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"There're no such thing as ghosts, Franny. We're in high school, you need to stop being such a baby!" Crisp looked back at the sheepish mouse girl that followed him, the wolf shaking his head a bit as he found his tone growing more scolding with each passing second. "Now are you going to come with me, or are you going to go back to the others and admit you chickened out?"

The moon hung ominously in the chill October sky as Crisp and Franny stood outside the gates of their high school. The fallen leaves filled the night air with their fragrant decay and the child in Crisp still screamed with delight; it was Halloween! Though he was too old to go trick or treating, no matter how much he wanted to, the thrill of the holiday still burned in the young wolf's mind and heart. Rather than scouring the neighbourhood for the best candy hauls, the wolf and mouse had found themselves hanging out with several classmates instead when the news of a party being thrown by the football team had reached their eager ears.

Their hopes had been dashed quickly once they'd reached the party, however. The jocks hadn't let them in; Crisp and his friends weren't the uncoolest kids in school, but the social ladder was only one directional for students like them... unless...

"We'll break into the school and grab the principal's records. We bring that, you let us in." Crisp spoke with a confidence that surprised the onlookers and even the captain of the football team stalled momentarily.

"Deal. You bring us his records on me and Johnny, you're in." The large bear gestured faintly towards the light and music drifting from the open doorway they stood in. When Crisp peeked in he saw one of the cheerleaders with her shirt off already, breasts cupped daintily in her pink bra; Crisp would earn his way into this party if it killed him!

As he stared at the dark windows of the school, the wolf somewhat regretted that very sentiment. Still, the boy steeled himself and gestured to the cowering mouse behind him. "Come on, Fran. We'll be in and out before the gate even closes behind us." Bolstering his own courage the wolf pushed his way past the wrought iron gates, ignoring the squeaking of the hinges as the gate opened onto the yellowing grass of the school's yard. It was a quick trip to the side doors from there. As Crisp pulled on the door, rattling the lock slightly as it blocked his entry, he frowned. It wasn't surprising that it was locked, but he had certainly hoped for a little luck.

"Come on, Fran. We need to find--" Crisp turned towards where the girl was supposed to be and instead saw her still standing outside the gates.

"I'm not going in!" she called across the yard, "Forget the party, Crisp! You know the stories about what happens in that school after dark!"

"I told you, there's no such thing!" The wolf's voice was nearly lost on the wind as it picked up suddenly, scattering leaves across the yard and rustling the boy's fur with its icy fingers. The stories were only told to scare the freshmen, something Fran and Crisp hadn't been for years now. He wasn't going to miss out on Laura Fisher's breasts just because of some stupid story! Turning, the wolf moved around the side of the building, the wind drowning out the mouse girl's plea for him to come back.

It was near the gymnasium that the wolf found his way in. The ivy that covered the redbrick wall of the old school gave him a clear climb right up to an open window on the second floor. The building was squat and even the second floor was only fifteen feet or so off of the ground.

"About time all that rope climbing in gym class finally pays off" he muttered under his breath as he began to climb, the ivy-vines bent under his weight but the lattice they wove through gave him all the support he needed. The climb was a quick one and as the wolf pulled himself into the window he could hear the first few drops of a rainstorm begin to patter against the windowsill behind him. "Just in time..." the boy thought as he watched the rain grow heavier; in the span of a minute it was coming down in sheets. Poor Fran would be soaked if she was still out there waiting for him!

With no option but to go forward the wolf turned to look around the room. It was his history class, even with the lights out and only the pale illumination offered by the dim lighting in the hallway to offer any clues, the wolf recognized it. He would have to head downstairs if he wanted to reach the principal's office, and from there he could probably walk out the front door; the locks were meant to keep people out, not in, and would no doubt open from the inside. Heading out of the room the wolf could feel his nerves calm.

"There're no ghosts..." Crisp said to himself, Fran's warnings wearing on his thoughts. The hallway was long running from one end of the school to the other with almost a dozen classrooms branching off from it. The first floor had the same layout and even in the reduced lighting there was no way the boy would get lost. The sound of the rain drilled right through the walls of the school and Crisp couldn't ignore the relief he felt that he was in here and not out there.

*CRASH*

The sound jolted the wolf. It sounded like someone had knocked over several desks at once, but surely there was nobody else in the school.

