In a forest, a campsite is being set up by Armen, a grey cat with one red eye and one blue eye who uses his tail as a third hand, and Oliver, a stretchy teddy bear with the smell and taste of marshmallows. As everything is finished setting up, Armen and Oliver decide to make some s’mores. So Armen decided to make the fire using a magnifying glass, on which he used to find bugs and shells hidden in the forest, on the flammable leaves and twigs. He takes out the ingredients to make the s’mores, but realizes that they don’t have any marshmallows.

“Aw, man…” Armen said in disappointment. “No marshmallows?”

“That’s not a problem, Armen,” Oliver said proudly. “I’m a whole entire alternative.”

“No way.”

“Yep. It’s true.”

Oliver then pulls down his briefs to reveal his light brown humanoid cock, which was slowly starting to get hard. Armen couldn’t resist the opportunity to lick it, and does so. He keeps sucking on it as fast as he can. He loved the taste and goes faster. The teddy bear couldn't help, but to hump Armen’s face from the pleasure. It wasn’t long until he became close to an orgasm.

“Oh, boy…” Oliver said. “I’m about to…”

Before he could cum, Armen stops sucking him off.

“Armen…” Oliver whined. “Why did you stop?”

“I know what to do about our s’more problem.” Armen said, as he brings a plate of incomplete s’more with chocolate facing up. “I want you to cum on the chocolate, and then we’ll finish the rest.”

“Good idea, but…” Oliver said, as he doesn’t notice Armen’s tail stroking his cock. “Wouldn’t that…”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.” Armen said, stroking Oliver’s cock. “I already melted some of the chocolate a bit.”

Oliver then screams as he cums on the melted chocolate. He then ends up passing out and almost landed on the fire, which thankfully Armen saved by grabbing his tie, thus stopping him from falling in. As soon as he woke up, Armen was already eating some of the s’mores they have made.

“Want some?” Armen asked Oliver. “There’s enough for both of us.”

“Why not?” Oliver said, as he loves his own taste.

Soon, Oliver grabs a s’more and eats it, loving the alternate marshmallow matter he produced with Armen’s help. Not long before that, Oliver decided to reward him for his idea. He waits until he was sleeping to reward him. He goes inside Armen’s tent, which he helped set up, and takes a peak at his humanoid cock.

Wow, Oliver thought. I never knew he had foreskin. Not a tattoo down there, either… I wonder… Does he have the same taste?

He sucks off Armen, who is asleep and moaning. His member starts to get hard from the sucking, as he makes Armen’s erect. He goes faster and starts to stroke his own. Armen seems to be enjoying it, like he was having a wet dream. Oliver continues to suck, knowing he was getting close. He decides to lick Armen’s tip while he was sucking. Armen laughs from the licking.

“Stop it…” Armen said, laughing. “That tickles…”

Armen screams as he cums inside Oliver’s mouth, then falls back to sleep. Oliver swallows his load, but tastes salt.

“Oh, man.” Oliver said, disappointed. “Armen’s is sour.”

Oliver then proceeds to go back to his tent, stroking his member underneath his blue briefs. Eventually, he cums on himself, then goes to sleep.
