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A Night to Forget

Commission for FriskeCrisps

It was a day like any other school day at the local high school. Crisp walked through the halls with his usual style, a semi-confident stride carrying him forward. His grey fur showed off on his arms, the young wolf wearing a tight-sleeved hoodie that was open at the chest, revealing his stark white chest and belly fur. He tempted fate by wearing the garment to school, but he never seemed to get in trouble for the revealing outfit. His ears flicked around at the sounds of the hallway through the holes in the top of it. A smile was plastered across his face, his eyes focused on his destination, locked number 666. Other furs constantly poked fun at his locker number, saying that Crisp had the evil locker of doom. He tried not to let it phase him, instead choosing to decorate his locker with all manner of freaky objects.

The young wolf's feet carried him closer, his loose tennis shoes squeaking on the floor. Crisp liked the feel of them on his feet, and he wiggled his toes with a light giggle. He had always enjoyed his shoes, and his feet. He took his mind off of them before he ended up with a problem springing up inside his red-ribbed white shorts. He definitely wouldn't be able to hide himself if such a thing did happen.

The lupine didn't even notice that his shoelaces had come untied with his strutting, and the laces were flying about as he walked. A few students had noticed and were starting to chuckle, getting some others' attention to watch the mayhem that could possibly ensue. Their hopes were not realized, however, as the wolf reached his locker unscathed. Crisp pulled out the books he would need for his first couple of classes. While he had his head buried in his locker, he didn't even notice that a small group of his friends had gathered around waiting for him. The moment he turned back around, a few suddenly yelled good morning.

The result was a quickstep that made Crisp step on his loose laces, making him trip over his own shoes and go tumbling to the floor. Everyone watching burst into uproarious laughter, pointing at Crisp lying on the ground. All the wolf could do was roll over onto his stomach and try to drown them out. No, no, please no, not now. He told himself over and over, feeling the tingling in his cock, blood starting to flow into the organ. It was short-lived however, because the bell rang and the laughter died down, allowing the embarrassed lupine to return to his feet. There was only a slight bulge left in his shorts that could easily be assumed to a fold of extra fabric. Crisp huffed out a sigh of relief and turned to his friends.

"We are going to be late, so lets just talk at lunch, okay?" He turned from them as they agreed to see each other later.

It seemed to take days for the first four classes of the day to end, but they eventually did, like always. Crisp jumped up from his desk with a whoop when the bell finally sounded. He took off for his locker to put his books away and grab his lunch, making careful to be sure he did not trip over anything this time. He had had enough broken lips and bloody teeth from his clumsiness. He let out a sigh of relief when he made it without incident, picking up his lunch and taking it to the gym where the students ate. After locating his friends, the young wolf sat down with them and started eating, ears swiveling from here to there to catch some of the conversations that were going on around the table.

"I hear the school is haunted, and that at night the ghosts wander the halls like there are still students here, carrying books and backpacks everywhere" a little bunny boy said from the end of the table.

A racoon sitting near him balked. "That's not true. There are no such things as ghosts. It is probably just feral rats moving around making noise and knocking things over."

"It is true. Jared said he was here late after the band came back from a game, and he saw them!! He did!!" the bunny defended.

Crisp chuckled into his sandwich, making much of the group look in his direction. His ears lowered and a little whimper escaped his lips. A gulp later and the wolf was clearly expected to say something. "Uh... I don't really believe that ghosts exist. I would wonder why they would still be here of all places, hmm?"

"What do you know? You have trouble walking most days. What would you know about ghosts?" the bunny was getting furious now, which kind of looked funny on a fuzzy, floppy-eared fellow.

"Well, nothing I suppose, since I don't really believe in them." He shrugged, assuming the conversation was over for now. However, the others at the table were not nearly finished.

"Well then" the little raccoon said, clearly thinking on it. "Why don't you come to the school after dark and stay the night Crispy, and you can tell us what you see, if anything?"

Crisp shivered a moment, but there were too many eyes on him for him to chicken out now. "Okay" he said in a voice that squeaked a bit more than he would have liked "I'll do it. I'll come back on Friday night and stay through to Saturday morning."

The others nodded. "We will be around on Saturday morning to see if you come out of the school. If you don't, we will assume you chickened out, or the ghosts got you and made you one of them." The bunny laughed at his joke, but no one else really did. For Crisp's part, he managed not to let the others see him shudder with fear.

