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Unforeseen circumstances has him distracted by another scout while the tiger Daniel and his hare muskslut have some more fun! ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Mr. Miller the scoutmaster has his eyes set on bedding Corey during the last night of the survival hike. Unforeseen circumstances has him distracted by another scout while the tiger Daniel and his hare muskslut have some more fun! ", "writing": "The scoutmaster grunted as he crested the hill ahead of the cubs. It was a little past noon, and their survival hike was at an end, the hill rolling down revealing a flat plain with a few wooden structures and a parking lot to the back. They had been walking since 8 and now that it was on the third day, most of the cubs were worn thin, several of them being fussy and short-tempered, a single fight having to have been managed and even the well-built bloodhound feeling a weariness in his bones, even if he could never show it to the boys of course. \n\"We're here guys! Just another 30 minutes and you can kick up your footpaws, get a shower, use a proper loo even!\" He yelled at the cubs struggling up the hill, many of them sharply tweaking their heads when he used his 'sergeant voice' even though they should have been used to it by this point. The canine was in his early forties and starting to grey, but it would be a while before any of these guys would be able to outperform him when it came to stamina, and he made a show out of walking down and up the hill a couple of times, encouraging the depleted boys with his presence and the occasionally barking commands. That cub should know by know how to fix his straps properly! Why was that backpack loaded with the heavy things on top? With his somewhat stern mixture of encouragement and aggression, he had his boys climb the hill in somewhat good order. \nClose to him, an arctic fox named Simon was having a bit of trouble, the teen carrying a heavier load than most, Mr. Miller believing that authority and responsibility went hand in hand. The bloodhound got close and grabbed the teen just as he slipped on a loose turf, holding him upright while the tired youth caught his breath. \n\"Thanks Scoutmaster.\" The vulpine muttered breathlessly, the troop leader taking several heavy intakes of much-needed air before he soldiered on. \n\"No problem, Simon, don't forget to engage your core. Tighten those abs!\" \n\"I'm trying.\" The fox wheezed as he climbed up the top of the hill, giving the canine a nice view of his shapely butt which had been trained extensively by the lad's many years in the cubscouts. Not that he thought he had a chance with him, his gaydar did not ping when engaging with the arctic fox, and he knew there were others more readily available. With that thought the scoutmaster rounded up the last stragglers and they made a good pace going downhill to the permanent scout camp. The very last cubs in the line were Corey and Daniel, the hare and the tiger the most worn out of them all, with Corey noticeably staggering on occasion even when walking on level ground. The bloodhound had been keeping an eye out for them, knowing that getting intimate during night could lead to strange and unpleasant consequences once the sun was shining again. He was quite happy to note that the slightly bigger Daniel was taking his time and helping his friend out, but then again, the two had been thick as thieves since they joined the scoutmaster's troop of 10 to 13 year-olds a couple of years back.\n\n\n\"Civilization, at last!\" The tiger tween exclaimed as they crested the hill, his paw hovering close to Corey's elbow as the hare almost stumbled again. Given how he had plowed his butt the night before, he couldn't really fault him for walking with a bit of a limp, and the two had been making sure to stay at the back of the pack to ward off any suspicions. \nThe grey-furred lagomorph stunk like a skunk as well, the clouds of musk almost visible as far as the tiger could surmise. \n\"Look the scoutmaster said there's even showers down there. You definitely need to get one!\" \nCorey just muttered under his breath, putting one footpaw in front of the other mechanically. His stomach had been broiling after their play had been over, and once he had gotten a check on that, his bladder had forced him out of the tent and into the fairly cool night. This was his second day in a row with less-than-ideal sleep, and with the strain of all the hiking, the hare was [i]really[/i] at the end of his ropes. Even the continuously enticing smells that wafted off his facial fur couldn't arouse the tween, even though he appreciated how many times the bigger tiger had steadied him and waited for him as they had traversed the hilly and wooded countryside. \nSaid feline kept close, occasionally holding his elbow as he slipped in his exhaustion, although he would occasionally mutter out lewd remarks that, at this time, didn't do much to lift the hare's mood. \n\"Maybe you should shower as well!\" He barked at one time, but the tiger just snickered and poked his ribs before speeding up, leaving the huffing Corey mumbling angrily.\n\n\nEven if the hike was over, the work wasn't. After a 2-hour period of free time, in which the cubs could shower and get their tents up and frolic a bit, groups were arranged. Some were sent into the forest to gather firewood, some were to start the cooking fire, others were selected as cooks and went into the mess-hall building which featured a functional if archaic kitchen that was wood-fired, with black-enameled steel pots and pans hanging from slightly rusty hooks. When they arrived at the mess hall, another scoutmaster had ensured that their small bags and backpacks with changing clothes and other stuff had been ferried there, some instantly picking up their phones and calling their parents, others munching down a stowed-away chocolate bar. \nCorey had showered, now wearing fresh underwear, feeling somewhat refreshed, and he headed into the woods alongside Daniel and few other of the scouts, scavenging for dry wood for the big fire the scoutmaster wanted. None of the boys knew what was coming for their meal, but the hare thought that the gruff bloodhound really had to show them something good as a reward for completing their hike. \nWhen they got back, hauling dry sticks and branches like they were natives, he was pleasantly surprised to find out that the sturdy Mr. Miller had arranged for a whole pig to be delivered. Cubs were busy cleaning it out, innards discarded, spices rubbed in, and with some scout-like ropework, the skinned carcass had been mounted on a giant spit, ready to rotate once the fire got going. The hare did feel a bit dejected when he realized there was a fairly sizeable gathering of wood logs nestled against the back of the shower building, the scoutmaster never allowing his troops a break it seemed like. \n\n\nThe somewhat greying bloodhound was relaxing on a treestump, telling tall tales while the darkness fell and the pig was slowly rotated by different cubs as it cooked. Some were inside, chopping up veggies, making some coleslaw, others on potato peeling duty, the canine making sure the boys would get a nice and full meal once the swine had been roasted to perfection. \nDespite his intentions, he noted that some of the slices that came off were a bit to the red side, and he hoped to God that no one would come down with a stomach bug as the famished cubs feasted on their well-deserved meal inside the mess hall, the weather too cool now for them to eat comfortably outside now. At the far end was a massive fireplace, and logs were crackling as they burned, the faint smell of woodsmoke mixing with the aroma of the festive meal.\n\"Take another slice! Get your protein in guys!\" His voice boomed, and most of the roasted pig ended up in his troop's bellies by the time the outside was fully dark. Many of his scouts were nodding tiredly, some already having excused themselves to their tents, and the bloodhound kept a close eye on the musk-loving hare and his friend, the latter occasionally poking the former in the ribs to keep him awake. \n\nFinally, after rousing the cubs to a bit of marshmellow goodness outside, the scoutmaster and his two troopleaders herded the exhausted cubs into their tents, the canine going to bed as the very last one, making sure that everything was in order. \nHe allowed himself one luxury, even if it was a hassle to carry, a foldable bed, and his large form made the aluminium creak as he settled onto it, groaning as he groped his plump sheath through his underwear, imagining the fun he would have with the hare if circumstances allowed it. \n\n\n--------------------------------\n\n\nCorey's eyes had been halflidded for most of the day, and it was Daniel who had had the foresight to set up their tent furthest away from the fire and the others' tents. He knew that sounds carried loud and clear through the synthethic fabric, and wanted as much privacy as possible. \nUnlike the hare, the tiger hadn't showered, and his boots almost made a slurping sound when he pulled them off.\n\"Come here, faggot.\" It felt mean, but also powerful, to talk down to his friend like that, and he relished how Corey hurried to obey, kneeling in front of him. \n\"Take off my socks, with your [i]mouth[/i]!\" It helped him out to not feel that he was gay or liked boys, taking a tone of voice like it was a dare, and the grimy, sweat-dripping sock audibly spattered sour musk into the submissive hare's mouth as he leaned forward and bit down on the tip of it. Corey coughed from the vile taste, but a needy moan began to arise from the back of his throat. Daniel made him repeat the process and then laid himself down on his sleeping roll, lifting up his footpaws, lint everywhere, the fur there utterly drenched with three days worth of musk.\n\"Clean me. Start by sucking on my toes..\" He pulled at his khakis, allowing his member to flop out, and he stroked his aromatic prick slowly while his friend debased himself, his tongue soon washing in-between his grimy toes. \n\n\n\nMeanwhile, Scoutmaster Miller was close to rubbing one out and instead decided to get dressed and walk a round, maybe if he could catch the tiger and the hare he could seperate them, get the hare for himself? He wasn't sure how to play it out, there would be other trips, other scouts, but the needy and nasty Corey had really elicited something potent inside his mind and his sheath bulged out as he imagined the lagomorph swallowing down his musky shaft. \nAs he got seated, his underwear did that thing where they opened up, and a cloud of his scent wafted into his nose. He grinned, [i]really[/i] hoping to get his unwashed prick serviced by the boy, and got fully dressed with some difficulty as his shaft poked further out its sheath.\nThe bloodhound froze then, as slow steps came up to his tent, and someone called out.\n\"Mr. Miller? Are you awake?\" It was Simon's voice. \n\"Ahem, yeah, I am,\" the fully dressed scoutmaster said, quick to zip open the tent, \"I was just about to take a walk.\" \nThe arctic fox stood awkwardly in front of him, one paw clutching the other wrist, shivering a bit. \n\"C-c-can we... Do you have the time to talk with me? I have something I would like to... dicuss...\" \nThe canine cocked his head, this was not like Simon at all, being all insecure like that. But it wasn't the first time a cubscout would come to his tent for advice or to talk about problem at home or even the difficulties of early dating for those few who grew up quick.\n\n\nOver in Corey and Daniel's tent, the hare was already reeking, the tiger taking pleasure in rubbing his spit-slickened soles against his facial fur, digging his moist toes in under his ears, Corey protesting weakly as he was given the nastiest wet willy of his life, his meek whines ignored by the grinning Daniel. His spiny dick would twitch whenever he saw the submission of the hare, when he licked and suckled on his toes, the way his khakis bulged out. Occasionally he would set his footpaw on the other boy's crotch, Corey mewling as he was toyed with.\n\"Enough of that. Come and lick my balls instead.\" Daniel had been lying down and now got to his knees as well, shimmying out of his khakis, his orange and black striped thighs fully revealed, grimy off-white fur covering his crotch, contrasting nicely with his engorged dick. \"Damn, it smells bad...\" the tiger muttered, \"and you did [i]so[/i] well cleaning it off yesterday~\" \nThe hare just mewled, crawling in, dragging his nose down the shaft, staring cross-eyed at the meat that had taken his virginity, before his nostrils flared directly against Daniel's musky nutsack. That mix of stale sweat and adolescent funk had been magnified by three days of hiking, and the pheromones set his brain alight, his member chafing against his khakis as he extended his tongue. He felt some grime, lint or whatever, and sputtered, working tongue and teeth so he could swallow it, and then got to work, dislodging three days worth of ballsweat.\n\"Oh yeah...\" Daniel moaned under his breath, his paw on the back of the hare's head, keeping him in place, directing his licking, pushing him further under to where groin met ass and the musk was the most intense. His short tail waggled furiously as he huffed, moaned and slurped, his tongue working balls and taint with equal gusto. \n\"Now suck me~\" \nCorey pulled back and Daniel stared into his pretty, brown eyes. \nWait?\nPretty?\nThat was hella ga- Ohhhhh....\n\"Ohhhhhh yeah....\" The hare's warm mouth engulfed his stinky member and all thoughts were washed away by pure pleasure.\n\n\n\"I just don't know what to do. When he's sleeping there right next to me I want to hold him and I want to touch him and I-I-I sometime... You know...\" Simon's voice trailed off and he looked away blushing. They were sitting side-by-side on the scoutmaster's bed, the thirteen-year-old revealing his infatuation with his fellow troop-leader\n\"You jerk off inside the tent, right next to him?\" Mr. Miller asked dryly, the fox's white-furred head snapping to attention, caught like deer in the headlights. \"Don't worry about it. You aren't weird or fucked up or anything. Can't help who you are attracted to.\" \n\"My parents would probably [i]kill[/i] me if they knew! [i]James[/i] most certainly would!