"Hello?" The boy looked down the hallway tentatively, the shadows creeping along the walls getting his nerves riled once again. Perhaps it was the janitor, or perhaps one of the teachers forgot something. Whatever it was, the boy was sure he wasn't supposed to be here and rather than call out again the wolf turned and hurried towards his goal. The rain continued to hammer the building but the wolf was acutely aware of the scuffing sound of his red high-top sneakers on the faux granite flooring Expecting someone to call after him Crisp looked over his shoulder every few steps. When no call came by the time the wolf had reached the stairway he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Fuckin' Fran" Crisp huffed as he pushed open the door and found himself staring down the hallway he'd just walked down!

The stairs were gone. When Crisp looked back over his shoulder the same hallway stretched out behind him and he half-expected to see himself looking through the door at the other end. Instead only the glowering silence of a school devoid of students greeted him. There was no sign of the source of that noise and the wolf began to wonder if he'd just imagined it.

"Hi!" a voice piped up in front of him suddenly. The wolf's head spun towards the sound and he nearly screamed at the sight of a diminutive boy standing before him. The boy looked a little younger than Crisp, perhaps fifteen or sixteen, but he smiled up at the wolf politely enough.

"Shit! What're you doing in here?" the wolf exclaimed, surprise bleeding into an angry tone hidden behind his words; it wasn't that he was angry of course, simply scared. "Did Devon send you to scare me off before I got the files? Forget it, I'm getting into that party whether he likes it or not" the lupine barked at the short caracal boy. The feline didn't flinch, his head canting slightly instead. Crisp couldn't tell how big the feline was under the oversized sweatshirt he wore but he was pretty sure he could take him if the cat didn't get out of his way.

"Oh yeah?" The cat didn't seem impressed, even when Crisp made to step forward; it was like walking into a wall. The wolf's entire body jolted to a stop suddenly and no matter how hard he pressed against the invisible force that barred him from stepping through the door, he couldn't move. "By the way, your shoelaces are untied" the boy added before turning around and simply walking away. Crisp still couldn't step through the door but at the boy's warning the wolf found himself looking down instinctively. His shoelaces hung like limp snakes on the floor, just as the boy had said. Looking back up the wolf was astounded to see the stairwell before him; both the caracal and the hallway were gone.

"This is b-buh-bullshit" Crisp stammered out to no-one in particular. Stepping through the door with ease now the wolf suddenly found himself off balance and falling forward. He collided with the floor, crying out once more as his arms came up to try and protect himself. Laying facedown in the doorway the wolf could only stare stupidly at the stairway in front of him. When he at last made to stand back up Crisp found his feet unable to move properly, someone had tied his shoelaces together! From somewhere down the hallway he had just been in, the wolf heard laughter. A slight stirring in his shorts warned the wolf that his sheath was awake, cock slipping free as that laughter rang in his ears.

The wolf practically slid towards the stairs on his belly, only getting to his knees and fumbling awkwardly at the knots in his laces once he'd reached the steps themselves. Crisp looked back towards the hallway several times but there was no sign of the boy. The wolf could feel his heart pounding his chest, breath coming in short little gasps. "No such thing..." he kept repeating to himself as the knots finally came loose and he was able to properly tie his sneakers again. Despite the fear coursing through his body the lupine could feel the urgent weight of his cock pressing up into his knee-length shorts. His cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment at not only his own fear, but the laughter that had followed his fall.

Getting to his feet at last the boy hurried down the steps, taking them several at a time before finally reaching the bottom and bursting through the doors. Another hallway greeted him, similar to the hallway he had just been in but bedecked with signs pointing visitors towards the school's office half-way down the hall. It was what was at the far end which held Crisp's attention, however. A small crowd of furs stood near the doors set at the opposite end of the hallway. It was hard to tell from this distance but they seemed to the wolf to be the same age as the boy he had just seen, their bodies covered by khaki pants and different coloured hoodies. All but one had their hoods pulled up, obscuring their faces. The wolf recognized the only unconcealed fur as the young caracal. The boy simply waved towards Crisp, a broad smile on his face; Crisp felt his stomach drop. Before he could think of a plan, he was running. Ducking into a classroom the wolf slammed the door shut and pressed his back against it.

