Fudge Camp
Fudge Camp
authored and all characters created by Kyllistin
**CAUTION: this is a very explicit story about a camp where gays go to more or less screw their brains out and find creative ways to shit and piss all over each other. Believe it or not, this is based on a real camp that I once came across a website for. The images left me horrified, fascinated, and a bit sad. So I wrote this! you been warned. Oh, and the end is a little weird- but theres no danger or risk of drowning- even tho some who read it before got that impression.**
The trip up the mountain was not a smooth one. Paul felt his stomach jump and lurch with every dip and pothole in the dirt road. He was glad that he lft the driving to his friend, Byron. Byron was a bear's bear, round and powerful and taller then Paul by nearly two whole feet. Byron was quiet most of the time too, he had a presence that treated silence like a valuable comodoty. When he was around, little things like small-talk just seemed to pollute the atmosphere. They had only met a short time ago, but here they were on their way to an extended-weekend camp trip. The signs pointed the way clearly enough, but the last leg of the journey was a rough five-mile stretch up the
side of a small slope. The camp itself was at the top and they were only about halfway there.
"Hey Byron, can I ask you something?"
"Mm?" came the bears stoic reply.
"Is this safe? I mean Ive heard of some of these camps, and while I know everything is pretty um.. libeal." The arctic fox paused a moments and figited with his fingers while looking for the right words. "Well I guess if I dont want to do something then nobody can force me, right?"
The bear flashed him a quick grin and patted him on the knee. "Don't worry Paulie, I've never heard of anything like that happening. When they see you're arriving with me, the whole camp will probably ask your permission before even shaking your paw. Remember these guys are as gay as we are, word gets around. Fast." He smiled again and Paul smiled back this time.
Before long they had arived. From the outside all anyone could see was a ten-foot tall privacy fence that disappeared into the trees on both sides with double-door gates that crossed the road. Paul was fidgeting again, but this time from anticipation instead of concern. There was no telling what was beyond those gates, but it was a sure thing it would be very dirty, and even more arousing. Byron blew the explorers horn twice and after a moment out came someone in jeans and a tshirt, canine by the look of him. Byron lowered the window and got the two passes ready. This was a members only place, and the bear had purchased both of the tickets online a few weeks ago.
"Well shit-on-me!" The fur said when he got a good look at who was driving the explorer. "If it isnt Big D himself!" He gave the ursine a healthy clap on the shoulder, Byron didn't budge but he did smile. "We thought you weren't going to make it this year fella!" Paulie watched as the canine beamed and laughed. The fox felt more comfortable now, apparently his escort had a pretty good reputation with the faculty. The gatekeeper examined the tickets just the same. "Two huh? Aah I see you brought a little playmate this time." He snickered and shook Pauls paw. "Good to meet you, Im Chris." He chuckled and turned back to Byron, "I hope you save some for me and dont intend to let the fox hog all the fun."
The bear flashed another of his quick grins and replied, "Its a long weekend Chris." And with that, Chris went and opened the gates.
"You know where to go, its all the same as last year. See you guys later!"
The truck roared on through to the parking area, kicking up a big cloud of dust in its wake. Byron found a level spot for the car and killed the engine. Paul was looking out the windows, scanning to see if he could spot any activity in progress. "Help me unload and set up camp first, then we can go play." Paul veritably flew around to the back of the explorer as Byron unlocked it and started to pull out the tent and duffle bags, ignoring the mid-August heat. The camping gear was Byrons, Paul had only to bring his clothes.
The trip across the grounds to the tenting and cookout area was slow but there was lots to see. Byron carried the bulk of their gear, and got a few whistles and calls from the campers. Paulie could feel himself blush under his fur more and more as he got to see what the camp was about. Each area had a wood sign stuck on a simple sapling.
The first thing he noticed was The Gutter, which was simply a line of seats. Toilet rims on posts where the givercould sit as though he were in the comfort of his own home going about his buisness and the reciever could lay underneath with whatever part of himself exposed to gifts from above.
Next they passed a row of steel water-trophs used for feeding livestock. Paul didn't see the sign for this area but its purpose was pretty clear from the smell. The musky acrid aroma made his eyes water as well as his mouth. As they got cloer he saw a pair of males approach from the opposite direction. One of them, a lion waved a paw to Byron. The bear nodded in return since his hands were full. The couple stopped by one of the trophs, and Paulie noticed something black and plasitc hanging over the rim.