\" Simon clenched his paws into fists, shaking a bit, eyes growing moist.\n\"That's a problem for another day, but one which you will have to face. Tell them the truth, or lie and string them along to believe you are still their good and God-fearing boy. As for James.. Well, it's just the worst to have a crush on someone who doesn't share your feelings.\" It always felt strange to hear his own gruff, authorative voice give advice like this, but there was no helping it, awkward talks were part and parcel of being an authority figure over developing youths. \n\"Ugh, I know, I just... I don't know who to talk to about this. I mean, other than you.\" The arctic fox's voice was earnest and desperate, blue eyes searching for approval, for guidance.\n\"I'm glad you trust me that much,\" Mr. Miller said, \"and for that I will trust you with a secret of my own. I'm also... Gay.\" It felt so strange to say it to a cub which his gaydar hadn't picked up, almost as if he gave away some of his authority, and the way the teen's blue eyes widened and his mouth opened to a perfect O had him cringe inwardly. But he couldn't show it, and kept his gaze level with the boy. \"That's right. You know.. You don't have to be a limp-wristed, lisping caricature just because you like boys instead of girls.\" \n\"Are you serious?\" The fox gasped.\n\"Dead serious. What, you want me to prove it to you?\" Simon flinched and then his ears splayed back and forth a couple of times, his vulpine tail whooshing as it wagged over the bed. From the top of the scoutmaster's tent hung a camping lamp, and its light was more than sufficient to show the sudden, rosy blush that appeared on the fox's cheeks. His gaydar might have been out of commission, but his cub-wrangling skills were second-to-none. The bloodhound scooted closer and then put his big paw on the teen's thigh, gently rubbing his fingers closer to his groin.\n\"Mr. Miller...\" \n\"You can call me Terrence.\" Simon gasped as the canine's meaty paw rubbed his crotch directly. \"Now come give me a kiss and let me prove myself to you~\" \n\nThe bed was creaking, the fox sitting on his lap, his member squeezing into his stomach, the bloodhound's cock rubbing against the cleft of his rump. Loud slurps filled the air as they deeply french-kissed, the teen quickly catching on, the scoutmaster occasionally having to stop and instruct him to [i]not[/i] just stick the tongue straight in and [i]not[/i] mash his face so hard that his teeth ripped at his lips. By this point they were down to their underwear, and the warmth of the white-furred vulpine's member rubbed against the bloodhound's muscular stomach.\nThe teen's paws were wrapped over his shoulders and neck, while his big paws were on the taut butt, squeezing the cub's asscheeks, kneading them, trapping his leaking member between the buns separated by two layers of fabric.\nMr. Miller broke off the kiss, saliva dripping down on his chest and he searched the vulpine's blue eyes. \"So... When you jerk off, do you fantasize about giving or taking?\" \n\"Uhh..\" For a moment confusion clouded the fox's face and then his ears strutted and his blush grew heavy. \"Uhmmm, taking I guess...\" Simon muttered, looking down and away.\n\"Nothing wrong with that, bottoming feels great, topping feels great, what matters is that both you and your partner are enjoying yourselves.\" \n\"You want to...?\" The fox blushed even harder, he couldn't look into the bloodhound's eyes, but his white tail wagged furiously and he settled a bit further down, squeezing his crack against the scoutmaster's cock.\n\"I'd love to. Gotta get it slick first though. Wanna try a blowjob? If we lie down, we can 69?\" \n\nThe fox practically bounced off his lap in his haste to undress fully, paws hovering over his crotch afterwards.\n\"Don't be like that Simon, show me the goods!\" Mr. Miller said, letting a bit of authority into his voice, grasping his member behind the knot and dangling his meat around like a hypnotist wheel, the fox slowly letting off, revealing his own descent and throbbing girth. \n\"Gotta warn you, I didn't have time to shower..\" \nThe fox's tail just wagged harder and he climbed the bed, the two males ending up on their sides, a throbbing cock right in each of their faces. The scoutmaster heard loud sniffings and saw the vulpine's dick twitch and shoot precum. He grinned and then opened his maw, the straight-acting fox emitting a surprisingly girlish moan as he swallowed up his shaft.\n\n\"Let's stop it here before I shoot down your throat,\" the canine said breathlessly, the fox showing a surprising amount of skill at cocksucking, almost getting him to blow. He didn't want that, instead wanting to knot and lock inside his virgin tailhole. \n\"Get on your knees and elbows. Strut up your tail,\" he pulled at it, guiding the teen, \"yes, like that, now let me just...\" He leaned in and stuck his tongue out.\n\n\n\n\"Ohhh Daniel~\" The hare's legs quivered as his friend licked out his butt. The sensation of the feline's tongue spreading his folds made his dick twitch and he ground his face against his sleeping bag, the heavy musk of the tiger's footpaws and cock clinging to his tongue and wafting out to tickle his nostrils on every breathy exhale. \nFor a moment the licking stopped. \"I'm only doing this because you showered.\" The licking resumed, then stopped again. \"And because it felt nice when you did it for me.\" More licking. \"And because it sounds funny when I do [i]this[/i].\" His tongue penetrated the hare's sphincter and the submissive tween moaned girlishly as the tiger's tongue poked inside his body again and again. His legs quivered and his humanoid member squirted precum as he was eaten out. \nThen Daniel spanked his rump and reared up, his spit-slick 4incher pulsing with need. He set it against the hare's entrance and it pulsed, shooting precum directly inside him, Corey moaning as the tip squeezed in, then a bit of the shaft, then a bit more. He pushed back, wanting the tiger fully inside and the barbed cock speared him fully, both cubs moaning with pleasure. The feline grabbed Corey's long ears as handlebars, pulling back his head, and began a proper, juvenile rut, the only thing on his mind was getting off as fast as possible. \n\n\n\nScoutmaster Miller took it slow. He was fairly well-endowed, 8 inches of canine meat with a knot the size of two golf-balls side-by-side. Simon was whimpering and moaning as the bloodhound took his virginity, each inch of cock eliciting strained and wheezy exhales of pleasure and pain as he took the first cock of his life. \nThe canine pushed in another inch, then reared back so only the tip was inside, spitting down, pushing in, pulling out, spitting some more, getting the thirteen-year-old as slick as possible before he lost his bearings and rutted him properly. \n\"You just tell me to slow down if it hurts, alright?\" It had to be said, and the white-furred vulpine nodded weakly, though he bit down on the sleeping bag, muffling his voice when it got too bad. \n\"It gets easier the more you stretch.\" The bloodhound muttered, sinking his shaft in so that his knot was close to kissing the quivering ring of the fox. All he got in return was another muffled whimper. He reached underneath and felt the cub seize up as he grabbed his erection by the base of his knot, quickly letting go, sensing he was close to shooting his load. \n\"You ain't cumming before I do!\" He mumbled sternly, giving the thirteen-year-old a proper shove, from tip to close to the knot again, picking up the pace, grunts and muffled whines filling the air. The teen's ass stretched more and more, and his fat bulb was soon spreading him out. The scoutmaster began to short-thrust then, knot spreading the sphincter on repeat, breaching it further and further, his massive weight driving the vulpine into the bed. \n\"Gonna fucking knot your tight little ass!\" He growled under his breath, ever mindful of not waking up any of his troop, and the fox scrabbled with the sleeping bag, stuffing more of it into his mouth to stop his loud whines from penetrating the silence. \n\"Fuuuuuck!\" A loud pop and a high-pitched '[i]Eeeeeeiiiiiii![/i]' filled the air as his engorged knot locked tight, the bloodhound grunting and groaning as his eight inches and then some filled the teen's clenching ass and filled it with his seed. The fox's ring-muscle was convulsing, obviously shooting his load against the bed, and it milked the grizzled scoutmaster who kept up thrusting, burying his cock just [i]that[/i] much deeper, rope after rope of canine semen flooding the fox's colon. \n\n\n\nDaniel had shot his load pretty fast, but Corey hadn't climaxed yet, and they were doing a repeat of the previous night's exploits. This time the tiger had his arms angled backwards so that he wasn't crushing the hare as much while Corey's tongue was up his sweaty butthole. His footpaws were slick with precum and he was rubbing them together, focusing his soles only the tween's cockhead, the overstimulation driving him crazy, his whines luckily muffled by the tiger's asscheeks. He could see his friend's breathing grow more quick and the hare buckled his hips as he finally came, juvenile semen making Daniel's soles all wet and sticky.\n\"I think my record for pawing off is 5 times~\" The tiger muttered, keeping up his grinding, his soles mercilessly tormenting the hare. \n\"MPHFFFFHF!\" The overstimulated Corey whined, but with his just-a-bit-heavier weight, it was no issue for the tiger to grab the hare's paws and keep them down while his snout got buried even deeper into his ass, the footpaw assault continuing. \n\"[i]mppppppppfffffffffffffffhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhf!!![/i]\"\n\"That's right, I'm the one in charge~\" \n\n\n\nMr. Miller was hugging Simon from the side, his paw rubbing his flat and white-furred stomach, feeling his own throbbing cock pushing against the skin from the inside. The thirteen-year-old was whimpering in his post-orgasm sensitivity, the immense stretch of the scoutmaster's cock having him close to tears. Still, his prick was stubbornly hard, and the bloodhound felt a surge of arousal course through his body as he grabbed it, feeling the teen clench just a bit tighter, milking his fat cock to the point where he began to slowly gyrate his hips again. \nSimon whimpered loudly, one paw cowering his maw, the other on the canine's molesting mitten.\n\"What, you don't want me touching you? You wanna cum again just from being fucked?\" The man growled into the soft ear of the boy, who just whimpered and nodded, the scoutmaster gyrating his hips forward with more and more strength. \n\"Good boy~\"\n\n\n--------------------------------\n\n\nWhen the long bus came to pick up the scouts and their master, two of the boys looked exceptionally tired and worn out, but only Mister Miller and Daniel knew why Corey and Simon were stumbling along bleary-eyed, limping, occasionally whining when the rumbling bus hit a pothole. \nThe scoutmaster regretted that he hadn't picked up on any signals from the white fox, as he only had a year left before he moved up to the next group. Still, he looked behind him and smiled at the tired hare, he thought that other cubscouts would prove their mettle in his bed after that.\n\n \n\n ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The scoutmaster grunted as he crested the hill ahead of the cubs. It was a little past noon, and their survival hike was at an end, the hill rolling down revealing a flat plain with a few wooden structures and a parking lot to the back. They had been walking since 8 and now that it was on the third day, most of the cubs were worn thin, several of them being fussy and short-tempered, a single fight having to have been managed and even the well-built bloodhound feeling a weariness in his bones, even if he could never show it to the boys of course.
"We're here guys! Just another 30 minutes and you can kick up your footpaws, get a shower, use a proper loo even!" He yelled at the cubs struggling up the hill, many of them sharply tweaking their heads when he used his 'sergeant voice' even though they should have been used to it by this point. The canine was in his early forties and starting to grey, but it would be a while before any of these guys would be able to outperform him when it came to stamina, and he made a show out of walking down and up the hill a couple of times, encouraging the depleted boys with his presence and the occasionally barking commands. That cub should know by know how to fix his straps properly! Why was that backpack loaded with the heavy things on top? With his somewhat stern mixture of encouragement and aggression, he had his boys climb the hill in somewhat good order.
Close to him, an arctic fox named Simon was having a bit of trouble, the teen carrying a heavier load than most, Mr. Miller believing that authority and responsibility went hand in hand. The bloodhound got close and grabbed the teen just as he slipped on a loose turf, holding him upright while the tired youth caught his breath.
"Thanks Scoutmaster." The vulpine muttered breathlessly, the troop leader taking several heavy intakes of much-needed air before he soldiered on.
"No problem, Simon, don't forget to engage your core. Tighten those abs!"
"I'm trying." The fox wheezed as he climbed up the top of the hill, giving the canine a nice view of his shapely butt which had been trained extensively by the lad's many years in the cubscouts. Not that he thought he had a chance with him, his gaydar did not ping when engaging with the arctic fox, and he knew there were others more readily available. With that thought the scoutmaster rounded up the last stragglers and they made a good pace going downhill to the permanent scout camp. The very last cubs in the line were Corey and Daniel, the hare and the tiger the most worn out of them all, with Corey noticeably staggering on occasion even when walking on level ground. The bloodhound had been keeping an eye out for them, knowing that getting intimate during night could lead to strange and unpleasant consequences once the sun was shining again. He was quite happy to note that the slightly bigger Daniel was taking his time and helping his friend out, but then again, the two had been thick as thieves since they joined the scoutmaster's troop of 10 to 13 year-olds a couple of years back.


