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Rockin' with Cherry

An AC Pocket Camp Smut Fic

by WastedTimeEE

“The next morning...she wakes up to find her boyfriend is still not there..."

Moe's voice dripped with as much of a serious tone as the feline was capable of. His yellow eyes shimmering in the warm glow of the campfire as the rest of the motley crew of animals listened intently. A few of them were practically leaning on the edge of the stump seating that surrounded the flame as the tension in the atmosphere seemingly reached its apex. Although whether that tension had anything to do with actually being 'scared' by Moe's story so far was questionable at best, as a cursory glance at the mammals surrounding the fire made it apparent that a majority of them found his story more amusing than terrifying. A few wry smiles marking the muzzles of some could be made out in the warm lighting if one were to really look. The question was whether Moe himself noticed.

“She gets out to check and..." The blue & cream cat continued, his gaze sharpening for a moment as he scanned the surrounding campers, eagerly preparing to deliver the big ending to his tale while seemingly still ignorant of the growing number of stray snickers amidst the group.

“....Man door hand hook car door."

The camp was silent for a moment as the tom finished his harrowing tale. He scanned his fellow campers for a reaction, flashing them a wide, expectant grin that bordered on Cheshire.

At first there were only a few stifled laughs from the group as they struggled to maintain their composure. However, despite their best efforts, it didn't take long for the dam to break and the campers soon erupted into uproarious laughter. Moe looked somewhat confused despite his dopey grin. Clearly, this wasn't the reaction he had been expecting, despite his previously gleeful smile.

“That's your scary story!?" Roscoe, a large, black stallion seated next to him snorted, trying to hold back his own laughter as he glanced down toward the diminutive tomcat.

“Yeah." Moe replied innocently, staring back at the horse with wide eyes. “Why?" The cat titled his head curiously.

Roscoe rolled his ruby red irises, the large stallion crossing his hooves and shaking his head dismissively. Were it not for the glow of the campfire giving his general outline a soft amber glow, his deep noir pelt, and matching jet black attire would have rendered him almost invisible to the naked eye.

“Because it wasn't scary at all!" Roscoe continued with a snorting laugh. “Are you sure you told it right?"

Moe offered the large horse a somewhat indifferent shrug.

“Pretty sure..." The feline admitted, holding his cellphone up in the direction of the stallion. “I kept checking my phone to make sure I had it memorized."

Turning his attention to another figure across the fire, Moe gestured a paw in its direction.

“Did you think it was scary, Goldie?" Moe asked.

“W-Well..." Goldie stammered slightly, the blonde retriever pausing in the midst of sliding a roasted marshmallow between two graham crackers. She averted her gaze, blushing bashfully, the sandy canine rubbing the back of her neck with an uneasy paw. “N-No, not really." Goldie brought her free paw to her lips, nibbling on her claws nervously for a moment. “I-I'm sorry Moe!"

“If Goldie didn't think it was scary, then you're in serious trouble, what what." Cherry chimed in, the red and black dog in the process of pulling herself back onto her stump seat as she struggled to chase away the lingering giggles that still beset her.

“I mean, bloody hell, a fish can make her jump if it makes too big a splash!" She laughed as she swatted the dirt from her jeans.

That earned a slight huff from Goldie once she'd finished building her s'more.

“I-It was a shark! Of course, I was scared!" Goldie admitted, the panicked sweat practically visible in the campfire light as she struggled to defend herself.

Cherry seemed to brush off Goldie's defense, jerking her head slightly in an effort to draw her draping black coif of hair away from her eyes with the least amount of effort possible.

“A whale shark. The most harmless shark in existence, probably!" Cherry replied. “I mean, granted they are a little big but-"

“SO BIG!" Goldie exclaimed, blushing harshly in the firelight after she cut Cherry off. “It could have crushed me! Woof!"

Roscoe chuckled. “I'm surprised you actually had the strength to pull it up yourself."

Cherry rolled her eyes, once again cocking her head slightly and swishing her hair aside as she turned her attention to Moe.

“The bad grammar probably should have tipped off that the story probably wasn't meant to be scary, what what?" The rouge princess chuckled. “Seriously, how could you read that and think it was legit?"

Finishing up making a s'more of his own, albeit with two or so more marshmallows than Goldie, the foolish feline chomped down into the gooey mess of cookie. As he pulled his lips away, it left a sticky marshmallow bridge that kept his mouth connected to the glob at the center of the toasted treat.

“Iffm wasth onff a spoofky storffies-" Moe paused momentarily, batting the strand of marshmallow free of his muzzle before continuing. “Websivves! Howwnest!"

The gullible tabby swallowed hard, evidently trying to speed through the chewing to finish his thought.

“One of those, spaghetti story things," Moe added between coughing up errant cookie crumbs.

“You mean 'creepypastas', right?" Now Seth was chiming in. The only human amid the small group of animal campers. He rolled his deep green eyes, slapping a hand to his head in disbelief. “You do know those places usually have some gag stories on them, right?" He added with an amused smirk.

“Not to mention, I don't think a lot of those rubbish sites have any sort of 'quality control', what what!" Cherry added with a laugh.

“Well, I thought it was a pretty good story anyway..." Moe replied with a gullible smile. “It made everyone laugh, didn't it?" He nodded to himself appreciatively. “I'd call that a win."

Moe's reply set off another round of laughter from the rest of the camp, Roscoe and Cherry finding themselves practically doubled over with tears in their eyes. The naive Moe offered up a cheesy smile before joining in on the laughing fit.

It was moments like these Seth knew he would miss the most. The nights spent gathered around the fire with his now close friends, sharing s'mores and entertaining stories. After all, he had spent most of his summer bonding with the rest of his fellow campers. Fishing, bug catching, taking in open air concerts and summer celebrations; with all these experiences under their collective belt, the group had grown to be a bit like family to Seth. Which made the current moment feel all the more bittersweet knowing that soon there would be no more lazy summer memories to make...

Tomorrow was the fall equinox, and with it came the closure of the campsite for the rest of the season. Soon enough the friends that Seth had grown so close to over the past few months would be heading their separate ways; some would return home after a long summer away, while others would simply hit the road again, bound for warmer pastures before the growing chill of fall gripped the entirety of the campground.

But for Seth, this campsite was his home now. Such was the burden of the official 'Campsite Manager' of the Dunwich Campground. Even with the campsite closing down for the season, it was on him to continue maintaining the area throughout the winter, on top of getting a jump on preparing for the “grand re-opening" come the first spring thaw. He had been given a cabin for his trouble at the very least, so those cold winter months wouldn't be spent burning an entire tank of fuel to keep the heat running in his RV every night. For the time being, however, Seth had yet to really settle into the old cabin, electing to continue living out of his motor home until the campsite had officially closed. It wasn't that the large cabin wasn't inviting, in fact, the place already looked considerably more comfortable than his RV without even having had his furniture moved in. It was more so that much of the 'perks' of his position still felt rather unearned, as though he was being given a reward meant for someone else; someone who was actually experienced in running a campsite and not just flying by the seat of their pants, which Seth had spent most of his Summer doing.

He had only been after a vacation after all. To spend the summer 'figuring his life out' while coasting across the mainland in his parent's' old RV and stopping at whatever places managed to pique his interest. Whether that meant a crummy tourist trap featuring the world's biggest rubber band ball, or a particularly scenic looking riverside camping stop, it didn't matter. To Seth, it was all about the experience. Well that, and the freedom that had come with the open road; that burning wanderlust had managed to draw the scraggly drifter halfway across the country before stumbling across the hidden gem that was the “Dunwich Campgrounds". Nestled within a nature reserve within the Makataw Mountain Range, the place seemed like it had everything a real nature lover could want: forests, rivers, lakes, streams; Hell, even a strip of coastal access at the southern end of the reserve for those looking to spend a few lazy days sunbathing on a saltwater beach. From all outward appearances, the campground looked like a paradise and its siren song proved impossible for Seth to ignore. Unfortunately, all that unbridled enthusiasm would be dashed the moment Seth pulled up to the barren plot of uncultivated land, denoted with little more than a sign informing visitors that it was in fact the campsite yet it was still 'under construction.

While there was a lot Seth was willing to put up with in terms of roughing it, going without access to a public toilet was the line the human was unwilling to cross. And so, disappointed, Seth turned to board his RV once more, hoping to find a more accommodating campsite. But before he could actually enter his vehicle, a somewhat panic-stricken voice stopped him in his tracks. Seth turned to find a yellow Shih-tzu stumbling off a white and green patterned moped as she desperately tried to flag him down. She took a moment to catch her breath, plus neatly straighten her deep blue skirt and green plaid cardigan before she began to profusely apologize for keeping him waiting. It was admittedly confusing to Seth, but it only grew that much more befuddling when the friendly canine went on to claim that Seth had been the 'Campsite Manager' she had been waiting for.

Despite his best attempts to explain himself to Isabelle, the overly enthusiastic, albeit admittedly cute director of the site, her excitement made it impossible to get a word in edgewise. And when the opening finally came to shut the canine down, he had already been so browbeaten by her passion for what he could presumably bring to the campsite, that he couldn't bring himself to turn her down. He just couldn't say no to that hopeful face. And so, Seth found himself thrust into the world of building a campsite from the ground up with no ideas on where to start and exactly zero experience. For the first few days, Seth did very little, simply waiting for the other shoe to drop; for the facade to be revealed and for him to be ousted from the campsite for impersonating whoever they had actually been expecting. That person never came, however, or if they had, they had simply pretended to be a simple camper and moved on. It was a relief to some degree, knowing that he more than likely wouldn't be getting charged with identity fraud any time soon. Though with that said, without the actual campsite manager to take over, it meant that Seth was actually going to have to roll up his sleeves and learn to do the job.

It had taken a while for him to get some degree of a handle on running the place. Figuring out what to zone and build aside from the all-important 'public toilets', in addition to what would actually attract campers aside from the already pristine wilderness that surrounded them. And while he had made great strides terraforming the once empty lot into what it is today, he would have been lying if he had said he had done it alone.

Seth smiled as he looked over the assembled ragtag(?) crew of mammals still giggling at Moe's remark. By now, many campers had come and gone; staying for a few days at most before picking up and moving on. But the current group, his camp-side family, had been a near-constant since they had first arrived. They had ended up shaping the site almost as much as he had, making suggestions for events and features the sole human wouldn't have considered without their input.

There was Roscoe, the black stallion clad in his biker jacket who was the first to put up stakes at the site. This intimidating and ornery old nag reminded Seth a great deal of his own father (had he been a horse). Granted, despite the hardened-looking exterior, the horse had proven to be a total softie, at least when Seth had to deal with him. Not only did the colt have a number of valuable suggestions for the campground, the bulk of which revolving around fishing and contests related to the sport, but he also proved a valuable fount in terms of life advice.

Goldie had come a short time after Roscoe, a soft, gentle golden retriever with amber eyes and a quiet voice. While not the type to ramble like Isabelle had been, she was definitely as cute, if not more so. Goldie was a constant reminder, albeit a quiet one, of the importance of balancing the natural aspects of the campsite with his own proposed improvements, making sure to keep the natural beauty from being overshadowed by overbearing amounts of commodities. The retriever herself had said it best when she once told Seth that, 'people went camping to get away from it all, not bring it all with them.'

Moe was an oddball, the seemingly dopey cat with the swirled blue and cream fur who was a never-ending source of very strange yet effective ideas, much of them revolving around food and harvest-related festivals. Although, he had also suggested a recurring open mic event, something which he proved to excel at with his continued 'attempts' at stand-up comedy. Moe seemed to be a savant when it came to being unintentionally funny. While his actual jokes tended to fall flat, the way he played them off always had Seth wondering if it had been part of the plan the entire time. Even now, his attempt to tell a terrible story in a serious manner had the rest of the group in stitches, and once again forced Seth to wonder about the feline's true intentions. Was he just an affable goof, or was there a mischievous genius hiding under the facade?

And then, there was Cherry. The red and black-furred dog sitting on the stump next to Seth's own. Out of everyone seated around the campfire, Cherry was the one Seth knew he would miss most of all. Last to arrive, and with an entrance as bombastic as her personality, the punk rock enthusiast thundered up to the campsite on a motorcycle, sporting a color scheme that matched its owner's own coat. Cherry brought wild and exciting ideas to the campsite: big open-air concerts, and fireworks shows so big they border-lined on irresponsible (not to mention possibly illegal). But it was hard to say no to that cocky smirk of hers; that confident smile that made Seth's heart start to race just a little bit when she got too close to him.

Even now, Seth could feel his cheeks starting to flush as he side-eyed the maroon & dusky black canine snickering beside him. To the smitten camp manager, Cherry was a knockout. Sporting a punk fur cut, with one swath of long hair that tended to drape over her ocean blue eyes, and several piercings on her ears and lip that often had Seth wondering just how many more she might have had hidden under her tight, black and white sleeveless spider web tee-shirt. Not to mention beneath her slim low riding black jeans that tightly hugged up to her hips and struggled to contain her rather ample backside. He could feel his blush deepening as his eyes drifted back up to her average-sized bust, his green irises momentarily focusing on her cleavage before needing to force his attention towards anything else. He wasn't entirely sure, but it looked like Cherry had chosen to go braless tonight, the thought of which had started to force the blood in his cheeks to...other, harder to conceal places.

This wasn't the first time he had found his gaze lingering on Cherry and her 'assets'. Far from it. A part of him was surprised she hadn't caught that yet; though of course, that feeling was buried under the paralyzing fear that she had in fact caught him a few times, and either hadn't said anything or had chosen to silently tease him further by making sure the peeping-tom got a bit of any extra show for his trouble. An extra sway of her wide hips, or pressing her bust together with her upper-arms in a performance that had to be incidental. It was a daily habit for Seth to indulge in his own horny fantasies about her turning what he saw into what he wanted to see. And that was one of the things which fed into his biggest fear.

His attraction to Cherry was far more than superficial. Over the past few months of summer, they had grown to be best friends: forging a bond tighter than Seth had with any of the other campers. Between their shared love of music and adventures out on the open road, the pair had spent many a late night arguing about the merits of various bands and sharing their own roadside experiences, as well as desires for future adventures yet to be had. Cherry had also brought a great deal of new experiences into his life, ones he would have never even thought to try without the punky canine encouraging him. Although his absolute favorite activity was simply hanging with Cherry in his RV, the two best friends relaxing in bean bag chairs and listening to vinyl records into the late warm, summer evenings. It was a low-energy affair compared to a lot of what Cherry brought to the table, but thankfully the punk dog valued some good old-fashioned lazy downtime almost as much as she loved her live concerts.

In a lot of ways, Seth could easily see her as a big sister. And it was for reasons like that, Seth's rising romantic feelings for the canine were a terrifying prospect. The burning desire to be with her, to put himself out there, constantly crippled by doubt and second guesses that kept him from ever pursuing it. After all, what if Cherry didn't share his feelings? What if she only saw him as a friend? Admitting he had deeper feelings for her could easily unravel the friendship they had spent all summer forging. And yet, he was also now facing the equally tenacious and gnawing terror that was the realization that after tomorrow, he might never see Cherry again. If that was the case, would it really hurt to go for broke and tell her? The conflicting emotions, desires, all served to cripple Seth with indecisiveness, and all the while the window of opportunity was rapidly closing by the second.

“Myaaaawwnn..." Moe yawned loudly after the last of his laughter tapered off, the feline waving a paw by his mouth briefly, hunching slightly forward. “I'm getting pretty tired..."

“Well, it is getting pretty late..." Goldie replied, checking her cell phone for a moment before slipping it back into her pocket. “It's already ten at night..."

“Ten?! Nay!" Roscoe let out a gravelly chuckle, shaking his head dismissively. “I have to be up at six if I want to hit the highway before rush hour." The horse lamented.

“Y-You really gotta leave that early?" Seth interjected, trying to bury the urge to frown. “I don't even get up till eight on most days..."

“Early bird catches the worm kid." Roscoe replied. Rising to his feet. The horse shuddered slightly, zipping his jacket up a bit higher than it already was. “ Brrr...That chill is already starting to make these old bones ache."

“Pft...what a wingey old Nag." Cherry uttered with a smirk. “Witherin' at the slightest nip in the air."

Roscoe darted his eyes in Cherry's direction. “Get back to me in twenty years and we'll see how well you handle the cold." The horse snickered. “Seriously, I'm hoppin' on that old bike of mine tomorrow and I'm not stopping till I hit the equator."

“I love the fall," Goldie admitted, her tail wagging softly as she stood from her stump, taking a moment to straighten out the hem off her tweed dress before continuing. “The crisp chill in the air, the smell of the leaves..."

