, NOW!" I grin and stand, having already worked my own pants off, exposing my endowment to her, and since I am horse based, it's fairly impressive.

Her eyes light up like a child on their birthday and she wiggles her nethers closer in anticipation. I grab her hips and press my cockhead to her folds. Just then I'm finally able to slam my mental barrier down, shutting me out of her mind and ending the day dream.

She blinks several times, still in the process of handing me my change. "Miss?" I say, still clothed as is she. She blinks, blushes furiously and looks around self consciously before handing me my change.

"Umm, Have a nice day sir." She blinks, bewildered and turns away trying to forget the vividness of her daydream. I for my part sip my drink as I leave the store. It's not her fault really; it's not even technically mine, though I do feel guilty about it.

My name Naraku St. John, I began life as a rather unremarkable pony fur, but during my junior year in high school my ex-girlfriend decided she wanted to spice up our relationship. So she suckered me over to her house one night and after drugging me, tried to bind an incubus to my flesh. Her hope was that she'd have her very own personal sex toy. Thankfully it didn't quite work out that way.

She must have screwed up in the binding because instead of me awakening as a daemon ready to do her bidding, I awoke as me, good old Naraku, just with a body that no amount of exercise or weight lifting would've ever given my then tiny frame. I am seven feet of solid horse, with coal black fur and a mane of red hair. Seems Sasha, my ex, crossed me with a nightmare, a type of demonic steed that is capable of fantastic speed and endurance and is gifted with a fiery mane. Thankfully the fire only manifests during times of extreme stress so it's fairly manageable.

However, she didn't just cross me with the Nightmare, I also got some incubus powers tossed in as well. The two that continually cause me trouble are the radius of arousal that I have to keep a constant clamp on or risk turning every susceptible girl within 20 ft into a slathering sex starved beast. The other is the ability to see and experience the daydreams of females. When ever I look into a girl's eye I see and experience whatever little sexual fantasy is hovering just below the surface of her mind. They also experience it as well and this fact has brought me no end of trouble. The good news is that I am getting better control over the damned thing and am normally able to shut it down before it get's started or goes to far. However, last night was a late night for me and after one of those I need a good shot of something to get my mind working again.

I put this mornings little incident behind me and begin walking towards my first class. It's autumn now on campus and people are starting to dress warmly, for some reason I'm always on the hot side so I won't need to worry about wearing anything warmer until the snow begins to fall.

"Naraku!" I turn as a bright girlish voice intrudes on my thoughts and find myself looking at a vixen freshman. Her fur is positively radiant red and her tail is a bushy mess some one could sleep on it looks so comfortable. She is dressed conservatively in a knee length blue dress, with an azure blouse under a light jacket. A small pair of spectacles sits perched on her nose in front of her green eyes. Her hair is pulled up into a pony tail and has azure highlights in its naturally dark tone. Her arms and feet were covered in black fur that made it look as if she were continually wearing stockings and gloves. "We still on for three today?" She clutches her books to her chest as she gazes up at him curiously.

"Three...Oh yeah!" my lips quirk into a dopey grin as I rap a knuckle against my noggin. "Our tutoring session, I'm sorry I almost forgot about it." I give her an sheepish smile. "Thanks for reminding me, Melody. I'll be there, on time I promise!"

Melodies face dips a bit, her glasses sliding down her nose as her green eyes stare at me, while she purses her lips together. "Hmm, I see. Well, as long as you show up I'll forget about your little memory slip." She pushes her glasses back onto her face with her finger. "I'll see you in the library commons. Till then." She waves at me and moves off towards another building.

I shake my head at my own terrible memory and start to walk towards class. Melody is a very bright young girl in her freshman year here at school. She's decided to enter the legal department here as she wants to one become a Defense attorney. I'm actually a sophomore and studying with the intent of becoming a District Attorney some years in the future, but one of the classes I had last year, she's taking now and with the same teacher. The guys a real hard ass but he knows his stuff. I managed to pass with an A and it almost caused me to have an ulcer. She's looking at a B right now but she's a perfectionist and wants my insight into the class, which I am more than happy to provide. She's cute, into law and is one of the few girls whose eyes I can look into without immediately having to shut down a day dream.

I pause outside the front door and make a note in my day planner of our meeting and continue in. Today should prove interesting.

