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**An Out of Body Experience

By: Veronica Foxx

For: MissingKeys**

Jared let out a soft sigh as he plopped into a vacant desk in the study hall classroom, very glad of the free period to rest his brain. With AP Calculus and Chemistry in the morning, having study hall just before lunch let him get in a quick nap before his afternoon classes, and he really needed it. Chasing the dream of graduating valedictorian wasn't easy, after all. The panther curled his arms on the desktop and nestled his head down against them, getting as comfortable as possible and slowed his breathing, trying to push aside his whirling thoughts. It wasn't easy, what with formulas and equations vying for space with social worries, such as the coaches hounding him to try out for track or another sport and his lack of a girlfriend even in his junior year, but he had a lot of practice at slowing his mind down.

He purposefully kept his breathing at a slow, even pace, counting the beats of his heart, concentrating on nothing but the sense of his internal workings, blanking out anything else. It was a lot like meditating, kind of putting himself into a bit of trance and letting himself drift off, though the last part had been getting a bit harder lately. He would get to the drifting part, but it seemed to take longer and longer for the drifting to become actual sleep. He would end up hanging around in his slowed down, more or less sleeping body with his mind still mostly active and working. It gave him a... detached feeling, like his mind was coming free of the flesh. Kind of like...

Jared was floating above his inert physical form, looking down on it. He could see his whiskers and ears twitching slightly as the other students in the classroom shuffled books or mumbled softly to one another, but he otherwise appeared to be completely asleep. And yet, here he was watching himself. It was like he was a ghost, untethered and drifting... drifting...

In a panic, he grabbed for the chair his body was in and found himself jolting awake so hard that he nearly fell out of his seat. Embarrassed and confused, he cleared his throat and waved an apology to the other occupants of the room, mumbling about a bad dream, then laid his head back down, pondering what had just happened. His mind was whirling again with the possibilities. Was it possible that it had been real and not just a dream?

It wasn't unheard of for mental powers to include something like that. He thought it was called astral projection, though such mental powers tended to develop very early, just at the budding of puberty. All things considered, he could very well be a late bloomer in that department considering that he hadn't hit his final growth spurt until he was nearly fifteen, sprouting up a foot and a half or so in less than a year. A few other students had been pulled from their freshman year due to developing powers, but those had been obvious ones, like spitting fire and super strength. Mental powers tended to be harder to detect, generally, but that was also why top-tier telepaths routinely toured schools to scope out potential recruits to the government-funded training facilities.

Jared took a deep breath and let it out, deciding that it would be better to know than not, and that he would at least get in his nap if nothing else. He focused once more, slowing his breathing and counting the beats of his heart, gently sinking down into the trance-like state once more. Once he hit the drifting stage, he tried to purposefully hold it, to stay there, and found himself floating free once more. His mind's eye looked down at his drowsing body once more. Curious, he attempted to look at himself in his current incorporeal form and found that he couldn't. There was nothing to look at.

He pondered that for a moment and figured that there was no reason for his mind to have a visible self but also no reason why it shouldn't. It only took a moment of concentration before he could look down and see himself as he more or less physically was. Admittedly, it was a bit idealized, his abs a bit more defined, arms and legs a bit more muscular, but with the same sleek black fur, blue jeans, faded t-shirt, and sneakers. Since he was already drifting outside his body, it seemed only sensible that he should be able to fly about, just like a ghost. Again, it took only a few moments of concentration to send himself hovering around the classroom, peeking at what the other students were working on.

It occurred to him then that in such an astral form, more or less a ghost, he should be able to pass through walls and other solid objects, so he gave it a try. Floating over to the nearest wall, he tentatively stretched out a hand to press against it, finding it as solid as ever. That was odd... But... Well, walls had been solid all of his life. He took for granted the fact that they were, just as he took the fact that the ground was solid for granted. Drifting down, he set his feet down and found himself standing quite firmly on the floor. That gave him some food for thought. Of course, he had also taken for granted the fact that he couldn't fly, and yet he had been floating around without a problem...

With a snap of his fingers, he realized the problem. Expectations, assumptions, the nature of his reality as a physical being. He was used to certain things being absolutely true, but finding himself detached from his body had let him ignore some of those assumptions. He carefully wound his way back through the classroom to his own body and took a moment to compose himself, then reached down to stroke the fur on his own neck. He felt it in his spirit form, could watch as his astral fingers traced through the fur. He took another moment, concentrating on being completely incorporeal, truly a ghost, insubstantial, and tried again. A wide grin split his lips as his hand passed straight through into his body. There was a tingling sensation along with a kind of suction that made it a slight struggle to retract his appendage, but he pulled free without too much effort.

He turned to face the back wall of the classroom and strode forward confidently, keeping it firmly fixed in his mind that he would pass right through it. It was like passing through a sheet of cold water, but he found himself on the other side in moments. He let out a cheer, pumping a fist into the air, then considered what else he should try. His eyes drifted as his thoughts wandered, considering the implications, until something intruded on his musings. He pushed at the errant request for attention, but it was insistent, so he pulled his attention back to the real world and realized what had been prodding at his wandering mind. Brenda was in this class.

