From Hands To Paws: 'When Dreams Come True'
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From Hands To Paws: When Dreams Come True
Hello. My name is Chris, I'm 17 years old and... I guess I'm just a normal guy. I enjoy many things like swimming, gym, games and furry fandom... yes I am into furries and I am proud of it. I even sometimes draw furries when I've got time... fantasizing on how it would be to have a fur, tail, muzzle, long cuddly ears and that... Anywho. I live in Santa Monica in LA. The nightlife here is big but since I'm still not an adult my parents never let me go anywhere. It's annoying, really.
So... the day started like any other... me getting ready for school except for the breakfast part. I hate breakfasts. I made sure my parents are not up before walking over to the bathroom. I try to avoid them after coming out to them. Yeah... I'm gay and I regret coming out. It seems my parents never expected me to be gay. They are kind of religious so I believed they would accept me, if not cause of the religion then cause of the fact they are my parents... but no. Now I'm their little shit that will never give any grandchildren. It's sad, really. You have to avoid your parents in order to avoid getting called a faggot. I got used to it but not like I enjoy such humiliation.
An hour later I was at the school bus. When it comes to school... I am that ghost guy from the back of a classroom. I would do all my work, get good grades but I only have pretty much one good friend here. I don't mind. I don't want to be famous and I guess that I am not very open for obvious reasons... I don't need any more friends. It's funny how lives can twist... one day you are a ghost that gets bullied by own parents and on the next day you... well... you'll see.
My friend is called Sam. He's a good lad, always helping me out whenever my parents would get under my skin by cheering me up.
"Who we've got first today?" - I asked him. He sighed and said: "Mr. Sheikh" It seems he hates that teacher as much as I did. And the teacher hates us. I don't get it... why someone would work as a teacher when you don't even like kids? Where is a point in that? Soon enough we entered the class and sat next to each other at the back. Mr. Sheikh was already sitting at the desk, eyeing everyone with his annoying face expression.
"Chris." - Said Mr. Sheikh in commanding voice. "Yes?" - I simply asked and straight away knew I've done something wrong since he got up, looking angrily at me.
"It's 'Yes, sir'! Understood?"
"Yes, sir..." - I said, trying not to sound too annoyed as I kept looking at the floor. "Homework." - I knew what he meant. Yesterday he gave me and Sam a detention and lots of homework just because we were quietly talking to each other after finishing the tasks given by him. I reached down my bag and so did Sam. We gave the homework to Mr. Sheikh and he straight away started checking it. Seems everything was fine with it since he made no comments and threw it in a bin.
"Today we are learning about the pressure changes."... rest of this lesson was quite boring... I paid half of my attention to what he was saying. Soon enough I took a piece of paper to pretend I am taking notes... Hmm... piece of paper and pencil... all I needed to draw a new furry. It was tempting. And so I ended up drawing a wolf flexing with arms behind head... naked. Soon I fell asleep and had a strange, short dream.
I am in an unknown forest... Naked for some reason... Sun in my eyes. There is a strange creature, covered in fur near an altar saying: "Soon is the time... humans proved to be selfish... their numbers are way too great... the balance has been lost. Narux... the world cries out for help."
I soon woke up, creeped out by the dream. Thank God Mr. Sheikh didn't see me sleeping. It would be disastrous. Just after I was finished doing the shading so that the drawing looked realistic I head a slight chuckle next to me... I realized I've been sitting next to Sam. My heart started beating as I looked at him. To my surprise he just smiled cheerfully.
After a few boring lessons we finally had something more interesting. P.E. which stands for Physical Education. This month we're having swimming lessons and I personally love swimming.
As me and Sam were getting changed with towels around our waists he whispered: "You're quite good at drawing." To be honest I expected him to say something about the fact it was a naked wolf: "Yeah... about that. It was for my friend. She's into furries and wanted something to put on her wall. Don't ask me to explain what furries are." He placed the towel in a locker after putting his swimming trunks on. I often caught myself taking a glimpse at him... he wasn't a ripped guy but he was fit. I am opposite to Sam... After I came out to my parents they only let me out of the house for school... I had no way to drop calories I ate while at home and so I gave my best at the P.E. lessons trying to drop some weight. I wasn't fat... I was well-fed but still not happy with my belly.
"I know what furries are." - He said, not caring about the fact I am eyeing him. "Seriously?" - I asked. He leaned forward and whispered: "I'm a furry myself." That was a surprise... We knew each other for so long but I never asked him if he's a furry... heh... guess that I owe him some honesty as well: "Okay... I lied-"
"I know." - He interrupted me before continuing: "I've been looking at your art on internet for some time now. I've guessed that drawing wasn't for your friend." Okay... seems he's full of surprises. The next question came to my mind straight away: "But they are all gay drawings... are you one of those hetero-flexible guys?" He didn't answer, just headed for the pool. I guess there was a reason for that but I was really curious. It would be cool to finally talk to him openly.
