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Camping was another thing that Jon was new to, or at least new to enjoying. Something about the quiet of the outdoors had made him restless when he was younger, but now it was just his speed. So when his friend Silver suggested a weekend camping trip, Jon was all too happy to get away from it all for a few days and spend some quality time with the big wolf woman.

Jon was very glad that Silver was the more experienced camper, and that she offered to drive. It was a lovely early-fall day and for most of the ride Jon hung one flannel-jacketed arm out the passenger window, letting the cool wind rustle his face fur. There was a comfortable easy quietness between him and Silver, though occasionally they chatted about the view or the weather. They took turns trading jams as well, taking advantage of the long drive to catch each other up on what they'd been listening to, and cranking the volume for the really heavy parts. Jon even shared some demos of his new songs in progress, and was pleased as always that Silver enjoyed them.

When they got to the secluded campsite, they got the hard work out of the way first and set up Silver's tent and wood for the night's fire. After sharing a quick packed lunch, the two set off to explore the surrounding woods. Jon was usually not a fan of hiking in general, but he enjoyed being shown around by the big black-and-white wolf. He loved seeing the lush flora of the area, and they even stopped to wash their feet for a while in a cold autumn stream.

Dark was coming earlier every night though, and as evening fell they returned to their camp. Silver started the fire going, and she was thankful it was a mostly windless night. By dusk they were happily roasting hot dogs on tongs, chatting away with some more music quietly playing on the wireless speaker Jon brought along. Even out in the woods with no cell signal or outside world to bother them, it was nice to have one modern amenity around. Jon thought with a smile that rugged camping and raw death metal actually complemented each other quite well.

As the stars started to come out, so did the beers. The duo had brought a well-stocked cooler with several different styles for fireside sipping. Two cans in and Jon was air-guitaring and power-stancing to a favorite riff while Silver laughed good-naturedly at his impression.

Eventually though, the shenanigans subsided and a peaceful silence settled. Silver sat on a nearby stump, poking at the firewood occasionally with a tong, while her sabertoothed otter companion lounged in a camp chair. They listened as insects hummed in the trees around them.

The night air was starting to become chilly outside the bubble of warmth provided by the fire, making Jon shiver and wrap his flannel around himself more tightly. Silver saw the motion and smirked. She was more used to seeing Jon gleefully fling his clothes _off_rather than further shrouding himself. She had seen and read enough about the toothy otter to know of his type of usual exploits, and she smirked as an idea started to occur to her.

"Not used to the chill, eh?" the wolf teased Jon conversationally.

"Yeah I'm too skinny for this shit. The fire's great though." Despite his aversion to cold, Jon had taken off his shoes and now stretched and flexed his bare webbed toes near the fire pit. At least his feet were nice and toasty. He leaned forward and stuck out his hands too. "There we go, that's better."

Silver chuckled at him. "Doesn't bother me at all. In fact, this is perfect wolf weather." She set the poker down carefully beside her stump and stretched her upper body with a huge wolfy yawn. "I'm getting hot, actually. Mind if I get a little undressed?"

Jon's eyes went wide at her wording. "Uh, sure. As long as you're... comfortable." He rubbed his palms together and cleared his throat. He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but was very intrigued. If this had been a camping trip with his male buddies he surely by now would have taken on a drunken dare to get naked and jump in a lake or something, but despite his bisexual attraction he wasn't quite as carefree around women. He'd never admitted it to her, but he was actually slightly intimidated by Silver. She was taller and far more muscular than he, despite her being a year younger. The otter was more than used to being around bigger men, but... this was different, even though they were good friends. Maybe his lesser experience with women was making him more hesitant.

His hypothetical musings came to a halt when he looked across the fire at the big wolf shucking her own flannel, and then starting to lift up the hem of her shirt itself. Jon gulped and stared. He had thought she just meant she was too hot for her jacket...

The otter was motionless as Silver wriggled out of her shirt, and he didn't have to wonder whether or not the wolf had bothered with a bra. Her black-furred breasts tumbled out as she raised her arms over her head and deposited her shirt on top of her jacket beside the stump.

