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Chapter 4: Between the Lines
Snackers positioned himself beside the Lake House garage, his back turned towards the bedroom windows of Deko and Rayne. Positioning his feet on the ground, shoulder-width apart, he lifted his kneecaps towards the sky while the raccoon’s banded tail brushed against the grass.
Resting against the siding, the raccoon felt the frigid texture of the Lake House on his fur. Pausing for a moment, he closed his eyes and released a pleased sigh, admiring the tranquil view. His slim muscles relaxed in the midday’s warm sun.
He bent his head to enjoy the calmness and looked at the driveway. Rayne had parked his truck there. He squinted at Rayne’s truck, which was parked a few feet from the garage and gleaming in the morning sun. The raccoon’s eyes gleamed with excitement at the sight of such effortless prey. Eyes squinted, Snackers
examined the porch and the nearby field, searching for any trace of the others. No other sound, just the lake and trees.
Displaying a cunning grin, Snackers leaned in and tapped his finger on the roof of the Raptor. The vehicle made a groaning sound, rocked, and then came to a standstill after moving just a few inches. Snackers emitted a sound of chirping and purrings. They applied more pressure on the truck on this occasion. Rayne’s truck made a soft creaking noise as it rolled back.
“That’s a cute little hot wheel,” he giggled.
Rayne stood in his bedroom, dressing and putting on a fresh shirt. While still drowsy and wiping off the raccoon saliva, he heard a sound. It started off faint but grew louder. A noise reminiscent of compressed metal, followed by a long creak.
Pausing, he held his hand steady on his shirt and gave his full attention to the disturbance. It was mechanical. Loosening his grip on his shirt, the wolf-shepherd made his way to the bedroom window and glanced down at the field. However, there was nothing.
Rayne retraced their steps and reached Deko’s bedroom on the opposite side of the hallway. Maybe the folf had heard something too.
“Hey Deko, did you hear that noise?” he mumbled to Deko, who was getting changed in the room opposite.
The folf shook his head and said, “No, I don’t believe so. Why?”
After stepping into the room, Rayne commented, “That’s odd. I thought I heard something.”
After buttoning up his shirt, Deko gave Rayne a sly look. “Don’t worry, the sound is just the house settling. This place is old.”
A chuckle escaped Rayne. “You’re right.”
“Oh, and when you’re dressed, join me in the kitchen.” Deko insisted as he tugged to his top. “We gotta get our lunches sorted. Is it still ham and cheese for all three, right?”
“Sure thing, dude.”
“Perfect. Let’s rendezvous in the kitchen.”
Both of them shrugged and carried on getting dressed.
Outside, Snackers continued. He continued playing his game, using his index finger to steer the truck with more vigour and accuracy. The vehicle’s tires started squeaking as it moved on the dirt driveway. Snackers hummed a playful tune, synchronised with the swaying truck.
Moving the Raptor truck along the path bored Snackers. He flexed his index finger one last time before nudging it to settle outside the garage door. As he shifted his weight and stretched his hand towards the garage roof, his humming faded away. By running his fingers along the rooftop, he started the ERAS mechanism.
When the ERAS lock was unlocked, the raccoon ascended from the rooftop at a 90-degree angle. It discovered a garage that was an ideal spot for storing its Converse shoes.
Afterwards, he leaned closer and untangled his shoelaces. With speed, he freed his paw from the tangled shoes and stored the cyan converse in the lake house garage. His shoes covered the garage floor, with one heel pressed against the snow-white toe tap. Closing the roof, Snackers locked his shoes inside with the click of the ERAS lock.
With his arm stretched towards his backpack, he unzipped it to explore its contents. Snackers felt wrappers and fabric before touching the synthetic fibres and rubber of his hiking boot. He slid the footwear out to thump down by his exposed paws.
Positioned in an upright manner with black accents, the golden-brown leather boots aligned with the height of the garage. Exposure to the elements resulted in slight weathering and signs of wear and tear on the surface. The raccoon, appreciating its durability, nestled its paws under the tongue of the boot for a comfortable spot. Even though they looked tough, the insoles of the shoes provided his paws with exceptional comfort.
Snackers settled against the lake house, his paws nestled inside the boot. Inside, his toes drummed against the cushioned lining, the gentle patter of claws muffled by those outside. His boot’s rim shifted, causing vibrations in the soil, mirroring his impatience. As he sat, waiting for his friends, the raccoon exhaled.
