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My second story :3 Learning how to get into the creative flow. There's a lot of camp content out there but I spent most of my childhood in cub scouts so this was inevitable. Thanks for reading!", "writing": "-----------\n\nThere's a knock at the door.\n\nSchool principal Reilly, working alone in his office and not expecting visitors, invites them inside.\n\nA young feline in nice clothing walks through the door. One of the new hires. She’s been assigned to one of the teachers as an aid for college credit. Her eyes are frantic. \n\n\"Ah, hello Susan. Good morning. Please take a seat, dear.\" he says, motioning with a paw to one of the empty chairs.\n\nThe cat walks over and sits down. She's holding an unlocked smartphone, but holding it away from her body as if it was about to explode.\n\n\"Good morning Mr Reilly.\" she replies.\n\n\"What can I do for you?\"\n\n\"Well Sir.\" She says hesitantly. \"It was drawing time and a student asked me for an eraser.\"\n\nReilly nods in assurance.\n\n\"So I try looking in the storage closet just down the hall. No pencils there. Instead I checked the storage room upstairs. And like, behind a bunch of books..\" She motions to the smartphone. \"...I found this.”\n\n\"Did you try giving it to the lost and found?\" He responds flatly.\n\n\"No no I'm not done! Susan protests.\n\n“The phone is unlocked, and, well, I got curious. I went to the downloads and… and I saw some bad things.\"\n\nPrincipal Reilly raises an eyebrow. \"Bad things,\" he echoes. \"What does that mean?\"\n\n\"Well, um.\" her hands were trembling. The smartphone hung precariously from her fingers. \"Maybe you should just see...\"\n\nWith his curiosity piqued, he makes a move to take the phone. Her grateful paws turn it over. \"Just uh. Go to the file folder app at the bottom.\"\n\n\"..ok I see now.\" He says tapping away at the screen. Reilly adjusts his reading glasses. With a single tap he opens the videos subfolder, by far the largest in size. Among the buttons at the top there is what looks like a slideshow function. He taps it.\n\nThe phone screen blooms with color. On a quilted bed lay a cub no older than 12. The boy is naked and spread-eagled, legs raised high in the air. \n\nReilly’s eyes widen, adrenaline racing through him.\n\nGrainy sound pours from the phone speakers as an older man walks into frame and begins pressing his erect penis in the kids exposed butt. Before any noise can be made Reilly swipes to the next video. His paws are slightly sweaty now.\n\nThis video begins with an adult man and a cub sitting side by side. They are both erect, with their attention fixed on something off screen. After a few seconds they begin masturbating the other. \n\n[i]Well I'll be damned.[/i] Reilly thought. [i]This was an unexpected development.[/i] Nobody in the videos was recognizable, and he had nearly perfect memory with faces.\n\nHe leans forward with more seriousness, 100% attention on the phone. Suddenly very conscious of the guest sitting in front of his desk, Reilly hits the back button. [i]47 videos in downloads[/i] reads the folder description. \n\nThe bear refocuses his attention, meeting the eyes of the feline. Her face was upset, maybe a little somber, whiskers twitching in obvious uncomfortableness. \n\n“Firstly, I’d like to commend you for bringing this to my knowledge. This is a very serious matter as you and I both know.”\n\nShe nods in agreement.\n\n“When did you find it?”\n\n“Uhm, 15 minutes ago I guess?” she replies.\n\n“And you came straight here, correct? Only you and I know?”\n\nShe nods again. “Yes sir. If I may..?”\n\n“Go ahead.”\n\n“When I was looking around I saw a name. On the phone I mean. It said Z. Fargus.”\n\n“Well that narrows it down quite well doesn't it.” he comments dryly. “Hmm.”\n\nWith a gentle paw Mr Reilly lays the unlocked phone on the desk. He reaches over and pulls out a tissue, laying it gently to block the screen.\n\n*Z. Fargus* he thought, racking his brain. [i]Zacharias Fargus. 25 year old male Whitetail Buck. Recent hire as full-time gardener.[/i]\n\nThe bear stands up from his desk, massive frame pushing back the computer chair. “You did a good job today Miss Leeds. Commendable work. Please don’t let this distract you from your teaching, it should be no trouble finding our friend Fargus before the bell today. He will be off the property immediately. Promise.”\n\nHer face contorts in defiance. “Sir, you’re not going to let him go are you? This seems like a police thing!”\n\n“Heavens, no.” he says hastily, trying to defuse her. “There is someplace worse for him than the police. Allow me to explain.” He sits back down, sighing in relaxation. “Being a teaching administrator means I meet a lot of interesting animals.” he continues. “I've known one individual for many years, also a bear, who works in what is known as ‘labor education’. To put it simply, their goal is to teach manners and build character through menial tasks. Breaking rocks. Chopping wood. That sort of thing.”\n\nThe bear takes a big swig of coffee from his #1 boss mug and wipes his snout. “During the summer, he runs programs out of a facility called Graysprings Camp. It’s nestled in the mountains a good ways from town.\n\n“What if he leaves after you tell him? Drives away forever?”\n\nMr Reilly gestures to the phone and smiles. “His entire life is in front of me. Any misstep and the police chief gets a visit. Deal?”\n\nHer feline face looks satisfied for the first time. \n\n“Yeah.”\n\n“Good, that’s good.” He stands up, followed by the cat. \n\n“I’ll follow you out.”\n\n----------\n\nNot long after she leaves Mr Reilly picks up his desk phone and dials the number to Zach’s supervisor for the day. A crackle appears on the other end.\n\n“Hello?” A voice says.\n\n“Hello this is Principle Reilly. I’m looking for Zach. Is he around?”\n\n“Zach? He’s just outside. Want me to get him?”\n\n“That would be great, thank you.”\n\n“One sec.” there’s a noise as he sets the phone down.\n\nThe bear taps his footpaws on the carpet in impatience. It wasn’t long before a young male’s voice picks up on the other end.\n\n“Uh, hello?”\n\n“Hey Zach it’s Principle Reilly. Good morning!”\n\n“Good morning sir.” he says with a confused tone.\n\n“We need to have a chat. Mind if you come and meet me in the front office?”\n\n“Yes sir I’ll head over now.”\n\n“Bye-bye”\n\nThe conversation ends and Reilly sets the receiver back. Sitting down he stretches out his legs across the desk. For as exciting this situation was, he wished it happened earlier in the day.\n\nA few minutes later there’s a knock at the door.\n\n“Come in!” the bear says loudly.\n\nThe handle turns and Zach the buck steps in, wearing a button up shirt with freshly ironed khaki shorts. On his fuzzy head he wore a cap with the school name, with holes to accommodate the pointed horns sprouting from his scalp. He awkwardly shuffles up to the desk.\n\n“Please take a seat.” Principle Reilly asks.\n\n“Mister Fargus.” he goes on, after the buck obliges. “How are you liking the gardening position?”\n\n“Um, it’s pretty good. Mom is happy I’m spending more time in the sun, so.” he chuckles nervously.\n\nReilly clasps his paws together and asks “Zach, where's your phone?”\n\nFeeling his empty pocket, the buck frantically pats the rest of his shorts, not finding anything. Frantic, he looks around on the floor.\n\nMr Reilly slides the paper away, unveiling the smartphone. \n\nZach stares at it. Paws getting sweaty and heart pounding, sitting completely still. He suddenly understands what this is about. \n\nHis life was over. Memories flash before his eyes, then replaced by visions of the prison cell he’d be sitting in. Dreams of a professional career evaporated. Everyone he knew would find out. It all came crashing down on Zach like a hundred pound weight. \n\nHis stunned look brings a comment from the principal.\n\n“Son, are you alright?”\n\nAfter a brief moment the buck nods his head meekly, looking at the floor and refusing to meet the older man's eyes in shame.\n\n“Chin up, boy. You look pathetic. Look at me.”\n\nZach acquiesces, meeting the bears’ surprisingly soft face.\n\n“This morning a member of the faculty turned this in, confessing to snooping through the files.” he explains.\n\nZach's heart sank again.\n\n“This kind of sensitive material can land you in serious trouble, boy. Do you understand?”\n\n“Y-yes sir.” Zach stammers.\n\n“Depending how our conversation goes, I'm going to dial 911 and request you get picked up before classes start. No fuss.”\n\nZach bunches his fists up. This couldn't be happening.\n\n“There is an alternative.”\n\nZach's ears pick up. “Alternative?”\n\n“Yes. A way out. Interested?”\n\nHe nods enthusiastically. \n\n“Alright then. You may sign up for a program for treatment of animals like you. It takes place at a remote camp in the mountains. Decide fast. If you accept, I will quickly add you to the program. It lasts an entire summer and your behavior will be taken into account.”\n\n“And so long as I have this..” Reilly continues, gesturing to the phone. “I’m confident you won’t get any ideas of skipping town. Lest the constable find a wrapped package slid under his office door tomorrow. By the way, what's the password?”\n\n“1922” the buck replies, voice shaky.\n\n“And this is something you're interested in?”\n\n“Yeah. I wanna do it. Uh. My mom expects me back tonight, she might freak out.”