Original date posted on Fur Affinity: Jun 6th, 2018 12:48 AM
Fifteen minutes later, and the entire cabin let out a collective sigh. They did not want to bare themselves to the world so easily, but, with the current situation, it appeared as if they had little say in the matter. So, begrudgingly, each and every Mantis present started the long trudge to the mess hall. They were prepared for the worst and ot seems to be as bad as it could get.
As they walked, Ivu and Roh joined Sesh at the front of the group, their briefs complementing the small muscles on their bodies. Roh, rubbing his sore rear, then growled.
“Fucking Hornets. A guy can’t wear tighty-whities in peace nowadays. Back in Argon, people weren’t this aggravating!”
“They didn’t have bullies where you lived?” Sesh asked, puzzled.
“Not really. Where I grew up, everyone was rich.” Roh grunted out as he fished some fabric from between his cheeks. Ivu giggled, and smacked the whitie-clad butt once, causing Roh to shriek. It was then followed by Roh punching Ivu hard in the arm.
“Ow…” Ivu rubbed his shoulder, “...jerk.”
“Guys! Mess hall up ahead!” One of the other Mantises called out.
Indeed, the fabled mess hall lay ahead of them. Shouts and chatter from the campers filled their ears, causing them to halt. Once they cleared this grove of trees, they would be in full view of the entire camp...and no one was ready for this level of humiliation yet. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the time nor alternate options…
Sighing, Sesh headed for the mess hall, his cabin mates following closely behind him.
The laughter that followed as the Mantises strolled onto the mess hall floor was degrading, to say the least. Everyone laughed at them, and there were even mocking cheers and whistles. The Hornets from before whooped and bellowed as they displayed some of their clothes in the air. The Wasps likewise cackled, looking like the Hornets but with red t-shirts and nicer shorts. The Scorpions, were somewhat responsive, many laughing, and other simply grinning, their blue shirts catching Sesh’s eye. Even the Spiders, many wearing glasses and appearing lanky in their black shirts, were cackling at the exposed campers.
The Macan Moths also laughed, but many simply stared in confusion, wondering why the Snakari weren’t wearing their traditional camp gear. Their white t-shirts were easy to spot and he wished he could have been over there with them, or maybe some hole to live out his days.
As they continued to walk, Sesh glanced at the Hornets. As he did, the maroon Hornet from earlier stood atop their table, and then shouted at the them, “Hey! Dorks! Hope you enjoy this view!”
Without warning, he turned around, bent over and dropped his shorts and briefs, mooning the Mantises. He even threw in some smacks to taunt them before he pulled his pants up and sat back down amongst his laughing friends.
The cacophony was suddenly halted by a voice, as the scouts called out for the campers to shut up. As soon as they did, Syrosi, still adorned in his kingly garbs, stood up and faced the Mantises. Upon seeing the unsettling grin upon his face, Sesh immediately gulped in fear. He remembered what Koulak had said, and he gulped, taking a deep breath.
“O... Supreme Almighty Sexy Overlord…!”
Seshruk could hear his heartbeat thunder out, drowning out the laughter and jeers from the many scouts watching. His bunkmates too stared in shock, watching as he went with his gut feeling, winging it entirely.
“We...Mantis campers….present our butts for spanking!” he declared, face turning a bright red.
“What the hell are you saying Sesh?!” Iku whispered harshly.
“Are you insane?!” Roh asked in surprise as well, in hushed tones.
“Just do it man, it’s the damn rules...just follow my lead!” Sesh said, seething.
The hall roared with laughter at this peculiar display. Sesh mentally waved goodbye to his dignity, prepared for the worst that could transpire. He could only go lower and lower now, looking at Syrosi approach.
“Hmhmhmhm...Very good, Mantis. You even prepared yourselves and walked right in here in your undies. Alright, assume the buttsmack position!” Syrosi declared, twirling his staff
Begrudgingly, the Mantis campers assembled in a line once more, bending to show their butts to him. Syrosi spun the staff about, giving a firm smack on each of them, with some being struck on both cheeks. Roh unfortunately was smacked like a pair of drums, fondled about as the leader chuckled.
“Very fine batch here, all very nice butts for smacking!” he declared, as if sampling goods or testing sofas.
Seshruk winced, feeling the sting as Syrosi smacked hard on his blue undieclad rear. He definitely had done this before, considering how each hit actually hurt. The leader grinned, getting more adventurous as he went back and forth, sprinting as his outstretched arm smacked along the Snakari’s butts assembled in the line. He placed the staff between his legs, making it look like a long erect penis as he ‘hotdogged’ some of them, rubbing it between their butts through their underwear. All the while, both scout and spectating camper laughed, some with tears rolling down their cheeks. Syrosi acted naturally, like a performer as he gestured to the staff’s length. His natural flair made it look more like a show and every now and then he probed one of their butts with the stick. Sesh felt like a circus animal, except even the animals in the circus had it better than this. The first five Snakari then gasped, feeling him insert it through all their legholes. With a bow, he lifted it up, treating it like a weightlift. The five groaned out in pain, the staff effectively wedgieing them all at once, making some moan out in agony. Seshruk looked down, absolutely red as he looked on to what the spectators were doing.
