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Here's a new story series I've been working on cough since February that I hope you'll all like!
Illustration can be found here: https://inkbunny.net/s/1581367
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One boy seemed to be laughing pretty hard; Darryl, the coyote cub.\nThe Umbreon scowled. He wasn't stupid. He knew who'd done it, and the perpetrator was laughing it up at the back of the crowd.\nHe huffed, and sat on the grass dejectedly, wiping his eyes. Matt stared at the coyote, who gave a mean-spirited wave.\n\nMatt sat in the counselor's office, staring at his feet. The counselors stood before him with kind expressions.\n“Do you know who would have done this to you, Matty?” Andrew asked, kneeling down before the cub with a concerned look. “We’d hate for you to be being bullied at camp. You’re supposed to be having fun here, we can’t let that kind of behaviour slide!”\nHe hesitated for a moment, before nodding. “I think it was Darryl.”\n“From Tent 9?”\nThe little cub nodded. “He’s been mean to me since we came here, and he was laughing when my tent was being cleaned out..”\nThe counselors glanced at each other, before Andrew made a note in a little book.\n“Thank you for telling us, Matt. We’ll look into it for you.” He smiled, and rubbed his ears. The cub blushed, and mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’.\n\nFor most of his life, other kids had treated Matt differently.\nHe was strangely coloured, with weird club-like ears and a tail, and he had a tendency to glow at night. While some people thought his appearance was interesting, a lot of his peers saw targets; opportunities to bully the Umbreon and make a mockery of him.\nThanks to past incidents with other kids, he wasn’t exactly a secure little lad. He had problems with stress and anxiety, which, in turn, led to more bullying from other kids.\nHis parents had hoped the time at camp would give Matt a breather from the stresses at school. Matt had hoped so, too, but it seemed as though luck wasn’t quite on his side.\nMatthew sat in the lunch tent, picking at his food with his fork. He wasn’t very hungry. His mashed potatoes and gravy just looked.. Slimy.\nWith a huff, he pushed his plate away. He was the only kid at camp without any tent partners. Most other tents had 2 or 3 cubs each, except for his.\nOn the one hand, he appreciated the solitude at night. But on the other, he had to sit alone at mealtimes, and team up with counselors for group activities. It didn’t exactly help his vulnerable image.\nKatie, one of the counselors, sat beside Matt, and smiled. “Hey there, honey! Mind if I sit here?”\nHe shrugged, folding his arms on the table, and laying his head on them.\nThe husky sighed, and patted his back. “It’s okay, pumpkin. I know you’re not enjoying it here.”\n“Why don’t they like me?” Matt sniffled. Katie paused for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say.\n“Well.. Kids are just.. Mean like that. They see different things, and they don’t understand them, so they just.. Attack them.” She sighed, and scratched Matt's ears.\n“I don’t want to be different.” The dejected cub whimpered into his arms.\n“But Matt, honey, being different isn’t a bad thing!”\n“It is, when you get bullied for it.” He mumbled, with a sniffle.\n“I suppose so, but look at it this way. Who else can glow like you can, hm?”\nMatt paused, and his fur glimmered slightly. “W-well..”\n“Can Darryl?”\n“No. He can’t.”\nKatie grinned, and gave his ears another little scritch. “And who else has such cute ears?”\nMatt blushed. “Mine aren’t cute. They’re weird.”\n“I think they make you look handsome.”\n“Thanks Katie..” He sniffled a bit. \n“It’s okay, kiddo. I’m sure everything’s going to turn out fine.” She gave the Umbreon a hug, and the cub reluctantly hugged her back.\n\nIt was late. The cubs had finished their dinner, and put away the things they'd used that day. It was time for bed, and the counselors watched over the cubs reluctantly milling over to their tents.\nMatt wandered out of the bathroom building, and watched the others wandering to their tents. 'It must be bedtime already', he decided to himself, as he wandered down the lane to his tent. \nThe row of tents was in an almost horseshoe formation, with a small wooded area in the middle. Matt liked to walk through the trees, and he did so every day. He made his way down to the other cubs, but detoured into the trees.\nIt wasn't a necessarily large woods, but just large enough that he could get to his tent with minimal interaction from anyone else.\nHe hummed quietly, his fur and pawpads glowing softly in the moonlight. He was blissfully unaware of the shadowy figure that was following close behind him; the one which had been on his tail since leaving the outhouse.\nMatt wandered down the little path, littered with leaves and stones, and hummed quietly. Unfortunately, his tranquility was soon to be shattered with a loud SNAP.\nHis ears perked up. He froze in place, and his body stiffened up.\n“H.. Hello?” He whimpered. “I-is someone behind me?..”\nHe closed his eyes tight, and gulped down his fear, swinging himself around to see who was there. Unsurprisingly, it was the coyote cub.\n“Darryl?! What are you doi--ow!” Matt grunted as he was shoved down to the muddy ground.\n“You told the counselors I slimed your tent, didn’t you?!” Darryl glared down, baring his teeth with a snarl.\n“B-but you did!!” Matt whined. “I saw you laughing!”\n“Who cares if I did? You snitched on me!”\n“I’m.. I’m sorry!” The Umbreon whimpered, trying to crawl away from the canine. “Please, don't hurt me..!”\n“I'm gonna do way more than that, you freak,” Darryl snarled. He reached down, and picked up a little rock.\n“W-wait, what are you going to do.. No, wait! Don't hit me!” Matt cried out, flinching hard, as Darryl raised his hand..\nAnd hit himself in the face with the rock.\n\nMatthew stared in bewilderment as Darryl crumpled to the floor and whined, clutching his face.\n“D-Darryl.. Are you okay?! Should I get a counsellor?!”\nDarryl stood up, and ran off out of the woods, back over to the rest of the cubs. What a.. Strange series of events.\nMatt stood up a bit shakily, and dusted the soil off of his shorts, before cautiously making his way over to the tents.\nAs he left the woods, he was suddenly aware that people were staring at him.\n'Aw, great,' the Umbreon thought to himself. 'I went through there to get AWAY from being stared at..'\n“What is it?” Matt rubbed his arm nervously. “A-am I glowing again?”\nAndrew walked over. He looked rather stern. “Matthew, I think you, Darryl and I need to have a talk in the counselors office.”\n“W-- what do you mean?” Matt whimpered.\n“Come on, Matthew.” Andrew walked briskly back to the main campsite, and Matt followed anxiously behind him.\n\nMatt sat in one room in the counselors office, and kicked his feet anxiously. He wasn't sure what was going on. He just wanted to go to bed..\nAndrew walked into the room, with Darryl behind him, sobbing and clutching his eye. Matt stared at the coyote, and then up at the older hyena. “What's happening, Andrew?..”\nAndrew took a seat behind his desk, and Darryl sat opposite Matt. “Matthew, did you throw a rock at Darryl?”\n“What?! N-no, I didn't!!” Matt whined in protest.\n“Well, what happened then? I already have Darryl's side of the story.”\nThe coyote sniffled and rubbed his bruised eye.\n“Darryl followed me into the woods, and-and he pushed me onto the ground, and yelled at me for snitching on him about the slugs, and-- and then he hit himself with the rock!”\n“He hit.. Himself with the rock?”\n“Yeah, he did!!” Matt whined.\n“I'll be honest, Matt.” Andrew sighed, and leaned back in his chair. “I'm much more inclined to believe your side of the story..”\n“Hey!” Darryl yelped.\n“But,” the hyena tapped his desk idly. “I'm struggling to imagine Darryl hitting himself with the rock. Even if everything else you said is true, wouldn't it be more plausible that you hit him out of anger, Matt?”\nThe Umbreon whimpered, and felt his stomach sink. “I swear, I-I didn't! He picked it up and I thought he was gonna hit me, but then he hit himself.. I-I bet he's done it just to get me in trouble!!”\n“Matt,” Andrew sighed. “I understand how you're feeling. But I've just got.. Doubts, is all. Just doubts. If you HAVE hit him..”\n“I haven't!”\n“IF you hit him, we're gonna have to call your parents and see what to do. I can't have you lashing out at other cubs. Violence won't be tolerated.”\n“B-but Andrew..” Matt sniffed, tears forming in his eyes, as the hyena turned to the other cub.\n“As for YOU, Darryl.. If you hit yourself with that rock, on top of what you did to Matt? We're just going to have to ban you from coming to camp next year.”\n“What?! Why me? I'm the one who got hit with the rock!” The coyote snarled.\n“Yes, and you've been bullying Matt all week so far. We're not stupid, Darryl.” Andrew muttered. Darryl huffed, and crossed his arms. He glared at Matt, who averted the bully's eyes. “Now, both of you, get to your tents, and go to bed. We'll talk about this more in the morning. Do you understand?”\n“Yes, Andrew,” the two mumbled with a sombre tone. With that, the cubs were escorted to their tents.\n\nIt was 20 past midnight. Matt couldn't sleep. He lay awake in his sleeping bag (which was still a bit damp from being washed earlier), simpering and crying to himself. He was gonna get kicked out of camp, he just knew it.. And he knew Darryl was trying to get him into trouble, too!