There were cheers and whoops of joy at this announcement, the badger smiling as he stood, thankful that he'd managed to keep what could have been a bunch of unruly misfits happy with the extension to their bedtime. He too was disappointed that they couldn't have a campfire gathering as it was a good social focus for the boys, and a campfire singsong just wasn't the same without, well, a campfire... or marshmallows to toast, or.... he stopped the train of thought, getting peckish for a snack. "So, I bid you all a good night, and don't forget to be up in time for breakfast tomorrow, half past eight sharp! I expect you all to be washed and in uniform by that time! Goodnight boys!". A chorus of mis-timed "Goodnight Master Brockington!" came back from the troop, before the lads dispersed back to their patrol tents. "AND REMEMBER, STAY CLEAR OF THE LAKE AT NIGHT!" he bellowed as his two assistant instructors approached the circle, a large hollow that had been dug out over many years of boy scout camps, with several logs encircling a smaller central pit where a fire would normally burn at night.
"You'll only tempt them to try going to it if you say it like that..." one of his assistants, a young wolf barely in his twenties chuckled, handing a steaming mug of coffee to the badger, the two of them sitting back down on the nearest log, its bark smoothed flat by countless rumps and tails that had sat on it over time. The other, a greying fox, sat on the row behind them, leaning forwards and sipping his cocoa appreciatively. "I know, I know... but I hope that I'm loud enough to make them think twice about it".
His lupine assistant took a gulp of his own drink, regretting it as the hot tea nearly scalded his tongue "owowowow....maybe it's you they'll be scared of, and not the monsters in the lake then!". Brockington laughed, blowing across the top of the tin mug to cool his drink first. "No, Jake, I think it's you and your late night skinnydips that they'd be scared of....don't think I don't know about those". Jake blushed embarassed as the fox, Graham, cackled behind the pair, joining Brockington's laughter. "Oh don't worry about it, I don't mind as long as you're not doing it while the boys are awake, just be cautious now". Jake's tail wagged a little uncontrollably, the wolf glad that he wasn't in trouble for his post-midnight swims. "Anyway, we should discuss tomorrow's activities now the boys are off to their tents" the badger suggested, turning on the log and motioning Jake to do the same so that they could huddle with Graham and plan the next days itinerary.
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"God that's no fun, no campfire!" Ben protested as he kicked his boots off at the entrance to the large troop tent, leaving them on the groundsheet near the doorway before making his way inside, more of his patrol following. The large otter was in charge of the Kestrel patrol, and thus had 8 other lads to look after and the largest of the tents. His dad was a military man and it showed in Ben's demeanour when it came to keeping the tent tidy, all the other boys filing in one by one, boots removed and left in a neat line by the door. All except for one, a cheetah whose boots had been inside the tent all day, pretty much since it was put up that morning. "And brush your paws off, Kyy, I don't want grass traipsed through the tent again!". The other boys laughed as they rolled out their sleeping mats and bags, the bedding kept neatly packed up during the day to leave room in the tent for any activities that needed shelter. Kyy grinned and reached for the dustpan and brush in the corner nearest the tents opening, flicking the bristles over the sole of his bare feet.
"How do you do that? I'd be laughing too much!" asked Ed, a polecat with ticklish feet, something the boys had learned on a previous camp during a bout of horseplay. Kyy merely grinned and finished brushing the loose forest detritus from his footpaws, joining the boys in unrolling his bedding. “I dunno, I’m just not ticklish I guess”. Gordy, a plump raccoon, sneered at the comment, his own paws also at the mercy of ticklish fingers “Maybe you should go barepawed like the spotcat, that’d sort you out” he said to Ed, who stuck his tongue out and countered “Yeah? So why don’t you do it too?”. Gordy was about to argue when Ed sprang from his bedspace, tackling Gordy’s legs and tickling his soles. “GAH GEROFF! STOPPITHAHAHAHAHANOOOOO” Gordy’s face creased with involuntary laughter as the mustelid used his carefully blunted claws to tease the raccoons soles.
“Hey, enough of that!” Ben boomed, although he found it hard to hide the grin from the edges of his muzzle “...you wouldn’t like it if he’d done it to you”. Ed relented, and let go of Gordy, the raccoon calming from the forced gigglefit “...and you shouldn’t tease others, you’re always doing that” Ben said more sternly, Gordy about to protest but thinking better of it. “ ‘m sorry…” he grumbled to Kyy and Ed, though the spotcat hadn’t been bothered in the least. Brockington and Graham had given up telling him to put shoes and socks on months ago at troop meetings, and had just rolled their eyes when he’d emerged from the tent earlier barefoot. Jake didn’t even bother trying, and Ben was happy to just keep the status quo with his patrol. Some of the other boys were tempted to follow the spotcats’ example, but kept it to the tent for now, socks discarded along with their boots.
Soon enough the boys were busy reading comics together or playing card games, laughter bubbling from the group as forfeits were dished out for losing hands. Eventually even the comic readers joined in, and all the boys ended up playing an elimination round, losers having to sit out and wait for the winner to dish out a group forfeit at the end. Gordy and Mike, a short beaver, were the first out, followed by Josh and Nate, an armadillo and lemur. The next few hands were close, with a chorus of laughter going up as Ben played what he thought was a winning hand triumphantly, only to lose to the other four in spectacular fashion. He sat back with a grumpy face, but the other boys knew him well enough to know it was just play, the otter cracking and joining in with the cheerful banter as the next hands were played. Kyy lost out next, followed by his snow leopard friend, Andy, leaving only Sam and Ed in the round. The boys watched intently as cards were drawn and played, the last hand going to a nail-biting close finish, Sam throwing down his hand with a gleeful smirk as he played an unbeatable run, the wolf taking the win to much cheering, Ed flopping backwards onto the pile of bedding behind him in defeat.
