Because of Camp, Chapter 1: The First Day
Because of Camp
By Bunny Hops
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bunnyhops/
http://bunny-hops.sofurry.com/
Players:
Pete: 17 year old male bunny (Oryctolagus cuniculus) 5'8" 150 lbs
Porter: 15 year old male smooth coated Jack Russell terrier (Canis lupus familiaris) 5'3" 110 lbs
Zeke: 17 year old male European mouflon (Ovis orientalis musimon) 5'9" 175 lbs
Tommy: 15 year old male Kodiak bear (Ursus arctos middendorffi) 6'1" 255 lbs
Sammy: 20 year old lioness (Panthera leo) 5'10" 135 lbs
Chad: 19 year old male lion (Panthera leo) 6'2" 180 lbs
Mathe: 16 year old male green anole (Anolis carolinensis) 5'11" 155 lbs
Audrey: 17 year old female European polecat (Mustela putorius) 5'8" 140 lbs
Setting: Camp, summer 2004
The First Day
Slowly they had crept out of the city, past all the traffic to long flat stretches of farmland. The level fields gradually turned to rolling hills with winding roads. As the hills got higher, and the roads more windy, the cubs on the bus grew more and more restless. The farms disappeared, turning into thicker and thicker forests. The smell of pines lingered into the bus. One last sharp turn, and they could see the rustic wooden sign proclaiming, "Pine Ridge Recreational Youth Camp." There was a cheer.
The bus finally lumbered to a halt on the small, rutted gravel parking lot, but Pete's view out his window was blocked by the sight of another dusty yellow vehicle. After five hours stuck riding on the bus, Pete knew that every fur on it was more than just a little excited to get off.
"This is it, bunny boy; ready for this summer's week of camp?" Zeke asked slapping Pete on the shoulder. The mouflon ram had been Pete's best friend for years, so of course they chose to sit next to each other for the five hour ride.
Pete stood up as the passengers shuffled their way off the bus, "Geez, it was still dark out the last time I we were off this bus, and now it's practically lunch time."
"Food isn't such a worry for me now," Zeke said as he made his way down the aisle, "but I have ta exhale like a race horse right now."
Once they were out in the sunny parking lot, the counselors had them all group together to count heads as the luggage was being unloaded. Pete took the time to look around at all the furs he'd been riding with. He was sure camp was going to be as much fun as it always was--a chance to get out into nature and just enough himself--but he couldn't help but feel old. Sure, he was only just seventeen, but there's a world of difference between high school freshman and high school seniors.
The physical differences are what stand out in pictures. Last year Zeke barely had stubs poking out of his head, now his horns almost curled around three hundred sixty degrees. There was no denying it either: both knew this was going to be their last time at camp, unless they chose to become counselors next summer.
A pretty little lioness no more than twenty years old stood on top of the bus and made the announcement, "Okay, find your bags and find your cabin. If you don't remember your cabin assignment, talk to me at this point. If you can't find your cabin, well, that's just part of the adventure. Have fun. I'm Sammy, if you need anything else, just ask me."
"Grab my bag for me, will you?" Zeke asked his long-eared friend hurriedly as he ran to the main lodge's restroom.
"Naw, I think I'm going to toss it back on the bus," Pete responded jovially. He found his duffle bag and hoisted the strap over his shoulder, then did the same with Zeke's bag. Pete wasn't the most muscular fur, but he thought he could manage the two bags for the short walk down the trail to the cabins. Most of the walk was downhill, and the bags mostly only contained clothes, anyway.
The air felt so clean and crisp under the trees as Pete hiked his way to his cabin. The summer sun was blocked by the foliage, so it wasn't too hot, even. Along the trail several furs walked or ran past, over stimulated and over excited. Hell, Pete would be running along with them if it wasn't for the extra weight.
The bunny found his cabin and made his way inside. He knew the rules--first come, first serve--so he quickly grabbed a top bunk by a window for himself, and the bottom bunk for Zeke. Knowing the drill, Pete just plopped his butt onto the mattress and waited for the counselor.
Zeke popped in, making a grand, loud entrance, "I'm back!"