\n\n“Given that you're a grown adult, I'll explain to her you volunteered in some way. Don't worry. As far as packing goes, take nothing. The camp will provide some things to live outdoors with, including fresh clothes. Make your way outside the front entrance and get on the green bus as fast as you can. It’s the last one leaving so don’t miss it.”\n\n“I’m still kinda confused what the program actually is.”\n\n“Think of it like combined rehab plus juvenile detention.”\n\n“Oh.”\n\n“And Zach? Call your phone in a week or so. We’ll talk. Go now.” he directs.\n\nThe door shuts quietly behind Zach. Pausing for a moment he takes a deep breath. In and out. Life changes fast. He needed to be brave if he was going to survive it. \n\nHow could he be so stupid. Not only misplacing the phone, but leaving it unlocked? AND some stupid aide looked through it? Unbelievable sequence of events. He looks at the clock on the wall. No time to sneak in and steal back the phone either, assuming Principal Reilly even leaves his office. \n\nDamn. This was a tough one. His brain came up empty with solutions. It seems increasingly likely he was taking an impromptu summer vacation. Only the lord knew what his day-to-day would look like.\n\nZach pushes the front doors open and walks into the morning light. It was just before school ended for the day. Empty school buses line up in front of the drop-off zone, ready for students to stream out. He could feel the vibrations of their engines.\n\nTucked away in the back of the parking lot is the green bus. It’s much smaller than the school buses, not holding many passengers. The windows are dark.\n\nZach approaches the bus and clambers aboard. Metal slats creak under his feet. This cheesebox must be decades old and nearing retirement. Likewise the driver, whose unkempt fur was almost white with age.\n\n“You’re the gardener?” He rasps in a grandfatherly tone. \n\n“That’s me.” the buck replies.\n\nHe jerks his raccoon thumb behind himself. “Sit in the chair behind me sonny. Paws to yourself.”\n\nZach steps up fully, surveying the bus interior. Not much sunlight was coming in, making it look like a movie theater. Tinted windows? He didn’t have the brain capacity to think. At least the cushions were somewhat soft. Definitely not the standard when he was in school.\n\n“Leaving in 20!” the bus driver belts out.\n\nWith a big yawn he looks to check the time on his phone, finding empty air before being slightly embarrassed. Right. Don’t have it. \n\n[i]Clackclack[/i] the tips of Zach’s horns hit glass as he rests his head on the window. Closing his eyes he tries to imagine what this program will be like. Probably very regimented. Strict. Basic training is three months long, could be something like that. Lots of exercise is almost guaranteed. He grips his tummy fat with both hands. It was all he had left, and he’d be damned if some army program took it.\n\nNightmarish scenarios of explaining himself over and over to his family. He could already picture his mothers horrified face. The burning shame of getting ghosted by his childhood friends. It was all too much. Zach felt his throat burning as he fends off tears.\n\nHe would have to learn to live with the knowledge of his actions known to everyone around him. Combined with the preconceived notions of what he was capable of. No hell was worse.\n\nAfter a good bit of stewing in the pit that was his emotional dumping ground, the bus driver slams the doors shut and throws off the safety brake, lurching the bus into motion. \n\nThe intense rocking of the bus eventually turns into soft humming as they hit the interstate. Concrete buildings and colorful advertisements zoom by. Zach tries passing the time by reading license plates, forcing himself to engage in anything but his feelings.\n\nEventually his eyes slowly close shut, falling asleep to the warm rocking of the vehicle. \n\n--\n\nSquealing car tires jolt Zach awake. He had been drooling on the seat cushion. Wiping away the saliva he straightens up and looks outside. Rows on rows of pine trees are all he can see. Nothing but trees on the other side of the bus either. \n\nA gnarled furry paw yanks a knob on the dashboard and the doors fly open. Loud distant voices can be heard.\n\n“Don’t forget to pick up your trash.” he croaks out.\n\nZach hears the shuffling of pawsteps as cubs of indeterminate age walk by the bus carrying colorful backpacks. Wait. Cubs, here? Weren’t they in the middle of nowhere?\n\n“Alright son go ahead.” the driver says.\n\nLimbs sore, the buck steps off reluctantly, not quite sure what he’d find. A gentle breeze brought fresh air to Zach’s nostrils. Straight ahead is the source of the comotion, a big log cabin with glass windows and a sign that says ‘Visitors Center’.\n\nA large crowd of animals had organized themselves into lines and were walking into the cabin. From where he could see, most of them were of a younger age. Cubs. Not unlike the ones he’d expect to see at his job. Well, his old job now. Most were carrying backpacks stuffed to the brim with random bits of camping equipment. One wolf girl is carrying an entire cooler.\n\nZach is confused. It was certain he was in the wrong place. Was there another green bus back in the parking lot?\n\nHe turns to the bus driver.\n\n“Graywater Springs? Are you sure this is it?”\n\n“That would be it, sonny.” he replies gruffly.\n\n“I thought it was supposed to be a, y’know, like a rehab center?”\n\n“Fer some.” he grins. “See that badger in the red? Go talk to him.”\n\nIn the distance Zach singles out the badger, who is nose deep in a clipboard. Seems to be someone that knew things.\n\n“Okay, thanks.”\n\nGravel crunches under Zach’s tennis shoes as he makes his way over to the group. As he gets closer he notices a much smaller line off to the right with only adults. From here it looks like they were all wearing a uniform.\n\nUp close the badger's red shirt has what looks like the logo for the camp surrounded by the words ‘Graywater Camp’. After a few seconds of pawing through his clipboard the badger finally looks up at Zach and puts on a friendly face.\n\n“Hello! You must be Zach.” he says warmly. “We were told you were coming kinda last minute. Welcome! I’m sure you have tons of questions, but save them until you meet a member of our staff inside. See the adults over there?” he gestures with his keyboard “Wait in line and someone will take care of ya.”\n\nWalking over it was hard not to take in the gathering of cubs of all ages and species waiting to get into the cabin. Dogs, foxes, sheep, wolves, equines. A general murmur rises from the crowd. Some are goofing off. Others are grouping up in threes or fours, talking and introducing each other to the kids behind. One’s even being wrestled in the dirt. \n\nThis is dredging up old memories in Zach’s mind, of camping in the woods, and attending cub scouts. Earning merit badges with other boys his age. Discovering his crush on the scout leader. Good memories of better days.\n\nHe notices a lot of sleeping bags and tents among the kids. This confirmed his working theory that he was at a youth camp of some kind. Either Reilly fucked up or this facility was massive enough to be dual-use, but that didn’t make sense given his… addiction.\n\nLuckily the adult line was faster. It didn’t take much long to get into the welcome cabin, eventually sitting down with a middle aged wolf woman with spectacles and in uniform.\n\n“Name?” The lady asks expressionless.\n\n“Zach Fargus.”\n\nShe scans a list of names on her clipboard before highlighting a line. There’s some text on the side she starts reading.\n\n“Approved for Camp Counselor. Full Time. Given bonus sash.”\n\nOn the floor are two piles of armbands of different sizes. She reaches down and offers both Zach. One is a larger khaki armband to match the counselors uniform with the current year and the camp logo. The other is a fluorescent yellow strip of cloth that almost looks like reflective tape. \n\n“What’s the matter.” The wolf asks him, noticing his vacant look.\n\n“Lady I have so many questions -”\n\nThe side door opens with a loud creak. A ferret woman’s head pokes through.\n\n“Aha!” The stranger says. “Found you. Come with me Zach.”\n\nFeeling like a puppet on a string, he has no choice but to comply. Walking out the door into the hallway the ferret introduces herself.\n\n“My name is Triss! Sorry for the wait hun. I’m the one Mr. Reilly has mostly been talking to. He explained your situation to me in full, you’re no doubt very confused.”\n\nHe nods his head a bunch. “No clue what’s happening ma’am.”\n\n“Well walk with me and I’ll fill you in! Basically you’ve been signed up to be a camp counselor here at Camp Graysprings. Isn’t that exciting?”\n\n“After…wha-? Aren’t there kids here?”\n\n“No duh.”\n\n“And principal Reilly knows?”\n\n“Yes. In fact he’s one of our biggest financial supporters. All of his kids come through here sometimes.”\n\nZach sits there stunned.\n\n“So like, there’s really no rehab? This isn’t like a detention facility?” He asks after a moment.\n\n\n“No. Well, some people your age would consider teaching kids outdoor activities to be a form of detention, so it depends I guess.” She chuckles.\n\n“What do I do here then?”\n\n“Normal counselor stuff. Teaching classes, merit badge participation, sports, all kinds of participation with the campers. Which is especially encouraged amongst those who enjoy a certain… younger side of things.” she teases, her tone indicating she wasn’t at all joking.