"Whos this?" asked the horse, sizing up Paul when all four arrived at the troughs.
"He's with Big D, so it's cool." The lion gave them both a relaxed, amused smile and patted the horse on the rump.
"Is that a FUNNEL??" He asked, barely able to believe it. The fox peeked into the troph meekly but couldnt see anything but a pile of shit and piss. The lion rapped a hoof on the metal container. Soon he was answered by a rap-rap from inside.
"It would seem that this one is occupied hmm?" The stallion threw Paul a wink, who could only nod with his jaw hanging in awe. "Well lets not disappoint the dirty bastard." The horse pulled down his cutoff sweats and picked up the funnel. The lion and Byron talked causally while paulie watched the equine start to piss right down the funnel. About halfway through the gray ponies bladder there was another quick knock from inside the troph. "Oops! Cant forget my contribution." He removed his fountain from the inhabitants air passage and let the rest of his fluids add to the mix in this private bath. Byron and the lion had stopped to watch. The fox felt his pants bulge a little at the sound of the equines stream dying away. The familiar rising pitch as the hose dribbled away the last of his load.
"Wow." Paul breathed as the horse kicked off his shorts and the lion started to fondle him. Byron started off towards the pitched tents in the distance and soon the fox caught up to him.
"They like you, they're good guys too."
"Wow I dont know Byron. Im sort of new to all this and.. wow. Who do you suppose was in the tank?"
Byron shrugged and didn't bother to offer a guess. They passed a flat cemented square with several pipes sticking up to various heights and ending in faucets and showerheads. "It only makes sense," thought Paul, "we all have to go home sometime." The white furred fox let out a startled yeep when he saw the tubes, hoses, and rubber enema bags hanging from some of the faucets and spouts. "Ok, so there are other perks too."
The camping area was a stones-throw from the lodge. The two furs anxiously pitched the tent and set up the rain guard in case of foul wheather. Sleeping bags unrolled and the window-flaps open, the pair sat and caught their breath wondering where to start. Anxious and nervous all at once, Paul couldnt help but think of hos messy he would look before too long. His stomach got all fluttery but he tried to calm down. He thought about Byron, and realised that Byron had seen him dirtied before. It was how they had met, actually.
"Hey do you remember that picture of me I posted on the net? I was playing in my own waste and got a little adventurous I guess." Paul felt his eartips grow warm.
Byron looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Don't tell me youre regretting it now. Even online I had to drag the truth out that you were interested in trying it with others." Paul laughed nervously, trying to convince himself that he didnt have cold feet. "Tell you what, you can go on me first." The bear reached out and rubbed the vulpines white stomach. "Ive wanted a taste ever since I saw your pictures. Decide afterwards."
The uncertianty washed away and within moments they were naked and on the ground. Byron lie on his back, the fox straddled atop his chest with his feet next to the big bruin's shoulders. His tail up and his backside full of the bears muzzle, Paul felt himself relaxing into the physical part of his friendship with Byron easily. The fox knew he was pretty clean back there but sweaty from the long car trip. Byron didn't seem to mind, licking away at the foxes pink anus like he were in the woods with his face in honeycomb. The fox moand gently, scritching the bears broad chest and stomach. Legging his paws creep down closer and closer to Byrons groin. It didnt take long until he was stroking the bears easy-to-find male organ. Holding the tulip-shaped head with one paw while the other fondled the thick shaft. Paul felt his insides churn and his bowles drop from the excitement.
"Im ready hon."
"Let me have it Paulie." The bear opened his mouth wide and spread the foxes asscheeks widw using bothe paws.