\nHe turned over and whimpered, his green glow illuminating the inside of his tent. Maybe he should just run away.. The camp was a long, long way from home, but he didn't care. He just wanted to escape.\nSitting up, the Umbreon looked around his tent. He reached out and grabbed his rucksack, and began to pile his belongings into it. His clothes, his teddy bear, his sleeping bag.. He hurriedly piled them all into the little bag, and whimpered to himself. 'This is it,' he thought to himself. 'I'll run away and everyone'll be sorry they ever believed Darryl!'\n\nPoking his head out of the flaps on the front of his tent, Matt looked around to see if anyone was up and about.\nSeeing that the coast was clear, he stepped out of his tent, and trembled. Part of his shivering was down to the cold night air, but he'd have been lying if he'd said he wasn't terrified. He'd never run away before, and he wasn't exactly sure how to start.\nHe took a step forward, and paused. Well, there was no turning back now. He'd taken the first step towards being a runaway.\nDirectly in front of him was the little wooded area. Maybe that'd be a good place to start. The path through it led down to a big wooden stile, and beyond that was open country as far as the eye could see.\nMatt puffed his chest up, and walked forward with determination; only one goal in his mind: To escape.\n\nMatt trudged down the path with the occasional triumphant hum to himself. This might just have been the best idea he'd ever had! He churred softly to himself as he wandered down the path. Why didn't more people run away from their problems? This is amazing! No responsibility, no worries, no counselors to look after him, no lovely warm tent to shield him from the elements, no family to pick him up after camp and take him home..\nHe had gradually come to a stop, standing before the stile, mulling things over in his head.\n“..I want my mummy..”\nMatt sat down on the stile and started to cry into his hands, his ears drooping as everything started to crumble around him. “I don't want to run away! I wanna go back!..”\nHe sobbed a little harder, and wiped the tears off of his cheeks. He stood up, and turned to head back to the tents.\nAt that very moment, the lights appeared.\n\nThe sky turned an ethereal purple, as bolts of colour shot through the clouds. The Umbreon couldn't help but turn and stare at the silent lights. It couldn't be lightning, there wasn't any thunder!\nThe lights flashed and sparked, with strange, unnatural colours. The cub had never seen anything like it before. He was equal parts terrified and curious.\nFrom the eye of this colourful storm, a bright white light appeared. At first, a pinprick, growing steadily. Matt squinted. It was a very bright light.\nAs he stared, he realised it wasn't quite growing, but rather getting closer. Something was falling from the sky! Matt yelped, and took cover behind a nearby tree.\nWhatever it was, it hit the ground hard. The earth beneath his feet shook, the leaves rustling above him as the object slammed into the field outside the stile.\nMatt stayed stock-still for a good five minutes, trembling. There was nothing but silence after the impact.\nPeeking out from behind the tree, he stared. There was a big, smoking crater in the field ahead. The lights had stopped, too.\nHesitantly, Matt clambered over the stile, and wandered over to the scar in the earth. It was a little warm, but not too hot, considering something had just fallen from what the Umbreon could only assume was outer space.\nMatt peered into the smoking hole. Down there in the bottom was a strange, wrinkled rock.\n“Hello?” The Umbreon cried out. “Is-- is someone down there? An alien or something?”\nMatt didn't hear any response. He turned back and looked in the direction of camp. 'Maybe I should go back and fetch a counselor,' the cub thought to himself.\n“No, don't do that!” Came the voice.\nMatt froze, his fur bristling. He turned slowly to the crater, suddenly feeling a cold dread upon him. “W-who said that? Who's there?!” He cried out, hiding timidly behind the ridge of the crater's edge.\n“I did! Down here!” The voice was surprisingly loud and clear, considering it was coming from the bottom of a sizzling, smoking crater. “I think I'm a bit lost!”\n“Y-yes, a bit!” Matt whimpered. “A-are you from space?”\n“That's right!” Came the voice. “I'm from the moon!”\n“The moon?” Matt cocked his head. “I didn't think there was aliens on the moon..”\n“Well, I didn't think there were aliens on Earth!” The voice giggled. Matt found himself giggling in response.\n“We're not aliens!” He purred. “You are! You can call me Matt, that's my name! Do they have names on the moon?”\nThe voice hummed in thought. “I think you can call me Gary.”\n“Gary? That's not a very alien name.”\n“Isn't it?” The voice sounded a bit disappointed. “I'm sorry Matt.”\n“O-oh no, you don't have to apologise, Gary!” Matt smiled. “Uhm.. Are you comfy in there?”\n“Hmm? In here? I suppose not.. I'd love to come out, but I'm not very big. I might get lost.”\nMatt thought for a moment. “Do you come in peace?”\n“Peace? What does that mean?”\n“Do you want to.. Hurt anyone?”\n“Oh, no, not at all! I'd hate to hurt anybody. I hope I didn't on my way down!”\n“Do you promise?..” Matt sounded somewhat cynical.\n“I promise. All I want to do is start a new life here on Earth!”\nThe Umbreon paused, before peeking out from behind the ridge. “They have tupperware at the camp. I could get a box for you and take you to my tent! Nobody else sleeps in there.”\n“Would that be alright? I wouldn't want to impose!”\n“No, no, it's fine! I'd be happy to help!” Matt smiled. “I'll just go and get a container and we can put you in there!”\n“Why don't I come with you?” Gary's calm voice chirped. \n“H.. How? You mean, walk alongside me?”\n“No, silly! I'll just keep talking to you from in here!” The voice sounded excited.\n“You can? How?” Matt cocked his head, and batted his ears.\n“The same way I'm talking to you now; telepathically!” \n“Whoa, really?” Matt grinned. “Well, uh.. Let's go!” He stood up and made his way back to camp, clambering over the stile.\n“So, what's a camp?” Came Gary's voice. Matt instinctively looked around, but remembered that he was speaking directly into his head.\n“It's where people can stay and sleep when they're out in the wilderness! Ours is a summer camp. We have lotsa tents, and counselors who look after us!”\n“Maybe I can stay in the camp too!”\n“Well, maybe! How small are you, Gary?” Matt asked, keeping his voice down as he wandered past the tents.\n“Oooh, only a few inches. I'm quite small indeed.” Gary cooed. Matt giggled, and jogged over to the counselors office.\nGlancing into the window, he looked into the building and saw the tupperware box Andrew had used to catch the slugs sitting on his desk. “Hmm.. I wonder how to get inside?”\n“Maybe the door's unlocked?”\nMatt rattled the doorknob, and huffed. “Nope. It's locked up tight.”\n“What about the window?” Gary asked. For an alien, he seemed to know a lot about Earth things.\nMatt wandered over to the window, and slid it open. “It's open! It works!”\nThe Umbreon clambered up to the window, and fell into the office rather ungracefully. He grunted as he hit the floor, and stood up shakily. “Are you alright, Matt?”\n“Yeah. Just hit my elbow..” He rubbed his arm with a huff, and wandered over to the desk, picking up the tupperware box. “I can't see the lid anywhere.. Is that ok?”\n“That should be fine, Matt. I'd love the fresh air.”\nMatt nodded, put the box in his rucksack, before heading back out of the office with an equally clumsy landing. “Ow.”\n\nMatt peered down the crater, clutching the box in his paws. “Is it very hot down there, Gary? I don't have any shoes on..”\n“It's cooled off here, Matt! Just a bit warm.”\nMatt hesitated, before reaching a foot down against the soil. It was warm, indeed, but not hot, so the curious cub began to clamber down the crater and reach the wrinkled rock at the bottom. “How do I get you out of there?”\n“I'll head out now, Matt.” Gary's voice sounded friendly, and calm. Matt watched the rock begin to glow. It began to fall apart, crumbling almost into sand before his eyes. Matt stared in awe, as the rock fizzled away, leaving behind a purple and yellow-spotted.. Slimy thing.\n“Gary? Is that slimy thing you?”\n“That's me!” The slug-like alien's 'head' raised up to look at Matt. “You're very cute indeed!”\nMatt blushed. “U-uh, thank you!” Staring at Gary reminded Matt of the slugs that had infested his tent. He shuddered a bit.\n“Is everything alright?”\n“Y.. Yeah, I'm just. Thinking about something else. It's fine.” Matt gulped, and gently picked Gary up. He was warm, and slippery. The cub almost dropped him, but eventually managed to get him into the tupperware container. “Is it comfy in there?”\n“It's quite alright in here, thank you! Shall we go back to your tent?”\nMatt stared at the gooey little gastropod. The colours on his body seemed to move like ink below the skin. “Sure, sure!” The Umbreon smiled, standing up and skipping along to his tent. Maybe now he'd have some company that didn't think he was so weird!\n\nMatt had unpacked his things, and was sitting in his tent watching the mollusc ooze around the tupperware box. “What do you think, Gary?”