"Civilization, at last!" The tiger tween exclaimed as they crested the hill, his paw hovering close to Corey's elbow as the hare almost stumbled again. Given how he had plowed his butt the night before, he couldn't really fault him for walking with a bit of a limp, and the two had been making sure to stay at the back of the pack to ward off any suspicions.
The grey-furred lagomorph stunk like a skunk as well, the clouds of musk almost visible as far as the tiger could surmise.
"Look the scoutmaster said there's even showers down there. You definitely need to get one!"
Corey just muttered under his breath, putting one footpaw in front of the other mechanically. His stomach had been broiling after their play had been over, and once he had gotten a check on that, his bladder had forced him out of the tent and into the fairly cool night. This was his second day in a row with less-than-ideal sleep, and with the strain of all the hiking, the hare was really at the end of his ropes. Even the continuously enticing smells that wafted off his facial fur couldn't arouse the tween, even though he appreciated how many times the bigger tiger had steadied him and waited for him as they had traversed the hilly and wooded countryside.  
Said feline kept close, occasionally holding his elbow as he slipped in his exhaustion, although he would occasionally mutter out lewd remarks that, at this time, didn't do much to lift the hare's mood.
"Maybe you should shower as well!" He barked at one time, but the tiger just snickered and poked his ribs before speeding up, leaving the huffing Corey mumbling angrily.