Paul grunted, his own hard cock pressed into the warm carpet that was the fur on the bears chest. His need for release melting and mixing with his sense of erotic pleasure like it always did during scat play. He bore down, still having to fight past a touch of nervousness it seemed but he wasnt going to let that get in the way now! The pink button winked once, then again, and finally opened and revealed the head of brown turd sliding ever downwards. Byron lifted his muzzle and inhaled deeply, the spicy dirty smell making his prick even stiffer and his hunger even more desperate. Slowly the dark wet filth oozed out of the foxes asshole. It would have stained his asscheeks brown and yellow if the bear was not holding them so far open. The fox pinched early, unable to keep the pressure up to get the whole thing out. Tight sphincter muscles closing around the bulk of the turd and breaking it. It fell with a wet splat square into Byrons mouth. The bear let it slide lewdly down his tongue and into his throat before swallowing. The fox couldnt believe how exhilirating this was! He bore down again and this time felt like he had more to give. His anus winked and opened again, this time the long dark log sliding out faster. Byron chanced moving his muzzle to give the long gooey turd a lick as it exited his friend. It was spicy and dirty and terrible and the bear loved it! Catching the end with his tongue he slid the meal inot his mouth until his lips pressed tight against the foxes anus. There he sat sucking on the dirty feed as more and more passed from one to the other. The scent and the taste filled the bears world, making him more and more horny. The fox pinched again and the two of them lie still for a moment, recovering their breath.
"Got one more?" asked Byron.
"Youre insatiable, but I sure do. Though in return I want to know why everyone is calling you 'Big D'.
"Its short for 'Big Dump' thats my nickname. You'll find out why soon."
Paul beared down one last time, forcing the last of the stink matter out of his body. Instead of eating it, the bear let the slick clumps fall on his neck and chest, let go of the foxes ass and started to rub the filth on his body. Paul stood back up straight and finished squatting over his friends pecs. The large bearpaws mashing the clumped logs into goo and makind a fantastic mess of his fur. Byron nuzzled his face back up in Pauls stained crevice, getting the foxes swill all over the bears muzzle. Then he made two large yellow paw-stains on Pauls ass, dirtying the foxes fur with his own waste with distinct paw-marks.
The two delicately picked themselves up and went back out to the campgrounds, Byron leading the way to some of his favorite areas to play in. The scent of warm maneure tickled the foxes nose. There had to be a huge pile or piles of it out here to put out that kind of stench. He could not wait to go roll in it.
Byron and Paul left the tent and made their way back across the camp. Paul could mostly just see the same stations and attractions he had before, but noticed a large lodge-type building near the camping area. Before long, the two had made their way back to the large metal trophs. Byron did not bother to put any clothes on but Paul had slipped on a blue spandex thong. It covered the foxes parts just right, yet it was still easy to see the dark stain around his rear where he so recently deficated. There seemed to be more people about, many couples walking paw-in-paw or individuals running awkawardly to the nest station while they could still hold their bodily functions in check. Some wrere clothed in shorts but many wore nothing at all. It really didn't seem to matter to anyone either. Paul noticed the horse and the lion were still there. Whomever was in the single troph was now gone, not even the breathing tube that the horse had urinated in was left.
"Heh, looks like lunchtime is over." Paul said to Byron, catching up and putting his black furred paw in the bears large one. Byron gave him a glance and a grin, then looked up as some passerby called out "Hey Big D!". Byron gave the person a nod and continued over to the two playing in the trophs.
"Hey look whos back!" The lion said, looking up from the horse in the troph. The stallion had his face buried in the felines groin and was swallowing repeatedly. Paulie watched the equines neck muscles pull hard and then relax, only to pull again a moment later. The lion smiled and pulled his hips back, spraying his friends muzzle with salty urine and coating his face. Droplets flew in all directions, clining to the fur on either of them. The horse just sighed and took his showering obediently.
Paul could only look on, the lions large member spewing a slowly dwindling stream all over his partner. The big cats nose twitched and he winked down at the awestruck fox. "Looks like you two have already started, don't you just love that smell?" Paul just stammered back a yes and kept his eyes on the horse, chest deep in the vat of hot urine and floating waste. he was masturbating slowly in the tub, ripples playing back and forth along the mixtures surface.
"Paulie needs a few lessons, like how to eat the day before to give the best he can." Byron patted the foxes rump, and walked around the tub to stand next to the lion. A large bearpaw descended on the felines groin, catching the last dribbles of piss and rubbing it all over the cats sheath and groin. Then the bear sighed a deep lungful of dirty breath into the lions face, the feline growling at the lovely smell of fox dung carried on it. He turned and kissed Byron, the fox watching him stick his tongue into the bears muzzle to lap up all the taste he could.
