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Here is Chapter 5!
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Snackers turned a quick stroll back to the lake house into a leisurely, comforting walk to accommodate his tiny companion. He carefully traversed the forest trail, taking precise and cautious steps. While retracing his boot prints, Snackers couldn’t shake the thoughts of the conversation and the plan he had made with Deko and Rayne to coax Lupus into exposing his hidden desires.
The lake house came into view as Snackers witnessed the sunlight filtering through the trees, casting beautiful patterns on the forest floor. Under the afternoon sun, Glendale lake shimmered. With the warm sun and cool breeze, it was the ideal time to take a dip. Snackers was filled with anticipation as he looked at the body of water in front of him.
Snackers slipped his hand into his pocket and raised Lupus up.
Enveloped by the raccoon’s fuzzy fingers, slid out of the pink pocket, the small arctic canine gazed upwards with curiosity. The raccoon’s face instantly captured his attention, with its shining emerald eyes, twitching snout, and the characteristic mask-like fur pattern.
Snackers suggested with a friendly smile, “Lupy, what do you say we go for a swim?” He readjusted his fuzzy fingers to completely surround the wolf.
Lupus blinked, his eyes shining with an icy blue hue as the sun’s light hit them. Hesitant and curious, the wolf’s small bushy tail wagged slightly at the idea.
When Snackers saw Lupus’ reaction, he couldn’t help but laugh. Then, he turned his gaze to his forehead where Deko and Rayne were nestled. With the same delicate care, the raccoon scooped the pair up, placing them on his open palm and onto the soft grass.
As the wolf shepherd’s paws touched the soft, warm grass, he stretched his legs. He looked at the lake while his flannel shirt fluttered in the breeze. Rayne puffed out his chest, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.
Shouting, “Hey, guys!” Rayne got the group’s attention. “I’m gonna grab Lupy and I’s swimming gear from the Raptor. I’ll be back in a sec—” He insisted, taking the folf’s backpack from him and strolling over to his truck with a flick of his tail.
“We’ll wait for you before we get changed.”
“No offence, Snaccy,” Rayne smirked at Snackers as he hopped into his car, teasingly saying, “But you take forever to change.”
“Is that so?” The raccoon raised a brow at the blue-haired canine while planting one hand on his waist.
“You had that coming after threatening to eat me, Snaccy,” Rayne quipped back.
“I think you might regret that, Rayne,” Deko interjected while cackling to Rayne.
Rayne scoffed, “I doubt he’ll do anything to me,” as he draped himself over the backseat. “He’ll never violate the ‘Vastelerian Compliance Act’.”
“True,” he muttered with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “I can’t harm you.”
Emboldened by the raccoon’s compliance, Rayne added, “see, what’s Snaccy gonna do to me-?”
Just as the wolf-shepherd was about to make another sassy remark, the Raptor shook violently as the heavy thud of the raccoon’s footsteps grew closer. Rayne slid his body across the cosy upholstery and looked out the front window. He couldn’t see much; just boot treads.
“Is Snaccy doing okay?” Lupus asked Deko. “It looks like he’s gonna step on Rayne.”
Deko calmly reassured Lupus, saying, “Don’t worry, this is normal. I’d just sit back and enjoy the show. Rayne is the one who brought this upon himself.”
Rayne couldn’t help but worry. Eventually, he ended up caught between the truck seats and in the shadow of his friend who was as tall as a building. Just as the wolf-shepherd moved to look outside, Snackers’ gigantic shoe came crashing down right next to the truck hood with a THOOOOM.
“Stay still, Rayne” Snackers’ voice came, filled with mock sternness, raising one of his boot tips in front of the truck. A strong sturdy rubber wall stood in front of the hood. The raccoon’s boot completely dwarfed Rayne’s truck, making it seem like a small toy.
Tapping his boot tip on the ground, he muttered, “What should I do with you?”, causing the truck to vibrate. “What to do?”
Rayne gripped the door handle tightly, ready to open it. “Hey, Snaccy?” He achieved only a few millimetres until the rim of the raccoon’s boot slapped down and barricaded him in. “Hey, what are you doing?!”
“Don’t fret, Rayne. I’ll be back to play with your tiny hot wheel soon,” Snackers reassured, draping his striped scarf off to dangle in front of the Lake House. With caution, the raccoon placed it over the small wooden house, creating a protective canopy from the sun.
With a smile, Snackers admired his handiwork and exclaimed, “There we go. A Vastelerian coat rack, or scarf…racc?” He chuckled at his own joke.
Deko and Lupus maintained deadpan expressions as they exchanged a silent look in response to the raccoon’s failed attempt at humour. The only thing that could be heard was the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind and Rayne’s muffled protests, as Snackers’ joke fell flat.
Rayne was unable to look away from the raccoon’s right boot, which was tapping in front of him. It was futile to divert his gaze as Snackers intentionally made the truck sway by working his boot into the ground. As he clenched the seat, he came to understand the gravity of his sassy comment.
Snackers, pleased with his makeshift scarf-rack, turned his attention to Rayne, who was still wrestling with the door and the boot. “I’m sorry for the wait, Rayne. It just takes ages for me to get changed, ya know?”
“Let me out!” the wolf-shepherd groaned as he attempted to push against the door, but the raccoon’s shoe didn’t budge.
Neither did Snackers’ stance. The raccoon took his time as he carefully untied his massive hiking boots.
Once again, the raccoon displayed his theatrical nature today. If nothing else, it was necessary. Snackers ensured Rayne could witness the loosening of the
golden laces, knowing that each untied knot brought the wolf-shepherd closer to his punishment.
When Snackers’ left shoe came untied, it exposed a foot covered in striped thigh-highs. As he removed his socked foot from the leather, the boot squealed before his paw slipped free and landed with a muffled thud in front of Rayne’s car.
Rayne, even with the fabric hiding his friends soles, witnessed the socks bunch and bend as Snackers flexed his toes, revelling in his freedom from the suffocating footwear.
After finishing with one boot, Snackers proceeded to remove the other one, putting on a show with the same teasing and dramatic flair. While the femboy was preoccupied with his other foot, Rayne made a sneaky move to push against the empty boot. However, even without the added weight of the raccoons’ foot inside the shoe, the hiking boot on its own was still heavy enough to keep him trapped in his own car.
When both his paws were liberated from the boots, he placed his feet in front of Rayne’s truck hood. Snackers continued tapping his toe while Rayne watched the raccoon impatiently drumming its toes hidden in socks on the ground, next to his friends’ hiking shoes.
Snackers reassured with a fake smile, “Don’t worry, cutie, I’ll be finished soon,” as he swung his left foot behind him. As the raccoon’s fingers made contact with the rim of his sock, they gripped his thigh high and yanked.
At the same time as the raccoon’s melodic voice, there was a subtle rumbling. After a gust of air, darkness engulfed the truck.
Outside, pitch-black. Well, almost.
Tiny pockets allowed slivers of sunlight to peek through. It acted as a filter for the sun’s rays. His fur strands were touched by the heat, which made him pat himself down to get rid of the sweat.
Rayne sensed the change in the air around him as he stirred in his seat. He absentmindedly wiped away a sweat bead on his forehead, furrowing his brows as the temperature appeared to increase. The air seemed oppressive and musty. Humid, almost comparable to the muggy British summer Lupus complained about.
His natural instincts prompted him to lean forward and narrow his eyes, allowing him to see the thermostat through the narrow gap between the truck seats. The temperature rose from a manageable 77°F to an uncomfortable 82°F.
“Snackers, what did you do?” Rayne whispered in concern, leaning his head between the front seats to peek out the window.
Thick fibres in shades of navy-blue and cyan barricaded him. Fabric. Cotton, it had to be. The humidity increase revealed that Snackers removed one of his garments. Only two of the raccoon’s attire had stripes, his scarf that now draped over the house and…
Sna…
Snackers’-s…
Rayne’s phone vibrated. Taking it out of his pocket, he answered the call. Instead of a greeting, the sound of laughter - two distinct chuckles, Lupus and Deko - met him.
“Guys?” Rayne asked, but the pair’s laughter continued for a moment longer before Deko’s voice came through.
“Rayne, what do you think of the view?” the folf snickered, still struggling to suppress his laughter.
But Rayne did not find it amusing. “What did he do?” he replied coldly.
His phone vibrated again. It’s not an incoming call this time, just a notification from Discord. ‘img.806’ was the label on the image he received. Without delay, Rayne opened the notification to stare at the attached photo that made his heart drop.
The garage was there. His parking spot and Snackers’ long thigh high draping across the garage roof and swallowing his truck beneath its mass.
Rayne’s gaze alternated between the picture and the fabric wall while the raccoon’s laughter crescendoed.
“There! All changed! Ready to go swimming guys-?”
The suffocating, stale heat grew stronger, and Rayne yearned for a breath of fresh air. Try as he might, the door stubbornly refused to open. The sound of the door creaking under the raccoon’s sock pressure was barely audible to the group. “Snackers, lift your sock off my car!” Despite his persistence in pushing against
the truck door, he couldn’t open it because the door was securely held shut by the hefty sock.
“Perhaps Rayne might need more time to change.” The raccoon’s joke wasn’t lost on the other two, but the wolf-shepherd blaring the horn from the truck trapped beneath the thigh-high didn’t catch it.
“I said, GET YOUR SOCK OFF MY TRUCK!” Rayne repeated, slamming a hand on the truck’s horn.
Snackers crouched and cast a shadow that obscured the light among the sock threads. Lifting the sock, he extended a finger to peer at Rayne. His innocent expression was directed towards the small truck. “Oh, you’re talking about this lil’ thing?” he said with a growing smile.
“Yes, that thing!” Rayne barked back.
“I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” Snackers whispered down, preparing to lower the rim of his sock back down over the truck hood.
In a display of irritation, Rayne huffed and flared his nostrils. “Come on, lift it already!””
Snackers disagreed by shaking his head. “What’s the magic word?”
“Snaccy, not now! Just—”
“Aww, come on. What’s the magic word?”
Realising he couldn’t escape the sock, the wolf-shepherd sighed in frustration and accepted his fate. Against his will, he submitted and managed to mutter, “please” between gritted teeth. “Can you please lift your sock off my truck?”