******

The little luscious lady lapin under me is chewing her lower lip as her head whips back and forth, ears trailing her head like streamers. As she lays on her back, her bare breast bounced in rhythm to my thrust as I dipped my dick into her honey pot, over and over again.

"nngg!" her legs had been resting on my shoulders as I slide myself in and out of her grasping sex but she somehow moved them and wrapped them about my waist and locked them together. She began to pull on me urgently. "More!" she demanded.

I bent over and obliged the brown furred bunny. I forced her hands up over her head and held them there with one hand while the other stroked her globes. My hips thrust my entire length in to her, the fact that she could take it all said much about her current state of arousal. I admit, I wasn't gentle, I slammed myself into her without any regard for her comfort, but the harder I was, the more she seemed to like it. She began to chatter away as I took her roughly, mostly a jabbering combination of exclamations and demands for more. Eventually she came, coating my sheath with her fluids, but I wasn't done yet.

I pulled out of her love box and lifted her up so that her mouth hovered at my dick. She didn't blush or hesitate in the least, her little red tongue fluttered out to tenderly lick my tip a few time before she swallowed it whole. I grabbed her long floppy ears and pulled on them, using them to guide her along my shaft, revealing in the feel of her talented mouth.

As her mind was occupied with pleasuring me, I finally found a break in her mental wall and was able to cut the connection, ending the day dream. I blinked hard and found myself looking at Stella; she was still sitting at the next table over. Her red eyes were filled with amusement even as her mouth fell into an insincere pout. 'Aww it was just getting good' she mouthed before grinning at me.

If you haven't guessed, Stella is one of the local bicycles on campus, basically everybody get's a free ride. She doesn't dress slutty but her entire attitude and demeanor draws males and sometimes females to her like moths to a giant flame, and she is only too happy to do them all, often at the same time.

Unfortunately for me, she knows the nature of my curse and works damn hard to look me in the eyes whenever she needs a quickie but is, for some inexplicable reason, without the cock, finger, mouth etc of another fur to help her with that.

I snorted and turned my nose up at her and returned my attention to my lunch. This wasn't as appetizing as it had been a minute ago. You're probably asking why I don't just let these girls have there way with me in dream space. Well the main reason is that if a day dream is completed, my entire body and mind will be racked with a painfully compulsion to deliver on the dream. No surprise really, my ex wanted a sex slave. So anyways I either have to fulfill there dream or they have to verbally release me from the geas. Simply put, this is a pain I do not need.

"Old rough and ready look you in the eyes again?" I look up from my fries to see Goure leaning back in his chair. Goure is a Jackal of average height with midnight blue fur and piercing, ice cold, blue eyes that belay the warmth he is capable of. At present he is dressed in a sleeveless white t-shirt and a pair of dark colored cargo pants, and of course he has his fathers dog tags draped around his neck

I nodded and picked up my burger and took a bite. After chewing and swallowing I spoke. "Yup I swear her mind get's harder to escape from each time."

Goure shrugged "One track minds can be very determined when they find something they want." He took a sip of his drink and continued talking. "Sometimes I think we should've nick named her 'pit-bull' instead.

"Believe I've me pit bulls less determined than her." We shared a short chuckle over that before digging into our meals once again. Stella had earned the name rough & ready because she liked it rough and was always ready, always. A guy in one of my physics classes had been traveling home on the bus late one night. Stella had been there too and since the driver hadn't been paying them any heed and since it was an hour trip she decided to get frisky. Thus she hiked up her skirt flashed him her fluffy little tail and winked at him. When he didn't initially responded she stood up, walked over and sat down on his legs while her hands freed his dick from the confines of his pants.

She also had a nasty habit of not taking 'No damn it!' for answer.

"So how are things with you, Goure?" Wanting to get my mind off thoughts of the ever ready rabbit, I changed the subject.

My friend shrugged "Meh, not bad, I'm actually really enjoying my teachers this year. They defiantly know their stuff and they are actually all pretty approachable. Heck Professor Jenkins said that if I keep up the good work he'll see about getting me an internship with a company over the summer."

I smiled "Hey that's great!" the rest of what I was going to say was cut off as something crashed over by Stella. We both turned to see our friend, Boomer, currently helping the luscious lady lapin, to her feet.

"Oh I am so sorry!" she began sounding very convincing, but she was a drama major so that was no surprise. "I'm just so clumsy today." She presses herself against our friend and we both roll our eyes. "Ah! And I spilled something on your pants as well!! She sounded truly upset about that but we all knew different. "Here come with me to the bathroom and I'll help you get cleaned up!'