Silver sighed happily and tossed her head to free up her mane. "There we go. Perfect weather for nothing but wolf fur." She casually picked up the poker again and went back to stirring the coals. Jon was frozen, not with cold but with fascination, watching her beautiful bare breasts jostle and jiggle between her arms. They looked wonderfully soft hanging above her hard flat stomach muscles. The fur on them looked shaggy yet silky, and the nipples were firm and black as midnight.

Silver didn't even have to glance up from the fire to know the otter's reaction. "Jon. You're staring."

"I uh! Yeah, sorry, I. Yeah."

Jon's spluttering made her smile with amusement. "Never seen a wolf girl naked before?"

"Um, it's just been a while, heh, I didn't think you were gonna... oh wow..."

Silver had stood up and was now undoing the button of her dark jeans. "I did say it was just right for _nothing_but my fur, didn't I?" She slipped down the waistband of her pants and underwear at the same time, getting a pleasant shiver from the air on her naked nethers. After gracefully stepping out of the jeans, she stood at her full height and stretched again, striking an almost fearsome silhouette against the fire-lit forest. "Looks like the wolves are out tonight, eh?"

Satisfied, she sat her white-furred rump back down on the stump. She was plenty comfortable in all ways, and she made no attempt to hide any part of herself. Her hands on her knees, she tilted her head back and gazed up through the clearing in the treetops at the burning bright stars. So much clearer than in the city. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her wolf-sensitive nose. It smelled natural out here, and she _felt_fully natural too, sitting here nude, nothing separating her from the environment.

When she looked back at Jon, she saw him with his hands still stuck out toward the campfire, his eyes as wide as the full moon and a string of drool dripping off of one of his big ivory fangs.

That was just the reaction Silver had been hoping for. She scooted her hands behind her, leaning back onto them and spreading her legs. "Feel free to come warm up your mouth as well as your hands, if you want."

Jon scrambled around the fire pit and knelt in front of Silver. His mouth was watering and his whiskers were quivering at maximum vibration. The werewolf woman pushed her bare ass forward on the tree stump so her pubic area was just at the edge of the wooden seat. It was the perfect angle for the toothy otter to dive in.

Jon's slender hands stroked the fire-warmed fur on the inside of Silver's thighs as he brought his face down between her legs. By the flickering orange light he could see the glistening black skin of her open vagina, ringed by the trail of light gray fur that ran down her stomach and led even further back into her ass crack. And though he was beyond eager to get back there as well, the otter for now contented himself just fine with burying his muzzle in Silver's welcoming pussy.

It had been a few years since he'd gone down on a woman, but he slipped right back into his habits within seconds, and he made up for any initial clumsiness with reverence and clear enthusiasm. His mouth parted around her lower lips, letting out the flat out his tongue so he could slowly lick up the entire inside of the slit. He repeated running his tongue from the bottom all the way to the top, stopping there each time to kiss and twiddle her clitoris.

After several minutes of long shallow slurping, Jon started to focus, nudging the clit with his big bearlike nose before settling in to suck on it directly. His tongue still flitted in and out to brush at the depths below, but he made sure to heat up the action early by stimulating what he knew was the most sensitive spot.

Silver made no attempt to be stoic. Her body and voice responded substantially but naturally to the undiluted pleasure Jon was giving her. She lifted her ass off the stump just slightly, pushing her crotch into Jon's face. He answered with soft moans of his own, making his ottery whiskers brush against Silver's inner thighs and giving her even more sensual tingles in the area. By the time Jon had returned to slightly lower, his lips again kissing at the outer sides of her labia but his tongue now diving deep into the moist valley between, Silver was moaning freely and verbally encouraging the devoted otter with every hitched breath.

Of course, even as talented a tongue as Jon Sanders' had to take breaks occasionally. After about fifteen minutes of passionately making out with Silver's pussy, the otter pulled his mouth away with a gasp. Strings of viscous moisture from the depths of the wolf's vagina clung to his lips and tongue, and he hotly cleared them away with his tongue as he sat back on his haunches.

