A Weekend By The Lake
_ Friday _
"Nnngh! Almost... there!"
Pepper grunted as he strained to bend the stiff carbon-fiber tent pole just enough to fit into the
small ring at the base of the tent. The end of the pole finally met with the brass eyelet and snapped into
place, pulling the tent into shape.
The coyote wagged his tail and admired the tent. It was one of those expensive tents that
normally sold for over $200, but he and his mate Chrysanthemum had found this one for only $79 at a
discount store.
Once they had the air mattress, cooler, and portable DVD player all set up inside, it would be
almost like home, with plenty of room for he and Chrys to spread out... not that Pepper had any intention of straying far from the gorgeous fennec's side.
Nearby, on a picnic table in the shade of an old oak tree, Chrys had begun setting up a Coleman
stove.
"The place is deserted," she said, looking up for a moment and scanning the campsite as her
large ears swiveled curiously. "Aren't the parks around here usually packed on the weekends?"
"Lake Caldwell is kind of a local secret," said Pepper as he began staking the tent down.
"Everyone usually goes to Lake Rosemont. Though it is Friday. There might be a few more campers
by tomorrow."
Chrys poured some Coleman fuel into the stove's fuel tank and began priming the pump. "You
know Pepper, I was wondering... Is it really camping if we've got fillet mignon, smoked salmon,
Portobello mushrooms, and white Zinfandel?" she said as she lit the stove.
Pepper stepped up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. "It can
be... if we want it to be."
Chrys turned and nipped playfully at her mate's chin. "It's a little early for dessert, don't you
think?" she said.
With that, she slipped out of his grasp and reached into the trunk of their car for a cutting board.
"Why don't you get the mushrooms chopped and I'll get the sauce started."
"Alright," said Pepper with a sigh. He was starting to wonder if it was really food he wanted at
the moment.
Dinner turned out every bit as good as they'd hoped, and they sat on lounge chairs by the shore
of the lake, watching the sun set as they ate.
"It's been years since I've been out here," said Pepper. "I used to come out here every summer
as a young pup. Maybe tomorrow we can go swimming, or go hiking along that trail on the mountain
ridge around the lake. Or we can just relax here."
Chrys took another sip of her wine, a sly grin on her face. "I think swimming might be nice,"
she said, her tail swishing.
"Sounds like you've got plans," said Pepper, wondering what Chrys was thinking.
"Me? Plans?" she said, giving him a cute, innocent expression.
"Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll like it," said Pepper, leaning over to kiss her. She ran her fingers
through his shock of bright red headfur and returned the kiss, her long, slender tongue lapping at his.
"Maybe we should go back to the tent?" Chrys said, running her paw down Pepper's thigh.
The coyote let out an excited huff. "I... think I'd like that... a lot," he said, standing up and
taking her paw in his.
They practically flew back to the tent, closing the zipper and privacy flap behind them. Chrys
began immediately undressing, and Pepper began to do the same, but she held his wrist gently.
"Why don't you let me help?" she said in a soft, sensual voice as she slid her paw under his
shirt, rubbing his chest as she slowly lifted it off his body. Pepper raised his arms and she whipped the
shirt away, casting it off into a corner of the tent.
"Down boy!" she said with a grin as she pushed him back onto the air mattress. Pepper tumbled
back onto the soft cushion, staring up at his mate's gorgeous body, her shapely hips, her firm breasts
and slender arms and legs.
She must have sensed his admiration; she struck a pose, folding her arms behind her head and
stretching sensually, letting him fix his gaze on her for a moment before she crouched down and moved
in.
She unzipped Pepper's pants and pulled them away with a flourish, then began to tug his boxers
slowly down to his ankles, teasing him a moment as she took her sweet time.
She eyed Pepper's sheath, already full and plump and displaying an inch of pink coyote flesh.
The fennec licked her lips and inhaled his scent deeply before leaning in, running her tongue from the
base of his balls to the tip of his cock.
Pepper gasped and moaned, running a paw through her headfur as she began to lick again and
again. Her narrow vulpine tongue worked its way into his sheath, and his member responded by
sliding further out, its light pink color turning a darker red as he became more aroused.