A Few Days Later - Just After School

Crisp waited outside the school until his friends gathered. They went over the plan again for that night. One of the wolf's friends would come with him to see him go into the school, and then all of them would be there the next morning after the sun came up. Crisp's tail flashed back and forth, showing his apprehension. He nodded at the instructions, his best friend offering to be there to help him get on campus after dark. It meant that the wolf only had a few hours with which to get ready.

He walked home alone, his mind reeling with thoughts about tonight and what he thought he might encounter. If there really were ghosts in there, would he end up seeing them? Would they be mean to him? Would they be nice? Who knows? In the end, he figured that he would probably spend the night bored to tears. Crisp started to plan what he would need. He decided on a sleeping bag to sleep in, provided he would be able to sleep, his iPod, a book or two, definitely a flashlight and enough batteries to replace them several times if needed, and some food. That should be enough. His musings brought him swiftly home, and there he began to pack for his journey.

A few hours later, and a partially confident wolf left his home to meet his friend outside. Together they walked back to the school, Crisp having told his parents that he was staying at his friend's house. The two walked in silence, the wolf trying desperately to get his fear under control. Once they arrived at the school, the two separated ways once they made sure that Crisp could get inside. His friend wished him well and left as fast as he could, clearly uncomfortable with being there as well. Crisp huffed out, and his breath appeared before him as a white mist before fading into the air. It was getting cold this evening. He would be glad to be inside. He closed the door behind him when he went inside and looked around. The school looked quite a bit different at night and with all the lights off. He could easily turn some of the lights on, but people driving by on the street would notice them, and the lupine had no desire to be brought home by the police. That would be embarrassing.

The young wolf moved agitatedly through the familiar halls, somehow made different by the darkness. The quiet was disturbing, and completely unwelcome. Crisp lowered his ears and growled, the sound echoing through the empty halls. He reached into his bag and pulled out his iPod, putting his headphones into his ears and humming along with his music. He liked all kinds of music, and his iPod held his favorite songs. With the buds in though, he couldn't hear the faint sound of laughter that was all around him, very quiet, almost imperceptible. Behind the wolf, there was a slow mist rising, but it wasn't from the cold.

The mist followed Crisp as he bee-bopped down the hallway, getting closer and closer to him. It got thicker and thicker as it swelled, creeping slowly. Low voices could be heard as it gathered, small voices, laughing and joking, speaking words that could not be heard by the oblivious wolf moving down the corridor. The young lupine turned a corner just as a tendril of fog reached for his calf, narrowly missing its target. A small giggle erupted as the fog dissipated temporarily.

Crisp found his way to the cafeteria, a soft light coming from some of the serving areas. Apparently these lights were always left on due to them taking a long time to warm up if turned off for more than a few minutes. Thankful for not having to break out his flashlight just yet, the teen wolf headed for one of the large refrigerators to put some of his perishable food away to chill. He had brought a few apples with yoghurt and some sandwiches that would be much better cold than warm. He placed all of his items in the fridge and then turned around to leave. Just as he turned back toward the empty cafeteria, the lights that were supposed to be on flicked off, leaving poor Crisp in near total darkness. He cursed himself for not having his backpack close at hand, but he hadn't yet picked it up off the nearby counter. His paws fumbled dumbly in the night lit room, unable to find his pack. He flicked his ears around after removing his buds and swore that there was a faint giggle, akin to a little girl. His tall ears swiveled back and forth trying to locate the sound, but it seemed to be everywhere.

The giggling disappeared and at almost the same moment the lights turned back on. Crisp's backpack was on the ground, and some of the items had scattered about on the floor. He cursed himself for his clumsiness, figuring he knocked it off while he was looking for it, though he hadn't heard anything fall. He guessed that his earbuds kept him from hearing the tumble. He took a step forward and toppled over, landing on his face with a loud crack. The wolf's head was spinning, and he could taste a bit of blood in his muzzle. _Yeah, I must have busted my lip with that one. Even alone, I'm a klutz._That's when the laughter started, hard and fast, several voices coming from all directions, raucous laughter at his expense. Crisp whimpered and curled in on himself, assuming the fetal position. It wasn't only because he was being laughed at, which he hated, but because he was starting to get hard in his shorts, and he desperately wanted to keep that hidden.

