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Obligatory Content Warning: It's 2017 and I still do these silly things! Anyway, the following story contains CUB NUDITY, KISSING, and GAY THINGS. Also RETROACTIVE CONTINUITY, hereby known as "retcon," of my big story series or some shit. OMFG. If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because blah de blah de blah warned tags THINGS. For everyone I haven't scared off (probably most of you at this point), enjoy~

July in the Green Mountains possessed a character different from what Robbie was used to back home. Without the moderating influence of the Atlantic, the summers days felt warmer, the nights cooler. That, he could almost handle. But being dropped into the middle of a crowd of other cubs around his age and left here for a week? Were his parents nuts?!

The chubby eleven year old fox felt a large paw clap down on his shoulder as he scanned the multi-specied crowd. "Well, here we are," his father said. "Try to have fun, okay?"

"Okay, dad," he said, only half listening as his eyes darted left and right, searching for a familiar face.

The older fox patted his son on the head, and dropped to one knee. "Scared?" he asked.

Robbie almost nodded, but quickly caught himself, shaking his head firmly. He couldn't let his fear show. He'd be eaten alive! "O-of course not! Why would I be scared? It's just summer camp... and Martin's gonna be here, right?"

His father chuckled. "Alright, kiddo." He embraced his son. The kit tentatively returned the hug. "See you in a week!" the elder fox said, and turned to leave.

"Bye," the kit said weakly. He looked around again, searching once again for his friend.

"Hey, Robbie!"

The kit turned to face the direction of the voice. A streak of gray fur darted from the crowd, heading right for him. "Martin!" Robbie cried. Relief at last.

The two pups grasped hands. "Wassup, man?" Martin asked.

"Eh, not much," Robbie said with a shrug. "Couldn't talk my parents out of this, so here I am."

Martin laughed. "Oh, come on, Robbie. It'll be fun! A week away from home, sleeping under the stars, doing all sorts of fun outdoorsie stuff... it'll be great! You'll see!"

"Yeah, great," Robbie said, tucking his tail between his legs.

"Missing home already?" Martin asked, reading his friend's mind. Robbie nodded despite himself. "Me, too, but it'll be okay. We've got each other!" The two pups smiled at each other.

"All new campers, over here!" The pups looked over. One of the counselors, a squirrel, was standing on an overturned soapbox with a megaphone summoning the new campers. The two pups walked over, unconsciously grasping each other's paws.

Once all the first year campers assembled, the counselor addressed the cubs. "Welcome to Camp Leaky Creek! My name's Jerry, and I'm one of the counselors here," he said. "You'll be able to identify staff by our sky blue shirts. Now, you boys will be sharing tents while you're here. If you have buddies, feel free to pair up with them. Once you're paired up, I'll continue."

A general murmur arose among the cubs, and they divided themselves into pairs. Robbie and Martin just smiled at each other.

When the cubs quieted, Jerry continued. "You'll be pitching your own tents. If you need help, ask one of the counselors. I'm sure some of our veterans will be glad to help you, too," he said. "Follow me, and I'll show you all around."

The counselor leapt from the soap box, and waved after him, leading the mob of cubs around the camp. "This is the mess hall," Jerry said as he passed a large wooden building. "All of your meals will be served here. There are tables and benches inside, or you can eat outside, weather permitting. And please be kind to Lucinda and Greg. They try their best to make their food edible. Key word 'try,'" he said, grinning at the wave of giggles from the group. "Breakfast is served from six to eight a.m., lunch from noon to one, dinner's at six."

Their next stop was the athletic fields. "I'm sure you all saw these coming in," Jerry said, "But just to make sure, we've got our fields over here. We organize soccer and baseball games at 10am and 2pm, and we do pick up ultimate frisbee and dodgeball pretty much all day. I'm sure some of you boys may be competitive, but we ask that you keep it friendly!" the squirrel said, giving the group a stern look. His attempt at seriousness was met with a wave of giggles, which quickly transformed the adult's face into a goofy grin.