"You're on the bottom," was the bunny's reply.
"Oh, man...well, I guess that's what I get for peeing."
A lion with a half grown mane entered the room, "I can see some furs aren't here, yet, but I'll go ahead and make the announcement now so you guys can go have some fun. My name's Chad and I'll be your counselor for the week. You need anything, come to me, 'kay? Okay. Now, I shouldn't have to remind any of you not to go into the girls' cabins under any circumstances, and not to invite any girls into the boy's cabins. Stay in the designated camp area, and never swim when a lifeguard is not on duty. I think that should cover things for now. Go have some fun."
Pete and Zeke rushed past the lion and out into the open camp. The cabins were on the north side of the camp, surround by thick, tall trees, but down a trail a hundred feet, and past the game room it opened up into a prairie. Adjacent to the game room was the pool, complete with three diving boards from one to three meters. Past that a spanning short grass field, bordered by a basketball court on one side and the main lodge on the other. Following the field leads to trees and a wide path windy gently down to the fur-made lake. A thin, singletrack trail runs a five kilometer loop around the camp, stretching far past the lake, along the stream, and back to the main lodge.
Pete and Zeke's bus was not the first to get to the camp, so a bunch of furs were already running around and having fun in the game room, pool, and field, although the lake still didn't have a lifeguard on duty. Walking side by side, Pete and Zeke looked around for familiar faces or at least an activity that looked awesome enough to waste a few hours with.
Looking over to the pool Pete spotted something behind a chubby brown bear in black swimming trunks that caught his eye. Practically doing a double take, Pete bumped Zeke's arm to get his attention without taking his eyes away.
"Zeke," the bunny said, "I think I'm in love."
"Oh, you're always in love," the ram responded, "this happens every summer. Are you actually going to do something about it this time, or what? Who is it, even?"
Pete popped his chin to the pool, "That little Jack Russell terrier in the white trunks behind the bear."
"Him? He looks eleven. Are you trying to get yourself arrested?"
"Oh, come on, he doesn't look eleven, he's just small. I think. I hope."
The terrier was paling around with the bear at the edge of the pool by the diving boards, most likely waiting in line. The dog was rather short, looking barely over five feet tall, and it didn't help that he had this lean thinness to him. He had some muscles, but they did more to add some girth to his bones than to give him any tonality. Of course he wasn't eleven, though, since this session of camp was for high school students only. Still, he seemed young. Had to be a freshman.
"Well, aren't you going to go talk to him?"
"Um...not right now, no. Don't you think it would be pretty weird to just inject myself into their conversation so soon? I mean, I'm not even wearing a swimsuit, so it's not like I can pretend I came over to play in the pool."
"It's not like you've never been skinny dipping before, Pete, everyone's seen your bunny buns."
"Oh, ha ha. C'mon, let's see what's happening in the game room."
"Oh, okay. But you have to blow a kiss to your knight in swimming armor."
Pete kissed his paw, laid it out flat in front of his face, and blew a kiss to the oblivious pup before him and Zeke took a turn and entered the game room.
The game room wasn't as bustling with activity--not like all the activities outside--but it still had a sizable amount of furs in it. Eyeing what appeared to be the ending of a game, Zeke headed over to the closer of the two pool tables. A green lizard sunk the eight ball, beating the white tail doe he was playing against.
"Well, that's it for me," the doe said, offering her cue to Zeke, who took it.
"Ready to sink some balls, curlicue?" the lizard said to Zeke, who smiled as he took the billiard balls out of the pockets so the lizard could rack them.
Pete slapped the ram on the back, "I'm going to put on my swimsuit. Have fun."
"You, too. Good luck."
In his black swim trunks, blue towel tossed over his shoulder, Pete made a beeline for the pool, and, more importantly, the cute little smooth coated terrier. The bunny popped on his dark sunglasses and found a nice lounge chair to sit at, propping up the back so he could look around at all the furs frolicking in the pool.
