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Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains MALE CUBS KISSING and SHOWING EACH OTHER THEIR BITS. If you find this offensive, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED. Now, for those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!

Robbie blinked the sleep from his eyes and yawned. He could tell from the light coming in that it was early morning. He reached up to his backpack and pulled out his sport watch.

The wolf pup next to him yawned and stretched. "Mornin, Robbie," he said as he rubbed his eyes. He hugged the fox and kissed his cheek. "Sleep well?"

"Surprisingly, yeah," Robbie said. "Your fur is really soft and warm, so it was really comfy."

Martin chuckled. "Thanks, Robbie. Your fur is really nice, too," he said, as he playfully ruffled the fox's white chestfur. "Maybe we could spend every night together."

Robbie looked thoughtfully at his friend. "Yeah, maybe," he said.

The wolf giggled and hugged his friend. "I'd really like that," he whispered.

The fox returned the hug. "I think I would, too," he whispered.

Martin tentatively kissed Robbie on the lips. The fox blushed, but didn't push the wolf away this time. Martin smiled. "So you're ok with this?" he asked.

Robbie nodded. The wolf beamed at his friend, playfully tweaked his nose, and wiggled out of the sleeping bag. Robbie watched his friend getting out, spending a considerable amount of time staring at his friend's bum. Robbie pulled himself into a sitting position and stretched.

"So, what do you wanna do today?" Robbie asked, as he grabbed his clothes and searched for his underwear among the mass of fabric.

"We gotta go early to sign up for the rifle range," Martin said, as he sorted out his own clothes. "They only let five on at a time, and word is that sign-ups fill quickly. If we get there early enough, we might even get on today!"

"That'd be sweet!" Robbie said as he pulled on his underwear. "And if we don't get on today?"

"Well, there's always swimming, arts and crafts, or hiking," Martin said as he pulled on his shorts. "Plus, they have soccer, baseball, and Frisbee games. I'm sure we'll find something to do."

"Yeah," Robbie said. He put on his forgotten watch and checked it. "Hey, Martin, what time did the counselors say breakfast was at?"

"Seven, with sign-ups for morning activities starting at eight. Why?"

"It's only six," Robbie said, looking at his watch.

"Really?" Martin said, grabbing Robbie's wrist to looked at the watch. "Son of a gun. Well, guess that means we have an hour before breakfast. So, what do ya wanna do?"

The fox shrugged. "I don't know," he said. He suddenly grabbed his belly. "But I think I know what I gotta do."

Martin giggled. "Gotta love that about wakin' up. But you can't deny that lettin' it out helps start the day on a high note."

"Unless you do it in your bed," Robbie added.

Martin nodded sagely. "Indeed, that's never a good way to start. Especially if one of your parents comes in. That's the worst."

"All this talk isn't gettin' it done," Robbie said, starting to rub his legs together. "Race you to the bathroom!"

"You're on!" Martin said.

The two pups dashed from their tent, trying to be quiet to not disturb the other campers while beating the other to the bathroom. The pups sprinted on, Martin slowly pulling out ahead. They reached the shack, rounded the corner, and ran into the bathroom. Martin got in just ahead of Robbie.

"I beat ya, pal!" Martin said as he slid to a stop in front of a urinal. He quickly unzipped his pants and relieved himself, panting slightly.

"Dang, you're fast!" Robbie panted, stopping in front of the urinal next to the one Martin was using. "I didn't realize how far away we were from the toilets. I don't think I woulda picked there if I knew it was this far away."

"But that's what makes it fun!" Martin said. "The challenge of gettin' here in the morning before you wet yourself!"

"What if we don't make it one morning?" Robbie asked.

"Well, you brought extra clothes, right?"

"My parents wouldn't let me out of the house without three changes of clothes," Robbie said, thinking back with annoyance at the packing ritual his parents put him through.

Martin giggled and zipped his pants. "Then you're fine," he said, flushing the toilet and giving his friend's bum a light pat. "Plus, we're close to the lake, so if you do, you can rinse them in there so they don't smell. It'll be fine. Just don't have an accident when we're sharing a sleeping bag."