Snackers grinned, revealing his sharp, gleaming teeth. “That’s better! But, first things first,” the raccoon murmured to Rayne as he took out his phone. As the camera lens whirred, it honed in on the captured vehicle, prepared to immortalise this moment in history within the giant’s private collection.
“Oh, come on,” Rayne protested. “I said please, now you’re being a jerk.”
“That’s what you get for being cheeky.” As soon as he had his fun, he lifted the steamy sock off the truck with ease. “And here’s what’s behind curtain number one! A toy Ford Raptor!”
As the sock slipped off the truck, Rayne reached under the backseat for their swimming gear and quickly opened the door and exited the truck to face Snackers’ smirking mouth.
“There we go!” Snackers announced, turning the phone to show Rayne the bright screen. The image captured the scene perfectly, with the truck, the thigh-high, and Rayne’s annoyed expression. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing?”
Rayne couldn’t help but roll his eyes, although a small smile betrayed his attempt to stay annoyed. “No,” he waved away the compliment, avoiding Snackers’ enormous mobile billboard. The raccoon’s phone, only inches away, loomed like a giant cinema screen in his view.
“Couldn’t you have put your socks in the ERAS in the garage?” The wolf-shepherd challenged the raccoon, who giggled back.
“I thought you and your hot wheel could handle my socks,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He watched Rayne’s tail sway, amused by the subtle signs of his friend’s falsified frustration. “Besides, it made for a great photo, didn’t it?” the raccoon sighed.
Snackers tilted his head, thinking back to something, and then looked back to Lupus and Deko. “Hey Lupy, I’m guessing that wasn’t part of your to-do list, right?” he mumbled down, raising an eyebrow with a sly grin. His tone was light, but he still pressed the wolf on the subject.
The wolf’s ears twitched at the remark as he averted his gaze. “Uh,” he started, a bashful grin appearing on his face, “not exactly.”
Rayne walked past the raccoon’s phone, shaking his head with a small grin. He was welcomed by Deko and Lupus, both of whom were trying not to burst into laughter. Giving in, Rayne tossed the wolf’s shorts over to Lupus. “Now, are we swimming or not?”
Grinning, Deko nodded to show his agreement. Both of them removed their shirts, leaving them in just their shorts. They both folded their clothes and set them aside.
Lupus did the same, removing his flannel shirt and throwing it onto the growing pile of clothes Deko and Rayne were creating. The arctic wolf’s lean, athletic build caught the light, its rays highlighting his toned physique as he stretched.
Meanwhile, Snackers was taking back his blue striped scarf that was on the lake house roof. Mindful of the delicate structure of the building, he carefully slid it off with his huge hands.
After taking it off, he happily walked towards his backpack near the garage door. He unzipped his bag, placed his scarf inside, and searched through it, swaying his hips from side to side. Using its large fingers, the raccoon rummaged through the leftover snacks and its folded Godzilla onesie until it discovered what it was searching for. He triumphantly revealed a small, colourful inflatable pool float, perfectly sized for his boyfriend.
“Babe, I have a little something special for you!” Snackers called out, grasping the inflatable aloft between two fingers. He returned to the group, the mini pool float looking almost comically small in the raccoon’s grasp.
The folf’s eyes widened in joy as he caught sight of the inflatable hanging above. “Woah, thanks babe!” Deko yipped, his slim blue tail wagging.
Snackers kneeled down and placed the float in front of Deko’s paws. “It’s all yours,” he said, smiling warmly. “I thought you might enjoy having a place to lay down while in the water.”
Arching his eyebrow, the wolf chuckled and folded his arms. “Hang on a minute. You remembered the inflatable, but forgot the tents?”
Snackers shrugged. “Did sleeping in my thigh highs make up for it?” he teased, standing back up. “Or, would you like to sleep on my stomach tonight, Lupy?”
Lupus blushed and hesitated before saying, “Sleeping on your stomach might not be too bad, as long as you don’t roll over in your sleep!” As he spoke, his tail swayed.
“If you have the racc’s belly, Rayne and I will take the socks. Deal?” Deko giggled, nudging Lupus with his elbow, and then offered his hand to the wolf.
Just as Lupus was about to seal the deal with a handshake, Rayne abruptly interrupted by slapping his shoulder.
“Ready to go in, Lupy?” Rayne asked.
Deko interjected, “Rayne, do you want to see who can make the biggest cannonball?”
Rayne’s competitive fire blazed. “You’re on!” he exclaimed, pivoting on his heel to line up a few feet from the water’s edge. He glanced at Deko, sizing up his competition.
As the two competitors readied themselves, Lupus, lost in thought, failed to notice the soft, fuzzy ankle behind him. While moving backwards, he accidentally bumped into something soft—Snackers’ toes.
With wide eyes, Lupus turned abruptly. The wiggling toes of the leviathan in his vision confirmed who was behind, causing him to gulp. “Whoops, uh, sorry mate,” the wolf giggled, stepping forward and looking up at the towering raccoon.
Snackers chuckled, unfazed, but Lupus could sense the blush creeping up his face.
Lupus gave Deko and Rayne a quick glare, hoping they hadn’t witnessed the error, but their raised eyebrows and smirks indicated otherwise
Instead of acknowledging the wolf’s clumsiness, Snackers chose to lean closer to the competitors.
In the midst of the raccoon lowering, Rayne interjected, suggesting, “Snackers, why not save your cannonball practice for later?” He insisted. He indulged in a detailed daydream where the raccoon caused a tidal wave at the lake house.
As the raccoon’s ears sagged, Lupus extended his hand and caressed Snackers’ ankle. “How about you be the judge, Snaccy?” he insisted, smiling up at his looming friend.
Snackers’ ears shot up in response. Straightening himself, he directed his focus towards the two racers below. “That sounds epic!” Snackers said, his extensive, striped tail swishing behind him. “Alright, alright, let’s get this started!” Snackers boomed, his voice echoing across the grassy field.
Lupus, not fully at ease after colliding with the raccoon’s ankle, took a few careful steps backward. He observed Deko and Rayne as they took their positions at the starting line. The wolf had just centred himself when Snackers interrupted with a throat-clearing noise.
Everyone looked up at the raccoon, who raised one arm with fingers spread wide. “Ready,” Snackers said, pausing as his fingers pointed to the blue sky, “set,” he added. And then, with a dramatic pause, “go!”
Both competitors swiftly started moving, their legs pumping as they raced across the vibrant green grass. Deko and Rayne’s foot paws were thudding against the ground, along with the occasional sound of laughter between them.
The end point drew near as the grass and dirt converged with the water’s edge. Rayne and Deko exchanged a brief look, silently acknowledging their friendly competition. In those quick moments, their minds and bodies were perfectly aligned, both preparing for an imminent jump. Then, both of them launched into the air, propelled by the sheer momentum of their sprint.
With only milliseconds apart, Rayne first, they both made contact with the water, creating two small splashes that expanded in all directions. Water droplets shot out from the impact sight to rain down shy from the raccoon judge’s toes.
They emerged from the water, gasping, laughing, and gazing at each other and their Vastelerian judge.
“Not too shabby, not to shobby at all!” Snackers called out, clapping four fingers, two on two, together, almost drowning the sound of Lupus’ clapping. “But I think I should show you two how it’s done, right?” The raccoon insisted, swinging a foot back away from the lake bed.
Snackers’ paw landed with a thump, interrupting Rayne and Deko’s laughter as he readied to jump into Lake Glendale. The magnitude of what was about to unfold became clear as the giant raccoon’s eyes locked onto the lake.
And Snackers caught them in his trajectory.
Rayne pleaded for Snackers to reconsider, but it was already too late. The raccoon, with all the enthusiasm of a puppy running in a park, had already slammed a foot forward.
He chuckled and reassured, “I was only joking, come on.”
The wolf-shepherd exhaled, unaware that he had been holding his breath, and Deko’s stance eased, though they both stayed cautious, still trying to recover from the fright. It took them a moment to process that Snackers was only teasing.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist! You should’ve seen your faces!” He chuckled as he stepped forward. “But I’m still gonna join you two.”
Rayne and Deko believed they had escaped Snackers’ powerful paws, only to see the femboy approaching them. Although the raccoon was cautious, the image of Snackers’ earlier threat loomed large in their minds. “Umm, sure babe, come in,” Deko agreed with a light nod.
The way Snackers moved was a perfect balance of strength and grace. His hips gyrated as his plump paws dipped into the water. With each stride, the water parted around his feet, creating a trail of frothy currents in its wake. Displaced water washed over the swimmers and crashed against the raccoon’s ankle.
Once he reached the centre, he stopped. Even at the deepest point of the lake, his grey furred calves were only partially covered by the water. Giggles erupted from Lupus, Deko, and Rayne as Snackers eased into the water. Lake Glendale was a shallow kiddie pool for Snackers.
“Having fun, hun?” Deko projected to his towering lover with amusement.
Snackers looked down and smiled in amusement. He playfully sighed and said, “Sweetheart, it’s just a pool.” The raccoon’s foot shifted, swirling a toe, creating ripples that splashed towards Deko and Rayne.
At that moment, Snackers’ large fingers emerged above the folf, clutching the small inflatable. “You forgot this,” the raccoon told him. “Don’t lose it in the ‘puddle’, okay?” He insisted, releasing the inflatable to slap onto the water.
“Oh, whoops,” Deko responded sheepishly and climbed onto the inflatable. “Thanks, babe,” he beamed up to the raccoon and kicked back to relax on the smooth, pliable surface.
Lupus, at the edge, voiced his thoughts. He playfully teased, “Mate, if you gave diving a try, you’d hit the bottom before even getting your tail wet,” as he observed the raccoon lifting its head to face him.
“True, Lupy. Are you planning on joining us too?” Snackers asked, waiting with a hand on his hip. “Wasn’t diving off my finger on your ‘To-Do List’?”
Rubbing his arm, the wolf responded, “It is. May I go in the water first, please?“
“Of course you can, Lupy.”
“Thank you,” he whispered while the ground appeared darker as Snackers leaned forward, beckoning Lupus to look up at the raccoon.
Snackers whispered tenderly, expressing, “I’ve got you. Let me know when you wanna do your diving, okay?” He winked at the arctic wolf, then leaned back, his paw slipping from his waist.
