Group Vacation
Len and his friends plan a camping trip. With Len being the salacious creature that he is, things get pretty steamy pretty quickly.
Author's Note: My first actual commission. It's of a similar idea to my first story (in that it is four friends camping and leading to sexy times) but still different. A few things here are sort of out of my tastes/usual interests, but I felt it was a nice challenge to write something I wasn't entirely into. If you're interested in a commission, DM me or add me on Discord (Kadachi#7830). Prices are negotiable depending on what you want and the length.
"Oooooooh, this is gonna be so much fun!" foxy hands typed out to a group chat, the bare-skin palms cradling their owner's phone as they typed away. Len, a kitsune fox, swept his blue-tipped hair away from his piercing, blue eyes. It didn't make much of a difference, but it helped him feel like it was out of the way of his vision.
"I know!" came an excited reply from Shelby, his tiger kitsune counterpart. Similar agreements came from his other two feline friends in the chat. Trey, a white tiger, and Rosalina, a cheetah. The sentiment was eagerly shared and fawned over between the four. As late as it was, however, the conversation did not last long. They all knew they needed to rest before gathering in the morning, packed and ready for a summer vacation camping trip. It wouldn't be a long trip, a mere few days, but they were all looking forward to it. The four had decided on Colorado's peaks and forests as a camping destination, picking Rocky Mountain National park.
"It's getting late," Rosie typed away, her right arm's mechanical fingers registering the touch for her as she tapped at her screen. She glanced at the clock and let out a yawn, reaching for her glasses and brushing her own locks out of her eyes. "I'll see you three in the morning. Don't be late! I don't want to have to drive all around the city to find you guys just to kidnap you for a few days." And with that, the group bid each other goodnight, each placing their phones away and settling into bed.
Bright and early, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed (literally, in Len's case), the 3 felines and 1 vulpine gathered in front of Rosalina's house. Hugs were shared, little bits of chatter, and quickly they began to place things in the van they had rented for storage. Trey was all too happy to place the larger things away for the females and more fragile kitsune, stating that it was "the gentlemanly thing to do". That garnered an eye roll from Shelby and Rosalina, and a chuckle from len. With bags packed, checklists marked, gas tank filled and maps ready, they were on the road. Heading north from their shared town of Albuquerque, Rosalina drove while Trey navigated. He was always better on the roads, but due to his height of just over seven feet, it was hard for him to sit comfortably and drive in a car not designed with taller furs in mind. He still liked being in the front, but was resigned to simply reading a map off his phone, a paper one in the glovebox as a backup.
"Alright," Trey began. "Never have I ever...gone skinny dipping? I'm bad at this, guys, don't laugh!" he defended, holding his hands up to count. He was down to seven fingers, having in fact done three of the things brought up by either Len or Shelby. The two participants laughed at his "confession", both putting a finger down to signal they had, in fact, done it before. "Should've guessed..." Trey grumbled, his brow furrowing a tad.
And on the game went, each one going, going, going until the loser was revealed. To nobody's surprise, Trey lost. Of course, they picked easy things, like bumping your head on a doorframe, or being oblivious to a girl flirting with you and completely missing out on an opportunity with her. "Bunch of cheaters..." growled out the tiger, turning back to face the windshield and where they were going.
Having left so early, it was early afternoon when the van pulled up to the park, the evergreens shadowing the needle-littered forest floor and a light fog blocking their view a few hundred feet ahead. It was a tad chilly, and they were still adjusting to the altitude, so each collectively decided on a task to complete to get camp set up quicker. Rosie, with her mechanical aptitude, was designated to set up the tent, a large amalgamation of nylon and fiberglass, large enough to house the whole group. Len and Shelby where set to get the fire and cookware going. Trey was to unload everything else from the van and set it up. Bear cans for their food storage, chairs to sit around the fire with, other essentials for either hiking or personal care, and so on. The process didn't take long with the tasks divided, and in no time, each had completed them.
It wasn't long before the fire was roaring, warming each fur up in the misty mountains and working some water to a boil. At this altitude, that wouldn't take long, and already the four were deciding which meal to prepare for their lunch. After some debate, and some compromise, the "breakfast skillet" was chosen. It was full of the different nutrients each felt were necessary to adjust to the altitude and keep them going for the day. Hash browns, scrambled eggs, pork sausage, onions, and peppers- all freeze dried and packed into a convenient Mountain House branded package. They eagerly anticipated the meal, having not eaten too much in several hours.