"I'll try not to," Robbie said as he zipped his pants. He walked over to the sink, and glanced at the wolf, who was standing by the door. "Ain't ya gonna wash your hands?"

"Eh, why not?" The wolf walked over to the sink, and the two pups washed their hands. Martin shook the water off, purposely getting Robbie wet.

"Hey!" Robbie said, backing away while trying to get his friend wet.

"Betcha can't catch me!" Martin said, and he bolted out the door.

"Oh, no you don't!" the fox cried, sprinting out after him. He didn't get very far. As he bounded out the door, he ran straight into one of the counselors and fell backwards.

"Whoa, there," the counselor said. "What's the rush?"

The fox rubbed his sore bottom, and looked up at the counselor. He was a large, muscular otter. He was wearing green shorts and a white t-shirt, with sunglasses perched on top of his head. "Sorry, sir. Just chasing a friend," Robbie said.

The otter offered a paw to the fox. He took it, and in one swift movement, the otter had Robbie back on his feet. "And what does this friend look like?" the otter asked.

"He's a wolf, about my size, black tipped ears and tail, mostly gray otherwise, with streaks of brown. Seen him?"

The otter chuckled and pointed off towards the woods. "He went that way. Don't go too far, though. You don't want to get lost, or wear yourselves out before the day's even begun!" The otter ruffled the fox kit's headfur, and brushed past him into the bathroom.

Robbie darted off into the woods in pursuit of the little wolf. As he ran, he looked for signs of his friend's passing. "Martin?" he called, pausing on the path. "Where'd you go?"

Suddenly, Robbie felt a pair of arms grabbing him from behind, and he fell forward into the dirt as a weight hit his back.

"I'm right here," a voice whispered in his ear. Robbie laughed.

"Martin, get off," the fox said, trying to roll onto his back. The wolf firmly planted his knees in the ground on either side, preventing movement. He lay down on the fox's back.

"Not yet," Martin whispered as he put his paws on the fox's shoulders. "Just stay like this for a minute."

Robbie started to struggle. He managed to roll onto his back, but once he did, the wolf descended on him again, pinning him to the ground. The wolf stared down at the fox pinned beneath him.

"What are you gonna do?" Robbie asked, fear beginning to rise in him.

"THIS!" The wolf released Robbie's shoulders, swiftly pulled his shirt up, and began tickling the fox's orange fur.

The fox squealed as his friend tickled him. A curse of his family: incredible ticklishness. Fun for playing with the little sister, not so much when pinned down by someone your own size.

Robbie managed to grab Martin's paws, and rolled him onto his back. The fox, now in control, began returning the torture his friend had just put him through.

"Ok, ok, I give!" Martin squealed. Robbie stopped tickling him, and lay down against him. The two pups looked into each other's eyes, and Robbie playfully licked Martin's nose. Martin took Robbie's paw as the fox lay his head down on his friend's chest.

They lay there for some time, just listening to each other breathing. They felt one with nature, part of it, a mere dot on the horizon.

Then, Robbie's stomach grumbled. He looked down at his belly, then back at Martin. "Well, I'm hungry. How about you?"

Martin's stomach rumbled his response. "What time is it?" he asked.

Robbie looked at his watch. "Darn it, we're late!"

"How late?" Martin asked, as Robbie stood up and offered a paw to help him up. The fox pulled the wolf to his feet, and looked back at his watch.

"Ten minutes," Robbie said. "If we hurry, we can get there with plenty of time."

"Race ya!" Martin said as he dashed off.

"Hey, no fair!" Robbie said, giving chase.

The two pups sprinted down the path, Martin in the lead. As the pups emerged from the forest, they darted forward as fast as their legs could take them.

"I'm catching up!" Robbie yelled.

"I'm still gonna beat ya!" Martin yelled over his shoulder.