The laughter continued, seemed to be getting closer to him, his ears still swiveling around to locate a source, but there seemed to be none. Calm down Crisp, there's nothing there. Keep your cock under control. Please go down, please go down, please go down! But as the laughing continued, the terrorized wolf could feel pre start to leak from his tip, and a tingle of pleasure run up and down his spine. Oh no, no, stop. I really don't need this right now. As if on cue, the voices stopped, the laughter fading away slowly until it was gone. Crisp lay on the floor panting lightly, his fully aroused cock pressing against his tight shorts. He grit his teeth against it until he felt the hardness ebb a bit and finally go down. The wolf let out a deep sigh when his shaft had finally gone flaccid. It took this long for Crisp to notice that his shoelaces were tied together. Not just tied together, but they were tied in the biggest, most complicated knot the poor male had ever seen.

"Son of a..." he stopped his words and just began to work on the knot, trying to get it undone as fast as he could. He wanted out of the cafeteria, and possibly to head somewhere where he might bed down for the night. His first thought was the gym, a big wide open space that would allow him to spread out as much as he wanted. What a great idea, sleeping in the gym. This could be fun. I almost wish there were a bunch of my friends here for this as well.

Crisp thought he would set up camp in the middle of the gym floor, but when he opened the door to the giant empty room, he noticed that there was no light inside. He pulled a flashlight out of his pack and it flickered to life in his paw, but the other end of the room was still shrouded in darkness it was too great. So instead of the middle of the room, Crisp decided to keep his roll nearer to the door for a faster, and slightly more visible escape. He set up what he needed to, but did not want to stay there just yet. He wasn't tired, and the gym creeped him out just a tad.

So he decided to check out the rest of the school just to pass some time. Aside from the events in the kitchen, Crisp was not impressed by the haunted nature of the building. The young wolf confidently strode down the hallway towards his English classroom. The mist followed behind, and the ever present, but nearly silent sound of children laughing followed with it. The oblivious wolf kept his earbuds in and never noticed such a thing, however he noticed that he was feeling a bit colder. He attributed this to the hour of the night.

When the lupine reached the classroom, he pulled the heavy door open and walked inside. It was eerie and quiet inside. Looked completely different with no lights and no students. Not a sound came from the room. Crisp made his way to the back of the room, studying the posters and whatnot that decorated the otherwise plain classroom. While perusing one about poetry and Walt Whitman, a loud and sudden screeching sound could be heard from the front of the room. Crisp's ears fell to his head to hide from the noise, but it still cut through his head like a knife. He whirled on his paws and looked towards the source of the sound. The blackboard, which was empty when he had come in, now was full of writing, most of it unable to be read. However, right in the center, scrawled in big letters for the whole world to possibly see, was written: "Crisp will not get boners in class!"

A whining yelp was heard from the back of the class where the young wolf was standing, staring wide-eyed at the writing. In a flurry, the lupine moved through the desks to get to the front of the classroom. The desks seemed to have other ideas. With each step, Crisp found himself barred passage by the desks as they slid into his path. He banged his knee here, his ankle there, his tail in another place. And then it was back, the mocking laughter that had trailed him in the kitchen area of the cafeteria, though it seemed louder and more pointed this time. The wolf's ears clamped to his head, and he realized that he still had his ear buds in. Yet he could still hear the laughter. He pulled the buds from his ears, and the laughter remained at the same level, pouring into his head. The wolf jumped over the last row of desks and plastered himself against the chalkboard, blocking as much of the words as he could while scanning for the eraser. He finally found it, grabbing it in his sweaty paw to start erasing the offensive writing. A low whine exited his slim chest when he realized that once again his wolfhood was standing at attention in his shorts. The poor wolf continued to whine as he felt the tip of his cock start leaking and tenting his shorts.

With each square foot of space Crisp cleared from the board, the laughter died down, and so did his hardon. When it was finally gone, the terrified, and somewhat excited canid breathed a sigh of relief to calm himself down just a little bit. Unfortunately for him, he heard the laughter slowly building up again. A slow screeching sound reached the lupine ears, making them flick along with his tail. He looked up and saw a piece of chalk moving along the board, with no one holding it. It was writing out the same sentence over and over again, and with each new completion, the laughter got louder and louder. It pounded in Crisp's ears, so loud that the cowered down under the board. His tail curled around his legs, but it was impossible to hide his erection. It stood out proudly from his body, tenting his shorts out mightily. Crisp screamed in his frustration, trying hard to will his body under control, but the laughter broke through, penetrating his body and keeping him worked up. Oh no, please, this is so embarrassing. Please stop, please stop, please stop.

