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Skye is the newest member of his local Cubby Scout organization: Den 420, Troop 69. Seeing how shy and nervous he is around so many new kids, Kyle, the troop's head scout, is eager to make him comfortable, help him relax, and feel at home in Troop 69. After dragging Skye to meet his friend Cliff in their tent, Kyle convinces Cliff to join him in giving the new kid a special Troop 69 welcome. And by the looks of it, he's been successfully filled with the Troop 69 spirit!
Perhaps one day Troop 69's Scoutmaster, Gus Gator, will say hello to the new kid too...
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Below is a scene from a story inspired by seeing the super hot art that Hal created. Kyle and Cliff used with permission from Hal.
Reminder: This story and art are of fictional characters and situations. The events depicted are not condoned and are never morally acceptable in the real world.
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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t"We talked it over, and..." Skye could hear the sound of fabric rustling and the telltale pops of buttons freed from buttonholes. "...we wanted to give you a special Troop 69 welcome." Skye could feel Kyle press his young vulpine body against his own from behind, the heat of it radiating into him, and now the blue fox blushed as brightly as Cliff. It felt like Kyle really had undone and opened his shirt. "One we only give to new kids we really like. Like you." Cliff must have felt Skye's heart beating wildly from excitement in his chest, because Cliff’s smile widened and he began unbuttoning his shirt like Kyle had, until he pulled it open to reveal his torso. Skye couldn’t help himself as his eyes wandered over the mouse boy’s body. It was soft and slim, boyish curves that Skye felt a sudden and strong desire to have his paws explore. “Now it’s your turn,” Cliff said quietly. He watched Skye's face closely as he reached his paws out to begin unbuttoning Skye's shirt too, searching for any signs of discomfort or dislike. But Skye managed a nod, so the mouse boy hurriedly finished and pulled open the fox boy's shirt. "Oh gosh…” he said softly. He reached out towards Skye’s chest, running his paw appreciatively down slowly over his tummy and over to Skye’s left hip, a finger tracing the outline of a star shaped birthmark just visible above the waistband of his shorts. “You’ve got a really cute body, Skye.” He moved his paws to each of Skye's hips and then stepped closer, pressing his body against the blue fox's own. The heat of the mouse boy's bare torso against his own felt so very right to Skye. The other boys' paws began moving, slowly, around Skye's body. He felt Kyle's move down his shoulders to his upper arms, and then around to his chest, each paw rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, squeezing the boy's bare chest with lust. Cliff's paws slid up and down Skye's hips before slipping back around to his rump, grasping it firmly and kneading his cheeks with an unsated hunger. A breathy moan escaped Skye before he could stop himself, the feeling of young paws exploring his body making his head spin. "We'll stop any time you want us to," Kyle murmured into his ear. But Skye shook his head aggressively. "D-don't stop," was all the blue fox boy could manage. "Have you ever...?" Kyle let the question drift off as he began kissing along Skye's neck. "Y-y-yeah." "With more than one person?" Cliff asked. He began kissing the other side of Skye's neck, nearly making the young boy's knees buckle. "N-no..." "You'll love it," Kyle purred. "We'll show you how we like to bond as a group in Troop 69." "You gotta lose the shorts first, though," Cliff said with a grin. "We don't like pants in this tent, and it's always important to follow the customs and rules of the tent when you're a guest." Cliff began working the fly of Skye's shorts while the blue fox returned the favor, tugging the button free and sliding the zipper down. Soon, the shorts for both boys lay on the tent floor around their feet, while behind him, Skye heard Kyle taking off his own. Skye hooked his thumbs around the waist band of Cliff's tight green briefs and peeled them down off the mouse, but Cliff hesitated in reciprocating, taking in the sight of the younger blue fox boy in a red and dark grey jockstrap. "Holy cheeses..." Cliff muttered. "Kyle, do you see...?" "Yeah