Boomer sighs "That's okay Miss Reeves" he begins as he moves around her. "You actually didn't hit my pants with your soup; I managed to move in time to avoid it." She looked down and you could see the frustration in her face as she silently mouthed a curse, as Boomer was in fact still clean. "I do thank you for your concern though." After speaking he sat down at our table, placing his bokken next to him, as Stella sat back down at her table, muttering darkly about having him in her clutches soon enough.

"You know, Zatoichi, some days I wonder about you." that comment was from Goure, to which Boomer just smiled.

Boomer is a very athletic looking Kangaroo with dusky red fur and a cream colored underbelly that stretches to the bottom of his jaw. He's also blind, has been that way since he was three, but he hasn't let that slow him down. In fact if anything he tends to scare us with just how little help he needs. He's an active member of the kendo club and is possibly their best swordsman, hence the nickname Zatoichi. He normally walks around with his eyes closed so people won't be disturbed by his milky white orbs.

Stella had made it her personal mission to bag him, more than likely because his lack of sight makes her usual tricks completely useless. And the one thing I can say about Stella is that she loves a challenge.

"So what's new with you guys?" Boomer asks. Goure fills him in on his situation then it's my turn. "Well I'm tutoring Melody today though I honestly don't know if she needs my help. I mean she got a 4.0 and was on the dean's list at her high school, I'm sure she'll get that A+ without me, but..." I shrug.

Goure and I both give him funny looks as he shakes his head, amused at us for some reason. "What?" I finally demand

"She's not interested in the lesson, dummy, she's interested in you."

As you will no doubt guess there was a lot of denial on my part after his statement. I pointed out a rather large list of reasons that he had to be wrong, and he shot down ever single one. Turns out he'd been, well, listening in on our conversations and was convinced that the only reason she was doing this was to be near me. At first Goure was on my side but eventually, Boomer won him over and they both agreed that I should treat this sweet young flower with great respect and care.

Sometime my friends are real idiots.

Or at least that's what I told myself when I left the cafeteria. It's what I was still telling myself at 3:45 as I was explaining a legal concept to Melody that she didn't seem to be having a lot of trouble with. In truth the longer our session went on the more I was having trouble believing my own arguments. Especially as Melody seemed unusually nervous and hesitant to look me in the eye.

My tail swished once as she continued to stare at her book. I called her name and then again more loudly and she turned, startled and as our eyes made contact the day dream began.

I turned her chair to face me and scooted myself closer. Her big green eyes just stared at me in wonder as I unbuttoned her blouse to expose her breast. She wasn't particularly large but they were well formed little apples that, after I took her bra off, I was delighted to fondle and taste. She took off her glasses and set them aside before running her hands through my mane, whispering sweet water into my ears. I left a trail of kisses from her breast down her belly to her waist. My hands had already lifted her dress up, gathering it out of the way before removing the last barrier to her sex. I stared to move my mouth to it, intent on licking her into orgasm when her hands came down and covered her sex.

"Not...there, not yet...." My dream self and real self blinked at the same time but for different reasons. My dream self watched as she blushed furiously while she pushed me back into my chair before moving to the table. She cleared it of our notes and other things in one swipe of her arm before bending herself over it. Then, hesitantly, she lifted her bushy tail to expose the hole at its base. My dream self didn't know why she wanted it up the tail hole but neither was he interested in arguing. He merely nodded to her request, grabbed her hips and began to press his man hood to her rear entrance.

I however was confused because of my inability to shut this day dream down. Melody's mind was far better ordered than any other woman's I'd ever seen. There were no holes in her defenses, none. And as the other me began to gently rock himself into her rump, I realized I was trapped, I couldn't escape.

Elsewhere, Melody had finally gotten used to the feel of him up her spout and was starting to push back, trying to get him deeper. Seeing her effort the other me grabbed her off the table and sat down, impaling his shaft in her rump once more. Her eyes went wide but soon she was bouncing herself along his shaft, her tiny breast jiggling with the effort. One of his hands stroked the outer lips of her sex which she seemed content to let him do, as the other toyed with her tit. She managed to turn her head just enough that the two could share a kiss as they worked.

My panic was starting to rise, I could tell the dream was winding down and if it did with me still here I would have to follow through on her dream in the real world. She must've sensed something of my panic because a door opened where there wasn't one previously and I dove through it, ending the dream.