“And all the pumpkin-flavored foods..." Moe cooed happily, practically drooling as he spoke.

Goldie chuckled softly. “It's a shame I can't spend it here." The retriever frowned softly. “I have to be back in time for fall semester, and I can't afford to be late or someone will scoop my campus job right out from under me."

“Yeah, yeah..." Seth replied sullenly. “You'll be able to say goodbye tomorrow at least, right?"

Goldie smiled broadly at Seth. “Of course!" She admitted cheerily. “And we'll always have Muzzlebook until next year."

“Ew, social media..." Cherry lamented, sticking her tongue out at the idea. “I don't like the 'social' or 'media' parts of all that rubbish, what what!"

Goldie rolled her eyes and huffed. “It can be fun sometimes." The canine giggled. “I thought you liked fun, Cherry?"

Cherry responded with an intense stare. “Being part of a mosh pit is fun." The punk dog admitted. “Firing a crossbow is fun." She continued. “Micromanaging fake online friends while some dodgy website sells your personal information is the antithesis of fun. It's where fun goes to die."

Goldie snickered softly, stretching for a moment before letting out a yawn of her own. “Wo-oooof! I'm beat..." Goldie braced her upper arms with her paws. “If you all don't mind, I'm going to see myself to my RV."

“Goodnight Goldie." Seth replied.

Goldie smiled. “Goodnight everyone."

The remaining group of campers bid goodnight to the golden retriever as she began to make her way toward the brown and yellow RV parked in the distance. She had only walked a few feet before Moe rose to his feet, kicking his marshmallow spit into the wilting fire lamely as he let out another yawn.

“I should go to sleep too..." The knackered cat said as he stretched his arms above his head. “The faster I get to bed, the faster it'll be breakfast time..." The cat added with a goofy smirk, eliciting a few more chuckles from the group.

Roscoe shook his head in exasperation before turning his attention to Seth.

“You turnin' in for the night too, camp manager?" The horse asked with a slightly sarcastic lilt in his voice. Aside from Cherry, Roscoe had been the only camper he had entrusted with exactly how he had gotten the job, and the old nag never passed up an opportunity to tease him over it. Seth let out a scoff.

“Nah...not yet." Replied the so-called manager, gesturing to the fire and bits of supplies still strewn about the area. “Someone's gotta clean this mess up, and who is more qualified to do that than the campsite manager?" Seth added with a sarcastic tone of his own, earning a chortle from the black bronco.

“Besides..." Seth continued, staring up at the sky for a moment, admiring the black tapestry of stars twinkling above. Even now, there was nothing that could compare to the unspoiled beauty of a natural night sky, free of the air and light pollution that choked the skies above the cities and suburbs.

Seth let out a contented sigh. “...I'm not quite ready for the night to end, y'know?" Seth added. “I want to savor the last little bit of Summer..."

Roscoe smirked, giving Seth a knowing nod.

“What about you Cherry?" Moe said, letting out another long, drawn-out 'Myawn' as he swabbed at his eyes blearily. “Plannin' on pullin' another all-nighter too?"

Cherry flashed the cobalt tomcat a bemused smirk, closing her eyes as she shook her head in dismissal. The punk rock canine crossed one leg over the other as she leaned back slightly on the stump she was seated on.

“Someone should probably stick around and help Seth clean up, what what?" Cherry said, shrugging slightly as she flashed the human a wry, hard-to-read smile that made his heart flutter. The coral-colored pooch glanced upward for a moment, mimicking Seth's previous stargazing. “Besides, I'm with him on tryin' to squeeze every last drop of Summer out of tonight."

Roscoe chuckled, slipping his hooves into his jacket pockets before kicking his own marshmallow spit into the campfire.

“Well, I guess I'll leave you to it then." The horse replied with a smirk barely visible in the glow of the campfire. With a nod, the stallion turned on his heels, following in the direction Goldie had previously headed off toward, quickly blending into the sheet of darkness.

“I'll be in my tent." Roscoe said, waving a hoof back at the group before sliding it back into his coat. “Don't wake me unless there's a monster attacking the camp..." He continued. “...unless you want me to be the one attacking camp." The mustang said with a dull laugh.

Moe turned to follow after the stallion, taking a few steps in his direction before glancing back over his shoulder at the pair. The feline offered them both his trademark cheesy grin.

“Try not to make too much noise, kay?" The cat snickered, a strange lilt of mischief in his tone that made Seth quirk an eyebrow. “I'm a light sleeper..."

“Piss off, you are not!" Cherry retorted with a laughing snort. “Light sleepers tend to wake up before you put their air mattress on the lake with them on it, what what!"

“Hey, that was one time!" The guileless cat raised his paws defensively. “And the only reason I didn't wake up is because I'm used to the white noise from my wave machine!" He argued. “It's practically the same thing!"

Cherry scoffed, dismissing the foolish feline with a playful paw.

“Goodnight Moe, you daft git_._" Cherry replied teasingly.

“Goodnight guys..." Moe replied before disappearing into the dark as he began to make his way toward his own RV, leaving Seth and Cherry alone by the dwindling campfire. For a few moments, there was little noise other than the sound of the crackling fire, only for it to be briefly broken by the clack of Moe's trailer door in the distance before receding once again to the ambiance of the campfire.

They were well and truly alone now. Seth and his punk rock princess, who owned his heart without even knowing. He could feel his cheeks flushing again as he continued to fix his gaze on the flame, the lingering silence allowing his mind to flood with those same conflicting thoughts and emotions. He tried to suppress them, favoring the doubtful arguments in an effort to cool off his hormones enough & properly function.

This was Cherry after all. While he had been harboring these feelings for some time, he had always managed to keep them from making things awkward; from getting in the way of their casual conversation. But now, he could barely think of anything to say to break the increasingly uncomfortable silence. Why now, more than ever did his furtive feelings manage to choke out all of the usual distractions? Was it all because of the uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring? Of whether or not he would see her again?

“Oi..." Cherry spoke, breaking the silence and causing Seth to freeze up slightly. “You okay there Seth? Yer lookin' kinda red." She continued. “I mean, that's normal for me, what what? But for you? I don't think it's healthy." The fruitful colored canine let out a giggle.

Seth ran a hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat from his brow as he was suddenly drawn back from the inner cacophony of voices in his head.

Seth stood up, albeit a little too quickly. The sudden head rush caused him to briefly sway on his feet, though he quickly readjusted himself into a more casual stance.

“Ye-yeah..." The timid human muttered. “I guess I was leaning a little too close to the fire is all..." An almost passable chuckle choked out.

Trying to fix his attention on the task at hand, Seth began to gather some of the empty bags of marshmallows from around his seat. Clutching the bags to his chest, The empty seats across from him caught his eye, resulting in his thoughts drifting back to what tomorrow would bring. He let out a disenchanted sigh, trying to keep his heart from shattering.

“Summer's really over...isn't it?" Seth asked, finally building up enough of a resolve to look back at his crush. Cherry was still seated, legs now uncrossed as she picked up an empty box of graham crackers and tossed it onto the campfire.

“Yeah, shite innit..?." Cherry replied, offering Seth a weak shrug. “But all parties end eventually don't they?"

Seth offered a half-hearted shrug of his own, picking up another empty box near where Goldie had been sitting before sending it off to join the other Cherry had tossed into the flames.

“I guess so." He replied, weakly.

The silence returned, save for the crackling of the fire as Cherry got up to better assist in cleaning the campsite. The punk dog picked up a few chocolate bar wrappers, bundling them together before walking them over to a trash bin set a few feet away from the pit. All the while the awkwardness felt as though it were back in full force, Seth trying to keep his attention on the trash in his hands rather than his gnawing desires.

“So what's next for you, Fella?" Cherry spoke, breaking the deafening silence and drawing his attention back to the maroon red and black canine. “You can't tell me you're actually gonna stay here all winter, right?"

Seth shook his head softly, letting out a somewhat dull sigh as he walked his own clump of non-burnable trash to the bin.

“I can't leave them high and dry, I guess?" The beatnik-looking bum admitted, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I mean, I hadn't even planned to be running this place in general but here I am..."

“A lot of loyalty for someone who's not even the actual campsite manager, what what?" Cherry replied with a snicker.

Picking up one of the remaining boxes, Seth placed it up near his ear and gave it a gentle shake. There was a soft scratching from inside the container, enough to tell him that there were still a few crackers left inside.

“Hey, if he ever decides to actually show up, I think the people in charge would be way more interested in where he's been all this time than why I decided to take the job in his place." Seth craned his neck. “At the very least, questioning him would be enough of a distraction for me to slip away before they could get to me." He added with a laugh.

Cherry giggled in response. “Not a bad plan, mate."

Pointing the box in her direction, Seth raised an eyebrow.

“Any marshmallows or chocolate left?" He asked.

Cherry shrugged indifferently. “Probably."

As the canine took to scouring the grounds for unopened chocolate, Seth took a seat once again. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees as he placed the nearly empty box of graham crackers to his side.

“Why? You hungry for 's'more action'?" The canine quipped with a self-congratulating snigger.

Turning to glance in Cherry's direction, Seth couldn't have picked a worse (or perhaps better) time to look toward her if he were trying. His face immediately flushed red once his eyes fell on Cherry's shapely ass, pointed up and out as she bent over one of the stumps to search the refuse for scraps. Her heart-shaped rump swayed slightly while she rooted through the junk, perfectly outlined by the glow of the campfire as her tight black jeans struggled to keep it all in. Seth wanted desperately to avert his gaze, to turn away from the alluring sight, but what little will and resolve he could muster saw itself evaporate in an instant when the maroon hound deepened her lunge over the seat. Cherry let out the occasional soft groan as she continued to dig through the leftover s'mores supplies, each minute stretch causing the already low waist of her tight black jeans to slip just a little bit lower. The top of her sizable ass spilling more and more over her waistline with each stretch.

It took every fiber of Seth's being to finally tear himself away from the display, the fear of getting caught should Cherry suddenly decide to turn around finally managing to override his desire to stare at captivating sight for as long as it might last. But eventually, regrettably, he managed to force his gaze away, forcing his hand by his face in an effort to shield himself from the derriere that was demanding his attention. Seth began to frantically wrack his brain for a distracting subject, yet the sudden rerouting of blood to his now twitching length had left his brain in an erotic haze. The beast had begun to stir, and it was hungry for something other than s'mores.

“S-So, what about you?" Seth tried his best not to stammer, utterly failing as he tried to keep the conversation going. “Just gonna keep driving cross-country until you hit the ocean like you keep saying?"

“Aw Ace!" With another grunt, Cherry was back on her feet again, cradling what looked like a scrap of foil and a mostly empty plastic bag close to her chest. She opened her mouth momentarily, seemingly about to say something before she quickly gripped her upper arms with her paws, giving them a brisk rub. Her tight grip around her chest not only pressed the stray food she had managed to find against her bosom, but squeezed both mounds together in the process, deepening the crease of her bust-line. Once again Seth's eyes found themselves glued to the scene, especially as Cherry leaned down slightly to rub her upper thighs.

“She definitely isn't wearing a bra, no way in Hell." Seth thought to himself, forcing a hard swallow in order to keep himself from drooling.

“Maybe Roscoe was right, it is getting a bit nippy out here." She added with a chuckle. “Should probably grab my hoodie er' somethin', what what?"

Her eyes found his only for a moment, and as soon as they did Seth's eyes shifted as far away from her gaze as they could, searching desperately for a distraction.

“Y-Yeah, it is nipply- NIPPY! I mean- Nippy, yes!... So uh...yeah, Ocean t-trip?" Seth stuttered and stumbled like a dyslexic, circling his efforts back to the question he had already asked.

“Oh yeah?" Cherry said with a small laugh. “From one pond to the other, and back again, that was the plan." She replied with that confident, alluring grin of hers. “At least until I'm completely knackered of the whole thing." The canine rolled her head on her shoulders.

“How many graham crackers you got in that box?" She added, tilting her head curiously.

Glancing into the box, Seth reached in, fumbling around for a few moments before withdrawing two sheets of cookies.

“There were probably about seven or eight in there originally, but you know how graham crackers are." He shrugged, before holding up the two undamaged wafers. “This is enough for at least two."

“Nice." The canine replied with a smile, holding out the snacks she had previously been cradling. “I got one chocolate bar and two marshmallows. That's enough for one each, what what?"

With a smirk of his own, Seth began breaking the cookies at their perforated lines.

“Sounds fair to me. Wanna set up the sticks?"

With a nod, Cherry handed off the other graham cracker supplies, saving one marshmallow for herself as she fished her and Seth's sticks off the ground. Giving them a few shakes to get the stray dirt off of them, the dog took a seat on the stump next to Seth. Passing a stick to him. Seth began the process of lancing his marshmallow. Glancing back in Cherry's direction, Seth offered her a smirk.

“Y'know...I gotta be honest, I sometimes don't know why you chose to stick around for as long as you did." Seth admitted, with a chuckle.

Cherry threw him a skeptical glance. “Why's that?"

Seth scratched the back of his head awkwardly for a moment before leaning his marshmallow close to the fire; his eyes watching the sugary treat start to brown and bubble against the heat of the flame.

“I mean, I kinda work here, but you?" Seth shook his head. “The way you made the whole road trip sound, I figured you would have been gone after a week."

Cherry snickered, shaking her head dismissively as she stabbed her marshmallow onto her roasting spit.

“You can't tell me you just stuck around because of my sparkling wit and charming personality." Seth added with a cheesy smirk.

He watched a small, sly smile cross Cherry's cherry red lips, her ocean blue eyes shifting away from his as she spoke.

“Y'know..." Cherry replied, her voice smaller and quieter than Seth was used to hearing from the rather bombastic canine. “...it just might have been." She giggled.

Seth felt his heart skip a beat, nearly forcing the human's free hand to his chest. His attention abruptly turned back to his marshmallow, the sugary confection just starting to ignite. That tone, the implication, was Cherry teasing him? Was she joking or...

“Ah bollocks!" Cherry suddenly hissed, drawing Seth's marshmallow deeply into the flame. The punk dog had tried to wrangle it out of the fire as best she could, but by the time she had figured out a way to angle the spit so that the tip was out of the flames, the now blackened marshmallow had slid off into the campfire, turning into little more than a sizzling glob of black goo before ultimately evaporating.

With an upset frown, followed by an annoyed huff, Cherry threw her split stick into the fire, looking up at the sky for a moment before hunching back into her shoulders.

Seth winced at Cherry's misfortune as he retrieved his own marshmallow from the campfire edge. The glucose morsel was perfectly browned, with the barest hint of char even visible on its surface.

“Well, there's still the chocolate and cracker left." Seth mused.

“Man, that's just like eating some...weird biscuit." Cherry replied. “The chocolate can't even melt without the hot marshmallow! It'll just be a cold, crusty brick of disappointment!"

Seth offered an indifferent shrug. “Well that's the only option you got, Cher." The man chuckled. “There aren't any more marshmallows."

As Seth slipped the sizzling hot marshmallow into his cookie, he felt a paw grip his arm. His forest green eyes followed it, leading to a pair of wide blue puppy dog ones staring back at him sadly. Once again, he felt his heart fluttering, swallowing hard as he tried to keep his cool.

“Hey, we're best mates right?" Cherry asked in a pleading tone.

Seth rolled his eyes. “Oh no, you aren't pulling this on me this time." He chuckled knowingly.

Cherry shook his arm eagerly.

“C'mon! Have some sympathy for the s'moreless, What what!" Cherry barked.

Seth let out an undefined mixture of a laugh and a scoff. “You're kidding! You had tons of s'mores earlier!" Seth argued. “I barely had any! I was busy making sure everyone else got their fill!" Seth held up the hot gooey cookie, dragging Cherry's gripping paw with his arm with his when he pointed to it.

“I deserve this!" Seth laughed.

“Well I didn't get my fill!" Cherry argued back with a giggle. “You're the 'campsite manager'!" Cherry practically whined out his title. “You said yourself you had to make sure all other campers got enough before you!"

Seth rigidly shook his head. “Oh no Missy, I'm off the clock." He cackled. “The only one I'm responsible for is me right now."

“I'll give you a ride on my motorbike!" Cherry pleaded, batting her eyelashes as she attempted to increase the intensity of the begging puppy dog eyes.

Seth tried to wrangle his arm free from her grip, a weak attempt that ultimately failed, and as Cherry began to reach for his s'more, he raised it farther away from her encroaching grasp.

“I've already been on it, remember!?" Seth shot back.

“Okay, I'll give you one of my vinyl Red Vox albums!" Cherry squeaked, upping the ante.