\n\n“Uh..That’s good to know.” he replies awkwardly, face suddenly red.\n\n“Anyway, everything else he told you was correct. You can’t leave. And after the summer ends you’ll be evaluated.” \n\nThey reach their destination. Standing before them is a supply shack behind the main welcome cabin. Nestled between the trees the roof looks almost caved in from the amount of dead branches it was somehow supporting. Triss reaches into the unlit interior and pulls out a hefty backpack. A blue foam sleeping pad is rolled up and sticking out the top.\n\nShe also pulled out a stiff counselors uniform which Zach buttoned up over his shirt. Whoever washed it must’ve boiled it in starch because it made loud noises when he shifts around.\n\nHe slips the counselor armband over his right arm, a little tight on his fur. Triss makes a motion to see the yellow armband, which he paws over. She deftly wraps it around and ties it on securely just below the bigger sash.\n\n“Not telling you what this means. Won’t last long on you anyway. Trust me.” she says mischievously. Zach didn’t like the sound of that but today’s rollercoaster has exhausted his emotions. Numb, he’s just here for the ride.\n\nDoor hinges nearly fly as she slams the shed door. “This should hold you off for now. Anything else you’ll pick up over the course of a few weeks. There is a shop next to the cafeteria if you’re interested though.”\n\n“Thanks. Might go there later today actually and get new pants. Right now it looks like I film documentaries in the outback.”\n\nShe giggles. “Looks alright to me. Once you get the shorts dirty it’ll match the tone better. Anyways. The place you’ll be sleeping at tonight is Campsite B. It’s a bit of a walk, but not to worry, there's a cabin for you to sleep in. Just follow the path, go past the living quarters and take a right. Make sure you cross the river.”\n\n“Before you go, let me warn you there are rules here in Camp Graysprings. If you head on over to the main courtyard over there, someone will be more than happy to explain.”\n\nShe points to a large cemented area near the back entrance. Zach turns and trundles off, dead grass crunching underfoot. \n\nAs he gets closer he notices the crowd, seemingly the place people went after they checked into the main cabin. Some had left to go swim in the lake or take their belongings to their cabins but many stayed, socializing and reconnecting with old friends.\n\n\nHe wanders through the crowd aimlessly. No doubt he looked like an asshole walking around with his paws in his pockets trying to make eye contact with those who approached like they would make the endless waiting stop.\n\nFrustrations begin to mount. The late afternoon sun beat down hard with no relief. He tilts his head back and begins muttering curses. Somehow that was actually helping.\n\nSuddenly there is a tug on Zach’s sleeve. He looks down.\n\nStanding under him is a small folf cub. The boy looks no older than twelve years old, coming up only to Zach’s waist. They meet each others’ eyes, those crystalline blue irises giving away a certain degree of mischief.\n\nWithout a word the cub reaches up with a small paw and pulls off Zachs yellow armband and stashes it in one of his many shirt pockets.\n\n“Mine.” the cub says with a voice untouched by puberty. “Hi! My name is Jasper. What’s yours?\n\n“Zach. Are you seriously the one that's gonna clue me in?”\n\n“Mhm. But I don’t teach meanies.”\n\n“I’m sorry. I’ve had a really strange and crazy day. I wasn’t even supposed to be here.”\n\n“Really?” the cub asks, intrigued.\n\n“Long story short my boss sent me last minute. That’s why I really don’t know what’s happening because everyone I meet is super [i]fucking[/i] vague.”\n\nJasper giggles. “You said a swear.”\n\n“Remember it. It’s a good one. So mister Jasper what do you do?”\n\n“So basically my job is ‘camp aambassador’. Like a guide kinda. I can tell you some stuff if you want.”\n\n“Yes, please. A ferret named Triss mentioned there are rules?”\n\n“Otays! Follow me, I know a spot.”\n\nThree paths extend away from the pavilion. Straight ahead lay some bigger dormitory style cabins and smaller buildings. Instead Jasper led them to the right, past what appeared to be a dead end in the road and near the shed where Triss was.\n\nThey both push into the mountainous treeline and begin climbing. Thick brambles catch on Zach, ripping out small chunks of fur as he elbows through the bushes. \n\nThe cub is unfazed. Little limbs weave and duck through shrubs with grace, like this was his home.\n\nEventually they reach a small outcropping with a break in the trees. Jasper started scrambling up the side of a large boulder that looked to provide the best view.\n\nZach wasn’t too far behind. He got to the top wheezing and out of breath, accepting the cubs open paw to be helped up. Paws on his knees he tries to recollect his breath. All those years of smoking weed and playing video games out of high school was catching up to him. At least he was climbing rocks and not breaking them.\n\nFinally he looks down and sees how high they had climbed. The whole valley was visible. Base camp is just below, their rooftops all looking miniature sized. \n\nFrom here Zach could see a huge circular lake adjacent to Graysprings, connected together by a green open field. It could be tricks of the light, but he swore he could see groups of furs swimming on the shores.\n\nThe sun is just beginning to dip behind the mountains opposite.\n\n“I found this spot last year on my own. It’s awesome.”\n\n\n“Super cool. I didn’t know there was a lake.”\n\n“A long time ago they built a dam. They teach me a lot of camp history during training.”\n\nThere was a pause.\n\n“So you like little boys.”\n\n“Uh. Wow.”\n\n“‘Cause it’s fine if you do. That means you like me.”\n\n“It’s…well starting-”\n\n“Just say yes or no.”\n\nHe nods. “Yes.”\n\nJasper smiles. “You really don’t know anything, huh.”\n\nHe continues. “So baaasically I’m taught by the camp to teach new adults. Like telling them all the rules and stuff.”\n\n“Rules?”\n\n“Hold on. So basically Camp Graysprings is a summer camp for cubs. There are two kinds of counselors. Full-time and part-time. Fulltime counselors always live here. Every season they mentor a cub and spend a lot of time together kinda like boyfriends. There are rules, but behind closed doors nothing is off limits.”\n\n“How many fulltime counselors are there?”\n\n“There are a lot less of them than parttimers.”\n\n“And they are all..like me? They like kids?”\n\n“Yep! Oh, the rules. So basically two of them. No cell phones or recording devices. That’s the most important. Number two, physical contact like lap sitting or hand holding in public is okay but kissing or fondling is not okay. The main thing is no innocent counselor or cub sees it.\n\n“I’m guessing that’s what the yellow armband was for.”\n\n“Exactly. That’s how I chose you.”\n\n“You chose me?”\n\n“I liked your horns.”\n\n“Wanna touch them?”\n\nJasper slowly climbs into Zach’s warm lap. The cub wiggles his butt in looking for a comfy position. He reaches up and starts feeling up the adults horns with small paws. The tactile sensation on his rack sends goosebumps up his shoulders and neck. The kid gently massages the soft velvet, fingers not missing a single square inch of horn. Zach is unable to hold back a deep sigh of satisfaction. \n\n“That felt awesome.”\n\n“I know.”\n\nFeeling bold, Zach wraps his furry arms around Jasper in a big hug. They face each other close, maws almost touching. The buck's heart beats at a furious pace. He had never been close to a kid like this before. \n\nHe wasn't a virgin, there was a short lived relationship with a panda girl senior year. Didn't go much further than oral. \n\nJasper's eyes close and he leans up, pressing his small body against the much older fur. Wet noses collide and Zach’s tongue slips inside, exploring vigorously. A small squeak escapes the cub as they lean into the kiss together, passionately making out with the sunset behind.\n\nEndorphins surge through Zachs mind. He’s living a small part of a much larger desire, running his paws up a prepubescent child’s back and feeling every gasp and moan as they kiss.\n\nEventually Jasper disconnects, leaving a trail of saliva between the lovers. A hike up a mountain didn’t phase the boy, but a makeout session proved too much, his tummy heaving in and out.\n\nThe kiss leaves Zach stiff in his pants. He needs more.\n\n“Hold on, where are you sleeping tonight?” the cub asks. “Where are we sleeping tonight?”\n\n“Uh, Triss told me Campsite B and gave me some vague directions.”\n\nJasper turns and points to a spot above the river.\n\n“Kinda hard to see but if you look, right there, next to the lake and river.”\n\nZach squints his eyes. Some small brown shapes emerge around the trail where the cub is pointing. Seemed to be a long way from the main camp. At least there’s endless privacy, something just a few hours ago seemed like a lost treasure. \n\nThey make eye contact again and a feeling not felt for many years blossoms in Zach’s heart. There is an obvious breadth of childlike innocence in the way Jasper interacts with the world, yet his eyes betray a level of intelligence with the confidence to put it to use. A dangerous combo.\n\n“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” Jasper asks.\n\nZach sits stunned for a moment. “..I’d love to be your boyfriend Jas.”\n\n“Jas?”\n\n“That’s my new nickname for you.”\n\n“Hey!”\n\n“Hay is for horses Jas. Do I look like a horse?”