\n“It's very cosy in here. It's just you?”\n“Just US now!” Matt smiled, his tail wagging. Gary chuckled.\n“Just us now, of course.” The alien wiggled a bit. “It's very late tonight, Matt. You look tired.”\n“Tired? I'm not tired.” Matt cocked his head. “Why, are you?”\n“Mm, I'm exhausted. It's been such a busy night.” Gary squirmed a bit. “Maybe we should go to bed.”\nMatt was suddenly struck with a strange sensation; and rubbed his head. He felt fuzzy. Tired. “Y-yeah, okay. Maybe we-”\nMatt fell backwards, snoring softly. He was asleep already, his mind so fuzzy and muddled.\nThe slug slowly made its way out of the tupperware box, and dragged itself over to the unconscious cub. Gently, he pulled himself up onto Matt's arm, and snaked his way up it.\nIt took him a while, but eventually the slug had made its way up to Matt's neck. The alien pressed on, slithering over to Matt's mouth, and pressing between his lips.\n\nMatt's body tensed up. It had been some 20 minutes since Gary had entered his maw and slipped down his throat.\nHis fingers and toes began to curl and wiggle.\nHis mouth trembled, opening and closing, and making different shapes.\nHis eyelids opened, and closed. His eyes seemed to be glassed-over.\nHe sat up, and lay down. His arms and legs lifted into the air, and lowered back down again.\nBetween his legs, his member erected, twitching, and throbbing, while he climaxed, dry cumming in his boxers.\nIt was as though his body was being used, every little part of his nervous system being checked and tested.\nThe cub's body went limp once more, and he returned to his snoring.\nThere was stillness for another half hour, before Matt sat up slowly.\nThe cub got to his feet, and his body swayed. He stood for a while, snoring as he slept. His body was completely under control.\n\nMatt stepped out of the tent, and stood in the cold grass. He winced a bit in the cold, but his mind was still so fuzzy. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't wake up.\nHe was holding the tupperware box in his hand, and his eyes were half-open, glazed over and vacant. The cub turned, and let out a quiet, sleepy mumble, as he was walked down past the tents. He was being led back to the counselors office.\nClimbing up up the window, Matt landed on his feet on the other side. He put the box back where it had been found, and stood there in silence for a while.\n“I'm Matt,” he said in the darkness. There was nobody around to hear him. “I'm Matt. I'm Matt. Nice to meet you.”\nThe little cub smiled sleepily. As he was puppeteered, his head was flooded with pleasure, and good feelings, and he loved it.. In fact, it was more than love.\nHe craved it.\nHis entire body was flooded with those addictive hormones. He let out a sleepy sigh, and turned around, leaving the office, once more landing perfectly on the other side of the window, and slid the glass pane back in place before walking back to his tent.\n\nHe pulled off his shirt, and his boxers too. Fondling his sheath, the snoring Umbreon lay down, letting his member stiffen, and fill his grip.\nHis hand began to pump, squeezing that thick little member and stroking from tip to knot.\nHis little toes curled as he snored louder, moaning in his forced sleep as his body molested him.\nThe Umbreon's back arched, his breathing getting faster, as his flesh began to twitch and throb. The intense pleasure being supplied to his body was enough to have him on the edge of orgasm already, his aching cock throbbing and bouncing hard, as if pleading for release.\nPushing himself over the edge, Matt let out a sleepy little grunt, orgasming once again. His balls weren't yet ready to produce any mess, so his cock just swung and bounced in the air as he finished off.\nHe snored peacefully, before taking his cock again, and beginning to pump.\nIt didn't matter how sensitive his member had become, he no longer had any control. He no longer had any awareness. He just felt the pleasure.\nHis toes curled tightly, his claws peeking out from his soft digits, as he rubbed and jerked and pumped faster and faster.\nAnother sleepy little grunt escaped his lips as he came once more, thrusting into his paw with gusto.\nOnce more, his paw restarted, stroking his aching, throbbing member. Drool dribbled down his cheek as he continued his animalistic pleasuring. The air was punctuated with his little moans and grunts.\nIt would be a long night yet.\n\nSunlight bled through the fabric of the tents, and Matt's eyes slowly opened.\nHe sat up, and rubbed his head. “Wh..” He groaned. His fur was damp with sweat, his sleeping bag still bundled into his bag. He was nude, lying in the middle of a rather bare-looking tent.\nHis cheeks burnt as he squeaked, and quickly pulled on his boxers. What had happened last night? All he remembered was reaching the wooden stile..\nI turned around and walked back to the tent.\nThere was a voice in his head. It wasn't his..\nNo, it had to be his. It was in his head, after all.\nMatt nodded to himself. “I turned around, and.. And walked back to the tent.” He huffed, and pulled his t-shirt on, slipping into a pair of shorts as he wandered out of his tent, towards the main camp grounds.\n\nAll the cubs attending the camp were milling up to the main building, ready to eat breakfast. Matt wandered up with a skip in his step. Despite waking up nude, without his sleeping bag, he was feeling pretty good this morning. He waved at a couple of the other kids as he wandered into the big hall, and lined up for breakfast.\n\nThat morning, Matt decided to treat himself. He took one of the little cereal boxes, an orange, a banana, two slices of toast, some bacon, eggs, sausage, beans, a glass of orange juice, and a cookie. He got a few funny looks as he piled the food up on his plate, and took his loaded tray to his seat and began to eat.\nThe breakfast didn't last long; the cub wolfed down his food, and chugged his orange juice in record time. His plate was cleaned in mere minutes, and, with his tail wagging, he stood up and went back for seconds.\nA few of the kids began to mutter to themselves and giggle as Matt began to wolf down a second heaped plateful.\nKatie was watching, and with a concerned look, she stepped forward. “Hey, Matty. Good morning.”\nMatt looked up at the husky and wagged his tail, greeting her with his mouth still full of food. “G'muhmmnn!”\nKatie sat beside Matt, and hesitated for a moment. “So.. You seem like you have a pretty big appetite this morning, huh, cub?”\nMatt nodded, swallowing another mouthful. “I been real hungry this morning.. I dunno why, I just really needed to eat!”\nKatie wondered if he was overfeeding himself on purpose. Maybe a stress response. Maybe he was trying to make himself ill because of the incident with Darryl.\n“Well,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “Maybe just stick to two plates this morning, huh? Keep that attitude up for lunch this afternoon?”\nMatt let out a little whine, which clearly caught the cub off-guard. He didn't have any problems with waiting until lunch.. Did he? “O-okay, Katie, this'll be my last plate!”\nShe smiled, and petted his head. “If anything happens with Darryl again, come talk to me, okay? I'm here for you Matty.”\n“Ffnkoo Katie,” Matt mumbled, finishing off another forkful of food.\n\nDuring most of the day, Matt was keeping to himself. He seemed to be walking the perimeter of the camp, talking to himself. His strange behaviour was definitely turning heads, and Andrew had been keeping an eye on him ever since Katie had brought up Matt's eating habits that morning.\nThe hyena watched the Umbreon carefully from his office. Katie was sat there with him, twiddling her thumbs.\n“What do you think's up with him, Andy?” She asked. She was clearly concerned about the cub. After all, she was always there to stick up for the underdog.\nAndrew's eyes narrowed. “I don't know. He hasn't acted so.. Strangely the whole week.” He paused, and turned to face the husky. “Do you think it's because of the business with Darryl?”\n“I was thinking maybe it was stress,” Katie nodded. “Like, maybe he's just really freaked out, and not coping too well.”\n“Hmm.” Andrew sighed. “Well, even if he did hit Darryl with that rock-”\n“Which he clearly didn't,” Katie huffed.\n“Even IF he did,” Andrew continued, “we can't just sit by and let a cub be so clearly troubled.”\n“Agreed,” she nodded, crossing her arms. “What can we do?”\n“Well,” he pondered for a moment. “He's not got any tentmates?”\n“None. It's just him.”\nThe hyena thought for a moment, before turning to Katie once more. “Would you be willing to share his tent for the second week?”\n“Me? Uh, well.. I was a babysitter for a few months. I guess I could do that.”\n“Just to keep an eye on him. I don't want his behaviour getting any worse, and you both seem to get on pretty well.”\n“Yeah, of course,” Katie nodded. “I'd be happy to do that, yeah.”\nAndrew smiled, and turned to peer out of the window once more at the Umbreon. He seemed to be talking to himself. “I hope he's not too freaked out by any of this.”\n“I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll bring it up at lunch.”\n\n“S-sleeping in my tent?”\nMatt blushed, hiding somewhat behind his large tail. Katie nodded, and smiled. “Again, if you don't wanna do it, it's fine! I just thought you'd like the company next week. Maybe even be able to fend off any bullies or anything for ya!”