Two minutes later we jumped into the pool and raced using front crawl... of course I was almost last due to the friggin' few kilos I should never have. It's not that I don't try... I am literally out of breath and my muscles would scream in pain but I wouldn't stop... Once the bell rang to let everyone know it's end of the lesson I crawled out of the pool, annoyed at myself. The coach looked at me from other side of the pool and whistled to catch my attention. I looked at him and he beckoned me over: "C'mere." I walked up to him and he placed a hand on my shoulder before saying: "Did I ever tell you I am proud of you?" I looked at him with questioning look. "But... I was almost last..." He shook his head: "You try harder than any of them... Keep this up and you'll achieve anything in your life. But remember to always put such effort." I felt like hugging him but that would be almost like outing myself...
I waited for everyone to get changed first and walk out of the changing room to leave me and Sam alone. "Sam... I gotta ask. Are you gay?" He stayed silent for some time before replying: "I thought like it's finally the time to tell you." I smiled before the question came by itself: "Why?" He looked at me before standing very close to me... It was kind of awkward since we just had towels on. "Because I think I am starting to like you in a different way..." I opened my mouth to reply... I am not sure if he did that to silence me or because he thought I opened my mouth for a different reason but he kissed me... Not like a lil' kiss... tongue and everything was included in it. I soon broke the kiss, scared the coach might see it. He smiled and went back to getting changed as if nothing ever happened.
I came home and headed straight for my bedroom. I didn't feel like talking to my parents... too bad 5 minutes later they called me for dinner. I sighed and went over to the kitchen and sat at the table, making sure to say: "Good afternoon." Because if I didn't then I'd be in trouble... yeah... my life outside of school sucks a lot. They expect me to treat them with respect while they themselves treat me like a little shit... one more year and I am outta here.
Mom placed a plate with some sandwiches in front of me while placing spaghetti in front of dad. I couldn't help the temptation of asking: "Why don't I deserve a proper dinner for once?" My mom looked at me and said: "Why don't we deserve a grandchild?" I got up, angry: "Because all you care about is yourself. I am not your grandchild factory!" My dad got up and shouted: "Get the fuck out of this kitchen! Now!" I headed off to my room, hungry but I didn't care. This had to stop one day...
Took me ages to finally fall asleep.
Once more I am in this forest... naked. This time things changed. It is night and there are loads of naked people around the altar... we all seem to be kind of drawn in. I start stepping forward towards the altar and same creature near it. This creature looks like...
The wolf watches as a bright light forms above the altar before saying: "The time has come! Humans had their chance and failed. Their gift of knowledge caused human race to be corrupted and discriminative... taking everything as their own and not giving anything back in return... but there are worthy amongst these humans... I offer them to you, Narux... bring the plans alive... Save the planet... Make them your children!"
And that's when it happened... I felt horrible pain within my chest, dropped on my knees and saw fur growing on my hand...
And then I woke up... "That was some crazy dream." - I thought while getting up.
"Bring peace..."
I looked at the time... it's 5:37am... too early...
"You've seen the cruelty and discrimination of human race..."
It's too warm... I feel like I've got a coat on...
"From now on your name is Eryx amongst your kind. Chris was your old name..."
It's way too hot... I rip my pajama off just to realize my body is covered by brown fur.
"...your human name."
Impossible! I quickly ran up to the mirror... My face... This is not my face... I see an otter with green eyes looking at me... Then what caught my attention was the chest... I slowly moved my h-... paws... down just to find out I've got musculature on it... as if I've been working out for months but at same time it wasn't totally ripped... I had nice curves at the waist... My curiosity got me to look further. I lifted the waistband of my pants and found a fluffy sheath and balls... This was so weird. I grabbed the sheath to inspect it and an inch of my cock slipped out of the sheath... I could also feel it.
If this is not a dream then I bet Sam woke up as well. I sneaked out of the house, making no noise at all with my footpaws. Took me a few minutes of walking down the empty street to finally catch a rhythm of the steps. I soon reached Sam's house... I couldn't just knock... My assumptions were right. The light was on in Sam's room. There was one way to get there. I climbed up on top of the garage and then jumped towards the window and successfully grabbed it before lifting myself up. The window was open. He also probably felt too warm. I entered the room and first thing that got to me was that scent... I straight away felt something stir in my crotch. I then looked at the bed. A gray wolf was lying on the bed with open muzzle and tongue lolling out to the side as he stroked his 8inch dog cock with a knot forming.