Still holding the s'more out of her grasp, Seth furrowed his brow, glancing back at the begging canine skeptically.

“The Another Light album?" The human asked.

“Another Light!?" Cherry spat. “Are you cocking mental!? That's my favorite one!"

Seth flashed the canine a half-lidded gaze, his lips curling into a bemused smirk. “It's the only one I'd consider trading for..." He replied teasingly.

Cherry crossed her arms defiantly, letting out a sharp enough snort to cause her swooping mane of dark fur to bounce against her purple nose.

“You're 'aving a laugh." The canine shook her head sharply. “That album is worth waaay more than one measly lil' s'more!"

Seth lolled his head indifferently, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Well, if that's how you feel."

With a swift jerk, Seth managed to free his trapped arm and drew the cookie closer to his mouth. He nearly had the piping hot marshmallow mess between his lips, his open teeth hovering just above a sizable portion of the cracker when another terse yank on his arm snatched just shy of his jaws mere seconds before he bit down. The feel of his own teeth clattering together unexpectedly sent a shudder down his spine, forcing him to wince momentarily.

“Wait!" Cherry protested. The malbec canine once again had a firm grip on his arm, and was pulling the s'more farther away from his lips as she spoke. “C'mon now, that trade's a bloody joke! There's gotta be something more reasonable you'd want!"

Seth pulled loose from Cherry's grasp once more, throwing her a mild scowl before glancing at the cookie in his hand. He tapped his chin for a moment, a smug expression lacing his features.

“I'm really struggling to come up with something..." The self-satisfied campsite exec muttered. “...and the smell of this s'more is practically taunting me now. I'm finding it harder and harder to resist its call." Seth continued raising a finger before pointing it at the sugary mess of crackers. “ And it is starting to go cold so-."

“Seth, if you don't give me that s'more-!" Cherry growled, her gaze narrowing on the cocky chap while she bared that prideful smile of hers. “I will make you regret it!"

Another swipe, but Seth deftly avoided her grasp, keeping the treat away from the canine practically crawling all over him to get it.

“Oh-ho-ho! Making threats now!" He laughed. “Why must it always come down to violence when negotiations fall through?"

Cherry laughed. “You Twat! Gimme!"

Taking one last glance at the treat in his hand, Seth flashed Cherry a devious smile. She could tell what was coming, he could see it in her eyes, but he knew he'd be faster on the draw. In one swift movement, Seth shoved the entire s'more into his mouth, cookie crumbs and strings of hot marshmallow dribbling out from between his teeth as he crammed the confectionery all the way inside, awkwardly closing his lips around the un-chewed morsel.

Cherry's jaw dropped, the canine furrowing her brow at Seth in disapproval.

“Did you just-?" Cherry grit her teeth in a tight, frustrated sneer.

Seth finally managed to pull free of her grip, extending his arms out slightly and posturing at the canine still staring back at him in a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

“Yeawh? Waff you gonna do aboff it?" Seth muffled through the mess of hot, sticky, pillowy sugar clumped up in his mouth, sending an additional smattering of cookie crumbs and marshmallow into the air. He tried to form a smug grin over the wad of cookie, but ultimately had to take a few chews before being able to form a properly degrading smirk in Cherry's direction.

Without hesitation, Cherry grasped tightly onto the collar of his green fleece hoodie, bringing her face in line with his and glaring intensely into his eyes. Her ocean-blue irises glimmered in the firelight as she stared into his very soul. Behind her eyes he could see something hidden behind the thin veneer of playful irritation. Something mischievous and intense that was symbolized when her former grimace turned into a smug smile of her own, and in response Seth's heart had begun to pound like a drum. What happened next was the last thing Seth could have expected, something he had only ever fantasized about while trying to fall asleep in his camper.

“C-Cher- waff-?" That was as much as Seth managed to get out before Cherry's lips pressed into his own; her hot & slick tongue wasting no time slipping between his pursed lips and tangling with his. At first, Seth's eyes remained open in shock, his lips still tense as the punk dog's tongue continued to curl and coil around his own paralyzed organ, but it didn't take long for him to give in. His eyes fluttered shut, for he began to melt into Cherry's kiss.

He had to be dreaming. At least that's what the few lingering, errant thoughts in his previously troubled mind were telling him. However, as Seth felt Cherry's arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling the bamboozled soul deeper into her kiss, the last of those fears were silenced with the rush of endorphins that had flooded his system, drowning him in a sea of lust. Even if this was a dream, Seth didn't care. The only thing he cared about in that moment, as he wrapped his arms around Cherry's back, was that if it was indeed a dream, he hoped to never wake up.

What had started as an aggressive entry softened into a more playful, tender affair; their tongues dancing around the rapidly shrinking remnants of the s'more that had brought them to this moment. Suckling, smacking, Seth met each of her movements in turn, savoring the delightful tongue-work of the gal he had longed to taste.

When Cherry finally broke the kiss, it was a surprise. Seth's eyes still closed as he leaned forward with his needy mouth seeking out hers in a desperate search for that inviting warmth she had blessed upon him for what felt like the briefest of moments. However, failing in his search, Seth reluctantly opened his eyes to see Cherry showing off that same confident smile she almost always wore. The canine licked her lips and finished chewing on the last bit of s'more she had wrestled free from his mouth.

“Hmm, Hmm, Hmm..." Cherry chuckled deeply, maintaining her grip on Seth as she looked into his eyes. “You should know better than to challenge the master...what what~" She uttered sweetly. Seth could hear her panting softly.

“C-Cherry..." Seth stuttered, still partially drunk on her kiss. “I was-". He let out a shaky exhale as he struggled to compose himself. “Afraid I-..I wanted-"

Cherry cut him off, holding a finger to his lips while she pressed her nose up against his own. Her deep aqua eyes once again peering into his soul, and setting his heart aflame.

“I know." Cherry huffed. “Me too..." She added, running a ragged paw through Seth's tousled brown locks.

“Oh Ch-" Seth's words were sliced into by Cherry's sharp tongue, which found his own again, their lips locking as the two melted into another kiss.

With all that needed to be said out in the open, there was nothing holding Seth back now. He met her kiss with equal vigor. Cherry continued to lean further into his grip. If there was any desire to break for air between the two of them, it seemed as though neither of them were willing to indulge in it, instead using the brief moments their mouths were parted to tease and suckle at each other's lips before diving back in for more. Those moments gave Seth ample opportunities to toy with Cherry's lip ring in-between the deeper, more drawn-out kisses.

The merlot canine let out a pleasured groan. One of Seth's exploratory hands had drifted down to her peachy rump, giving it a firm squeeze in tandem with Cherry continuing to press into him. She could already feel the heat between her thighs starting to build, her panties becoming increasingly slick; she felt compelled to grind against her newfound mate's leg.

By now, Seth could feel his heart beating in his ears, which was surprising to him considering the fact that (based on the growing tightness in his jeans) the majority of the blood in his body was focused elsewhere.

Eventually though, despite how much the pair resisted, one of them had to come up for air, and regrettably for Seth, he was the one to break the kiss.

With a gasp, Seth pulled his lips free of the vice-like suction Cherry had on him. His green eyes were wide and wild as he stared up at her, a shaky smile crawling across his face.

“This was your plan all along, wasn't it?" Seth managed a weak chuckle.

Cherry gave the love-drunk human a half-lidded gaze, her gaze exuding pure lust as she flashed him a wry smile.

“Less talking, more snogging." Cherry replied, before suckling on Seth's lower lip.

Now it was Seth's turn to place a finger to her lips, stopping Cherry just shy of slipping her tongue back into his mouth. The punk dog raised a curious eyebrow.

“Whfft?" Cherry asked, her tongue still pressed against Seth's finger as she spoke.

“We should probably move this party to the RV..." Seth murmured dumbly, his eyes shifting downward nervously for a moment as mulled over how he should proceed.

Nudging his finger out of the way and before he could say anything else, Cherry planted another hard, powerful kiss. Her hot, wet tongue swirling around his own so hard that, for a moment, it felt as though the dog might suck it right out of his head. Cherry ran another rough paw through his hair as she broke off, dragging her tongue out of his mouth and up his cheek before stopping just shy of his ear.

“Lead the way..." She whispered in a husky tone, giving his ear a light, playful nip before releasing her grip on him. Cherry rose to her feet with all the confidence and grace of a predator, making Seth's stumble up from the stump he had been seated on look all the more embarrassing by comparison. Thankfully, his mind was too preoccupied by more pressing matters than over-analyzing the fault in his gait after having all of his senses overstimulated for several minutes.

Cherry gripped his arm, giving it a firm squeeze as she leaned into his neck. The excitable pup nuzzled him softly, planting a few gentle kisses on his skin as she urged her “sexy swain" in the direction of his RV with her body.

Leaning into her embrace, Seth offered her a sly smile. There was an impish glint flickering behind his deep green eyes, one that piqued Cherry's curiosity as he pressed his lips close to her ear. Nudging it aside with his nose, the beatnik whispered in a lustful tone of his own. “With pleasure..."

Cherry's half-lidded, skeptical gaze returned. “Seth just what are y-Eep?!" That was all that managed to escape the canine's muzzle before she found herself suddenly swept up into the gentleman's arms, his lips finding hers again with renewed intensity as he began to carry her toward the nearby retro 1950's style camper he called home. They had barely made it to the door when Cherry was forced to come up for air, the canine panting raggedly as she broke the kiss.

“Gods, I've wanted..." She cooed, the irresistible urge to keep her tongue cocooned tightly around Seth's own stymieing her words. The punk-rock pup quickly coiled her arms around his neck, pulling him closer in a desperate attempt to keep his lips from straying too far from her own. “...this for so long, Se-Seth..." Her words were rough and husky, and they had barely managed to escape between her staccato gasps for air before her lips met Seth's once more. The canine quickly returned to suckling and teasing at his tongue.

Seth let out a lustful groan at the titillating sensation, although it was muffled behind the aggressive ministrations of Cherry's slick, hot tongue. He could feel the embrace around his neck growing tighter and tighter in desperation, the need to keep his tongue entangled with her own spurring her to draw him in as deep as she could. But despite that pressure, that unrelentingly passionate hold that pleaded with him to stay connected to her, Seth's instincts compelled him to wrench his mouth free from hers in order to wander into the unexplored territory that was her rather sleek, supple neckline. Slowly, the human's mouth trailed down her chin as he pressed deeper into her warm, welcoming fur that smelt vaguely of her namesake, softly nipping and suckling at her flesh playfully along the way.

Being so engrossed in their passionate game made it hard for Seth to split his attention between indulging her and trying to get his camper door open. His mind flooded with a fog of pleasure so dense that it had begun to leak into his extremities like a pressurized stream; the effect causing his frame to tremble with increasing excitement. Carefully shifting his weight and using the power of the passion, the now-mighty man managed to wrestle an arm free from under Cherry, quickly raising a knee up under her sizable rump to keep her supported as his shaky arm blindly clawed out for the familiar aged handle of the door. All the while, Seth refused to let up on his teasing while performing his little juggling act, but with the trembling in his core increasing rapidly, it was becoming harder and harder to keep up his efforts in multitasking. He felt his stance wobble as he continued to fumble with the door, causing him to accidentally bite down a little more firmly on Cherry's neckline as he fumbled in the dark. Cherry let out a sharp gasp, and Seth could feel her body quiver in response to his 'bite'.

“For so lon-haah-ong..." She managed to finish just as Seth finally found the door handle. Throwing it open, he awkwardly attempted to maneuver the pair of them inside while holding the door open with one arm, and keeping Cherry aloft in the other. Nonetheless, by now he had reached his limit in terms of keeping up his awkward balancing act. The nervous excitement within had taken a toll, now that the shaking finally made it down to his legs; more specifically the one he was balancing on as he felt the knee begin to buckle. But like the captain of a doomed vessel, the chivalrous chap remained stalwartly buried in the collarbone of his love, electing to go down with the ship as the two spilled onto the RV floor with the shag carpeting cushioning their fall.

Despite his fumbling in the last moments of his carry, Seth seemed to have maintained the upper hand with his arms now bracing Cherry on either side as he struggled to catch his breath. All the while, his deep green eyes remained fixed on the curvy punk canine that now lay beneath him. It was a sight that gave him pause, looming over her shuddering form. For the briefest of moments, she looked oddly vulnerable with the back of one paw draped against her forehead, while her other arm lay across her midsection in a pose that almost appeared...needy? Her large, floppy ears fitted with several silver studs had splayed out against the carpet, coupled with her long, singular bang of black fur that had flipped completely backward in the stumble, revealing both of her stunning sapphire eyes simultaneously. It was a rare sight in and of itself, for Cherry's unruly mane nearly always managed to hide either one of her eyes at all times. The way the ribbons of moonlight flitted through the RV windows played off those irises was enough to take away what little breath he had managed to recover. It was like looking into the deep ocean; a twin set of abyssal blue pools that Seth couldn't help but lose himself within. As endless as they appeared to be at first glance, Seth could still just barely make out something behind her irises: a flicker, barely visible behind the serene, oceanic haze. Unlike before, it didn't strike the human as mischievous, or devious. No. This was something else. Something that gave him the impression that she was craving…nay…aching for his touch.

In that moment, it felt as though Seth's heart had managed to slither up his throat and paralyze him in an instant. A surge of nervous trepidation had quickly taken hold of him once again, his status of a novice lover was making its presence known in the back of his mind. Various thoughts quickly became muddled and several voices presented a cacophony of ideas on how to proceed, in addition to end results that could easily kill the vibe built up so far. As the din continued to chatter away, another dominating thought process continued to sound off a warning, one that made him aware that stalling due to his nerves was causing the situation to rapidly cool down. Its presence in his mind grew louder and louder, until eventually it forced him to break away from those entrancing eyes out of a vague sense of guilt; shame over his overall lack of experience in all things sexual. In an attempt to drive away the clamor, he averted his gaze in any direction that would allow for some kind of momentary distraction. However, he only managed to replace one temptation with another as he found his eyes now following the ribbons of light from the moon slithering down the supple curves of Cherry's body. The glow ebbing and flowing across her breast as it rose and fell with a desperate fervor equal to his own. Her body shuddered with each exhale. As expected, the moment proved to be fleeting. Cherry had easily noticed Seth's hesitation to make the next move. It was slightly disappointing to be sure, but not wholly unexpected from him.

While he wouldn't be aware of it, taking the lead was exactly what Cherry was hoping he would do. The fact that he had gone as far as to scoop her into his arms and carry her over the threshold of his camper had only stoked the flames that had begun to stir deep within her core, and with Seth now looming over her, it had only served to pour a deluge of petrol on the already blistering flame within. Yet despite feeling as though she had a campfire of her own sizzling inside, her panties had been thoroughly soaked with hot, slick moisture from her Romeo's tantalizing tongue-work. The heat and wetness made it feel like a tropical monsoon in her knickers. She could see the hunger behind his eyes, it made her tremble with anticipation. But as quickly as she had caught that glimmer of intent behind his green irises, it had dissipated, giving way to a look akin to that of a deer in headlights. The sudden recall of restraint, perhaps due to lack of experience or maybe even a fear of being able to adequately keep up with her. It looked as though she was going to have to work the helpless sap over a little harder to get him to let go of his inhibitions and unleash his 'primal' side.

Seth barely had time to truly register the glint of moonlight emanating from her lip piercing before it began to dance more erratically. The reason? The punk rock pup was now biting down on her lower lip with a single fang; her impish, gleeful smile quickly erasing any trace of that apparent vulnerability in the blink of an eye. With a surprising amount of force, Cherry gripped Seth's forearms, scooting out from underneath him so quickly that the human nearly face-planted into the floor from the abrupt shift in momentum. Without missing a beat, Cherry was on her feet again and now tugging at Seth's arms as she scurried backward, dragging him deeper into the camper. Seth, still somewhat taken by surprise, staggered as he followed her lead, tripping over loose clothing and other items he had left scattered around the interior as they went. Bringing his wrists together with a quick jerk, Cherry maintained her firm, yet gentle grip on him while they passed through the last few beams of moonlight that filtered through the RV windows and into the darkened chamber in the back of the vehicle.

Now lost in the shroud of darkness that was his bedroom, Seth tried squinting in an effort to keep track of Cherry. He could still feel her paws clasped tightly to his wrists, but her dark black and auburn fur made it almost impossible to make out her tantalizing shape against the darkness. For the canine in question, she had fortunately been blessed with natural night vision to eliminate this very problem. If it stayed this pitch black in the bedroom, it would take his eyes quite a while to adjust to the darkness, and in turn would deprive him of Cherry's full, unabashed nakedness. The very idea of which became a mortifying concept to the desperate soul; to be robbed of such a glorious sight on what was rapidly shaping up to be the most memorable night of his life would practically be a crime. An agonizing and unbearable travesty, to be averted at all costs.