\nMatt giggled, and blushed, peeking out somewhat from behind his tail. “W-well, I.. I wouldn't mind havin' someone to talk to at night.”\nKatie smiled. “Awesome! I can't wait for Monday~”\nMatt giggled, and purred as the husky stroked his head. He turned to the table, and tucked into his second helping of dinner.\n\nThat evening, Matt lay in his sleeping bag, and purred softly. Finally, someone to bunk with! Someone to talk to and stay up late with!\n“I thought that was me, Matt.”\nMatt sat up, and huffed. He and Gary hadn't talked since dinner.\n“W-well, we can still talk too, Gary! But it's much easier to talk to someone who's.. Well, who's really here with me.” The cub whimpered, cowering a bit. “I hope you're not mad..”\nThere was silence for a moment.\n“But we can still play?”\n“Oh, yeah!”\n“And hang out, and talk?”\n“Yes, of course, Gary!” Matt's tail wagged as he nodded eagerly. “Uhm.. Where exactly are you, anyhow?”\n“Oh, that doesn't matter, silly.” Gary let out some intoxicating liquids, and Matt's eyes began to glaze over, his eyelids drooping as a smile grew on his face. “Nothing matters.”\n“N-nuh.. Nothin'..?” Matt mumbled, his head drooping forward.\n“Nothing.” Gary's voice was so soothing. Matt had very little trouble in sacrificing control to the slug.. Not that he had much of a choice.\nMatt zipped open the sleeping bag, and stood up, swaying again. He giggled drunkenly, his head swimming with wonderful, incredible feelings. It tingled, and it tickled, and it hummed throughout his body like a vibration.\n“Why don't you just relax, Matty?”\n“Mm'already 'laxed.” The Umbreon yawned, and sighed, standing in the middle of his tent.\n“Well, we're going to go and see Darryl.”\n“Daaaarryl,” Matt giggled. He was completely out of it. He didn't put up a fight as his body took a step forward, and he was taken to the opening of the tent. His limp hands fumbled at the zipper, and opened it up.\n\nMatt was marched down the grassy path, over to Darryl's tent.\n“I'm going to need to take charge now, Matt.” Gary's voice crooned throughout Matt's mind. Matt just let out a sleepy sigh and nodded, his head so heavy as he giggled to himself.\nMatt's body tensed up as he stood up straight. He opened his maw, and took something out of it, holding it in his paw. His tail dropped to the floor, his ears perking up as he stepped over to tent 9, and scratched at the fabric.\nDarryl, awake and on his phone, heard the scratching. The coyote glanced up at the shadow showing through the fabric, and grimaced. “Who's there? Who is that?”\nHis tentmate grunted, and turned over. “Shuddup, Darryl, 'mtrynasleeeeeeeep,” the fox huffed. Darryl grunted, and grabbed a torch, before making his way out of his tent.\nHe turned the corner and shone his light at the figure: it was Matt. He turned and smiled at the coyote. “Evening, Darryl.”\n“What the hell are you doing up so late?” The canine scowled. “What are you doing at my tent, shithead?”\n“I just came to apologise for hitting you with that rock.” Matt stepped closer to Darryl. “It was really out of line. I'm very sorry.”\n“What are you talking about, idiot?” Darryl grunted. “I hit myself with the stupid rock!”\n“Oh, you did? I thought I'd hit you with it. I must have misremembered.” Matt shrugged.\nDarryl scowled. “You really are a retard, Umbreon.”\nMatt paused, and let out a little sigh. “Hey, Darryl. Can I show you something?”\nThe coyote groaned. “What do you want n--”\nMatt had opened his paw, and showed off a small slug. It shared Gary's strange colours, but was much, much smaller.\nDarryl looked down at it, and stared at Matt, unimpressed. “What, you want payback for the sl-”\nThe slug shot down Matt's body, and slithered across the grass, snaking up Darryl's front and into his maw.\nDarryl yelped, and coughed, spluttering and spitting. “Ackpth-eww!! It just went in my mouth, dude!! What the fuck? I'm gonna be sick!!”\nThe coyote's coughing and complaining came to an abrupt stop. He stood there, in silence, and dropped the torch.\nHe mumbled something, having some conversation with something. He nodded slowly, and stepped closer to Matt.\n“Good boy,” Matt smiled, still in Gary's control. Darryl nodded, his tail wagging, as he followed Matt to his tent.\n\nDarryl and Matt stood in tent 7. Gary had since relinquished control of Matt, and resumed flooding his brain with pheromones. Matt purred softly, swaying with a giggle. Darryl was doing much of the same.\n“What do you want to do to Darryl, Matt?” Gary's voice rang out in both cubs' heads.\n“Iunno~” Matt sleepily responded. “Wanna lickis feeeeeet~”\n“What do you want to do to Matt, Darryl?” Gary once again spoke to both cubs. The coyote shrugged and wagged his tail. “Mmmake 'um happy I s'pose.”\nThe slugs began to influence the cubs once more. Darryl stripped down naked, and Matt followed suit. The coyote's member was hard, and throbbing, and Matt's was peeking from his sheath.\nDarryl's foot lifted into the air, but the cub managed to stay balanced. It was clear the creatures the cubs played host to had quite an impressive amount of control.\nMatt stepped forward drowsily, and took hold of Darryl's ankle, before pressing his tongue to the cub's heel.\nHis soft, warm tongue dragged from heel to toe, savouring the taste. His member throbbed as Matt let out a sleepy little moan, licking the large black pawpad on the ball of the canine's paw. He licked between each toe, as Darryl spread them for the Umbreon to lick. The coyote giggled and mumbled sleepily, two nigh-unconscious cubs being puppeteered to fulfil their fantasies.\nMatt took the coyote's toes into his maw and began to suck, the sweet-and-salty taste just driving him on.\nDarryl let out a happy little moan, before he began to snore, the pheromones getting the best of him as Matt continued to worship his soft, cub feet.\nThe slugs fed off of the pleasure, and did what they could to keep the boys stimulated.\nMatt was loving the taste of Darryl's feet, savouring the musky, savoury taste of his black pawpads. His cock twitched between his legs, glowing with a dull green light as the little Umbreon's tongue slid back and forth between the other boy's toes. His feet were so soft and plush, and Matt's head was flooding with pleasure and pheromones and wonderful, intense sensations. It wasn't long before he let out a sleepy little groan, and his little member began to bounce up and down, his pink balls pumping his non-existent mess.\nGary fed on the sensation and rewarded Matt with more of those intoxicating pheromones.\n“Stop.” The slug commanded.\nMatt stood back up slowly, and Darryl planted his wet footpaw onto the floor, swaying as he snored. The slugs gave the cubs their silent commands, and Matt fell to his knees, taking Darryl's cock into his maw and beginning to lick and suck.\nThe Umbreon's rough, warm canine tongue lapped at Darryl's tip, and licked down his shaft as his head bobbed to and fro. The sleeping coyote let our a moan, and his body was made to grip Matt's head, and begin to fuck his eager little mouth.\nDarryl, a few years older than Matt, was quite the mouthful for the Pokemon, but Matt had no difficulty sucking the older boy's cock. He lapped at the salty precum and swallowed it down obediently, sucking harder and dragging his tongue over every inch of Darryl's length.\nThe coyote's head lifted, and he let out an elongated moan. He was close, already. The slug within him was hungry for his pleasure.\nMatt was made to pull away, and open wide, as Darryl's cock began to feel tingly.\nIn fact, it felt as though Matt had never stopped sucking. It was warm and wet and it felt incredible; the slugs had such total control over their hosts that they could make them feel whatever they desired them to.\nIt wasn't long before Darryl came, and came hard. Unlike Matt, he wasn't a dry cummer – his seed splattered all over Matt's muzzle, and his face, but the little dark type managed to catch a large amount in his maw, and swallowed it hungrily.\nDarryl moaned and groaned quietly, cumming as hard as he could, and marking Matt beneath him.\nAs his climax subsided, the coyote was commanded to his knees, too, and his tongue began to lick all over Matt's sticky, messy face. He cleaned Matt of all the cum he'd sprayed onto him, and before long, his tongue was in the Pokemon's mouth, and the two cubs began to kiss deeply, feeding their masters a steady slew of pleasure as the cubs fell to the floor, kissing and touching and stroking and moaning, long, long into the night.\n\nBy morning, Darryl was back in his tent, and Matt was slowly waking up in his sleeping bag. What had happened last night? He looked around his tent, but nothing seemed out of place. He must have just fallen asleep again.\nHe got dressed and wandered out of the tent, making his way up to the main camp grounds with the other kids. He smiled, and waved at Katie, who was handing out plates to the hungry cubs.\n“G'moring Katie!” He smiled, taking a plate from the husky.\n“Good morning Matt! You look like you slept well!”\n“I guess I did!~” He smiled up at her. “Are we still gonna share a tent?”\n“Absolutely!” She wagged her tail. “It's Monday, so tonight, we'll be bunkmates!”\nMatt purred happily and wagged his tail too. “I can't wait!~” He smiled, taking his plate into the mess hall.\n'Neither can I,' Gary's voice purred within the cub's head.","writing_bbcode_parsed":""OK, OK, calm down, kids. It's just a few slugs."