The young male's breathing increased as the laughter continued, and now the mist that had gathered in the room started to form crude fingers, pointing at him and his embarrassment. The fingers threw odd shadows against the wall that covered Crisp as he sat there whining, trying desperately to cover himself. His tip was leaking, staining the front of his shorts with a spot that he knew from experience wouldn't go away when it dried. I don't want this. Please stop. Leave me alone. "Leave me alone!" he screamed again as loudly as he could. All at once, the laughter stopped and the mist dissipated. Crisp opened his eyes and looked around. The desks had all returned to neat little rows like he remembered. He stood up quickly and turned to face the chalkboard, cringing at what he might find. Instead of scrawled writing, the lupine saw only a clean, clear board ready for the next week's use. A gulp clawed its way out of his throat, and Crisp ran out of the room as fast as his footwear would carry him.

After a few moments of trying to collect himself, Crisp looked around and realized that he had left his flashlight in the classroom. Now he was stuck in the dark for the rest of the night, because he certainly was not going to go back into that room until the sun was up. He was still breathing pretty hard as he leaned against a row of lockers. Somewhere to his right a loud bang sounded. The wolf's ears stood up high to catch the sound as his head turned in the direction of the noise. He held his breath and listened. He waited for more than thirty seconds without any sound at all. The young male released a sigh and relaxed, but just at that moment another loud bang sounded in the same direction. Once again he held his breath, ears swiveling around trying to locate the sound. It seemed to him that it sounded like something slamming into a locker. This time, the sound came again sooner, and a bit closer. Then again, and again getting closer and closer. A light glint of metal shined in the darkness, and Crisp realized that the locks on the lockers were lifting up and slamming down, right down the row of lockers, heading towards him. He stood a moment longer, listening to the sound of the bangs getting faster and faster and closer and closer, like something was heading from him.

The frightened wolf turned to run in the opposite direction as the noise got closer to him, the sound echoing down the empty hallway louder and louder. He put his paws over his ears and just ran, trying to get away from the noise and whatever was causing the locks to move. The poor male just kept running, hearing the slamming of locks against their lockers getting close behind him. He pushed his feet faster and harder, feeling his laces bang back against his legs as he moved. A quick look behind him showed nothing there, but he could see the locks still lifting and banging back down hard. A long whimper left his throat, but it was drowned out by the loud noises caused by the locks. When the lupine turned his vision to the front again, there was a door only a few feet away. There was no chance that the teen could stop himself in time. He barely managed to put his paws out in front of him self and depress the bar that would allow the door to open. He felt a flash of pain in his wrists from the impact, but did manage to burst through the door. Poor Crisp did not remember exactly where he was, and therefore forgot about the skinny marble steps that were on the other side of the door. His shoes slid a little on them, and the wolf lost his balance, pitching forward and into the air as the steps fell away below him. Thankfully, there was grass at the base of the stairs, and the canine landed heavily with a dull thud against the ground. The air rushed from his lungs, and the wolf's head started spinning. With a groan, Crisp rolled over onto his back and found himself looking blearily into the night sky. It seemed as if he had burst out into the courtyard at the center of campus.

With his head swimming, Crisp sat up and propped himself up with his paws. He shook his head to clear it a bit and looked around. The courtyard wasn't very big really. There was a patch of grass with a flower harden in the center. It was the pride of the gardening staff and students were supposed to stay away or at least treat it with respect. They had designed an impressive water system for the flower bed to make sure that the plants stayed watered and put on a decent show. At this time of night though, the area was silent.

Crisp wandered around the area, the courtyard quiet and still. The wolf's ears flickered around when he thought he heard a sound. The young male began to tremble a bit at the sound. It was the same sound that he had heard several times that evening, and it sent a shiver up his spine. From somewhere left and in front of him, he heard a soft giggle. Then, from somewhere off his right and behind, there was another giggle, closer and a bit louder. The lupine's tail moved between his legs, more giggles springing up from around the garden. Crisp moved towards the center of the courtyard, trying to stay away from the voices, the laughter. Not again, please just leave me alone.