Chrys then stopped, only to give Pepper a wink and turn around, straddling his chest with her
rump toward his face.
"First one to cum buys gas for the trip home," she said, wagging her tail as she opened her muzzle wide and took his cock with a satisfied slurp.
Pepper let out a playful growl. "You're on."
The fennec let out a muffled gasp as she felt something slide into her. Pepper had slid two of
his fingers into the warm, moist folds of her sex, moving them around, brushing her G-spot.
Chrys responded by wrapping her lips around the base of his knot, causing Pepper to pant and
thrust into her muzzle.
Pepper felt around with his thumb as he thrust his fingers into her. At last he felt the smooth
protrusion of her clitoris against his thumb and began to move it in a circular motion around the
sensitive nub.
Chrys squealed and began bobbing up and down along Pepper's shaft, this time squeezing his
knot firmly with her paw. The sensations from her mate's attentions nearly sent her off right then and
there, but she edged back; she was determined to make Pepper cum.
It didn't take much more. Pepper felt himself go cross-eyed with pleasure as the white-hot
shock of his climax hit. The coyote threw back his head and howled as he filled her muzzle with his
thick spunk.
Chrys followed soon after, and Pepper was rewarded by the feeling of her muscles contracting
tight around his fingers as a spurt of clear, musky fluid jetted from her sex. The fennec's body went
taut as a bowstring, her tail raised and fluffed as she let out a yowl.
At last, the sensations died down, and Chrys turned around, snuggling against him, nuzzling his
cheek as she ran a paw up and down his chest.
"Looks like you're buying gas, hon," she said with a grin, nipping at his ear.
Pepper smiled serenely. "Worth it," he said.
_ Saturday _
"Aww, come on, don't be shy!"
Chrys stood outside the tent in a red and black bikini, a smirk on her muzzle.
"I can't believe I let you pick this out for me," said Pepper from inside the tent. "Suppose
someone sees me in this?"
"All the more reason to get to the water, hon," said Chrys with a flick of her tail. "Come on, we
haven't got all day."
Pepper unzipped the tent and stepped out into the daylight. Only a thin black strip of stretch
fabric covered his sheath and balls and gently nudged them into a provocative, protruding bulge before
narrowing to a thong that disappeared completely under his tail. He blushed brightly under his fur.
"Nice," said Chrys, walking around her lover, admiring his bare thighs and the taut bulge
between them.
"Okay, can we get to the water now?" said Pepper, instinctively wrapping his tail forward
around his waist.
"Oh, of course. I'm sure you can't wait to get out of that skimpy bathing suit," said Chrys with a
wink as she sauntered down the hill toward the lake, her hips and tail swaying.
They walked down to the end of a narrow wooden dock, about 50 feet from shore. Chrys tested
the water daintily with one toe, then leaped in... but not before grabbing Pepper's wrist and pulling him
with her.
The coyote surfaced, gasping for air and tossing his headfur. Chrys gave him a mischievous
grin and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Tag! You're it!" She shouted and dove back under the water, swimming quickly away.
The two chased each other through the water, the smaller fennec cavorting and taunting the
coyote as she darted through the water with surprising agility.
At last, Chrys began to feel tired. She swam to a shallow point about midway down the dock
and grabbed onto one of the pilings.
"Safe!" she called out.
Pepper swam up to her, then put his feet down as he realized the water was only chest-high.
"Since when are there safe zones in this game?" he said with a smirk.
"Since I said so!" said Chrys.
"Oh yeah?" said Pepper, grabbing Chrys around the waist and lifting her up effortlessly as the
water supported her light frame.
"You're not supposed to touch me in the safe zone, you know. You're still it," she said in a
sultry voice as she wrapped her legs around his hips.
"But you're not stopping me. So what does that make you?" said Pepper, feeling the thin strip
of fabric tighten between his legs as Chrys pressed and ground her crotch against his.
"A fox," she said, giving his muzzle a playful nip.
"A fox who needs to be reminded what happens when you tease coyotes?" said Pepper, letting
her lean her back against the dock piling as he pushed the fabric of her bikini aside.
"Oh, yes. I think I do need some reminding," she said, reaching down to pull aside the crotch of
Pepper's thong.