The cubs crowded around Tent 7, a mixture of curious wonder and slight disgust, gasping and murmuring to one another. There appeared to be some ten slugs slithering around inside of it, coating the sleeping bag, rucksack, snacks and assorted belongings in mucus.
Andrew, a young hyena on the team of camp counselors, picked each slug up one by one, and placed them into a tupperware box.
Matt, the cub who stayed in Tent 7, cried as he stared at his mucus-coated accommodation. The other counsellors comforted the Umbreon, patting his head.
“There, there, it's ok. We'll get your sleeping bag cleaned and dried before bedtime tonight.” Katie, a husky, scratched behind Matt's ears gently. “I promise.”
The Pokemon sniffled, and looked at the crowd of cubs around the tent. One boy seemed to be laughing pretty hard; Darryl, the coyote cub.
The Umbreon scowled. He wasn't stupid. He knew who'd done it, and the perpetrator was laughing it up at the back of the crowd.
He huffed, and sat on the grass dejectedly, wiping his eyes. Matt stared at the coyote, who gave a mean-spirited wave.
Matt sat in the counselor's office, staring at his feet. The counselors stood before him with kind expressions.
“Do you know who would have done this to you, Matty?” Andrew asked, kneeling down before the cub with a concerned look. “We’d hate for you to be being bullied at camp. You’re supposed to be having fun here, we can’t let that kind of behaviour slide!”
He hesitated for a moment, before nodding. “I think it was Darryl.”
“From Tent 9?”
The little cub nodded. “He’s been mean to me since we came here, and he was laughing when my tent was being cleaned out..”
The counselors glanced at each other, before Andrew made a note in a little book.
“Thank you for telling us, Matt. We’ll look into it for you.” He smiled, and rubbed his ears. The cub blushed, and mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’.
For most of his life, other kids had treated Matt differently.
He was strangely coloured, with weird club-like ears and a tail, and he had a tendency to glow at night. While some people thought his appearance was interesting, a lot of his peers saw targets; opportunities to bully the Umbreon and make a mockery of him.
Thanks to past incidents with other kids, he wasn’t exactly a secure little lad. He had problems with stress and anxiety, which, in turn, led to more bullying from other kids.
His parents had hoped the time at camp would give Matt a breather from the stresses at school. Matt had hoped so, too, but it seemed as though luck wasn’t quite on his side.
Matthew sat in the lunch tent, picking at his food with his fork. He wasn’t very hungry. His mashed potatoes and gravy just looked.. Slimy.
With a huff, he pushed his plate away. He was the only kid at camp without any tent partners. Most other tents had 2 or 3 cubs each, except for his.
On the one hand, he appreciated the solitude at night. But on the other, he had to sit alone at mealtimes, and team up with counselors for group activities. It didn’t exactly help his vulnerable image.
Katie, one of the counselors, sat beside Matt, and smiled. “Hey there, honey! Mind if I sit here?”
He shrugged, folding his arms on the table, and laying his head on them.
The husky sighed, and patted his back. “It’s okay, pumpkin. I know you’re not enjoying it here.”
“Why don’t they like me?” Matt sniffled. Katie paused for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say.
“Well.. Kids are just.. Mean like that. They see different things, and they don’t understand them, so they just.. Attack them.” She sighed, and scratched Matt's ears.
“I don’t want to be different.” The dejected cub whimpered into his arms.
“But Matt, honey, being different isn’t a bad thing!”
“It is, when you get bullied for it.” He mumbled, with a sniffle.
“I suppose so, but look at it this way. Who else can glow like you can, hm?”
Matt paused, and his fur glimmered slightly. “W-well..”
“Can Darryl?”
“No. He can’t.”
Katie grinned, and gave his ears another little scritch. “And who else has such cute ears?”
Matt blushed. “Mine aren’t cute. They’re weird.”
“I think they make you look handsome.”
“Thanks Katie..” He sniffled a bit.
“It’s okay, kiddo. I’m sure everything’s going to turn out fine.” She gave the Umbreon a hug, and the cub reluctantly hugged her back.
It was late. The cubs had finished their dinner, and put away the things they'd used that day. It was time for bed, and the counselors watched over the cubs reluctantly milling over to their tents.
Matt wandered out of the bathroom building, and watched the others wandering to their tents. 'It must be bedtime already', he decided to himself, as he wandered down the lane to his tent.
The row of tents was in an almost horseshoe formation, with a small wooded area in the middle. Matt liked to walk through the trees, and he did so every day. He made his way down to the other cubs, but detoured into the trees.
It wasn't a necessarily large woods, but just large enough that he could get to his tent with minimal interaction from anyone else.
He hummed quietly, his fur and pawpads glowing softly in the moonlight. He was blissfully unaware of the shadowy figure that was following close behind him; the one which had been on his tail since leaving the outhouse.
Matt wandered down the little path, littered with leaves and stones, and hummed quietly. Unfortunately, his tranquility was soon to be shattered with a loud SNAP.
His ears perked up. He froze in place, and his body stiffened up.
“H.. Hello?” He whimpered. “I-is someone behind me?..”
He closed his eyes tight, and gulped down his fear, swinging himself around to see who was there. Unsurprisingly, it was the coyote cub.
“Darryl?! What are you doi--ow!” Matt grunted as he was shoved down to the muddy ground.
“You told the counselors I slimed your tent, didn’t you?!” Darryl glared down, baring his teeth with a snarl.
“B-but you did!!” Matt whined. “I saw you laughing!”
“Who cares if I did? You snitched on me!”
“I’m.. I’m sorry!” The Umbreon whimpered, trying to crawl away from the canine. “Please, don't hurt me..!”
“I'm gonna do way more than that, you freak,” Darryl snarled. He reached down, and picked up a little rock.
“W-wait, what are you going to do.. No, wait! Don't hit me!” Matt cried out, flinching hard, as Darryl raised his hand..
And hit himself in the face with the rock.
Matthew stared in bewilderment as Darryl crumpled to the floor and whined, clutching his face.
“D-Darryl.. Are you okay?! Should I get a counsellor?!”
Darryl stood up, and ran off out of the woods, back over to the rest of the cubs. What a.. Strange series of events.
Matt stood up a bit shakily, and dusted the soil off of his shorts, before cautiously making his way over to the tents.
As he left the woods, he was suddenly aware that people were staring at him.
'Aw, great,' the Umbreon thought to himself. 'I went through there to get AWAY from being stared at..'
“What is it?” Matt rubbed his arm nervously. “A-am I glowing again?”
Andrew walked over. He looked rather stern. “Matthew, I think you, Darryl and I need to have a talk in the counselors office.”
“W-- what do you mean?” Matt whimpered.
“Come on, Matthew.” Andrew walked briskly back to the main campsite, and Matt followed anxiously behind him.
Matt sat in one room in the counselors office, and kicked his feet anxiously. He wasn't sure what was going on. He just wanted to go to bed..
Andrew walked into the room, with Darryl behind him, sobbing and clutching his eye. Matt stared at the coyote, and then up at the older hyena. “What's happening, Andrew?..”
Andrew took a seat behind his desk, and Darryl sat opposite Matt. “Matthew, did you throw a rock at Darryl?”
“What?! N-no, I didn't!!” Matt whined in protest.
“Well, what happened then? I already have Darryl's side of the story.”
The coyote sniffled and rubbed his bruised eye.
“Darryl followed me into the woods, and-and he pushed me onto the ground, and yelled at me for snitching on him about the slugs, and-- and then he hit himself with the rock!”
“He hit.. Himself with the rock?”
“Yeah, he did!!” Matt whined.
“I'll be honest, Matt.” Andrew sighed, and leaned back in his chair. “I'm much more inclined to believe your side of the story..”
“Hey!” Darryl yelped.
“But,” the hyena tapped his desk idly. “I'm struggling to imagine Darryl hitting himself with the rock. Even if everything else you said is true, wouldn't it be more plausible that you hit him out of anger, Matt?”
The Umbreon whimpered, and felt his stomach sink. “I swear, I-I didn't! He picked it up and I thought he was gonna hit me, but then he hit himself.. I-I bet he's done it just to get me in trouble!!”
“Matt,” Andrew sighed. “I understand how you're feeling. But I've just got.. Doubts, is all. Just doubts. If you HAVE hit him..”
“I haven't!”
“IF you hit him, we're gonna have to call your parents and see what to do. I can't have you lashing out at other cubs. Violence won't be tolerated.”
“B-but Andrew..” Matt sniffed, tears forming in his eyes, as the hyena turned to the other cub.