The wolf's head started to spin, as if he had been hit again. Perhaps he had been knocked harder than he thought when he landed on the ground. It felt as if fingers were moving inside his head, digging through him to find his darkest weakness. It only lasted a moment before he could open his eyes again and see the sweet calm of the night in the courtyard. The giggling had stopped, but Crisp still had an uneasy feeling about him. He sat down on the beautifully modeled stone ledge around the flower bed to breathe a moment.

Without warning the water system turned on, making the poor unseeing wolf jump and yelp a bit. He turned around to see the water dancing in the evening, nearly lightless as it was. The water followed a path around the bed, splashing and dancing. Usually, it was a lovely sight, but under the circumstances it did not leave Crisp feeling uncomfortable. He had spent a lot of time around the flower bed reading during the school year. He was well accustomed to the dancing water, but tonight was different. Tonight there was something just not right about it. The normal rhythm was off, the water moving towards him slowly in an unfamiliar pattern. Just as he realized what was about to happen and try to turn away, the water shot him straight in the face. He yipped and fell off the ledge, landing on the grass, coughing and sputtering.

Before he could react to the first spray, several more were angled in his direction. And they hit him, several times all over his body. He had to choke the water out of his throat, his fur soaked all over his body. But it wasn't the water that was the worst part, it was the giggling and the laughter. They had returned full force, chuckling at his predicament. He wanted nothing more than to have it go away, but he felt heavy and a little loopy. This time, however, the laughter wasn't all there were.

"Look at Crisp, he wet himself. He's lying on the ground soaked, just look at his fur, all dingy and soggy. I'll bet it's the first bath he has had in forever." The voice was relentless, picking on him. It didn't sound like anyone he knew, but it was starting to get to him. Beneath the wolf's soaking wet clothes, his limp cock started to stir again. It nearly made him moan with the feeling of it rubbing against his wet shorts.

"Oh my, look there. Poor Crispy is getting hard. What do you suppose is making that happen? You know you shouldn't let that happen in a place where everyone can see it, right?" Each word brought the pounding of blood into the quickly hardening phallus, making Crisp writhe on the ground. He tried to roll over into the fetal position to cover himself and his shame, but he found himself unable to move. Shadows danced at the edge of his vision, things he could barely see, at first.

The shadows roiled and dove, covering the space shown by what little light was cast from the stars above. They slowly coalesced into images the wolf could make out. They were forming fingers of shadow, all pointing in his direction. More laughter joined the original voice, several more being added to the first. Crisp could feel his straining erection in his shorts grinding against the wet surface, making him gasp loudly and suddenly. He whimpered as he felt his tip leak some of his clear fluids against the already soaked fabric. Why does this always happen? I don't want this now. This feels even worse than when it happens in front of actual people.

The new voices all had to have their say as well. "Look at him, trying to cover it up. It's huge and sticking straight out so everyone can see. Sorry Crispy, there is no way to hide that monster. Everyone look!" One voice said, and another jumped on when the wolf made a loud moan as the pleasure and fear mixed together in his mind.

"Oh man, he is totally getting off down there. You can see it pulsing in those wet shorts. He likes this too much." Another male voice said after the other.

Several female voices were present too. "Oh yuck, he's making a mess of his shorts. Geez Crisp, can't you stop yourself? Nobody is ever going to like you if you get big ole boners in front of them all the time. Why don't you grow up a little?"

The teen male was huffing and panting, using his paws to try and help cover himself up, but that didn't help at all. The fabric of his shorts was just stuck too tight to his body because of the water. All his paws were doing was sending electric shocks through his body and making him moan more. He didn't understand why this felt so horrible, but was making him feel so good at the same time. He whimpered and moaned, cringed and groaned, the laughter and the pointing all around him now. He could feel a tingle starting in his balls, a tingle he knew signaled an even bigger mess in his shorts to come if he didn't get control of the situation. He struggled hard to get to his feet, standing on shaky legs in his soggy sloshing shoes. His proud wolfhood jutted straight out from his body, and the shadow fingers focused on it, drops of pre pushing through the fabric and dripping in the night air.

"I can't believe it, Crispy here is getting too excited. I think he's gonna shoot in his shorts. Won't that be a sight!" he hard the voices mock and deride him. They were right however, he was going to end up in a situation he didn't want if he didn't get out of there. He pushed with all his might, forcing one leg to move one small step forward, the feeling in his pants almost unbearable. Then he took another step, his eyes focused on the door back inside and not on the shadow fingers pointing at his crotch, nor the voices laughing at him like the kids in school did.