The Hornets had the time of their lives, watching the scout leader embarrass all the Mantis campers with his acts. Then they began to chant, and Sesh tensed up.
“Bluebutt. Bluebutt! Bluebutt!! BLUEBUTT!”
Syrosi looked at them quizzically, then realized what they meant, looking at Seshruk. The chants grew in volume, and it spread to the main camp who followed suit. All eyes were on his scantily clad body, and he flushed red; redder than his scales already were. He had been pantsed before a class before, and he could wave it off. But here in his blue bikini briefs, and before at least a hundred plus people? He sighed, wondering why Rokka even existed.
“What a fitting name for you. Blue really compliments your scales,” Syrosi remarked.
“T-thanks...Supreme Almighty Sexy Overlord…” he said back, face red as he winced.
Syrosi nodded and then twirled his staff and smacked his ass with it.
“Scouts! Serve the food!” he shouted, smiling.
The camp gave a collective ‘yeah!’ in response, the scouts watching as the campers went to eat. Hornet tossed their clothes at the undieclad Mantis’ members, satisfied with their hazing as they went to grab dinner. While they hurriedly got dressed, sorting out who owned what clothes, Syrosi held onto Sesh by his blue briefs, restricting him from going to get them.
“You’ll have the honor of eating with us scouts, and serving our dinner~” Syrosi declared.
The Hornet scouts cheered on, the leader smirking as he groped Sesh by his undieclad butt. They walked, heading outside to where the scouts ate, moving away from the noise. It was situated at a spacious gazebo away from the dinner hall, and the staff there were all playing about. He could see some papers and actual documents, but the scouts were mainly chatting, with half of them even undressed to briefs. Seshruk looked back, seeing his dressed bunkmates sheepishly going for dinner, wincing as his evening ordeal seemed to still be going. Each scout he passed smacked and felt up his rear, and one yanked his blue bikinis down a bit to expose his butt. He could only blush as he pulled it up, walking with Syrosi as he sat down on a large throne. There, they forced a bowtie on him, giving him cufflinks to wear.
“Here, you’ll serve special food meant for us, hope you don’t mind the chilly wind~”
The Snakari sighed softly, moving to take the place. All the while, he shivered as the cold breeze nipped at him. He gritted his teeth, moving to grab the plate.
He could see that the scouts had extra things to go with their meals, like energy boosting snacks. He felt a tiny bit of envy, seeing the drink dispenser they got. Every now and then, the scout servers came out and laid their foods, packaged neatly in disposable boxes. While the staff took a box for themselves each, he had to serve them their drinks, and bow.
“Your cordial...Overlord…” he managed to say out, bowing as he laid a filled cup before Syrosi.
The leader said nothing, but smacked his ass, making the scouts laugh.
“This guy should serve us all day!” Suggested one scout.
“He’d need suave black briefs, with white trim!” joked another.
“We tip him in wedgies, and give him butt smacks for compliments!” added another.
They all laughed, eating their food.
Seshruk steeled himself, moving to serve each of them, enduring their smacks or wedgies. He had lost count of how many times his ass took to it, getting confused at twenty-six or seven. But they didn’t seem to bother, many watching two of them getting into a childish scuffle over who had bigger biceps. It ended when Orange splashed his drink at Grey, soaking his clothes. Grey simply stripped to nothing but his green underwear, continuing the catfight. Orange actually responded, stripping to his purple undies as they wrestled.
The scouts applauded, taking side as Syrosi focused more on just eating. Sesh was to stand at his side, and he was constantly groped.
“No wonder Hornet loves you, you’ve got such a nice butt~”
Sesh grunted, feeling the hand explore all over his bikini-clad rear. Here he was, wearing only the smallest clothing article, and yet the two wrestling scouts never even minded, like they enjoyed being in their briefs. Was it a thing? Were they accustomed to being naked from their own hazing days? Perhaps it was so, but he focused back on the present, feeling Syrosi’s hands still fondling him up and over.
It was quite peculiar too, seeing several scouts too in their underwear, just eating their food. Were they cooling off after a hot day? It seemed to be the only explanation for such a lack of clothing. Another pale yellow scaled scout walked by, and was almost expertly pantsed by a milk snake Snakari, revealing his black bikinis. There was laughters as Milk smacked the ass and dashed away, but Pale Yellow just kicked his shorts aside, walking about bottomless as he waved at his scout friends with eagerness. He could have sworn they preferred exposing themselves, like they loved both the freedom and the attention.