“As for YOU, Darryl.. If you hit yourself with that rock, on top of what you did to Matt? We're just going to have to ban you from coming to camp next year.”
“What?! Why me? I'm the one who got hit with the rock!” The coyote snarled.
“Yes, and you've been bullying Matt all week so far. We're not stupid, Darryl.” Andrew muttered. Darryl huffed, and crossed his arms. He glared at Matt, who averted the bully's eyes. “Now, both of you, get to your tents, and go to bed. We'll talk about this more in the morning. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Andrew,” the two mumbled with a sombre tone. With that, the cubs were escorted to their tents.
It was 20 past midnight. Matt couldn't sleep. He lay awake in his sleeping bag (which was still a bit damp from being washed earlier), simpering and crying to himself. He was gonna get kicked out of camp, he just knew it.. And he knew Darryl was trying to get him into trouble, too!
He turned over and whimpered, his green glow illuminating the inside of his tent. Maybe he should just run away.. The camp was a long, long way from home, but he didn't care. He just wanted to escape.
Sitting up, the Umbreon looked around his tent. He reached out and grabbed his rucksack, and began to pile his belongings into it. His clothes, his teddy bear, his sleeping bag.. He hurriedly piled them all into the little bag, and whimpered to himself. 'This is it,' he thought to himself. 'I'll run away and everyone'll be sorry they ever believed Darryl!'
Poking his head out of the flaps on the front of his tent, Matt looked around to see if anyone was up and about.
Seeing that the coast was clear, he stepped out of his tent, and trembled. Part of his shivering was down to the cold night air, but he'd have been lying if he'd said he wasn't terrified. He'd never run away before, and he wasn't exactly sure how to start.
He took a step forward, and paused. Well, there was no turning back now. He'd taken the first step towards being a runaway.
Directly in front of him was the little wooded area. Maybe that'd be a good place to start. The path through it led down to a big wooden stile, and beyond that was open country as far as the eye could see.
Matt puffed his chest up, and walked forward with determination; only one goal in his mind: To escape.
Matt trudged down the path with the occasional triumphant hum to himself. This might just have been the best idea he'd ever had! He churred softly to himself as he wandered down the path. Why didn't more people run away from their problems? This is amazing! No responsibility, no worries, no counselors to look after him, no lovely warm tent to shield him from the elements, no family to pick him up after camp and take him home..
He had gradually come to a stop, standing before the stile, mulling things over in his head.
“..I want my mummy..”
Matt sat down on the stile and started to cry into his hands, his ears drooping as everything started to crumble around him. “I don't want to run away! I wanna go back!..”
He sobbed a little harder, and wiped the tears off of his cheeks. He stood up, and turned to head back to the tents.
At that very moment, the lights appeared.
The sky turned an ethereal purple, as bolts of colour shot through the clouds. The Umbreon couldn't help but turn and stare at the silent lights. It couldn't be lightning, there wasn't any thunder!
The lights flashed and sparked, with strange, unnatural colours. The cub had never seen anything like it before. He was equal parts terrified and curious.
From the eye of this colourful storm, a bright white light appeared. At first, a pinprick, growing steadily. Matt squinted. It was a very bright light.
As he stared, he realised it wasn't quite growing, but rather getting closer. Something was falling from the sky! Matt yelped, and took cover behind a nearby tree.
Whatever it was, it hit the ground hard. The earth beneath his feet shook, the leaves rustling above him as the object slammed into the field outside the stile.
Matt stayed stock-still for a good five minutes, trembling. There was nothing but silence after the impact.
Peeking out from behind the tree, he stared. There was a big, smoking crater in the field ahead. The lights had stopped, too.
Hesitantly, Matt clambered over the stile, and wandered over to the scar in the earth. It was a little warm, but not too hot, considering something had just fallen from what the Umbreon could only assume was outer space.
Matt peered into the smoking hole. Down there in the bottom was a strange, wrinkled rock.
“Hello?” The Umbreon cried out. “Is-- is someone down there? An alien or something?”
Matt didn't hear any response. He turned back and looked in the direction of camp. 'Maybe I should go back and fetch a counselor,' the cub thought to himself.
“No, don't do that!” Came the voice.
Matt froze, his fur bristling. He turned slowly to the crater, suddenly feeling a cold dread upon him. “W-who said that? Who's there?!” He cried out, hiding timidly behind the ridge of the crater's edge.
“I did! Down here!” The voice was surprisingly loud and clear, considering it was coming from the bottom of a sizzling, smoking crater. “I think I'm a bit lost!”
“Y-yes, a bit!” Matt whimpered. “A-are you from space?”
“That's right!” Came the voice. “I'm from the moon!”
“The moon?” Matt cocked his head. “I didn't think there was aliens on the moon..”
“Well, I didn't think there were aliens on Earth!” The voice giggled. Matt found himself giggling in response.
“We're not aliens!” He purred. “You are! You can call me Matt, that's my name! Do they have names on the moon?”
The voice hummed in thought. “I think you can call me Gary.”
“Gary? That's not a very alien name.”
“Isn't it?” The voice sounded a bit disappointed. “I'm sorry Matt.”
“O-oh no, you don't have to apologise, Gary!” Matt smiled. “Uhm.. Are you comfy in there?”
“Hmm? In here? I suppose not.. I'd love to come out, but I'm not very big. I might get lost.”
Matt thought for a moment. “Do you come in peace?”
“Peace? What does that mean?”
“Do you want to.. Hurt anyone?”
“Oh, no, not at all! I'd hate to hurt anybody. I hope I didn't on my way down!”
“Do you promise?..” Matt sounded somewhat cynical.
“I promise. All I want to do is start a new life here on Earth!”
The Umbreon paused, before peeking out from behind the ridge. “They have tupperware at the camp. I could get a box for you and take you to my tent! Nobody else sleeps in there.”
“Would that be alright? I wouldn't want to impose!”
“No, no, it's fine! I'd be happy to help!” Matt smiled. “I'll just go and get a container and we can put you in there!”
“Why don't I come with you?” Gary's calm voice chirped.
“H.. How? You mean, walk alongside me?”
“No, silly! I'll just keep talking to you from in here!” The voice sounded excited.
“You can? How?” Matt cocked his head, and batted his ears.
“The same way I'm talking to you now; telepathically!”
“Whoa, really?” Matt grinned. “Well, uh.. Let's go!” He stood up and made his way back to camp, clambering over the stile.
“So, what's a camp?” Came Gary's voice. Matt instinctively looked around, but remembered that he was speaking directly into his head.
“It's where people can stay and sleep when they're out in the wilderness! Ours is a summer camp. We have lotsa tents, and counselors who look after us!”
“Maybe I can stay in the camp too!”
“Well, maybe! How small are you, Gary?” Matt asked, keeping his voice down as he wandered past the tents.
“Oooh, only a few inches. I'm quite small indeed.” Gary cooed. Matt giggled, and jogged over to the counselors office.
Glancing into the window, he looked into the building and saw the tupperware box Andrew had used to catch the slugs sitting on his desk. “Hmm.. I wonder how to get inside?”
“Maybe the door's unlocked?”
Matt rattled the doorknob, and huffed. “Nope. It's locked up tight.”
“What about the window?” Gary asked. For an alien, he seemed to know a lot about Earth things.
Matt wandered over to the window, and slid it open. “It's open! It works!”
The Umbreon clambered up to the window, and fell into the office rather ungracefully. He grunted as he hit the floor, and stood up shakily. “Are you alright, Matt?”
“Yeah. Just hit my elbow..” He rubbed his arm with a huff, and wandered over to the desk, picking up the tupperware box. “I can't see the lid anywhere.. Is that ok?”
“That should be fine, Matt. I'd love the fresh air.”
Matt nodded, put the box in his rucksack, before heading back out of the office with an equally clumsy landing. “Ow.”
Matt peered down the crater, clutching the box in his paws. “Is it very hot down there, Gary? I don't have any shoes on..”
“It's cooled off here, Matt! Just a bit warm.”
Matt hesitated, before reaching a foot down against the soil. It was warm, indeed, but not hot, so the curious cub began to clamber down the crater and reach the wrinkled rock at the bottom. “How do I get you out of there?”
“I'll head out now, Matt.” Gary's voice sounded friendly, and calm. Matt watched the rock begin to glow. It began to fall apart, crumbling almost into sand before his eyes. Matt stared in awe, as the rock fizzled away, leaving behind a purple and yellow-spotted.. Slimy thing.
“Gary? Is that slimy thing you?”
“That's me!” The slug-like alien's 'head' raised up to look at Matt. “You're very cute indeed!”
Matt blushed. “U-uh, thank you!” Staring at Gary reminded Matt of the slugs that had infested his tent. He shuddered a bit.
“Is everything alright?”
“Y.. Yeah, I'm just. Thinking about something else. It's fine.” Matt gulped, and gently picked Gary up. He was warm, and slippery. The cub almost dropped him, but eventually managed to get him into the tupperware container. “Is it comfy in there?”