Paul felt a warm friendly nuzzling at his groin and looked down into the soiled face of the stallion. The wet lips and muzzle teasing and playing with his semi-erect canine tool thrugh his thong. "Im Eightball, want to scent mark me?" Paulie didn't stop the grin that spread over his muzzle and nodded to the dirty equine. Eightball sat back in the tub, his erection sticking out of the muck and mire like a tree in an old lake. The arctic vulpine circled back to the head of the tub, pulling down the front cup of his undies and layed out his dick between the horses eyes and over his muzzle. He had to relax a few moments, knowing if he got too hard it he wouldnt be able to perform.
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, thinking only of the satisfaction of releasing. It didnt dake long and the horse was soon wickering happily as the fox painted his head, chest, shoulders, and mane with his pungent fluids. Paul opened his eyes to see the lion and Byron watching with approval. He did not slow his assault on the equine in the least, glad that the butterflies were gone and he could focus on having fun. The pattering across the equine slowly died away, leaving a trail between his eyes. The soaked equine stuck out his tongue and the fox clenched his inner workings, squirting the last jet into Eightballs mouth. The horse was stroking himself vigiruosly, making waves in the tub that sloshed high up the trophs metal walls.
Paul looked up to see the lion stradling the tub, his feet braced on either side and his forepaws holding onto the lower edge. He squatted and lifted his tail, Eightball let his member go and put his soaking filthy hands on the lions rump, supporting him from behind. The feline was grinning evily over his shoulder, his anus already winking and opening. Eightball just watched and so did Paul but the bear had other plans. The massive fur slid behind his foxy friend and completely removed his underclothes.
"Lean in." The lion said, "Got some perfume for you." The horse put his muzzle up under his friends tailbase and the felines face squinted. A heartebats of silence then the lion ripped a long gassy fart pointblank in Eightballs muzzle. The lion whinneyed and blinked a few times, then licked the big felines anus as it spread and a dark lump appeared.
Paul flet Byron open his legs from behind, and the bears wide cockhead pressing up under his tail. The fox reached back to the bears hips and moaned gently, hiking up his tail and slowly sitting on the bears big member. Byron put his big arms around the fox, letting Paul take him at his own pace, the rigid member throbbing and warm as the fox slowly worked the head past his tight anal ring.
Eightball nickered excitedly, ears flat and glans starting to flare as the lion started to purge. A long thick log wormed out of the lions rump, part of it breaking away and splatting onto the equines chest. Slowly the warm staemy matter rolled down and off, leaving a messy trail in Eightballs wet fur. The lion growled and smiled again, seeming comfortable enough on his perch. Making a mess all over his partner and himself. The next squelchy length of waste came faster, the lion bearing down on his bowels and the horse dipped his head down to catch the slop on his face. When he came up he wore it over his muzzle like a filthy mud slug, brown and yellow staining his fur and forelocks.
Byron was starting to take control slowly as soon as Paul was comfortably adjusted to the huge shaft buried deep inside him. The bear had to only make short movements with his hips, his pink thick cock stretching the fox wider than he had ever dared take in the past. Paul watched the two play in the trouph anxiously, one of his paws cupping his balls while the other worked over his screaming erection. He lifted himself on his toes and dropped back down onto Byrons mansex, shuddering and moaning as the bear repeatedly filled him to his limits. Byron looked as though he was almost surrounding the fox with his large body, each push making the quiet giant grunt and growl lustily.