Lunch was a quiet, hurried affair, the only sounds that of the bags crinkling and forks scratching the plastic surfaces, and the occasional shifting in a creaky lawn chair. Today would be an easy day, one to relax and take in the area's beauty, and to catch up with each other. Work, romantic interests, some playful banter- nothing was kept secret or held back from anyone, and they all just enjoyed each other's time and company.
It wasn't long before Len, ever the salacious and quick-thinking one, gave Trey a predatory grin. Trey looked nervous. This was a grin he knew well. "You know, guys..." Len began, scooting his chair towards Trey's a bit. "We all want to adjust to the altitude, right? Maybe a little...exercise...is in order?" he offered, glancing between all his friends. While Trey might've been nervous, he would ultimately accept. Len knew that well. Shelby and Rosie might have been a tad harder to convince, simply because they may be tired or unwilling to be so short of breath in the thinner air. In fact, both raised a questioning, silent brow.
Len was all too happy to expand on his offer, reaching a hand out to grope Trey unashamedly. "Don't give me that look, big guy," Len purred, already massaging at the quickly-stiffening length beneath the denim he had latched onto.
"What look?" Trey hazarded, but shut up quickly when Len gave a gentle squeeze to his exceptional package. "Alright, alright, fine, ya got me. But really? In front of the girls?"
"We don't mind," Shelby piped up, beginning to sport her own bulge in her shorts, leaning back in her seat. "Do we, Rosie?"
The half-cyborg cheetah leaned onto her mechanical arm, giving a sidelong glance at the feline to her right, and crossing her artificial leg over her natural one. "No. No, I suppose not, though if Len had his way, none of us would really have much of a choice. Isn't that right, Len- Len! At least get in the tent!" Rosalina shot out, glaring at the kitsune, who had already unpacked Trey's equipment and was slowly working it with a bare palm. "As remote as we are, I'd still not like to be caught and kicked out. At least in the tent we can't be seen!"
Len rolled his eyes, but stood up anyways and stretched, his lithe body put on display for the three to admire. "Fine. But I'll make sure you're seen to last, miss worrywart!" he teased. Giving Trey a pat to the leg, he commanded him to follow.
Trey, ever the soldier he used to be, saluted and gave a "Sir, yes sir!" before standing to follow. Shelby and Rosie quickly went after them, the latter zipping up the tent behind them. "At least we'll be warm with it closed up..." she muttered, put out that she had to wait. She just knew she'd have to see to it that he was satisfied.
Once more, Len was quick to act, gently pushing Trey to lay down on his back, and began to strip. "Clothes, off, now," he ordered to nobody in particular, and each followed quickly. With Rosie and Shelby both exposed, their breasts perked up in reaction to the colder air surrounding them, their cocks turgid and bouncing lightly with their heartbeats. They sat beside each other, hands in each other's laps to lightly touch and tease while they waited their turns.
Again, Len was quick. Already stripped to reveal the cute little pussy between his legs, he clambered over Trey's lap with some difficulty. The tiger had some wide hips, considering his build and height, and it was a small strain to straddle them comfortably. It wouldn't matter soon enough, however, as Len palmed the 12 inches of tiger dick he was waiting for. "You ready big guy?" Len purred out, not waiting for a response before getting to work on taking what he could of the feline cock. As sensitive as he was, he had to take it slow, lip bitten and eyes screwed shut as he was overwhelmed with the sudden sensations forcing their way into his lower half. The two female felines on the sidelines watched eagerly, hands working a tad faster.