"Do we have to, though?" a pup piped up.

Jerry chuckled and shook his head. "Let's put it this way: you cause trouble at camp, you get sent home early. And I'm sure most of your parents won't be happy about that. No refunds on your camp fee if you act up."

A murmur rose up from the group, but quickly died down.

"Don't worry about it too much," Jerry said. "Just try to have fun and mind the counselors. We're here to make sure you guys are safe and have a good time. Got it?"

A round of yeahs greeted the squirrel, and Jerry clapped his paws.

"Excellent!" the squirrel said. "Now, let's continue..."

The chubby fox found himself spacing out a little as the group was led around camp. Arts and crafts and archery seemed like fun, and the lake held a lot of promise, but he could do without the hiking and obstacle course.

As the camp tour came to an end, Martin elbowed the fox's side. "So, see anythin' ya wanna do, Robs?" he asked.

Robbie shrugged. "Eh... you know I'm not much for sports... might be fun to swim in the lake and do arts and crafts and stuff, but I still think the whole outdoorsy thing just isn't for me."

"You'll try to have fun, though, right?" Martin said. "If you don't, I'll MAKE you!"

"Alright, boys, that's our camp!" Jerry called out. "Now it's time to set up your tents. We've got them all laid out. First come, first served. Don't worry, there's enough for all of you! If you need help, you can ask any counselor. We'll be going around making sure all your tents are set up correctly. As always, have fun!"

The afternoon passed in a blur for Robbie. Three times he'd messed up Martin's attempt to get the tent up. They had to get an older camper and a counselor to finally help them untangle it and get it set up. Even though they were friendly, the chubby fox couldn't help but to feel shame for how thoroughly he'd managed to bungle tent assembly.

It didn't help his mood when he looked at the schedule of activities and saw a group hike planned for Wednesday. Three miles?!? Were they trying to kill him?! At least there was plenty of flex time on the other days that he could fill with some less-physical activities.

Dinner time didn't come quick enough. Robbie stuck close to Martin as they navigated the line for food. Once they had their plates piled full, the wolf led the fox through the maze of tables.

Martin stopped by a table that was occupied by two other boys who looked about their age. "Hey," Martin said. "Mind if we sit here?"

"Sure!" said one of the boys, a raccoon. "I mean, uh, go ahead. We don't mind. Or I don't, at least."

The wolf laughed and set his tray down, then stepped over the bench, sitting in the middle. "I getcha. C'mon, Robs, have a seat."

Robbie set his tray down and slid onto the edge of the bench next to Martin. "H-hi," he said.

"Hi!" said the other boy, a red squirrel. "My name's Steve! I'm from Concord!"

"Mass or New Hampshah?" Martin asked.

The squirrel giggled. "New Hampshire," he replied.

"Darn," Martin said. "Anyway, I'm Martin, and this is Robbie. We're from Oakfield, Mass."

"Where's that?" the raccoon asked.

"It's near Boston," Robbie said. "Like, half hour drive from the city."

The other boys nodded. "Cool," the raccoon said. "I'm Larry, by the way. I'm from Manchester, New Hampshire."

Martin laughed. "Guess it makes sense we'd find more New Hampshirites than Massholes, huh?"

Steve gasped. "You said a bad word!" the squirrel whispered.

"Nuh uh!" Martin said.

"Clever workaround," Robbie said. He shrugged and grabbed his fork, digging into his beans with gusto.

"So what are you guys looking forward to most at camp?" Martin asked.

"Oh man, so much!" Steve said. "There's that high ropes course I gotta do before we leave. And arts and crafts. The hike's gonna be awesome! I'm gonna be seein' how many different bird species I can spot while we're in the woods!"

The wolf laughed. "Aw, man, that's gonna be sweet! Maybe we'll even find some feathers on the trail!" He turned to the raccoon. "What about you, Larry?"

"Going home," the raccoon deadpanned.