\n\n“Pff you look dumb, Zachy.”\n\n“Come on, that one needs work.” he laughs.\n\n“Fine. I’ll think of one by tonight.”\n\nThe cub fiddles with his shirt pockets and pulls out a cheap plastic watch. \n\n“We’re gonna be late!” He exclaims. “The welcome campfire starts at 9. Everyones gonna be there.”\n\n“I don’t know. Today’s been weird. I’m ready to look at where I’m sleeping. We’re sleeping.”\n\n“Fine.”\n\nZach’s tummy rumbles loudly.\n\n“Oof.” he says, holding his tummy. “Kinda hungry actually. \n\n“The cafeteria closes at night. There’s food at the welcome campfire though.”\n\n“Fine. Let’s go, grab some dinner and leave.” \n\n“Deal.”\n\nThey race down the mountain. Dusk is setting in fast, the way back getting hard to see. Jasper rifles around his shirt pocket before producing a small headlamp. Trying unsuccessfully to wear the clearly adult-size piece of gear he gets frustrated and wears it around his neck like a transformer with the allspark. With the path lit up they continue on.\n\nThey burst through the treeline as it gets pitch black. After a bit of careful jogging they reach what Jasper described as ‘introduction night.’\n\nAs far as participating in ice breakers with strangers while sitting around the campfire, Zach had zero interest. Can’t say no to free food though.\n\nDozens of gray plastic foldout tables are covered with what looks like platters of catered food. The boys start loading up their plates and listen to the crowd a hundred meters away. \n\nEvery counselor and camper is seated in two different groups in what looks to be over three hundred furs altogether. About a third of those were counselors, the vast majority having cub companions by their side.\n\nThey are facing a big wooden podium where a male coyote is speaking. He continues his speech about the camp and its rich history, describing the process of building the dam in excruciating detail. Had Zach had not been shoving chili dogs down his gullet he's not sure if he'd be bored, angry or asleep. Maybe all three.\n\n“That’s how many counselors there are.” Jasper says.\n\n“And they all, y’know, have sex?”\n\n“Not all of them. Maybe a third.”\n\n\nHe stares into the crowd. Trying to distinguish which ones it could be. There is a good amount of women up there he notices. \n\n“On special occasions and holidays all of us get the whole park to ourselves. They throw a big party. Just us. No normies in the park at all.”\n\nZach's paw is pulled away as the history lesson over the loudspeaker continues in earnest.\n\n“Let's go, c'mon! I’ve heard all this already.” Jasper whines.\n\nThe adult relents and lets himself be pulled away towards the main path while licking his paws.\n\n“We're going to Campsite B?”\n\n“Yes, dummy.”\n\nJasper leads the way with his flashlight bouncing in the rhythm of his kidlike stride. They reach a treeline, walking for what seems like forever before hearing the sound of running water. Before them stretches a wooden bridge. They both carefully cross it, making good use of the handrails.\n\nThe duo finally reach a collection of small structures. Too big to be shacks, too small to be proper cabins. There is a campfire ringed with medium sized stones in the rough center of the buildings. A picnic bench sits nearby with someone's stuffed backpack lounging there.\n\n“Zach, did they tell you which one?” the folf asks.\n\nJasper inspects the cabins trying to get a good look through the windows.\n\nA stick breaks in the distance and his ears gyrate towards the sound. They see a counselor, lanky and uncoordinated, stumble out of the woods fumbling with his zipper. He flinches from Jasper's bright light. \n\n“Was just taking a piss guys. Hello.”\n\nThe duo introduces themselves to the Wolf as he looks between them nonplussed.\n\n“Names Owen. Triss told me I didn't hafta come to the welcome campfire so I didn't. It's stupidly boring. She also said I was getting a new roommate. So are you..?” \n\n“Yeah that's us.” \n\n“Right on. Come on inside and meet my boyfriend then.”\n\nThe door creaks open, revealing a small living space. In the middle lay a big stove oven with a chimney leading out through the roof. \n\nOn opposite sides of the room are two bunk beds. A small cub sits on the lower bed fiddling with a deck of cards. He looks up at the new guests.\n\nOwen squeezes through the door behind them. \n\n“C’mere Wallace. These are our roommates for the summer, Zach and Jasper. Come give the pedophile a kiss.”\n\nZach flinches.\n\nThe rabbit cub approaches without a word. Pure white fur covers him from head to toe, with large ears poking out of his ball cap. He waves awkwardly, not approaching.\n\n“I said give him a kiss wally.”\n\n“Dude its okay-” Zach protests.\n\n“Fine. Fine. He’s just shy. Tomorrow.”\n\n“Speaking of tomorrow I think I’m gonna lay down. It’s been an insane day for me.” Zach replies, desperate to change the subject.\n“Alright. Wallace and I are gonna play some cards before bed. Let’s catch breakfast tomorrow, yeah? The four of us. Is that okay? Owen asks, looking at Jasper and not Zach. \n\n“Sounds good.” Jasper shrugs.\n\n“Brekky is at 7 so set your alarms, fags.” He says before leading his boyfriend back to their bunk, starting a conversation about their toothpaste.\n\nStripping down to just shirt and undies, Zach climbs into the top bunk to mess around with a weird flap protruding from the metal. Pulling it he unspools a fabric screen upwards and attaches it to a metal hook on the ceiling. There was now a decent amount of privacy now.\n\nJasper, on the ladder, peeks his furry head in.\n\n“Niiice.” he says. The cub slides in wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. With eager energy he climbs on top of Zachs chest and stares into his eyes.\n\nThe buck leans down and they share another kiss. Explosive sexual energy blooms in his chest. It was even better the second time. He runs both paws down the length of the boys back before resting them on his exposed butt and gently squeezes, eliciting a strained response from the boy. Something small was poking against him. \n\nJasper's kid boner was pressing against the adult's tummy. Two inches had escaped his tiny sheath and was throbbing over and over. Sticky juices stained Zach's shirt.\n\n“Hold on,” Zach whispers before wiggling his undies off and baring his adult cock for the first time. It's humanoid shaped, a little on the small side but uncut and sensitive. \n\nJasper's pupils turn into stars as he watches it become fully erect. A paw reaches over and grasps it, testing the warmth and admiring the length. \n\nZach was in heaven. The sensation of having a child explore his shaft and glans was indescribable. His hips involuntarily thrust upward every time a teasing finger brushes against his sensitive head. After all the playful teasing Zach’s cock was painfully hard at this point and a bead of pre was forming at the tip.\n\nGrasping Jasper's hands he repositions him so he's straddling the adults waist. Their dicks squish against each other lewdly.\n\nAlready guided by the pleasurable sensations, the kid begins rocking back and forth. A sigh leaves his mouth and whispers how good it feels.\n\nWith some moisture from his maw Zach grasps them both and begins a frotting motion. Delightful pleasure shoots up his spine as he masturbates the pair. \n\nAah~ Aah~\n\nJasper's rocking turns into humping as he thrusts dutifully into his new boyfriend's paw, eager for the friction they provided. \n\nThe cubs head leans back in ecstasy. \n\n“Im gonna-”\n\n“Me too.” Zach grunts.\n\nThey shudder together in mutual orgasm, sending rope after rope of cum streaking across the bucks tummy. Trying to keep quiet they let go of soft whimpers and noises as liquid hot pleasure courses through them. \n\nJasper clenches his thighs together as he rides out the pleasure. He sighs in satisfaction as Zach squeezes the base of his knot in rhythm with the throbbing. Exhausted, he collapses.\n\nThey pant heavily on each other's chest. Wagging his tail the cub smiles wide and affectionately grooms Zach's stomach, licking the combined cum clean off his fur. \n\nAfter he's done he scoots up to kiss his companion. Zach gags as he accepts the kiss as well as a gift of unswallowed semen. Their tongues fight and the buck swallows it after a moment of surprise. \n\n“That was hot.” the cub whispered in his ear.\n\nZach's eyelids struggle to stay open. Jasper feels like a living weighted blanket cuddled up to him like this. \n\nJasper buries his snout into the nape of Zach's neck. It isn't long before he begins to hear the gentle breathing of his chest as the buck falls asleep.\n\nThe cub runs his paws up and down his new friend's bare chest, feeling up the contours of his muscles and gently pulling on his soft fur. It wasn't long before the drowsiness starts setting in. \n\nZach wasn’t the only one stressed out today. For Jasper, most of the afternoon was spent in the courtyard. Sitting on the sideline, eyeing up counselors for the yellow sash. This year it was much harder finding the right someone. Too many counselors that were girls or weren’t his type. That was when he saw a rack of antlers bobbing above the crowd. \n\nAnd the buck was cute. With his khaki pants and khaki scout uniform he looked like he walked off the set of crocodile dundee. Jasper felt a crush instantly.\n\n“Sweet dreams Zachy.” Jasper whispers before joining him in deep slumber.\n\nEnd day 1\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "-----------