The raccoon gradually immersed himself in the water, feeling its icy touch creep up his tail. With his calves underwater, he crossed his legs, creating a gentle ripple in the water. His striped, elongated tail curled around behind him, creating small waves that lapped against the shore.
When he finally settled, he laid one massive hand on his thigh and lightly tapped the water with the other.
Rayne, floating beside Deko, spoke up. “Come on, Lupus, don’t just stand there. The water’s perfect!” He gestured.
The sunlight reflected off the water, causing bright flashes that made it hard for Lupus to see, but he could still see the wolf-shepherd’s eyes.
In surrender, Lupus made his way to the edge of the lake.
Unlike his friends, he prepared to slip into the lake. He bent his knees and entered the water by sliding. Shimming his hips, he floated towards Deko and Rayne while tiny waves softly lapped against his abdomen. As he approached them, Lupus reclined and allowed the undulating water to carry him the rest of the way. Feeling the refreshing water on his skin sent shivers down his spine, offering a welcome break from the hot sun overhead.
The lake’s motion hugged him. With almost no effort, Lupus used his leg kicks to move himself forward as he floated closer. When he was within arm’s reach of Deko and Rayne, the wolf laid back in the water with a contented sigh.
“Y-Yeah—,” Lupus exhaled and let the water catch his weight. “This is nice.”
From his spot on the inflatable, Deko glanced up to meet the wolf’s gaze. “So, how does the water feel?”
“It feels amazing,” Lupus replied, adjusting himself in the cool water that warmed his muscles while the sun warmed his face. Taking his place in front of Deko, Rayne, and Snackers, he let out a sigh and cleared his mind of any distractions.
Deko insisted, stretching his arms behind his head and relaxing on the inflatable, saying “Awesome, Lupy.”
With a grin, the wolf-shepherd remarked, “You sure took your time.”
Lupus chuckled. With a sly admission of “Yeah, yeah, mate,” he slid his hand beneath the water, catching Rayne off guard as he splashed water in the wolf-shepherd’s direction.
In an instant, water splashed on Rayne. With water dripping down his face, the wolf-shepherd abruptly shifted his focus to the arctic wolf. “So, that’s how it’s gonna be?” Just like Lupus, he also swiftly splashed water back without any hesitation.
Chaos ensued. Locked in a friendly competition, they flung water in every direction. The scene was filled with splashes, giggles, and mock challenges as the Vastelerian raccoon watched with a big smile.
Right when it felt like the battle would never end, they were startled by a rumbling chitter.
“Gosh, you guys are so adorable,” Snackers chimed in, his voice booming with affection as he shifted his enormous weight closer to the trio.
Pausing, the group shifted their attention to the Vastelerian raccoon, their laughter diminishing but still audible. Deko smirked up at him, “Jealous you’re missing out, honey.”
“Deko, would you like me to nom you, again?” Snackers scoffed, watching the folf’s ears perk up and eyelids widen at his remark. Then, his senses sharpened to Lupus. Leaning closer, he flared his nostrils to observe any worrisome signs from the arctic wolf. “Having fun, Lupy?” The raccoon’s whisper caused ripples on the lake’s surface.
“I’m really enjoying myself, mate,” he responded happily, sighing as he settled into the comforting water.“I’m really enjoying myself, mate,” he responded happily, sighing as he settled into the comforting water. Nevertheless, it provided him with an opportunity to reflect on the time he shared some of his dreams in the journal with the group, specifically the desire to dive off Snackers’ enormous finger.
The idea of leaping from the gigantic raccoon’s finger was too tempting to ignore. It was among the earliest entries in his journal—a peculiar, nonsensical wish that had somehow lodged itself in his thoughts and now refused to go away. It was so clear in his mind - the rush of wind, the sudden thrill of diving into the water below.
Interrupting his daydream, a voice said only one word: “Lupus.” Deko muttered and the wolf locked eyes with him.
“Can I ask something? Why did you want to dive off Snackers’ finger?”
As Lupus blinked, the daydream faded, leaving behind a longing feeling. “It’s... well, I haven’t been swimming since they closed the pool in my town. There were budget cuts to fund local law enforcement.
With a raised eyebrow and tilted head, Deko showed his curiosity. Let me guess, you’re referring to law enforcement for Petritans and Vastelerians, correct?”
“For border controls with Vastelerian communities, but yes,” Lupus sighed. Sacrifices were required from communities. We just didn’t decide what was on the chopping block.”
In a comforting manner, Rayne whispered, “I’m sorry, dude.”
“Yeah, truly, sweetie” Snackers added.
With the memory of his pool still lingering in his thoughts, Lupus thought, 'Should I?'
As soon as he imagined standing on Snackers’ finger and diving, it consumed his thoughts. Yet, the initial thrill was quickly overtaken by a wave of second thoughts. The volume of the inner debate increased until he heard the raccoon speaking. It tipped the scales in favour of taking the plunge, and after taking a deep breath, he sighed out, “maybe I should…”
He collected himself and then glanced upwards, meeting Snackers’ piercing emerald eyes. “Snaccy, I believe I’m ready.”
Rayne tilted his head, asking “ready for what?” a prolonged splash from behind cut the wolf-shepherd off. As he looked to the side, he caught sight of Snackers’ tail flicking with anticipation. “Right, you wanted to go diving?”
Lupus nodded. “Yeah, I think I want to try. I mean, if that’s alright?”
Rayne’s competitive nature waned when he noticed the sincerity in Lupus’ gaze. “Of course, dude!” Rayne replied with an encouraging grin.
Trying to calm their nerves, Lupus raised their head to look at the raccoon and exclaimed, “Snackers!” He raised his voice above the waves. “I’m ready whenever you are!”
Snackers’ ears perked up at the sound of Lupus’ call. An infectious smile burst across the raccoon’s lips as he leaned forward slightly, raising his keister above the water. “Yeah?! Let’s see what you’ve got, Lupy!” He barked, shifting his vast bulk more, making sure his legs and tail were moving sluggishly to avoid creating too many tidal waves.
As the raccoon dipped its hand into the water, its tail swished faster and created larger waves. His fingers, each as wide as a small kayak, slipped into the water and scooped up a generous amount of lake water along with Lupus floating in its centre.
Snackers raised his hand, and water trickled down his fingers like a sparkling waterfall. Like a bowl, the raccoon’s cupped paw still contained a fraction of the water. The water flow was slow, ensuring Lupus could adjust to the draining surface.
“W-Whoa!” Lupus exclaimed, witnessing his friends’ masked-furred visage come closer into view.
Snackers quickly smirked at the wolf’s surprised expression. “Feeling alright down there, Lupy?” he queried tenderly, blowing his warm breath to conflict with the wolf’s drenched fur.
Looking up, Lupus nodded in agreement. “Y-Yeah, I am. Thank you, big guy,” he responded with a steady voice.
“Awesome! How high did you want to go?” Snackers asked as he hoisted his palm up to level out near the raccoon’s fluffy chest.
Taking a moment to think, Lupus glanced at his friend's grey furred chest. “Um, your chest will work, maybe?” he suggested with a shrivel of doubt.
“My big, fluffy chest it is then, sweetie,” He affectionately murmured, readjusting his elbow to press his palm against his rib cage, emphasising his large, fluffy chest. “Alright, how’s that?” When the palm opened up, it formed a platform at the same height as Snackers’ pectoral.
Lupus shifted his feet on the raccoon’s palm, getting ready to stand. The canine used his paws to dig in and maintain his grip on Snackers’ hand, despite the
slippery and curved surface. He reclined, applying pressure to his back against the raccoon’s side. It offered secure support as he reestablished his equilibrium.
“Whenever you’re ready, Lupy!” Snackers whispered down in support, flexing his thumb back to brush down the wolf’s entire arm.
Lupus surveyed the area, absorbing the glistening lake and the enthusiastic cheers of Rayne and Deko beneath him. Lupus muttered quietly to himself, then fixed his gaze on the extended, fuzzy finger in front of him. “Here goes nothing,” He muttered.
With a push, he moved away from Snackers’ chest and swiftly ran across the raccoon’s hand, eventually leaping off the fingertip. Lupus tucked his chin and drew his knees to his chest as he soared through the air. Curled up tightly, he performed a backward rotation in the air, then stretched out to enter the water with a precise, fingers-first manoeuvre.
Lupus vanished underwater, leaving Snackers, Deko, and Rayne in stunned silence. They witnessed the ripples spreading out from the exact spot he had entered. The lake seemed to hold its breath, creating an almost palpable tension in the air.
“Damn,” Snackers grumbled, leaning closer and darkening the water with his shadow as he observed the bubbles. His striped tail stopped.
Deko leaned forward on his inflatable and caught Rayne’s gaze as she too looked at the water. “That’s why he wanted to go diving,” Deko whispered, awestruck yet anxious.
Rayne’s unwavering gaze accompanied his nod of agreement. “Yeah, I hope he’s okay, though.” He replied, counting the seconds, seconds that felt like hours.
A break in the water surface revealed Lupus bursting out. The wolf surfaced with a splash, his wet fur plastered against his face, and his eyes wide as he took in his friends’ reaction.
“Whoa, that was…great!” Lupus exclaimed, inhaling to refill his lungs. Similar to any dog post-bath, Lupus shook his head, causing droplets from his fur to scatter in every direction.
Snackers sighed in relief and clapped, using four fingers instead of two like he did when Rayne and Deko threw their cannonballs.
Deko paddled closer on his inflatable, followed by Rayne, both of them shouting out, “Lupy! That was incredible!”
As the wolf-shepherd and folf kept cheering for Lupus, Snackers approached the action and adjusted his position. He started by uncrossing his legs and swinging them around him, causing small tidal waves that radiate outwards to rock the small group.
Pressing against the lakebed, he stretched his legs out behind him. The water rippled around his furry limbs as they settled into a more comfortable position. Lowering his upper body, Snackers settled onto his stomach, forming a spacious and comfortable platform that pushed the lake water aside.
He settled down, his slim belly against the cool lake, and stretched his arms forward as his fluffy tail flopped down. Snackers positioned himself nearer to the group, his snout hovering above the water, creating ripples as he breathed. Above the glistening sun, his whiskers twitched and his emerald eyes sparkled.