Robbie slammed his fork down and pointed at Larry. "See?! This guy gets it!"

Martin elbowed Robbie in the side. "Oh, come on, Robs, camp's gonna be awesome!"

The fox groaned and shook his head. "We'll see."

"It can't be ALL bad," Larry offered. "I mean, there's arts and crafts, there's archery, there's swimming and canoeing in the lake. I really wanna shoot and bow and arrow. That's my goal for camp."

The fox shrugged. "I guess. Still don't think I'll survive the hike."

"You'll be fiiiiine," Martin said. He scarfed down half of his hot dog in three huge bites, then addressed the other boys. "This your first time at camp?"

"Mmhmm," they each said.

"Us, too," Martin said.

"So what do you guys like to do at home?" Larry asked.

"Well, Rob and I play a lot of video games," Martin said.

That was just the catalyst Robbie needed to get drawn out of his shell. The boys quickly took up an animated discussion of their favorite games and platforms. They were in the middle of debating which Final Fantasy was the best when one of the counselors, an otter, approached their table, followed by a very small looking boy.

"Hey, kits," the otter said. "This little guy's looking for some friends. You mind if he joins you?"

"Not at all! The more, the merrier!" Martin cried. "Come on, have a seat!"

The pup quietly slipped behind the fox and wolf and sat down. He was a border collie. His lower muzzle had white fur, and the rest of his head was black, save for a diamond of white between his eyes, and a white right ear. His black tail drooped low behind him.

"Hey there!" Martin said. "I'm Martin. The fox next to me is Robbie."

"I'm Steve!" the squirrel volunteered. His tail twitched wildly behind him.

"And I'm Larry," the raccoon said. He lifted his cup and nodded toward the pup, then took a long sip of his drink.

"What's your name?" Martin asked.

The boy whimpered softly. "Ch-charles," he said. "B-but everyfur calls me Chuck."

"Chuck! That's a cool name," Martin said. He patted the pup on the back, giggling a little at the way the border collie jumped. "Where're ya from?"

Robbie leaned forward to see the pup around Martin. It seemed pretty clear that he was nervous, maybe even scared.

"I-I'm from M-m-massachusetts," Chuck muttered.

"No way!" Martin said. "What town? Robbie and I are from Oakfield."

The pup's eyes widened. "R-r-really? M-me, too."

Martin laughed and threw an arm around the pup's shoulders. "Awesome! Oh man, Robs, we'll have to hang out with him after camp."

"So, getting back to video games," Steve said.

Their conversation started up again as though it hadn't been interrupted. Robbie glanced over every now and then, noting that Chuck didn't seem all that engaged. He shrugged it off. After all, he wasn't really saying all that much, either. Their debate raged right up until the counselors started herding the boys outside for the nightly bonfire.

An hour and a half of stories and campfire songs followed dinner. The boys stuck together, integrating seamlessly into the mass of cubs around the fire, though Robbie noted once again that Chuck was quieter than the rest. He wondered if maybe the pup was already as worn out as he was. After all, he looked pretty small and frail.

The evening faded into a blur for the fox. All of the other cubs, the noise, the confusion. It was too much for him. When the counselors finally dismissed the cubs to their tents, Robbie was one of the first to break away from the group to seek shelter.

He let out a sigh of relief as he flopped down in the tent. He was exhausted, and it was only day one! They hadn't even really DONE much today! How was he going to survive a whole week of this?

The fox shut his eyes. Gods, did he want to go home.

"Night, guys!"

Ziiiiip. From the voice, Robbie knew that Martin had just gotten back to the tent. The wolf seemed to be having a great time. Martin was making new friends far more quickly and easily than Robbie did. A twinge of jealousy flashed across the fox's mind. As quick as it came, it was gone, leaving the fox alone in the tent with his best friend.

"You okay there, Robs?"

"Eh... I guess?" Robbie replied.

"At least get your sleeping bag out before you pass out, jeez."

The fox groaned. "Oh, fine," he said. Robbie pushed himself up and stretched his arms. Gods, he was tired.