Then when it was finally time for Seshruk to eat, he got the same food at them, and he even had fruit juice to go with it. He was thankful, and ate silently. Day One out of a possible one hundred and twenty something was over, and he braced himself to be in a similar clothed state like he was now. Hornet would surely target them again, and he took in a deep breath, sighing.
By the time dinner was over, Koulak had approached them, holding Sesh’s clothes and walking back with him to the bunk. He’d spent at least four to five hours in just the blue bikinis, and he just wanted a shower and go to bed. Already in his mind, Seshruk planned his days out, mentally sorting through his clothing. He had some whities packed with him, and actually, he owned a lot of underwear thanks to his concerned mother. Seshruk knew to wear more stretchy pairs, to endure whatever punishments Hornet had for them. Koulak interrupted his train of thought, engaging in a small conversation.
“So Hornet hazed you and stole all your clothes,” Koulak asked, looking at him.
“Everything, all our shirts and pants, bundled in clear bags…” recounted Sesh, groaning internally at that ordeal.
“I thought they would at least leave the shirts, it’s against the rules to go without your shirt,” mused his scout incharge.
“Bah, whatever, I just wanna have a bath. I smell like shit…”
“The punishment for going shirtless was to be made to stay in the scouts lodge. But I think your improv moves impressed Syrosi enough to just have him make you a waiter~”
“The lodge?”
“Yeap. Maybe scrub our toilets in some camp whities. Or to march around the flagpole in actual panties. Something. We’re creative with punishments,” he remarked.
“Uggh...being a naked waiter was bad enough…”
Koulak nodded, stopping by the bunk entrance.
“Pretty sure Hornet will do more, they get bored in the evenings. So if you wanna have a bath, better go shower quickly~”
Sesh rolled his eyes, getting his bag of clothes as his scout followed behind. He headed back in, seeing his members, all in their underwear, seated in a circle round that Grey Snakari, who was still in his green briefs,
“Heya Bluebutt! Thanks for serving us dinner! I’m Tavira, your other scout in charge. Come on and sit, we’re having a chat session~”
Sesh, still holding his clothes and dressed in nothing more than his briefs, stared at them all with a profound blush on his face. Many of the other Mantises held similar expressions, while some more angry or timid ones. Tavira was especially amused, having a massive grin on his face as he looked at Sesh akin to how a viper would look at a rat it was about to eat. It also certainly didn’t help that the grey Snakari resembled an actual viper as well. However, Tavira’s gaze diverted to Koulak as the other in charge approached.
Koulak stood out like a sore thumb in the cabin. The dark blue, constrictor-like Snakari was the only one currently wearing any sort of clothes, being dressed in a custom Mantis shirt that resembled the camper version, but with the word “counselor” written across the back. He was also a few inches taller than Tavira, who had stood up to greet his fellow scout. Only, it wasn’t in a way Sesh had expected…
See, normally, a greeting between two friends, even close friends, would be a handshake, a punch on the arm or some special gesture. Heck, Sesh would’ve expected a wedgie before what actually happened. But, no.
Instead, Koulak approached Tavira, and the two embraced, nuzzling each other’s snouts before locking in a quick kiss. After which, Koulak headed next to Tavira and sat down, where the two then held hands with an iron grip. Some of the Mantises murmured in surprise, while other chuckled lightly. Sesh could even pick out a few blushing members of the party.
“Come on, Seshruk. Go ahead and have a seat.” Koulak said with a calm approach.
Sesh sighed and scanned the crowd, spotting Ivu and Roh towards the side of the building. He made his way over, positioning his tail directly onto his buttocks, so as to prevent anymore smacks to his brief-clad behind. The strategy seemed to work as he sat down with his stuff.
As soon as he was amongst the crowd, Koulak turned to Tavira and asked, “So, what exactly were you and the Mantises talking about?”
“Oh, nothing much…” Tavira giggled slightly, “...just an old story from when we were new around here.”
“Oh, really now?” Koulak let out a laugh, “You remember the scouts back then? Supreme Almighty Sexy Overlord Dangloga?”
“Who doesn’t from the current scouts?! I know I do!” Tavira winked at no one in particular, continuing with a more sly tone to his voice, “He went to town with a paddle on my ass for like three hours one time~”
One of the Mantis campers, a younger, scrawny white one who sat near Sesh, Ivu and Roh, raised his hand, to which Tavira replied, “Yes, Unva? And don’t raise your hand, you’re not in school.”
“Oh, sorry.” Unva lowered his hand and continued speaking, “But, you mean that all the scouts used to get bullied too?”
“Oh, of course! We were campers just like you once after all~”
“Even Lord Syrosi?”
Koulak chuckled, “Yes, even him. In fact, can you all keep a secret?”
As the Mantises nodded in agreement, Koulak continued, “Well, Syrosi, was a member of Mantis cabin once. And he used to be one of the favorite targets for the other cabins because he made squeaky noises when he got spanked and wedgied. They called him Pinkbutt because of his typical undie choices.”