“That’s…better,” Snackers exhaled, blasting another wave of humid breath that ruffled Deko, Rayne, and Lupus’ fur once more, almost knocking them aside.
“Come to join us, Snaccy?” Rayne called out.
“I’m just having a good time admiring the view,” he answered, his voice filled with humour. “So, Lupy, does that tick diving off my finger from your list?”
“Definitely!” Lupus called back. “That was amazing, Snackers! I couldn’t have asked for a better diving board.”
The wolf’s approval made Snackers’ smile grow wider. His striped tail wagged happily. “Glad you enjoyed it! Tonight, you are showing me that list. We are ticking off every single one!”
The hesitant wolf gave a nod to the raccoon. “Alright, Snackers. We can have a look tomorrow. How does that sound?”
“Okay, sounds good!” He fired back, chittering.
A cheerful smile appeared on Snackers’ lips. His eyes twinkling, he lifted a finger above the water, capturing Lupus and Rayne’s attention. Right as they comprehended the raccoon’s plot, they prepared to swiftly plunge into the water.
Without giving them a chance to escape, he flicked his finger downward, sending a spray of water arcing towards Deko. “Is that all you got?” Deko taunted, wiping water from his face. He moved closer to Snackers, prepared to administer his own form of justice to the raccoon. “C’mon then, babe, give us your best shot!”
“Okay!” He shrugged his shoulders, extending two fingers this time, ready to unleash a larger splash. Rayne and Lupus remained safe during the first round, but Snackers caught them in the lake when they came up for air.
Within seconds, a tremendous wall of water emerged from the point of impact, cascading over the trio. The impact sent Lupus and Rayne underwater briefly, causing Deko’s inflatable to be swept away, but the raccoon was prepared for the next stage.
Attempting to regain his balance on the inflatable, Deko’s back turned to Snackers, who hatched a mischievous plan that caused a sly grin to appear. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Deko, who floated closer to him. Soon, the raccoon’s lips separated, exposing a fleshy, salivating cavity.
With wide eyes, Lupus and Rayne observed the raccoon’s mouth getting bigger, moving closer to Deko’s inflatable. Snackers winked at them, signalling that it was all in good fun.
However, Deko remained oblivious until a ripple passed through the water, causing his inflatable to rock and jolt him upright. The folf felt a shiver run down his spine as a shadow swept over him, causing his neck fur to stand up. A disturbance beneath the water caused it to bubble and swell, giving way to a row of piercing daggers emerging from the lake.
“Huh?” Deko’s reaction was immediate; his ears flicked in surprise, and his arms flailed as he felt the warm, humid environment envelop him. The folf’s stomach twisted in knots as he saw his boyfriend’s massive jaws emerging from the water.
With a quick glance behind, Deko witnessed a colossal cavern of flesh encircling him. “Snacccy, oh my god!” the folf yelped, already rushing to paddle his inflatable out of the raccoon’s mouth, but it was too late.
When Deko disappeared from sight, captured, the raccoon lifted his massive head. Lake water cascaded down the raccoon’s muzzle, its shimmered streams flowing through his teeth as more of the fleshy interior revealed themselves.
The cosy embrace of his boyfriend’s mouth filled Deko with immense delight as he revelled in the softness of his tongue and the playful tickle of his breath, a gleeful grin on his face. “W-Whoa…” Deko murmured in awe as he looked around and observed the water receding.
As the water disappeared, the raccoon’s mouth transformed into a cosy, steamy cavern, brightened by the reflection of light on the lake. Snackers was in the midst of a pink and white landscape, with his tongue serving as a plush, cushioned floor. As soon as the raccoon's tongue was exposed, he ran his fingers along
the squishy, bumpy surface, causing Snackers to let out a giggle.
From the ground, Lupus and Rayne exchanged a knowing smile, equally wide. The wolf-shepherd couldn’t resist his curiosity and yelled up to the raccoon, “Hey Snackers, are you planning to eat Deko again?””
Snackers emitted a deep, pensive hum that reverberated inside his mouth. By wiggling his tongue, he made Deko cling tightly to his inflatable to prevent slipping into the raccoon’s throat. To safeguard his boyfriend, Snackers pressed his lips together and glanced at Lupus and Rayne. With a hint of mockery in his tone, he teased, “Hmmm, perhaps. He is tasty.”
“Oh no, not again! Not the rac tummy!” he pleaded, pressing a hand down on the raccoon’s tongue to slide his inflatable towards his lips.
With an eye roll, Snackers used his tongue to push Deko against the roof of his mouth. Lowering his tongue to release Deko, he muttered, “I think I’ll save the small blueberry for later. I wouldn’t want to spoil dinner, after all.”
Right after he finished speaking, he brought his hand up and placed it beneath his mouth. While doing so, the raccoon moved his tongue to direct Deko and the inflatable towards his mouth.
The folf used his hand to push against Snackers’ tongue, struggling to maintain balance while sliding out through the lips.
Leaning closer, Snackers let Deko slip out of his mouth and onto his moist, fur-covered palm.
With precision, Snackers tilted his hand downwards, sending Deko and his inflatable back into the water, accompanied by a slight splash. The raccoon’s large green eyes watched as his small boyfriend safely landed on the lake.
“There, better, babe?” Snackers emitted a sound of pretended naivety, then settled back down with a contented exhale. He stretched out further, leaning back to lift himself from the water just enough to create a cascading downpour down his belly to splash into the lake.
The raccoon’s ascent into the sky left Rayne, Lupus, and Deko in awe.
After getting up, he lifted his hand and scrubbed off the remaining water on his chest and stomach. As the titanic raccoon bathed, his friends marvelled at the sight, feeling the odd wave of disturbed lake water around Snackers’ toes.
Placing a hand on his waist, Snackers announced, “Now, I think we should go dry up, don’t you?” Speaking with a lighthearted tone, he directed his words to the trio before him.
As soon as the raccoon’s calf flexed, his leg swung forward over them. His wet paw swung overhead. A waterfall formed over Snackers’ tiny audience as the displaced lake water trickled down the gap between his toes.
Once the waterfall effect died down and the raccoon’s paw thumped behind them, Deko, Rayne, and Lupus glanced up to witness Snackers making his way to the shore. Everything from his swaying tail to his swinging hips and arms was hypnotic.
Snackers continued his walk with a flamboyant style, releasing all of his extroverted energy. The splashes quickly turned into echoing thooms as Snackers reached the land. His wet paws found delight in the pleasant touch of the cool grass.
Settling down near the lake, he extended one knee and rested his elbow on top, his imposing presence casting a shadow. The raccoon sat on the grass with its broad back and fluffy tail, resting its head on one paw, and looking at its friends with an affectionate smile.
Waving his fingers, Snacked called out with a friendly tone, “Come on out, you three. Let’s get dried off and get some food. I need food.”
As they left the lake, Rayne, Deko, and Lupus’s laughter intertwined with the serene rustle of the leaves. Eagerly, they approached Snackers to soak up the sun and dry off. Instead of expecting to lie on the grass beside his fuzzy thighs, the trio noticed the raccoon’s emerald eyes gleam.
Snackers shifted his feet back, rocketing both kneecaps up to bring his squishy paws in front of them like two welcoming cushions. “Who’s up for using these as towels?” Lifting his meaty soles, the raccoon wiggled his toes to show the group. “They’ll squeeze the water right off your body.”
When the trio looked at one another, their distinct facial expressions set them apart.
Deko, always seizing the opportunity to be near his Vastelerian boyfriend, spoke first. “Oh my gosh, Snaccy, yes!” he declared with a grin, diving into the shadow beneath the raccoon’s paws.
While Deko eagerly expressed himself without hesitation, Rayne found himself momentarily speechless. He looked at Deko’s obvious delight beneath the raccoon’s sole, and part of him wanted to dive into the fun.
Snackers lowered his finger and poked the back of the wolf-shepherd as Rayne hesitated. Even a slight nudge of encouragement was sufficient to lead Rayne towards his Vastelerian soles.
“Don’t stop, sweetie,” Snackers insisted in a loving rumble.
He quietly mumbled “Alright, alright” with a shy smile. Side by side with Deko, he bravely stepped forward and found safety under the raccoon’s second guarding paw. Even though Snackers’ fur was moist from the lake, the raccoon’s body emanated heat, creating a calming juxtaposition against the coolness.
Lupus was observant from a safe and respectful distance. Even though he sensed the lingering warmth of Snackers’ earlier gesture, he chose not to intrude on their moment. With a sigh, the wolf stepped back a few times on his own.
But Lupus didn’t get far. When he retreated for the fourth time, his heel was gently stroked by a soft and fuzzy object. At the exact moment he turned, he became aware that he had backed into Snackers’ paw, which had been patiently waiting for him. Four fingers closed around the wolf as he staggered back onto the plush surface.
Down to the canine with its pristine white fur, Snackers cooed, “Uh, uh, uh, Lupy. You belong here with us.”
‘Belong’. Lupus’ heart grew larger as the sound of that six letter word stroked his ears. His cheeks turned crimson due to the Vastelerians’ compassion, not the raccoon’s warmth.
Once he settled inside the raccoon’s fingers, Snackers positioned him on the pink shorts. Perched atop the soft fabric, they laid back to rest on the raccoon’s belly and sighed.
“That’s better,” Snackers remarked. “Once we are dry, we’ll go get some snacks.” He let out a contented sigh, wrapping his striped tail over his thighs to enclose Lupus.
Snackers brought down his paws on Deko and Rayne. Sandwiched between the creature’s humid fur and the grass. Bathed in the afternoon sunlight, their faces
appeared between the raccoon’s bulbous toes.
Nestled against Snackers’ plush belly, Lupus couldn’t resist smiling. His eyes briefly met the calm sky as he mentally compared his achievements to his ‘To-Do’ List. However, as he sank into the cosy material of the raccoon’s shorts, a faint trace of anxiety mingled with his satisfaction. Although he had made strides, he couldn’t shake the uneasiness of revealing his complete list tomorrow. For now, he cherished the safety provided by Snackers’ tail, feeling confident that he would have Deko, Rayne, and the most enormous support animal he knew beside him.
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Rayne - belongs to
pawlover007
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Although this setting is my own, outside Lupus, the following characters included in this story are not my own. This novel does not completely reflect their sona's size or personality, but instead focuses on who we are together as close friends.