Seth opened his mouth to object, to urge Cherry to switch on the camper light, but before he could even utter a word of his plea, he felt his weight shift suddenly forward. The grip on his wrists tightened for just a moment, yanking him into a fall before her paws slipped free of his arms. There was nothing Seth could do to stop himself other than splay his arms out into the blackness in desperation. Turns out his gesture proved to be entirely unwarranted once he quickly came into contact with the warm, familiar plush blankets that lay strewn about his bed, his arms sliding across the mattress and his head sank into the cushy fabric of his sheets.

“Oh no..." Seth muttered into his pillow. “It was all a dream after all." His tone a mixture of mild sarcasm, as well as legitimate concern should his joke prove to be true.

His statement had earned a giggle from somewhere in the dark. Seth lifted his head from the down pillow, once again squinting into the void in an effort to make out the source.

“I'd hope if this was a dream, you'd at least get to the good part before waking up." Cherry replied. “For both our sakes."

Seth rolled his eyes, letting out a chuckle. “If only we were all so fortuna-"

Again, she clasped on to the man, this time gripping his shoulders firmly as Seth found himself being forcibly shifted around on his mattress. He could hear Cherry letting out an errant grumble and groan while she struggled to move him around, as well as feel her press against his side periodically in order to leverage her weight to force him into a specific position. It became very clear, very quickly that she was having a significant bit of difficulty posing him; she seemed to be trying to get all of him onto the bed.

Seth shook his head, kicking off his slip-on shoes and pulling his legs up onto the bed in order to help Cherry's efforts along.

“I'm not one of Jingle's toys here, you know…" Seth muttered with a snicker.

Cherry chuckled. “Does that mean it'll be easier or harder to break you?"

Once again, Seth found his rebuttal cut short as he felt a sudden weight sink unceremoniously onto his midsection, Cherry's grip on his shoulders slipping away momentarily as the mass now seated in his lap ground gingerly into his thighs. Seth bit his lip, his eyes rolling slightly. The friction tickled at the length trapped behind his denim jeans.

“Oohh..." He could hear Cherry moan softly, one of her paws shifting to his chest when she nestled herself deeper into his waist. “How's that?"

Seth's composure faltered slightly. The human was unable to think of anything witty until he managed to utter a barely audible. “I-It's really good."

“Hold on." She replied, the pressure from her paws dissipating. He felt her weight on his crotch shift slightly. It felt like the dog was leaning away from him, his bed starting to bend down under his waist as he heard her fumbling with something in the dark.

From the shadows, Seth heard a vaguely familiar mechanical click, followed by another. It was on the third crank that Seth's vision gently returned when the room began to become bathed in a weak, red glow. The familiar soft, maroon glow of Seth's lava lamp.

The low lighting had done well to beat back a good deal of the veil of darkness, revealing most of the bedroom, let alone the one who had lured him there. The one whose thick, curvaceous rump was now directly on him, straddling his waist. The blood-red light of the lamp seemed to soak into Cherry's already mostly maroon fur, causing it to appear soft and iridescent against the dark. Cherry jerked her head slightly, shifting her hair out of her eyes and she grinned slyly at the man now pinned beneath her.

“How's that for mood lighting?" The canine cooed.

Seth simply stared back at her, finding himself slightly dumbfounded. His brain struggled to come up with something, anything to say. But while the chattering din in his mind had settled to some degree, the blood his brain desperately needed to form a coherent response was back to straining against his zipper.

Cherry covered her muzzle with a paw, apparently trying and failing to stifle a laugh.

“Geeze, maybe I did break you." The canine laughed.

Placing both paws on her prey's chest, Cherry began a slow lean toward him, pursing her lips as she stared directly into his eyes.

“If a little bit of the slap and tickle is enough to fry your brain, this next bit might actually kill you, mate." Cherry giggled, planting a surprisingly tender kiss on the mute fool's lips before drawing away once more.

Straightening her stance, Cherry gripped at the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up over her head in a slow and deliberate display. The fabric gave easily at first, before running afoul at the base of her breasts. Seth watched with bated breath, transfixed when the cloth tugged at the lower slope of her mounds, revealing agonizingly little of them with each minute tug. Slowly, her breasts pulled up with the slope of the shirt, as if they were somehow bashful, holding on to the covering with a last desperate grip rather than be so easily exposed. It only managed to tease Seth all the more, his member throbbing in almost perfect sync to each of Cherry's minuscule movements. With each pull, her breasts strained all the more to stay covered, slipping of their own accord with increasing speed until they reached their inevitable breaking point.

Despite having no control of the speed at which her breasts spilled out from the bottom of her shirt, to Seth, it almost seemed like slow motion. The auburn-colored orbs slipped free of her spider web tee, her dark licorice-colored areolas bobbing slightly as her breasts settled in the free air.

With her chest exposed, Cherry pulled the rest of her shirt off with little delay, tossing it into the dark as she turned her hungry glare back on the human trapped beneath her.

Seth let out a shuddering exhale, doing everything in his power to keep from gripping his chest with a hand. He stared up at her perky bosoms; as it turned out, the detective had been right in his initial assessment. She had indeed decided to go braless that night. Though what was more, Cherry had clearly continued her piercing trend into her more intimate and tender areas. Each of her nipples were lanced with glimmering silver barbells that danced with the rise and fall of her chest, and amusingly, the double orbs on either side had been styled to look like little classic cartoonish bones.

Cherry ran a paw through her wild mane of dark hair, the motion causing her breasts to bounce slightly as she let out a warm sigh.

“I take it you like what you see, Seth?" Cherry asked wryly.

Seth tried to nod, but he found himself paralyzed once more. His mind was overwhelmed. His nerves were once again fighting it out with the rising tide of lust that was building within him. The clash was drowning his senses in a cacophony of nonsense, internal voices conflicting with one another once more as they screamed to be heard over the increasingly loud thrumming of his heart. All the while, Cherry now loomed over him, the warm lighting glowing off of her shapely form making her appear as an angel haloed in red. No longer a punk rock princess, no, but a punk rock goddess that was once again waiting on him to move. If it hadn't been clear before, it was crystal now, and he was captivated by her radiance.

A lone voice began to rise in Seth's mind, nearly mute at first, but growing rapidly. His eyes lingered on her perfect breasts. It quickly overtook the choir of nervous bickering inside his mind, and soon enough it had even managed to drown out his own heartbeat. It reflected the very sentiment he thought he had seen in Cherry's eyes in that moment of vulnerability. An answer to her earlier plea.

“Ravish her."

“What's the matter?" Cherry asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow, cocking her head slightly as she leaned a balled paw against her hip. “Cat got your tong-AhhhHH!"

The words died in her throat, giving way to a lustful yip. Seth had wrapped his lips around her right nipple, swirling his tongue all across her dark chocolate areola as though it were made of said confectionery before turning it into a greedy suckle.

“H-Holy shit Seth!" Cherry spat, her tone a mixture of shock and excitement. He could feel her slip backward slightly, the punk canine pressing a paw against the mattress behind her in order to keep her balance as Seth continued to tease her.

Cherry bit a fang into her lip, closing her eyes tightly as she let out a lusty chuckle. “_Now _that's what I'm talking about." The canine thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around the man now buried in her chest.

Grabbing her free breast with his other hand, the russet-haired male began to gently knead the flesh, probing and tweaking her nipple with his fingers while he continued to lap at her other mound.

Catching her barbell piercing between his teeth, Seth flicked it playfully with his tongue. He allowed it to dance on his organ as he glanced upward at his mate, watching her try to save some degree of face while letting out a soft whine.

“O-Oh...OOOh...God..." He could feel her shudder. Her piercing rattled against his teeth and one of her paws migrated to the top of his head so that she could begin to press him deeper into her chest. “L-like that. Just like t-that, fuck..." She murmured.

Bringing his teeth down around the flesh of her nipple. The human applied just enough pressure to properly grip the tender bud as he rolled it between his fangs, giving it a gentle tug as he rolled his tongue over it.

Cherry let out a squeal of delight, arching her back and digging her fingers deeper into Seth's tousled brown mane of hair. The rouge canine wasn't entirely sure what kind of experience the emerald-eyed male had, but regardless he was easily hitting all the right buttons. The fire burning in her sex growled hungrily with each euphoric spark that danced down from her sensitive breasts and into her very core. Every greedy suckle, every playful slurp and nip was making her panties feel increasingly, agonizingly restrictive, and soon enough she could feel her hips begin to grind against Seth's jeans on their own.

“F-Fuckin' hell..." Cherry cooed, biting at her lower lip once more. Seth could feel her hips starting to shift against his groin; slow at first, but with each deliberate twist and thrash of his tongue her pace seemed to quicken.

“Mhh..." Seth murmured as he suckled, a chill traveling up his spine. Cherry continued to grind against his imprisoned shaft. By now, his underwear was barely shielding him from the growing chafe while his cock continued to throb against each rocking movement; the discomfort slowly and steadily starting to overtake his ecstasy whilst the maroon hound continued to pick up speed and rhythm.

“Y-You alright there big; fella?" Cherry uttered, struggling to deliver her statement with any sense of her usual cool composure. Her nethers grew increasingly swamped; by now, she was certain the moisture had well breached her jeans as she continued to rub against the helpless male pinned beneath her. While she was delighted that Seth seemed to be getting more comfortable and confident in terms of going with the flow, that didn't mean she was prepared to slouch in response. After all, while she wasn't exactly the type to go all whips and chains when it came to getting a good shag, she did enjoy a little sexual tug of war in terms of taking control of the situation.

Reluctantly, her eager partner released her nipple from his maw, his green eyes somewhat glossy and distant as he continued to stare up at her.

“Oh I'm g-good." Seth panted, clamping down on his lip as he spoke before turning his attention to her other nipple. Despite the discomfort, Seth didn't miss a beat, latching onto it with equal vigor. His warm, wet tongue slithered across Cherry's areola and forced a hard shudder from the canine in response.

“S-Shit!" hissed the hound, her fingers tangling into his hair, pressing him into her breast. She could feel her piercing scraping across his teeth, each playful tug and lick forcing her to squirm that much harder against his lap as a result.

“S-Seth, you need to w-warn me before...UUhhh Ahh..." Again, Seth was teasing at her piercing, sending jolts of electricity down her spine and straight to her sex with each delicate caress of his tongue. She was a waterfall by now, so slick that if her pants had already been off, she quite possibly could have slid off Seth's crotch by accident. She had to change the tide, to get back the upper paw. She had to hold out at least long enough to get to the more serious foreplay after all.

“P-Pants..." Seth finally managed to whimper between one of his hungry slurps. “I-I need..."

Despite trying to keep his attention fixed on titillating Cherry, the rug burn forming on his manhood from the constant grinding friction was starting to become unbearable. The beast needed to be freed from its cage, to be let out into the open air and allowed to finally breathe.

Seth reached a hand down to his buckle, trying desperately to unfasten while it was still pinned under Cherry's ample bottom. But almost as soon as he had reached for the offending garment, he felt her paw snag his hand, forcing it away from the hem of his jeans with a sudden jerk.

Looking up at Cherry in confusion, the human let out a questioning murmur, his refusal to release her nipple completely from his maw preventing any sort of more coherent line of questioning from slipping out.

Once again, the punk pup's devious smirk had returned as she held his hand up in the air. The canine bit her lip devilishly as Seth felt her once again increase the speed of her grinding.

“Uuhhh..." He whimpered, trying to maintain his assault on Cherry's bosom as his trapped loins screamed up at him. “Wrrhyy?" The man spoke into her rich cocoa-colored teat.

“You want to be on top? Y-you gotta take it from me..." Cherry replied with a jaunty smirk, her grip on his wrist tightening slightly before she continued to grind against his imprisoned rod.

At first, Seth looked at her in disbelief, but it was a short-lived expression, one that found itself quickly replaced with a tightly furrowed brow. The council in his mind had long since fallen quiet, giving precedence to the starving, feral voice that easily boomed over all of them. It let out a startlingly loud growl, one that rapidly slipped from being purely locked inside his mind to rumbling out of his throat as he suddenly ripped his wrist free of the maroon canine's grip. If that was the game she wanted to play, then Seth was going to do his damnedest to keep up.

Bringing his arms up to brace her back, the man gave one final hard suckle to Cherry's nipple before dragging his tongue all the way up to her neck, earning a rather pleading whine from the canine. Her eyes closed tightly as another agonizingly delightful shudder shot down the bridge of her back.

“G-God Seth, I-"

Cherry's eyes flew open, going wide as she felt her center of gravity suddenly yanked out from under her. Seth's weight was pushing her forward and into the mattress then he pinned her to the bed. Once more, the human was looming over her, a smug smirk of his own now planted firmly across his lips as he eyed the excited and bewildered canine lying beneath him.

Cherry chuckled softly, smirking back at her suddenly emboldened lover.

“Too much?" She asked coyly.

Seth leaned back slightly, releasing the hound from his pin and sinking into the bed as he returned to working at his jean button with renewed and desperate vigor.

“It's like you were trying to give me an Indian burn on my dick over here." Seth replied, gesturing at his crotch with his other hand and laughing once he had finally popped the offending brass button that had previously been forbade open.

Cherry let out a warm, shuddering sigh, leaning up slightly to regard the man, an apologetic expression lacing her features.

“Sorry about that, Luv." She replied sweetly, leaning closer to Seth at reaching out a paw to his cheek. She gently caressed his face, causing him to stop struggling with his pants for just a moment as he stared back into those entrancing blue eyes of hers.

Cherry placed a tender kiss on his lips, lingering for a moment before playfully patting his cheek.

“How 'bout I make it up to you, what what?" The canine added, flashing him her usual mischievous smirk. Drawing back a bit further, Cherry reached out and gripped the hem of Seth's hoodie.

“Of course, we've gotta lose this first." She chuckled.

Unlike removing her own shirt, Cherry wasted no time in pulling it up and over his head as quickly as he would allow. It was past his head in half the time her t-shirt was, and she disposed of it just as flippantly.

The canine's azure eyes shimmered with renewed desire as she eyed the man's now bare chest, slightly toned with just a hint of fur between his pecs that seemed to glow in the lava light. She could feel her mound quivering as she drank in the sight, her already slick insides ebbing with a fresh wave of hot, sticky juices. She reached out a paw to touch his exposed skin. It wasn't a conscious action, merely one she felt compelled to do, running her sensitive purple pawpads from his upper chest down to his torso, the heat emanating from his skin making her shudder in lurid ecstasy.

Cherry bit her lip so hard, she was almost certain she drew blood. It was all she could do to force her paw free from his inviting warmth, and hold herself back from stealing the lead prematurely out of her own rapidly building lust. However, despite her best efforts to reign herself in, she could feel her body involuntary moving forward at the point where Seth slid his pants down his legs. Her body came to loom over his waist as she continued where her paw had left off with her eyes, following his happy trail down to the elastic band waist of his boxers.

Kicking the last of his jeans free of his legs, Seth was nearly ready to pounce back on the lusty canine. However, while he had been distracted, Cherry had managed to once again place herself in the dominant position. Although unlike before, this one was less forceful. Cherry was merely leaning over his torso now, her eyes fixed on his boxers and the bulge that was throbbing underneath the fabric. He could see a powerful hunger behind her eyes, the punk rock pup licking her lips for a moment before eyeing Seth slyly.

Cherry had never considered herself a size queen. To her, as long as a good dick didn't require a microscope to see, she could make it work, especially if the guy's foreplay game was on point. But Seth's throbbing lance appeared to be perfect for her. Pleasantly girthy, and perhaps just a bit above average for a human, at least as far as she knew. She had a feeling his cock would definitely make for a fantastic ride.

“Oooh...this fatboy for me?" Cherry giggled, gripping the outline of Seth's length with her paw and giving it a playful squeeze. Seth let out a soft hiss in response, and she could feel his shaft throb against her paw.

It felt blisteringly hot as it pulsed, so much hotter than his already burning skin. She couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like when it would finally be nestled inside her, plunging deep into her hungry sex, reaching places most (if not, all) lovers could not reach. It was a thought that made her head swim, the heat and lust fogging her thoughts for just a moment before she snapped back to attention. She had to hold out, to wait just a little longer. It would make the big pay off all the sweeter.

“C-Cherry..." Seth panted. His rod felt tantamount to a piece of white hot metal as she traced the outline of his length with her fingers. His staff was pulsing frantically from the indirect attention, beating in time with his heart as he watched her with bated breath. “S-shit..."