The horse was well aware of the two behind him but kept focused on his own partner. He pressed his muzzle to the lions tailhole, rimming him between each thick clod of dark matter spilled out. Eventually the crap on his face started to slide off so he took it in his hand and mashed it into paste. Then the equine smeared the gooey pate back on the lion, up and down his dirtry crevice, painting his ass dark with filth. Then he moved his stink-covered hand over the lions balls and erection, smearing it yellow and then brown. Fiberous bits of the smelly shit clung to the lions flesh and fur, some of it splashed into the piss and shit filled tub. The lion bared down hard and gave it one more go, sweat forming on his brow as a wide turd slwoly emerged, spreading his anus wide and little farts squeaked out around the sides He pushed it free and Eightball caught it in his mouth in midair the lion emptying his colon clean at last
Paul about shrieked when he saw the horses muzzle dive and catch the thick clod in his teeth. The bears deep complete lovemaking only driving his sense of pleasure farther and farther. Byron huffed and snorted, the foxes tight insides slick from the bears saliva from earlier now sopping with the generous ammounts of pre that came from the bruins scepter. He bucked quicker into the vulpines depths, holding Pauls shoulders in his vice-like grip. Paul squirmed and could barely hold the rhythm, his own overstimulated cock jumping in his paws. His other paw went from his full nutsack to the knot, holding it tight and driving him over the edge. His insides bore down hard on the bear who had to stop thrusting due to the tightness. Paul yowled happily as he watched Eightball press the huge filthy ball back at the lions ass with his muzzle, smearing it into a thick sloppy mess that soon covered the felines entire backside and groin. Not to mention Eightballs entire face! Both of the males had erections that were hard as stone and covered in sludge. Paul nearly went into orbit when Byron finally blew his load. The hot spurts of bear jism coated his innermost depths. The swollen erupting bearcock in his backside throbing hotly and Byrons large muzzle closed gently but tightly over Pauls shoulder. He wash eld still for several long moments, be bear bucking his groin hard against the foxes backside. The vulpines toes curling with every hot jolt of seed inside him.
Byron released him slolwy as the both recovered, gasping for air and the sweat beading in their fur in the hot sun. Paul opened his eyes slowly, his mind coming to terms with what had just happened between him and the large bear. He wanst expecting to see both Eightball and the lion looking at them with huge grinning muzzles. The feline had hopped off the tub and was standing staring while stroking his erection. His stink still filled the area. Eightball looked positively giddy, covered head to hoof in dark filth and soaked to the bone in somefur elses urine.
"Cool. Thanks for the show guys." Byron had said, sliding his still rather hard member from inside the fox. Paul yeeped and squirmed but the bear was ever gentle. The fox turned and nuzzled his friend, having overreacted. Byron just grinned and hugged the spent and trembling vulpine to his big furry body.
"Glad you two enjoyed it, Im going to go shower this bitch off then try and get him to fill me now that Im all empty." The lion winked at them both, then turned his attention to Byron. "Big-D, dont you DARE leave without dumping on me at least once. I can tell by the look on your friends face that he hasnt had the treatment yet. Well, that and his fur is still mostly white." The two went off towards the open area showers, the equine squelching with each step he took and whispering something to his partner, who laughed and swatted Eightball's wet rump.
Byron stroked Pauls headfur, the fox mrrring and leaning against the solid tower of fur and muscle. "Im gonna take you someplace special. Then if you would like, Id like to show you how I got this nickname." Paul stared for a moment, his heart still racing from what he had just experienced. His sphincter was a little sore regardless of how easy they had taken things but he didnt care.
"O-ok, where is this place you want to show me?" He looked fondly at the big bruin as he stood up and patted his anxious if inexperienced vulpine friend.
"Just follow your nose."
The afternoon stretched on, and evening was approaching quickly. This did little to relieve the campers from the heat. If anything, late afternoon brought with it a humid and heavy feeling. Paul did not even notice it, standing about looking at the other campers come and go. Some were messier than others, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. The white fox did not envy them, in fact he couldnt believe that anyone was as lucky or having as much fun as he was today. Byron looked a bit uncomfortable, perhaps it was the heat or perhaps it was something else. He wore a look on his face of one who was trying not to show discomfort but only managed to keep an air of blank uneasyness. Paul chuckled and put his paw in his friends as they walked.
"Hows it going up there 'Big-D'?" His bruin friend gave him a bit of an amused look and stopped. He touched his
friends face, gently rubbing behind his right ear then letting his fingers slowly circle down the foxes cheek and under his
jaw. Paul stammered and flushed, feeling a little self conscious and even vulnerable.
"Need to take a shit." The bear remarked calmly and evenly. "Think youre ready for something that messy
Paulie?" He smiled a strong gentle smile and changed their direction, heading back towards their campsite. "First
though, I think it needs a little help."
