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The Cabin: A Tale of Terror

Part 1: The Arrival

By Bunny Hops

Characters:

Simcoe: 23 year old male bunny, green fur, skinny-fat

Basil: 23 year old male opossum, athletic twink

Guin: 22 year old male moon bear, stocky build

Felix:23 year old male arctic wolf, tall and muscular

Acetate: 23 year old male kobold, green and blue scales, short and stocky

Setting:

Mid-October, 2010, in the secluded western foothills of Adirondack State Park in upstate New York.

They'd finally arrived at the cabin, unlocking the door to a waft of stale, dusty air. The had met up before dawn at a centrally located parking lot and carpooled in Simcoe's car four hours to the trailhead. From there they hiked in full backpacking gear nearly twelve miles to the secluded cabin. Exhausted and sweaty, the five guys somehow made it to the main room of the cabin before unceremoniously dropping their packs on the floor and collapsing across the rustic furniture.

"This had better be worth it," Felix complained, his muzzle buried in some cushions. The muscular arctic wolf had collapsed face down halfway across the couch, his tall frame hanging comically over the armrest. The couch was built by Basil's uncle from fresh lumber on the property, with cushions and blankets brought in later.

Simcoe splayed his skinny bunny body out in a rocking chair in a corner; Guin's heavyset moon bear body crashed heftily on the couch next to Felix's head, much to his annoyance; Acetate somehow had positioned his short and stocky kobold frame upside-down in a cushioned wooden chair and fell immediately asleep. The only one of them who seemed to have any energy left was Basil, who had planned this whole week.

"I can't believe I've never taken you guys here before," the opossum beamed as if the hours and miles of the day hadn't existed. Basil's grandfather had bought the land for cheap in the thirties, and his relatives and descendants had built, refurbished, and furnished the cabin over the decades.

"There had better be beer," Felix continued to mumble into the cushion. "You said there'd be beer."

"It'd still be warm, but there should be some in the mini-fridge," Basil explained. "I'll flip the main breaker to get the solar panel going, but we shouldn't plug in the fridge until tomorrow and save the juice for the lights."

The four exhausted furs barely noticed the energy efficient fluorescent lighting hum on, but Felix managed to roll himself off the couch and stumble over to the kitchen to raid the mini-fridge.

"Is Guinness any good warm?" he asked, cracking open the can and chugging down several mouthfuls before the nitrogen widget finished hissing. "Nope," he proclaimed and finished the can, tossing the empty into the sink and popping open another one.

"Is there any food up in here?" Simcoe asked, begrudgingly lifting himself off the uncomfortable rocking chair and stumbling towards the kitchen. A simple wooden bar counter separated the main room from the kitchen, which was basically just some cabinets and counters with simple appliances in a hallway. The cramped bathroom with just a toilet and shower stall was in a curtained-off annex adjacent to the kitchen.

"Nothing perishable," Basil replied. "And we don't have enough power to heat up anything yet. But help yourself to a can of soup, or beans, or, ... pumpkin pie filling for some reason."

The cabinets were aluminum to keep the rodents from going to town on the provisions, but that didn't keep the green bunny from going to town on a family size container of stale goldfish crackers he found.

The sun was setting fast, the long bright days of summer just a memory as they transitioned into winter. It was the beginning days of autumn, Columbus Day weekend, peak leaf peepipng season which was the impetus for the get together. After the day they had, the early bedtime was a welcomed reprieve.

One-by-one they stumbled upstairs to the attic bedroom with a sharply slopped ceiling. Guin reluctantly lumbered his large bear body up the stairs, pausing to forcibly rouse Acetate from his deep upside-down slumber. A double-wide bed was at the far side of the attic, with two twin sized beds perpendicular to the wall on one side, and a cot parallel to the wall of the other, hugging the slope of the ceiling.

"You skinny homos should share the big bed, it wouldn't be fair to the rest of us to have to share," Felix burped out, referring to Basil and Simcoe as he crashed down on the nearest twin bed to claim it.