“Don't mind if I take it for a little test drive, do you?" Cherry asked innocently.

Seth could only nod dumbly in response, unsure of entirely what she had planned based on her question.

Slipping her paw into the slit of his boxers, Cherry grasped his phallus firmly, earning another shuddering groan in response. With great care, the canine eased the full shaft out of the seam, his organ visibly bouncing once it sprung free of the last of the restrictive fabric that had been holding it back.

Cherry's eyes went wide for a moment, taking a moment to appreciate the full length of his cock. She gave it another playful squeeze. Goldie had once told her that she'd read humans were around five inches when fully erect, but Seth was easily a seven (or perhaps even longer…). Of course, Cherry hadn't been able to get out of Goldie just how she knew such a 'lurid' fact. The most she ever would get was flustered babbling in return.

“Well blimey...I gotta say Seth, I'm ruddy well impressed." Cherry giggled. “You were saving all this for little ol' me?"

Despite already being well worked up, Seth could feel a heat rise in his cheeks. He broke eye contact, his bashfulness only serving to earn another giggle from the sexy canine.

Cherry flashed her prey a hungry smirk, the twinkle behind her eyes filling Seth with a mixture of excitement and apprehensiveness. Sweeping her tousled black bang out of her face and holding it back with a finger, Cherry chuckled softly.

“Welp, bottom's up..." She grinned, biting her lip as she threw Seth one final lustful glare. “Big guy..."

It happened so quickly. Seth could barely register Cherry's actual movement. In a flash, she had taken him into her muzzle, driving her mouth down from tip to hilt in mere moments. The pleasure was practically blinding, Seth's vision going white and making him collapse back onto the bed from the sudden rush of stimulation. The heat of her muzzle squeezing against his manhood, the way her tongue began to glide along the length of his shaft; it all had been enough to nearly make him cum on the spot, and it had taken every ounce of his rapidly dwindling willpower & resolve to hold back.

Cherry simply held like that for a moment, appreciating the heat and texture of his meat in her muzzle. She gazed up at the squirming face of her newfound bloke. She could feel his cock pulsing wildly within her maw, thrumming against her tongue while she dragged it along the underside. It would have been enough to bring a rather gleeful smile to her face had her mouth not already been full. Slowly (somewhat hesitantly) Cherry began to draw her muzzle back, releasing some of her grip on his delicious and savory rod as she let out a rather pleasant sigh. Stopping at the tip of his length, Cherry allowed her tongue to loll around the head of his member, trying to bring an equal amount of energy to the table that Seth had shown when toying with her nipples. She shifted the tip around on the edge of her tongue, from one side to the other before slipping it back inside and running around it gingerly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the man's fists balling into the sheet, twisting the fabric in a death grip as he arched his back slightly.

Seth let out a sharp gasp as Cherry came down on his lance once more, taking it to the hilt just as quickly as she had before, with the vibrations of a throaty chuckle adding an extra tickling sensation on top of the already overwhelming assault on his spear. He bit his lip sharply, squinting down at the canine as best he could to watch her continue her aggressive ministrations. Seth's vision still felt hazy, the feverish heat wracking his body growing hotter and hotter. He struggled to keep his muscles from throwing his head back against his will, or at least long enough to take in Cherry's masterful work. From what little he could see with his waning focus as her muzzle raised and fell on his girth again, Cherry seemed almost serene. Her eyes closed, her body never flinching and steadily bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Slow at first, but with increasing speed, Cherry seemed to handle this like a pro. Something Seth would have been able to appreciate a bit more had he not been writhing in euphoria because of it.

Cherry felt Seth's hips begin to buck to her increased tempo, the need for release clearly starting to guide his body's movements instinctively. Of course, the canine was happy to oblige his efforts, beginning to suckle on his stalk greedily with each withdrawal. giving the same fervor she would at trying to inhale the last few drops of soda through a straw. Once again, she could see Seth arch his back in response; a lurid moan escaping his lips as he strained against the mattress.

“C-Cherry...G-GOd damn.." Seth hissed through clenched teeth.

With a loud, slopping pop, Cherry released her hungry grip from his shaft, stroking it with her paw to keep the fire burning as she flashed him a seductive glare.

“Like it do you?" She cooed, batting her eyelashes suggestively.

Seth groaned, his hips still bucking in time with the stroking of her paw. He tugged against the sheets.

“F-Fuck, C-cold!" He shuddered. His blistering hot sausage, robbed of the snug inviting warmth of Cherry's mouth, felt shockingly frigid against the contrastingly cooler air. The release that had been broiling to the surface was now rapidly fading, despite Cherry's paw work, and while Seth had been struggling to keep from going off too early, this felt equally, if not more, agonizing.

“Yeah, bit chilly out, innit?" Cherry chuckled, holding his cock steady for a moment as she ran her tongue up the side of it. Her actions elicited another sharp shudder from the hapless human, his hips bucking desperately in response to her teasing. “Autumn's on the way after all."

“C-Cherry..!" Seth hissed, glaring back at the canine as best he could through the mixture of bliss and agony. The scarlet hound simply and devilishly grinned. She knew he was close, but she also knew he was holding back, trying his damnedest to hold out from cumming too quickly. She figured he was probably afraid of seeming like some sort of one-pump-chump if he simply gave in to his desire. Maybe he thought it would come off as somewhat more impressive if he held out.

Cherry shook her head, laughing to herself quietly. She was already impressed. Impressed with who Seth was. Otherwise he would have never made it this far with her. He had spent the entire summer holding back: holding back his emotions, his true feelings, and it was her job to wean him off that nasty habit of his. She wanted him & his all, and by jove she was going to get it.

Keeping her gaze fixed on Seth's own, she stealthily slipped her free paw down to her groin. Her stubby coal-colored fingers began gingerly rubbing at the mound trapped beneath black denim to keep the fire below properly stoked concurrently with her eager imagination picturing Seth's impressive length nestled deep inside of her. She let out a soft, pleading moan, too quiet for the human to hear over the distraction, knowing that the time would come soon enough.

“All you have to do is ask, Luv..." Cherry cooed sweetly, leaning closer to Seth as much as her mischievous smirk grew wider. “Tell me...what you want..." She moaned softly, nuzzling into his neck and planting some supple kisses on his sizzling hot skin before nibbling seductively on his collarbone. Seth grit his teeth, his orgasm still teetering on the edge and almost jumping since Cherry continued to stroke his cock with her paw.

“Pl-Pl-!" Cherry drew back quickly, cutting off the poor sap by placing a finger to his lips as she continued to run her other paw up and down his shaft, keeping him at the edge.

“Don't ask me." Whispered the tantalizing tauntress, firing her needy prey a lusty, half-lidded gaze. “Tell me what you want." She added, her words dripping with pure sex. The words had barely escaped her lips when she ran her tongue up the side of his throat, letting out a soft sigh. The act sent another bolt of arousal down to her burning rose.

“I-I want-!' Seth spat, shuddering as his hips bucked once again. “I-I want to cum inside!" There was a pregnant pause...the crimson vixen tilted her head with a look of mild surprise at the now embarrassed lad still caught in her agonizingly tender grip. He hadn't even considered asking whether Cherry would even be willing to swallow his load, and yet she had coerced him to practically demand it. For a moment, the choir of doubtful voices in his head began to mutter; cries that he had 'blown it' started to echo in his mind. But the canine's trademark devilish smirk was quick to quell the din. She chuckled slightly, turning her head.

“Now that's one thing..." The scarlet seductress simpered softly as she slowed the pumping of her paw. “...I'll never turn down from you."

With that, Cherry wrapped her muzzle around the length of Seth's cock once more, sliding it down to the hilt just as quickly as she had previously before bursting into a rapid, aggressive, yet steady rhythm.

Warmth. Wet, hot warmth had suddenly returned, enveloping his shaft. His building orgasm reignited as the punk rocker slurped and suckled at his manhood more intensely than her previous stride. Even though the RV was small and snug, it seemed to echo every sound that emanated between the lucky villager's legs.

“C-Cherry! Sh-Shit, I'm gonn-!" Seth sputtered, his hips instinctively bucking while Cherry continued to fill her muzzle with his sex. Not missing a beat despite his cry, the punk rock pup fluttered her eyelashes at him, offering as much of a nod of affirmation as she could without breaking her flow.

Cherry had been expecting (nay, craving) his cum. She knew he was liable to burst at any second. However, what had caught her by surprise was the sudden sensation of Seth's hands bearing down on the top of her head. She was only able to glance up at her mate for a brief moment before she felt him shove her muzzle back down onto his length, forcing her to take it to the hilt once again. She felt a burst of warmth fill her muzzle to the brim. The sticky, salty substance sprayed into her mouth with pulse after pulse, all the while Seth's hands remained clamped down on her head; groaning loudly as he spilled his essence inside of her inviting maw. Even though his surprise grip elicited an initial stun, the lewd ladette was extremely turned on by her partner's primitively primal pressing, and that was reflected by the ocean waves in her knickers.

Cherry hungrily slurped up the milky potion, shivering in delight as she swallowed. The rather forceful gesture on Seth's part had thrown coals into the already raging fire burning inside and turned the lumps white hot, drawing a lusty groan from the hungry hound while she continued to deeply drink his essence as quickly as he fired it off. Soon enough, the pulses of fresh cream began to wither, along with the tight grip on her head. Each rope of his juices filling her muzzle grew fewer and farther between as she felt his muscles begin to relax. All the while, she continued to lap and suckle until she was sure she had drawn every last drop from him.

Seth collapsed backward onto the bed, gasping for breath. For a few moments, it felt as though he were sinking, slipping through the mattress like it was a thick gel. With Cherry continuing to suck at his shaft, drawing the jelly from his donut, he found himself almost rendered paralyzed. His cock was so overstimulated, each slurp and swallow from her hit levels of pain almost on par with the pleasure.

“C-Cherry..." Panted the pastier than usual Seth, reaching a trembling hand toward the canine still buried in his crotch. “God...damn..." With a now familiar wet-sounding pop, Cherry finally came up for air, the punk rock pup wiping her muzzle with a paw and letting out a rather contented sigh before giving her man a rather devious smirk.

“Well Seth, while it's not as delicious as a good ol' s'more..." The canine bit her lip, smacking them as she let out a contented sigh. “...I could definitely get used to the taste." Cherry giggled.

How long had it been? A minute? Two? It certainly had to be less than three. Less than three minutes to reduce poor Seth to little more than a quivering puddle, melting into his bedsheets and riding out the lingering aftershocks of the stupendous orgasm Cherry had drawn out of him. His head remained lolled back when he let out a dull groan; half from elation, the other a return of that vague sense of guilt he had felt earlier. Despite the angle, he could still make out Cherry looming over his torso with that classic smug smirk of hers. Her plush ass once again pinning him to the bed, the air of victory flowing off of her in waves. Compared to him, Cherry looked as though she had barely broken a sweat, which meant that either she was extremely good at keeping her cool, or even better at hiding how much he was able to get to her. Sure, he had gotten a few moans out of her, but after the speed-run of a blowjob she had given him, the confidence that he had managed to build up throughout the affair had taken a bit of a blow.

He wanted to make her feel that good. No, he wanted to make her feel even better! To get her howling his name at the top of her lungs if he could help it! And if he wanted to succeed at that, he couldn't afford to let her do all the work. He had to keep up, to show that he could take what she could dish out and bounce right back with a few moves of his own. After all, what kind of lover would he be if he couldn't love her as passionately and as fast as she loved him? Surely not the kind worth sticking around for.

Seth began to grit his teeth, a surge of renewed energy pulsing through his body. He balled his fists.

“Oi, what's this th-?"

The words died in Cherry's throat. Seth pounced on her once more, his lips finding hers. His tongue pressed deep into her muzzle. Her blue irises wavered in surprise for a brief moment, the sensation from the sudden and unexpected rebound kiss feeling as though lightning had struck her. Cherry moaned dully into the man's mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed and her arms coiled around the human's back as she toppled over backward into the sheets once again.

With one arm wrapped firmly around his broad shoulders, she let the other crawl it's way up into his long brown hair. Her fingers tangled up individual locks as she swabbed her own tongue against his, the two organs clashing around each other aggressively between periodic, powerful slurps.

Breaking their kiss to come up for air, Cherry let out a lurid groan and gripped the man's hair tightly. The flames growing inside her continued to smolder more intensely.

“F-Fuck me..." The punk rocker hissed, burying her muzzle into the side of Seth's face, panting hotly against his cheek.

“T-That just a statement..." The man gasped, running a small trail of kisses down one of her ears. “...or a request?"

Cherry let out a throaty grumble, her nethers trembling as she spoke.

“B-Both..."The canine hissed.

The pair's lips met once more, their greedy tongues wrapping around each other while they played an internal game of tug-of-war. Every playful jab from Seth's organ sent wave after wave of pleasurable sensations down Cherry's spine, which made her struggle to keep her composure. It was of course, a losing battle, but one she was delighted to give in to.

Severing their kiss, Seth drew back unexpectedly, causing Cherry to linger forward from the sudden absence of his tongue for the briefest moment before lamenting the lack of its presence with a huff of irritation.

“Seth?" The punk rocker asked, a tone that came off as a mixture of needy and annoyed.

Pulling away from her grip, he shifted down her splayed body carefully, stopping just shy of the lip of her dark black jeans before clasping the fabric tightly in his hands.

“S-Seth?" Her tone was now suddenly more uncertain (shaky even), her body shuddering with her breathing once more. The randy resident shot her a grin.

“Well, that'll have to wait..." The shaggy haired man said, turning his gaze to the gleaming bronze button that stood between him and his prize. “At least till after I return the favor."

With that last utterance, Seth tugged sharply at the hem of Cherry's jeans; not even bothering with the button as he clawed at the fabric. He felt Cherry jump in response, the canine bucking in surprise.

“OooOOOOhhh...." Cherry groaned, biting a finger impishly whilst watching her beastial beau attack her tight black jeans as though he were an animal himself (Well, a wild one anyway). With each aggressive tug, Seth had dragged her pants down a few inches, occasionally shifting his hands around to different portions of the waist to get a better purchase before yanking again. Each forceful pull sent weak shockwaves through her body that tickled at her sex.

Cherry eagerly lifted her legs while her increasingly bold courtier yanked her jeans below her knees, allowing him to more easily remove the offending garment while her paws began to inadvertently grip the bed in anticipation. She was more than ready for the railing she was certain she was about to receive.

With Cherry's legs finally free of the jeans, Seth tossed them off carelessly into the dark before turning his attention back to the landing strip the canine had created.

The sight alone had his member twitching to attention once more with the first few shuddering pulses of blood starting to flood back into it. He stared at the thin strip of black cotton that separated him from his meal. As it turned out, Seth's previous assessment had only been half right. While Cherry had chosen to go bare on top, she hadn't fully committed to making sure her bottoms matched. Not that Seth could complain in the slightest, considering how little the garment actually covered.

Placing his hands on Cherry's knees, the young swain lad loomed over her groin, his dark green eyes fixated on the barrier of thread blocking his entry. It was a taut black thong; one that seemed to strain to stay clung to her nethers with each shaky exhale from rouge rocker. The white canine skull & crossbones set in the dead center rising and falling with each of her ragged breaths. Despite the sharply contrasting colors, the lava lamp luminescence seemed to glimmer off the area around the skull; the fabric underneath looked several shades darker than the rest due to the moisture that had soaked through the cloth.

Cherry could feel her heart pounding now and her claws digging into the mattress slightly. She trembled under Seth's analyzing gaze; he was so close now, so very near to the sweltering fire that was screaming out for his touch.

“S-Seth..." Cherry murmured, her words a half moan as she watched with bated breath.

Seth offered the canine a smirk, slipping his fingers under the wispy strings of her thong and gripping them tenderly.

Carefully, the dexterous devil began to draw the garment down. Unlike with the jeans, he had elected to take his time; partially to tease her back, but also to keep from damaging her rather cute underwear. Below Cherry's waistline, her crimson red fur gave way to almost pure black. It was something Seth imagined that (from far away) could have tricked people into thinking she was wearing pants even if she were bottomless. But as he continued to slide her panties down her hips, he was surprised to find one last patch of red fur hiding just below the fabric; a well-manicured tuft of hair that presumably acted as the guiding strip to her entrance.

