Going Camping
A nice clearing in a peaceful forest; it was a perfect scene for those that sought a bit of peace in these times of turbulences, or where just wishing to admire what nature could produce if left alone long enough. Perhaps it wasn't the only area that had those traits, but the number mattered little, as the more of them would be available to people, the more the population could enjoy their benefits.
Remian was one of them, determined on having a good time this weekend, although this was the first time he was going to go camping. It was a strange, yet exciting experience, for he wasn't sure what was going to happen there.
Would he get lost in the woods while searching for supplies? Would lightning strike a tree and start a terrifying forest fire? Or would nothing happen, giving him time to relax, before returning home? This wasn't the time to worry, but to empty his mind of the worries of that filled his week, so he could come back and be more productive.
Setting his tent, he looked at the horizon, feeling the breeze on his scales; it was indeed a nice place where he could pass a nice weekend, no doubt about it. The activities that would fill it were still to be determined, but he was sure that with time, he would find plenty of them.
Although it was early in the afternoon, he decided to gather some firewood; it would allowing him to explore the woods, permitting him to map it in his mind for later explorations, when he would engage in another activity. Grabbing his backpack, he headed out, determined to fill his mind with wonders.
There was a small trail on the ground, one that seemed a bit out of use, but still good enough to be used. He wasn't sure where it would lead, but he knew that he could always turn back and head back to camp.
The trees were quite beautiful around here; he wanted to lose himself in the beauty that surrounded him, but if he would do so, then there was a chance that he wouldn't see the time pass and would end up there in the middle of the night.
He continued on his path, hearing what sounded like the dripping of water; perhaps there was a small waterfall not so far. It could be an interesting sight, one that could allow him to meditate and bring forth some inner peace.
Reaching his destination, he noticed there was a small pond, one that seemed to be receding; perhaps it was affected by a seasonal heat wave and it would fill up later in the year, as the weather would allow it.
He looked at it; if it was bigger, he could have fished in it, but in its current state, it wasn't big enough for him to produce a splash from it. He was about to leave it as a simple part of his journey when he noticed something.
He thought that it was just an empty pool of water, but as he looked closer, he could see that it was filled to the brim with tiny fishes, that were quite similar to eels. They were struggling, as the water level was not enough for them to survive; without an intervention from him, their fate would be sealed, but what could he do?
Perhaps there was something in his backpack that could help; placing it on the ground, he opened it, searching for anything that could be of use in this situation. It was filled with tools and rations, but nothing that he could use in this situation.
Until he found a half-filled water bottle; it was a small bottle and the fishes wouldn't last long trapped in it, but was better than nothing else, for the moment. There was a large funnel; perhaps he could use it to put them in the bottle...
Moving toward the puddle, he opened the bottle and placed near the water hoping that the creatures would move in the bottle, so he could move them. There was a chance that they wouldn't respond to what he was doing, but he had to try.
The eels seemed to respond well to the bottle, entering it without hesitating, but as he thought, it was soon filled to the brim, leaving them little place to swim. Even though it was temporary, he had the impression that it would be fatal for them; they needed a larger space, until he would find a bigger pond.
He looked around, an idea rising in his mind; although he could search for another water hole, there was a way to give more space to the eels, so he wouldn't have to hurry that much while searching for another area.
Searching in his bag, he grabbed a cup and filled it with some of the remaining water of the pond, which was just enough to fill it. Moving back to his bag, he started stripping down, placing his clothes on the side, the gentle wind caressing his now nude body.
Grabbing the funnel, he decided to lie on his stomach, making sure he was comfortable, before he would take care of placing the funnel. Pushing it, he made sure that it was set in place, so the rest of the process would go smoothly.
Taking the cup, he poured the water in the funnel, feeling it flood it inside him, a strange, yet comfortable sensation stirring in his loins. The cold liquid filled him a bit, preparing him for what was going to happen.
Hesitating a moment, he took the bottle and looked at it for a moment; this was the moment to decide if he wanted to go on with the plan he had in mind or if this would be enough for now, to return to camp so he would rethink his strategy.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and removed the bottle cap, bringing it near the funnel. His breath accelerating, he tipped the bottle, so water and eels could escape from it.
As the water started to fill the funnel, the fishes moved out of the bottle, following the stream; gasping, he felt one teasing his entrance for a moment, poking at his flesh, before pushing inside, following the flow.
Before long, others followed it, as he felt them pushing through his resistance, exploring him, as the bottle was slowly emptying. His member, that was rising a bit from the presence of water, was now throbbing with the constant stimulation that the eels were providing, pushing, exploring and swimming in him.
Moaning, the last ones entered him, joining the ones that swam freely deep him, providing him a stimulation he never thought possible. Rocking his hips, he searched in his bag for an item, one that would be important before the stimulation would be too great.
His hand digging in the items, he grabbed what he was seeking, a wooden cork; removing the funnel, he hurried and inserted the cork deep in him, so it would keep the water and eels in him. This wasn't the time to let it flow out of him, not when he worked so hard to place them in him.
As he finished, he felt his body rocked by a powerful orgasm, jets after jets of his semen gorging the ground, as the cork in him held in place, making sure the content was still deep in him.
Caressing his stomach and his rear, as he could still feel swimming in him, he placed his clothes in his bag and decided to seek out a new pond...