At that remark, a few campers glanced at Sesh as the scouts continued, causing him to blush once more.
“Dangloga loved to bend Syrosi over his knee and go to town on that ass. And let me tell you, I have seen Syrosi naked before, and he has the most plump little butt I’ve ever seen~” Tavira chuckled, then he looked at Koulak, “But, not the cutest~”
“Hehehe~” Koulak said as the kissed again, before he gripped Tav by the Snakari’s tail, lifting up and over his lap, and causing Tav’s green briefs and butt to stick up. “Let’s give them a little re-enactment then?”
“Oh, yes~” Tav bit his lip and scrunched his buttcheeks together in preparation, after which Koulak gave a hard smack. The spanking started out fine, but eventually devolved into Koulak slapping the ass and making dirty comments, while Tav grunted and whimpered very femininely. Several of the Mantises broke out into laughter, and others into cheers as Tav took the pounding on his ass.
Even Ivu and Roh reacted, the former grinning widely and blushing, giggling uncontrollably, while the latter howled in laughter, holding his sides.
Soon after, Koulak stripped as well, revealing his red briefs once more as the two lovers kissed. Seshruk on the other hand was shocked at the reveal. So this was to be his fate, to be changed, and to have his affection towards females diminish like the last bits of a dying flame. Then again with so many guys here, and all their undies on display, he would be surprised if he even could emerge still in love with the opposite sex. The two scouts sat side by side, stopping as Tavira flinched at a grope at his behind.
“So, we scouts are in charge of you all, why we had you all sit in your underwear is simple…” Koulak remarked, smiling.
Seshruk gulped.
“Basically..to toss aside any barriers, physical, mental, emotional…” Tavira answered.
“Here as we are, we should be honest and upfront. As campers at Rokka, trust is the keystone on which any relationship is built on. So rich, poor, bright scale, or dark, same lover or no, we are all equals here…”
“Equal save for our briefs…” Ivu remarked.
It was a joking remark, but everyone still felt sheepish about being in their undies, not to mention the humiliation at dinner. Already it was only Day 1, and Seshruk himself had made a name for himself. Bluebutt, and he despised it, and he blushed at remembering that. It sure was going to stuck like glue now, since even Syrosi took interest in him. He sighed softly.
“True, we should just let you all wear white then. Standard issue briefs purchased from Rokka’s gift shop. How does that sound?” Koulak teased.
“No! Please...no white undies...just….” Roh said, butting in.
Everyone else agreed, wearing nerdy white undies was no different that painting a bright red target on yourself, and carrying a big sign that would say “Pick on me.”
The two scouts laughed.
“You haven’t seen some of the most memorable events in the history here at Rokka…”
“We’ve been working here for a few years, and trust me, each story sounds like a drunkard’s rant.”
Seshruk now felt curious, but was also afraid to find out what they were. If the scouts themselves were cheeky and wild, combined with the seniority complex of the other houses, he went out on a limb, and inferred someone probably ended up on the flagpole, wedgied painfully.
“It started with this one particular Snakari…”
Several years ago, most of the scouts here were campers too. We had our own scouts back then, pretty vicious ones too. Like, if you think we’re bad to you guys, then by the gods, I fear how you would’ve reacted to our counselors.
They used to line us up and paddle us in front of the whole camp if we weren’t all out of bed by seven in the morning.
Yep. And it didn’t matter what you wore to bed or if you were the only one up at the time. Everyone would be lined up and spanked. Most would fortunately have at least they’re underwear on, but a select unlucky few got bare ass smacks. It was quite a spectacle honestly.
But, this one particular instance was very unique…
Things were going as normal. Mantis was getting their asses pounded as half the cabin had forgotten to set their alarms. I myself received several extra smacks for wearing tighty-whities to bed, and Tav got pretty much a bare ass session due to his undie choice that morning.
Never wear thongs to bed here, fellas. It does not end well.
Everything was going as planned. Until, one small Mantis camper attempted to escape. He was fast, but not fast enough to run from the sprinter-like scouts. They apprehended him, brought him back, and then chewed him out for escaping.
Dangloga was so pissed, that every Mantis camper was immediately given rather brutal wedgies, each to the liking of the scouts. Those without undies were forced into whities and hung from nearby branches. I was given a double atomic, and poor Tav was given a frontal wedgie.
Which, in a thong, is a virtual death sentence for your balls.
Not to mention, some of the more creative ones. One camper was wrapped up by his bikinis. My friends Arnas and Jegogi, who now are the scouts over at Hornet cabin ironically, were given the only centaur wedgie I’ve ever seen performed in person.
For those who don’t know, that’s when one guy has his face shoved onto or sometimes even into another dude’s asscrack. The second guy is then given an atomic and forced to wedgie the first guy as they walk. Very uncomfortable experience.