Pepper let out a soft growl and ground his hardening maleness against the pouting lips of her
labia, making the fennec gasp and pull him in closer with her legs.
"You silly foxes do need reminding from time to time, don't you?" he said, sliding his member
into the tight confines of her sex. "Don't you worry. You'll remember this time."
Chrys gasped and moaned, her tail slapping his legs in the water as he pressed forward. "And
what if I don't remember?" she said.
"Then I'll just have to remind you again..." said Pepper, hilting into her. "...and again..." he
thrust once more, driving deep. "And... again!"
He let his inhibitions go. He began to mate his lover with wild abandon, the fennec vixen
throwing back her head and squealing in pleasure as he began to take her with long, deep strokes.
Chrys let out a yap and suddenly lunged forward, sinking her needle sharp teeth into Pepper's
shoulder. Pepper let out a sharp cry, then a feral growl.
"Oh fuck yes!" he said, the savagery of her love bite driving him on. He pressed her hard
against the dock piling and began to drive as deep as he dared, his knot swelling fast as she clamped
her tight sex down around him.
He growled menacingly in her ear, then threw back his head and let out a sharp, staccato howl
that echoed across the lake as he came.
Chrys could feel every jet of his thick canine seed as it invaded her, and felt the rush of her own
climax as it shot through her body like a seismic wave.
The two sparred in the water, splashing and rolling like a feral couple as Pepper's cock seized
completely inside her, until at last they both surfaced again, gasping and dripping wet.
"I think I learned my lesson, for now," said Chrys, a broad smile on her narrow muzzle as she
wrapped her arms and legs around Pepper and kissed him.
"A pleasure to teach you, love," said Pepper, supporting her gently as he carried her out of the
water. At this point, any more swimming would be out of the question for at least the next half hour- not that either of them really cared.
Later in the evening, after yet another delicious dinner by the lake, they watched the sun set,
holding each other as they sat on a blanket on the hill overlooking the lake.
There was little conversation, only the gentle caresses of each other's arms as the sun faded
from view and the stars began to shine.
In the deep, moonless night, they could see more stars than either had seen in years.
"I can't tell you the last time I saw the Milky Way," said Pepper, his voice hushed with awe as
he held Chrys tight, his eyes cast skyward.
"I'm not sure I ever have... If I did, I think I must've been a kit," said Chrys.
All at once, a streak of light crossed the sky, soaring over the horizon. It was the brightest,
lowest shooting star either had ever seen, and for just a moment it lit the night sky around them with a
brilliant blue-white glow.
"Whoa," said Chrys.
"With sights like that, who needs fireworks?" said Pepper.
"Did you make a wish?" said Chrys.
"Of course," said Pepper.
"What for?" asked Chrys.
Pepper gazed into her eyes with a serene smile. "Do you really have to ask?"
Their lips met, neither sure who kissed who first. Lips gave way to tongues, questing, playing
on each other as arms and legs entangled.
Pepper stretched out on the blanket and Chrys pulled off her pants and straddled his hips.
He unzipped his own pants, hastily pulling aside the fly of his boxers and letting the cool night
air play on his member.
"I love you so much," said Chrys, leaning in to kiss him as she rested her weight on his
member.
"I love you too," said Pepper, holding her hips and thrusting upward.
They moved together, eyes cast to the stars, lost in each other, the world melting away for one
wonderful moment as their bodies formed a new constellation in the endless sprawling sky.
Some time late into the night, the two spent lovers dragged themselves back to the tent,
collapsing onto the soft air mattress and falling fast asleep in each other's arms.
All through the night, their dreams were filled with visions of the brightly-lit heavens, and only
the next morning's sunrise would see the stars fade from their tired eyes.
_ Sunday _
"Are you sure about this?" said Chrys, her ears swiveling nervously as she and Pepper made
their way down a trail along the wooded mountains that ringed the lake.
"We did it in the lake, we did it in the tent, and we did it on the hill last night. If we haven't
been caught yet, I don't think anyone's going to spot us," said Pepper.
"Let's just... make sure we're out of sight of the trail, okay?" said Chrys.