"I agree," Guin said claiming the other twin bed.

Acetate rolled himself onto the cot, the old springs whining under his weight as he curled himself in the wool blankets and immediately fell back to sleep.

Simcoe shrugged, "I'm too tired to care."

"Works for me," Basil agreed.

The four of them stripped off their sweaty hiking clothes. Guin and Flelix both put on athletic shorts as sleepwear, and Guin slid on a tank top as well. Acetate put on the flannel pajamas he'd brought to prevent his coldblooded body from dropping to too low a temperature. Basil and Simcoe slipped under the covers together in nothing but boxer shorts.

None of the guys asleep in their own beds noticed as Basil and Simcoe fell asleep spooning each other, with Simcoe's furry bunny paw slipped into the waistband of Basil's boxers.

~***~

They roused slowly well after the break of dawn. One by one stumbling downstairs to use the toilet and fail at trying to heat water for coffee -- the solar panels hadn't had enough time to charge the batteries. Felix didn't bother waiting in line for the bathroom and braved the chilly morning air to pee onto a nearby tree.

Basil and Simcoe were the last to venture downstairs. Once the others had left the attic they took the opportunity to paw at each other, slipping paws all over each other but avoiding any overt sexual advances. They closest they got was Simcoe rubbing a thumb between Basil's crack, getting dangerously close to his tailhole before aborting.

"Okay, okay," Basil said playfully, "I think we should get downstairs though before the other start talking."

"Yo bitches," Felix shouted out a deep wolfish growl, "how do we get coffee up in this bitch?"

"Bitch," Simcoe said tickling Basil, "you better make some coffee for these bitchy bitches, bitch."

Stifling giggles, the two got dressed and headed downstairs, shaking off their amorous desires and slipping back into the disagreeable but comfortable attire of pretending to be straight, like how an old wool sweater can be scratchy but warm, cozy and unpleasant; familiar.

All five of them -- Simcoe, Basil, Guin, Felix, and Acetate -- had been college roommates, renting a house off campus for three years and getting to know each other very well. It took until a crazy house party Junior year before Simcoe and Basil finally hooked up, both having thoroughly suppressed their homosexual desires up until that point. It involved awkward drunken kissing, licking, pawing, sucking, and fingering that resulted in clumsy orgasms and an unwarranted shame-filled morning after. They hooked up twice after that before graduation separated them. None of the other roommates found about about any of it. Basil never told his longtime girlfriend about it; Simcoe never a girlfriend to worry about.

It was still too cold of a morning to crack the windows, so they suffered the stale air of the confined cabin in hoodies and fleeces.

"If we turn off the lights there should be enough juice in the batteries to run the coffee maker," Basil stated, immediately falling into domestic duties.

Eventually enough coffee was brewed to fill five mugs, fully draining the battery.

"How did you manage to get solar panels on this cabin anyway?" inquired Guin. "You couldn't pay me enough to haul those things all the way here."

"The lake out there is actually just a wide part of a river," Basil pointed out the window to the expanse of water past the enclosed porch. Over the years my family boated all the heavy or bulky items down. Anything wood was built by hand from lumber on the property, and the lighter stuff was hiked in."

"You've got boats here?" Felix perked up. "What are we doing sitting around here? Let's go!"

"It's not like we have jet skis. Nothing motorized, nothing that requires fuel. A couple kayaks, a canoe, and a rusted out row old boat."

"So what's the game plan for today?" Acetate chimed in over Felilx's disappointed grumblings.

"I don't know. Um, I guess there's a trail a little ways upstream. We can paddle out there and then hike up to the fire tower, get some good views of the foliage," Basil said, clearly having had this planned from the beginning but playing coy about it.

