So I saw this YCH from
\n\t\t\t\t\tKaputOtter of a bunch of naked girls dancing around a campfire and I immediately though, "This is something Perci would definitely do." That being said, I still had my reservations about bidding. Then I scrolled down to the comments section and saw that \n\t\t\t\t\tbunny.paws had put in a girl for his nudist cat girl Traci (in the top left) and I couldn't resist introducing her to Perci. And thus this story was born.Actually, it feels like I've been posting a lot of Perci recently, haven't I? Don't worry, I have a few things in the works involving the boys, plus a couple a cameos from another user's OCs.
Thanks again to
\n\t\t\t\t\tbunny.paws for letting me write his character and proofreading as well and to \n\t\t\t\t\tKaputOtter for the fantastic art. Maybe I'll commission a sequel where Traci and Perci get a little more friendly. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: Yeah, it was an absolute blast. With all of us dancing around the bonfire, wearing nothing but garlands and flowers like we were witches, under the starry sky… pure magic.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: Wait, I thought you said they weren't all nudists.
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: Oh, they were by the time the night was over. It's amazing how quickly girls shed their inhibitions in the company of other girls.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: You're not wrong. I have a few less-than-SFW college stories that back that up.
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: The wine might've helped, too.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: Man, I wish I could've been there.
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: You could be.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: ?
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: We're doing it again this year.
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: The Friday after next, actually. Assuming it doesn't rain.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: Wait! Are you invoking me?
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: *inviting
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: Why not? The more the merrier.
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: As long as you're willing to make the trip up here.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: Holy shit!
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: I take it that you're in?
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: Hell yeah, I'm in!
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: Wait! Hold on!
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: Yeah, my calendar's free then. Totally in!
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: Cool.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: So is there an address or...
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: It's about a mile and a half hike into the middle of the forest. You might get lost alone, so how about we meet up sometime beforehand and I'll lead the way.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: That works.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: Actually, I could ride a ferry over. Would you be cool with picking me up from the harbor?
Tyranno-Cornish Rex: Yeah, I don't mind.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: You're the best, Rex.
A week and a half after this exchange, Perci found herself on a ferry across the Long Island Sound, watching the giant fish-shaped land mass she called home drift away into the horizon. The waves crashed against the boat's hull and provided a tranquil white noise, allowing the darkly-coated canine to curb her nervous excitement and reflect on how she first came into contact with her mysterious new friend.
It was a random night in April when she realized she was the only girl in her circle of friends who had a penchant for nudity. Sure, there were occasionally play parties and orgies where her female friends casually stripped down to partake in the fun, but none were as daringly exhibitionistic as her. They never visited nude beaches or dared to go streaking in the middle of the night. The only person who shared that perversion was Patrigue, and Perci wasn't sure how often she'd be able to see him after moving back home post-graduation.
So, with most problems she had, she went to Google. There were tons of image boards dedicated to all her hobbies and kinks with users from all over the world. Sadly, none of the users she met lived anywhere close to Long Island.
She quickly switched gears and took a more focused look at things going on more locally. It turned out there weren't any nudist groups or kink clubs on Long Island. With the rise of the internet in all its pornographic glory, Perci considered that people would've stopped being such prudes and finally learned to have fun by now. But alas, no such luck.
However, upon asking Patrigue for help, she found a sliver of hope: a New England/Mid-Atlantic nudist chat room. With a quick invite link, she was in and greeted by dozens of cheerful nudists and naturists.
They all seemed friendly enough, asking plenty of questions and bringing up plenty of interesting stories. The most outgoing of the group happened to be a Cornish Rex cat who was also one of the group moderators. She would post multiple news articles about body acceptance. She'd bring up discussion points about nudism. She'd even post a few selfies every now and then. The poodle couldn't help but be drawn to her adventurous personality (and the unique fur pattern across her body).
