"Good night, Zack," Max stretched his arms and yawned from the top bunk then rested his head on the pillow to close his eyes.

"Come on, Max!" Zack's echoed out into the distance. "We're going to late."

"Wha!?" Max looked around frantically behind him to discover he was at a station platform for massive railway terminal. Large concrete pillars seemed to rise into the sky to form a canopy that kept out the elements. As turned around to face the tracks he saw a mixture of highly streamlined steam and diesel locomotives hauling passenger cars he only dreamed of going on. Then it hit him. "Dream?" He muttered to himself. "This is a dream! But I wonder..."

The fennec snapped his finger and his handheld gaming computer plopped right into his paws causing him to scream in excitement. "This is so not of this century," Max looked up in the other direction with a knowing smirk. "But I don't care!" He snapped his fingers his once more and a suitcase appeared.

"Max!" Zack yelled out again.

"Right!" He grabbed his suitcase and ran towards his brother as the dream faded behind him, waking up the very next morning. 

To Max, being a stranded on an island station was his worst nightmare. He has them multiple times. For all of his goofing around, the brothers take mass transit very seriously. But this dream was less of a nightmare and more of inconvenience. 

The next night Max went back to bed, he was fully aware of his lucid dreaming powers and how to access them.

Slam! Went the heavy duty door behind. As the security guard shove him forward, the fennec looked up and gasp to see a row of prison cells. "This is what I get for watching all those prison documentaries," he muttered under his breath.

There was silence in the showers. As Max was naked, from top to bottom he cleaned off his wide shoulders all the way to down his pussy when a guard suddenly poked their baton at him. "How many times do I have tell you to take those goggles?" They nagged. Max shot him a knowing glare but they did make a somewhat valid point. The fennec shrugged then moved them down to his neck. The guard growled again in annoyance but Max just stuck his tongue out and gave him an ironic salute.

"You've been quite a nuance in the city lately," the warden argued from his office. "Saving the day and all that jazz," they finger quoted.

"Just doing my job," Max, now wearing an orange jumpsuit, shrugged as he stood in front their desk with a big grin.

"YOUR JOB!?" The warden slammed their paws against desk causing Max's fur to bristle in freight. "You've caused more damage than the criminals!" They argued.

"Not my fault they had explosives!" Max protested with his arms out.

The warden growled and gestured Max to the door. "You're lucky I'm not a judge." And slam! Went another door. A cell door this time. Max turned around as the guard left than examined the area from above and below him.

"What were you in for?" Said a soft voice.

Max's big fennec ears perked up. He turned himself around to face a prisoner he seemed to have been here for quite a while. "Long story," he sheepishly grinned with a shrug.

"You don't seem like a bad fellow."

"Thank! I-" He paused and raised his finger index up. "Wait a minute."

As Max's jumpsuit vanished in favor of his usual Letterman and pleated skirt, the dream began suddenly reshape itself around him. Then the two were taken to the sudden chaotic cafeteria below. It was the point that he quickly had to run away from a red robot guard dog of some sort.

He jumped to the nearest ceiling pipe and quickly scanned the area. "Um, guy...!?" Max looked back down at the robot. It was clearly feral in design

The robot vanished in a poof of smoke as the prisoner ran up to Max. "Jesse!" They called out to the shaking fennec above.

Max gulped and nodded. He properly addressed his new friend with a soft smile and asked, "Mind filling me in?"

"Of course!" As Jesse recounted his time at the prison, Max was puled into the new past as a ghost no one could see. "Another Casey was sent here long before you arrived," he said. "A firefighter, I believe."

"Dad!?" Max floated over to the figure in shock. It was a similar blue fennec with green eyes like his brother but with a more athletic build and deeper voice.

"I guess so." Jesse said indifferently.

His dad stood there in front of warden as he looked down onto the carpeted floor. "I understood," his voice echoed through the memory. Then Max's father looked up in the same direction as the ghost of his son was facing.

"He started a resistance movement or something!?" The fennec gasped as he was taken back into the present. He was back to clinging onto the pipe and let go. Max's dad had seen a lot of traumatic shit as he climbed through the ranks. He assumed that it was theoretically possible that he could have snapped.

Jesse looked up at Max in awe as the fennec landed on his feet and got up. "What do we do now!?" They frantically looked around them.

Feeling a sense of relief, Max looked up at Jesse with a wide grin, snapped fingers and hovered into the air. "I always wanted to do this!" He stretched his arms in joy and squirmed in joy.

The warden rushed out to the two. "Max!" They yelled out in fury. "Stop playing god. Now!"

As Max stuck his tongue out the warden the prison suddenly felt a whole lot bigger to the fennec. The walls began to stretch out to what felt like miles on end but this was no longer a bad thing. He flew up and around as the world began bend to his whim in ways he could have only dreamt of and sure enough, he woke up.