Sure enough, the wolf pup beat the fox to the mess hall. The pups slowed to a walk as they entered the building. As they entered, they looked around. Most of the seats were taken, and the noise level was high, as can be expected from a room full of teenage boyfurs. They spotted the end of the line for breakfast, and quickly walked over. They were somewhat relieve to see other furs standing in line for food.

"Cheater," Robbie said, as he picked up a plate and fell in line behind Martin.

"You're just jealous because I run faster," Martin said, playfully sticking out his tongue.

"Do that again, and I'll bite it off," Robbie said, punching Martin in the shoulder.

Martin leaned in close. "Liked the taste of it that much, huh?"

Robbie stepped back, staring at his friend with a mixture of shock and indignation.

"Just kiddin' ya, pal," he said. "Come on, the line's moving."

Robbie stepped up close behind Martin. "Don't you think we should keep this down low?" he whispered. "You don't want to be made fun of, do you?"

"Good point," Martin said as he stepped up to the counter. He quickly scanned the food before him. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast lay before him. He scooped a generous portion of each onto his plate, then grabbed a glass and filled it with orange juice from the nearby machine. Robbie did the same, and the two pups scanned the room for a seat.

"There're some seats," Robbie said, pointing to a table in the corner. The two pups made their way over. As they approached, they recognized the boys sitting there. It was Steve and Larry, the same boys they had sat with at dinner the previous night.

"Hi, guys!" Steve said excitedly. He always seemed to be bursting with energy. "Ready for a fun and exciting day?"

"I will be once I eat," Robbie said as he sat down.

Martin gave the squirrel a sideways glance. "Do you always have this much energy this early in morning?" he asked.

"Yup!" the squirrel said, nodding vigorously. "I have this much energy all the time!" His bushy tail whipped around frantically.

"Hey, be careful with that!" Larry said, pushing his plate and cup away. "You almost knocked over my food!"

"Sowwie!" the squirrel said, blushing a bit and rubbing the back of his head. He looked back at the two canine pups. "So, what're you guys gonna do today?"

"Not sure, yet," Robbie said as he gnawed on a piece of bacon. He noted that it tasted burnt, and not much else. "We're gonna try to sign up for the rifle range this morning."

"Oh, sign-up for that already filled up," Larry said, taking a sip of milk.

The two canines stared at him. "What?!" they said in unison.

"The counselors called for sign-up at six fifty, 'cause it's the most popular. It's full now. I know. I took the last slot," he said.

"Aw, man," Martin said, slapping the table.

"Did they do sign-ups for the afternoon, too, or just the morning?" Robbie asked, hoping beyond hope that maybe there was still a chance.

"They did morning and afternoon," the raccoon said apologetically. "I'm going at four thirty."

"Oh, well," Martin said. "There's still plenty to do."

"Yeah!" Steve said, tail wagging furiously. "They run games on the athletic fields all day for anyone to join, and archery usually has extra time slots, plus there's arts and crafts, and swimming, and -"

Larry slapped a paw over Steve's mouth. "Steve, we all know what activities they have. Settle down, please. Your energy is making ME tired."

The pups laughed as Steve's face fell. "Ok," he said, tail and ears drooping.

The pups stood up. "Well, Martin, let's go find somethin' to do," Robbie said. "See you two later!" he said to the squirrel and raccoon.

"Bye!" Steve said, waving wildly and tail wagging violently.

"Wow, nothing keeps him down for long," Martin muttered to Robbie.

"Yeah. I kinda like him," Robbie said. "He's...interesting."

Martin giggled. "He sure is, but not as interesting as you," he said with a wink.

Robbie chuckled nervously. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about Martin anymore, but sorting out his feelings would have to wait for later.

The two pups left their plates with the other dirty dishes, and checked the bulletin board by the mess hall for sign-ups. As Larry said, the sign-up for the rifle range was full. Archery, however...

"Hey, Martin, there's still plenty of spots for archery. Wanna try it?"

The wolf scanned the board. "Sure. Sounds cool."

"We can sign up and go at nine," Robbie said, looking at the list.

"Sounds good," Martin said. "And afterwards, we can go for a swim!"