The realization alone caused Seth's breath to hitch in his throat. This was a position he had dreamed himself being in on multiple occasions over the summer: poised mere inches away from revealing Cherry's perfect nethers, only for the image to be snatched away just shy of its reveal due to the screech of an alarm clock. This time, however, there would be no alarm, no blaring wake-up call forcing him to greet the day with some of the most agonizing morning wood he had ever experienced. No. This was real. And nothing would stop him from getting a taste this time.

Seth let out a shuddering sigh as he pulled back the last bit of fabric hiding her innocence, revealing her glistening mound in all its glory. His hands continued dragging the cloth down, largely on autopilot now, as his wide green irises remained locked on her curtains; the air finally escaping his lungs as he barely caught sight of the inner muscles twitching. Unlike her nipples, her inviting lower lips were taut and pink. Strands of juices held on to the shrinking cloth for dear life, glimmering in the lava light. But the moisture wasn't the only thing shining against the warm red glow of the mood lighting. Bracing the top of her puss was yet another piercing, a silver ring adorned with a tiny dog skull hanging from her clitoris as though it were a door knocker.

“S-Seth...Fu-Fuck..." A sharp jerky shudder wracked Cherry's body once more: a spasm of excitement that had started at her inner-thighs and traveled outward. She could feel his hot breath on her labia now, fanning the already blistering flames that were consuming her insides.

As if her weak, pleading muttering had snapped the man back to attention, Seth suddenly picked up the speed at which he removed her undergarments. Not as quickly as her pants, but definitely with increased desperation. Cherry hadn't even let him drag them down to her mid calf before she began to frantically kick them away, nearly knocking the already stupefied male in the head in the process.

Cherry quickly clasped her paws to her muzzle in shock, blushing slightly as she shrank into her shoulders.

“S-Sorry." The mutt muttered in a surprisingly meek tone.

Seth managed an awkward chuckle, his voice cracking slightly as his nerves began to show.

“I-It's fine." He replied, gripping her foot and tugging the thong that was still clinging to her ankle for dear life free before casting it aside.

The inspirited lad took a deep breath, grabbing a brief moment to prepare himself before he braced his hands on Cherry's knees. Slowly, he began to lean over her, creeping closer and closer to her entrance in a similar fashion to how Cherry had slithered up to him. Looking down at her now, in her full naked glory, was indescribable to Seth. It was leagues beyond any dream he had ever had.

“W-what what?" She asked, her paws returning to grip the sheets as she scooted back slightly. Seth tilted his head at the canine in mild confusion.

“What do you m-mean, 'what what'?" He asked.

“I th-I mean…I figured…" Cherry stumbled over her words. “...I-I thought we were going-going to just go...y-y'know...?"

Seth chuckled, shaking his head and taking his hands off of her knees. Her prince slipped them under her shapely bottom, gripping both cheeks tightly as he drew his face closer to her quivering quim, and earning a startled yelp for his trouble.

“What do you think 'return the favor' means?" He replied suavely. He suddenly leaned forward, stopping just shy of her breach before opening his teeth and slipping the small piercing into his mouth. Cherry winced since she'd expected Seth to simply dive face-first into her muff as she had with his cock. But instead, she felt a ginger, titillating tug against her hood, one that sent another pleasurable shudder up her spine.

“S-Seth!" The canine spat. “W-what gi-?"

“Knofk Knofk." She heard his partially muffled reply, feeling her piercing being tugged slightly with each utterance before he pressed it against her hot “fun button". Cherry sank into her shoulders, letting out a sharp hiss in response.

Releasing the piercing, Seth delicately ran his tongue along the outside of her mound, drawing it dangerously close to her pudenda, but not quite touching it. He could feel the vibration of Cherry suddenly pounding the mattress, the dog struggling to sit up to look at him.

“S-Seth!" She snarled. “Q-Quit teasing you bastard!"

It was agonizing, although not just for her. Seth wanted desperately to suckle on the inviting cove, to bury his tongue deep inside her and lap away at the font of sweet nectar. But he hadn't quite gotten her back for the whole 'jean burn' incident, and this situation provided the perfect opportunity.

“Do you want me to come in, or not?" The cheeky charmer asked, doing his best to maintain his composure as he ran his tongue just along the edge of her gateway.

“Seth!" Cherry spat.

“You have to invite me in." The lad snickered, barely able to resist the intoxicating aroma of her scent as he struggled to keep up the tease.

“FOR FUCK'S SAKE SETH!"

Seth barely had time to smirk before Cherry's paw had gripped the back of his head, pressing his face against her blistering hot mound. The canine let out an audible whine as her strength seemed to wane, the last of her withering willpower used to weakly rub his lips against her slick entrance.

Quickly bracing her thighs with his arms, Seth went right to work, his tongue quickly slipping in.

“FF-FUUCK...." Cherry hissed, one of her paws still gripped to Seth's hair as the other struggled to keep her leaned up off the bed. Cherry shut her eyes tightly, riding out the pulsating waves of ecstasy as her vaginal walls clamped down around Seth's probing tongue. The inferno that had started in her nethers seemed to be crawling up her back & making its way to her chest. She trembled in anticipation.

Seth could feel his erection make a full return now, aching even more than it had been before Cherry had drunk it dry. He continued to dig his tongue deeper into her honeypot. Fresh drops of her nectar drizzled on his tongue with each aggressive spasm from her muscles. It was a mostly sweet flavor plus a hint of a tartness to it, something he could see himself 'getting used to' just as easily as she could with his own syrup.

Cherry arched her back as she felt Seth's tongue slither deeper into her yearning folds, bucking her hips against his head. She dug her fingers deep into his scalp, almost perforating it with her claws.

“H-HOLY F-FUCK!" Cherry yelped. Seth may not have beaten a canine's tongue in length, but has certainly possessed more fighting spirit. She could feel the hot organ thrashing around inside her, gliding across her slick walls which desperately clamped around it.

Nearly collapsing again, Cherry was forced to release her grip on Seth's head, bracing the bed with both elbows in an effort to stay upright. However, she wasn't about to give Seth the opportunity to pull up for air, or the slightest chance at a witty remark. While relinquishing her paw's hold, she had quickly replaced it with both of her legs, her thighs now pressing down on either side of Seth's head while her calves acted as a brace to keep him from trying to pull away. The foreplay had done well to work her up quite a bit, and now that she was edging dangerously close to an orgasm, she couldn't bear to risk letting it slip away.

Seth felt Cherry's legs squish against his head like earmuffs, her hips bucking once more as he continued to deeply drink her sweet juices. Her muscles were gripping down on his tongue more and more tightly, pulling and sucking at it almost as hungrily as her own mouth had been. Sadly, there were limits to just how far his tongue could go. It was a fact that, in this moment, made him lament that he had not been born an anteater.

Cherry's heart was pounding. Fire filled her lungs. Her gasps almost painful despite the exquisite thrill that was flooding her senses. It felt as if nearly every nerve ending in her system was firing at once, rolling through her like a thunderstorm, simultaneously drawing ever nearer to her grand release.

“S-Seth! Fuck I'm so cl-close!" Cherry groaned.

Once again, the punk rocker bucked her hips, this time so sharply that her pubic bone knocked against the man's nose, leaving it stinging as he withdrew his tongue. However, the minor injury hadn't phased him in the slightest as he ran his tongue over her trembling entrance. He passed over her piercing, quickly sucking it into his mouth, bringing his teeth down gently on the sensitive pink nub that held it in place. Seth was quick to slither the tip of his tongue up into the center ring of the jewelry, wrapping around it slightly before drawing it in with a sharp, continuous slurp.

“FUU-C-FU-CKK I'M-CUMMING!"

That was the final straw; the added bit of stimulation pushing Cherry over the edge as she let out a lustful squeal. The canine arched her back as high as it would allow, tearing at the bedsheets in divine agony. Her vision seemed to swirl from wave after wave of thunderous ecstasy rolling across her body from head to toe, her hips gyrating against Seth's face in time with each tremor of her powerful climax.

Seth was quick to slip his lips back over Cherry's sex as he rode out the orgasm with her, drinking the steady stream of nectar each powerful spasm of her inner walls managed to squeeze out. He slurped at her quivering mound greedily, doing everything in his power to avoid letting a single drop escape his hungry maw (helpfully, he was dying of thirst at this point). It was a rapid flood at first, each orgasmic pulse pressing out another volley of her hot juices into his mouth with so little time between each burst that the man found himself fighting to keep it all in. As her muscles began to relax, Seth was able to temper his gulping, allowing him more time to savor the taste of the treacle on his tongue before drawing it down his throat. Her spasms continued to slow, the forceful grasp of her legs around his head began to weaken, and Seth could feel her body starting to ease back into the bed.

Cherry's head was still swimming from the force of the climax. While it hadn't fully quenched the flame burning inside of her, she was more than happy to sail away on the momentary bliss Seth's skilled tongue-work had blessed her with.

She draped a paw across her forehead, swabbing away the sweat that had formed as she let out a shuddering sigh.

Now that the punk rock pup seemed to be coming down from the high of her climax, Seth reluctantly drew his lips away from her lovely, warm nethers, and propped himself up a bit to glance over at the satisfied-looking canine sprawled out on his bed, desperately trying to catch her breath.

Seth wiped his lips, taking a moment to suck greedily at his fingers before popping the dazed pup a smug smile.

“You k-know..." Seth started, his own efforts to catch his breath staggering his words. “...I'd be lying if I s-said I didn't sort of expect y-you'd taste like Cherries." Seth lolled his head slightly, briefly reflecting on his preposterous expectation for a moment. “Not that I'm complaining, you were still pretty damn delicious."

Now that the buzzing in her ears had faded to a tolerable level, Cherry weakly propped herself up on an elbow, throwing the human a rather halfhearted sneer.

“Get a g-girl off and suddenly you think you're a r-real comedian, what what?" Cherry managed to spit between her staggered breathing as she rolled her eyes. “And t-that, 'you have to invite me in' shite?"

Seth furrowed his brow, wincing slightly in embarrassment.

“Was it too corny?" He asked.

“The corniest." Cherry replied, trying to suppress a weak giggle.

Seth continued to lick the residual nectar off his lips as he eyed her skeptically “And you're going to tell me the whole 'You want to be on top, you got to take it from me' thing wasn't?" The auburn-haired man replied with a sly smirk.

“Oh bugger off, that was funny." The pile of pup managed to squeak out before another tremor from her loins caused the canine to lose what little balance she had managed to gain with her elbow, making her to flop back onto the mattress once more.

“F-Fuuuck..." She hissed quietly.

The punk rocker shuddered slightly as she tried to slip back into her usual calm, cool demeanor (she was faltering though). “B-besides…that was t-to drag you out of your shell." She laughed. “Get you t-to stop ho-holding back, bud..."

Sitting up and leaning an elbow on her knee instead, Cherry gave a side-eyed glance at her still searingly hot labia, her inner edges still twitching with the occasional lingering tremble. The fire inside was continuing to smolder. The building embers were already begging to be stoked once more.

Cherry let out a shuddering sigh, turning her gaze back to Seth. She brandished a seductive smile.

“And I'd say you exploded out of the gate fella...shit..." She chuckled, running a paw through her messy mop of black thoroughly sweat-soaked hair.

Seth blushed slightly, shrinking into his shoulders at the compliment.

“Honestly, I've never had someone eat me out that good." She continued, closing her eyes appreciatively. “That's definitely a grade-A performance."

Cherry rolled her eyes. “Although I'll still have to dock you that plus grade for that corny line."

Seth also rolled his eyes, though sarcastically.

“Like your teasing was any better!" He knew he was lying through his teeth. Truth be told, to him, it had been hot as hell. He only hoped that she couldn't see through his bluff, although something about her smile told she had done so easily.

Cherry's smile grew wider, that all too familiar mischievous light flickering behind her deep blue eyes as she kept her gaze fixed on Seth's own.

“You're right." She chuckled impishly. “Maybe my teasing game isn't as up to snuff as I thought it was. "

Before Seth had time to react, Cherry had pounced on him once again, pinning him to the bed. Unlike before, the canine had seated herself slightly above his crotch, her paws keeping his arms pinned to his sides as she brought her face up close to his own.

“So what's say we stop all this teasing then..!" She announced, maintaining a wide grin. “...and get down to the 'meat' of the matter, what what?"

With that, Cherry forced her lips against his, her hot slick tongue slithering into his mouth and quickly mingling with his. It was a forceful, passionate kiss, the intensity of which signified her deeper desire. It was a lurid hunger that Seth shared as he met her aggressive kiss with equal fervor, clashing with her tongue sharply and wrapping it around his.

With a wet pop, Cherry broke the kiss, leaving Seth to linger momentarily, suckling at her lip piercing and earning a lusty groan from her before she managed to press herself away completely.

Moving one paw to Seth's shoulder to balance herself, the maroon canine turned her attention to the last bit of clothing that still separated the two of them: Seth's dull green boxers. Gripping at the elastic with her free paw, Cherry started slipping the offending garment down his hips as best as she could.

It was an awkward effort of course, given the angle and how she was sitting, but the dedicated dog was not to be deterred by such a minor inconvenience. The heat between her thighs had been rapidly reignited by their kiss, and the prospect of getting Seth's hot, throbbing lance buried within her more-than-ready flower had produced enough steam to quickly cloud her brain in a renewed fog of lust. She was hungry for it now, famished even, and it had created an element of tunnel-vision in her desire to get the man's boxers off to 'free' his proverbial 'beast'.

She had managed to get it partially down his hips when she felt the man begin to raise his buttocks underneath her, a clear effort to assist getting the troublesome garment out of the way. But it was an effort she barely registered and she gave the hem of his boxers another desperate, terse yank...she felt something hot and pulsating spring up against her nether lips with a weak 'PLAP'.

The sudden sensation caused Cherry to jump slightly before melting into a quiver. Seth's phallus had emerged free of his boxers from that last pull, and it had now nestled itself snugly against her mound. The searing hot length of flesh throbbing aggressively as it nuzzled up to her petals.

“Go-God damn...'' Seth hissed, shrinking into his shoulders. His body trembled from the stimulation; Cherry's entrance felt as though it was white-hot against his rod, and he could already feel it drooling as a fresh trickle of her nectar began to dribble onto the bottom of his cock.

“Ooooh my Goooooood..." Cherry wasn't handling herself much better, her muscles giving out momentarily in tandem of her savoring the sensation. Both her and Seth had momentarily stopped their fight to pull his underwear the rest of the way down, stunned from the intoxicating feeling of their 'first contact'.

However, the punk rocker was the first to regain her senses, her muscles coming back to life all at once, owing to body shuddering with delight. She wanted him inside her. Right now. She was starving for it. The flame inside her had already surged to unbearable heights just from the excitement that Seth's cock was mere centimeters from her yearning pussy. The knowledge that he was once again knocking at her door, clouding her brain with a primal & feral lust, which made her bite her lip.

“I-I'm s-sorry..." Cherry managed to shudder, glancing over her shoulder once more and scowling down at the shaggy lad's boxers still clinging to his hips.

Seth barely managed to take in enough air to make a response. His facial muscles tried desperately to force his bewildered, dreamy stare into something that conveyed a degree of confusion.

“W-wha-?"

That was as far as he got before Cherry gripped at the middle of his boxer shorts, tangling the fabric into a balled fist as her claws dug into it. With a bestial growl, she yanked at the fabric so fiercely that she had managed to lift the man slightly off the mattress from the effort. The fabric groaned audibly, the sounds of fibers snapping filling the air as a good portion of his boxers began to split at the seams.

“I-I can't wait anymore!" Cherry growled. Another sharp tug, and a wad of the fabric had been pulled completely free of the rest, leaving Seth's groin fully exposed whilst the remaining elastic and material fell limply against the bed.

Cherry tossed the clump of shredded cloth into the dark before turning her hungry glare back on Seth. She bit her lip with impish glee.

“I need you now...big guy." Cherry cooed softly, her lusty, half-lidded gaze fixed on the human still pinned beneath her ample ass.

Bracing her paws on her hips momentarily, the canine slowly slid her mons along his shaft, shuddering as she savored the feeling of his heat against her vulva. Closing her eyes tightly, she began to slide back down to the base of his shaft, leaving a slick trail down his cock as she continued her decidedly gentler form of grinding.

“F-Fuck." It was Seth's turn to grip the sheets again, his rod throbbing with desperate desire from the delightful combination of heat and moisture dancing along his girth. Despite having came such a short time ago, Cherry was already oozing with wetness; her lips gushing burning hot nectar all over his groin, whilst she made a second pass from tip to hilt.

Cherry let out a lurid, almost painful sounding moan as she ran her sensitive sex back up and down Seth's staff once more. That had to be enough moisture, right? Surely her mate was now more than slick enough to slip inside her blistering “Cherry" with very little difficulty now that she had properly 'basted' him. It would have to be, as she couldn't bear another minute of not having Seth inside her.