Following a breakfast of whatever they were able to scrounge from the pantry or what they hiked in -- dry granola, Spam, mandarin oranges, a Keystone Lite well past it's best by date -- they geared up in day packs and headed off. Felix had to coax Guin into the canoe with him; the moon bear didn't know how to swim, but in high school the arctic wolf had been a lifeguard. Still, it seemed like Guin was more scared of the water than he let on.

Even though they paddled upstream, the river was calm and slow moving. The fiery red, orange, and yellow autumn leaves reflected off the mirror water. In short order the grumblings about more physical exertion -- mostly by Felix and Guin -- were transformed into awe at the beauty of nature around them. They were so far in the backwoods of the Adirondacks that they were the only disturbances to nature, spooking herons into flight and turtles to roll off logs into the water. After paddling far upstream, past were they could see their cabin sitting on a little embankment over the water, they reached a small sandy shore were they could disembark.

The hike was relatively short -- just over three miles -- but strenuous. The rocky and unmaintained trail went straight up a dry stream bed.

When they finally reached the fire tower, Guin was the first to make a decision, "Fuck that shit, I'm not climbing that."

"C'mon you big pussy, it's not that bad."

"Maybe for you shorty," Guin shot back with unwarranted aggression. "But do think my bear-ass is going to be able to make it up that piece of shit without it collapsing on me?"

He pointed up at the fire tower that had seen better days. The first rung of stairs were completely gone, removed when the tower was decommissioned to prevent gung-ho hikers from ascending the structure. What remained seemed to be only held together by rust, paint flecks, and the collective delusion of everyone looking at it. The enclosed room at the top of the structure didn't look like it could bear the weight of any of them.

"You made us hike all the way up here for /this/?" Felix was outraged. The wolf's white tail flicked in unmitigated agitation.

"It'll be fine," Basil reassured them as Acetate already began clamoring a way up to the stairs floating a floor above the ground. "I've climbed to the top of this countless times. It's more structurally sound than it looks, they really over-engineered these things before they knew what they were doing."

"Anyone can build a tower," Acetate said, "But it takes a truly talented engineer to just /barely/ make a tower."

The kobold, opossum, and bunny chose adventure over survival instinct. Shimmying up the trestle beams of the support structure, Acetate, Basil, and Simcoe were able to easily get to the stairs and climb the seventy feet or so to the top.

The fire tower offered a breathtaking 360 -degree view over the tree canopy. As far as the eye could see the surreal painting of autumn persisted. The dark red of ash, the fiery crimson of maple, the shimmering oranges of oaks, the sharp yellows of birches, and the ever-present greens of pines, interspersed with dark sades of blue as the many lakes reflected the colors back. Not one man-made structure besides their cabin could be seen, and even that took some effort to locate; if there were any other dwellings or roads they were well hidden in the valleys or under the canopy.

As a light breezed cooled their weary bodies, Acetate took out his point-and-click camera, trying desperately to capture the innate beauty of the scene. He knew the striking vibrant colors wouldn't come out in the image, but he couldn't help but try. At the very least it'll make a nice desktop background.

"Are you dingle bats done making out up there?" the arctic wolf howled from below. "I want to go back to the cabin and get drunk!"

~***~

The journey back was considerably easier, being downhill and downriver and all. The wolf and bear were no help in putting away and locking up the boats, being more concerned with finding alcohol and turning on the mini-fridge now that the solar batteries were sufficiently charged. In the meantime, while the beer cools, Felix brought out a bottle of whiskey.

"I can't believe you hauled a bottle of Makers Mark all the way here," Simcoe said. The bunny, opossum, and kobold join the wolf and bear already around the campfire between the enclosed patio and then sharp embankment down to the river.

"I was told to bring provisions, so I brought provisions," Felix smiled a wolfish grin as he took a swig from the bottle, passing it to Guin's large black bear paw. Acetate, Basil, and Simcoe chose to partake in the liquor in a more reasonable fashion: mixed with lukewarm store brand cola in a Solo cup.