Brenda was a sleek little rat, also a junior, and his biggest crush. She was also his biggest competition in chasing after the best grades in his year. They didn't interact very often, only having AP British Lit together, but she was a brilliant debater, very clever and funny and definitely cute as all hell. Jared could feel his cheeks heating as he stared at her but was unable to look away. As usual, she wore a knee-length skirt and a v-neck blouse, strappy sandals on her feet. His eyes were drawn to her chest as she thrust a hand up to wave it vigorously for attention from the teacher, trying to answer a question that the panther had missed. She didn't have all that much of a chest, but more than enough to fill out the bra she wore and show a bit of cleavage through the neck of her blouse, and he found himself wishing he could give her breasts a squeeze.

His cheeks heated further as he realized what he had just thought and considered the implications. But... but... Well, it wasn't like she had ever noticed him as anything more than a rival. He didn't exactly have a chance at more than a passing friendship, if he were honest with himself. He certainly wasn't going to be asking her out any time soon, and she hadn't shown any interest in expanding their acquaintance into anything more. Debating with himself, considering the rights and wrongs and the pros and cons, he found his astral self padding towards her, passing right through the other students and desks until he stood directly beside her. With a last moment of hesitation, he slowly reached out to lightly stroke the fur of her neck.

It felt as soft and delicate as he had always imagined, but he quickly jerked his hand back when she craned her neck to see who had touched her. After a moment, she patted at her neck and turned her attention back to the teacher. More boldly, he did it again, eliciting a similar response, though she looked a bit more concerned this time. Jared felt himself smiling slightly as a mischievous streak he thought he had left behind in middle school pushed itself forward. With a ticklishly light touch, he stroked his finger along the line of her jaw from chin to ear. She twitched and shivered slightly, scratching at the underside of her chin, and glanced around once more, seeming a bit more worried but unsure as to what was happening.

The panther chuckled as he moved to stand behind her, his lower body passing through the desktop of the student to her rear. Reaching down, he extended a claw on his finger and carefully, gently snagged the top button of her blouse. A quick curl of the digit severed the thread that held it in place, letting a bit more of her cleavage show as he looked down over her shoulder. The rat gave a soft gasp, attempting to catch the button as it bounced off of her own desk and fell to skitter across the floor. She grasped at the cloth, trying to hold it closed, then let it go with a regretful sigh. Glancing around once more, she settled back into her seat.

Jared let out another soft laugh and crouched, slipping his arms around her with a very specific set of thoughts in his mind. Holding the idea firmly, he let his fingers sink through the fabric of her blouse and bra to gently caress the underside of her breasts, letting his claws out to lightly drag against the skin beneath her fur. Brenda gasped and jumped slightly, then raised her hand and asked the teacher if she could be excused to the restroom. The teacher answered that since there were only ten minutes left in class, she could wait.

Ten minutes? Jared had been out of his body for longer than he thought, almost the entire period! But... with only ten minutes left... Well, why waste an opportunity? Reaching down, he unzipped his nonexistent pants and pulled down his underwear, freeing his half-hard shaft. In for a penny, in for a pound, after all. He gave it a few strokes to firm it up, then concentrated hard on positioning himself correctly. He drifted slightly to settle beneath her, his hips directly beneath the seat of her chair, his body floating almost parallel to the floor, and reached up to take firm hold of her hips. She gasped again and squirmed slightly, no doubt wondering what was holding her so tightly pressed against the seat, but fell silent with wide eyes and gaping jaw as she felt something pressing firmly but insistently at her nether regions.

The panther wasn't exactly experienced, but he had seen more than enough porn to get an idea of where things were, and he was concentrating very hard on making sure his shaft was quite physically present to her body while passing right through everything else. He sat up slightly from his reclining position to wrap his left arm around his waist while using his right hand to grip himself and guide his tip to her entrance. He could feel the heat and warmth of her slit as he stroked his head between her nether lips, slowly dragging himself back until he could feel the dimple that led deeper.

With a soft growl, he thrust his hips upward, grinning at the slight jolt against his arm as she jumped and the soft squeal she let out. He could feel her clenching around him as she squirmed in her seat, hands gripping the edges of her desk tightly. He gave another thrust, sinking himself half way into her. She sucked in breath, her feet hooking against one another beneath her desk as her tail curled tightly around the leg of her chair. As a rat, she was about half his size, so he didn't doubt that he felt extremely large to her, especially considering the nearly painful tightness he felt from her. With a grunt of effort and a tug of his arm, he gave a final thrust, sinking himself balls deep into her. She let out another soft squeak, her inner walls rippling against him, her breath coming in soft pants, her ears tucked and burning a bright red.

He held himself there for a moment, wondering if he was reading the situation correctly, but then felt her give a slightly bounce in her seat, purposefully up, then down. The panther laughed then and pulled himself back until just the tip still sat inside of her before thrusting in hard. Once, twice, three times, the heat and tightness, the sweet wetness of her, the feel of female flesh sliding along his maleness, and that was it. He squeezed his arms tightly around her waist as he buried himself inside of her, grunting as he came. Then the bell rang.

Brenda let out a squeak at the sharp sound and quickly began gathering her books and papers into her bag. Jared gave her rear end a final pinch before finding himself suddenly jolted back into his own body. Michael, a wolf and a friend, was standing over him.

"Guess that bad dream was followed by one that was... a little too good, huh?" the wolf grinned, gesturing to the panther's groin.

Jared looked down and groaned with despair at the stain on his pants.

The End