There's a knock at the door.

School principal Reilly, working alone in his office and not expecting visitors, invites them inside.

A young feline in nice clothing walks through the door. One of the new hires. She’s been assigned to one of the teachers as an aid for college credit. Her eyes are frantic.

"Ah, hello Susan. Good morning. Please take a seat, dear." he says, motioning with a paw to one of the empty chairs.

The cat walks over and sits down. She's holding an unlocked smartphone, but holding it away from her body as if it was about to explode.

"Good morning Mr Reilly." she replies.

"What can I do for you?"

"Well Sir." She says hesitantly. "It was drawing time and a student asked me for an eraser."

Reilly nods in assurance.

"So I try looking in the storage closet just down the hall. No pencils there. Instead I checked the storage room upstairs. And like, behind a bunch of books.." She motions to the smartphone. "...I found this.”

"Did you try giving it to the lost and found?" He responds flatly.

"No no I'm not done! Susan protests.

“The phone is unlocked, and, well, I got curious. I went to the downloads and… and I saw some bad things."

Principal Reilly raises an eyebrow. "Bad things," he echoes. "What does that mean?"

"Well, um." her hands were trembling. The smartphone hung precariously from her fingers. "Maybe you should just see..."

With his curiosity piqued, he makes a move to take the phone. Her grateful paws turn it over. "Just uh. Go to the file folder app at the bottom."

"..ok I see now." He says tapping away at the screen. Reilly adjusts his reading glasses. With a single tap he opens the videos subfolder, by far the largest in size. Among the buttons at the top there is what looks like a slideshow function. He taps it.

The phone screen blooms with color. On a quilted bed lay a cub no older than 12. The boy is naked and spread-eagled, legs raised high in the air.

Reilly’s eyes widen, adrenaline racing through him.

Grainy sound pours from the phone speakers as an older man walks into frame and begins pressing his erect penis in the kids exposed butt. Before any noise can be made Reilly swipes to the next video. His paws are slightly sweaty now.

This video begins with an adult man and a cub sitting side by side. They are both erect, with their attention fixed on something off screen. After a few seconds they begin masturbating the other.

Well I'll be damned. Reilly thought. This was an unexpected development. Nobody in the videos was recognizable, and he had nearly perfect memory with faces.

He leans forward with more seriousness, 100% attention on the phone. Suddenly very conscious of the guest sitting in front of his desk, Reilly hits the back button. 47 videos in downloads reads the folder description.

The bear refocuses his attention, meeting the eyes of the feline. Her face was upset, maybe a little somber, whiskers twitching in obvious uncomfortableness.

“Firstly, I’d like to commend you for bringing this to my knowledge. This is a very serious matter as you and I both know.”

She nods in agreement.

“When did you find it?”

“Uhm, 15 minutes ago I guess?” she replies.

“And you came straight here, correct? Only you and I know?”

She nods again. “Yes sir. If I may..?”

“Go ahead.”

“When I was looking around I saw a name. On the phone I mean. It said Z. Fargus.”

“Well that narrows it down quite well doesn't it.” he comments dryly. “Hmm.”

With a gentle paw Mr Reilly lays the unlocked phone on the desk. He reaches over and pulls out a tissue, laying it gently to block the screen.

*Z. Fargus* he thought, racking his brain. Zacharias Fargus. 25 year old male Whitetail Buck. Recent hire as full-time gardener.

The bear stands up from his desk, massive frame pushing back the computer chair. “You did a good job today Miss Leeds. Commendable work. Please don’t let this distract you from your teaching, it should be no trouble finding our friend Fargus before the bell today. He will be off the property immediately. Promise.”

Her face contorts in defiance. “Sir, you’re not going to let him go are you? This seems like a police thing!”

“Heavens, no.” he says hastily, trying to defuse her. “There is someplace worse for him than the police. Allow me to explain.” He sits back down, sighing in relaxation. “Being a teaching administrator means I meet a lot of interesting animals.” he continues. “I've known one individual for many years, also a bear, who works in what is known as ‘labor education’. To put it simply, their goal is to teach manners and build character through menial tasks. Breaking rocks. Chopping wood. That sort of thing.”

The bear takes a big swig of coffee from his #1 boss mug and wipes his snout. “During the summer, he runs programs out of a facility called Graysprings Camp. It’s nestled in the mountains a good ways from town.

“What if he leaves after you tell him? Drives away forever?”

Mr Reilly gestures to the phone and smiles. “His entire life is in front of me. Any misstep and the police chief gets a visit. Deal?”

Her feline face looks satisfied for the first time.

“Yeah.”

“Good, that’s good.” He stands up, followed by the cat.

“I’ll follow you out.”

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Not long after she leaves Mr Reilly picks up his desk phone and dials the number to Zach’s supervisor for the day. A crackle appears on the other end.

“Hello?” A voice says.

“Hello this is Principle Reilly. I’m looking for Zach. Is he around?”

“Zach? He’s just outside. Want me to get him?”

“That would be great, thank you.”

“One sec.” there’s a noise as he sets the phone down.

The bear taps his footpaws on the carpet in impatience. It wasn’t long before a young male’s voice picks up on the other end.

“Uh, hello?”

“Hey Zach it’s Principle Reilly. Good morning!”

“Good morning sir.” he says with a confused tone.

“We need to have a chat. Mind if you come and meet me in the front office?”

“Yes sir I’ll head over now.”

“Bye-bye”

The conversation ends and Reilly sets the receiver back. Sitting down he stretches out his legs across the desk. For as exciting this situation was, he wished it happened earlier in the day.

A few minutes later there’s a knock at the door.

“Come in!” the bear says loudly.

The handle turns and Zach the buck steps in, wearing a button up shirt with freshly ironed khaki shorts. On his fuzzy head he wore a cap with the school name, with holes to accommodate the pointed horns sprouting from his scalp. He awkwardly shuffles up to the desk.

“Please take a seat.” Principle Reilly asks.

“Mister Fargus.” he goes on, after the buck obliges. “How are you liking the gardening position?”

“Um, it’s pretty good. Mom is happy I’m spending more time in the sun, so.” he chuckles nervously.

Reilly clasps his paws together and asks “Zach, where's your phone?”

Feeling his empty pocket, the buck frantically pats the rest of his shorts, not finding anything. Frantic, he looks around on the floor.

Mr Reilly slides the paper away, unveiling the smartphone.

Zach stares at it. Paws getting sweaty and heart pounding, sitting completely still. He suddenly understands what this is about.

His life was over. Memories flash before his eyes, then replaced by visions of the prison cell he’d be sitting in. Dreams of a professional career evaporated. Everyone he knew would find out. It all came crashing down on Zach like a hundred pound weight.

His stunned look brings a comment from the principal.

“Son, are you alright?”

After a brief moment the buck nods his head meekly, looking at the floor and refusing to meet the older man's eyes in shame.

“Chin up, boy. You look pathetic. Look at me.”

Zach acquiesces, meeting the bears’ surprisingly soft face.

“This morning a member of the faculty turned this in, confessing to snooping through the files.” he explains.

Zach's heart sank again.