They had started the fire easily enough, collecting the ubiquitous dry twigs and sticks from the woods surrounding the cabin as kindling and using the well seasoned logs that were split and stacked up against the north side of the cabin once the fire started got going. The sun hung low as the sky quickly darkened; the crackling fire keeping the cold and insects at bay.

"Well," Acetate stretched theatrically, "this small kobold body of mine is thoroughly sore from the hike, and thoroughly drunk from the whiskey. I'm going to head upstairs and enjoy this cool night in the slumber of the coldblooded. Nighty-night, gentlemen."

As he stumbled up away Basil gave Simcoe a sly look before announcing, "I could use some time away from the smoke, but I'm not ready for bed. Anyone want to join me inside to watch a movie?"

"What movies you got?" Guin slurred.

"Last time I was here the only movie was The Mutiny on the Bounty."

"Isn't that some black and white movie from the thirties?" Felix asked, staring into the fire.

"Sixties, I think. And in glorious Technicolor."

"Pass," the moon bear and arctic wolf both agreed.

"I'll join you," the bunny said, making his way inside the cabin with the opossum. Once inside Simcoe slyly patted Basil's ass briefly, just to let him know he was in on the subterfuge. They turned off the lights to conserve the battery's life and to conceal some cuddling. So as not to be fully in the dark, Basil lit a Coleman gas lantern in the kitchen, cracking the window above it for ventilation.

The television was a bulky 23-inch CRT with built-in VCR, and sure enough the only VHS tape was the 1962 classic naval drama Mutiny on the Bounty. The cabin had a wood stove with plenty of kindling and split logs adjacent to it to keep them warm through the night, but the bunny and opossum chose to curl up next to each other, sharing body heat underneath a heavy wool blanket.

They were necking by the end of the opening sequence, the warmth of the whiskey melting away their inhibitions, only vaguely aware of Felix and Guin conversing drunkenly loud out by the fire. Their deeds being covered up by the darkness of the deep woods, with only the glow of the TV and the flickering lights from the campfire outside and the lantern inside providing dim light to the confines of the room.

By the end of the first act of the movie Simcoe was on top of Basil, positioned face-to-face, with both of their pants and boxers pulled down past their hips. Simcoe had a furry bunny paw holding onto both of their touching dicks, slowly working the shafts up and down. Basil's prehensile opossum curled around Simcoe's leg but otherwise he allowed the bunny to have his way with him. He was glad to be submissive for once, never getting to be the bottom with his girlfriend.

They were so warmed by sharing body heat through the bare skin of their connecting erect shafts and the hot breathes of their open-mouthed kisses that they barely noticed the thick blankets falling off of them onto the floor. Simcoe's exposed bare bunny butt was cooling in the unheated cabin, so he pushed his body closer to the opossum.

Simcoe couldn't help put rock his hips, rubbing the soft spongy underside of his shaft against the soft spongy underside of Basil's shaft, both member gripped tightly together in his paw. The green bunny knew he was getting closer to the point of no return and was conflicted: he wanted the sweet release, but didn't want the pleasure he was having to end. The opossum was squirming his hips and tightening his tail, indicating he was close as well.

Also was the telltale sign of Basil whispering breathily, "I'm about to cum."

"Me, too." Alright, he was going to allow it to happen, and try to sync their climaxes as much as possible.

"I've missed you so much," Simcoe gasped as he worked to edge both of them over the cliff.

"I've missed you, too."

It was the closest they'd allow themselves to say "I love you."

As Simcoe's muscles tensed up as he geared towards ejaculation a blood chilling sensation coursed through his body, starting at his ass and spreading over his back and shoulders. He could feel Basil tensing as well, burring his tapered opossum muzzle into Simcoe's chest. The two reaching a glorious synchronous crescendo in other's arms, alone together in a cabin deep in secluded woods, their bodies warming each other in the cold night, the steady drone of the movie through tinny speakers their only distraction...

"What. The actual! Fuck!?!"