Each successive step became a bit easier, and within a minute, the young tortured wolf found himself at the bottom of the marble steps, only a few feet away from the door to his salvation. His shoes were heavy, water-logged and barely tied to his footpads. He lifted one leg to go up a step, and the shoe that was supposed to be tied there came off, leaving his foot only covered in a soggy wet sock, the outline of his lupine appendage clearly visible in the clingy fabric. Crisp cursed himself, but decided not to stop, he couldn't take this all much longer. Instead, he went to take another step with his other paw and that shoe too came off. The teen muttered to himself about having to remember to come get his shoes when the time was up, but for now he had to get back inside. The canine pushed up the last few steps and threw himself against the door, grabbing a handle and pulling it open before diving inside the school once again.

All was quiet on the other side of the door, the lockers were still again, the locks dangling helplessly from their front. Crisp gave a quick look around and a swivel of his ears to make sure there were no laughing, giggling, or banging sounds coming from anywhere. Paws moved to his head to start to pull the water from his fur, but as he brushed his fingers through his fur, he noticed there was no water to remove. In the dim light, the young wolf glanced at his body. Not a fur was out of place, no drops of water on the floor, no clinging fabric outlining his straining shaft. His cock was still at full mast though, and beads of pre were making his shorts wet all over again. Crisp slid down against the nearest lockers and sighed, crying out loudly about his misfortune. Why was he getting treated like this? He didn't necessarily believe in ghosts, but he could not explain what was happening to himself any other way.

His despair swiftly turned to frustration, though, and the teen boy slammed his fist backward against the row of lockers. He punched backwards over and over again, the loud bang echoing down the halls much like the noise had earlier. He growled and huffed, slamming his fist into the locker over and over again until it started to hurt. Only then did he stop. The anger and frustration left him a bit, and Crisp hugged his knees to his chest, despair nearly returning. The young male slowed his breathing purposefully and did everything he could think of to try and lessen his arousal, finding that his cock had flagged quite a lot during his explosive outburst.

After his erection had gone down completely, Crisp let out a big long yawn and blinked his tired eyes. He figured it must have gotten late during the course of his tortures here at school this evening. He could barely hold his eyes open. It was probably a good time to head back to the gym and get as comfortable as he was going to be able to and at least get some sleep before the morning came and he won the bet. The lupine stood and turned to look at the locker that he had struck in his anger. The metal was thin and pretty weak, so it had dented inwards in several places where his blows had landed. It likely wouldn't be able to be opened the next time the fur who used it tried to unlock it. Crisp then checked his paw to make sure he hadn't injured himself in the attack, but he seemed fine. He idly wondered who the sucker was who was going to have quite the surprise on Monday morning when school began again. He leaned in close to try to see the number on the locker, his mind starting to haze over with the need for sleep. The number was barely visible in the dim lighting, but he could just see it. It said 319. That number sounded familiar, and it took several long seconds of intense thinking for the wolf to come up with the answer. This locker belonged to his most hated bully. The male who had tormented him for most of his school career. Of the many emotions the poor teen had experienced throughout the evening, fear gripped him harder than any. What would his bully do to him when he found out? His mind cleared only enough for Crisp to think that it would only be a problem IF his bully found out. No one was supposed to be on campus during the weekend. No one had seen Crisp here this weekend, and certainly no one had seen him damage the locker. Sure, his friends would know he had been there, but that was all, and none of them were going to rat him out to the badger of Crisp's nightmares.

A sigh of relief slipped past his lips, and Crisp decided that he should head for bed. He would make sure to collect his lost items in the morning before he left so there would be no evidence of his presence. For now, though, he was headed straight to the gym and to his nice cozy sleeping bag. Crisp made his way down the silent familiar halls, his ears perked and ready for anymore shenanigans that might crop up. Everything stayed perfectly still the whole way. The teen wasn't going to take anything for granted though, and he peeked through the doors to see if things were as they should be. His sleeping bag was up against the wall near the door. Standing right next to it, however, was the flashlight he had left in the English classroom. Also, his iPod was sitting on top of his bag. He didn't remember losing that, but he certainly didn't remember leaving it in the gym either. He gulped and stepped inside.

