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In the woods off the field of the school grounds, a congregation of cubs, and a few adults, were sat around the campfire. Aptly named 'The Acorn Troop', the company of underage kids often came out here on the weekends for a camping session. It was on a par with most others of it's type, only this group focused more on entertaining their camp-mates socially.

The cubs were a mixture of canines, felines, and even some avians. They huddled around a large fire, dressed in cute little outfits that consisted of a tan grey, short-sleeved shirt, and matching shorts. Some wore a sash around their chest, diagonally, that sported various badges, and others wore scarfs with similar badges on. Each one of them looked happy to be there, joking with each other and playing little hands wth their hands, like Rock, Paper, Scissors. The age group varied between 10 to 13, but no older than 15.

"Alright, Campers," A man spoke: one of the counselors that partook in various activities. He was a feline, specifically a Tiger, with an average frame and athletic muscles. He'd been a camper for a while now, providing fun to all the cute little campers. "Now that our round of songs is over, it's time to tuck ourselves away! We'll see you all in the morning."

The man clapped his hands, and the group began to disperse, heading into the various tents that dotted around the outskirts of the clearing. The other adults, notably a bulky Canine and his Goat associate, also went into a tent they shared together. The tiger, named Calvin, had a tent all to himself, which suited him perfectly.

"Not you, Kent. I need to have a word." The Tiger called above the din of young, murmuring voices. A head poked from the throng and turned towards him, heading towards the feline. It was a young lad: an Avian, to be precise. He had a wonderful plumage of dark crimson feathers and a fairly slim figure. He mostly resembled a Robin, with a long beak and big, beady eyes. A single, stray feather poked from his head, and he quickly approached, doing as he's told. He looked no older than 10.

"I need to have a talk with you about a few of your badges. You're due to go up a rank, Kent!" The Tiger spoke, and watched as the Avian's little eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of more badges and a promotion. He puffed out his chest, proudly displaying the sash he wore.

"Atta boy. Come on." He gestured for the bird to follow him, and he clambered into his tent. The Avian quickly followed, and no-one was there to question why a Camp leader would ask a young boy to get into his tent. Calvin was thankful for that.

The inside of the tent was marginally cramped and only had one bedroll to it's name, spread evenly across the floor. On top of it was a sleeping bag for the feline to keep warm, but it wasn't like he really needed it: it was the summer, and the night was still warm. It was only 9pm, and the sun had set long ago. Calvin quickly lit a match and set the candle alight, illuminating the small space with the warm glow of the lantern.

"What kinda badges did you wanna go over, Sir?" The Avian was polite and appreciative of the guidance: not many camps had that luxury. The bird sat across from the Tiger, sitting cross-legged. His feathered arms lay in front of him, his hands on his knees. The feline nodded with a toothy grin and shifted a little to get comfortable.

"S'right. There's some very important badges that you'll need to obtain if you want to go higher in the ranks of The Acorn Troop." Calvin beamed and looked down at the row of pins. Kent was a good kid, did everything by the book. He was impressionable, and easily manipulated. Calvin liked that about him.

"Really?! What do I have to do, sir? I'll do anything!" Kent scooted forwards with wide eyes, eager to please and eager to get a new pin for his collection. He watched at the Tiger's eyes lit up with a strange hunger that he couldn't quite understand.

"Oh, don't worry, I have an idea. You're willing to do anything, yes?" The tiger asked, and the bird nodded in response, his tail-feathers quivering excitedly. "Alright. Come closer."

Doing as he was told, the bird shuffled closer, still dressed in that tan shirt and shorts. The Tiger quickly looked him up and down and he gestured him to sit next to him on the sleeping bag. As the bird got in position, the Tiger snuck a hand around him and stroked the hip farthest away from him.

"...Sir...?" Kent began with a confused expression, shifted to peek up at the feline, who continued to smile. The avian wasn't sure what was happening. Is this what earning the badge meant? He shifted as the Tiger snuck his hand underneath the bird's shirt, stroking along his crimson feathers. They were soft to the touch, but the stem was wiry. It was an odd feeling. Calvin swung them around until the bird was lying on his back, with the broad-shouldered cat leaning over the top of him.

"Now, Kent..." The Tiger began as his hands moved up to unbutton the bird's shirt. The Avian tensed, but didn't utter a sound as the front of the fabric parted as the buttons undid themselves, exposing the rich flume of feathers across his chest. "If you're going to earn that badge, you'll have to do what I say, okay? What we do cannot leave this tent...do you understand, Kent?" He asked.

The bird nodded. Calvin seemed glad. The Tiger had been a Camp Leader for a good number of years now, and every other weekend he exploited a poor, young cub into something lewd and fanciful. Of course, he never forced it, but he always swore them to secrecy, and they always obeyed, either out of respect, or out of fear. He'd performed lewd acts with many of them, and they all mostly enjoyed it. His hands ran across those feathers a little more before his hand trailed down towards his hips. He hooked his fingers in and slipped them down past the Avian's hips and pulled them past his talons.

"But Sir, I..." He began, about to protest. He felt strange doing this. His whole body trembled. Why was he so nervous? He shifted around a little and looked embarrassed. "I don't know if we should be doing this..."

The Tiger looked him up and down, his eyes running hungrily over the Avian's exposed form. God, he was beautiful. He had a slender frame and slightly curvaceous hips. It was a wonderful figure.

"You want the badge, right Kent?" The feline grinned, and he saw that it immediately silenced the young bird. Calvin tugged the kid's underwear down and his eyes immediately went to that cute little crotch. The Avian was essentially flat down there, but a cloaca sat nestled between his plump legs. Calvin ran his fingers across the sensitive flesh and the bird shivered and chirped in response.