Yep. Point is, Dangloga was visibly upset at us. And the camper who tried to escape? Syrosi. The smallest Mantis at the time, and a lover of pink underpants. That poor guy spent the next few hours across the head scout’s lap, getting spanked and wedgies into literal oblivion.
He yanked until Sy’s undies literally ripped from pressure. Just to show you how angry Dangloga was at any attempt of escape.
Once they were all done with us, we were stripped naked and forced to walk to and from dinner that way, facing jeers from the other cabins. And, on top of that, once we we got back, Hornet cabin raided our clothing drawers and left us with tighty-whities to wear for two weeks.
Wedgies became a lot more common over the course of that two weeks.
Syrosi would become Dangloga’s favorite camper to tease all the way up until Dangloga retired as head scout. Even after Syrosi had been a scout for a few years. But, once he was gone, Syrosi easily took over, and he’s ruled successfully here for the past seven years.
Oh, and if you’re wondering where Dangloga is now, he’s still on Imonan. In Rokka too, as a matter of fact. He’s the mayor of the city part now, and I hear he still has wedgie and spank sessions with disobedient male secretaries~
Which reminds me of another time. We were doing some rock climbing, when all of a sudden Dangloga and his cronies showed up to watch us. Everything went fine for a while, until an old friend of mine named Gijui fell off the wall and accidentally got wedgied by the rope. Something about that set off the devious nature and Dangloga’s brain, and well, they converged on us quickly. Like, super quickly.
Now it was Tavira's turn to talk
First they laughed, like, super hard at seeing him get yanked up. Then, they started to treat him like a flag, singing the scout national song as they did so. Eventually, the poor guy's whities were almost all stuck in his ass, and they still didn't let him down. Dangaloga looked at us and was like, seems like we can hang more laundry out for the morning. And then they grabbed at us too.
What followed was a long, extra painful session of brutal underwear yanking, the sounds of fabric stretching and popping, and loud, pained and sometimes even feminine grunts from us campers. I swear, some of them were even liking the wedgies they were getting from the scouts. It was a weird place to be…
Oh, and Dangloga? He was enjoying every fucking second of it. He even sat on a tree stump and began to clap and cheer, almost like he was an emperor of old watching champion gladiators massacre their defeated opponents. The look on his face was almost...psychotic, in a way…
Me and Koulak were semi happy to be in tighty coloreds, which meant it was still as painful, but we were spared from their further taunting and acts. But Syrosi? Oh it did not end as nicely for him. Let me tell you now.
He sensed it a mile away as the scouts came by, and he bolted for it as soon as possible. But the thing was, he tripped on uneven ground, and bam, landed with his waistband exposed. So as he was wedgied up by the climbing gear with us, Dangloga took special notice of him and asked the other scouts to yank the ropes a few more times; and harder too to really add the sting as well as his super girly shrieks. Yes, I use shrieks, because his voice jumped a few octaves there and then.
When Dangloga and his cronies had their fill of fun, they simply tied the ropes to secure points and left there overnight. We spent the night all hanging from the climbing wall. Some of us got off early, only because our undies tore in two. The rest stayed there until the scouts returned around noon the next day, where they got us down and then gave us atomic wedgies and then forced us to go to lunch. Syrosi basically walked weirdly for the rest of the day, and when it was bath time, he took extra long when he soaped up his crotch.
You see, guys, you don’t go to this camp without having your dignity and pride shattered into a million pieces several times over. You’re gonna get pantsed, wedgied, stripped, spanked, swirlied, smacked and a multitude of other annoyances happen to you. It’s painful and humiliating, but it helps to build character. Besides...some of you may become scouts yourselves someday...and then it’ll be your turn for a little fun~
Oh sure, build character, they said. Sesh frowned, rather appalled by all this. It was such a generic phrase used to justify shit that you had to deal with. What sort of character would be built from being forcefully suspended from your underwear? Especially for the fifth time in a week? Not to mention he was somewhat famous and known for his bikini color of choice; meaning he was doubly assured that Hornet would find him just to mess with him even more. This was it, his chances of keeping a low profile were gone, infinitesimal at best, and he winced internally.
But you do learn some cool stuff, like knot tying, and how to sail, perhaps even get a basic swimmer certification. Thing is, we’re all scouts, but we’re from incredibly different backgrounds. Once we taught people how to play guitar. Syrosi turned out to be an incredible navigator and could even craft a sort of roof shelter from the large leaves in the jungle. He’s your overlord for a legitimate reason, just so you know.
The two scouts were now leaning into each other, holding hands. Koulak sensually rubbed Tavira’s back, giving the slightly smaller Snakari some slight gropes too. Sesh glanced towards the crowd of Mantis campers, taking note how they all paid attention to the stories. Many looked nervous, while some looked enthralled, and others looked determined. Roh seemed to have a stern expression on his face, but nonetheless, Sesh could see a slight blush adorning the purple Snakari’s facade. He seemed so focused, like in deep thought; perhaps on how to dodge events like this. Iku on the other hand, grinned widely, small chuckles escaping his mouth at the details of the story. The smaller Mantis was lying on his front, giving Sesh a quick glance at his brief-clad rear.