“Right, you lot, forfeit time!” Sam began, grinning. “You lot all mocked Kyy when he started going shoeless at troop meetings, so now you get to feel exposed too….” Sam winked at the cheetah, and Ben rolled his eyes, fearing Sam was about to demand exactly what he thought was coming. “Forget bare paws, it’s bottomless time! Pants, shorts and undies off!” the wolf said, cementing the forfeit for the group.
The boys could have heard a pin drop, the tent going quiet before a few stuttering objections began to voice “Nuh-uh…. You knew there would be forfeits involved when you started playing” Sam stated, smirking and looking at his patrol leader “...ain’t that right Ben?”. The otter sighed, but nodded in agreement “Sam’s right, you can’t join a game with rules and then not follow them.”
“But our bits’ll be on show!” Gordy protested, Nate laughing at the raccoon’s dismay “What’s the matter, trashpanda, afraid you’ll be the smallest of them all?”. An argument nearly started if it were not for the pair of pants that landed in the centre of the group. The boys looked in the direction they’d come from to see the cheetah sitting back down from where he’d stood to take them off, bare from the waist down and acting as though it were perfectly normal. A couple of the lads opened and closed their mouths soundlessly like goldfish, about to ask the spotted feline as to where his undies were when another pair of pants landed in the middle, followed by undies. Ed had followed Kyy’s example, grinning with a slight blush. A sigh came from their patrol leader as he stood, unbuckling his belt and adding his clothing to the pile. At this, the rest of the patrol felt they couldn’t really argue, and soon it was everyone except Gordy that was bare from the waist down.
“Oh c’mon Gordy, it’s only a forfeit, and we’re all boys here. You ain’t got anything we haven’t seen before…” coaxed Kyy “....besides, I go bare at home all the time. It’s relaxing, you should try it.” At the cheetah’s sincere expression, Gordy huffed, but started to disrobe, turning his back on the group and covering himself with his large bushy tail when he turned back around. Despite the easy tease, none of the other boys made fun of his embarrassment, instead giving a small cheer of encouragement which at least made Gordy smile a little.
Bereft of clothing below the waist, they settled down to another game, this time the losers having forfeits doled out again. Paws tickled, bare rumps slapped, pints of water downed and even a couple of laps run around the tent outside bottomless were among those cooked up by the boys, though one was sure to trump them all when it fell to Nate to dish one out to Kyy when the cheetah lost a round. “Well, as you’re so comfy with going bare at home, you’re not allowed to put anything back on until sunrise” There was a collective gasp from several of the boys, Nate holding up a finger to shush them as he continued. “And that means even if you need to go use the bathroom!”.
The patrol looked from Nate to Kyy and back again. The combined shower, washroom and toilet block was a fair distance away through the woods. Thankfully they were the only troop staying that week, but there were still tents with the other patrols in, and of course the Scoutmaster and his two assistants. Kyy stunned the group by merely nodding and saying “Sure. Easy.”, though he might later have regretted it as most of his forfeits from then on involved downing large quantities of water in a short timeframe, else he’d receive a spank as a double forfeit.
Soon the inevitable happened, and Kyy’s bladder screamed at him to be emptied, the lad feeling bloated inside as the water went through his system. “Right, save my cards, I gotta go pee…” he said, standing up, a couple of the boys giggling at the sight of their patrolmate stood there in just his shirt and neckerchief. “You’re really gonna….” Mike began, amazed that the cheetah was about to leave the safety and privacy of the tent. “Uh-huh” the cat nodded, pulling open the green canvas flap that sealed the doorway, and slipped out into the night air.
He could hear the boys giggling and talking in awe that their friend had actually gone along with it, but he was more intent on listening to the sounds of the forest as he walked away from the tent. Bare paws trod softly over dried grass and tree roots as he headed for the well-worn trail to the facilities block, the other patrol tents further off to the side, and those of the adults nearer the firepit and the trail to the lakeside. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the scents of the woods - loam, grass, wood and other natural smells filling his nose, calming the cheetah as he stealthily picked his way through the twilight forest.
Soon enough he picked out the lights of the facilities block, heading directly for it. By now his bladder was aching, so he picked his pace up, regretting it instantly as the slow jog bounced his insides, making it feel worse. Gritting his teeth, he reached the door with the silhouette of what looked like a male wolf on it, pulling at the handle and making his way inside, his paws silent on the cold, tiled floor. There was a short corridor which opened out into a larger room with bathroom stalls along one side, and a long metal trough urinal mounted low on the other wall below a series of long windows higher up, which the cat headed straight for. He sighed deeply as he relaxed and let go, thankful the lack of pants meaning he didn’t have to fumble to fish his penis out.
He thought it was never going to stop, the pee feeling like it took minutes to do, but eventually he finished, giving himself a shake off and giggling at the fact that he didn’t then have to do his pants back up. He headed through another door at the end of the room, to where there were sinks to wash his paws, and several doors along the wall, leading to separate shower cubicles with their own changing areas. He washed up, and headed back out, intending to get back to the game as soon as he could.
The door had just started to swing shut behind him, the cat’s paws scuffing the dusty path when he heard a loud throat clear with a deep cough, and the voice of Scoutmaster Brockington rang out.
“Young man, what on earth do you think you are doing?!”
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Boy Scout antics at Easter camp with Kyy and his less-than-amused scoutmaster.
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