Carefully, one socked toe after the other, Crisp made his way into the gym. It was still pitch black any more than five feet away from the front doors. The teenaged wolf sniffed at the air to see if there was anything amiss, but it just smelled of stale sweat and dust, nothing out of the ordinary. His ears were perked up as far as they could go, listening for the tiniest of noises to alert him to stay away. There was only silence. Crisp took several more tentative steps towards his gear, still without incident. With a deep sigh, he grabbed his sleeping bag and unrolled it directly in the line of what little light was coming through the windows on the doors. He knelt down to open up the bag, stopping every few moments to make sure it was still around him. Thankfully, it was.

The young male took off his socks and his vest, choosing to sleep in his shorts just in case somehow, someone showed up. He zipped himself into the bag and curled up into a ball, wanting to be as safe as possible. He closed his eyes tight and tried to think of happy things to help himself relax and drift off to sleep. His mind did finally begin to slow and the young wolf began to fall asleep. Outside of his vision, Crisp was unable to see the faces that were growing out of the shadows, formed in only mist.

"Sleep well, young wolf, if you can." One of the voices whispered as it got closer and closer to the sleeping teen. Crisp wiggled his nose a bit in his hazy thought process just on the brink of sleep as the mist wafted over his face. "Yes indeed, sleep tight."

Crisp did not hear the words and fell asleep as best as possible under the conditions. Inside the sleeping wolf's head though, visions began to dance behind his eyes. Much the same as most days, the teenage wolf found himself walking down the hallways of the school. They were full of furs, most of whom he recognized as normal students of the school. He was walking confidently down the hall, almost strutting as he went along. There was a grin on his muzzle that translated into the non-dream world. He felt good, like only good things could happen to him. He passed by his locker, but instead of stopping at it, he moved right by.

He strode towards the end of the hall, heading towards the door that lead to the courtyard. He liked the courtyard, and spent many of the break periods there, sometimes with his friends, sometimes without. This time, however, he never made it to the door. Just before reaching the portal to the outside, Crisp was shoved roughly against the lockers on the opposite side of the hallway. He slammed into them with his side, letting out an audible oof as he made impact. The dazed young man shook his head to clear it and then looked up across the hallway. To his horror, a large teenage badger was standing there facing him, seething with rage.

"Look what you did to my locker, twerp. I'm gonna wreck you for this! Come here you punk!" The badger screamed as loudly as he could. Crisp was hoping that his volume would bring the proper authorities, but it was not to be. It certainly attracted everyone else though. Soon enough, pretty much the entire school was standing in the hallway, keeping the two males herded into the center of a makeshift ring. The wolf gulped and tried to scramble backwards away from his attacker, but ran into the lockers. It seemed as if his moveable space was getting smaller and smaller, only leaving him room to move towards the very angry, very much bigger badger.

"Please don't hurt me" Crisp heard himself say in his dream. "I didn't do anything to your locker. I was at home enjoying the weekend just like you. How could I have done this?" He was trembling now, shrinking back against the lockers and towards the floor. The badger saw him cowering and laughed.

"Look at little Crispy, trying to hide behind his big shoes. Why are you hiding Crisp? Afraid you are going to get another boner?" The badger laughed again, louder this time, and many of the people around them started to laugh as well. The wolf slapped his ears down against his head and whimpered. He didn't know why, but he did know that he started to get hardons whenever his peers were laughing at him. And today was no different. The moment the bully's laughter started to spread, so did the blood in Crisp's body. His cock began to expand in his shorts, a bulge growing quickly there for all to see.

"I knew it! Look, he's getting hard. Hey there Crispy, stop trying to hide from us." The bully shouted so that the whole school could hear as he leaned down and pulled off one of the wolf's shoes. The loosely tied shoe gave way easily and his foot fell free, leaving him with only one shoe still on his person. The badger waved the shoe in the air. "Uh-oh, I got one of your shoes. What should I do with it? Maybe I'll throw it in the flower garden outside."

"No!" Crisp screamed far more excitedly than he would have liked. The laughter erupted around him again, his cock throbbing in his shorts. People were starting to talk about the huge tent his shorts, pointing and laughing, some of them blushing at the sight. The young embarrassed wolf simpered at the noise, shaft pushing hard against the fabric of his shorts and leak pre into a big wet spot.

"Lookie lookie, Crispy is enjoying this. He's getting off on it."

"He is so gonna cum right here in school, where everyone can see him."