All the while, Sesh was just trying to find ways to avoid these other jock campers, and how he could possibly save himself from this unwanted fame. The others merely talked about their first day, their worries and their backgrounds, which didn’t really appeal to the red Snakari. Considering that he had exposed himself to a few hundred people, it might as well have been the last. Halfway, he averted his gaze from the scouts, their snuggling turning quite suggestive as Tavi hugged Koulak from behind, hands running across muscular pecs and abdominals. The air was filled with awkwardness so thick, one could almost pull out a chunk of it.
“Alright, we’ll leave you to go and shower, and clean up before you all go to bed. Each week’s schedule is added to your bunk’s noticeboard.”
Koulak stood up, and chuckled as Tavira smacked his ass.
“The nights here are very humid too, so take it from us. Have some fun, go to sleep without your pants too~” said the other scout, standing up.
As the two walked out, their tails intertwined and everyone could see Tavira’s eager hand sneaking into Kou’s bikini, groping the rear without hesitation.
The Mantis campers stood up as their scouts left, and each began to stroll to their beds. One of them, a rather large and muscular brown Snakari (who honestly looked like he belonged in Hornet) let out a loud yawn as he spoke, “You think those stories are actually true, or just horseshit made up to scare us?”
“Who the hell knows, Gevu?” Roh said in response.
"I think it sounded fairly real," Iku said, a bit of amusement in his voice, "it wouldn't surprise me, considering what we've already been through."
They all began to grab their things for showering, and Sesh did the same. Finally, he could get rid of this stickiness and change into something other than these blue bikini briefs. Though a part of him worried over that, and how they had earned him the nickname. Uggh. No time to worry about this, bath now, worry later. Plus, worrying over the fate of his crotch and his numerous briefs would be better after he was clean.
“Sesh, tag along with me, I know a secret place where we can bathe without Hornet or other houses disturbing us,” Roh suddenly said, voice hushed.
“Huh? Oh...yeah…”
He remembered Syrosi’s words, on how Hornet targeted the showers when it hit late at night. Then he wondered, how often would each group strike? Wait, what were the houses again? Mantis...Moth...uhh…wait...
“So you coming or not?” Roh asked, interrupting his train of thought.
“Wha-Ah, sure yeah, why not. What idea is this?”
“Get some pants on first though.”
Sesh followed Roh’s directive, grabbing a pair of shorts and pulling them up to cover the blue bikini briefs he wore. Once partially dressed, the two shirtless Snakari headed a bit into the jungle, sneaking past the Spider and scout cabins. Some noise came from both buildings, and it seemed that the Spiders were in a massive session of some table-top role-playing game, while the scouts were throwing a party of sorts. Once the cabins were out of sight, Roh led him to a small clearing with some jagged rocks and smaller trees. There was the perimeter, lined in yellow rope and with glowing red sticks attached to it.
“Wait we’re leaving to the out of bounds area?”
“Don’t worry. No scout is gonna be here, especially this late as well.”
Another ten minutes of walking, and the two had arrived at a cave of sorts. The sound of flowing water could be heard deeper insise, and Roh continued in. As they walked, Sesh took notice of strange glyphs and symbols painted onto the walls, some depicting runes of some language and some depicting pictures of insect-like men. Curious, he asked Roh, “Did you draw these?”
“Nope.” The purple Snakari replied, “These were here when I found the cave. My theory? Campers of the past drew them.”
“Huh…” Was Sesh’s only comment as the two continued on in.
They headed a bit deeper in, the runes looking rather primitive too, as if drawn by some child with chalk. Then again, he would bet on his teeth that some jocks did have brains only on the level of immature children.
“I found this place like...last year. It honestly beats showering in the actual bathing areas. And yeah, my parents apparently found that Rokka was cheap, and wasn’t so long a flight by spaceship. So to make sure I didn’t melt my brains playing games all summer, poof, they sent me back here once more to lose more underwear…”
“Yeesh, I’ll tell my parents to never come back to this place. Heck if I can phone them, I would.”
The two reached a mini waterfall, that looked less than inviting, and nothing like the things shown in nature documentaries. The walls had more runes drawn all over, and it smelt very strange, like something damp. Large puddles decorated the floor, made from the drips of very menacing ceiling stalactites, and the whole area wasn’t very well lit too. Still, Roh eagerly went into the pool, stripping his shorts and entering in just his orange bikinis.
Even in the dim lighting, Sesh could make out Roh’s form as he entered. His face heated up slightly as he saw the Primis’ rear jiggle a bit with every step. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Sesh followed suit, and dropped his shorts too. He entered after Roh, surprised to find the pool to be warm instead of cool.
