Camping Cuddles
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Our car bounced and rocked down the unpaved, forest path. Music played quietly, forgotten under the sound of rocks pelting our wheel wells. Peter's ears were flopping up and down in my peripheral vision, but I didnt notice them; I was focused on avoiding the many potholes in the road. After all, I didn't want to put his new truck through any more than it had to.
As we rounded another corner, I spotted a less-worn path branching from the main road. Evidently, my boyfriend saw it at the same time; he pointed it out, half-shouting, "Cherry, that fork's our campsite," and gestured to it with a chocolate-colored fox paw.
"Thanks," I replied over the din, and continued navigating the road. The dark green of the trees was a nice contrast to the dusty brown of the path we were driving on, and the setting sun behind us gave everything a bronze glow.
I turned into the smaller path and slowed down; this road looked like only a handful of cars had ever driven it. As I started down the path to our campsite for the next 3 days, I reached over into the bag of chips in my boyfriend's lap, grabbing a handful and stuffing them all in my mouth. "Hey," Peter teased, "stop eating them all at once. We're gonna run out of chips before tomorrow if you keep eating like eight at a time," he grinned, then poked me in the side.
"Oi caa eah hauewehr oi wahh," I retorted, sticking my paw back in for more chips. That was met with a smack on the wrist and Peter pulling my paw out of the bag, reprimanding me with a playful glare. I chewed and swallowed the chips, then clarified, "I can eat however I want," and promptly stuck my paw back in for more.
"I don't hold greasy boy hands," Peter commented slyly, and that was enough to prompt a shameful retreat. I protested, "I'm not a greasy boy," and wiped off my hand on my pants. Pleadingly, I held out my clean hand to Peter. He just rolled his eyes good-naturedly and slipped his hand into mine.
Sighing contentedly, I returned my full attention to the road. We bumped down the dirt road in a comfortable silence, punctuated with the sounds of our camping gear clanking together in the back seat. *Man, I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be relaxed,* I remarked, thinking about what a contrast this tranquil forest was to my usually busy highschool life. Back at home, I had two essays and a science lab due the next week, but I wasn't gonna think about that now. Me and my boyfriend had gotten this Friday off from school, and we were gonna spend it camping up in the gorgeous forest that was only a couple hours out of town. *This trip is gonna be great,* I concluded, squeezing Peter's paw.
I pulled into our campsite at the end of the path and parked the car off to the side. Pausing, I turned the car off and stretched out my arms from their hold on the steering wheel. "Well," I started after a beat of silence, "we made it." After another moment, Peter sighed happily and replied, "We did."
Then he flopped over onto my lap with a playful smile, looked up at me and asked, "Well? What do you wanna do first?"
"I think im gonna take this beautiful boy in my lap," I murmured, leaning down slowly, "and I'm gonna..." My boyfriend's eyes fluttered closed and he reached up to my face, anticipating what was coming next.
I whispered onto his lips, "I'm gonna take him and make him set up the tent."
Giggling, I threw open the car door and leapt out. Peter pouted and reached out of the car for me; unfortunately for him, he only caught my tail, and it ran through his paws despite his attempt to hold onto it. "Come set up the tent, cutie," I sang, taunting him by flicking my tail in front of his upside-down face. He weakly batted at it, and almost managed to catch it before I waltzed to the back of the truck, pulling my tail away in the process.
"Come back and kiss meeeee," he whined as I opened the trunk. After he got no response, he followed up with an accusing "hottie." I smirked as I imagined him sulking in the car seats, and I pulled out the tent for us to set up. I sauntered back past the open car door and he was still laying there sullenly.
"Tell you what," I offered, stopping just out of reach from my boyfriend. "I'll help you set up the tent, and once we're done, you can kiss me as much as you want. Deal?"
His ears perked up, and his tail started thumping his seat. "Deal!" He pushed himself up onto all fours and crawled into the driver's seat, and then swung his legs down so he was sitting up. I waited for him to hop out of the car, but he just sat there with his arms outstretched. Confused, I furrowed my brow. Seeing my confusion, he pleaded, "Hold me," and I just couldn't resist.
"Alright," I relented, and turned around and half-squatted in front of him. He excitedly jumped onto my back and immediately stuck his nose in my ear. I chuckled and leaned away from it, and Peter resigned himself to resting his head on top of mine. "And up," I grunted, standing up with a couple extra pounds of cute on my back.
"Okay, let's do this," I proclaimed, squatting down again to pick up the tent bag. I'll be the first to admit that I hated the gym, but if there was one thing that I never skipped, it was leg day. I may have noode arms and a tummy, but I made sure that I had only the thickest of thighs for my boyfriend.
Maybe I should have worked harder on my arms, though: the bag was constantly hitting my shins as we shuffled to the clearing we would set up the tent in.
For the next fifteen minutes, my boyfriend and I figured out which poles went where, when to stake the tent in, and about halfway through we realized we had forgotten the tarp. Somewhere in there, Peter decided to get off my back and I somehow lost my shirt. However, we eventually got the tent all set up, and just in time too, as the sun was completely down at this point.
"Dang, I'm freezing," I mentioned, conveniently forgetting about my discarded shirt. "We should get a fire started."
"I'll get the wood," my boyfriend said helpfully, but then his smile turned into a smirk as he sauntered up to me. Confused, I started, "The wood's in the-" I hesitated when he reached down and palmed me through my pants. "Oh my goodness, you're such a perv, Peter," I rolled my eyes and smiled as my boyfriend laughed. "Fine, I'll get the wood if you can't." I huffed and turned to leave, but swatted at his dick at the last second and bolted.
"Hey! You can't-" I heard him shout after me, then his footfalls crunching on the ground as he chased me to the car. I reached the open trunk and glanced behind me, seeing my boyfriend not far behind. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I fumbled around in the back, trying to gather enough wood for the fire when I realized that Peter's footsteps had stopped.
A moment later, I was tackled to the ground by the hottest boy I knew, and he was thrusting his lips on mine like I was the first meal he'd had in days.
And boy, was I ready to be devoured.
Some time later, we were both shirtless in the truck, with me on all fours above my panting boyfriend. We had been making out for who knows how long, but judging by the fogged up windows it had been a while. I gazed into Peter's hungry eyes as he shifted under me, probably expecting me to ravish his lips again. But as great as that sounded, my energy was suddenly gone, so I let myself drop onto my boyfriend's bare chest. I exhaled into his chest, his fur tickling my muzzle. I reached up, wrapped my arms around my boyfriend's neck, and looked up at him. His paws, still on my back, started combing up and down, smoothing my matted fur.
"Peter, I love you."
Those words hung in the air as I hugged him, burying my face into his tan chest fur. His paws stopped mid-stroke, then wrapped around me as well. "I love you too, Charlie."
We lay there in silence for a couple minutes, just enjoying each other's company. The only sounds were the wildlife outside and our breathing. *I love you so, so, so much, you absolute friggin cutie,* I thought, burrowing into Peter's chest. He seemed to share the sentiment, because one paw squeezed me while the other slipped itself into the back of my pants.
"You have a nice ass," Peter smirked, squeezing aforementioned ass.
"Oh my goodness," I groaned, "I'm gonna go and start the fire."
However, a couple hours later, we were still snuggled up in the car, asleep in each other's embrace.
This is chapter one of a fun adventure between these two cuties, expect more soon! (Also follow or subscribe or whatever you do on sf bc that would be rly nice)