Gripping the tip of his cock with a paw, Cherry ran her thumb gingerly over the head of his pulsating spear. Seth trembled in response, letting out a low, needy groan of his own.

“I need this..." The punk canine spoke, practically whimpering as she leaned up slightly, angling her hips as she began to draw his shaft closer to her.

“...inside of me..." Lining up the tip of his arrow with her gateway, Cherry pressed herself against it delicately. She trembled at the sensations as she felt from the head of his lance kissing her lips.

“...Now." The maroon mistress began to press down on Seth's penis firmly, her paw still gripped tightly around it as she tried to guide it into herself. Her nethers were already clenching down, and as a result, the head of his shaft kept slipping away from her sex despite her efforts. It was as though it was trying to squirm away from her, defying her needs. The crimson canine began whining impatiently, the painful ache twinging in her core with each near miss feeling as though it were mocking her.

“OH FUCK!"

It was sudden, taking Cherry by surprise, when the tip of his manhood finally started to slip inside of her, widening her flower.

“H-HOLY SHIT" Seth gasped, his grip tightening on his sheets at the sudden sharp increase of heat and pressure around the head of his knob.

Cherry let out a deep and throaty chuckle that quickly devolved into another hungry, low grumble as she opened her eyes once more. Her half-lidded gaze fell on Seth once again.

“That's nice..." She mumbled dreamily, stabbing a fang into her lower lip.

Seth barely managed a nod of agreement as he felt her muscles coiling at his head, drawing him slightly deeper as Cherry began to shift her weight. It almost looked like slow motion from Seth's perspective when she leaned toward him, bracing her paws on his shoulders as she began to slowly bear down on him.

There was a part of her that simply wanted to take all of it now, to force his full girth into her aching sex as quickly as she could. However, her pussy remained defiant, the pulsing muscles acting of their own accord whilst they gave ground to his cock at an agonizingly slow pace. Cherry tightened her grip on Seth's shoulders. She felt his battering ram manage to force the retreat of her muscles by another inch, letting out another low, throaty grumble at the exquisite sensation. Yet it still wasn't enough for the desperate canine. The raging inferno within was screaming at her, begging her to swallow Seth whole; despite how her body seemed to be cruelly resisting her. In response, the punk rock canine tried to spread her thighs as wide as she could, hoping that it would force her internal muscles apart just enough to invite more of her beloved beau inside.

Seth grit his teeth as his dick slid further into Cherry's pussy; the blazing heat wrapping around his length proved to be both welcoming and agonizing at the same time. So tight, so hot, so wet. The overlapping sensations flooded his mind with a fresh deluge of euphoria and ecstasy, leaving what little of his psyche that remained devoted to forming any sort of meaningful words to float away on the rapidly rising tide. He was losing himself in the haze, and he was more than happy to do so as he stared back into the lustful oceanic eyes of the maroon mutt that loomed over him. He was about halfway inside her now, his girth snugly gripped from all sides by her unrelenting walls, which at the same time drenched his groin in a monsoon of juices.

“Jesus C-Cherry..." The man managed to sputter. In response, he felt her claws digging deeper into his shoulders as she managed to slide further down his length. Forcing the sheets free of his wrenching grip, Seth's hands migrated to the top of hers, clasping down on them. He closed his eyes tightly, letting out a quivering breath as he savored each little jolt of electricity that screamed down every nerve ending in his manhood, bursts of sparks tingling their way up his spine and causing him to tremble. The rouge rocker was much the same, lost in utter bliss with her grunts and grumbles giving way to moans off every arc of pleasure that conducted through her lover's 'lightning rod', darting up her spine.

“FUCK!" Both mammals cried in unison once Cherry finally managed to fully take all his length. Her vulva now wrapped tightly around his phallus as her lips pressed against the base of his groin. While it had taken longer than Cherry had intended, the hound was more than happy to take a moment to lose herself in this delightful feeling of fullness. She could feel his scorching hot lance buried deep within her muff, pulsing in response to the contractions of her muscles. No man had ever been that deep inside her before, and the blinding sensations had her head swimming. It tipped backward involuntarily so her muzzle could let out a soft murmur just barely resembling a moan. She couldn't help but to bask, to linger in the drunken bliss of merely feeling Seth inside of her, to ride out his cock for a moment as it simply throbbed against her sensitive inner walls delightfully. He fit her like a glove.

However, her focus on the euphoria of being connected to her newfound mate had distracted her from just how much strength she had been exerting on him; her claws had now dug deeply enough into his shoulder to draw a bit of blood. Not that Seth had done well to notice it either, still just as lost in the searing but pleasurable grip of Cherry's beckoning depths.

For a moment, Cherry pivoted her hips slightly, shifting her weight from one side to the other in a slow, deliberate moment that drew pleasurable moans from the both of them resulting from his manhood rubbing against her inner walls.

Eventually, with some degree of reluctance, Cherry planted her paws on the center of Seth's chest as she slowly began to lift her hips. It was agonizing to feel his hot length slithering out of her, even if it would be for the briefest of moments, and her body echoed her regret with her canal grasping at his receding shaft with frenzied spasms. Despite the fact that just a few seconds ago her muscles had been fighting to keep him out, they were now desperate to keep him buried inside of her.

Seth let out a sharp hiss. The bulk of his shaft was freed from the sweltering heat of Cherry's radiant quim and thrust out into the comparatively colder room. His body shivered slightly as his hips involuntarily bucked from his shared desire to be reunited with her deep and inviting pussy.

While it seemed like an agonizing eternity, in reality, it was only mere moments before they were united once again; Cherry sheathing his sword back inside of her, slowly bringing her hips back down.

“MhhhHHH...." The punk rocker moaned, again shifting her hips against his groin before she took him to the hilt. Her walls gripped against his manhood with renewed intensity, sending a powerful wave of pleasure through both of the oversexed mammals.

“Gods..." Seth murmured blearily..." Cherry...y-you..."

Cherry trembled slightly, a mild feeling of separation anxiety filtering through her burning desire over the prospect of releasing her grip on his cock in order to keep up the movement. Gritting her teeth, the canine lifted herself once more, the retreating presence of Seth inside left her feeling oddly cold in its wake. The absence was enough to draw a hiss from the inner welling flame, and it forced her back down onto his shaft just as quickly as she had let it slip away.

“The-The feeling's mutual...anh-Babe..." Cherry managed to coo, flashing the human a wavering pleasured smile as she struggled to keep it together.

Slowly, Cherry managed to carve out some degree of momentum. The previously haphazard movements began easing into a more comfortable and steady rhythm the more she began to acclimate to the sensation of Seth's lance as it charged inside her. With each pump, it almost felt like he was venturing deeper inside of her. The tip of his cock emulating a white-hot poker jabbing at the fire that was raging within her.

Cherry ran a paw through her black band of hair while she continued to bob up and down on Seth's cock. Her breathing grew more ragged between her increasingly loud, lurid moans and feral grunts of arousal.

“GrrrrrRRR...." She growled lowly, leaning further into his chest as her hips bucked against his, growing more carnal with each thrust. “Your-Your dick's...driving me-me crazy, Luv!" She managed to yelp through parted teeth

Seth wanted to reply. Unfortunately, his breathing had become too wild and erratic to allow for a response. He had almost managed to utter a syllable before Cherry's pounding forced a sharp gasp out of his lungs that atomized the words.

Seth reached his hand out, digging his fingers into Cherry's thick, plush hips as she continued to thrust down on him; the fog of lust in his mind thickening with each powerful ripple of arousal. It was like a thunderstorm rolling across his brain, with every nerve ending in his phallus firing off jolts of electricity that traveled up his spine, similar to chain lighting, before blasting away at his own core. It was intense, overwhelming. And in the process, Seth's higher mind was growing increasingly choked and muffled over the deafening feral scream of his own primal desires.

Seth's hand's continued to wander forward, his body concurrently leaned up slightly, coming to rest on Cherry's pleasantly plump bottom, his fingers gripping at her soft, plush buttocks as he glared up at the canine hungrily.

“S-Seth? What ar-AH! F-FUCKIN'-!" Cherry jumped. A sting of pain crackled across her ass, quickly followed by an exhilarating shudder as she leaned her forehead on Seth's shoulder, the rhythm of her pumping staggered slightly before grinding to a halt, leaving his cock to pulse with anticipation inside her.

“Did-Did you just...slap-slap my arse?" Cherry barely managed to groan. Her mind was a little cloudy from the comedown, combined with the feeling of the impish lads hands beginning to knead the cushion of her bum like sourdough.

Seth didn't respond, however, now having become hyper-focused on the engulfing heat building in his loins. His own hunger was completely consuming him now, and in the process it had chased away any lingering sense of reluctance or doubt that had been holding him back. He was taking what he wanted, just as Cherry had asked him to.

“SSSSeth...you-you-ANH!" Cherry threw her head back, letting out an ecstatic cry from feeling Seth's tongue dance across her nipple. She could feel it slipping around her piercing, tugging at it playfully as he buried his head deeper into her chest. Cherry was quick to wrap her arms around his head, pulling him tighter against her body as she struggled to keep up her momentum. Once again, the fire inside of her was rapidly climbing, burning up her insides as she was left reeling from Seth's sudden change in demeanor. Already, she could feel her climax building, the walls of her sex clamping around Seth's cock with increasing aggression while her hips played catch up with Seth's own movements.

“G-god Seth...wha-?" Cherry panted, pushing some of Seth's hair away from his forehead as she began to place gentle kisses on his skin, his flesh feeling as though it were fire against her lips. “What-What's g-gotte-? OH ffffuck..." Cherry could feel the hungry devil grip her nipple between his teeth again, batting her piercing around with his tongue, teasing the flesh of her bud. In turn Cherry continued to trail kisses down his face as best as she could, stopping between gasps as she fought to keep some degree of focus. Her thoughts were muddled now; hazy and muffled. She had lost any semblance of her usual, cool-as-a-cucumber face. Like Seth, her animalistic hunger was quickly blocking out the non-essentials, and words were becoming increasingly unnecessary as they seemed to be growing increasingly in tune with each other's needs.

Gripping her paws on his head, Cherry pulled Seth away from her sensitive areola, giving him barely any time to take a gasp of breath before the punk rock canine had pulled her lovable loner into a deep and powerful kiss. Once again their tongues were exploring each other, dancing and coiling together, the pair concurrently moaning into each other's mouths.

Cherry had wrapped her arms around Seth's head, desperate to hold him there as she savored his taste. The feeling of his tongue running across her own sent extra little bolts of electricity down to her already overstimulated sex. Due to the angle, Cherry was struggling to keep bucking against Seth's hips, his cock staying more often than not snugly inside her sopping wet muff with the two squeezing each other as though they were holding on for dear life.

It seemed like an eternity before Cherry was forced to come up for air, letting out a hard gasp as she broke the kiss. But as soon as she did so, she felt Seth's arms quickly slide under her ass and her center of gravity quickly begin to shift.

“S-Seth wh-!?"

Cherry fell backward onto the bed, remaining fused to Seth by the hips while he pinned her to the mattress at the same time. His deep green eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that made her nethers quiver at the mere sight of them.

Gripping her shoulders tightly, Seth wasted no time picking up where Cherry had left off, spearing his sword as deeply as it would find purchase in her sheath as he began to pump away at her furiously.

“OH! O-OH! S-SETH!" Cherry squealed in delight while he continued to pound his cock in and out of her slick aching muff. “F-FUCKIN' HELL!" She hissed through grit teeth.

Cherry could swear that the human was hitting the entrance to her womb with each powerful thrust; every plunge stoked the raging inferno within until she felt as though she would simply burn away at any minute. She could feel her mind starting to melt under the rising climax, the pressure building more and more, dancing increasingly closer to the edge.

Cherry pulled herself tightly against his chest, holding on for dear life as she buried her face into his shoulder.

“F-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!" She shouted into his searing hot flesh. It wasn't an exclamation anymore. It was a request, a demand. She was addicted to it now, addicted to his cock. And in that moment, she couldn't conceive of ever giving it up. Of ever letting go even for a second as she began to desperately buck her hips back into his.

She was so close now, so very close. The spasms and contractions of her inner walls had grown wild and fevered as she neared her ultimate orgasm.

Seth could feel his own climax building, the heat in his loins growing to a rapid boil as the champagne bottle within was edging just shy of popping its cork.

“Cher-Cherry! I-I'm gonna-!"

Cherry reached a paw into his hair, wrapping the strands tightening around her fingers as she gripped herself tightly against him.

“I...I t-told you..."She whimpered. “...I'd n-never turn that d-down."

Drawing her lips close to his ear, Cherry let out a lurid, stuttering coo.

“G-give it t-to me. F-Fill me up, L-Luv."

“HNGA!"

Seth let out a sharp cry alongside one final, powerful thrust, burying his thick, meaty cock as deeply into Cherry's quivering pussy as it would allow. Bottoming out the hilt of his shaft, his vision seemed to go blurry. The pressure, the heat, all of it had been building to a mighty climax, and that final pump had been enough to push Seth over the edge.

“EYAAA~!"

Cherry lolled her head back, letting out a shriek of pleasure when she felt a sudden, blistering heat flood into the deepest reaches of her womb. Seth's liquid fire surged into her, his manhood blasting off round after round like it were a ship's cannon, spraying her insides with his essence. In response, her inner walls gripped his burning lance like a vise. Her muscles bared down, squeezing and pulsing wildly. Synchronously, she rode out one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. She almost felt dizzy, the few glimmers of reflecting light scattered across the room grew soft and fuzzier as it seemed to swirl around her. Her hips bucked involuntarily against his groin with each load he fired; her back arching as much as her desperate grip against his body would allow. Each pulse of blinding ecstasy rolled across her body like waves crashing against the shore.

The cork had popped, rocketing into the stratosphere; Seth gripped his mate with equal intensity. He trembled with each rope he pumped into her sweltering sex, each burst sending a fresh, nearly paralyzing electric pulse up his spine. Seth buried his head into Cherry's shoulder, letting out a dull groan as he continued to fill her. His grip kept firm, struggling to remain tethered to the earth. To her. To his punk rock goddess.

Cherry was beyond full now. She could feel Seth's fluids dribbling out of her. Each new eruption of cream causing the excess to ooze out from the edges of her nether lips, earning a shudder in the process.

The camper had fallen silent now, save for the pair's labored breathing as they held in place. Both mammals remained connected, locked in an embrace they tenaciously upheld. Soon, their shared release began to fade like a passing thunderstorm and slowly their muscles began to relax; the intoxicating cloud that had enveloped them had begun to dissipate.

Reluctantly, Seth was the first to ease his grip on Cherry. Moving with her, he slid the crimson canine to his side with great care, taking every effort to keep his sensitive shaft still nestled within the warmth and comfort of her delicate flower.

In turn, Cherry nuzzled up next to the man, laying her head against his chest as she draped her arms around him.

With the overall buzz of his orgasm fading, the lustful haze that had enveloped his mind had begun to clear, and with it came a return of coherent sensible thoughts, for the beast had returned to his cage.

“Cher-Cherry..." Seth murmured weakly, planting a soft kiss on top of her head. “That..." The man shook his head weakly, struggling to find the words.

“It...It was incredible, Luv'." Cherry replied. Seth could tell by the rising playful tone of her voice that the punk rock pup's usual demeanor was rebounding as quickly as his mind seemed to be.

“I have to admit...you sure rocked my world, what what~." She declared with a contented sigh, pushing her slick black bang of head fur out of her eye before emanating a chuckle.

Seth simply stared out into the darkened RV beyond his mate. Despite having recovered to some degree, he was still left feeling somewhat speechless by the whole experience.

“I-I can't... can't even..." He stuttered weakly. “It was indescribable."

Seth felt his shaft twitch as another weak spurt of fluid dribbled into Cherry, causing both to let out low quivering moans.

“Wa-Wait..." Seth muttered, drawing a hand through his hair, the realization suddenly striking him. “Oh man,...should we have used protection or something?"

He turned his attention downward, looking at the canine snuggled into his chest with mild concern.

Cherry glanced up at him, batting her eyelids softly.

“Pft...we're fine." She replied, her usual smirk plastered on her muzzle, despite the lingering dreamy look in her eyes. “Probably too much of a species gap to really have to worry about it anyway, eh...?"

Seth bit his lip, furrowing his brow slightly in concern. “Yeah...but...but?"

Cherry patted the patch of brown chest hair reassuringly. “Relax hon. I'm on the pill anyway." She chuckled.