"Ok," Robbie said, as he wrote his name in for archery. Martin did the same, and Robbie looked at the clock above the mess hall.

"So, we still have forty five minutes to kill," Robbie said.

"Hmm," Martin said, scratching his chin. He quickly looked around to make sure no one was in earshot. "Wanna go back to the tent and cuddle?" he asked, giggling.

"You serious?" Robbie asked.

Martin blushed a bit. "I could be, if you wanted."

Robbie looked around. It was a clear day, very warm, hardly a day to be laying around. "I'll take a rain check on that," Robbie said. "The weather's too nice now." He looked off towards the athletic fields. A soccer game was starting up. Martin followed Robbie's stare.

"Hey, soccer!" Martin said excitedly. "I bet I can whip ya!"

"You're on!" Robbie said.

The two pups bounded off to the field for a game.

Robbie fought valiantly, but in the end, he was no match for the wolf, who toyed with him several times by literally kicking the ball around him. As nine approached, they went to the archery range, where Robbie proved to be much more proficient than the wolf, who, at the end of the half hour, had failed to shoot a single arrow.

"How'd you do at archery?" Robbie teased.

"Eh, archery's not my thing," Martin said, nursing his nose where he had somehow managed to bop himself while drawing the bow.

"Apparently not," Robbie said. "Wanna go for a swim?"

"Sure," Martin said.

The two pups walked back to their tent, and went in to get their suits. "Wanna race to the changing rooms?" Robbie asked.

"Why bother?" Martin said, pulling off his shirt. "Let's just change here."

"Ok," Robbie said, blushing a bit. As he pulled off his own shirt, he watched Martin through the corner of his eye. He couldn't help watching his friend change. He did have a cute bum. Robbie shook his head as he realized the thought he'd just had about his best friend. He pulled off his pants and underwear as Martin pulled his swimsuit on. As Robbie pulled his swimsuit from his bag, Martin chuckled.

"I'm always faster than you, aren't I?" he asked playfully, wagging his tail.

"Yeah, but at least I can shoot an arrow," he said defensively, thinking back to the three bulls eyes in a row he had shot. He pulled his swimsuit up, noting casually that Martin's eyes rested on his sheath for the longest time. He stopped right below his privates, watching the wolf. He didn't seem to notice that Robbie had stopped pulling his swimsuit on.

"Whatcha starin at, wolfy?" Robbie asked playfully.

"Uh, nothing," Martin said, quickly looking away.

Robbie giggled as he pulled his swimsuit up the rest of the way. "I don't mind if you stare, but I haven't seen yours yet."

Martin turned back to face his friend. "Wanna?" he offered as he put his paws in along the seams, prepared to pull down his swimsuit.

Robbie was a little surprised by this reaction. The wolf sensed his hesitation and moved in close.

"I don't mind showin' it to you," Martin said. "I trust ya."

Robbie blushed. "Well, I, uh," he stammered, not quite sure what to say.

Robbie stared wide-eyed as the wolf pulled down his swimsuit, revealing his fuzzy privates. His eyes lingered for a few seconds, and the wolf pulled his shorts back up. "We're even now," he said. Robbie looked his friend in the eye. The wolf smiled playfully at him. "Wanna go swimming now?"

"Yeah, let's go!" Robbie said, rather glad to leave the tent now.

The two pups bounded off for the lake. A few hours of swimming brought a welcome lunch break at noon. The afternoon was less eventful. More soccer and swimming, this time without the awkward change in the tent. Dinner was similarly chaotic. The pups once again sat with Steve and Larry.

"I was up on the high ropes and it was really cool I like being really high up I was really sad when the supervisor told me to come down," Steve said breathlessly, tail waving back and forth as usual.

"Steve, you've told us this a dozen times now," Martin said with a sigh. "We get it. You were up in the air. You enjoyed it. Please, stop telling us about it now."

"But it was so cool I was all up in the air and I was like 'whoa, this is cool' and it was really fun and -"

"He won't shut up," Larry said, ignoring the still-chattering squirrel. "He's like this in the tent, too. Last night, the counselor had to come in ten times to tell him to quiet down and go to sleep."