"Help?" the arctic fox followed along, now more bewildered than hesitant. He had no idea just what Byron had planned for him next, but he did remember that of all the fun and furs and dumps they had played in so far, the bear had yet to show his stuff. Paul felt his heart skip excitedly and anticipation welled up inside him until he felt like he would burst. His question would have to go unanswered for the time however. The pair reached the tent and camping gear they had set up before and Byron was already inside and rummaging around for something. Paul peeked in, just putting his head inside the tentflaps to see what was going on. Byron had a large rubber bag, red and somewhat square shaped. There was an opening on one end that the ursine held upwards. He was carefully pouring something thick and gold-colored into the bag from a measuring cup. Paul sniffed the air curiously, detecting a faint sweet smell mixed with something heavy and a slick.
"Its honey mixed with a bit of oil." Byron explained emptying the contents of the cup and setting it down. He picked up a white plastic cap and screwed it tight into the opening on the bag. He attached a long plastic tube to the end of the cap and secured a calmp midway down the tubes length. Checking to make sure it was secure he dumped the bag over and presented his handiwork to his partner-in-filth.
"Aah," Paul remarked, "thats an enema bag isnt it! Has sort of a traditional look to it. The kind you would see in an old black-and-white film. Hot water bottle opens in bed and everyone thinks they got pissed on!" The fox chuckled, imagining how nice it would be to wake up all wet and stinking of someone elses urine. Maybe they could try that sometime, he thought wondering how Byron would react waking up to the stench of his friends musk.
"Hold this bag up, keep the line as vertical as you can." The bear instructed, handing the swollen rubber pouch to the fox and getting down on all fours. Byron presented, and on a whim Paul pressed his muzzle under his friends tail. The bear grunted and the fox snickered, taking two great pawfuls of the bears asscheeks and licking Byrons tightly puckered star.
"Cant just jab the end of that thing into you dry can I?" The fox mused, pushing his tongue hard against the bears muscular rump. The flesh parted and indeed seemed to be in need of moisture. The fox went about his task with great gusto, loving the teasing musk and dirty taste of the inside of Byrons sphincter. He wanted to taste as much of his friend as he could before adding the enema, so he licked deeper and harder, sampling the pure earthy-musky-strong taste of his friends bowels. He kneaded his fingers through the thick brown fur, listening to his friend grunt and moan happily. He pushed further, trying to find a little solid matter with his tongue but sadly it was out of his reach still. Paul enjoyed the taste he was able to get, washing the inner walls of his friends tailhole with his soft pink canine tongue. The fox let out a soft warm sigh, puffing against his partners upturned tailstar.
Licking one last time, pressing the wet mouth organ against the tasty meaty warm flesh, letting a strand of saliva connect them, a glittering silvery arch bridging the gap between them. Paul giggled and sucked on the plastic end of the enema tube, undoing the clasp just a little and sucking the air out of the pipe. As soon as he detected the taste of the honey mix he clipped the claps back into place, and carefully the fox placed the tip of the plastic cone against Byrons ass. The bear arched his rump up higher, eager for the concoction to fill his bowels and aid the long-awaited passing of his tightly-packed dung. Paul pushed the conical plastic into Byron, stood up behind his friend and unhooked the clasp. A moment passed and then another but nothing happened. Paul lifted the bag higher, so that the tube was nearly straight up and down. Only the buried end angled down into the bears formidable backside. The fox gave the bag a tentative squeeze and then he felt something within the tube or the bear give, and the bag flushed its contents down the hole. There was a audible gurgling rushing sound and the bag deflated. Byron growled and sighed happily, keeping still. Paulie guessed that this must have been a particularly large batch- two to three times as much that would be needed for a fur his own size. Paul felt the bag go limp and even the hose seemed to drain itself completely into the large bear. The fox gently pulled out the plastic end, which was being gripped by Byrons sphincter as the ursine had to bear down in order to keep it all contained. The arctic fox cupped the bears balls in his paw, stroking them and growling happily.
"Plug!" demanded Byron. Paul blinked, looking blank and pulling his hand back. "Put th' plug in!" Growled the bear desperately. The fox had only to look again at his buddies asshole, winking and dripping a little of the enema mix. If Byron lost control here they wouldnt be able to clean it up well enough before dark! Paul let out a high pitched 'eep' and looked about franticly. Spotting the little black buttplug he picked it up and jammed it Byrons rump! Panic had caused the fox to lose his gentle touch. The bear jumped with a yowl and a roar, nearly collapsing the tent down on top of them.