The classroom was dark, but more importantly it was empty. Adrenaline pulsed in fevered desperation throughout the wolf's body as he listened intently for any sound of pursuit. Minutes passed like this, the steady pump of the wolf's heart like a jackhammer in his ears and the aching cock in his shorts demanding he pay attention to it; he felt like a pup again, hiding from the boogeyman but without the fortress his blankets had always provided.

When the tug on his arm came the wolf was caught totally unprepared. He cried out in fear but the tug came again, as though invisible hands were pulling on his arms. The sensation grew stronger by the second and soon the wolf found himself being pulled towards the blackboard at the front of the classroom. The notes from that day's lesson was still scrawled across the board, but the wolf was far too distracted to read it. What felt like small paws pulled and tugged at his body; how many, he couldn't be sure, but it certainly felt like more than a dozen. More and more paws joined in it seemed, yanking at him, pulling his shirt upwards and poking at the heavy cock now poorly hidden within his shorts.

Turning to face the class itself the wolf could hear himself shouting unintelligible demands to stop; the voice seemed to be coming from someone else, someone far away. Even as he shouted, however, the faint outlines of faces and bodies began to shimmer in the night-cloaked classroom. A group of them surrounded the boy and more sat in the seemingly empty desks.

"Strip the little sissy down!" a faint voice called out from the rear of the classroom. It was like listening to someone yell underwater, garbled and deep. Before Crisp knew it his t-shirt had been pulled up and over his head. A moment of blind panic struck the boy when he lost sight of the room, vision blocked by the grey fabric of his shirt. When it was pulled off of him the wolf couldn't help but scream! The room was full of furs, nearly twenty of them either grabbing him or simply staring with smirks on their face.

"Look at him scream like a girl!" called out a foxboy; the fox had a firm grip on the wolf's arm, holding it up so the others could finish removing Crisp's shirt, leaving him in just his sneakers and shorts. The taunt drew a peal of laughter from the assembled onlookers, a few pointing at the boy as they laughed mercilessly at his unbelievable predicament. Even the wolf could hardly believe what was happening as he struggled against the vice-like grip of his tormenters.

A faint tug on his feet warned the wolf that something new was happening. Looking down, every muscle in his body wound tight like springs, the wolf could see a faint green glow surround the laces of his red high-top canvas sneakers. The slightly scuffed shoes seemed to be taking on a life of their own before his very eyes. The green glow grew brighter and his shoelaces began to untie themselves, curling upwards like snakes ready to strike at his face. The tongues of the shoes were pulled out and for a moment the boy thought they were going to steal his prized sneakers. The laces hung in the air, however. The shoes remained on the wolf's feet and his somewhat dirty white socks were exposed by the loosening of the sneakers. A boy standing nearby seemed to be doing it, his paws moving in the air as though he were playing with the laces.

"Whoo, what a stink!" laughed the short dalmation.

The wolf was beside himself. As hard as his shaft had been only a minute earlier, he could feel it grow even harder. It was like an attention-grabbing steel girder of heated wolfcock, trapped in his briefs and making a lewd spectacle of his subconscious enjoyment of this torture.

"He's getting hard down there!" remarked a slim cheetah girl, her eyes were focused on the tent in the crotch of Crisp's shorts. "He's getting off on this! What a pervert!" another ripple of laughter echoed in the air, the sound carried the same garbled distortion as his captor's words, as though itt was coming from a great distance away. Shifting on his feet as he fought as best he could the wolf was helpless against the continued teasing. More of the apparitions stepped forward to help hold him and soon the wolf was unable to do anything but pant for breath and hope this was just a bad dream.

It wasn't until he felt his shorts get pulled down that Crisp gathered himself to bark out a short, "Stop, please!" There was no response save for more laughter. His shorts around his ankles the wolf was left standing in only his red briefs, the white stitching stretched with his rock-hard dick as it jutted up almost proudly into the cotton underwear. The boy tried once more to break free but it was no use, he was thoroughly trapped.

"Gross, he's all hard."

"Looks like he's gonna cream his panties!"

"You think we should help?"

The taunts continued, the ghosts taking turns coming up with cracks against the wolf. Each teasing call was like a slap across the wolf's face and he found himself pressing back against the chalkboard, his dick aching in his underwear and the blush in his cheeks growing brighter.