I do," Kyle huffed in response. "You look super hot in that, Skye. Your butt looks amazing." Skye felt his face flush with heat. "R-really? You think so?" "Heck yeah," Kyle said quietly. "Lemme prove it." He stepped back forward, and Skye felt a small dick push against his rump, sliding between his cheeks and over his hole teasingly. It was incredibly hard, and Skye could feel it pulsing at his entrance. "Believe me now?" Skye could barely think; all his mind could focus on were thoughts of Kyle pressing that cock forward, until it sunk into him. "O-oh yeah. Hrrrf... you feel good back there,” he whispered longingly. Kyle gripped the sides of Skye's jockstrap and pulled it down and off, finally freeing Skye's own hard little dick. "Kyle, c'mere. Let's have some real fun together," Cliff said. He shifted, keeping his body pressed close against Skye's but more from the side, leaving a small opening. Kyle walked back around Skye and happily obliged by squeezing in with the other boys. Skye felt the heat of arousal rise from his toes to his ears as the three boys pressed their bodies together, their small cocks rubbing against one another between them. Kyle turned Skye's face towards his and pushed his muzzle against the younger boy's hungrily, his tongue pushing into Skye's muzzle, exploring it, rubbing against Skye's own. Cliff reached down with a slick paw and began stroking all three of them at the same time as he kissed and nibbled along Skye's neck. Skye moaned into Kyle's muzzle, the intensity of the sensations overwhelming the poor kid. Kyle pulled his mouth away with a loud smack and turned Skye's head towards Cliff, who happily obliged in making out with the new kid. He was less aggressive than Kyle was at kissing, showing a gentleness that let their tongues dance against each other from one muzzle to the other. Kyle leaned forward and began biting along Cliff's neck, making the mouse whimper into Skye's muzzle. Skye decided to make use of his paws, one moving to Cliff's ass to rub and squeeze it, while the other did the same with Kyle's. Kyle responded by reaching one paw up to tug and twist on Skye's nipple while the other joined Skye in working Cliff's ass. The communal, carnal lust between the three of them was intoxicating. Skye couldn't get enough of it. He'd never felt so much pleasure before. To share, and be shared, with two other cute boys... it almost felt quaint to remember the doubts he'd had before about whether he liked boys, because he loved this. He loved the feeling of boys' bodies pressed against his, their dicks throbbing and sliding against his, their tongues exploring his muzzle and paws roaming over every sensitive spot his body had. He wanted more. Craved more. Needed more. Skye pulled his muzzle away from Cliff's, panting. "I need to feel you inside of me," he blurted out. The unsubtle honesty surprised the other boys, who looked at one another before looking back to Skye. "Who?" Kyle asked. Skye looked from one boy to the other. It felt like his body was on fire, screaming with a desperate and frenzied lust that pushed out any thought but the desire to feel himself filled. "...both of you," Skye whispered. “I…” He gave a long and tender kiss to Cliff. “…NEED…” He turned and shared another aggressive, passionate kiss with Kyle. “…to feel both of you inside of me,” he finally finished, his voice breathy and low. Kyle's dick throbbed hard against Skye's and Cliff's, a drop of pre oozing out onto the other boys' cocks. “That’s it, Skye. That’s the Troop 69 spirit,” he cooed with a grin. “I knew you had it in you. C’mere…” He leaned in, and the three shared a sloppy three-way kiss, tongues and muzzles all pressed clumsily together, occasionally taking turns to break away into making out with one another before returning to their communal kiss. It was one of the most intensely erotic acts Skye had ever experienced, and he craved more. “Please,” Skye whined desperately. “I need to feel you both fill me.” "You got it, new kid. I’ll fill this cute muzzle,” Kyle murmured, “and Cliff can give that foxy butt of yours a good pounding.” “To start,” Skye huffed. He gripped the other two boys, pulling them harder against this body. “And then I want to ride you both. Together.” Cliff’s knees threatened to buckle at the thought. “Good gouda…” Kyle just grinned wickedly, giving Skye’s ass a smack. “Welcome to Troop 69, Skye.”\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t