It took far more energy than he suspected just to grab his rolled up sleeping bag. His fingers felt like lead as he undid the knots on the strings holding it together. He yawned as he half-heartedly started to lay it out across the bottom of the tent.

"Here, lemme help," Martin said. The wolf crawled over and rolled the fox's sleeping bag down. "There we go!" He giggled and gave a quick look around the tent. "Not as roomy as it looks once you've got the bags laid out. Hope you don't mind gettin' cozy, bud."

Robbie shrugged. It didn't really bother him. After all, they were friends, right? So what if they ended up a little close?

The chubby fox worked the zipper down the side of his sleeping bag, opening it up. As he finished, he looked up to see Martin pulling off his shirt.

"Oh, uh... d-d'ya want some privacy to change?" Robbie asked.

"Nah," Martin replied. "I mean, come on. We've seen each other naked before!" he said, keeping his voice low. "Remember all those times we'd get muddy playing in the back yard and your mom would have us take baths together?"

How could the fox forget? He blushed just thinking back on it. Martin hadn't minded at all, and his mom treated it like it was nothing, but it still took several baths together before he got used to the idea.

"But we haven't done that in years," Robbie whispered.

"So?" Martin said. The wolf casually pulled his shorts down, keeping his boxers on. "I usually sleep naked at home, but if that'd bother you, I can keep my undies on."

Robbie's blush deepened. It still felt a little weird to him. But he didn't want to interfere with what made his friend comfortable. And Martin had a point. It's not like they hadn't seen each other naked before. "Nah, man. You do you," Robbie said.

Martin grinned and gave his hips a little wiggle, then tugged his boxers down and off. That seemed a little odd, but then, Martin could be a little odd in general. The fox didn't think anything of it.

"You gonna change, too?" Martin asked.

"Eh, I guess," Robbie said. He unceremoniously tugged his shirt off and tossed it over his backpack. His shorts and briefs quickly followed, leaving the boy as bare as his friend. "Well... g'night," Robbie said. He crawled forward and laid down in his sleeping bag, pulling the top half over him.

For a minute, everything was quiet, save for the chirping of crickets. Martin tapped the fox's shoulder.

"Hm?" Robbie looked over his shoulder at the wolf.

"You sure you're okay?" the wolf said.

"Yeah," Robbie said. He turned away from the wolf. Of course he wasn't okay. He was hating this whole 'camp' thing, and it had barely begun, but he couldn't tell Martin that.

"Miss your folks?" Martin whispered.

The fox flicked his ears. "M... maybe a little," he replied.

It was quiet again for a moment. "Do, uh... do you wanna share a sleeping bag tonight? It feels less lonely when you've got someone to cuddle," the wolf said.

Now, that caught the fox off guard. Robbie rolled around in his sleeping bag and looked at the wolf incredulously. "Dude," he whispered, "We're both boys, and naked, and you wanna sleep together?"

Martin blushed a little, himself. "I know, but Robs, I don't like seeing you sad," he said. "I just thought that maybe..." He sighed and turned away. "Sorry. That was a dumb thing to say."

Robbie stared at Martin's back. He'd never known his friend to be embarrassed by anything. "Martin, are YOU okay?" the fox asked.

The wolf sighed and shrugged. "I... I dunno..."

The fox raised an eyebrow. This wasn't like Martin at all. Maybe secretly Martin was scared, too? "Well... I guess you can sleep with me, if you wanna..."

It took a moment for the wolf respond. When he turned back to face the fox, his eyes seemed a little shinier than usual. "Thanks," he whispered.

Robbie scooted back as the wolf shimmied down into the sleeping bag. It felt so weird being so close to another boy, especially since they were both naked. Their chests were pressed up against each other, their sheaths practically touching. Then Robbie felt something else poking his lower belly.

"Uh, Martin?" Robbie whispered.

Martin wrapped his arms around the fox and hugged tight. He wiggled a little, and the poking was gone. "Yeah?" he asked.