Placing a paw under his chin, Cherry smiled sweetly up at him.

“Besides, I already told you I'd never turn 'that' down from you." She continued.

Drawing her paw up to his cheek, the canine gave it an affectionate pat.

“And the last thing I was gonna do was let you stop to put on a johnnie during a shag that good." She said, matter of factly. “I wasn't going to settle for anything less than having you finish inside me; it was non-negotiable." There was an odd lilt of seriousness to her tone, as if she really meant what she was saying. Seth managed a weak chuckle.

“What happened to getting me to take control?" Cherry rolled her eyes. “I told you not to hold back. There's a difference." She giggled. “And 'not holding back' includes cumming inside me."

Glancing down at her nethers, Cherry could barely make out in the glow of the warm lava light the glimmer of white sticky fluid still dribbling out from around the base of where his shaft remained buried within her to the hilt.

“And blimey did you cum in me, Gods..." She laughed, running a paw through her bang and drawing it out of her face once more.

“Uh...Sor-Sorry?" Seth muttered, his tone slightly apologetic, but more amused than anything.

Cherry booped Seth's nose playfully, flashing him a sarcastic glare.

“Hon, don't apologize for that, seriously." She replied, letting out a soft, satisfied groan. “I don't think anyone's ever filled me up quite like that before."

Cherry looked deeply into Seth's eyes. Her deep, shimmering aquamarine pools flickering with renewed excitement and lust as she flashed him a mischievous smile.

“In fact, I'm hoping you're willing to do that a few more times tonight...?" She cooed lustfully, walking two fingers up Seth's chest as she spoke before flattening an affectionate palm against his chest tuft. Seth smirked in response.

“Oh, I can definitely go again..." Her new beau replied confidently.

Cherry's impish grin widened, the canine letting out a soft growl as she bit at her lower lip seductively.

“Good." She replied. “Let's see how long we can make this night last."

It was probably close to dawn by the time Seth's trailer had stopped rattling and shaking on its axles. The sounds of their lovemaking carrying across the crisp autumn air into the night. While neither Seth or Cherry had considered the idea of trying to keep a tally of sorts, both of them would have lost count by the time they had ultimately finished. The couple had managed to go at it for several hours before ultimately passing out in each other's arms, Seth's punk rock goddess nuzzled up to his chest as they slept what little bit of the night remained blissfully away.

Seth in particular had fallen into a deep and peaceful sleep, content in the knowledge that regardless of what the morning would bring, he would have no regrets. Cherry knew how he felt now, and then some. And what's more, she felt the same way. The sexual attraction, the adoration, it was all mutual between them. Where they would go from here, Seth couldn't be sure. For once in his life, he hadn't even concerned himself with bringing that up as soon as he thought of it. That was a worry for tomorrow's Seth, something that could be discussed in the morning over a cup of coffee, or in Cherry's case, “a cuppa tea and a jaffa cake". For now, he was happy to live in this moment forever, in the arms of his punk rock goddess.

But moments are, by their very nature, fleeting. The contentment. The peaceful feeling. It all began to quickly fade when Seth's slumber was disturbed by the slow creep of heat over his face, along with the blaring light clawing at his tightly shut eyelids.

He groaned blearily, raising a hand over his eyes. He fought to squint from behind the impromptu shadow. His curtains were wide open now, and it took him a few moments to break from his dreamy-like haze to realize he had left them closed the night before.

With a huff, Seth gripped his arm out across his mattress, blindly pawing out for the familiar warmth and comfort of Cherry's slumbering form. But it failed to find her.

That alone was enough to perk the man up to a sitting position. He rubbed one of his eyes roughly, glancing at the now vacant space next to him. There was no trace of his punk rock goddess. Merely a slight divot left in the mattress cushion from where she had spent the night previously.

It was only then that Seth realized just how unnervingly quiet the camper was, feeling almost lifeless as Seth began to scan his surroundings. Blinking rapidly as if he were unsure he was seeing things properly. Glancing around the floor, Seth could see his clothes, including what remained of his ruined boxer shorts. However, there was not a trace of Cherry's clothing anywhere. Hell, there wasn't even a single sign of her presence.

Seth braced his neck with his hand, rubbing it uncomfortably.

“C-Cherry?" He called out quietly.

Again, he was met with silence. Nothing save but the stray tweet of a morning bird from outside the RV.

“Cherry?" The concerned chap called out more confidently.

Once more, he was met with no response. The quiet atmosphere felt increasingly stifling as he waited.

“Maybe...she's outside already?" Seth mused.

Slipping off of his bed, Seth quickly cobbled together his clothes from the previous night. Snagging a fresh pair of underwear out of his dresser, he began to make his way to the front of the camper. The worried human made quick work of his underwear, and was struggling to slide his jeans up as he hopped over to the door. Reaching out for the handle, there was a concurrent struggle with the top button in his rush to get outside. It was only when he made a reach for the doorknob did he come to an abrupt halt when he felt the brush of paper against his fingers.

Seth winced, his attention quickly shifting to find that a note had been taped to the handle. The shaggy drifter was completely frozen in that moment, looking through the scrap of loose leaf as though it simply wasn't there. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling a deep frown crawl across his lips. He quietly prayed to himself that the note didn't mean what he thought it meant; that what his mind was rapidly piecing together was simply untrue, and when he opened his eyes the note would simply be gone. But reality wasn't so kind, and Seth opened his eyes to find the note still perched in the same spot.

With a somber sigh, Seth wrested the note free of the handle and began to read.

“Dear Seth,

I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, but I've always been terrible with them. I know this must be...pretty confusing for you after last night. I do care about you. A lot. I have for a while. And I didn't want to _...__ I didn't mean_...It was meaningful to me. I don't want you to think I was just looking for some quick one night stand, as if you were just my friend with benefits or something. You are my best friend, and I lov you mean the world to me. I want to stay, a part of me really wants to stay with you. To try the relationship thing. But...I've already stayed for so long, and I'm afraid that if I stay for longer, I'll never finish my trip across the country.

I've never been one for staying still. You get that, right? You were the same way before you got snagged by this whole 'campsite manager' thing. It's my dream, y'know?

God, reading this back, it just sounds awful.... I'll understand if you never want to see me again. I'll get it if you hate me now. I hate me and I'm the one writing this. But if not, I'd...I mean I'll visit you. If you want. Once I'm done with this whole motorbike ride across the country thing. Maybe we can pick up where we left off then?

Thanks for making my last night at the Dunwich Campground unforgettable.

With love,

Cherry ?"

Seth crumpled the note up quickly and tossed it behind him before spilling out of his camper and into the morning light. The shirtless chump stumbled out into the open, placing a hand above his eyes he began to frantically scan for any sign of Cherry, her bike, anything. Tears welling in the corners of his eyes as he searched in desperation... But there was no sign of her anywhere. Not a trace of the maroon-furred canine. She was well and truly gone.

Slowly the human sank to his knees, hanging his head in sadness as the weight of what had occurred truly hit home. She had left. After everything that happened the night before, Cherry had still gone through with leaving the camp. She hadn't even stayed to tell him in person, to give him a chance to plead with her not to go now that they knew where each other stood. Part of him felt foolish for just assuming last night would have drastically changed her plans, but the other part of him felt positively gutted. It felt as though he had been used, regardless of what Cherry's note had told him, that she had played with his emotions for nothing more than a cheap thrill to make her final night at camp more exciting. He couldn't help but wonder at that moment if she had ever actually cared about him. She did stay at the camp for the whole summer after all, so why did she stay if not for him? It didn't make any sense to Seth, and as he struggled to piece together just why everything had happened at all, he could feel the hot, wet tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.

This was worse than any of his dreams, any of his fantasies involving the crimson rock queen he had once called his best friend. At least with his dreams, as painful as it felt when they abruptly ended, there was at the very least a solace in the fact that they were merely dreams. But this was real. Last night had really happened, and yet he still awoke to find himself alone; only now he was heartbroken on top of it.

Over the next few weeks, Seth performed his camp manager duties with little fanfare or enthusiasm. There was no one to keep him company, to help him through the lingering heartbreak that Cherry had left him riddled with. Roscoe would have been the stallion to talk about matters of the heart with; he more than likely would have had a pearl of advice to ease Seth's pain. But the horse had left before he had woken up that fateful morning, perhaps even earlier than when Cherry had snuck away. And Seth hadn't dared to tell Moe or Goldie, as Moe wouldn't have understood at best & made a bad joke at worst, and Goldie would have been too flustered at the idea of what happened to give any meaningful advice. Instead, a sullen Seth elected to mask up with a brave face while he saw the pair of them off later in the day. He even gritted his teeth to keep a stray tear from slipping out. And with their departure, Seth found himself well and truly alone.

In a way, it was no different than his days on the road, driving his camper from place to place in the same way Cherry was now presumably doing with her motorcycle. But back then, he was comfortable with being alone; satisfied with the nomadic lifestyle. The sense of adventure and exploration was thrilling and fulfilling. Now? Now he just felt hollow inside. Like a shambling husk, an automaton that went about the simple tasks of winterizing the site because he no longer knew how to do anything else.

Within days, a ripple of oranges, yellows and reds burned across the tree-lines and crept up the mountains & into the valleys as fall began to seep into the Dunwich Campground proper. The crisp night air had begun to filter into the daylight hours, and each gust carried with it an increasing number of autumn leaves, causing them to dance across the sky. All the while, Seth continued to mindlessly maintain the campground. By now, He had moved a majority of his belongings into the cabin. While he had once been semi-reluctant to sleep somewhere other than the camper that had been his home away from home for more than six months, the recent events that had taken place inside it had spurred an urgency to evacuate the place. The memories of that night had not only been burned into his mind, but into the mattress as well. Thankfully, the cabin had a couch, and while it hadn't made for the most comfortable sleep, to Seth, it was more preferable than the alternative.

It had been three weeks since the camp had closed down for the season. Three weeks of Seth just going through the motions, spending his days scrounging up whatever busy-work he could find to distract himself from the heartache, and crashing on the sofa early in the evening before passing into an uncomfortable, uneasy nights sleep. It was slowly becoming his routine, his new normal. Each quiet day whittling by as Seth simply did what was expected of him, with no audience other than the silent majesty of nature. It was a sight that used to thrill him once, but now he found himself simply staring through it more often than not. He had slowly grown used to the quiet, the usual clumsy clatter from Moe, the lack of Roscoe's familiar rumbling chortle, Goldie's usual squealing when discovering something new & exciting, and of course, Cherry's record player cranked up to full blast. Seth hadn't even touched his own record collection since he had moved into the cabin, despite the sometimes agonizing temptation to break the deafening silence of the increasingly long autumn nights. It reminded him too much of her. It was too soon to bear it. And so, Seth slowly learned to live with the quiet of the hills. It eventually grew comfortable in it's own way, if a bit unnerving.

It was the weeks of enduring that pervasive silence, existing in it without making so much of a peep of his own, that made it so startling when he found himself suddenly awoken from another uncomfortable night on the couch by what sounded like the rumble of thunder in the distance.

The exhausted man let out a groan as he nestled his head deeper into the arm of the couch, keeping his tired eyes buried behind the veil of scratchy plaid fabric as he tried to ignore it. However, his ears defied him, zeroing in on the only notable sound they had heard in weeks with almost frightening precision. The thunder continued to growl, longer than any rumble he had ever heard before, and as his ears fixed on the sound more intently, it became increasingly familiar to him.

It was only when he was able to make out the sputtering pop of exhaust leaving a tail pipe clearly did Seth actually stir from his sleep, the man raising his head blearily from the couch as he pawed at the bags under his eyes. Judging by the light filtering in from the windows, he guessed it had to be around noon. This tended to be the time of day when at least one or two folks drove onto the property looking for directions, so the first thought was that it was simply more lost tourists. However, as the fog of slumber clouding his mind continued to rapidly fade, the haunting familiarity of the engine's exhaust pattern quickly became clear.

Seth's bloodshot green eyes shot open in realization. He launched off the sofa and stumbled to his feet. The roar of a motorcycle grew louder.

“There's no way..." He whispered to himself, rapidly making tracks for the front door. Slowly at first, but as the sudden ignition of hope in his formerly hollowed heart began to swell, so too did the speed of his stride increase; from a walk, to a brisk jog. By the time Seth had rounded the stairs, he had graduated to a full-on sprint.

“I-It's not her...It can't be…" He repeated his own doubtful thoughts aloud. Yet despite the certainty of that statement to his rational mind, his stride never slowed.

Gripping the front doorknob with a trembling hand, Seth whipped it open so hard, it caused the hinges to groan audibly. The door had barely been all the way open before the man had darted out into the yard, running at full speed down the walkway and into the center of the camp's main road before finally coming to a stop.

Glancing down the road, he could already easily make out the familiar bright red motorcycle cruising toward him. Let alone the unmistakable silhouette of its owner. Clad in a biker jacket, with her favorite tight spider web tee underneath that matched her helmet which did little to hide her identity. She came to a stop just a few feet from the bewildered campsite commissary.

Killing the engine, the shapely female form slipped off the side of her bike, setting her kickstand in place before she began to confidently stride towards Seth.

She started slowly lifting her helmet as she walked. Seth watched in disbelief as the mask pulled away to reveal the maroon red-furred face of Cherry herself, her black bang slipping free of her helmet and draping over her eye. She tossed the helmet to the ground carelessly.

As it hit the gravel with a loud clatter, she burst into a sprint. That unforgettable smug smile of hers grew wider and wider as she barreled toward the man. Her man. Seth barely had time to spread his arms out before Cherry had jumped into his chest, wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his back tightly as she pressed her lips against his.

It was a passionate kiss that carried with it a different sort of energy than the one Seth felt the night they had made love for the first time. It wasn't just a sensation of lust, but something deeper than that. And as he gave into her kiss, the hole that had been sitting in the center of his chest began to rapidly fill with the previous warmth and life that had left him. His heart swelled with love, feeling as though it was practically ready to burst from his chest.

They stayed like that for a while before Cherry reluctantly broke the kiss, the canine slipping out of the man's grasp as she stood up, though taking his hands in her soft familiar paws. For a moment, Seth was dumbfounded. The drunk afterglow of her kiss mingling with the shock of simply seeing her again left him mute for a few moments before he finally managed to come to his senses.

“Che-Cherry?" Seth sputtered. “You…You came back?"

Cherry nodded, her prideful smirk returning. She placed a paw against her side and cocked her hips before unzipping her jacket.

“Of course I did." She replied.

“But why?" He continued. “I thought...I mean...you said…?" Seth awkwardly braced the back of neck with a hand.

After shedding the jacket, the punk rocker placed a paw over her stomach, rubbing it appreciatively. It was only then that Seth realized she looked just a little bigger than the last time he had seen her.

“Well I couldn't let my little pup grow up without her dad in her life, what what?" Cherry grinned.

Seth's jaw dropped, the color quickly draining from his face as he broke into a cold sweat.

“Y-You?! I?! We?!" The man stammered awkwardly. “B-But I thought you said-?!"

Cherry's smirk split into a toothy grin before she burst into a full-on cackle, doubling over for a moment from the intensity of the fit. Her reaction only managed to further confuse Seth; that was until she pulled a rolled-up towel out from under her shirt and tossed it at him.

The towel simply plopped against his chest before falling into the dirt, while Seth's reaction time was completely hampered by all the information his brain was struggling to process at once.

“Of course not, you daft git!" She giggled. “I told you I was on the pill."

While her admission was enough to slightly relieve Seth, it had only set him back to square one in terms of his line of questioning.

“B-But then…?" Seth murmured.

Bringing her arms around Seth once more, her deep blue eyes met his own as she gifted him a loving smile.

“Turns out..." She sighed softly. “...the call of the open road wasn't as appealing as I used to think it was."

Placing another soft kiss on Seth's lips, she gently caressed his cheek as she did so.

“It was completely drowned out by the call to come back to you." She cooed sweetly.

“Cherry..." Seth whimpered. He could feel the start of tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

“I love you, ya mug." She chuckled, though sounding a little choked up herself.

“I-I love you too..." Seth sniffled, flashing the canine a loving smile of his own as they drew together for another passionate kiss.

Breaking the kiss, the pair kept their foreheads leaned against one another; their eyes glimmering with love and admiration for one another (as well as some tears from both) as they basked in the moment. Cherry blessed Seth with another sly smirk..

“I take it you won't mind having an extra cabin-mate for the winter?" Cherry said with a giggle.

Swabbing his eyes, Seth did his best to force a smug smirk of his own to his lips.

“I think I can manage." He replied, his voice breaking slightly as he laughed. “Although we're probably going to have to double up on the s'mores."