Izumi had been weary of her dreams Each night it was like a craps shoot as to what was going to happen. Would it be dreamless rest? A normal dream or nightmare or would one of the guests here decide to toy with her again?

Some were elaborate dreams too as if they were actually playing out in reality. Aegir and Wraith were keen on such things and their was the other that she encountered that night. Tonight it appeared as if dreams won out.

It hadn't taken her too long to determine that this was a dream. Male students told her that straight away. It was Shokushu but there had been changes too like the male locker room. An expected change but that wasn't the only one …

Sam was part of it. She was in the same PE class and the addition was because of her recent thoughts and feelings from earlier. To make matters even more convincing she and Sam had been assigned to clean up.

She was stacking up the cones while Sam was taking care of the balls though since this was a dream she didn't have to keep her eyes as guarded from Sam's physique in that tight gym uniform. Though on one of the occasions that she wasn't looking Sam kicked the ball towards her.

“Huh?” She turned around though it took her a moment to appraise the situation. Had that ball been streaking toward her head she would have reacted differently but it was a leisurely kick, a simple pass which she stopped with her foot easy enough and kicked back.

“I was thinking … have you ever posed for a painting?” Now if this were a dream she figured that she would make the best of it. There was little sense in holding back other than given her dreams some structure. She offered up the script and the dream played out to her liking usually.

He wanted them to know this was a dream, though Izumi at least felt uncertain at first. He could not attest for the experiences that Sam had thus far but he could have easily pried if he wished. But he didn't want too. Doing so took some of the elements of discovery out of the equation though he wished to see how this was going to play out.

If it stalled it would be easy enough to interject himself early though how was the question. There were so many options open to him but he'd let them have their fun first or not as the case played out adapting elements as he saw fit.

Izumi smile and listened.. She had figured that the whole modeling gig might have panned out if it was just some pervert that wanted a few racy pics. Not that she could have faulted him there. She remembered back to the other day, that nude form that she displayed and how it appeared even more appealing covered up but leaving so little to her imagination.

But a modeling job got her thinking that there were sets and everything had been on the level. If she got paid for it too then even more so. But as she struck that pose before her there were two things that she realized. One being that she wasn't a painter. She had been about to make mention of Milly but know the second thing that occurred to her.

This was a dream. She had detailed dreams before, more lucid ones since arriving here but when they were actual pleasant ones she didn't mind them so much.

“Not really,” she answered as far as the painting went. “But I'd be honored if you'd pose for one.”

There was something else she recalled from the shared experience with Dani and Aegir. She could do things that she couldn't in reality. And if her attempt bombed then so be it, it was all too tempting an offer.

“There's the art room or did you have another locale in mind?”

So she worked back to spell craft in that particular scenario to convenience herself she could do something she normally couldn't. He knew that Izumi had some minor gifts at witchcraft and enhanced them last time. Within reason he sculpted the pair's abilities adding some or enhancing them.

Thus far he was monitoring the pair. Rifling through their memories and seeing what interesting things appealed to them and ultimately what appealed to him. He hit upon a few ideas though he would see how this played out. All he did was vaguely alter the details of the dream making a few edits here and there.

For the most part their minds did most of the work for him. He nudged them with the scenario and like a boulder rolling down hill they did the rest.

She thought, her eyes going to the forbidden locker room. The new locker room. By the time they had stored everything away it should be empty. There was the issue though if someone forgot something and came back but the next suggestion lit up her eyes.

Izumi had intended on getting one of Millie's canvases and her paints. The wall of a building though, she wouldn't do it … normally. This was a dream after all and even if she got caught at it then things wouldn't matter.

Getting caught while doing it though got the ball rolling if one of the intruders had been in her head though she didn't believe so she didn't put it past one of them to use that as a spring board. But even if she didn't do it they would just do something else like morph Sam into something while they were going at it.

There was no doubt in her mind that that would happen at some point if she remained asleep for long.

“Sounds great! Meet you there in an hour?” She would juggle the time to meet up as necessary. Once they had been finished here she would eagerly go off to fetch the paints necessary arriving at the designated spot as the time approached.

She was changed in blue shoes and sneakers. Her t shirt was teal and a bit big for her but it wasn't her's. It was one of Mildred's and stained in paint. In a brief case had been all the paints brushes and even a jar of water that she somehow remembered to clean off the brushes.

“Alright … let's see … over there please.” She smiled blushing a little as she looked to Sam then pointed to a well lit spot.

So many options. It was easy to discern that Sam had a girlfriend too. He had options. So many since it was a co-ed school. He could have their significant others come across them had some point, even a hoard of horny boys or even … he hit upon an idea. Sam seemed less interested in men and he thought that perhaps he could use that to steer things a bit.