“This kind of sensitive material can land you in serious trouble, boy. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes sir.” Zach stammers.

“Depending how our conversation goes, I'm going to dial 911 and request you get picked up before classes start. No fuss.”

Zach bunches his fists up. This couldn't be happening.

“There is an alternative.”

Zach's ears pick up. “Alternative?”

“Yes. A way out. Interested?”

He nods enthusiastically.

“Alright then. You may sign up for a program for treatment of animals like you. It takes place at a remote camp in the mountains. Decide fast. If you accept, I will quickly add you to the program. It lasts an entire summer and your behavior will be taken into account.”

“And so long as I have this..” Reilly continues, gesturing to the phone. “I’m confident you won’t get any ideas of skipping town. Lest the constable find a wrapped package slid under his office door tomorrow. By the way, what's the password?”

“1922” the buck replies, voice shaky.

“And this is something you're interested in?”

“Yeah. I wanna do it. Uh. My mom expects me back tonight, she might freak out.”

“Given that you're a grown adult, I'll explain to her you volunteered in some way. Don't worry. As far as packing goes, take nothing. The camp will provide some things to live outdoors with, including fresh clothes. Make your way outside the front entrance and get on the green bus as fast as you can. It’s the last one leaving so don’t miss it.”

“I’m still kinda confused what the program actually is.”

“Think of it like combined rehab plus juvenile detention.”

“Oh.”

“And Zach? Call your phone in a week or so. We’ll talk. Go now.” he directs.

The door shuts quietly behind Zach. Pausing for a moment he takes a deep breath. In and out. Life changes fast. He needed to be brave if he was going to survive it.

How could he be so stupid. Not only misplacing the phone, but leaving it unlocked? AND some stupid aide looked through it? Unbelievable sequence of events. He looks at the clock on the wall. No time to sneak in and steal back the phone either, assuming Principal Reilly even leaves his office.

Damn. This was a tough one. His brain came up empty with solutions. It seems increasingly likely he was taking an impromptu summer vacation. Only the lord knew what his day-to-day would look like.

Zach pushes the front doors open and walks into the morning light. It was just before school ended for the day. Empty school buses line up in front of the drop-off zone, ready for students to stream out. He could feel the vibrations of their engines.

Tucked away in the back of the parking lot is the green bus. It’s much smaller than the school buses, not holding many passengers. The windows are dark.

Zach approaches the bus and clambers aboard. Metal slats creak under his feet. This cheesebox must be decades old and nearing retirement. Likewise the driver, whose unkempt fur was almost white with age.

“You’re the gardener?” He rasps in a grandfatherly tone.

“That’s me.” the buck replies.

He jerks his raccoon thumb behind himself. “Sit in the chair behind me sonny. Paws to yourself.”

Zach steps up fully, surveying the bus interior. Not much sunlight was coming in, making it look like a movie theater. Tinted windows? He didn’t have the brain capacity to think. At least the cushions were somewhat soft. Definitely not the standard when he was in school.

“Leaving in 20!” the bus driver belts out.

With a big yawn he looks to check the time on his phone, finding empty air before being slightly embarrassed. Right. Don’t have it.

Clackclack the tips of Zach’s horns hit glass as he rests his head on the window. Closing his eyes he tries to imagine what this program will be like. Probably very regimented. Strict. Basic training is three months long, could be something like that. Lots of exercise is almost guaranteed. He grips his tummy fat with both hands. It was all he had left, and he’d be damned if some army program took it.

Nightmarish scenarios of explaining himself over and over to his family. He could already picture his mothers horrified face. The burning shame of getting ghosted by his childhood friends. It was all too much. Zach felt his throat burning as he fends off tears.

He would have to learn to live with the knowledge of his actions known to everyone around him. Combined with the preconceived notions of what he was capable of. No hell was worse.

After a good bit of stewing in the pit that was his emotional dumping ground, the bus driver slams the doors shut and throws off the safety brake, lurching the bus into motion.

The intense rocking of the bus eventually turns into soft humming as they hit the interstate. Concrete buildings and colorful advertisements zoom by. Zach tries passing the time by reading license plates, forcing himself to engage in anything but his feelings.

Eventually his eyes slowly close shut, falling asleep to the warm rocking of the vehicle.

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Squealing car tires jolt Zach awake. He had been drooling on the seat cushion. Wiping away the saliva he straightens up and looks outside. Rows on rows of pine trees are all he can see. Nothing but trees on the other side of the bus either.

A gnarled furry paw yanks a knob on the dashboard and the doors fly open. Loud distant voices can be heard.

“Don’t forget to pick up your trash.” he croaks out.

Zach hears the shuffling of pawsteps as cubs of indeterminate age walk by the bus carrying colorful backpacks. Wait. Cubs, here? Weren’t they in the middle of nowhere?

“Alright son go ahead.” the driver says.

Limbs sore, the buck steps off reluctantly, not quite sure what he’d find. A gentle breeze brought fresh air to Zach’s nostrils. Straight ahead is the source of the comotion, a big log cabin with glass windows and a sign that says ‘Visitors Center’.

A large crowd of animals had organized themselves into lines and were walking into the cabin. From where he could see, most of them were of a younger age. Cubs. Not unlike the ones he’d expect to see at his job. Well, his old job now. Most were carrying backpacks stuffed to the brim with random bits of camping equipment. One wolf girl is carrying an entire cooler.

Zach is confused. It was certain he was in the wrong place. Was there another green bus back in the parking lot?

He turns to the bus driver.

“Graywater Springs? Are you sure this is it?”

“That would be it, sonny.” he replies gruffly.

“I thought it was supposed to be a, y’know, like a rehab center?”

“Fer some.” he grins. “See that badger in the red? Go talk to him.”

In the distance Zach singles out the badger, who is nose deep in a clipboard. Seems to be someone that knew things.

“Okay, thanks.”

Gravel crunches under Zach’s tennis shoes as he makes his way over to the group. As he gets closer he notices a much smaller line off to the right with only adults. From here it looks like they were all wearing a uniform.

Up close the badger's red shirt has what looks like the logo for the camp surrounded by the words ‘Graywater Camp’. After a few seconds of pawing through his clipboard the badger finally looks up at Zach and puts on a friendly face.

“Hello! You must be Zach.” he says warmly. “We were told you were coming kinda last minute. Welcome! I’m sure you have tons of questions, but save them until you meet a member of our staff inside. See the adults over there?” he gestures with his keyboard “Wait in line and someone will take care of ya.”

Walking over it was hard not to take in the gathering of cubs of all ages and species waiting to get into the cabin. Dogs, foxes, sheep, wolves, equines. A general murmur rises from the crowd.  Some are goofing off. Others are grouping up in threes or fours, talking and introducing each other to the kids behind. One’s even being wrestled in the dirt.

This is dredging up old memories in Zach’s mind, of camping in the woods, and attending cub scouts. Earning merit badges with other boys his age. Discovering his crush on the scout leader. Good memories of better days.

He notices a lot of sleeping bags and tents among the kids. This confirmed his working theory that he was at a youth camp of some kind. Either Reilly fucked up or this facility was massive enough to be dual-use, but that didn’t make sense given his… addiction.

Luckily the adult line was faster. It didn’t take much long to get into the welcome cabin, eventually sitting down with a middle aged wolf woman with spectacles and in uniform.

“Name?” The lady asks expressionless.

“Zach Fargus.”

She scans a list of names on her clipboard before highlighting a line. There’s some text on the side she starts reading.

“Approved for Camp Counselor. Full Time. Given bonus sash.”

On the floor are two piles of armbands of different sizes. She reaches down and offers both Zach. One is a larger khaki armband to match the counselors uniform with the current year and the camp logo. The other is a fluorescent yellow strip of cloth that almost looks like reflective tape.

“What’s the matter.” The wolf asks him, noticing his vacant look.

“Lady I have so many questions -”

The side door opens with a loud creak. A ferret woman’s head pokes through.

“Aha!” The stranger says. “Found you. Come with me Zach.”

Feeling like a puppet on a string, he has no choice but to comply. Walking out the door into the hallway the ferret introduces herself.

“My name is Triss! Sorry for the wait hun. I’m the one Mr. Reilly has mostly been talking to. He explained your situation to me in full, you’re no doubt very confused.”

He nods his head a bunch. “No clue what’s happening ma’am.”

“Well walk with me and I’ll fill you in! Basically you’ve been signed up to be a camp counselor here at Camp Graysprings. Isn’t that exciting?”

“After…wha-? Aren’t there kids here?”

“No duh.”

“And principal Reilly knows?”