“Ahhhh…” Roh smiled as he slinked down, “...natural hot springs are just the best. My family had one a bit behind our ranch over in the city. My brothers and I would skinny dip all the time~”
“It does feel nice.” Sesh admitted, smiling a bit himself. A period of brief silence followed as the two guys sat in the warm pool. Sesh could feel Roh’s tail in the water with his own, the water moving their tails slightly. Roh chuckled as he felt Sesh’s tail brush against his, “Getting a bit feely, are we?”
“What?! No, no, it’s the water!” Sesh blurted out, embarrassed.
Roh just laughed in response, “I’m just joking, Sesh. You gotta ease up and relax, man. It’s just me and you here! No one is gonna sneak up and yank those briefs up your butt~”
“Yeah sure, fine…”
They both relaxed in the natural hot springs, with Sesh agreeing on what a good find this was, especially with it being a small distance from the perimeter boundary. There was no sign of anyone else being here, nothing of the sorts like an abandoned sock or discarded litter. That assured the red Snakari that they wouldn’t have any other visitors too. Eventually, Roh did turn away, moving to wash himself, soaping up and opening up a packed sponge to scrub. As he stood up, Sesh couldn’t help but glance at how his underwear had become clingy and wet, as well as his now shiny soapy body, which now bent a bit to get at his tail and legs. He quickly looked off to the side, getting very relaxed in the waters as he decided to do the same as well.
“So yeah, this is the only thing I can look forward to in camp.”
“Admittedly, yeah. It’s out of bounds, all for ourselves-”
“If you tell this to any others, you’re also screwed too.”
“Not even Iku?” Sesh asked curiously.
“I like the kid, but he can’t keep a secret to save his life. Just keep it between you and me, okay?” Roh said with a slight smile as he patted Sesh’s shoulder lightly.
He smiled back, and for a second forgot that the were now only in our underwear, and blushed.
“Uhh sure...oh yeah...you’re gonna wash your clothes here?”
The purple Snakari was now stripping his underwear off, ass exposed. When done, he got seated once more, soapy froth on the watery surface actinf as a convenient censor for his nudity. He busied himself, scrubbing his Mantis shirt and shorts, undies too. Roh hummed a bit as he worked, the sound of the water’s movement indicating that he was also doing some sort of dance with his feet.
Seshruk did the same, with Roh lending some of the detergent over as well.
“Scrub it like this, where sweat accumulates the most. So go at it like this and then…”
Time passed like that, with him imitating the other Snakari as he learnt how to traditionally wash clothing. It sure felt odd, considering both of them were naked beneath the waters. Soon, the clothes were washed and left to dry on the rocks, and that was basically it. The two couldn’t return until their clothes had dried, so that left them to relax in the hot spring a bit. Once they tired of the water, the Snakari got out of the pool. Sesh blushed and tried not to eye Roh’s bare ass or genitals too closely, although he certainly caught glances of them. He proceeded to put on new undies, a brown pair of bikinis, with Roh in red ones.
“Wait, we’re gonna hang here till our laundry dries?”
“Hooking it up at the bunk’s poles leaves them as an easy target for theft. Trust me, having your pants stolen is pretty common…”
“Good point.”
“Yeah, we can hang about here for a while more.”
Sesh blushed.
“In...our underwear?”
“Face it, this is the only place you can without anyone coming at you. Plus, it’s pretty comfy.”
Roh led Sesh a bit deeper into the cave, where the caverns lit up with lights. It was revealed to be a chamber of twinkling crystals, ones that glowed akin to stars in the night sky. The two undewear-clad Snakari decided to stop and lay there as they awaited for the drying process of their damp clothes to finish.
Roh sighed as he stared up at the caverns, a smile coming over his face, “This is nice. Usually I just stare at these things alone, pondering the point of their and my own existence. But, with a friend here with me, they seem to be oddly more beautiful than I usually take them for.”
“Well, they are very pretty.” Sesh commented, taking note of the brilliant whites and blues he saw throughout the chamber of the cave. If he didn’t know any better, he would think was indeed on a rock surface, staring at to find the moon amongst this cloudy expanse.
“Once I fell asleep here. I came back in the morning almost late and I got a big smacking as punishment…” Roh remarked.
“Hahaha...so you were here last year. That means you knew Tavira and Koulak?”
“Yeah, they were a couple already when I was first here. Syrosi was also the head scout still.”
“Did they all do anything terribly crappy?”
“Pfft...I couldn’t tell it all to you in one night. Every damn week had its own share of shit.”
“Jeez…” Sesh said with a thought of dread. Perhaps they should head back fairly soon. After all, he would like to avoid any humiliation he could. Then again, it was still hours until dawn, and considering nights on Imonan were slightly longer than those back home on Jargot, they were likely safe for a good while.