An apology later the two were back out in the open. Paul squinted into the sun, its light had turned red as it sank lower and lower into the west. He figured they had about an hour of daylight left. Byron seemed to be taking his time. "I'll take you to that spot I promised to show you now." he had said. The true nature of the camp was starting to sink into the foxes mind now. Everyone here was the same, and they were all like him! He held onto Byrons paw tightly, and could hear the enema doing its work inside his friends guts. Now and then Byrons lower belly would growl and gurgle like an angry thing with a life and will of its own. The oil and honey were working thier way deep into his colon, loosening and pulling his bowels downward. The only thing keeping that precious cargo intact was the plug in the bears butt that Paul had inserted earlier. He didnt notice that they passed someone coming the other way down a path through some bushes, almost hidden compared to the other of the camps active spots. It was an alligator, and had he asked Byron would have told him that this person was the owner and caretaker of the camp. Paul noticed he looked tired but satisfied, smelling of woodsmoke and wearing a pair of heavy workers gloves, and was off in search of some well deserved fun.
Then they were there. Paulie first noticed the smell. It was feces, of course. Earthy and strong, but different. The sent was warm, and very humid. The smell of it stuck to his nose and he could taste a film forming in his throat and mouth as he continued to breathe. Byron pointed up ahead and Paul could hardly believe his eyes. There was a sign, black paint on a piece of wood nailed to a post. It read: "LA BREA SLUDGE PITS". Beyond the sign was a brick path and on either side of the path were two large suanas. Squares had been dug into the ground and carefully lined with small square tiles. They looked like something out of an expensive european bathhouse. The source of the smell came from within these pits. They were kept hot by firepits dug out on either end. Burbling and boiling, like vast theraputic mudbaths, these saunas were filled with molten boiling waste.
"No way." was all Paul could say, three times. He stood in amazement, and for once he was glad that there were no other campers around. These were his and Byrons for now, and the fox felt he would give his right forepaw for a chance to sample their delights. He stepped ahead, wanting to dip his toes in when a heavy paw fell on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
"Hold on. Theres something you've got coming first." Byron had managed to keep his cool demeanor but now it was obvious that it was time for him to live up to his nickname. "Paulie.. wanna see why they call me Big-D?" The white furred fox could only nod mutely.
The bear pushed the fox down onto his back, gently but firmly. Paul lay still, his heart pounding in his chest. Reaching up he stroked Byrons rump, his fingertips slipping around the curved end of the plug, slipping in the mix that had seeped out around the edges. Byron had his eyes closed, his breathing was slow and deep. Paul gave a gentle tug on the plug and it verily shot out of the bears ass! Byron had been using some great willpower to keep it in place for this long and now let it all go. The fox barely had time to feel the rubber joytoy bounce off his stomach before his face was engulfed in a horrible mess. It hit him like a tidal wave, invaiding his nostrils, his ears, and his mouth. The stream continued over his neck and down his middle, the bears ass firing the enema juices like a firehose. Paul nearly choked on the bitter-sweet mixture that flew all around him. He attempted to shield his face with his hands but that merely got them soaked as well. Byron was growling, though Paul could not see his face. The fox could only imagine the feeling of expdeiency passing that much matter must feel like. Some small bits of the bears clumpy solids were mixed with the bombardment, and they pelted Paul like soft hailstones, leaving dark streaks in his fur.
The fox had been thoroughly soaked through his fur when the shower had finally stopped. He looked at his body, matted and sticky. Most of it was yellow and brown instead of white now, Paul felt like a true and proper toiletfox now, and this was only the beginning! He heard Byron grunt again and looked up to see his friends pucker relax and expand. Quickly a long dark shape started to emerge. Paul gasped and a shiver ran through him. The bears dump was almost as big around as the foxes fist! Not really sure if it was a good idea or not, Paul opened his jaws as far as they would go. The long bear-log slid straight onto his tongue and he began to lick. The taste made his eyes water and the smell was so strong his nostrils burned. Nevertheless he kept licking at it, enjoying the sheer putridness of its flavor, its feel, its texture too. Then he began to notice something. The clod broke and fell into his mouth, the fox started chewing right away but the bear did not stop. More logs just as big started to push from Big-Ds anus. Paul reached up and took a pawful, holding the waste but barely able to get his fingers around it without mashing it. He was still chewing the first load in his mouth when he took a second pawful. The bear grunted and pushed harder, Paul swallowed hard and gasped for air, his breath just as storng now as the crap that was filling his belly. The fox dropped the clods from his paws onto his chest and had to take the next one with both hands! He didnt bother to chew now, the huge dumping bear seemed to struggle but kept his composure, grunting and forcing his insides to push the massive fox dinner out of his sphincter. Paul felt the horrible mass slide straight down his throat, swallowing repeatedly he used his hands to guide the dirty slop into his stomach. The arctic fox turned toilet took hold of the dung staining his chest. Mashing it in his paws, he stained his fur brown and turned the bears shit into paste between his fingers. The log sliding into his throad and down to his stomach tasted meaty even now, as though the bear had spent the previous night eating steaks. It slithered down to his stomach like a snake, until finally with an exhaustive sigh the bear dropped the last of it onto the foxes face. Paul bit it off and gagged down what reamined in his mouth. He took the last of the bears epic laod and mashed it all in his face, painting his fur brown.