Trey, on his part, was doing rather well. He gave out a rough grunt, hands on Len's hips, careful not to pull too hard and shock the fox's system too suddenly. No, he was a good boy. He knew how to be gentle when the time came. "Len...fuck, dude, little tight..." came out his strained pleasure, head lolling back to rest against the tent floor. It didn't take long for the two to adjust, and the kitsune was eager to get down to the base. With a somewhat more forceful drop, he took the last few inches with a rather feminine moan, head hanging low and hands resting on Trey's chest to support him. His body quivered, legs quaking as he went through the wave of electricity coming from their union. Slowly, he pulled himself up- just a few inches, of course, but it was enough to add to the sensations the two were experiencing. Trey's hips bucked slightly, and he tried to keep them still, though it was quite the struggle. A very large part of him wanted nothing more than to throw Len onto his back and go to town, putting kittens in him after a brutal fucking. But no- he had to hold back. The fox was overwhelmed as it currently was.
Between the heat and pressure, as well as the constant bouncing of the tight pussy on his lap, Trey was very much in a bad spot when it came to the longevity of their coupling. Already he could feel himself tensing, growing closer and closer as time went on, finding it harder and harder to hold himself back. "L-len? Len...! I, nggh, I can't...oof, I can't hold back long, bud," Trey warned, the feline's cock throbbing angrily within Len's depths, releasing bursts of precum into the confined space and making things sloppier.
"Inside...!" was Len's simple command, his front half dropping slightly to give his hips leverage, the pumping continuing at a growing pace, bringing them both close to the edge. And finally, with a simultaneous groan from both, the pair finished. Len, quivering, gripping, pulling at Trey's length, nearly collapsed on top of the male beneath him. Trey, throbbing, pulsing, and spraying into the kitsune above him, reached for his shoulder to help hold him up as their connection was flooded with near-boiling cum. Panting, they both took a moment to revel in their afterglow, beads of sweat forming along their skin beneath their fur. Len brushed some hair from his face as Trey shut his eyes, catching his breath. Slowly, he pulled Len off and set him to the side for a brief moment of cuddling.
"Awwwww," Shelby cooed, her hand slowing slightly in Rosie's lap, her own cock throbbing eagerly. "Alright, my turn!" Leaving a suddenly disgruntled cheetah behind, she stood and beelined for Len, pulling him slightly to the side as he leaked the white tiger's cum onto the ground. "Alrighty, Len- my turn. I won't go so easy on you!" Shelby chuckled, dropping the full weight of her hefty cock onto his tummy. Len swallowed audibly in shock at the size of her member, something he still wasn't used to despite their frequent coupling. With it laying hot on his abdomen, throbbing and ready to force its way into his deepest reaches, Len gave naught but a nod and a short series of panting breaths, still trying to catch some air.
Shelby wouldn't give him much of a chance, however, dragging the end of her cock downwards, sliding against his still sensitive button and pressing against his entrance with a slight shove. Already, she was punching forward, using Trey's cum as the hottest of lubricants to slide in deep without too much resistance. Even with the aid, however, her girth was something Len was not prepared for, hands tensing and intending, clenching at whatever fur he could grab on Shelby's arm and thigh. "Sh-shelbyyyYYYY! Ahhhhhn! S-slow down! I'm still sensitive!" He wailed out, huffing hot breaths and moans into the humid air of the tent, her cock stretching his cute little cunt wider the deeper it went, bulging out his lower abdomen with its shape and girth. Upon noticing this, he let loose another, more heated moan, a hand flying down to it to feel the mass of breeding flesh invading him. "Oh, oh f-ffuuuuck, that's hot...!" He managed to let loose between breaths. Shelby was true to her word- there was no pausing for him to adjust.
She pulled back, and shoved forward again, his vice like grip slowing her enough to keep him mostly comfortable in the pounding he was receiving. His legs reached up, wrapping around her waist as her human eyes burned holes into his soul. The two looked at each other, connecting wordlessly, the only noise in the tent the sound of their hips meeting and their panting breaths, adding to the growing temperature in the enclosed nylon of the tent. Shelby reached down, scooping her arms under his legs and grabbing his hips, bending him slightly and using the angle as leverage to pull him into her thrusts. She was growing more feral, more violent with her thrusts, her hips a blur as she plowed the cutie beneath her. Slowly, Len managed to come down, once again growing used to the pressure within, pounding away at him. While he wasn't unfamiliar with the sensations she brought, having finished mere moments ago made him a bit more sensitive. He was just happy to come down from the previous orgasm, and now, he was already being driven to another.