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Snackers turned a quick stroll back to the lake house into a leisurely, comforting walk to accommodate his tiny companion. He carefully traversed the forest trail, taking precise and cautious steps. While retracing his boot prints, Snackers couldn’t shake the thoughts of the conversation and the plan he had made with Deko and Rayne to coax Lupus into exposing his hidden desires.
The lake house came into view as Snackers witnessed the sunlight filtering through the trees, casting beautiful patterns on the forest floor. Under the afternoon sun, Glendale lake shimmered. With the warm sun and cool breeze, it was the ideal time to take a dip. Snackers was filled with anticipation as he looked at the body of water in front of him.
Snackers slipped his hand into his pocket and raised Lupus up.
Enveloped by the raccoon’s fuzzy fingers, slid out of the pink pocket, the small arctic canine gazed upwards with curiosity. The raccoon’s face instantly captured his attention, with its shining emerald eyes, twitching snout, and the characteristic mask-like fur pattern.
Snackers suggested with a friendly smile, “Lupy, what do you say we go for a swim?” He readjusted his fuzzy fingers to completely surround the wolf.
Lupus blinked, his eyes shining with an icy blue hue as the sun’s light hit them. Hesitant and curious, the wolf’s small bushy tail wagged slightly at the idea.
When Snackers saw Lupus’ reaction, he couldn’t help but laugh. Then, he turned his gaze to his forehead where Deko and Rayne were nestled. With the same delicate care, the raccoon scooped the pair up, placing them on his open palm and onto the soft grass.
As the wolf shepherd’s paws touched the soft, warm grass, he stretched his legs. He looked at the lake while his flannel shirt fluttered in the breeze. Rayne puffed out his chest, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.
Shouting, “Hey, guys!” Rayne got the group’s attention. “I’m gonna grab Lupy and I’s swimming gear from the Raptor. I’ll be back in a sec—” He insisted, taking the folf’s backpack from him and strolling over to his truck with a flick of his tail.
“We’ll wait for you before we get changed.”
“No offence, Snaccy,” Rayne smirked at Snackers as he hopped into his car, teasingly saying, “But you take forever to change.”
“Is that so?” The raccoon raised a brow at the blue-haired canine while planting one hand on his waist.
“You had that coming after threatening to eat me, Snaccy,” Rayne quipped back.
“I think you might regret that, Rayne,” Deko interjected while cackling to Rayne.
Rayne scoffed, “I doubt he’ll do anything to me,” as he draped himself over the backseat. “He’ll never violate the ‘Vastelerian Compliance Act’.”
“True,” he muttered with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “I can’t harm you.”
Emboldened by the raccoon’s compliance, Rayne added, “see, what’s Snaccy gonna do to me-?”
Just as the wolf-shepherd was about to make another sassy remark, the Raptor shook violently as the heavy thud of the raccoon’s footsteps grew closer. Rayne slid his body across the cosy upholstery and looked out the front window. He couldn’t see much; just boot treads.
“Is Snaccy doing okay?” Lupus asked Deko. “It looks like he’s gonna step on Rayne.”
Deko calmly reassured Lupus, saying, “Don’t worry, this is normal. I’d just sit back and enjoy the show. Rayne is the one who brought this upon himself.”
Rayne couldn’t help but worry. Eventually, he ended up caught between the truck seats and in the shadow of his friend who was as tall as a building. Just as the wolf-shepherd moved to look outside, Snackers’ gigantic shoe came crashing down right next to the truck hood with a THOOOOM.
“Stay still, Rayne” Snackers’ voice came, filled with mock sternness, raising one of his boot tips in front of the truck. A strong sturdy rubber wall stood in front of the hood. The raccoon’s boot completely dwarfed Rayne’s truck, making it seem like a small toy.
Tapping his boot tip on the ground, he muttered, “What should I do with you?”, causing the truck to vibrate. “What to do?”
Rayne gripped the door handle tightly, ready to open it. “Hey, Snaccy?” He achieved only a few millimetres until the rim of the raccoon’s boot slapped down and barricaded him in. “Hey, what are you doing?!”
“Don’t fret, Rayne. I’ll be back to play with your tiny hot wheel soon,” Snackers reassured, draping his striped scarf off to dangle in front of the Lake House. With caution, the raccoon placed it over the small wooden house, creating a protective canopy from the sun.
With a smile, Snackers admired his handiwork and exclaimed, “There we go. A Vastelerian coat rack, or scarf…racc?” He chuckled at his own joke.
Deko and Lupus maintained deadpan expressions as they exchanged a silent look in response to the raccoon’s failed attempt at humour. The only thing that could be heard was the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind and Rayne’s muffled protests, as Snackers’ joke fell flat.
Rayne was unable to look away from the raccoon’s right boot, which was tapping in front of him. It was futile to divert his gaze as Snackers intentionally made the truck sway by working his boot into the ground. As he clenched the seat, he came to understand the gravity of his sassy comment.
Snackers, pleased with his makeshift scarf-rack, turned his attention to Rayne, who was still wrestling with the door and the boot. “I’m sorry for the wait, Rayne. It just takes ages for me to get changed, ya know?”
“Let me out!” the wolf-shepherd groaned as he attempted to push against the door, but the raccoon’s shoe didn’t budge.
Neither did Snackers’ stance. The raccoon took his time as he carefully untied his massive hiking boots.
Once again, the raccoon displayed his theatrical nature today. If nothing else, it was necessary. Snackers ensured Rayne could witness the loosening of the
golden laces, knowing that each untied knot brought the wolf-shepherd closer to his punishment.
When Snackers’ left shoe came untied, it exposed a foot covered in striped thigh-highs. As he removed his socked foot from the leather, the boot squealed before his paw slipped free and landed with a muffled thud in front of Rayne’s car.
Rayne, even with the fabric hiding his friends soles, witnessed the socks bunch and bend as Snackers flexed his toes, revelling in his freedom from the suffocating footwear.
After finishing with one boot, Snackers proceeded to remove the other one, putting on a show with the same teasing and dramatic flair. While the femboy was preoccupied with his other foot, Rayne made a sneaky move to push against the empty boot. However, even without the added weight of the raccoons’ foot inside the shoe, the hiking boot on its own was still heavy enough to keep him trapped in his own car.
When both his paws were liberated from the boots, he placed his feet in front of Rayne’s truck hood. Snackers continued tapping his toe while Rayne watched the raccoon impatiently drumming its toes hidden in socks on the ground, next to his friends’ hiking shoes.
Snackers reassured with a fake smile, “Don’t worry, cutie, I’ll be finished soon,” as he swung his left foot behind him. As the raccoon’s fingers made contact with the rim of his sock, they gripped his thigh high and yanked.
At the same time as the raccoon’s melodic voice, there was a subtle rumbling. After a gust of air, darkness engulfed the truck.
Outside, pitch-black. Well, almost.
Tiny pockets allowed slivers of sunlight to peek through. It acted as a filter for the sun’s rays. His fur strands were touched by the heat, which made him pat himself down to get rid of the sweat.
Rayne sensed the change in the air around him as he stirred in his seat. He absentmindedly wiped away a sweat bead on his forehead, furrowing his brows as the temperature appeared to increase. The air seemed oppressive and musty. Humid, almost comparable to the muggy British summer Lupus complained about.
His natural instincts prompted him to lean forward and narrow his eyes, allowing him to see the thermostat through the narrow gap between the truck seats. The temperature rose from a manageable 77°F to an uncomfortable 82°F.
“Snackers, what did you do?” Rayne whispered in concern, leaning his head between the front seats to peek out the window.
Thick fibres in shades of navy-blue and cyan barricaded him. Fabric. Cotton, it had to be. The humidity increase revealed that Snackers removed one of his garments. Only two of the raccoon’s attire had stripes, his scarf that now draped over the house and…
Sna…
Snackers’-s…
Rayne’s phone vibrated. Taking it out of his pocket, he answered the call. Instead of a greeting, the sound of laughter - two distinct chuckles, Lupus and Deko - met him.
“Guys?” Rayne asked, but the pair’s laughter continued for a moment longer before Deko’s voice came through.
“Rayne, what do you think of the view?” the folf snickered, still struggling to suppress his laughter.
But Rayne did not find it amusing. “What did he do?” he replied coldly.
His phone vibrated again. It’s not an incoming call this time, just a notification from Discord. ‘img.806’ was the label on the image he received. Without delay, Rayne opened the notification to stare at the attached photo that made his heart drop.
The garage was there. His parking spot and Snackers’ long thigh high draping across the garage roof and swallowing his truck beneath its mass.
Rayne’s gaze alternated between the picture and the fabric wall while the raccoon’s laughter crescendoed.
“There! All changed! Ready to go swimming guys-?”
The suffocating, stale heat grew stronger, and Rayne yearned for a breath of fresh air. Try as he might, the door stubbornly refused to open. The sound of the door creaking under the raccoon’s sock pressure was barely audible to the group. “Snackers, lift your sock off my car!” Despite his persistence in pushing against
the truck door, he couldn’t open it because the door was securely held shut by the hefty sock.
“Perhaps Rayne might need more time to change.” The raccoon’s joke wasn’t lost on the other two, but the wolf-shepherd blaring the horn from the truck trapped beneath the thigh-high didn’t catch it.
“I said, GET YOUR SOCK OFF MY TRUCK!” Rayne repeated, slamming a hand on the truck’s horn.
Snackers crouched and cast a shadow that obscured the light among the sock threads. Lifting the sock, he extended a finger to peer at Rayne. His innocent expression was directed towards the small truck. “Oh, you’re talking about this lil’ thing?” he said with a growing smile.
“Yes, that thing!” Rayne barked back.
“I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” Snackers whispered down, preparing to lower the rim of his sock back down over the truck hood.
In a display of irritation, Rayne huffed and flared his nostrils. “Come on, lift it already!””
Snackers disagreed by shaking his head. “What’s the magic word?”
“Snaccy, not now! Just—”
“Aww, come on. What’s the magic word?”
Realising he couldn’t escape the sock, the wolf-shepherd sighed in frustration and accepted his fate. Against his will, he submitted and managed to mutter, “please” between gritted teeth. “Can you please lift your sock off my truck?”