His plan--he always had a plan; it rarely worked, but he always had one--was to wait until the most opportune moment--whatever that may be--and initiate a conversation. Some sort of ice breaker to gain the terrier's confidence and plant the seeds of friendship. From there he'll need to explore the terrier's feelings toward romance, and if it all still seems right he can begin seduction. Seduction might not be the best word for it all, since Pete was not a Casanova in that sense, but rather aimed for a reciprocation of feelings.
The day was warm enough that the pool was crowded, but not hot enough that every fur needed the cool water to survive. Boys and girls splashed and goofed off, either in the pool, on the diving boards, or in the line for the boards. Every one of the boys had baggy trunks on, while the girls had a range of bikinis and--for those not adequately shaped for a two-piece--one-piece suits. Pete liked to imagine a place differently cultured, like Europe, maybe, were it wouldn't be out of place for a high school boy to own a Speedo and not be on the swim team. Or even a place where casual nudity would not get you registered as a sex offender. That goes for guys and gals, both: Pete may have an eye for the studs, but it didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the curves of a beautiful lady.
But there was no room in his mind for beautiful ladies at this time, not with the cute terrier making his way onto the diving board.
"Tommy. Hey, Tommy," he shouted to his bear friend.
"What, what is it?"
"What would you give me for a belly flop?" The terrier was on the high dive board, holding up traffic, much to the annoyance of the other furs in line.
"You ain't got no belly to flop. Try flopping on your back."
"Hurry the hell up," shouted a girl kangaroo a few furs behind Tommy. His sentiment was met with agreeing chatter.
"Here it goes," the terrier, with much agility, sprung twice on the board as he ran across it. He arched into the air on his side, slowly turning as gravity took hold. He stiffened his back and crossed his arms across his slender chest. When he hit the water he body slammed to a stop before slowly sinking into the waves he created. He swam under the water only to emerge once he got to the later, shaking himself off once he got to dry land as canines are wont to do.
Here was Pete's chance at an introduction. As the terrier walked by, the bunny got up off his chair, matching pace next to the pup and exclaimed, "Holy crap, man, that was something, wasn't it?"
"Naw, it was nothing. Just watch Tommy," he responded. "Hey, Tommy, do a flop."
"With relish," said the bear down from the diving board. Without the grace exhibited by the dog, Tommy lunged his girth off the board and the pull of gravity did its civic duty in pulling him back down into a tidal wave of heavily chlorinated water.
The terrier got back in line, but still watched as his friend finally heaved himself out of the water.
"Now that really was something," Pete was actually less impressed than he made out to be. It was about getting chummy with cute ones, and you don't get that done by not being impressed by their friends. "I'm Pete, by the way."
"Porter," the pup said addressing himself. "It's my first time here. You?"
"Fourth, and last, sadly, unless I become a counselor. But who knows where I'll be next year, ya'know?"
"I hear you," Tommy lumbered his was up to Porter and Pete, and back in line, "looks like you'll just have to make the most of your time here."
"Definitely."
"This is Tommy, by the way."
"Pete"
"Nice to meet you."
Minutes turned to hours and oblivion turned to friendship as Pete managed to mingle himself into the duet of fraternity that was Tommy and Porter.
The fifteen minute dinner warning bell rang four quick "dings" across the camp, and the lifeguard on duty blew her whistle and forced everyone out of the pool. The rule in the main lodge was no shoes, no shirt, no pants, no service. The no pants part came from Zeke, of all people, his first year when he went to dinner in his boxers on a dare. The next day the sign had a new addition.
Speaking of Zeke, Pete wondered how he was getting along.
With a fresh shirt on his chest, checkered Vans on his feet, and his trunks freshly dried, Pete caught up with Porter and Tommy on his way to the dinner. Upon entering the lodge, the bunny directed the pair to the table occupied by Zeke and the bright green lizard.
"There you are, bunny boy," Zeke shouted excitedly upon the sight of Pete. "Let me introduce Mathe," he motioned toward the lizard.
Introductions went around and before long they were all allowed to get up, fill their plates with rubbery macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dogs in it, slightly stale dinner rolls, surprisingly fresh salad, and a couple of cookies before returning to their table. When they returned, Pete made sure to sit next to Porter, but luckily sat across from Zeke. Mathe was at the ram's side sitting close enough to rub shoulders. Pete wasn't an expert on the subject, but he assumed Zeke and Mathe were more chumming to each other than just two average billiards players having met a couple of hours earlier.