Shelby, as excited as she was, was all too happy to really give it to him. She reached up, pinning his wrists above his head, her hips grinding and rolling and thrusting away, her lower abdomen rubbing against his button, grinding away and shocking him with every gyration the two shared. Len himself began to roll his own hips, moving in time with her feral pounding. They could feel their sweat beading on their foreheads and running slowly down the sides of their heads, the humidity and heat in the nylon enclosure building and adding to the heat their proximity produced. Their moans and pants, groans and grunts, the slapping of furred hips on furred thighs echoing out. Surely, anyone camping nearby would hear them.
Rosie watched in awe at the monstrously rough pounding the cutie on his back was taking, eager for her own turn. Many times she had reached the edge of her own peak, hand slowing to keep herself from tipping over. She wanted to save it for him.
Shelby was getting close herself. After seeing the looks Len gave their white tiger friend, she wanted to see the kitsune's face twist in the pleasure of another shared orgasm, and as close as she was, she knew it would come soon. The thought alone spurred her on, leaning back and sliding her arms under the bends of his knees. Wrapping her arms around his thighs, she gripped his hips and pulled him up, angling her cock to breeze past the more sensitive roof of his cunny, and it gave her the leverage needed to really pound him out. At full speed, her thighs were burning, upper arms beginning to grow weary of holding his weight. "Almost there, hon?" she panted out, breathless, reaching for any air she could grasp.
Len merely nodded, moving between sharp gasps and biting his lip, head thrown back. His eyes began to screw tight, brow knitted upwards together, mouth open wide in an "O" shape as he fell over the edge. The fox's legs began to quake and shudder, tense and wrapping around her waist to drag her full length into him. As tight as his grip was around her waist, and the pulsing, squeezing ripples of his filled pussy, there was no escape for her. Rather, she dug in, all too happy to finish into him, dumping out her seed.
Just with Trey, there was almost no room for her cum to go, once again bulging out his lower stomach with the sheer force and amount, punching into him with blast after molten blast of her orgasm. There was not much room for him to expand, her member taking most of it, and it began to spill out in sharp bursts as well, coating their connection with the thick substance. Shelby ground herself forward, head thrown back as a sharp series of gasps left her mouth, her lungs grabbing desperately at any oxygen they could take. Len, meanwhile, was frozen, body shocked and shaking as the tsunami-like ecstacy wracked his mind and stole the sensation from every inch of his body, leaving him as nothing but a shell of orgasmic pleasure.
When the two could finally relax, it was slow, the both of them too sensitive to disengage quickly, every nerve crying out in over-sensitivity, begging them to slow down even at their glacial pace. "Fuck..." Shelby muttered, still panting, face red and body heaving as she threw herself down beside her kitsune lover.
"Agreed..." Len managed as well, rolling somewhat away to give the two space to cool down. Their chests rose and fell almost in unison, sparing no breath for speech.
"Well," Rosie chuckled, standing from her kneeling position. "I'd hate to ask, Len, but do you think you could do another round?" Len shook his head. "Later, then?" A nod. "Gotcha. I'll get you guys some water and something to eat."
True to her word, Rosie did in fact get refreshments for everyone after they cleaned up and got dressed. The tent was opened to air out the scent of sex and the humidity of their activities. Once more, they sat in a group, food in hand, water at each person's side. They ate and drank greedily, Rosie not as hungry nor thirsty simply due to the fact she had yet to partake in the activities. She would get her turn. Eyeing his body, she knew she wanted it. The feline knew she would not let a night like this go to waste. She was the only one to remain unsullied, and she was not going to stay that way.
When the other three finally relaxed, their meals finished and water almost gone, she decided to bide her time. No sense in making him sick with all the jostling and shaking of sex. Let him digest a bit, then make her move.
It didn't take as long as the cheetah thought, however. Having discarded their refuse, Len sat down and slid next to her on the smoothed log they were using as a seat. "Sooooooooo..." he dragged out, an arm slipping around her waist so he could cuddle into her side, pushing her own mechanical limb over his shoulder. She happily obliged him. "When are you gonna fuck my brains out?" It did not take long for her to almost drag him off the log.