Even if the hike was over, the work wasn't. After a 2-hour period of free time, in which the cubs could shower and get their tents up and frolic a bit, groups were arranged. Some were sent into the forest to gather firewood, some were to start the cooking fire, others were selected as cooks and went into the mess-hall building which featured a functional if archaic kitchen that was wood-fired, with black-enameled steel pots and pans hanging from slightly rusty hooks. When they arrived at the mess hall, another scoutmaster had ensured that their small bags and backpacks with changing clothes and other stuff had been ferried there, some instantly picking up their phones and calling their parents, others munching down a stowed-away chocolate bar.
Corey had showered, now wearing fresh underwear, feeling somewhat refreshed, and he headed into the woods alongside Daniel and few other of the scouts, scavenging for dry wood for the big fire the scoutmaster wanted. None of the boys knew what was coming for their meal, but the hare thought that the gruff bloodhound really had to show them something good as a reward for completing their hike.
When they got back, hauling dry sticks and branches like they were natives, he was pleasantly surprised to find out that the sturdy Mr. Miller had arranged for a whole pig to be delivered. Cubs were busy cleaning it out, innards discarded, spices rubbed in, and with some scout-like ropework, the skinned carcass had been mounted on a giant spit, ready to rotate once the fire got going. The hare did feel a bit dejected when he realized there was a fairly sizeable gathering of wood logs nestled against the back of the shower building, the scoutmaster never allowing his troops a break it seemed like.