"Jesus, Jon... you fucking... oh god. That's so good." The black wolf was panting, her arms shaking from the strain of holding herself up. She sat forward to relieve the tension, resting her forearms on her thighs. This motion made her large pillowy breasts resettle between her biceps, and she couldn't help noticing Jon stare at them, mesmerized by their movement. She managed a smile and reached out to rub one of the otter's shoulders. "Come here, go ahead and get your face in there too."

Jon nodded, leaning down again to give Silver's naked vagina a last affectionate smooch and a few swiping licks. Then his nose started to drift upward almost lazily, following the thin tufty trail of lighter fur up the werewolf's abs and toward the underside-swells of her tits. He was taking his time getting there because not only was he getting an eyeful along the way, but also the anticipation made him salivate even more.

Finally he nudged his snout up between her boobs, his soft and grateful "mmmmm..." muffled by the bulging flesh. Jon breathed through his nose, and Silver chuckled as the hot puffs of air from his adorably huge nostrils tickled her chest-fur. She draped her arms around him briefly, and she thought surely she could feel Jon's cheeks get noticeably hotter as the hug buried his face between her bare breasts even more deeply. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, neither one of them feeling the least bit chilly anymore. They were close and friendly, taking comfort from each other in the middle of the stark wilderness.

Eventually they separated, looking at each other in the eyes and then both laughing. It broke the sexual intensity of the moment a bit, but neither of them minded. It was always good to acknowledge a little bit of the silliness of casual sex with a friend.

Jon went back to enjoying Silver's offered body though, running his curious lips all over her breasts and nipping softly at the fur there, fascinated at the full fleshy texture of his friend's boobs. Silver herself tilted her head back again, looking up at the stars with a smile as Jon's lips latched onto her left nipple and began suckling away. It was a less fiery pleasure than that he had been giving her with his head between her legs, but no less wonderful. She felt the otter male's right hand close around her other breast almost tentatively, and she propped it forward with her arm to encourage Jon to feel around.

Neither of them counted the passing time as they sat silently for a while, Jon enjoying nipping and sucking at Silver's firm black nipples in alternation. A few times he reached down with a free hand to rub her vaginal lips or even slip a couple fingertips in to slowly work the walls of her insides, but he mostly stuck to prolonging both of their pleasurable states rather than forcing them forward to any goal.

But that didn't mean Silver didn't have an eventual goal in mind anyway. After what felt like an hour or more of Jon worshipfully nuzzling at her boobs, the otter had returned to her crotch to kiss and lick and moan into her pussy. The bigger werewolf was starting to feel a more gripping heat and desire build up in her lower region now, and she wanted to re-escalate the proceedings.

She took one hand to rub the top of Jon's head, between his rounded brown ears. Those ears turned forward toward her when she got his attention by murmuring, "Do you wanna try my ass too?"

Since the otter's mouth still pressed firmly against Silver's vagina, his reply was muffled but his arousal was clear. "Ohhhhh my god yes. You mean... your asshole?"

Silver laughed at that, but with affection. "Yes. My asshole. Here, let me up."

Jon scooted himself backward, feeling the heat of the fire at his back. Drool ran helplessly out of his mouth and down his chin and tusks. He had been "mooned" countless times but that term had never felt more appropriate than this exact moment. As his wolf companion stood up and turned around so that her ass now faced him, Jon felt distinctly reminded of the similarly light-gray moon overhead. Had he had full control of his voice, he might have made a joking wolf-howl at Silver's silvery butt fur.

But soon his mouth was much too busy to be making any more complicated noise than a needy groan. Silver's tail lifted, revealing that the gray on her ass continued up along the underside of her bushy tail. Jon didn't wait a second, not even for a sniff-test first. He just did what felt like the most natural thing in the world to him: he buried his entire muzzle between Silver's bare ass cheeks.