I blinked and shook my head and found myself starting into Melody's green eyes. My mouth worked silently for a moment and then I started to gather my things, suddenly intent on leaving right now. A black furred paw stopped me. "Why did you leave?"

I looked back at her and saw curiosity mixed with hurt. And I realized that she knew, she knew, what would happen if she looked at me, and had interpreted my desire to leave as a rejection. So I told her everything.

At the end her eyes were filled with horror at what had been done to me. "So, if you stay you are forced to into the act no matter what you want?" I nodded and her hand flew to cover her mouth. "I am so sorry I just thought, I mean the way Stella talked about it..."

Stella, of course, who else would know and be likely to blab about it.

"It's not your fault you didn't know." It took me a while to calm her down as the reality of what she'd nearly done came crashing down on her.

"You must hate me." She finally said.

I took her chin in my hand "No I like you, I'm just...." I frown in thought. "I mean why would you want to... with me any way?"

At this she smiled "I like you, a lot, I wanted to know what it would be like to be with you, but I could never do something like that in real life, I figured a dream would be a way to know and would be harmless."

My tail flicked again behind me as I looked at her. Boomer had been right, damn, there'd be no living with him after this. "Look I don't know if..."

She pressed a finger to my lips, "Just think about it okay?" she said and placed her dainty little paws in my hand "Please?" I nodded and she favored me with a warm smile. After that she gathered her stuff and left. Meanwhile I sat there trying to work things out in my mind. That's when I looked down and realized she'd left her phone number in my paws

****

"First off, I told you so." was Boomers smug response as I related recent events later over tonight's dinner, a meat lovers pizza. "And second I say go for it, She's wonderful, intelligent and sane, what more could you ask for?"

"I don't know, it scares me how easily she kept me in her mind, if she wanted to she could force me to do it."

"You know there's nothing wrong with surrendering control to your woman." That comment came from Gar, a seven foot tall Gryphon morph. At present he had on a vest, open to show off his chest and a pair of slacks. Hanging off his neck by one arm was his girlfriend Jen. She was a waif of a mouse girl with brown fur and eyes; she was dressed in a spaghetti strap top and shorts.

She smiled at Gar after he spoke. "Good answer sweetie." She said and fed him another slice of pizza. You wouldn't know it from being a casual acquaintance of theirs but Jen is the one who actually wears the pants in their relationship. Gar will tear apart anyone who messes with his girl, but he will also get down on his knees and beg her for forgivingness if he screws up. Not surprising considering how I walked in on her punishing him once for forgetting their anniversary. I still have nightmares about leather clad mouse girls cracking bull whips while saying. 'On your KNEES, servant! Beg for your mistress's mercy!!'

"Well even though your opinion on the matter is biased." Goure began looking at Gar before turning his attention to me. "I still say you call her. I mean she did let you go when she realized something was wrong. And you two do have a lot of common interest."

I rolled my head from side to side, reluctant to concede the point.

"You know what your problem is Naraku?"

I looked up at Jen. "No but I suppose your going to tell me." Gar bristled but she whispered into his ear and he calmed.

"Your afraid of loosing control, it's understandable considering your last mistress was overly cruel and stupid" Yes, she actually considers girlfriends to be a man's mistress. Something about us males needing a good woman to keep us in line. "But you have to learn to let go sometimes, take a chance, and let yourself fall into her arms." She grinned "You may learn you like it."

I frowned not liking to sound of what she was saying. Thankfully, Boomer came in with the save, as usual. "Naraku, she's a sweet girl, you know that, she won't intentionally harm you, you know that as well, you like her, so the real question you should be asking yourself is not why should you call her, it's why not."

I didn't have an answer to him then, and thus I was silent for the rest of our meal. But he was right, and to an extent, Jen was right. I've spent so much of my life after the incident trying to control everything that the thought of losing it for a moment scares me, thus her ability to do just that freaked me out. But I know her, I know she won't do that again, and I'd really hate to miss a chance like this just because I was too afraid.

So later that night I dialed her number and waited as her phone rang. "Hello?" she said and I took a deep breath. "Hey Melody its me. Um do you wanna go out this Friday?"

Author notes:

Not much to say on this one, I just liked the idea of a fur getting continually trapped in the day dreams of other, frisky furs, so here you are. I hope you enjoyed it.