The uniquely-named "Tyranno-Cornish Rex" eventually mentioned that she lived in Rhode Island, only a boat ride away from Perci. With that news, Perci eagerly approached her in private messages, hoping they could one day meet up. The rest, as they say, was history.
And now, she was on her way to the Ocean State. This wasn't her first trip out of state. After all, there was that time she drove all the way to West Virginia to see her favorite underground rock band, but that's a story for another time. It wasn't long before the ferry reached its destination. Once the boat docked, Perci stepped back onto solid ground, and opened up her phone.
BlackDogInAPurpleHaze: Just got off the boat. I'm the black poodle with purple highlights.
Pressing send, she looked around for the house cat that would be her ride to the party. Seconds later, she heard the sound of a notification alert. She turned her head towards the noise and spotted a familiar-looking feline only a few feet away checking her phone. She almost didn't recognize her with her clothes on.
"Tyranno-Cornish Rex?" Perci called out.
Immediately, the cat reacted. Swiveling her ears forward before noticing the poodle in front of her.
"Oh hey," she answered "Yeah, that would be me. You can just call me Traci, though."
"Perci."
"Do you spell it with an 'I' on the end?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I do, too."
"Oh, cool!"
"Yep," Traci nodded. "So are you ready for tonight?"
"Hell yeah!"
"All right, let's go then. I parked over this way," Traci said as she made her way to the parking lot.
Jumping into the car, the duo took off for the highway. The sun was just starting to set, the clear blue sky phasing into shades of orange. Synth chords and 808 beats blasted from the dashboard stereo as they headed towards one hell of a night in the woods.
Perci occasionally piped up with a question, with which Traci would nonchalantly answer:
"Who else is going to be there?"
"Four other girls."
"What are they like?"
"Don't know them too well, just online, but they all seem pretty chill."
"Will there be food there?"
"Yeah, I got a cooler of stuff in the trunk."
"Will there be alcohol?"
"I don't drink or smoke personally, but usually somebody brings some wine or weed."
Having snuck an ounce in her pocketbook herself, Perci was thankful for that last answer. After ten minutes of driving, Traci turned onto a dirt road leading into a heavily forested area. A minute later, they reached a small circular clearing of dirt that ended the trail like a cul-de-sac.
"This is our stop," Traci announced.
"Where are the girls and the fire pit?" Perci inquired, looking around.
"About half a mile north. We're gonna walk the rest of the way."
Putting the car in park and turning off the ignition, the feline stepped out of the car and circled round to the trunk. After collecting her pocketbook, Perci did the same, only to find the feline was now topless, holding her shirt in her hand.
"Oh, Hello!" The canine blurted.
The Cornish Rex couldn't help but chuckle in response.
"Yeah, I rarely run into anyone on the trails here," she explained as she pulled her shorts down to her ankles. "So I figure it's best to leave my clothes in the trunk where I know some pervert or feral animal isn't going to scurry away with them when I'm not looking."
"Oh, that's… actually not a bad idea," Perci admitted. "But what if you do happen to run into someone?"
"Like I care," Traci brushed off, as she tossed her clothes in the trunk, leaving her in her birthday suit. "Most people I run into are chill about it anyway. One guy even asked for a photo with him."
"Really?"
"Yeah, found the pic online the next day."
"Wait, you said 'yes' to him?"
"Like I said, don't care. Not like it's the only naked photo of me on the web anyway."
"Woah." Even with all the public stuff she's done, Perci couldn't imagine the thought of having her nude form immortalized on the internet where literally anybody could see.
"So do you wanna…" the house cat chimed in after a moment of silence, motioning to the open trunk.
It didn't immediately click in the poodle's head, but as she looked back and forth at the cat's naked body and the trunk, she realized that Traci expected her to follow her lead.
"Oh!... Uh, yeah. Sure, just… one moment," she faltered, quickly lifting her shirt and chucking it into the car.
She attempted to do the same with her bra, but the strap proved to be too tight. Eager to get going, she switched to her bottoms, tugging both her pants and underwear down to her shins. However, upon stepping out of them, her foot snagged on the clothing, causing her to lose her balance and tumble backwards onto her butt.