The somewhat greying bloodhound was relaxing on a treestump, telling tall tales while the darkness fell and the pig was slowly rotated by different cubs as it cooked. Some were inside, chopping up veggies, making some coleslaw, others on potato peeling duty, the canine making sure the boys would get a nice and full meal once the swine had been roasted to perfection.
Despite his intentions, he noted that some of the slices that came off were a bit to the red side, and he hoped to God that no one would come down with a stomach bug as the famished cubs feasted on their well-deserved meal inside the mess hall, the weather too cool now for them to eat comfortably outside now. At the far end was a massive fireplace, and logs were crackling as they burned, the faint smell of woodsmoke mixing with the aroma of the festive meal.
"Take another slice! Get your protein in guys!" His voice boomed, and most of the roasted pig ended up in his troop's bellies by the time the outside was fully dark. Many of his scouts were nodding tiredly, some already having excused themselves to their tents, and the bloodhound kept a close eye on the musk-loving hare and his friend, the latter occasionally poking the former in the ribs to keep him awake.

Finally, after rousing the cubs to a bit of marshmellow goodness outside, the scoutmaster and his two troopleaders herded the exhausted cubs into their tents, the canine going to bed as the very last one, making sure that everything was in order.
He allowed himself one luxury, even if it was a hassle to carry, a foldable bed, and his large form made the aluminium creak as he settled onto it, groaning as he groped his plump sheath through his underwear, imagining the fun he would have with the hare if circumstances allowed it.