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Robbie asked over the chatter of the squirrel.

"Surprisingly, yes," Larry said. "He ran out of steam about two, and after that, I got a good four and a half hours. Not a lot," he said with a yawn, "But at least it's enough to function."

"- and hey are you guys even listening to me?"

"Of course we are, Steve," Martin said. "You went on the high ropes and it was cool. We know. We get it."

"Ok!" the squirrel said with a smile. "I'm hungry." And with the same vigor with which he spoke, he dug into his plate of pasta.

The cubs watched, awestruck, as the plate of food disappeared in forty five seconds.

"Steve, do you even TASTE your food?" Larry asked.

"Taste? Whazzat?"

The rest of the table buried their faces in the paws.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing, Steve," Robbie said with a groan.

The four cubs got up from the table and put their dishes with the other dirty plates. Steve continued chattering endlessly about the high ropes. The others tuned him out.

The cubs left the mess hall. Out in the field, several fires were burning. Various furs were sitting around them, supervised by counselors. Martin poked Robbie and pointed at one. Robbie followed his finger, and saw that at a nearby camp fire, a little Chihuahua was going on endlessly about his own adventures.

"Maybe we should get the two of them together," Martin suggested, pointed at Steve.

Robbie giggled. "He'd fit right in."

"Hey, Steve, why don't you go talk to that guy over there?" Martin said to the squirrel.

"Who, him?" he asked, pointing at the Chihuahua.

"Yeah, him," Martin said. "I bet you two have a lot in common."

"Ok!" The squirrel bounded away, and in moments, the two were sitting next to each other, chattering endlessly. The counselor supervising them put his paws over his ears and cringed.

"Nice one," Larry said. "Maybe he'll wear himself out and I'll be able to get some sleep tonight." He scanned the groups. "Hey, they're playing D and D!" The raccoon ran over to a group, where a bunch of furs were sitting in a circle near the fire. They had various books and dice in front of them. Larry chatted briefly with one, an older raccoon who seemed to be the leader. After a brief exchange, Larry joined their group.

"So, where will we go?" Robbie asked.

"Hi," came a timid voice from behind them. The pups turned, and saw a border collie standing there, hands held behind his back, nervously bouncing on the balls of his footpaws.

"Hey there," Martin said. "What's up?"

The collie looked at them nervously. "Umm...I'm new here, and I don't have anyone to hang out with, so..."

"You can hang with us," Robbie said kindly. "I'm Robbie, and this is Martin. What's your name?"

"Chuck," the collie said.

"We still need to figure out where to go," Martin pointed out.

Robbie scanned the field again. "Maybe we could ask a counselor if we can make our own fire somewhere," Robbie suggested.

As Robbie said this, a counselor came up from the mess hall. "What's that? You pups wanna go build a fire?"

"Yup!" Martin and Robbie said, nodding.

"Get some wood from the woodpile over there, and I'll go pick out a spot," the counselor, a fox, said brightly. "Not too much, maybe two pieces each. That should be enough."

The pups nodded and Robbie and Martin bounded off, followed by Chuck. They grabbed some wood, and went off to find the counselor. They found him along the edge of the field.

"Alright, arrange it in a teepee shape," the counselor instructed. "There are plenty of good rocks around, so find a few and make a circle. One of you go get a bucket of water."

They elected Chuck to go get the water, and once everything was ready, the fox took a book of matches from his pocket, struck one, and lit the fire.

"Watch it carefully now," the counselor said. He looked around and saw that most of the other counselors were heading off to their own fires. "If you boys need anything, I'll be over there," he said, and walked off.

The pups sat down around the fire.

"So, Chuck," Robbie said. "What'd you do today?"

"Well, I did arts and crafts all morning. I half finished a wood carving of a duck in a piece of driftwood. And after lunch, I played baseball."

"You any good?" Martin asked. The collie shook his head.

"Eh, that's ok," Robbie said. "Martin here discovered that he should never mess with a bow and arrow." Robbie punched his friend's shoulder playfully.