"Woah, you okay?"
"Ugh!" she grunted. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You want some help?"
"No, I got it," Perci asserted as she untangled the garments from her legs and pushed herself back on her feet.
Tossing her clothes into the trunk, the bottomless canine reached back for the hooks of her bra. After ten seconds of fiddling with little progress, she grew impatient.
"I changed my mind. Please help me get this damn thing off." she begged, turning her back to Traci.
Perci felt the cat's hands at her back before the tightness of her bra finally collapsed and she was able to slip the undergarment off her body.
"Hold up, you got some dirt on your butt," she let her know.
Perci sighed, "Well, I did just… you know."
"Don't worry, I gotcha covered."
"What do you m-"
Suddenly, the dog clenched up as she was struck with the sensation of something wet brushing against her posterior.
"Wet naps!" Traci answered. "Always come in handy when you least expect it."
Oh, so she's just cleaning me off, she thought. Originally holding in the urge to yip, her body relaxed as she realized she wasn't actually being molested. Besides, the unexpected feeling wasn't necessarily unpleasant.
"All right, that should do it. It's still a bit wet, so I recommend you don't sit for a while unless you wanna get your butt dirty again… not in the fun way either"
Finishing cleaning the dog's derriere, Traci threw the pack of wet naps back in the car and grabbed the cooler.
"And butts like yours are too nice to get messy that way," she added as she slammed the trunk shut.
Perci could only stand there as her cheeks grew red under her black fur from the comment.
"So, shall we?"
Turning around, the poodle saw Traci had already taken the first steps toward what must've been the pathway to their destination.
"C-Coming!" Perci clamored, swiftly catching up to her new friend.
The trek there was relatively silent. While the cat led, focusing on the trail, the dog followed behind, with her tail tucked between her legs and her head in the clouds.
After all, it's not everyday a girl flirts with her like that. Okay, that's not exactly true. Her university friends have complimented her before, but she knew they were straight. Traci on the other hand, never mentioned which ways she swings in their chats. For now, Perci saw her as a sexual enigma.
And come to think of it, Perci wasn't the only one with a nice ass. As the walk went on, the poodle's eyes occasionally lingered on the swishing tail of the feline in front of her and the cute cheeks that rested underneath it. Man, the things she'd do to that ass if she let her.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"Huh?" Perci snapped out of it.
"Just saying. You've been awfully quiet back there."
"Oh, that, yeah. I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
"Uh…" she hesitated. "Nothing specific. Just letting it wander, you know?"
"Yeah, I get that. My boyfriend does that all the time."
"Your… boyfriend?"
"Oh, I never told you about Caleb? Yeah, he's pretty chill. Just lays back and stares into space every now and then. You'd probably like him. He's a nudist, too."
"Oh… yeah, that's pretty cool."
Well, that settles it, she thought.
Just like that, any ideas of sapphic sensuality between her and her feline friend were dashed.
Whatever, she reaffirmed, this is nothing to get worked up about. There's gonna be four other naked girls there and we're gonna have the night of our lives, sex or no.
"Hey, that must be them!" Traci indicated, pointing in the direction of the red glow of campfire behind the trees.
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As last, the duo finally caught a glimpse of the red tint of campfire behind the trees.
After a couple of minutes of following the bright orange light, they reached their destination and met the women that had already arrived.
“About time you showed up, Trace!” one of the girls exclaimed.
"Hello, everyone! This is Perci. Perci, this is everyone."
"Hey there," the canine waved.
The crowd returned the gesture:
"Welcome!"
"Why hello there!"
"Bienvenida!"
"Yo!"
Some of them were in varying levels of undress while some of them were still fully clothed. However, if what Traci said about last year was correct, they'd all be naked by the end of the party.
"All right, everyone!" the Cornish Rex called out. "The fire is lit and the food is here."