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Corey's eyes had been halflidded for most of the day, and it was Daniel who had had the foresight to set up their tent furthest away from the fire and the others' tents. He knew that sounds carried loud and clear through the synthethic fabric, and wanted as much privacy as possible.
Unlike the hare, the tiger hadn't showered, and his boots almost made a slurping sound when he pulled them off.
"Come here, faggot." It felt mean, but also powerful, to talk down to his friend like that, and he relished how Corey hurried to obey, kneeling in front of him.
"Take off my socks, with your mouth!" It helped him out to not feel that he was gay or liked boys, taking a tone of voice like it was a dare, and the grimy, sweat-dripping sock audibly spattered sour musk into the submissive hare's mouth as he leaned forward and bit down on the tip of it. Corey coughed from the vile taste, but a needy moan began to arise from the back of his throat. Daniel made him repeat the process and then laid himself down on his sleeping roll, lifting up his footpaws, lint everywhere, the fur there utterly drenched with three days worth of musk.
"Clean me. Start by sucking on my toes.." He pulled at his khakis, allowing his member to flop out, and he stroked his aromatic prick slowly while his friend debased himself, his tongue soon washing in-between his grimy toes.



Meanwhile, Scoutmaster Miller was close to rubbing one out and instead decided to get dressed and walk a round, maybe if he could catch the tiger and the hare he could seperate them, get the hare for himself? He wasn't sure how to play it out, there would be other trips, other scouts, but the needy and nasty Corey had really elicited something potent inside his mind and his sheath bulged out as he imagined the lagomorph swallowing down his musky shaft.
As he got seated, his underwear did that thing where they opened up, and a cloud of his scent wafted into his nose. He grinned, really hoping to get his unwashed prick serviced by the boy, and got fully dressed with some difficulty as his shaft poked further out its sheath.
The bloodhound froze then, as slow steps came up to his tent, and someone called out.
"Mr. Miller? Are you awake?" It was Simon's voice.
"Ahem, yeah, I am," the fully dressed scoutmaster said, quick to zip open the tent, "I was just about to take a walk."
The arctic fox stood awkwardly in front of him, one paw clutching the other wrist, shivering a bit.
"C-c-can we... Do you have the time to talk with me? I have something I would like to... dicuss..."
The canine cocked his head, this was not like Simon at all, being all insecure like that. But it wasn't the first time a cubscout would come to his tent for advice or to talk about problem at home or even the difficulties of early dating for those few who grew up quick.


Over in Corey and Daniel's tent, the hare was already reeking, the tiger taking pleasure in rubbing his spit-slickened soles against his facial fur, digging his moist toes in under his ears, Corey protesting weakly as he was given the nastiest wet willy of his life, his meek whines ignored by the grinning Daniel. His spiny dick would twitch whenever he saw the submission of the hare, when he licked and suckled on his toes, the way his khakis bulged out. Occasionally he would set his footpaw on the other boy's crotch, Corey mewling as he was toyed with.
"Enough of that. Come and lick my balls instead." Daniel had been lying down and now got to his knees as well, shimmying out of his khakis, his orange and black striped thighs fully revealed, grimy off-white fur covering his crotch, contrasting nicely with his engorged dick. "Damn, it smells bad..." the tiger muttered, "and you did so well cleaning it off yesterday~"
The hare just mewled, crawling in, dragging his nose down the shaft, staring cross-eyed at the meat that had taken his virginity, before his nostrils flared directly against Daniel's musky nutsack. That mix of stale sweat and adolescent funk had been magnified by three days of hiking, and the pheromones set his brain alight, his member chafing against his khakis as he extended his tongue. He felt some grime, lint or whatever, and sputtered, working tongue and teeth so he could swallow it, and then got to work, dislodging three days worth of ballsweat.
"Oh yeah..." Daniel moaned under his breath, his paw on the back of the hare's head, keeping him in place, directing his licking, pushing him further under to where groin met ass and the musk was the most intense. His short tail waggled furiously as he huffed, moaned and slurped, his tongue working balls and taint with equal gusto.
"Now suck me~"
Corey pulled back and Daniel stared into his pretty, brown eyes.
Wait?
Pretty?
That was hella ga- Ohhhhh....
"Ohhhhhh yeah...." The hare's warm mouth engulfed his stinky member and all thoughts were washed away by pure pleasure.