"And Robbie here learned that he's really slow," Martin said, playfully pushing the fox. Chuck giggled.

"Where are you camped out?" Robbie asked.

Chuck pointed to a tent in the distance, considerably far from the tent the two pups shared, and considerably closer to the bathroom. "Right there," he said wistfully. "I don't really like my tent mate. We got randomly assigned, and he's kinda mean. He teased me last night when we were goin to bed, and today, every time he saw me, he made fun of me."

"Aww, why?" Robbie asked. "You seem nice enough."

"It's something I told him last night," the collie said, starting to blush. "He asked why I was so quiet, and I...well, you wouldn't wanna hear it..." He trailed off.

"Oh, come on, tell us," Martin said, moving a little closer. "We won't laugh."

The collie looked at the wolf with large, watery eyes. "Promise you won't laugh?" he asked.

"We promise," Martin said.

The collie took a deep breath. "I told him I miss my parents, and Mr. Stuffy," he said, blushing.

"Mr. Stuffy?" Robbie asked, pulling in closer.

"Yeah," he said. "He's a stuffed rabbit my mom gave me when I was little. I always sleep with him at home, but when I went to camp, my mom wouldn't let me take him with me. I have trouble sleeping without him." He sniffled. "When I told him, he called me a baby."

"That wasn't very nice," Robbie said.

Martin pulled up close and put his arm around the collie's shoulder. "It's ok, buddy. We all miss something that we had to leave behind. Don't let his teasing get to ya. Just try to have fun!"

"And if all else fails, find a nice buddy to cuddle with," Robbie said.

Chuck stared at him, stunned. "What?! I couldn't do that...and who would wanna..."

"Oh, chill. I was joking," Robbie said. Robbie and Martin exchanged quick knowing glances that Chuck missed.

"So, where do you live?" Martin asked, filling the empty space.

"In Oakfield, on Cheshire Drive," Chuck said.

"I know that area. Where on Cheshire Drive do you live?" Robbie asked.

"You know the big yellow house with the big oak tree in front?"

Robbie nodded. "I go by that one on the way to Martin's house."

"Really?" Chuck asked, perking up. "Then you go right by my house!"

"Cool," Martin said. "I think that's about half way between our houses," he said to Robbie.

"Yeah, it is," Robbie said. "Your dad drive the Lincoln?"

"Yup," the collie said, nodding. "He loves that car. Sometimes I think he loves it more than me," he said, laughing nervously.

"My dad's the same about his Mustang," Martin said. "He won't even let me touch it."

The pups exchanged a little more personal information, until the counselors started shooing the cubs off to bed. As they did, Chuck sighed.

Robbie leaned in close to Chuck. "Our tent is over there," Robbie said, pointing at the tent he and Martin shared. "If you ever wanna come talk, or spend the night with us, instead, feel free to come down."

"Really?" the collie asked, as though he couldn't believe what he just heard. Robbie nodded. Chuck wagged his tail and hugged the fox, but quickly pulled away. "Thanks," he muttered, blushing and looking down at the ground.

"No problem," Robbie said, hugging Chuck. The little fox smiled at the collie, who tentatively returned it.

The pups put out their fire, and went off to their tents. Robbie and Martin undressed in their tent.

"What do you think of that kid?" Marin asked.

"He's nice, but kinda shy," Robbie said. "I feel kinda sorry for him. I know what it feels like to be lonely. I was shy like him before I met you."

"Yeah, but I beat that outta ya!" Martin said, beaming. "So, wanna sleep together again tonight?"

"Sure," Robbie said. He pulled off his boxers and opened up his sleeping bag. Martin leapt at him from behind and gently nibbled his ear. "Hey, stop that!" Robbie said, giggling.

"Sure thing, bud," Martin said, ruffling his friend's headfur. The two pups curled up in the sleeping bag, and Martin shut it. "Goodnight," he whispered.

Robbie kissed Martin gently on the lips. "Goodnight, bud," he whispered. The two pups curled up next to each other, and soon fell asleep.