The fox blushed deeply and squirmed uncomfortably. It was very hot all of a sudden in his sleeping bag. "Th-this feels a little... gay," he whispered.

"Oh," Martin said. His face fell. He looked... hurt?

Robbie's eyes widened. "Martin, are you... oh gods, I didn't mean it like that!" the fox whispered. "I just..."

"Nah, it's cool," Martin said. He squirmed around, turning his back to the fox with some difficulty. The sleeping bag may have been roomy, but it was a tight squeeze for the two boys. "I guess... maybe? I dunno... it's weird. I've been gettin'... feelings..."

"Like, crushes?" Robbie whispered.

Martin nodded. "Yeah... but, like... on boys. Like, I see a hot guy on TV or something, and it gets me excited."

Robbie wrapped his arms around the wolf. His mom had talked to him a little about sex and sexuality, so he had some idea about stuff like this. Some boys liked boys, and some boys liked girls, and some girls liked boys, and some girls liked girls, and it was all normal. But it was still a bit of a shock to find out that his best friend might be gay. A question popped into his mind, and before he could stop himself, he whispered, "Do you think I'm hot?"

The wolf leaned back into the fox, and wiggled his rump pointedly against the fox's groin. "K... kinda?" he replied. "I mean... you're my best friend. We get along real well, we like the same kinda video games. Plus, we've seen each other naked so many times, and like..."

Shivers ran down both boys' spines. Robbie had no idea what to think. He hadn't really thought about boys as being attractive. But then, he hadn't thought of GIRLS that way, either. His mom had told him that some boys don't start getting those feelings until they're a little older, so maybe that was it. And as he lay there with Martin, the idea of dating a boy didn't seem all that bad.

"Martin?"

"Hm?" The wolf rolled around to face the fox.

Robbie trembled as he looked into his friend's eyes. Here they were, face to face in a sleeping bag, completely nude. There were words he wanted to say, half-formed thoughts in the back of the fox's mind, but he couldn't bring a single one to his lips.

Martin stared back at the fox. The moon outside could just barely penetrate their tent, enough for Robbie to faintly make out the green hues in his friend's eyes. An owl hooted in the distance.

Then the wolf did the unthinkable. He closed the last few inches between their muzzles. The boys' lips met for the first time.

Fire ignited in Robbie's chest. His instinct to recoil was immediately overridden by his body. He pulled the wolf close. His eyes fluttered shut. His lips parted. Warm breaths washed over their muzzles.

Warm wetness met the fox's lips. He'd picked up the basic idea of adult kissing from TV and movies, but this was real life. His fur stood on end as the wolf's tongue slipped into his mouth, tentative and explorative. He brought his forward to greet Martin's, tasting his friend.

A twig snapped outside. The boys gasped and pulled back from the kiss, their eyes popping open. They blushed profusely and rolled over, ending back to back.

What had they just done?! Robbie could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Kissing another boy was the weirdest thing he'd ever experience. And yet, somehow, it didn't feel all that bad. If anything, it felt... right.

Movement behind him caught the fox's attention. Martin rolled around and wrapped an arm around him. Robbie could feel the wolf's breath against his neck, his chest against his back, his friend's sheath laying between his buttocks.

The fox grabbed onto the wolf's arm and hugged it tight. He pressed back into the wolf.

Martin's voice floated across the boy's ears, a whisper on the wind, carrying the two most dangerous words for adolescent boys. "Love you."

A shiver ran down Robbie's spine. He brought his friend's paw to his muzzle and gave his fingers a kiss, then returned with a whisper of his own. "Love you, too."

Like that, a barrier had been breached. A line crossed. A whole mess of uncertainty opened up. The only thing that Robbie COULD be certain about, though, was that the rest of the week was going to be very interesting.

He let out a little sigh as he drifted off to sleep, spooned by his best friend in his sleeping bag. As the last of his consciousness faded, one thought dominated his mind: this felt right.