They looked around, each looking for a comfortable spot. Chrys wasn't sure what exactly they
were looking for, but Pepper seemed to be looking for something very specific.
Suddenly Pepper looked to his right, his ears perking up and his tail wagging.
"This way!" he said excitedly as he pointed to a trail that looked like it hadn't been used in ages.
The sign that had marked it years before had become so weathered that only the letters "E" and "T" could be made out.
Pepper ran down the trail with his tail wagging all the way. Chrys followed, not sure where this
spur trail went; it hadn't been on any of the park maps, and it certainly didn't look like it had seen much
use.
The once-manicured edges of the trail had grown in with thick underbrush, and the small logs
set into the dirt to keep the trail from eroding had long since started to rot away. Chrys nearly stumbled
on the remains of one such log as Pepper bolted forward.
At last they came to a large clearing that led down to a run-down amphitheater. "Here it is!"
said Pepper.
"What is this?" said Chrys, looking around.
"This used to be where the Pup Scouts would have ceremonies. I got my knotwork merit badge
here. Looks like it hasn't been used in ten years or so, though," said Pepper.
"Knotwork?" Chrys chuckled. "That explains a few things!"
"You know me all too well," Pepper said with a smile, running his paw through her headfur as
he led her to the dilapidated wooden stage at the bottom of the amphitheater. "This will be as good a
spot as any to show you just how skilled I am with my knot."
Chrys giggled. "Right here? On the stage? You shameless 'yote!"
"Is there any other kind?" said Pepper with a broad grin as he slid his paw inside his mate's
shirt, cupping her breasts. Neither of them had worn underwear for the hike, and he was secretly
thankful that he didn't have to bother with her bra this time around.
Chrys twisted away from him with a fluid motion, wagging her finger teasingly.
"No? Why not?" said Pepper.
"I thought we'd play a little game first," said Chrys. "Don't worry, you'll like this one."
"Alright, what's the game?" Pepper said, sniffing eagerly at her as she stepped coyly away.
"Truth or dare." Chrys cooed.
"Oooh... this has potential!" said Pepper.
"So... Truth or dare?" said Chrys with a wink.
"How about truth?" said Pepper.
"Would you do it out here if we had an audience?" asked Chrys.
Pepper blushed. "As long as the audience didn't mind, I guess..." he said, folding his ears a
little. "Alright, my turn. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," said Chrys.
"Too easy. I dare you to take it all off. Right here, right now," said Pepper as he nuzzled her
neck, inhaling her scent.
"Oh, okay. But if I'm gonna strip for you, you need to have a seat and watch the show," said
Chrys, pushing him gently back.
Pepper took the hint and sat on one of the rotting half-log benches near the edge of the stage,
popping open the top button of his pants.
Chrys began to move sinuously, her slender, shapely body bending and flexing to the beat of
imaginary music. She would sometimes crawl on all fours, making pouty, kissing gestures at Pepper
before slinking back to her feet and slowly working the hem of her shirt up and down.
With one dramatic gesture, she whipped her shirt off, exposing her pert, bra-less chest to the
warm summer air and shaking her breasts lasciviously.
Pepper had already unzipped his pants and begun kneading his sheath between his fingers idly,
feeling his flesh start to stir at his mate's show.
Chrys could see that Pepper was already starting to play with himself. It was working; he was
hers, and she had only to continue her dance of seduction until he could no longer wait.
She began to gyrate her hips with a grace of motion that would make even the most skilled
belly dancer hot with envy, sliding her thumbs into her waistband as she worked her pants down ever
so slowly.
Pepper let out a whimper of anticipation. Seeing Chrys in her bare fur never got old, and when
she made him wait it drove him wild. He slid his fingers up and down the shaft of his cock as she
worked the waistband ever lower, only to pull it back up again, working it up and down in a maddening
tease.
At last, Chrys decided she had teased her lover enough. It was time to give Pepper what he
came for. She slid her pants down to her ankles and stepped out of them, strutting across the stage
naked, a proud, confident gleam in her eyes as she wiggled her hips and flicked her tail provocatively at
the aroused coyote.