"I just don't know what to do. When he's sleeping there right next to me I want to hold him and I want to touch him and I-I-I sometime... You know..." Simon's voice trailed off and he looked away blushing. They were sitting side-by-side on the scoutmaster's bed, the thirteen-year-old revealing his infatuation with his fellow troop-leader
"You jerk off inside the tent, right next to him?" Mr. Miller asked dryly, the fox's white-furred head snapping to attention, caught like deer in the headlights. "Don't worry about it. You aren't weird or fucked up or anything. Can't help who you are attracted to."
"My parents would probably kill me if they knew! James most certainly would!" Simon clenched his paws into fists, shaking a bit, eyes growing moist.
"That's a problem for another day, but one which you will have to face. Tell them the truth, or lie and string them along to believe you are still their good and God-fearing boy. As for James.. Well, it's just the worst to have a crush on someone who doesn't share your feelings." It always felt strange to hear his own gruff, authorative voice give advice like this, but there was no helping it, awkward talks were part and parcel of being an authority figure over developing youths.  
"Ugh, I know, I just... I don't know who to talk to about this. I mean, other than you." The arctic fox's voice was earnest and desperate, blue eyes searching for approval, for guidance.
"I'm glad you trust me that much," Mr. Miller said, "and for that I will trust you with a secret of my own. I'm also... Gay." It felt so strange to say it to a cub which his gaydar hadn't picked up, almost as if he gave away some of his authority, and the way the teen's blue eyes widened and his mouth opened to a perfect O had him cringe inwardly. But he couldn't show it, and kept his gaze level with the boy. "That's right. You know.. You don't have to be a limp-wristed, lisping caricature just because you like boys instead of girls."
"Are you serious?" The fox gasped.
"Dead serious. What, you want me to prove it to you?" Simon flinched and then his ears splayed back and forth a couple of times, his vulpine tail whooshing as it wagged over the bed. From the top of the scoutmaster's tent hung a camping lamp, and its light was more than sufficient to show the sudden, rosy blush that appeared on the fox's cheeks. His gaydar might have been out of commission, but his cub-wrangling skills were second-to-none. The bloodhound scooted closer and then put his big paw on the teen's thigh, gently rubbing his fingers closer to his groin.
"Mr. Miller..."
"You can call me Terrence." Simon gasped as the canine's meaty paw rubbed his crotch directly. "Now come give me a kiss and let me prove myself to you~"

The bed was creaking, the fox sitting on his lap, his member squeezing into his stomach, the bloodhound's cock rubbing against the cleft of his rump. Loud slurps filled the air as they deeply french-kissed, the teen quickly catching on, the scoutmaster occasionally having to stop and instruct him to not just stick the tongue straight in and not mash his face so hard that his teeth ripped at his lips. By this point they were down to their underwear, and the warmth of the white-furred vulpine's member rubbed against the bloodhound's muscular stomach.
The teen's paws were wrapped over his shoulders and neck, while his big paws were on the taut butt, squeezing the cub's asscheeks, kneading them, trapping his leaking member between the buns separated by two layers of fabric.
Mr. Miller broke off the kiss, saliva dripping down on his chest and he searched the vulpine's blue eyes. "So... When you jerk off, do you fantasize about giving or taking?"
"Uhh.." For a moment confusion clouded the fox's face and then his ears strutted and his blush grew heavy. "Uhmmm, taking I guess..." Simon muttered, looking down and away.
"Nothing wrong with that, bottoming feels great, topping feels great, what matters is that both you and your partner are enjoying yourselves."
"You want to...?" The fox blushed even harder, he couldn't look into the bloodhound's eyes, but his white tail wagged furiously and he settled a bit further down, squeezing his crack against the scoutmaster's cock.
"I'd love to. Gotta get it slick first though. Wanna try a blowjob? If we lie down, we can 69?"

The fox practically bounced off his lap in his haste to undress fully, paws hovering over his crotch afterwards.
"Don't be like that Simon, show me the goods!" Mr. Miller said, letting a bit of authority into his voice, grasping his member behind the knot and dangling his meat around like a hypnotist wheel, the fox slowly letting off, revealing his own descent and throbbing girth.
"Gotta warn you, I didn't have time to shower.."
The fox's tail just wagged harder and he climbed the bed, the two males ending up on their sides, a throbbing cock right in each of their faces. The scoutmaster heard loud sniffings and saw the vulpine's dick twitch and shoot precum. He grinned and then opened his maw, the straight-acting fox emitting a surprisingly girlish moan as he swallowed up his shaft.

"Let's stop it here before I shoot down your throat," the canine said breathlessly, the fox showing a surprising amount of skill at cocksucking, almost getting him to blow. He didn't want that, instead wanting to knot and lock inside his virgin tailhole.
"Get on your knees and elbows. Strut up your tail," he pulled at it, guiding the teen, "yes, like that, now let me just..." He leaned in and stuck his tongue out.