"Cute." Calvin remarked with a wide grin. He ran his fingers across the entrance to the cloaca again, and the bird shivered equally as powerfully as the first time. The Tiger looked surprised: the bird was remarkably sensitive, but he was tiny. He didn't have much of a hole, but it would be alright.

Kent quivered and groaned underneath the gentle fingers against his private parts, and Calvin felt a sticky wetness across his fingers. Moments later, he felt the tip of something emerging, pushing against his fingers. His eyes glanced down, and he saw the tip of the bird's member pushing up against the palm of his hand. He gently coaxed the cock out of the tiny cloaca, feeling it twitch and throb against his dexterous digits.

"Getting excited, are we?" The Tiger teased as the Avian rocked his hips up against the hand, yearning to be pleasured. The bird quickly nodded his approval, his body tingling and craving for more.

"S-Sir..." Kent stammered out, groaning softly under the gentle grip around his member. He'd touched himself a few times before, but it was true when they said that it felt better when it was someone else. His little appendage throbbed powerfully under the warm grip, and his loins ached. He felt a hand trail up, and his eyes darted down to see the hand softly stroking his feathers.

Suddenly, the bird's orgasm was upon him like a ton of bricks. He suddenly arched his back and let out a harsh moan, his talons curling. His face contorted into a look of utter ecstasy, and he bucked his hips wildly against the Tiger's warm, inviting hand. In an instant, his member twitched, shooting tiny little strings of cum all over the feline's large fingers, and some on his stomach.

"Good little bird." Calvin mused with a warm smile. He brung the hand to his lips and he licked the cum off his fingers. It was naturally salty, but it tasted pretty good to the Tiger. He leant himself further down and pressed his mouth down onto the bird's beak. He heard Kent chirp in surprise, and he angled his mouth around the kiss Kent's neck. He felt the bird shiver underneath him and wrap his arms around Calvin's bulky frame.

"Sir..that was..." Kent began, and he breathed deeply, still rocking the aftermath of it all. He felt a firm bulge pressing against his leg. He pushed his knee up into the Tiger's crotch, and he heard Calvin let out a groan of approval.

"You're good at this..." The Tiger murmured, and he lifted himself up. His hands went to his own crotch, and he unbuttoned himself. He spread the front of his shorts apart at the top, and dug his hand in. Within moments, his throbbing, humanoid erection was revealed to the warm summer air. He was already leaking pre-cum, the fluids dripping down his underside. Kent stared, wide-eyed and curious.

Calvin didn't give him much time to look at it. He leant forwards almost immediately, and he hooked a hand underneath the bird's rump, lifting his hips up with ease. He angled himself, smearing the tip of his fine member against the tight little pucker that the Avian hid between his cheeks. Kent's face lit up and he looked nervous, his tight little entrance tensing up from the sensation of the slick fluids against his body.

"You ready, Kent? I'm going in..." The Tiger purred softly. He pushed his hips forwards. His thick, 7-inch cock pushed firmly against the tight rump and he felt the tight rump envelope over the head of his cock. He could feel the tight ring squeeze around his glands, making him shudder in utter pleasure.

Firmly, he pressed himself in deeper, sinking in inch by inch. He didn't go too fast, pausing every few seconds so that the bird could accomodate his girth. He watched as Kent squirmed and writhed underneath him. It made Calvin's heart thump in his chest: this bird was cute. Too cute.

The Tiger pulled back and gently thrust into him, squishing in and out of that fine, warm asshole. He could feel the tunnel squeeze and grip around him every so often with his thrusts. The poor bird was spent. He could see the cloaca, clear as day, but Kent couldn't get hard.

"Damn..." The cute bird was tight enough to bring him to orgasm quickly, and he knew he didn't have long. He slowly pulled himself back, fully withdrawing. He had to leave no internal evidence, after all. He slid his slick cock up against the bird's little cloaca and started thrusting against him, grinding his cock up and down. His body rocked powerfully atop the small frame, and Kent wrapped his big, strong arms around his body, cuddling into him. He let out weak chirps and tweets with each push against his sensitive flesh.

"S-Sir...Sir...!" The bird gasped softly, his loins burning from the strange feeling against his crotch. The Tiger growled in response, humping harder and harder, thrusting back and forth. His thrusts became more irregular as his orgasm slowly came around the corner.

"Gonna cum..." Calvin huffed gently, his thrusts getting more and more desperate. Suddenly, he stopped, just slowly rocking his hips. His loins burned and ached, and his orgasm hit him hard. He groaned out and his head swelled against the warm little cloaca. He pressed the tip against the small entrance, and he spurted a thick, sticky rope of cum against the little hole. Some of the fluids shot up into the bird's body, making Kent gasp from the pleasure. Calvin angled his cock back up and emptied his balls across the bird's lower stomach and all over his pelvis. He groaned in pleasure.

"Kent...you're so beautiful." The Tiger huffed softly, flopping onto his side beside the poor little bird and running his hands across his dry chest. Kent flicked his eyes up to the Tiger and wasn't sure what to do. After a few moments, he happily cuddled up, craving and warmth and the strong embrace from the larger man. Camp was a scary thing for some, and they often yearned for a cuddle.

"Atta boy. Just sleep now, sweetheart." Calvin whispered into his ear, and he put his arms around him, cuddling him against his chest. Sleep came easy for the both of them. The Avian had sweet dreams about their encounter.

When dawn broke in the morning, Calvin was already up and about, waking up the other campers whilst he left the Avian asleep in his tent. When he was questioned by the other two adult campers, Calvin insisted the bird was having bad dreams and needed help sleeping. Worked every time. As the campers began collecting back around the campfire, the Tiger spotted Kent sitting across from him as he began to address the group. He winked over at him. Kent was definitely getting the badge.

This was going to be a fun weekend.