“It's quite alright in here, thank you! Shall we go back to your tent?”
Matt stared at the gooey little gastropod. The colours on his body seemed to move like ink below the skin. “Sure, sure!” The Umbreon smiled, standing up and skipping along to his tent. Maybe now he'd have some company that didn't think he was so weird!
Matt had unpacked his things, and was sitting in his tent watching the mollusc ooze around the tupperware box. “What do you think, Gary?”
“It's very cosy in here. It's just you?”
“Just US now!” Matt smiled, his tail wagging. Gary chuckled.
“Just us now, of course.” The alien wiggled a bit. “It's very late tonight, Matt. You look tired.”
“Tired? I'm not tired.” Matt cocked his head. “Why, are you?”
“Mm, I'm exhausted. It's been such a busy night.” Gary squirmed a bit. “Maybe we should go to bed.”
Matt was suddenly struck with a strange sensation; and rubbed his head. He felt fuzzy. Tired. “Y-yeah, okay. Maybe we-”
Matt fell backwards, snoring softly. He was asleep already, his mind so fuzzy and muddled.
The slug slowly made its way out of the tupperware box, and dragged itself over to the unconscious cub. Gently, he pulled himself up onto Matt's arm, and snaked his way up it.
It took him a while, but eventually the slug had made its way up to Matt's neck. The alien pressed on, slithering over to Matt's mouth, and pressing between his lips.
Matt's body tensed up. It had been some 20 minutes since Gary had entered his maw and slipped down his throat.
His fingers and toes began to curl and wiggle.
His mouth trembled, opening and closing, and making different shapes.
His eyelids opened, and closed. His eyes seemed to be glassed-over.
He sat up, and lay down. His arms and legs lifted into the air, and lowered back down again.
Between his legs, his member erected, twitching, and throbbing, while he climaxed, dry cumming in his boxers.
It was as though his body was being used, every little part of his nervous system being checked and tested.
The cub's body went limp once more, and he returned to his snoring.
There was stillness for another half hour, before Matt sat up slowly.
The cub got to his feet, and his body swayed. He stood for a while, snoring as he slept. His body was completely under control.
Matt stepped out of the tent, and stood in the cold grass. He winced a bit in the cold, but his mind was still so fuzzy. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't wake up.
He was holding the tupperware box in his hand, and his eyes were half-open, glazed over and vacant. The cub turned, and let out a quiet, sleepy mumble, as he was walked down past the tents. He was being led back to the counselors office.
Climbing up up the window, Matt landed on his feet on the other side. He put the box back where it had been found, and stood there in silence for a while.
“I'm Matt,” he said in the darkness. There was nobody around to hear him. “I'm Matt. I'm Matt. Nice to meet you.”
The little cub smiled sleepily. As he was puppeteered, his head was flooded with pleasure, and good feelings, and he loved it.. In fact, it was more than love.
He craved it.
His entire body was flooded with those addictive hormones. He let out a sleepy sigh, and turned around, leaving the office, once more landing perfectly on the other side of the window, and slid the glass pane back in place before walking back to his tent.
He pulled off his shirt, and his boxers too. Fondling his sheath, the snoring Umbreon lay down, letting his member stiffen, and fill his grip.
His hand began to pump, squeezing that thick little member and stroking from tip to knot.
His little toes curled as he snored louder, moaning in his forced sleep as his body molested him.
The Umbreon's back arched, his breathing getting faster, as his flesh began to twitch and throb. The intense pleasure being supplied to his body was enough to have him on the edge of orgasm already, his aching cock throbbing and bouncing hard, as if pleading for release.
Pushing himself over the edge, Matt let out a sleepy little grunt, orgasming once again. His balls weren't yet ready to produce any mess, so his cock just swung and bounced in the air as he finished off.
He snored peacefully, before taking his cock again, and beginning to pump.
It didn't matter how sensitive his member had become, he no longer had any control. He no longer had any awareness. He just felt the pleasure.
His toes curled tightly, his claws peeking out from his soft digits, as he rubbed and jerked and pumped faster and faster.
Another sleepy little grunt escaped his lips as he came once more, thrusting into his paw with gusto.
Once more, his paw restarted, stroking his aching, throbbing member. Drool dribbled down his cheek as he continued his animalistic pleasuring. The air was punctuated with his little moans and grunts.
It would be a long night yet.
Sunlight bled through the fabric of the tents, and Matt's eyes slowly opened.
He sat up, and rubbed his head. “Wh..” He groaned. His fur was damp with sweat, his sleeping bag still bundled into his bag. He was nude, lying in the middle of a rather bare-looking tent.
His cheeks burnt as he squeaked, and quickly pulled on his boxers. What had happened last night? All he remembered was reaching the wooden stile..
I turned around and walked back to the tent.
There was a voice in his head. It wasn't his..
No, it had to be his. It was in his head, after all.
Matt nodded to himself. “I turned around, and.. And walked back to the tent.” He huffed, and pulled his t-shirt on, slipping into a pair of shorts as he wandered out of his tent, towards the main camp grounds.
All the cubs attending the camp were milling up to the main building, ready to eat breakfast. Matt wandered up with a skip in his step. Despite waking up nude, without his sleeping bag, he was feeling pretty good this morning. He waved at a couple of the other kids as he wandered into the big hall, and lined up for breakfast.
That morning, Matt decided to treat himself. He took one of the little cereal boxes, an orange, a banana, two slices of toast, some bacon, eggs, sausage, beans, a glass of orange juice, and a cookie. He got a few funny looks as he piled the food up on his plate, and took his loaded tray to his seat and began to eat.
The breakfast didn't last long; the cub wolfed down his food, and chugged his orange juice in record time. His plate was cleaned in mere minutes, and, with his tail wagging, he stood up and went back for seconds.
A few of the kids began to mutter to themselves and giggle as Matt began to wolf down a second heaped plateful.
Katie was watching, and with a concerned look, she stepped forward. “Hey, Matty. Good morning.”
Matt looked up at the husky and wagged his tail, greeting her with his mouth still full of food. “G'muhmmnn!”
Katie sat beside Matt, and hesitated for a moment. “So.. You seem like you have a pretty big appetite this morning, huh, cub?”
Matt nodded, swallowing another mouthful. “I been real hungry this morning.. I dunno why, I just really needed to eat!”
Katie wondered if he was overfeeding himself on purpose. Maybe a stress response. Maybe he was trying to make himself ill because of the incident with Darryl.
“Well,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “Maybe just stick to two plates this morning, huh? Keep that attitude up for lunch this afternoon?”
Matt let out a little whine, which clearly caught the cub off-guard. He didn't have any problems with waiting until lunch.. Did he? “O-okay, Katie, this'll be my last plate!”
She smiled, and petted his head. “If anything happens with Darryl again, come talk to me, okay? I'm here for you Matty.”
“Ffnkoo Katie,” Matt mumbled, finishing off another forkful of food.
During most of the day, Matt was keeping to himself. He seemed to be walking the perimeter of the camp, talking to himself. His strange behaviour was definitely turning heads, and Andrew had been keeping an eye on him ever since Katie had brought up Matt's eating habits that morning.
The hyena watched the Umbreon carefully from his office. Katie was sat there with him, twiddling her thumbs.
“What do you think's up with him, Andy?” She asked. She was clearly concerned about the cub. After all, she was always there to stick up for the underdog.
Andrew's eyes narrowed. “I don't know. He hasn't acted so.. Strangely the whole week.” He paused, and turned to face the husky. “Do you think it's because of the business with Darryl?”
“I was thinking maybe it was stress,” Katie nodded. “Like, maybe he's just really freaked out, and not coping too well.”
“Hmm.” Andrew sighed. “Well, even if he did hit Darryl with that rock-”
“Which he clearly didn't,” Katie huffed.
“Even IF he did,” Andrew continued, “we can't just sit by and let a cub be so clearly troubled.”
“Agreed,” she nodded, crossing her arms. “What can we do?”
“Well,” he pondered for a moment. “He's not got any tentmates?”
“None. It's just him.”
The hyena thought for a moment, before turning to Katie once more. “Would you be willing to share his tent for the second week?”
“Me? Uh, well.. I was a babysitter for a few months. I guess I could do that.”
“Just to keep an eye on him. I don't want his behaviour getting any worse, and you both seem to get on pretty well.”
“Yeah, of course,” Katie nodded. “I'd be happy to do that, yeah.”
Andrew smiled, and turned to peer out of the window once more at the Umbreon. He seemed to be talking to himself. “I hope he's not too freaked out by any of this.”
“I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll bring it up at lunch.”
“S-sleeping in my tent?”
Matt blushed, hiding somewhat behind his large tail. Katie nodded, and smiled. “Again, if you don't wanna do it, it's fine! I just thought you'd like the company next week. Maybe even be able to fend off any bullies or anything for ya!”