"Ohhh Daniel~" The hare's legs quivered as his friend licked out his butt. The sensation of the feline's tongue spreading his folds made his dick twitch and he ground his face against his sleeping bag, the heavy musk of the tiger's footpaws and cock clinging to his tongue and wafting out to tickle his nostrils on every breathy exhale.
For a moment the licking stopped. "I'm only doing this because you showered." The licking resumed, then stopped again. "And because it felt nice when you did it for me." More licking. "And because it sounds funny when I do this." His tongue penetrated the hare's sphincter and the submissive tween moaned girlishly as the tiger's tongue poked inside his body again and again. His legs quivered and his humanoid member squirted precum as he was eaten out.
Then Daniel spanked his rump and reared up, his spit-slick 4incher pulsing with need. He set it against the hare's entrance and it pulsed, shooting precum directly inside him, Corey moaning as the tip squeezed in, then a bit of the shaft, then a bit more. He pushed back, wanting the tiger fully inside and the barbed cock speared him fully, both cubs moaning with pleasure. The feline grabbed Corey's long ears as handlebars, pulling back his head, and began a proper, juvenile rut, the only thing on his mind was getting off as fast as possible.



Scoutmaster Miller took it slow. He was fairly well-endowed, 8 inches of canine meat with a knot the size of two golf-balls side-by-side. Simon was whimpering and moaning as the bloodhound took his virginity, each inch of cock eliciting strained and wheezy exhales of pleasure and pain as he took the first cock of his life.
The canine pushed in another inch, then reared back so only the tip was inside, spitting down, pushing in, pulling out, spitting some more, getting the thirteen-year-old as slick as possible before he lost his bearings and rutted him properly.
"You just tell me to slow down if it hurts, alright?" It had to be said, and the white-furred vulpine nodded weakly, though he bit down on the sleeping bag, muffling his voice when it got too bad.
"It gets easier the more you stretch." The bloodhound muttered, sinking his shaft in so that his knot was close to kissing the quivering ring of the fox. All he got in return was another muffled whimper. He reached underneath and felt the cub seize up as he grabbed his erection by the base of his knot, quickly letting go, sensing he was close to shooting his load.
"You ain't cumming before I do!" He mumbled sternly, giving the thirteen-year-old a proper shove, from tip to close to the knot again, picking up the pace, grunts and muffled whines filling the air. The teen's ass stretched more and more, and his fat bulb was soon spreading him out. The scoutmaster began to short-thrust then, knot spreading the sphincter on repeat, breaching it further and further, his massive weight driving the vulpine into the bed.
"Gonna fucking knot your tight little ass!" He growled under his breath, ever mindful of not waking up any of his troop, and the fox scrabbled with the sleeping bag, stuffing more of it into his mouth to stop his loud whines from penetrating the silence.
"Fuuuuuck!" A loud pop and a high-pitched 'Eeeeeeiiiiiii!' filled the air as his engorged knot locked tight, the bloodhound grunting and groaning as his eight inches and then some filled the teen's clenching ass and filled it with his seed. The fox's ring-muscle was convulsing, obviously shooting his load against the bed, and it milked the grizzled scoutmaster who kept up thrusting, burying his cock just that much deeper, rope after rope of canine semen flooding the fox's colon.  



Daniel had shot his load pretty fast, but Corey hadn't climaxed yet, and they were doing a repeat of the previous night's exploits. This time the tiger had his arms angled backwards so that he wasn't crushing the hare as much while Corey's tongue was up his sweaty butthole. His footpaws were slick with precum and he was rubbing them together, focusing his soles only the tween's cockhead, the overstimulation driving him crazy, his whines luckily muffled by the tiger's asscheeks. He could see his friend's breathing grow more quick and the hare buckled his hips as he finally came, juvenile semen making Daniel's soles all wet and sticky.
"I think my record for pawing off is 5 times~" The tiger muttered, keeping up his grinding, his soles mercilessly tormenting the hare.
"MPHFFFFHF!" The overstimulated Corey whined, but with his just-a-bit-heavier weight, it was no issue for the tiger to grab the hare's paws and keep them down while his snout got buried even deeper into his ass, the footpaw assault continuing.
"mppppppppfffffffffffffffhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhf!!!"
"That's right, I'm the one in charge~"



Mr. Miller was hugging Simon from the side, his paw rubbing his flat and white-furred stomach, feeling his own throbbing cock pushing against the skin from the inside. The thirteen-year-old was whimpering in his post-orgasm sensitivity, the immense stretch of the scoutmaster's cock having him close to tears. Still, his prick was stubbornly hard, and the bloodhound felt a surge of arousal course through his body as he grabbed it, feeling the teen clench just a bit tighter, milking his fat cock to the point where he began to slowly gyrate his hips again.
Simon whimpered loudly, one paw cowering his maw, the other on the canine's molesting mitten.
"What, you don't want me touching you? You wanna cum again just from being fucked?" The man growled into the soft ear of the boy, who just whimpered and nodded, the scoutmaster gyrating his hips forward with more and more strength.
"Good boy~"


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When the long bus came to pick up the scouts and their master, two of the boys looked exceptionally tired and worn out, but only Mister Miller and Daniel knew why Corey and Simon were stumbling along bleary-eyed, limping, occasionally whining when the rumbling bus hit a pothole.
The scoutmaster regretted that he hadn't picked up on any signals from the white fox, as he only had a year left before he moved up to the next group. Still, he looked behind him and smiled at the tired hare, he thought that other cubscouts would prove their mettle in his bed after that.

  

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