She punctuated her message dropping the cooler a heavy thud.
"So, I say," she continued, opening the cooler and revealing an impressive assortment of snacks and drinks. "Let's get this fucking party started!"
With the cheers of the other forest-goers, the bonfire had officially begun. Food was passed about, dances were performed, vines were turned into garlands, and stories were shared. Eventually, one of the ladies revealed that she brought along a few bottles of red wine and encouraged the other girls to imbibe themselves. Perci also let it slip that she brought a stash of her own, along with her pipe.
With wine filling their bellies and weed filling their lungs, the inhibitions of the partygoers slowly disappeared as the sun set. Piece by piece, clothes were eschewed in favor of bare fur. One daring damsel even threw her clothes into the fire without a trace of guilt. It was one of the coolest things Perci had ever seen.
The hours had passed and the sky had grown dark and spotted with stars, but the fire and the girls surrounding it were both as lively as when the shindig first began. Perci had long lost count of how many songs they sang or how many dances they did, but it was about three and half hours into the night when all the sweating from dancing began to make her feel dehydrated. She sauntered over to the cooler to grab a water bottle, where she found Traci leaning on a tree, equally as sweaty and helping herself to some water as well.
"Hey there, stranger. Glad I invited you?"
"Oh fuck yeah," the weary poodle replied. "I'm going to remember this night for the rest of my life."
Opening the cooler, Perci bent down and dug through the half-melted ice until she closed her digits around the freezing cold plastic bottle of water.
"Woah, why didn't I notice that before?" she heard.
Drink in hand, she popped her head up, to see the commotion, "Notice what?"
"Your back tattoo, dude!"
"Oh, you like it?" she asked, turning around to show it.
"Yeah, it complements your black fur. That's the polyamory symbol, right?"
"Yep."
"Hey, fun fact. Did you know the symbol for polyamory was originally just the symbol for pi."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, it was on the pride flag. You know, because the decimal numbers go on infinitely, like poly love. Plus, the Greek letter pi corresponds to the letter 'P' for polyamory."
"Huh, I had no idea."
"Well, at the time, the creator of the pride flag wanted to keep it subtle, since having multiple partners was associated with religious polygamy and not as generally accepted. But, honestly the infinite heart symbol is a much better representation in my opinion."
"Where'd you learn all that?"
"Here and there. I just like learning about the art and the history behind it, especially pride stuff."
"Pride stuff?"
"Yeah, I mean, I'm bi, my boyfriend's pan, and we're both poly. So it makes sense to learn about our culture."
"Wait, you are!?"
With the speed of lightning, the canine swung back around to face her conversation partner. Had Traci been any closer to Perci, she would've felt the brute force of her long, hoop-pierced ears swinging around the canine's head.
"I guess I never mentioned that, huh?" the cat wondered aloud.
"Uh… no?"
Traci shrugged, "Well, I can get pretty flirtatious sometimes, so most everyone figures it out eventually. Remember when I said you had a nice ass?"
Perci could only gulp and slowly nod as her mouth went dry.
"Yeah, I meant that. I wasn't just being cheeky… pun not intended."
With a stretch of her arms, the feline lifted herself off from the tree.
"Anyway, I'm gonna rejoin the party. Seeya by the fire!"
Perci stood there motionless. She'd been without clothing for hours, but it was only now that the canine truly felt naked, her heart turned to putty.
She always asserted that she liked men and women and (non-binary people) equally, but the truth was a little more complicated. While she leaned slightly more towards men in her sexual fantasies, her romantic fantasies always leaned more sapphic, fawning over women the same way stans fawn over K-pop idols.
And now, she had stood fully nude in front of another female lover of women, and was told that they liked what she had to offer. Instinctively, her breath grew heavy, her heartbeat accelerated, her breasts stood on end, and her legs squeezed together as thoughts of the two of them alone together began spinning out of control.
"Oh Lord," the blushing poodle muttered. "I'm crushing on her, aren't I?