Matt giggled, and blushed, peeking out somewhat from behind his tail. “W-well, I.. I wouldn't mind havin' someone to talk to at night.”
Katie smiled. “Awesome! I can't wait for Monday~”
Matt giggled, and purred as the husky stroked his head. He turned to the table, and tucked into his second helping of dinner.
That evening, Matt lay in his sleeping bag, and purred softly. Finally, someone to bunk with! Someone to talk to and stay up late with!
“I thought that was me, Matt.”
Matt sat up, and huffed. He and Gary hadn't talked since dinner.
“W-well, we can still talk too, Gary! But it's much easier to talk to someone who's.. Well, who's really here with me.” The cub whimpered, cowering a bit. “I hope you're not mad..”
There was silence for a moment.
“But we can still play?”
“Oh, yeah!”
“And hang out, and talk?”
“Yes, of course, Gary!” Matt's tail wagged as he nodded eagerly. “Uhm.. Where exactly are you, anyhow?”
“Oh, that doesn't matter, silly.” Gary let out some intoxicating liquids, and Matt's eyes began to glaze over, his eyelids drooping as a smile grew on his face. “Nothing matters.”
“N-nuh.. Nothin'..?” Matt mumbled, his head drooping forward.
“Nothing.” Gary's voice was so soothing. Matt had very little trouble in sacrificing control to the slug.. Not that he had much of a choice.
Matt zipped open the sleeping bag, and stood up, swaying again. He giggled drunkenly, his head swimming with wonderful, incredible feelings. It tingled, and it tickled, and it hummed throughout his body like a vibration.
“Why don't you just relax, Matty?”
“Mm'already 'laxed.” The Umbreon yawned, and sighed, standing in the middle of his tent.
“Well, we're going to go and see Darryl.”
“Daaaarryl,” Matt giggled. He was completely out of it. He didn't put up a fight as his body took a step forward, and he was taken to the opening of the tent. His limp hands fumbled at the zipper, and opened it up.
Matt was marched down the grassy path, over to Darryl's tent.
“I'm going to need to take charge now, Matt.” Gary's voice crooned throughout Matt's mind. Matt just let out a sleepy sigh and nodded, his head so heavy as he giggled to himself.
Matt's body tensed up as he stood up straight. He opened his maw, and took something out of it, holding it in his paw. His tail dropped to the floor, his ears perking up as he stepped over to tent 9, and scratched at the fabric.
Darryl, awake and on his phone, heard the scratching. The coyote glanced up at the shadow showing through the fabric, and grimaced. “Who's there? Who is that?”
His tentmate grunted, and turned over. “Shuddup, Darryl, 'mtrynasleeeeeeeep,” the fox huffed. Darryl grunted, and grabbed a torch, before making his way out of his tent.
He turned the corner and shone his light at the figure: it was Matt. He turned and smiled at the coyote. “Evening, Darryl.”
“What the hell are you doing up so late?” The canine scowled. “What are you doing at my tent, shithead?”
“I just came to apologise for hitting you with that rock.” Matt stepped closer to Darryl. “It was really out of line. I'm very sorry.”
“What are you talking about, idiot?” Darryl grunted. “I hit myself with the stupid rock!”
“Oh, you did? I thought I'd hit you with it. I must have misremembered.” Matt shrugged.
Darryl scowled. “You really are a retard, Umbreon.”
Matt paused, and let out a little sigh. “Hey, Darryl. Can I show you something?”
The coyote groaned. “What do you want n--”
Matt had opened his paw, and showed off a small slug. It shared Gary's strange colours, but was much, much smaller.
Darryl looked down at it, and stared at Matt, unimpressed. “What, you want payback for the sl-”
The slug shot down Matt's body, and slithered across the grass, snaking up Darryl's front and into his maw.
Darryl yelped, and coughed, spluttering and spitting. “Ackpth-eww!! It just went in my mouth, dude!! What the fuck? I'm gonna be sick!!”
The coyote's coughing and complaining came to an abrupt stop. He stood there, in silence, and dropped the torch.
He mumbled something, having some conversation with something. He nodded slowly, and stepped closer to Matt.
“Good boy,” Matt smiled, still in Gary's control. Darryl nodded, his tail wagging, as he followed Matt to his tent.
Darryl and Matt stood in tent 7. Gary had since relinquished control of Matt, and resumed flooding his brain with pheromones. Matt purred softly, swaying with a giggle. Darryl was doing much of the same.
“What do you want to do to Darryl, Matt?” Gary's voice rang out in both cubs' heads.
“Iunno~” Matt sleepily responded. “Wanna lickis feeeeeet~”
“What do you want to do to Matt, Darryl?” Gary once again spoke to both cubs. The coyote shrugged and wagged his tail. “Mmmake 'um happy I s'pose.”
The slugs began to influence the cubs once more. Darryl stripped down naked, and Matt followed suit. The coyote's member was hard, and throbbing, and Matt's was peeking from his sheath.
Darryl's foot lifted into the air, but the cub managed to stay balanced. It was clear the creatures the cubs played host to had quite an impressive amount of control.
Matt stepped forward drowsily, and took hold of Darryl's ankle, before pressing his tongue to the cub's heel.
His soft, warm tongue dragged from heel to toe, savouring the taste. His member throbbed as Matt let out a sleepy little moan, licking the large black pawpad on the ball of the canine's paw. He licked between each toe, as Darryl spread them for the Umbreon to lick. The coyote giggled and mumbled sleepily, two nigh-unconscious cubs being puppeteered to fulfil their fantasies.
Matt took the coyote's toes into his maw and began to suck, the sweet-and-salty taste just driving him on.
Darryl let out a happy little moan, before he began to snore, the pheromones getting the best of him as Matt continued to worship his soft, cub feet.
The slugs fed off of the pleasure, and did what they could to keep the boys stimulated.
Matt was loving the taste of Darryl's feet, savouring the musky, savoury taste of his black pawpads. His cock twitched between his legs, glowing with a dull green light as the little Umbreon's tongue slid back and forth between the other boy's toes. His feet were so soft and plush, and Matt's head was flooding with pleasure and pheromones and wonderful, intense sensations. It wasn't long before he let out a sleepy little groan, and his little member began to bounce up and down, his pink balls pumping his non-existent mess.
Gary fed on the sensation and rewarded Matt with more of those intoxicating pheromones.
“Stop.” The slug commanded.
Matt stood back up slowly, and Darryl planted his wet footpaw onto the floor, swaying as he snored. The slugs gave the cubs their silent commands, and Matt fell to his knees, taking Darryl's cock into his maw and beginning to lick and suck.
The Umbreon's rough, warm canine tongue lapped at Darryl's tip, and licked down his shaft as his head bobbed to and fro. The sleeping coyote let our a moan, and his body was made to grip Matt's head, and begin to fuck his eager little mouth.
Darryl, a few years older than Matt, was quite the mouthful for the Pokemon, but Matt had no difficulty sucking the older boy's cock. He lapped at the salty precum and swallowed it down obediently, sucking harder and dragging his tongue over every inch of Darryl's length.
The coyote's head lifted, and he let out an elongated moan. He was close, already. The slug within him was hungry for his pleasure.
Matt was made to pull away, and open wide, as Darryl's cock began to feel tingly.
In fact, it felt as though Matt had never stopped sucking. It was warm and wet and it felt incredible; the slugs had such total control over their hosts that they could make them feel whatever they desired them to.
It wasn't long before Darryl came, and came hard. Unlike Matt, he wasn't a dry cummer – his seed splattered all over Matt's muzzle, and his face, but the little dark type managed to catch a large amount in his maw, and swallowed it hungrily.
Darryl moaned and groaned quietly, cumming as hard as he could, and marking Matt beneath him.
As his climax subsided, the coyote was commanded to his knees, too, and his tongue began to lick all over Matt's sticky, messy face. He cleaned Matt of all the cum he'd sprayed onto him, and before long, his tongue was in the Pokemon's mouth, and the two cubs began to kiss deeply, feeding their masters a steady slew of pleasure as the cubs fell to the floor, kissing and touching and stroking and moaning, long, long into the night.
By morning, Darryl was back in his tent, and Matt was slowly waking up in his sleeping bag. What had happened last night? He looked around his tent, but nothing seemed out of place. He must have just fallen asleep again.
He got dressed and wandered out of the tent, making his way up to the main camp grounds with the other kids. He smiled, and waved at Katie, who was handing out plates to the hungry cubs.
“G'moring Katie!” He smiled, taking a plate from the husky.
“Good morning Matt! You look like you slept well!”
“I guess I did!~” He smiled up at her. “Are we still gonna share a tent?”
“Absolutely!” She wagged her tail. “It's Monday, so tonight, we'll be bunkmates!”
Matt purred happily and wagged his tail too. “I can't wait!~” He smiled, taking his plate into the mess hall.
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