Snackers grinned, revealing his sharp, gleaming teeth. “That’s better! But, first things first,” the raccoon murmured to Rayne as he took out his phone. As the camera lens whirred, it honed in on the captured vehicle, prepared to immortalise this moment in history within the giant’s private collection.
“Oh, come on,” Rayne protested. “I said please, now you’re being a jerk.”
“That’s what you get for being cheeky.” As soon as he had his fun, he lifted the steamy sock off the truck with ease. “And here’s what’s behind curtain number one! A toy Ford Raptor!”
As the sock slipped off the truck, Rayne reached under the backseat for their swimming gear and quickly opened the door and exited the truck to face Snackers’ smirking mouth.
“There we go!” Snackers announced, turning the phone to show Rayne the bright screen. The image captured the scene perfectly, with the truck, the thigh-high, and Rayne’s annoyed expression. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing?”
Rayne couldn’t help but roll his eyes, although a small smile betrayed his attempt to stay annoyed. “No,” he waved away the compliment, avoiding Snackers’ enormous mobile billboard. The raccoon’s phone, only inches away, loomed like a giant cinema screen in his view.
“Couldn’t you have put your socks in the ERAS in the garage?” The wolf-shepherd challenged the raccoon, who giggled back.
“I thought you and your hot wheel could handle my socks,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He watched Rayne’s tail sway, amused by the subtle signs of his friend’s falsified frustration. “Besides, it made for a great photo, didn’t it?” the raccoon sighed.
Snackers tilted his head, thinking back to something, and then looked back to Lupus and Deko. “Hey Lupy, I’m guessing that wasn’t part of your to-do list, right?” he mumbled down, raising an eyebrow with a sly grin. His tone was light, but he still pressed the wolf on the subject.
The wolf’s ears twitched at the remark as he averted his gaze. “Uh,” he started, a bashful grin appearing on his face, “not exactly.”
Rayne walked past the raccoon’s phone, shaking his head with a small grin. He was welcomed by Deko and Lupus, both of whom were trying not to burst into laughter. Giving in, Rayne tossed the wolf’s shorts over to Lupus. “Now, are we swimming or not?”
Grinning, Deko nodded to show his agreement. Both of them removed their shirts, leaving them in just their shorts. They both folded their clothes and set them aside.
Lupus did the same, removing his flannel shirt and throwing it onto the growing pile of clothes Deko and Rayne were creating. The arctic wolf’s lean, athletic build caught the light, its rays highlighting his toned physique as he stretched.
Meanwhile, Snackers was taking back his blue striped scarf that was on the lake house roof. Mindful of the delicate structure of the building, he carefully slid it off with his huge hands.
After taking it off, he happily walked towards his backpack near the garage door. He unzipped his bag, placed his scarf inside, and searched through it, swaying his hips from side to side. Using its large fingers, the raccoon rummaged through the leftover snacks and its folded Godzilla onesie until it discovered what it was searching for. He triumphantly revealed a small, colourful inflatable pool float, perfectly sized for his boyfriend.
“Babe, I have a little something special for you!” Snackers called out, grasping the inflatable aloft between two fingers. He returned to the group, the mini pool float looking almost comically small in the raccoon’s grasp.
The folf’s eyes widened in joy as he caught sight of the inflatable hanging above. “Woah, thanks babe!” Deko yipped, his slim blue tail wagging.
Snackers kneeled down and placed the float in front of Deko’s paws. “It’s all yours,” he said, smiling warmly. “I thought you might enjoy having a place to lay down while in the water.”
Arching his eyebrow, the wolf chuckled and folded his arms. “Hang on a minute. You remembered the inflatable, but forgot the tents?”
Snackers shrugged. “Did sleeping in my thigh highs make up for it?” he teased, standing back up. “Or, would you like to sleep on my stomach tonight, Lupy?”
Lupus blushed and hesitated before saying, “Sleeping on your stomach might not be too bad, as long as you don’t roll over in your sleep!” As he spoke, his tail swayed.
“If you have the racc’s belly, Rayne and I will take the socks. Deal?” Deko giggled, nudging Lupus with his elbow, and then offered his hand to the wolf.
Just as Lupus was about to seal the deal with a handshake, Rayne abruptly interrupted by slapping his shoulder.
“Ready to go in, Lupy?” Rayne asked.
Deko interjected, “Rayne, do you want to see who can make the biggest cannonball?”
Rayne’s competitive fire blazed. “You’re on!” he exclaimed, pivoting on his heel to line up a few feet from the water’s edge. He glanced at Deko, sizing up his competition.
As the two competitors readied themselves, Lupus, lost in thought, failed to notice the soft, fuzzy ankle behind him. While moving backwards, he accidentally bumped into something soft—Snackers’ toes.
With wide eyes, Lupus turned abruptly. The wiggling toes of the leviathan in his vision confirmed who was behind, causing him to gulp. “Whoops, uh, sorry mate,” the wolf giggled, stepping forward and looking up at the towering raccoon.
Snackers chuckled, unfazed, but Lupus could sense the blush creeping up his face.
Lupus gave Deko and Rayne a quick glare, hoping they hadn’t witnessed the error, but their raised eyebrows and smirks indicated otherwise
Instead of acknowledging the wolf’s clumsiness, Snackers chose to lean closer to the competitors.
In the midst of the raccoon lowering, Rayne interjected, suggesting, “Snackers, why not save your cannonball practice for later?” He insisted. He indulged in a detailed daydream where the raccoon caused a tidal wave at the lake house.
As the raccoon’s ears sagged, Lupus extended his hand and caressed Snackers’ ankle. “How about you be the judge, Snaccy?” he insisted, smiling up at his looming friend.
Snackers’ ears shot up in response. Straightening himself, he directed his focus towards the two racers below. “That sounds epic!” Snackers said, his extensive, striped tail swishing behind him. “Alright, alright, let’s get this started!” Snackers boomed, his voice echoing across the grassy field.
Lupus, not fully at ease after colliding with the raccoon’s ankle, took a few careful steps backward. He observed Deko and Rayne as they took their positions at the starting line. The wolf had just centred himself when Snackers interrupted with a throat-clearing noise.
Everyone looked up at the raccoon, who raised one arm with fingers spread wide. “Ready,” Snackers said, pausing as his fingers pointed to the blue sky, “set,” he added. And then, with a dramatic pause, “go!”
Both competitors swiftly started moving, their legs pumping as they raced across the vibrant green grass. Deko and Rayne’s foot paws were thudding against the ground, along with the occasional sound of laughter between them.
The end point drew near as the grass and dirt converged with the water’s edge. Rayne and Deko exchanged a brief look, silently acknowledging their friendly competition. In those quick moments, their minds and bodies were perfectly aligned, both preparing for an imminent jump. Then, both of them launched into the air, propelled by the sheer momentum of their sprint.
With only milliseconds apart, Rayne first, they both made contact with the water, creating two small splashes that expanded in all directions. Water droplets shot out from the impact sight to rain down shy from the raccoon judge’s toes.
They emerged from the water, gasping, laughing, and gazing at each other and their Vastelerian judge.
“Not too shabby, not to shobby at all!” Snackers called out, clapping four fingers, two on two, together, almost drowning the sound of Lupus’ clapping. “But I think I should show you two how it’s done, right?” The raccoon insisted, swinging a foot back away from the lake bed.
Snackers’ paw landed with a thump, interrupting Rayne and Deko’s laughter as he readied to jump into Lake Glendale. The magnitude of what was about to unfold became clear as the giant raccoon’s eyes locked onto the lake.
And Snackers caught them in his trajectory.
Rayne pleaded for Snackers to reconsider, but it was already too late. The raccoon, with all the enthusiasm of a puppy running in a park, had already slammed a foot forward.
He chuckled and reassured, “I was only joking, come on.”
The wolf-shepherd exhaled, unaware that he had been holding his breath, and Deko’s stance eased, though they both stayed cautious, still trying to recover from the fright. It took them a moment to process that Snackers was only teasing.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist! You should’ve seen your faces!” He chuckled as he stepped forward. “But I’m still gonna join you two.”
Rayne and Deko believed they had escaped Snackers’ powerful paws, only to see the femboy approaching them. Although the raccoon was cautious, the image of Snackers’ earlier threat loomed large in their minds. “Umm, sure babe, come in,” Deko agreed with a light nod.
The way Snackers moved was a perfect balance of strength and grace. His hips gyrated as his plump paws dipped into the water. With each stride, the water parted around his feet, creating a trail of frothy currents in its wake. Displaced water washed over the swimmers and crashed against the raccoon’s ankle.
Once he reached the centre, he stopped. Even at the deepest point of the lake, his grey furred calves were only partially covered by the water. Giggles erupted from Lupus, Deko, and Rayne as Snackers eased into the water. Lake Glendale was a shallow kiddie pool for Snackers.
“Having fun, hun?” Deko projected to his towering lover with amusement.
Snackers looked down and smiled in amusement. He playfully sighed and said, “Sweetheart, it’s just a pool.” The raccoon’s foot shifted, swirling a toe, creating ripples that splashed towards Deko and Rayne.
At that moment, Snackers’ large fingers emerged above the folf, clutching the small inflatable. “You forgot this,” the raccoon told him. “Don’t lose it in the ‘puddle’, okay?” He insisted, releasing the inflatable to slap onto the water.
“Oh, whoops,” Deko responded sheepishly and climbed onto the inflatable. “Thanks, babe,” he beamed up to the raccoon and kicked back to relax on the smooth, pliable surface.
Lupus, at the edge, voiced his thoughts. He playfully teased, “Mate, if you gave diving a try, you’d hit the bottom before even getting your tail wet,” as he observed the raccoon lifting its head to face him.
“True, Lupy. Are you planning on joining us too?” Snackers asked, waiting with a hand on his hip. “Wasn’t diving off my finger on your ‘To-Do List’?”
Rubbing his arm, the wolf responded, “It is. May I go in the water first, please?“
“Of course you can, Lupy.”
“Thank you,” he whispered while the ground appeared darker as Snackers leaned forward, beckoning Lupus to look up at the raccoon.
Snackers whispered tenderly, expressing, “I’ve got you. Let me know when you wanna do your diving, okay?” He winked at the arctic wolf, then leaned back, his paw slipping from his waist.