Bent over the wood, she was already working at getting his clothes down, her own shorts already flung off to the side, her dick exposed to the chilly night air, light dimly by the small campfire they had going. "Eager, arentcha?" she grunted, the effort of moving his body into place causing her to strain slightly. "Stay there," she muttered, leaning in to give his bits a languid lick, making sure he was ready for her. As drenched as he was, resistance would be minimal. She took that into account, noting her size and the difficulty he had earlier with the others, and decided to take things easy at first. Rosie found her mark quickly, pressing to his entrance and inwards, letting out a soft hiss of pleasure as he mewled beneath her touch. Her organic hand rested on his left hip, holding him down as her mechanical guided her rod into him. Once she felt satisfied in the length he had accepted, she pushed further, both hands now pinning him to the weathered wood below.
"Tight little thing, aren't you?" came the cheetah's grunt, a remark that went unheard as Len moaned out, head dropping to rest his chin on the log. The other two watched, eager to see his cute little ass get abused like they had both wanted to earlier. There was no warning, no signal, as the cheetah began her motions. Slowly at first, she began to saw her way through him, pressing in further and further with each subsequent thrust. As his natural lubricants began to soak her cock, she could push further inwards. Finally, she bottomed out, every inch of her pressed into his deepest depths. The two stopped, grinding on each other slowly, enjoying the presence they shared.
After a moment or two, Len gave an encouraging grunt, pulling his hips forward and then back in a mini thrust. "Fine. Have it your way!" she laughed in response, digging her fingers into his side for a bitter grip. Her hips went back, hands pushing slightly, before rushing forward to fill the gap she had left behind. Their bodies slapped together lewdly, wetly ringing out into the night as they uttered their pleasure to the stars above. Again, she pulled back, ramming forward. The thrust itself was quick, a pause in between each one, and the next, and the next. Each pause grew shorter, shorter, shorter still until they had found an enjoyable rhythm. Not too furious or animalistic, fucking away like they were unneutered dogs in heat, nor were they slow like old lovers enjoying a mutual embrace.
No, Rosie had found the right tempo, beating at the tight drum of Len's ass, setting the time for their shared song and dance of sexual satisfaction. After the day of edging and teasing herself, Rosie was not going to last. After the day of sharp, quick orgasms, Len was happy to let himself loose, enjoying and reveling in the fucking. Much like earlier, he found himself to be a quick shot, growing closer and closer to his own orgasm. This time, he was determined to ride it out rather than be slammed all at once, determined to bask in its glow rather than be blinded by its fury. Rosie was much the same. She saw the way the others pumped him full and dropped him. She didn't want that.
She leaned in, pressing kisses to his ears, nibbling at them, tugging them with her teeth, happy to give him every bit of love she could as they made it together. "I'm close, Len, honey," she panted, hot breath tickling the fur of his ear, making them twitch in unison as if both were stimulated. Her right hand slid up, cold and smooth, grabbing onto his shoulder as she leaned over him. Her thrusts were much more shallow now, but came more frequently, hitting the perfect spot for him again and again at this newfound angle. It stimulated her, too, at the right places. "Inside?"
All she received was a moan and a sharp nod from the fox's lips, the two of them wrapping around each other. Her arm came down, reaching gingerly around his neck without choking him. His own hand came up to hold hers, gently letting her know it was okay. Once more for him, the dam broke. Flooding him with the slow burn of a gentle orgasm, he shivered in the cold, letting it wash over him and sting against the warmth of their connected bodies. His rgasm faded in slowly, surprising him almost with its ferocity when it was in full swing. Her own orgasm was not behind by much, pressing inwards and near-audibly filling him just like their other two friends.
"That's fucking hot," Shelby muttered, scooting subtly closer to Trey. "Wanna give me that?"
"I'd be happy to," Trey said after a pause to watch the cheetah and fox finish, already working his jeans open yet again.
Rosie and Len breathed together, deeply, letting out their drawn air in a slow exhalation, their combined climax beginning to fade with each passing moment.
"Good trip?" Rosie panted. Once again, she only got a nod. She wasn't complaining. It was exhausting work to fuck a kitsune from behind and make sure he was satisfied, much less watch all day as two others did the job for her, setting the bar higher than she expected. The four all knew this wouldn't be the last time they shared this ordeal on their trip. They were looking forward to tomorrow, after all, when they made the journey to the peak.