I just stood there in shock... there was something in that scent that got me horny. After a minute or so I decided it's time to say something: "Sam?" He got a shock and sat up before looking at me.
"C-Chris?" - He asked. I could see he felt awkward but there are more important things: "Did you have that dream too?" He nodded: "Yeah... did you also get a new name?" Now I can remember... indeed I was supposed to be called something else... "Eryx... what about you?" He kept on looking at me while talking: "Alden... I don't get any of this." This scent... it's driving me crazy.
Alden... no... Sam... Sam looked at me again before saying: "Gosh... this transformation made you look hot." I raised my eyebrows at the comment. Okay, now I was sure he's gay. He called me hot. I never thought someone would call me hot. This scent... this dominative scent... it's coming from him. I walked up closer to him, totally numbed by the scent. "No one called me hot before..." He chuckled: "Well... gotta be that first time. What are you doing?" He asked as I dropped to my knees in front of his throbbing cock. It smelled so nice.
"I don't know... I just like that smell..." The reason must've been our transformation... the scent his giving out... somehow I can tell many things by just smelling it. He's scared and happy at same time... He's aroused and... screaming dominance... I had to... I had to listen to my instinct. He asked once again: "Chris, what arr-... oooh..." he moaned a bit as I ran my tongue over his shaft. Before I realized what happened I started licking his entire length while looking up at him. His muzzle was open as he fought with the urge to moan before saying: "C-chris... this... is... d-dirty..."
"Your body is saying otherwise... and I can't help it." - I was honest... I couldn't help it. My body wasn't controlled and I wasn't mind controlled. I was fully aware of what I was doing but I felt like all I wanted right now was this piece of meat. His cock was beautiful and well-shaped. I licked his knot and he placed a paw on the back of my head before pushing it slightly so that his cock was pressing against his own belly with my muzzle and tongue pressing on the cock from the other side.
I felt the warmth of Chris' muzzle. Soon enough I could smell something more apart from my own scent... I could smell him... His scent... It was clear he wanted me. We had to stop... this was going too far: "Chris... we have to..." He teasingly suckled the tip of my sensitive cock before saying: "It's Eryx..." I couldn't fight it for much longer. I had to have him... I was his alpha and he wanted me to prove it. I placed paws on his chest before pushing him back so that he landed on the floor with confused look. I got onto my fours above him and grinned before licking his muzzle. He then licked mine before we started exploring each other's muzzles. There was nothing around us... just me, Eryx and his scent that was telling me he clearly wants to be dominated... and I didn't mind it at all. I stripped the pajama pants off him and started furiously stroking him as we snogged. He moaned each time we stopped to catch our breaths back. After a minute or so I moved my other paw between Eryx's butt cheeks before slipping two fingers into his hole. He gasped as I started wiggling the fingers inside of him and carried on stroking.
I then sat up and began rubbing my cock all over Eryx's crotch and butt area... he was mine and so he had to smell like me. I ran my paws all over him as he placed his own on the floor and extended neck to show his submissivity.
I rested my paws on his belly, aimed my cock and blobbed it all inside at once. He wanted to moan but I silenced him with a kiss. My hips started moving on their own as I hugged Eryx. With every thrust my body rubbed against Eryx's, mixing my scent with his. He was mine... my companion. Inside of him it felt so nice... I felt the hotness and incredible softness of his insides greeting and rubbing my cock. I could also feel his tight anal ring squeezing my meat as I moved back and forth. Eryx started to moan through the kisses. I lifted myself up and started pawing his 5 inch cock and rubbing my paw over his chest. I couldn't help but to start going rough, sliding my knot in and out. His moans were loud and long as well as full of pleasure. He could moan all he wanted. My parents weren't home. In fact... the moans got me even hornier.
I didn't even realize when I started literally holding Eryx's sides with claws, sliding them in and causing him to bleed a bit. "Alden... I... I'm gonna..." I knew straight away what he meant and so I grabbed Eryx's cock and squeezed it with my paw while moving it up and down, causing some pre to squirt out. I aimed the cock at my chest and he blasted my fur with his load, full of that otter scent. This was all I need. I tied with Eryx and blasted load after load into him as we hugged. Then it was time to pick him up while we were still tied and place him on the bed.
"I'm yours and I don't regret it."
I smiled to myself and nuzzled up to Eryx before saying: "And I am yours. Both of my dreams have come true. Being a furry and being with you."
He buried muzzle in my chest and moaned a bit as my cock stirred inside of him. I've got a feeling we're not the only ones out there that ended up like this.
To Be Continued...
Story is copyright © Mickey Torrento