The raccoon gradually immersed himself in the water, feeling its icy touch creep up his tail. With his calves underwater, he crossed his legs, creating a gentle ripple in the water. His striped, elongated tail curled around behind him, creating small waves that lapped against the shore.
When he finally settled, he laid one massive hand on his thigh and lightly tapped the water with the other.
Rayne, floating beside Deko, spoke up. “Come on, Lupus, don’t just stand there. The water’s perfect!” He gestured.
The sunlight reflected off the water, causing bright flashes that made it hard for Lupus to see, but he could still see the wolf-shepherd’s eyes.
In surrender, Lupus made his way to the edge of the lake.
Unlike his friends, he prepared to slip into the lake. He bent his knees and entered the water by sliding. Shimming his hips, he floated towards Deko and Rayne while tiny waves softly lapped against his abdomen. As he approached them, Lupus reclined and allowed the undulating water to carry him the rest of the way. Feeling the refreshing water on his skin sent shivers down his spine, offering a welcome break from the hot sun overhead.
The lake’s motion hugged him. With almost no effort, Lupus used his leg kicks to move himself forward as he floated closer. When he was within arm’s reach of Deko and Rayne, the wolf laid back in the water with a contented sigh.
“Y-Yeah—,” Lupus exhaled and let the water catch his weight. “This is nice.”
From his spot on the inflatable, Deko glanced up to meet the wolf’s gaze. “So, how does the water feel?”
“It feels amazing,” Lupus replied, adjusting himself in the cool water that warmed his muscles while the sun warmed his face. Taking his place in front of Deko, Rayne, and Snackers, he let out a sigh and cleared his mind of any distractions.
Deko insisted, stretching his arms behind his head and relaxing on the inflatable, saying “Awesome, Lupy.”
With a grin, the wolf-shepherd remarked, “You sure took your time.”
Lupus chuckled. With a sly admission of “Yeah, yeah, mate,” he slid his hand beneath the water, catching Rayne off guard as he splashed water in the wolf-shepherd’s direction.
In an instant, water splashed on Rayne. With water dripping down his face, the wolf-shepherd abruptly shifted his focus to the arctic wolf. “So, that’s how it’s gonna be?” Just like Lupus, he also swiftly splashed water back without any hesitation.
Chaos ensued. Locked in a friendly competition, they flung water in every direction. The scene was filled with splashes, giggles, and mock challenges as the Vastelerian raccoon watched with a big smile.
Right when it felt like the battle would never end, they were startled by a rumbling chitter.
“Gosh, you guys are so adorable,” Snackers chimed in, his voice booming with affection as he shifted his enormous weight closer to the trio.
Pausing, the group shifted their attention to the Vastelerian raccoon, their laughter diminishing but still audible. Deko smirked up at him, “Jealous you’re missing out, honey.”
“Deko, would you like me to nom you, again?” Snackers scoffed, watching the folf’s ears perk up and eyelids widen at his remark. Then, his senses sharpened to Lupus. Leaning closer, he flared his nostrils to observe any worrisome signs from the arctic wolf. “Having fun, Lupy?” The raccoon’s whisper caused ripples on the lake’s surface.
“I’m really enjoying myself, mate,” he responded happily, sighing as he settled into the comforting water.“I’m really enjoying myself, mate,” he responded happily, sighing as he settled into the comforting water. Nevertheless, it provided him with an opportunity to reflect on the time he shared some of his dreams in the journal with the group, specifically the desire to dive off Snackers’ enormous finger.
The idea of leaping from the gigantic raccoon’s finger was too tempting to ignore. It was among the earliest entries in his journal—a peculiar, nonsensical wish that had somehow lodged itself in his thoughts and now refused to go away. It was so clear in his mind - the rush of wind, the sudden thrill of diving into the water below.
Interrupting his daydream, a voice said only one word: “Lupus.” Deko muttered and the wolf locked eyes with him.
“Can I ask something? Why did you want to dive off Snackers’ finger?”
As Lupus blinked, the daydream faded, leaving behind a longing feeling. “It’s... well, I haven’t been swimming since they closed the pool in my town. There were budget cuts to fund local law enforcement.
With a raised eyebrow and tilted head, Deko showed his curiosity. Let me guess, you’re referring to law enforcement for Petritans and Vastelerians, correct?”
“For border controls with Vastelerian communities, but yes,” Lupus sighed. Sacrifices were required from communities. We just didn’t decide what was on the chopping block.”
In a comforting manner, Rayne whispered, “I’m sorry, dude.”
“Yeah, truly, sweetie” Snackers added.
With the memory of his pool still lingering in his thoughts, Lupus thought, 'Should I?'
As soon as he imagined standing on Snackers’ finger and diving, it consumed his thoughts. Yet, the initial thrill was quickly overtaken by a wave of second thoughts. The volume of the inner debate increased until he heard the raccoon speaking. It tipped the scales in favour of taking the plunge, and after taking a deep breath, he sighed out, “maybe I should…”
He collected himself and then glanced upwards, meeting Snackers’ piercing emerald eyes. “Snaccy, I believe I’m ready.”
Rayne tilted his head, asking “ready for what?” a prolonged splash from behind cut the wolf-shepherd off. As he looked to the side, he caught sight of Snackers’ tail flicking with anticipation. “Right, you wanted to go diving?”
Lupus nodded. “Yeah, I think I want to try. I mean, if that’s alright?”
Rayne’s competitive nature waned when he noticed the sincerity in Lupus’ gaze. “Of course, dude!” Rayne replied with an encouraging grin.
Trying to calm their nerves, Lupus raised their head to look at the raccoon and exclaimed, “Snackers!” He raised his voice above the waves. “I’m ready whenever you are!”
Snackers’ ears perked up at the sound of Lupus’ call. An infectious smile burst across the raccoon’s lips as he leaned forward slightly, raising his keister above the water. “Yeah?! Let’s see what you’ve got, Lupy!” He barked, shifting his vast bulk more, making sure his legs and tail were moving sluggishly to avoid creating too many tidal waves.
As the raccoon dipped its hand into the water, its tail swished faster and created larger waves. His fingers, each as wide as a small kayak, slipped into the water and scooped up a generous amount of lake water along with Lupus floating in its centre.
Snackers raised his hand, and water trickled down his fingers like a sparkling waterfall. Like a bowl, the raccoon’s cupped paw still contained a fraction of the water. The water flow was slow, ensuring Lupus could adjust to the draining surface.
“W-Whoa!” Lupus exclaimed, witnessing his friends’ masked-furred visage come closer into view.
Snackers quickly smirked at the wolf’s surprised expression. “Feeling alright down there, Lupy?” he queried tenderly, blowing his warm breath to conflict with the wolf’s drenched fur.
Looking up, Lupus nodded in agreement. “Y-Yeah, I am. Thank you, big guy,” he responded with a steady voice.
“Awesome! How high did you want to go?” Snackers asked as he hoisted his palm up to level out near the raccoon’s fluffy chest.
Taking a moment to think, Lupus glanced at his friend's grey furred chest. “Um, your chest will work, maybe?” he suggested with a shrivel of doubt.
“My big, fluffy chest it is then, sweetie,” He affectionately murmured, readjusting his elbow to press his palm against his rib cage, emphasising his large, fluffy chest. “Alright, how’s that?” When the palm opened up, it formed a platform at the same height as Snackers’ pectoral.
Lupus shifted his feet on the raccoon’s palm, getting ready to stand. The canine used his paws to dig in and maintain his grip on Snackers’ hand, despite the
slippery and curved surface. He reclined, applying pressure to his back against the raccoon’s side. It offered secure support as he reestablished his equilibrium.
“Whenever you’re ready, Lupy!” Snackers whispered down in support, flexing his thumb back to brush down the wolf’s entire arm.
Lupus surveyed the area, absorbing the glistening lake and the enthusiastic cheers of Rayne and Deko beneath him. Lupus muttered quietly to himself, then fixed his gaze on the extended, fuzzy finger in front of him. “Here goes nothing,” He muttered.
With a push, he moved away from Snackers’ chest and swiftly ran across the raccoon’s hand, eventually leaping off the fingertip. Lupus tucked his chin and drew his knees to his chest as he soared through the air. Curled up tightly, he performed a backward rotation in the air, then stretched out to enter the water with a precise, fingers-first manoeuvre.
Lupus vanished underwater, leaving Snackers, Deko, and Rayne in stunned silence. They witnessed the ripples spreading out from the exact spot he had entered. The lake seemed to hold its breath, creating an almost palpable tension in the air.
“Damn,” Snackers grumbled, leaning closer and darkening the water with his shadow as he observed the bubbles. His striped tail stopped.
Deko leaned forward on his inflatable and caught Rayne’s gaze as she too looked at the water. “That’s why he wanted to go diving,” Deko whispered, awestruck yet anxious.
Rayne’s unwavering gaze accompanied his nod of agreement. “Yeah, I hope he’s okay, though.” He replied, counting the seconds, seconds that felt like hours.
A break in the water surface revealed Lupus bursting out. The wolf surfaced with a splash, his wet fur plastered against his face, and his eyes wide as he took in his friends’ reaction.
“Whoa, that was…great!” Lupus exclaimed, inhaling to refill his lungs. Similar to any dog post-bath, Lupus shook his head, causing droplets from his fur to scatter in every direction.
Snackers sighed in relief and clapped, using four fingers instead of two like he did when Rayne and Deko threw their cannonballs.
Deko paddled closer on his inflatable, followed by Rayne, both of them shouting out, “Lupy! That was incredible!”
As the wolf-shepherd and folf kept cheering for Lupus, Snackers approached the action and adjusted his position. He started by uncrossing his legs and swinging them around him, causing small tidal waves that radiate outwards to rock the small group.
Pressing against the lakebed, he stretched his legs out behind him. The water rippled around his furry limbs as they settled into a more comfortable position. Lowering his upper body, Snackers settled onto his stomach, forming a spacious and comfortable platform that pushed the lake water aside.
He settled down, his slim belly against the cool lake, and stretched his arms forward as his fluffy tail flopped down. Snackers positioned himself nearer to the group, his snout hovering above the water, creating ripples as he breathed. Above the glistening sun, his whiskers twitched and his emerald eyes sparkled.