“Yes. In fact he’s one of our biggest financial supporters. All of his kids come through here sometimes.”

Zach sits there stunned.

“So like, there’s really no rehab? This isn’t like a detention facility?” He asks after a moment.


“No. Well, some people your age would consider teaching kids outdoor activities to be a form of detention, so it depends I guess.” She chuckles.

“What do I do here then?”

“Normal counselor stuff. Teaching classes, merit badge participation, sports, all kinds of participation with the campers. Which is especially encouraged amongst those who enjoy a certain… younger side of things.” she teases, her tone indicating she wasn’t at all joking.

“Uh..That’s good to know.” he replies awkwardly, face suddenly red.

“Anyway, everything else he told you was correct. You can’t leave. And after the summer ends you’ll be evaluated.”

They reach their destination. Standing before them is a supply shack behind the main welcome cabin. Nestled between the trees the roof looks almost caved in from the amount of dead branches it was somehow supporting. Triss reaches into the unlit interior and pulls out a hefty backpack. A blue foam sleeping pad is rolled up and sticking out the top.

She also pulled out a stiff counselors uniform which Zach buttoned up over his shirt. Whoever washed it must’ve boiled it in starch because it made loud noises when he shifts around.

He slips the counselor armband over his right arm, a little tight on his fur. Triss makes a motion to see the yellow armband, which he paws over. She deftly wraps it around and ties it on securely just below the bigger sash.

“Not telling you what this means. Won’t last long on you anyway. Trust me.” she says mischievously. Zach didn’t like the sound of that but today’s rollercoaster has exhausted his emotions. Numb, he’s just here for the ride.

Door hinges nearly fly as she slams the shed door. “This should hold you off for now. Anything else you’ll pick up over the course of a few weeks. There is a shop next to the cafeteria if you’re interested though.”

“Thanks. Might go there later today actually and get new pants. Right now it looks like I film documentaries in the outback.”

She giggles. “Looks alright to me. Once you get the shorts dirty it’ll match the tone better. Anyways. The place you’ll be sleeping at tonight is Campsite B. It’s a bit of a walk, but not to worry, there's a cabin for you to sleep in. Just follow the path, go past the living quarters and take a right. Make sure you cross the river.”

“Before you go, let me warn you there are rules here in Camp Graysprings. If you head on over to the main courtyard over there, someone will be more than happy to explain.”

She points to a large cemented area near the back entrance. Zach turns and trundles off, dead grass crunching underfoot.

As he gets closer he notices the crowd, seemingly the place people went after they checked into the main cabin. Some had left to go swim in the lake or take their belongings to their cabins but many stayed, socializing and reconnecting with old friends.


He wanders through the crowd aimlessly. No doubt he looked like an asshole walking around with his paws in his pockets trying to make eye contact with those who approached like they would make the endless waiting stop.

Frustrations begin to mount. The late afternoon sun beat down hard with no relief. He tilts his head back and begins muttering curses. Somehow that was actually helping.

Suddenly there is a tug on Zach’s sleeve. He looks down.

Standing under him is a small folf cub. The boy looks no older than twelve years old, coming up only to Zach’s waist. They meet each others’ eyes, those crystalline blue irises giving away a certain degree of mischief.

Without a word the cub reaches up with a small paw and pulls off Zachs yellow armband and stashes it in one of his many shirt pockets.

“Mine.” the cub says with a voice untouched by puberty. “Hi! My name is Jasper. What’s yours?

“Zach. Are you seriously the one that's gonna clue me in?”

“Mhm. But I don’t teach meanies.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve had a really strange and crazy day. I wasn’t even supposed to be here.”

“Really?” the cub asks, intrigued.

“Long story short my boss sent me last minute. That’s why I really don’t know what’s happening because everyone I meet is super fucking vague.”

Jasper giggles. “You said a swear.”

“Remember it. It’s a good one. So mister Jasper what do you do?”

“So basically my job is ‘camp aambassador’. Like a guide kinda. I can tell you some stuff if you want.”

“Yes, please. A ferret named Triss mentioned there are rules?”

“Otays! Follow me, I know a spot.”

Three paths extend away from the pavilion. Straight ahead lay some bigger dormitory style cabins and smaller buildings. Instead Jasper led them to the right, past what appeared to be a dead end in the road and near the shed where Triss was.

They both push into the mountainous treeline and begin climbing. Thick brambles catch on Zach, ripping out small chunks of fur as he elbows through the bushes.

The cub is unfazed. Little limbs weave and duck through shrubs with grace, like this was his home.

Eventually they reach a small outcropping with a break in the trees. Jasper started scrambling up the side of a large boulder that looked to provide the best view.

Zach wasn’t too far behind. He got to the top wheezing and out of breath, accepting the cubs open paw to be helped up. Paws on his knees he tries to recollect his breath. All those years of smoking weed and playing video games out of high school was catching up to him. At least he was climbing rocks and not breaking them.

Finally he looks down and sees how high they had climbed. The whole valley was visible. Base camp is just below, their rooftops all looking miniature sized.

From here Zach could see a huge circular lake adjacent to Graysprings, connected together by a green open field. It could be tricks of the light, but he swore he could see groups of furs swimming on the shores.

The sun is just beginning to dip behind the mountains opposite.

“I found this spot last year on my own. It’s awesome.”


“Super cool. I didn’t know there was a lake.”

“A long time ago they built a dam. They teach me a lot of camp history during training.”

There was a pause.

“So you like little boys.”

“Uh. Wow.”

“‘Cause it’s fine if you do. That means you like me.”

“It’s…well starting-”

“Just say yes or no.”

He nods. “Yes.”

Jasper smiles. “You really don’t know anything, huh.”

He continues. “So baaasically I’m taught by the camp to teach new adults. Like telling them all the rules and stuff.”

“Rules?”

“Hold on. So basically Camp Graysprings is a summer camp for cubs. There are two kinds of counselors. Full-time and part-time. Fulltime counselors always live here. Every season they mentor a cub and spend a lot of time together kinda like boyfriends. There are rules, but behind closed doors nothing is off limits.”

“How many fulltime counselors are there?”

“There are a lot less of them than parttimers.”

“And they are all..like me? They like kids?”

“Yep! Oh, the rules. So basically two of them. No cell phones or recording devices. That’s the most important. Number two, physical contact like lap sitting or hand holding in public is okay but kissing or fondling is not okay. The main thing is no innocent counselor or cub sees it.

“I’m guessing that’s what the yellow armband was for.”

“Exactly. That’s how I chose you.”

“You chose me?”

“I liked your horns.”

“Wanna touch them?”

Jasper slowly climbs into Zach’s warm lap. The cub wiggles his butt in looking for a comfy position. He reaches up and starts feeling up the adults horns with small paws. The tactile sensation on his rack sends goosebumps up his shoulders and neck. The kid gently massages the soft velvet, fingers not missing a single square inch of horn. Zach is unable to hold back a deep sigh of satisfaction.

“That felt awesome.”

“I know.”

Feeling bold, Zach wraps his furry arms around Jasper in a big hug. They face each other close, maws almost touching. The buck's heart beats at a furious pace. He had never been close to a kid like this before.

He wasn't a virgin, there was a short lived relationship with a panda girl senior year. Didn't go much further than oral.

Jasper's eyes close and he leans up, pressing his small body against the much older fur. Wet noses collide and Zach’s tongue slips inside, exploring vigorously. A small squeak escapes the cub as they lean into the kiss together, passionately making out with the sunset behind.

Endorphins surge through Zachs mind. He’s living a small part of a much larger desire, running his paws up a prepubescent child’s back and feeling every gasp and moan as they kiss.

Eventually Jasper disconnects, leaving a trail of saliva between the lovers. A hike up a mountain didn’t phase the boy, but a makeout session proved too much, his tummy heaving in and out.

The kiss leaves Zach stiff in his pants. He needs more.

“Hold on, where are you sleeping tonight?” the cub asks. “Where are we sleeping tonight?”

“Uh, Triss told me Campsite B and gave me some vague directions.”

Jasper turns and points to a spot above the river.

“Kinda hard to see but if you look, right there, next to the lake and river.”

Zach squints his eyes. Some small brown shapes emerge around the trail where the cub is pointing. Seemed to be a long way from the main camp. At least there’s endless privacy, something just a few hours ago seemed like a lost treasure.

They make eye contact again and a feeling not felt for many years blossoms in Zach’s heart. There is an obvious breadth of childlike innocence in the way Jasper interacts with the world, yet his eyes betray a level of intelligence with the confidence to put it to use. A dangerous combo.