He also learned something else that was interesting. He had a few ideas and thus far the scenario was a perfect set up for what he had in mind.

No one was at the track field or this area of the campus for that matter. The gym was out of the way of many of the academic buildings near the field itself. The track was on the outskirts of the soccer field which had been a little damp from the rain earlier in the day making it a bit more muddy too and thus why they played indoors today.

There were eves that prevented any of the water getting on the wall and thus the canvas was all set to be worked upon.

She was beat red. Sure it was a warm day, that tropical sun already hard at work to deal with the earlier rain but it wasn't the heat that did it too her. That heat was from the flow of warm blood that pulsed through her cheeks as Sam unwrapped herself.

She had set down the briefcase and opened it selecting the paints that she would have the most use for and reorganizing them a bit. The jar of water was opened an the brushes stuck in but once she was ready, once she looked back …

She was in her underwear! Yeah, this was certainly a dream but she smiled and nodded approving of what she saw. Little was left to the imagination though the bra and panties seemed to be a better fit. Their own personal clothing suited them better then the school issued crap.

“P-Perfect,” she muttered before getting to work. She was somewhat surprised. First there was the artist skill that she normally didn't possess. Then there was the speed in which she did it with.

If this wasn't further evidence of this being a dream she didn't know of any other clues that would have convinced her. She worked with speed though there were a good many delays at looking back at her model just to admire the view a bit longer.

It wasn't the best, good though it would have been better if there had been a head though there were a lot of busty girls on the campus so this worked.

“Alright, finished. What do you think?” She stepped back from the wall comparing the real thing with the painting. There was no question which she would choose. It was hard to keep her focus though when she wanted to touch those breasts, squeeze them and just learn what they felt like.

The scene played out. The painting talent was nothing Aegir cared to suppress. In fact it did not ruin his plans in the least. So he allowed it, then when it was all said and finished he would act. After letting Sam admire the artwork the door to the gym opened near them. Either someone had arrived when they were getting ready or hadn't left in the first place.

He was not alone either, there were others behind him, at least two others. The first glossed over Izumi probably because Sam was there. In her panties and huge wrack.

“Whoa!” He was surprised to say the least though the others crowded around asking what the hold up was. The guy didn't seem to know where to look. At the artist? The headless painting or the possessor of such fine jugs. He didn't get a good look at them though, tits grabbed his attention, the painting a moment later, his eyes flickering like a pendulum between them all though it wouldn't be long before the others pushed past him or he got over his shock and started looking at actual features. If they were going to make a hasty retreat they wouldn't have long to act. Fortunately the gym had been away from most of the other buildings so no one else had been around. The bad news was it was tougher to get to another building though the edge of the jungle was close at hand just beyond the field.

With a head start they might be able to get to the other buildings too though that had it's own problems since the closer they were to other building the more likely others would take notice especially with what Sam was wearing.

Thus it began. He of course had plans regardless of their choices. Each path lead to a different outcome but he was more fluid then most and enjoyed monitoring their every choice but he also knew what he had wanted, what he had tapped into earlier, but all in good time.

Intruded upon Izumi turned seeing the hungry eyes of the lead boy that came out of the building so close to were they were. At first she had been shocked like a child caught with their hand in a cookie jar when they had already been denied a snack.

It had taken a second to realize that those eyes had not been focused on her. There was a ton of emotion there that she went through. Anger at not being looked at in such a way, association in that she could not blame him from looking, panic at being caught.

There had been so much, she hated the intrusion too ruining her chance for an ideal dream though she came to suspect that it was one of the bad ones, one of the visitors again.

She shook her head. She had enough water to ruin the painting but not erase it in it's entirety and probably not quick enough.

Blue eyes glanced about frantically, this was going to get ugly wasn't it? She searched for a weapon or tool though she already knew it would do no good.

There were three of them. Sam was taller then two of them though the third could have been a basketball player. He was the last one out of the building and the only one to pay attention to Izumi not that he hadn't appraised what was going on here.

“Oh, I'm sure we can have even more fun.” The first said looking between Sam and the painting. He smiled wagging his finger. “Defacing school property.”

The others snorted. The larger of the three moving toward Izumi's side as if to intimidate her or to prevent her from moving towards the painting. The two others moved to either side of Sam.

“So how about it Chesty? Let's play.” Again there was a smile as he looked Sam over despite that chest being covered now. So far the three did not take any hostile action yet or even touch them almost as if the scenario was somewhat real or they were being held in check by some form of laws that really did not exist here … or at least things started off that way.