Dinner was definitely a disappointment. Pete couldn't get past the wall of small talk with Porter, and his failure was juxtaposed by the way Zeke and Mathe played chummy to each other. They even went so far as to speak quietly to each other, almost a whisper, and an impromptu game of footsy which gained an odd look from Porter. Pete hoped he just gave the look because they were being weird and not because it was growingly obvious the two were more than friends.
To say the rest of the day was uneventful would definitely be an overstatement, but Pete still felt that way. Porter seemed pretty much aloof to all of Pete's efforts, but wasn't fighting the friendship. He almost seemed to encourage it.
Sometimes life was bittersweet.
Late that night Pete was still awake. After the normal chatter of camp after lights-out had settled, Pete allowed all the dirty thoughts about Porter rush into mind. "Allowed" wasn't the right word; there was nothing Pete could have done to stop them.
Feeling himself get hard, he rolled onto his side to face the wall. Sticking his paw down his shorts to jack off was horribly tempting, but Pete didn't want to think about what the next week would turn out to be like if one of the boys in the cabin caught him wanking it. No, he couldn't do it.
But his cock was screaming.
Porter was in his mind, striped down to his swimming trucks like the first time the bunny caught sight of the petite canine. His thin arms, contoured with the wisps of muscles; his birdcage chest punctuated with two pretty pink nipples; his abs, almost invisible if not for favorable light casting shadows on the indents; but most of all, the way his trunks hung loosely on his hips, teasing. Pete couldn't help but wonder what treasures were hidden underneath.
With his paws still outside his sleeping bag, Pete pressed against his crotch and felt the warm slick of pre wet his pubic triangle. He released the pressure and pushed again, feeling the typical tingle shoot through him. He didn't dare rub his cock up and down, even from outside his sleeping bag.
He tried to keep an ear out for any sign that another camper might be awake, ready to hear him make himself release, but his efforts were soon lost as his mind took him to a different world. Porter was there, now in spandex briefs kneeling before the bunny. He was leaning back, chest in the air, showing off his thick, full package barely being contained by light blue undies.
Snapping scenes in only a way dreams can muster, Pete was behind a Porter on all fours, slowly peeling back the formfitting briefs. The doggy's tail was curved in the air, exposing his perfectly pink hole. A back-turned glance egged Pete on.
Back in reality, Pete continued to press his dick against his pubic through his sleeping bag. Years of practice assured he was silent, but he couldn't keep his legs from wanting to curl inward and his toes to crunch together.
Continuing the wordless dance, Pete entered Porter effortlessly, pumping and thumping in the dreamscape. With each bump, Pete rolled his paw over the sleeping bag, trying to milk the cum out of himself. Visually, however, he needed more; the back of the dog's head just wasn't doing the trick.
He pulled out and Porter rolled over, revealing a pulsing dog-dick red colored rod. It was bigger, thicker, juicier than anything Pete could realistically hope for in real life, but dammit, this was his fantasy and he'll live it how he wants.
Again he was inside. This new view allowed Pete to see the koosh-koosh balls bouncing over Pete's penetrating cock. Porter's shaft dripped and dribbled over his skinny abdomen. The slick precum shined in the light.
Pete felt himself reach the point of no return. In his dream he grabbed hold of Porter's thighs, lifting him up to savage his anus. He came deep inside the dog, jizz gushing out of the hole, spraying everywhere. Porter wasn't silent in the duet, streaming out thick globs over his slim chest and fuckable face.
Back in the cabin, Pete curled up his legs as he pulsed into his shorts, felling the warm goo drip along his pubes, chilling as it pooled between his body and the bag. He let out a controlled exhale.
As he started drifting off into sleep, the bunny couldn't help but think how silly his fantasy was. He'd never been on either end of anal fun, but he could still dream. Hell, it probably wouldn't happen here, either. I mean, it's not like he could sneak off into town and pick up some condoms.
The horny bunny hit his eureka moment as he slipped away into dreams.