The wolf woman's knees immediately felt weak, and she leaned down to grab her sitting stump, both for support and also to open her ass up so Jon would have more room to explore. An almost despairingly horny moan woofed out of the otter as his mouth sank in, the saberteeth on either side of his lips helping spread Silver's buttocks even further. He'd gotten just a glimpse of her anus before his mouth made contact, but it was all he needed to know that it was absolutely beautiful. The flower of flesh was black-skinned like the lips of her pussy, and the wrinkles leading down to the center of it were so perfectly proportioned that it was like one of Jon's butthole dreams come true. His lips locked right on target, and the asshole was just the right size for him to wrap his mouth around and start suckling.

Jon's trembling hands ran up the back of Silver's thighs now, until they gripped the buttocks he was burrowing into and started to knead them. Silver's secret was that her anus was incredibly sensitive, almost as much as her pussy, and she moaned out, "Oh Jon... oh fuck, I'm gonna... don't stop!!" The otter behind her was fully in his element, slurping, sucking, and tonguing the flexing butthole with relish. His tongue was already starting to tire but he varied his technique up enough that he never stopped for a second, using his lips and nose and whiskers to deliriously stimulate Silver's undercarriage.

When Jon's right hand left her ass, Silver felt a moment of loss for the sensual massage it had been giving, but she couldn't even open her mouth to protest before the hand reappeared up between her legs. Jon's fingers fumbled around for several seconds but eventually found their target. Two ottery digits slipped easily into her vaginal canal, rubbing in rough circles once they were inside. The swirling of the fingers added to the suction and occasional tongue-stab on her asshole was too much. Only two or three minutes of that treatment, and Silver was raised up on her tiptoes, legs shaking mightily with the sustained tension of being just on the edge of orgasm.

"I'm... going to! Oh yesssss like that, I'm gonna cum Jon!!" The otter pressed the flat of his tongue against the wolf's spasming asshole and worked his fingers in her pussy quickly, tugging at the walls and sliding in the deepest he'd gone yet. Silver threw her head fully back, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth an O in the pantomime of her species' characteristic howl as she rode a mind-blanking orgasm. Surrendering to it was like ceasing to strenuously tread water and sinking deliciously below the cool surface of the sea. Her ass clamped around Jon's muzzle tightly, but he couldn't complain. He'd rarely been as happy in his entire life.

What seemed like minutes later, her thoughts started to return to her body. Jon's face was still mashed in her ass and his fingers were still loosely jammed up her vagina. Silver made an effort to relax all her muscles, freeing Jon's appendages and allowing her to flop down onto the stump on her ass to catch her breath. The chill night air was now blessedly welcome since her fur had developed a thin foam of sweat from exertion.

When she finally felt composed, she opened her eyes and smiled at Jon, who was still kneeling and licking his frothy lips in a daze. She reached down and coolly slipped her hand down into the front of his waistband. His cock was as stiff as possible in his jeans, and a few light tugs of it with her hand made the otter's eyes roll back.

"You should get naked too, and head to the tent," Silver told Jon in a husky voice. "I wanna turn in soon but I've got a surprise for you."

Jon nodded and stood up shakily, fiddling with the button and zipper of his jeans. He made sure to stay within the fire's warmth as he shucked his clothes, first revealing his torso and then his lower half, his surprisingly large penis still jutting outward and bobbling about with his movements as he hastily folded his clothes.

"I'll take care of the fire before I join you. Just lie on top of your sleeping bag until I get there." Silver went about tidying up the camp and extinguishing the fire, but not before she watched Jon's bare back and butt with a smirk as he hurried off toward the nearby tent.

A few minutes later, Jon was already half-asleep despite the cold night air. But he was still intrigued by Silver's promise, and so he lay waiting on his front, his sleek thick rudder flopped to one side. That proved convenient once Silver sauntered into the tent, still naked herself, and knelt between Jon's legs.

"Should I turn over?..." Jon was unsure of the wolf's plans for him, and thought there might be a goodnight-handjob in store.

"Nope," Silver said simply before hunching down and firmly pushing her muzzle into Jon's bare ass.

From then until he jizzed on the top of his sleeping bag from a shockingly hands-free orgasm caused by Silver giving him just as expert of a rimjob as he had given her, Jon didn't manage to speak even one more coherent word.