He needed no further invitation. He leaped back onto the stage and began to tear his own
clothes off, pushing Chrys onto all fours. The fennec vixen grinned and obliged him, raising her tail as
he vaulted onto her back and began to thrust.
There was something about her today- Pepper couldn't decide if she was hotter and tighter from
her dance or if it was just the way she looked in the daylight- but he was helpless to stop. With his
arms firmly around her waist, he mated her like a wild coyote, his hot breath on her neck as his knot
began to swell.
Chrys moaned and squealed as Pepper took her. He was always a passionate lover when he got
going, but something about this place had brought out the beast in him. Some deep instinct made his
thrusts deeper and more precise, as if homing in on her g-spot. Her first orgasm hit within seconds and
by the time he had begun to thrust the inch of flesh behind his knot in and out, she had lost count of
how many times she had climaxed.
Pepper, meanwhile, was very near his first. The clenching, throbbing, and the renewed wetness
enveloping his member drove him to his first climax, then a second shortly thereafter.
At last Chrys hit a plateau and clamped hard around Pepper's cock, sending him to his third and
final climax. His aching member spurted its load, rivulets of cum leaking from the edges of her vagina
and dribbling onto the wood of the stage.
At last, they lay there, joined at the hips and completely exhausted. "I don't know what's gotten
into you, but I hope it stays with you," said Chrys.
"Likewise," said Pepper, his eyes closed and his muzzle open in a broad grin.
They lay there a moment in the dappled shade on the far edge of the stage, the songs of birds
and cicadas chirping and buzzing lazily around them in the warm summer air.
Suddenly, Chrys sat up, her ears erect and alert. "Someone's coming!" she said.
Pepper knew there was no sense in arguing with a fennec; she would hear someone long before
he would. He reached over to grab his shirt and pants, but felt himself being pulled painfully backward
as Chrys crawled across the stage to grab her discarded shirt and pants.
What followed was a clumsy, panicked struggle, but they somehow managed to gather all their
clothes. With everything in hand, Pepper grabbed Chrys and rolled behind and then under the stage.
It wasn't a moment too soon; just as the two lovers had rolled out of sight, a troop of Pup Scouts
came around the bend.
"Alright, everyone, have a seat. Today we're going to have a special guest from the parks
service talk to us about how to use our parks responsibly. Now, I know that this is going to be boring
for some of you, but if you can just sit still and be courteous to our guest for an hour or two I'll make
sure you all get a nice surprise at our next jamboree."
Under the stage, Pepper looked at Chrys. An hour or two? This wasn't good.
"What are they doing here on a Sunday? The entire park was deserted yesterday," whispered
Chrys.
"I think it's probably just a day trip," said Pepper. "We did those sometimes when I was with
the Pup Scouts."
"I just hope the speech is over quick," said Chrys, her large ears folded back in annoyance as
she looked up through a crack in the planks above her.
The speech turned into a three-hour question-and-answer session with a park ranger whose
monotone voice grated on their nerves tremendously, and it was another half hour before the Pup Scout
troop finally dispersed. During their wait, Pepper had finally managed to pull free of Chrys and the
two had begun to dress.
When Chrys finally heard the last set of footfalls fading away down the trail, she peered
cautiously from under the stage.
"All clear," she said, and she and Pepper made their way back to the campsite.
Breaking camp later that evening was hard to do. In a few hours they would return to the
comfortable, sedate city life and leave the wild abandon of this isolated lake. They would trade their
unleashed libido for a world where creatures had proper times and places to be intimate. They would
trade a sky full of stars for a sky rimmed by the haze of street lights.
But the lake would always be there, and until they could return, Pepper knew that some spark of
the wild, crazy lust he and Chrys had experienced here would burn on every time they made love, and
whenever time allowed, they would come back to this place.
"So, is that everything?" said Chrys as she threw the tent bag into the car.
"Yeah, that's it," said Pepper, looking around the campsite sadly.
"We'll have to come back, won't we?" Chrys said.
"Absolutely," said Pepper. "So, I'm a little tired, do you want to drive?"
"Sure," said Chrys. "Just remember who's buying gas."
"Oh, right," said Pepper, a whimsical grin on his muzzle. "Totally worth it."