"His cheeks match his panties!" laughed the fox again.

Crisp was amazed when they finally released his arms, but he was in no position to escape. The wolf's paws moved to try and cover his stiff prick, the futility of it only egging the others on to tease harder.

"Hold on guys, check this out!"

Crisp couldn't see the owner of this new voice until he felt something tugging on his shoes once more. It was a German shepherd, the boy kneeling between Crisp's legs and tying his shoelaces together.

"St-Stop" Crisp demanded again but it was no use. He brought his paws down to push at the boy but his paws simply went through the canine's body. Much like he had upstairs, Crisp found himself losing his balance. Waving his arms about the wolf's eyes widened as he toppled forward, feet kicking up slightly as he struck the floor with a short cry of despair. The wolf's cock was pressed against his belly by the surprisingly cold floor of the classroom, the chill only serving to highlight the heat he felt in his loins. More laughter followed, washing over the helpless boy like a tidal wave of embarrassment. Struggling to his knees Crisp simply sat there, looking about frantically.

"Aw, poor baby, did you fall over?" The furs had become difficult to see once again, a shimmering miasma filling the room as though the wolf's assailants had simply dispersed into the very air itself. Occasionally the flash of a face would appear in the mist, a finger pointing at him mockingly, or the upturned lips of a laughing smile. All of it overwhelmed the wolf and he found himself shutting down, gaze dropping as they continued their horrendous teasing. The worst was the feeling of pre-cum welling from his dick, darkening the tip of the tent he'd made in his briefs.

"Awww, I think he's going to cry!"

The mocking sound of fake tears replaced the laughter and before long he could feel his body tense up. The emotions were just too much, the humiliation of it felt like a tender caress to his needy cock. Before long he could feel his balls pull tight, the pending climax like a final nail in the wolf's coffin. Thick cum sprayed into the small briefs. The red cotton grew dark as pungent seed pulsed into the boy's underwear, and the laughter intensified.

"He did! He came! What a little dork"

"Wuss!"

"Pervert!"

The voices were growing fainter, however, as though they were losing their power. By the time the wolf's climax had ended, his cock and balls coated in his own semen, the room had cleared. He could still hear the berating laughter faintly, as though it were coming from the walls themselves, but he had his chance to escape and the wolf didn't waste it. Scrambling to his feet the boy turned and hurried, falling immediately; his shoelaces were still tied together! Fingers tearing at his laces the wolf quickly undid the knots and took off like a streak of grey lighting. Throwing open the door of the classroom the boy rushed for the front door, the lingering laughter still following him as he reached the door and slammed into it; it was locked!

Behind him Crisp could hear a simple, "Goodbye!" though he did not turn to see who owned that voice. The door opened as if on its own accord and Crisp was free.

"There he is!" shouted Fran as she hurried through the iron gates. Several of the jocks from the party were with her. When Crisp had insisted on going ahead with the plan she had gone back to beg them to back out on the deal and just let Crisp join the party. When they had heard he'd actually broken into the school they had insisted on coming to see for themselves, eager to congratulate the wolf on his surprisingly ballsy move; perhaps he wasn't as big of a nerd as they thought. What greeted them however was Crisp bursting from the school in a panic, wearing nothing but his cum-stained briefs and undone sneakers.

"What the fuck, Crisp?" asked Johnny, the panther barely able to hide his amusement at the wolf's dishevelled state. "You have some fun in there?"

"Ghosts!" declared Crisp bluntly, the word blurted out of the shivering wolf as though it was the only explanation he needed to give.

"Ghosts aren't real you baby, damn, and to think we were going to let you into our party." The jocks could only stare in disbelief at the wolf, none of them stating the obvious; the entire school would know about this by the end of the week and the wolf was in for some serious teasing. "Come on, guys. Lets get back before the girls sober up. Fran, take care of your boyfriend, he can't seem to handle his shit." The football players all broke out into a round of laughter as they turned to return to their party, leaving Crisp and Fran standing in the gateway of the school.

"Crisp? What hap--" the mouse began worriedly only to be cut off by the wolf.

"I... I don't know. Alright?"

The two turned to look back towards the school and though it may have just been his eyes playing tricks on him, Crisp could swear he saw the outline of someone pointing and laughing in one of the windows.