“That’s…better,” Snackers exhaled, blasting another wave of humid breath that ruffled Deko, Rayne, and Lupus’ fur once more, almost knocking them aside.
“Come to join us, Snaccy?” Rayne called out.
“I’m just having a good time admiring the view,” he answered, his voice filled with humour. “So, Lupy, does that tick diving off my finger from your list?”
“Definitely!” Lupus called back. “That was amazing, Snackers! I couldn’t have asked for a better diving board.”
The wolf’s approval made Snackers’ smile grow wider. His striped tail wagged happily. “Glad you enjoyed it! Tonight, you are showing me that list. We are ticking off every single one!”
The hesitant wolf gave a nod to the raccoon. “Alright, Snackers. We can have a look tomorrow. How does that sound?”
“Okay, sounds good!” He fired back, chittering.
A cheerful smile appeared on Snackers’ lips. His eyes twinkling, he lifted a finger above the water, capturing Lupus and Rayne’s attention. Right as they comprehended the raccoon’s plot, they prepared to swiftly plunge into the water.
Without giving them a chance to escape, he flicked his finger downward, sending a spray of water arcing towards Deko. “Is that all you got?” Deko taunted, wiping water from his face. He moved closer to Snackers, prepared to administer his own form of justice to the raccoon. “C’mon then, babe, give us your best shot!”
“Okay!” He shrugged his shoulders, extending two fingers this time, ready to unleash a larger splash. Rayne and Lupus remained safe during the first round, but Snackers caught them in the lake when they came up for air.
Within seconds, a tremendous wall of water emerged from the point of impact, cascading over the trio. The impact sent Lupus and Rayne underwater briefly, causing Deko’s inflatable to be swept away, but the raccoon was prepared for the next stage.
Attempting to regain his balance on the inflatable, Deko’s back turned to Snackers, who hatched a mischievous plan that caused a sly grin to appear. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Deko, who floated closer to him. Soon, the raccoon’s lips separated, exposing a fleshy, salivating cavity.
With wide eyes, Lupus and Rayne observed the raccoon’s mouth getting bigger, moving closer to Deko’s inflatable. Snackers winked at them, signalling that it was all in good fun.
However, Deko remained oblivious until a ripple passed through the water, causing his inflatable to rock and jolt him upright. The folf felt a shiver run down his spine as a shadow swept over him, causing his neck fur to stand up. A disturbance beneath the water caused it to bubble and swell, giving way to a row of piercing daggers emerging from the lake.
“Huh?” Deko’s reaction was immediate; his ears flicked in surprise, and his arms flailed as he felt the warm, humid environment envelop him. The folf’s stomach twisted in knots as he saw his boyfriend’s massive jaws emerging from the water.
With a quick glance behind, Deko witnessed a colossal cavern of flesh encircling him. “Snacccy, oh my god!” the folf yelped, already rushing to paddle his inflatable out of the raccoon’s mouth, but it was too late.
When Deko disappeared from sight, captured, the raccoon lifted his massive head. Lake water cascaded down the raccoon’s muzzle, its shimmered streams flowing through his teeth as more of the fleshy interior revealed themselves.
The cosy embrace of his boyfriend’s mouth filled Deko with immense delight as he revelled in the softness of his tongue and the playful tickle of his breath, a gleeful grin on his face. “W-Whoa…” Deko murmured in awe as he looked around and observed the water receding.
As the water disappeared, the raccoon’s mouth transformed into a cosy, steamy cavern, brightened by the reflection of light on the lake. Snackers was in the midst of a pink and white landscape, with his tongue serving as a plush, cushioned floor. As soon as the raccoon's tongue was exposed, he ran his fingers along
the squishy, bumpy surface, causing Snackers to let out a giggle.
From the ground, Lupus and Rayne exchanged a knowing smile, equally wide. The wolf-shepherd couldn’t resist his curiosity and yelled up to the raccoon, “Hey Snackers, are you planning to eat Deko again?””
Snackers emitted a deep, pensive hum that reverberated inside his mouth. By wiggling his tongue, he made Deko cling tightly to his inflatable to prevent slipping into the raccoon’s throat. To safeguard his boyfriend, Snackers pressed his lips together and glanced at Lupus and Rayne. With a hint of mockery in his tone, he teased, “Hmmm, perhaps. He is tasty.”
“Oh no, not again! Not the rac tummy!” he pleaded, pressing a hand down on the raccoon’s tongue to slide his inflatable towards his lips.
With an eye roll, Snackers used his tongue to push Deko against the roof of his mouth. Lowering his tongue to release Deko, he muttered, “I think I’ll save the small blueberry for later. I wouldn’t want to spoil dinner, after all.”
Right after he finished speaking, he brought his hand up and placed it beneath his mouth. While doing so, the raccoon moved his tongue to direct Deko and the inflatable towards his mouth.
The folf used his hand to push against Snackers’ tongue, struggling to maintain balance while sliding out through the lips.
Leaning closer, Snackers let Deko slip out of his mouth and onto his moist, fur-covered palm.
With precision, Snackers tilted his hand downwards, sending Deko and his inflatable back into the water, accompanied by a slight splash. The raccoon’s large green eyes watched as his small boyfriend safely landed on the lake.
“There, better, babe?” Snackers emitted a sound of pretended naivety, then settled back down with a contented exhale. He stretched out further, leaning back to lift himself from the water just enough to create a cascading downpour down his belly to splash into the lake.
The raccoon’s ascent into the sky left Rayne, Lupus, and Deko in awe.
After getting up, he lifted his hand and scrubbed off the remaining water on his chest and stomach. As the titanic raccoon bathed, his friends marvelled at the sight, feeling the odd wave of disturbed lake water around Snackers’ toes.
Placing a hand on his waist, Snackers announced, “Now, I think we should go dry up, don’t you?” Speaking with a lighthearted tone, he directed his words to the trio before him.
As soon as the raccoon’s calf flexed, his leg swung forward over them. His wet paw swung overhead. A waterfall formed over Snackers’ tiny audience as the displaced lake water trickled down the gap between his toes.
Once the waterfall effect died down and the raccoon’s paw thumped behind them, Deko, Rayne, and Lupus glanced up to witness Snackers making his way to the shore. Everything from his swaying tail to his swinging hips and arms was hypnotic.
Snackers continued his walk with a flamboyant style, releasing all of his extroverted energy. The splashes quickly turned into echoing thooms as Snackers reached the land. His wet paws found delight in the pleasant touch of the cool grass.
Settling down near the lake, he extended one knee and rested his elbow on top, his imposing presence casting a shadow. The raccoon sat on the grass with its broad back and fluffy tail, resting its head on one paw, and looking at its friends with an affectionate smile.
Waving his fingers, Snacked called out with a friendly tone, “Come on out, you three. Let’s get dried off and get some food. I need food.”
As they left the lake, Rayne, Deko, and Lupus’s laughter intertwined with the serene rustle of the leaves. Eagerly, they approached Snackers to soak up the sun and dry off. Instead of expecting to lie on the grass beside his fuzzy thighs, the trio noticed the raccoon’s emerald eyes gleam.
Snackers shifted his feet back, rocketing both kneecaps up to bring his squishy paws in front of them like two welcoming cushions. “Who’s up for using these as towels?” Lifting his meaty soles, the raccoon wiggled his toes to show the group. “They’ll squeeze the water right off your body.”
When the trio looked at one another, their distinct facial expressions set them apart.
Deko, always seizing the opportunity to be near his Vastelerian boyfriend, spoke first. “Oh my gosh, Snaccy, yes!” he declared with a grin, diving into the shadow beneath the raccoon’s paws.
While Deko eagerly expressed himself without hesitation, Rayne found himself momentarily speechless. He looked at Deko’s obvious delight beneath the raccoon’s sole, and part of him wanted to dive into the fun.
Snackers lowered his finger and poked the back of the wolf-shepherd as Rayne hesitated. Even a slight nudge of encouragement was sufficient to lead Rayne towards his Vastelerian soles.
“Don’t stop, sweetie,” Snackers insisted in a loving rumble.
He quietly mumbled “Alright, alright” with a shy smile. Side by side with Deko, he bravely stepped forward and found safety under the raccoon’s second guarding paw. Even though Snackers’ fur was moist from the lake, the raccoon’s body emanated heat, creating a calming juxtaposition against the coolness.
Lupus was observant from a safe and respectful distance. Even though he sensed the lingering warmth of Snackers’ earlier gesture, he chose not to intrude on their moment. With a sigh, the wolf stepped back a few times on his own.
But Lupus didn’t get far. When he retreated for the fourth time, his heel was gently stroked by a soft and fuzzy object. At the exact moment he turned, he became aware that he had backed into Snackers’ paw, which had been patiently waiting for him. Four fingers closed around the wolf as he staggered back onto the plush surface.
Down to the canine with its pristine white fur, Snackers cooed, “Uh, uh, uh, Lupy. You belong here with us.”
‘Belong’. Lupus’ heart grew larger as the sound of that six letter word stroked his ears. His cheeks turned crimson due to the Vastelerians’ compassion, not the raccoon’s warmth.
Once he settled inside the raccoon’s fingers, Snackers positioned him on the pink shorts. Perched atop the soft fabric, they laid back to rest on the raccoon’s belly and sighed.
“That’s better,” Snackers remarked. “Once we are dry, we’ll go get some snacks.” He let out a contented sigh, wrapping his striped tail over his thighs to enclose Lupus.
Snackers brought down his paws on Deko and Rayne. Sandwiched between the creature’s humid fur and the grass. Bathed in the afternoon sunlight, their faces
appeared between the raccoon’s bulbous toes.
Nestled against Snackers’ plush belly, Lupus couldn’t resist smiling. His eyes briefly met the calm sky as he mentally compared his achievements to his ‘To-Do’ List. However, as he sank into the cosy material of the raccoon’s shorts, a faint trace of anxiety mingled with his satisfaction. Although he had made strides, he couldn’t shake the uneasiness of revealing his complete list tomorrow. For now, he cherished the safety provided by Snackers’ tail, feeling confident that he would have Deko, Rayne, and the most enormous support animal he knew beside him.
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Although this setting is my own, outside Lupus, the following characters included in this story are not my own. This novel does not completely reflect their sona's size or personality, but instead focuses on who we are together as close friends.
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