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” Jasper asks.

Zach sits stunned for a moment. “..I’d love to be your boyfriend Jas.”

“Jas?”

“That’s my new nickname for you.”

“Hey!”

“Hay is for horses Jas. Do I look like a horse?”

“Pff you look dumb, Zachy.”

“Come on, that one needs work.” he laughs.

“Fine. I’ll think of one by tonight.”

The cub fiddles with his shirt pockets and pulls out a cheap plastic watch.

“We’re gonna be late!” He exclaims. “The welcome campfire starts at 9. Everyones gonna be there.”

“I don’t know. Today’s been weird. I’m ready to look at where I’m sleeping. We’re sleeping.”

“Fine.”

Zach’s tummy rumbles loudly.

“Oof.” he says, holding his tummy. “Kinda hungry actually.

“The cafeteria closes at night. There’s food at the welcome campfire though.”

“Fine. Let’s go, grab some dinner and leave.”

“Deal.”

They race down the mountain. Dusk is setting in fast, the way back getting hard to see. Jasper rifles around his shirt pocket before producing a small headlamp. Trying unsuccessfully to wear the clearly adult-size piece of gear he gets frustrated and wears it around his neck like a transformer with the allspark. With the path lit up they continue on.

They burst through the treeline as it gets pitch black. After a bit of careful jogging they reach what Jasper described as ‘introduction night.’

As far as participating in ice breakers with strangers while sitting around the campfire, Zach had zero interest. Can’t say no to free food though.

Dozens of gray plastic foldout tables are covered with what looks like platters of catered food. The boys start loading up their plates and listen to the crowd a hundred meters away.

Every counselor and camper is seated in two different groups in what looks to be over three hundred furs altogether. About a third of those were counselors, the vast majority having cub companions by their side.

They are facing a big wooden podium where a male coyote is speaking. He continues his speech about the camp and its rich history, describing the process of building the dam in excruciating detail. Had Zach had not been shoving chili dogs down his gullet he's not sure if he'd be bored, angry or asleep. Maybe all three.

“That’s how many counselors there are.” Jasper says.

“And they all, y’know, have sex?”

“Not all of them. Maybe a third.”


He stares into the crowd. Trying to distinguish which ones it could be. There is a good amount of women up there he notices.

“On special occasions and holidays all of us get the whole park to ourselves. They throw a big party. Just us. No normies in the park at all.”

Zach's paw is pulled away as the history lesson over the loudspeaker continues in earnest.

“Let's go, c'mon! I’ve heard all this already.” Jasper whines.

The adult relents and lets himself be pulled away towards the main path while licking his paws.

“We're going to Campsite B?”

“Yes, dummy.”

Jasper leads the way with his flashlight bouncing in the rhythm of his kidlike stride. They reach a treeline, walking for what seems like forever before hearing the sound of running water. Before them stretches a wooden bridge. They both carefully cross it, making good use of the handrails.

The duo finally reach a collection of small structures. Too big to be shacks, too small to be proper cabins. There is a campfire ringed with medium sized stones in the rough center of the buildings. A picnic bench sits nearby with someone's stuffed backpack lounging there.

“Zach, did they tell you which one?” the folf asks.

Jasper inspects the cabins trying to get a good look through the windows.

A stick breaks in the distance and his ears gyrate towards the sound. They see a counselor, lanky and uncoordinated, stumble out of the woods fumbling with his zipper. He flinches from Jasper's bright light.

“Was just taking a piss guys. Hello.”

The duo introduces themselves to the Wolf as he looks between them nonplussed.

“Names Owen. Triss told me I didn't hafta come to the welcome campfire so I didn't. It's stupidly boring. She also said I was getting a new roommate. So are you..?”

“Yeah that's us.”

“Right on. Come on inside and meet my boyfriend then.”

The door creaks open, revealing a small living space. In the middle lay a big stove oven with a chimney leading out through the roof.

On opposite sides of the room are two bunk beds. A small cub sits on the lower bed fiddling with a deck of cards. He looks up at the new guests.

Owen squeezes through the door behind them.

“C’mere Wallace. These are our roommates for the summer, Zach and Jasper. Come give the pedophile a kiss.”

Zach flinches.

The rabbit cub approaches without a word. Pure white fur covers him from head to toe, with large ears poking out of his ball cap. He waves awkwardly, not approaching.

“I said give him a kiss wally.”

“Dude its okay-” Zach protests.

“Fine. Fine. He’s just shy. Tomorrow.”

“Speaking of tomorrow I think I’m gonna lay down. It’s been an insane day for me.” Zach replies, desperate to change the subject.
“Alright. Wallace and I are gonna play some cards before bed. Let’s catch breakfast tomorrow, yeah? The four of us. Is that okay? Owen asks, looking at Jasper and not Zach.

“Sounds good.” Jasper shrugs.

“Brekky is at 7 so set your alarms, fags.” He says before leading his boyfriend back to their bunk, starting a conversation about their toothpaste.

Stripping down to just shirt and undies, Zach climbs into the top bunk to mess around with a weird flap protruding from the metal. Pulling it he unspools a fabric screen upwards and attaches it to a metal hook on the ceiling. There was now a decent amount of privacy now.

Jasper, on the ladder, peeks his furry head in.

“Niiice.” he says. The cub slides in wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. With eager energy he climbs on top of Zachs chest and stares into his eyes.

The buck leans down and they share another kiss. Explosive sexual energy blooms in his chest. It was even better the second time. He runs both paws down the length of the boys back before resting them on his exposed butt and gently squeezes, eliciting a strained response from the boy. Something small was poking against him.

Jasper's kid boner was pressing against the adult's tummy. Two inches had escaped his tiny sheath and was throbbing over and over. Sticky juices stained Zach's shirt.

“Hold on,” Zach whispers before wiggling his undies off and baring his adult cock for the first time. It's humanoid shaped, a little on the small side but uncut and sensitive.

Jasper's pupils turn into stars as he watches it become fully erect. A paw reaches over and grasps it, testing the warmth and admiring the length.

Zach was in heaven. The sensation of having a child explore his shaft and glans was indescribable. His hips involuntarily thrust upward every time a teasing finger brushes against his sensitive head. After all the playful teasing Zach’s cock was painfully hard at this point and a bead of pre was forming at the tip.

Grasping Jasper's hands he repositions him so he's straddling the adults waist. Their dicks squish against each other lewdly.

Already guided by the pleasurable sensations, the kid begins rocking back and forth. A sigh leaves his mouth and whispers how good it feels.

With some moisture from his maw Zach grasps them both and begins a frotting motion. Delightful pleasure shoots up his spine as he masturbates the pair.

Aah~  Aah~

Jasper's rocking turns into humping as he thrusts dutifully into his new boyfriend's paw, eager for the friction they provided.

The cubs head leans back in ecstasy.

“Im gonna-”

“Me too.” Zach grunts.

They shudder together in mutual orgasm, sending rope after rope of cum streaking across the bucks tummy. Trying to keep quiet they let go of soft whimpers and noises as liquid hot pleasure courses through them.

Jasper clenches his thighs together as he rides out the pleasure. He sighs in satisfaction as Zach squeezes the base of his knot in rhythm with the throbbing. Exhausted, he collapses.

They pant heavily on each other's chest. Wagging his tail the cub smiles wide and affectionately grooms Zach's stomach, licking the combined cum clean off his fur.

After he's done he scoots up to kiss his companion. Zach gags as he accepts the kiss as well as a gift of unswallowed semen. Their tongues fight and the buck swallows it after a moment of surprise.

“That was hot.” the cub whispered in his ear.

Zach's eyelids struggle to stay open. Jasper feels like a living weighted blanket cuddled up to him like this.

Jasper buries his snout into the nape of Zach's neck. It isn't long before he begins to hear the gentle breathing of his chest as the buck falls asleep.

The cub runs his paws up and down his new friend's bare chest, feeling up the contours of his muscles and gently pulling on his soft fur. It wasn't long before the drowsiness starts setting in.

Zach wasn’t the only one stressed out today. For Jasper, most of the afternoon was spent in the courtyard. Sitting on the sideline, eyeing up counselors for the yellow sash. This year it was much harder finding the right someone. Too many counselors that were girls or weren’t his type. That was when he saw a rack of antlers bobbing above the crowd.

And the buck was cute. With his khaki pants and khaki scout uniform he looked like he walked off the set of crocodile dundee. Jasper felt a crush instantly.

“Sweet dreams Zachy.” Jasper whispers before joining him in deep slumber.

End day 1










 










































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