"Ewww... the teachers should make him clean it up, maybe with his tongue, that would serve him right."

"Look how huge that thing is. There is no way he can keep it hidden."

Crisp's breathing increased, a strange pleasure building up in his body. He had no idea why, he felt so terrible, but he was also feeling good in his private parts, so very good. Before he knew it though, the badger bully stuffed his own shoe onto the wolf's nose. Suddenly, Crisp could only smell his own foot. Surprisingly enough to him, it sent a surge of new pleasure through his cock. He moaned deeply with his snout pressed into the opening of his shoe.

The mocking voices only increased around him when he moaned out his pleasure, his toes visibly curling on the foot with the shoe missing. His hips started to grind lightly on the ground, forcing his hard and aching cock to rub against the fabric of his shorts, sending shooting stars across his vision. He moaned again, starting not to care who heard or what they thought. But someone else wasn't going to let him just enjoy himself, at least he thought not.

The badger growled in frustration, unable to keep the focus and attention on himself, and not able to just kick the crud out of the wolf who was not supposed to enjoy being tortured. He lunged forward to grab at Crisp, but the wolf put up his other shoe covered foot to block. The enraged badger grabbed the shoe and pulled it off, leaving the wolf shoeless. The fact that he wasn't getting anywhere was only further angering the assailant. The football fur leapt up, grabbing Crisp by his ankles and hauling his back end up into the air a bit. The lupine teen was surprised and yelped into his shoe still stuffed over his nose.

Gravity pulled the teen's tail down towards the floor, revealing his shorts covered rump to the whole school. Crisp wasn't able to see too clearly around his big sneaker over his face, but he could tell that he was pretty helpless. The laughter in the background never went away, his the scared wolf's cock was still at full mast, throbbing and leaking his pre all over his shorts. There was quite a stain on the front of his clothing and he could feel that tingling in his balls that signaled an impending mess.

It didn't help at all when the badger help Crisp's other shoe and brought the sole down flat on his ass. The young wolf yelped and jumped from the sudden impact, a slight stinging pain burning his rump. However, his cock throbbed more insistently as he was struck. The next swat hurt a bit more, but Crisp couldn't help but moan out desperately. He wanted it all to stop, but it was clear it wasn't going to. The tingling in his balls only grew, more and more intense as his bully continued to strike him, only getting angrier at the wolf that he wasn't winning the battle of wills. Too bad that the wolf wasn't really fighting the battle. He was losing one with himself. With another loud growl and a hiss of frustration, the badger smacked Crisp's ass one last time as hard as he could. The lupine let out a bark and then howled, his straining cock erupting inside his shorts, plastering them in thick white cum. A haze of pleasure fell over the wolf's head, and for one moment, all the laughter was gone. He had a shoe that had smacked his ass, one that was stuffed over his muzzle, two socked feet held in the paws of his badger bully, and now a wet spot on his shorts that was spreading and getting much muskier by the second. At that moment however, he didn't care. The blissful calm that comes with a good strong orgasm had taken hold, and the world went away.

Crisp snapped awake in his sleeping bag and looked around. The first rays of sunlight had lit up the gym brightly. The wolf's bleary eyes scanned for any signs of oddness that he had experienced last night, but it was all as it should be. He smiled to himself realizing that he had won the bet by staying through the night, but he wasn't going to be able to tell his friends that the school wasn't haunted. What he had seen and heard had made him believe it.

The teen felt a bit of cold inside his sleeping bag and shuddered from the unexpected feeling. He moved his hips a bit, and felt the cold, sticky wetness inside his shorts. He closed his eyes and sighed, realizing that his dream had infiltrated reality at least a little bit. He had no spare change of clothes, so he got out of his sleeping bag and began to roll it up, just having to deal with the wetness that was all throughout his groin fur. It would be fun to clean up later, he groaned to himself. He stood from his packing once he had finished, a thought dawning on him. If he told his friends that the school was haunted, they would want to know how he knew, which meant explaining the voices, the teasing, the boners. He decided against that, and picked up his stuff to head out of the school and meet his friend. The wolf was lamenting his decision when he realized that he didn't have his shoes. He had left them outside in the water soaked courtyard. A quick run through the doors and he nearly fell over. Just outside the gym, sitting on the ground were his sneakers, dry as a bone and wonderfully clean. Not wanting to be picky, Crisp grabbed them and put them on without tying them, running for the exit as fast as he could.