Despite the awkwardness of being naked along with another guy, Sesh couldn’t help but feel a sensation of relaxation as he leaned back into his arms. He propped his leg atop the other and glanced at Roh. He got a good glance of the purple Snakari’s bulge, which he then promptly took his focus off of. He instead began to focus on Roh’s relaxed face, which sported closed eyes and a grin of sorts.
“You really like this place, eh?” Sesh asked him curiously.
Roh responded as he opened his eyes slightly, “Of course. It’s basically the only place I can go to without fear of having my tighty-whities yanked over my face or my asscheeks smacked like bongos. Also makes for a great place to think about stuff.”
“What kinds of stuff?”
“Well,” Roh began, “just different concepts, such as what exactly Amphib culture is like since it’s still so new to us. Or, sometimes more trivial stuff like who I think I have a crush on at the moment…”
“Oh?” Sesh chuckled, “Got your eyes on any girl in particular back home?”
“Actually no.” Roh said as he relaxed again, “I do have some guys I have interest in though~”
Sesh’s eyes went a bit wider at the revelation of Roh’s preference. He went a bit quiet and blushed as he just chuckled in response.
“You’re...a same lover?”
“Mhm. Well, I’m more of curious, I’ve thought about it, and I think I could see myself with a guy or a girl. So we’ll see what happens when in a few years.”
He watched as Roh stretched, lying spread out, and continuing to gaze at the shimmering lights. Then his mind went to the many scouts, all so casual about their lack of clothing. Considering he had seen a bit of what they did as he stood by Syrosi’s side, he could only try his best to picture what went on in the office and the scouts’ lodging. For sure he could deduce that pants were not part of it at all. That was a strange image his mind concocted, with all of them in the bare minimum undies, acting like it was the most normal thing on earth.
His mind also wondered as to how exactly the traditions and practices began in the first place. The going without clothes portion would seem to be understandable enough, as the heat and humidity of the jungle, coupled with the lack of females present allowed for a much more carefree attitude to implant itself within the heads of the scouts and campers. What puzzled him, however, was how the acts of bullying became so apparent to the lifestyle of the scouts. The occasional wedgie or pantsing honestly wouldn’t have batted an eye for the Snakari, as that sort of thing was just a common practice amongst friends. Heck, stuff like that happened to him when he was at school. How it got to this extent, he did not know, however...and he doubted that he could do anything to stop it.
Sesh sighed in contentment as he relaxed himself, the floor of the cave being surprisingly smooth and soft for a rocky surface.
“Man, this place is pretty damn great, thanks again Roh.”
“I figured you for the type to keep a good secret~”
The purple Snakari sat up, chuckling as he stood to grab his things.
“Aren’t you gonna get dressed?”
“Heck no, not in the humid nights of Rokka. Even the jocks would ditch clothes with this heat.”
The two exited the cave springs, and walked through the jungle together in their underwear. Now the moon was taking the center stage of the sky, and it gave a gentle blue glow, contradicting the dry and warm climate this place was giving. Sesh stayed behind Roh, and tried not to stare at his ass.
“I could get used to having a nice hot spa bath every night~”
“Yeah, I know right? Now I have someone to talk to when I wait for my stuff to dry.”
His words were friendly with a hint of jest in it. Sesh actually was somewhat excited for their next session at the secret pool. Who knows, perhaps they would discuss one of the latest games to come out, or how devious the scouts were getting with their humiliation tactics.
“Ehh, maybe tomorrow I’ll choose to go to the showers?”
“Have fun with Scorpion, they’re known for giving terrible swirlies.”
“What if I do it to you then~?”
“I’ll melvin you then!”
He playfully punched Sesh in the bicep, and the red Snakari retorted with another shove. It then turned to them trading mock fighting moves every two or three steps, with either side scoring a smack on the other’s ass. Roh almost did succeed in giving a frontal wedgie to him, but a tail swipe repelled him away.
“You’re going down if I actually fight you.”
“I’ll wreck you, Bluebutt~”
“Oh I swear I’ll-”
As the two successfully sneaked back into their cabin, they couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of Koulak and Tavira making out in the moonlight near a large tree. The two campers chuckled and continued on just as the former began to drop his undies. Once they were successfully back in Mantis cabin, the two retreated to their individual beds, wishing each other a good night. Sesh then fell asleep to the sounds of his snoring and wheezing cabin mates, pondering on what exactly would happen during his time at Camp Rokka. Either way, he felt good too.. For one, he found a friend, and Roh was kinda cool in his own way too. Secondly, Roh was familiar with this whole place, and perhaps, for once, Sesh would hopefully not lose too many undies to wedgies.
He stretched, actually admitting mentally how the freedom of sleeping in underwear was quite good. He hadn’t done it before at home, and this would be his first time trying it out. Forgoing the blanket, he took one last look at the place about, and prepared himself to be seeing this place for the next few months.
Day One of Summer Camp wasn’t all that bad.
Only one hundred and a helluva more to go.
(Collab between me and thedorkydragon, finally after a year's worth of used underwear)
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