Paul groaned, the bulge in his stomach was obvious and it felt as though things may not reamin there long. He did not care however, instead he decided to take care of the raging erections both he and his friend had. He slid his shit-covered palms over the erect pink meat and started to stroke back and forth. Already dribbling and throbbing, he lay there turning his cock brown with the bears leftovers. Byron was in need too, having finished his first contribution to the camp, he sat and pulled Pauls head into his lap. The fox could feel the heat of the bears cock next to his head. Reaching up with his dark and messy paws he coated Byrons thick member with his own excrement then went back to his own needs. Byron snickered, and was still breathing heavily from the strain he had put his guts through. Paul turned his head and took the shit-covered bear dick into his mouth. He started to suck off his friend, slowly bobbing his head back and forth. His lips pursed tightly, slipping back and forth across the dirty pole, turning the brown smears into a wet syrup mixed with his own spit. They climaxed almost simultaneously, the fox getting his coat even messier with his own cum while the bear found he was once again emptying his desires down the eager foxes mouth.
They played in the bears filth as the sun sontinued to slowly sink into the horizon. The both of them stained, smelly, and completely happy. Finally they btoh calmed and relaxed together, and then it seemed that by chance or conversation had led them to the same thought, they remembered the pits they had come to see in the first place. Byron went down in his first. Tipping in sideways, splashing into the muck all at once like a whale that had come up to blow falling back into the ocean.
Paul turned his attention to the other pit, still hot and bubbling. Spewing up its foul smelling gasses, noisy like flatulence. He put his footpaws in first, the sludge surrounded him and got into his fur as though it were hot mud. Paul could feel arousal grow inside him again but he didnt bother with it now, maybe later he thought. His other foot went in and he sat on its edge, letting the slop consume him up to his knees. The heat made him shiver and his tail twitch anxiously. Easing himself further, he stopped for a moment wondring if it was shallow enough for him to stand in, then realised he didnt care. Byron was around and would help him if he needed it. The fox found his thoughts completely consumed with the bear since they had arrived; strong, cool, and dependable he seemed to be. In up to his waist now... the molten and mixed waste of what could have been a hundred different furs surrounded his middle. The sloppy hot goo creeping under his tail and across his groin, steamy hot like skinny dipping in a hot tub. He went in further, leaning back against the wall of the pit and lowering himself with his hands. The wet crud tickled his navel, then came up comfortingly around his full, uneasy stomach. Paul gasped as it embraced his nipples and the hot mess warmed his back, relaxing his muscles and coaxing him to surrender to its power. His neck was next and he let to of the edge, letting the pool of gooey hot shit take hold of him and suck him down. He sighed, lowering his arms into the comforting messy ooze, the heat relaxing his muscles and soothing his tired mind. The fox thought back on all the fun and activity he had been put through today, realising that it had been more of a physical workout than he was used to. His shoulders disappeared and he laughed softly to himself, smelling up close the steamy broiling slop heated by the fires on either side of the pit. He let himself slide further, the back of his head dragging down against the solid stone tiles of the wall. His chin, his muzzle. Eyes closed, feeling the warmth seeping across his eyelids and now in his ears. Enveloped by heat all around, keeping his nose up and the tip of his mouth.
"Perfect..." he whispered to the oncoming night. Then slipped below the surface and disappeared from view.
End.