The raccoon’s impatience grew, prompting him to increase the intensity of his toe drumming. As he adjusted himself on the driveway, his tail swept across the garage door and the edge of Rayne’s Raptor. “What’s taking them so long?” he muttered under a breath until a faint creak cut through the silence.
There was no doubt about it, it was the front door. Correcting his stance, he stilled his paws within the boots while focusing his gaze on the corner of the lake house.
After their refreshing shower, Deko and Rayne emerged from the lake house looking revitalised. Exchanging his black and white flannel, the wolf-shepherd put on a white top that matched his black denim jeans. Deko maintained his black crop top and shorts, but spiced up the outfit with a white scarf and backpack for his camera, map, and snacks.
Snackers welcomed them, their eyes gleaming with joy like emeralds. Taking on a half-crouch stance, he dropped onto his knees and hands, his imposing frame sinking down. Above them, his snout hung, whiskers trembling in excitement. Snackers’ exuberant demeanour, similar to that of a large raccoon pup, elicited laughter from Rayne and Deko.
The folf was quick to hold onto the three assembled lunches as the raccoon’s breath washed over them.
“Hey, you little sweethearts!” Snackers barked, punctuating his greeting with a friendly sniff towards Deko and Rayne. Like a chilling breeze, the raccoon’s breath, sweet and minty, enveloped them. “Are you both ready to go hiking? I have a trail in mind.”
“What’s up?” Rayne replied, grinning at the Snackers before he looked at his truck by the raccoon’s thigh. The wolf-shepherd’s smile vanished as he noticed that his truck was crooked, with the front bumper no longer aligned with the garage door. It was a minor discrepancy, but Rayne was keen enough to detect it. He looked back at Snackers and asked, “We’re all set for the hike, but... did you hear anything strange outside earlier?”
The raccoon’s eyes widened, but he covered it up with a big, toothy smile. With a slight laugh and a tilt of his head, he clarified his view on the question’s absurdity. “Something weird? No, nothing at all, Rayne.”
Rayne’s gaze locked onto the raccoon’s face, detecting a subtle sign lurking beneath Snackers’ abrupt disregard. “Are you sure about that? The noise was rather loud. It seems like someone moved my truck.”
Snackers waved his massive paw in a dismissive gesture. “You’re imagining things, Rayne."
Rayne’s gaze lingered on the raccoon, indicating his lack of complete conviction. The wolf shepherd glanced at the truck, then sighed and decided to ignore it, at least for the time being. “Alright, fine.” Rayne warned, “If I find a fingerprint on it later, be prepared for an earful.”
To shift the conversation from the truck, the raccoon imitated a Petritan handclap by clapping his fingers together. “Anyway! Deko, did you remember to grab your sandwiches?”
Deko lifted them up, giving Snackers the chance to pinch the three sandwiches that were neatly wrapped from the folf’s hands. Although he saw each sandwich as a mere crumb, he treated them with caution as he tucked them away in his spacious backpack. “Perfect!” Snackers hummed in satisfaction as they vanished into the depths of their bag. “Boots are in order, lunch is sorted. All ready for the hike.”
The raccoon’s hiking suggestion caught Rayne’s attention, although doubt continued to nag at him. “Which hiking trail, Snackers?”
Deko showed support for the wolf’s question with a nod. Observing the raccoon’s whiskers twitch, he added, “Where are we going?”.
He told Rayne that it was a trail he remembered from his previous trip with Deko, which made Deko blush. “It’s the Garden of the Gods. At the summit, the view’s breathtaking. Perfect for a little hike, don’t you think?”
“Nature is what you’re in the mood for, right?” Rayne replied with a smile, glancing over his shoulder to Lupus’ bedroom window. “Lupy would adore that. I’m all in!”
Rayne’s gaze led Snackers’ eyes to the window. “Speaking of Lupy, I’ll go check in on him—”
“Nooooooo!” Just as Snackers rose onto his foot, Deko waved his hands to halt the raccoon.
Pausing in his ascent, the femboy’s massive body obeyed Deko’s desperate plea. His boyfriend’s eyes caught his gaze, as well as the folf’s still rosy cheeks from the memory of their time at the Garden of God’s trail.
“I mean, uh, it’s just that Lupus might get changed or doing something important,” the folf stammered, his mind focused on the notepad he spotted earlier.
“Doing something important, huh?” Snackers inquired, turning his head back to peek through the small window.
Deko pointed to the grass behind Snackers, asserting the need to give Lupy some space. “Now, sit.” He commanded.
With understanding, Snackers observed Deko, their initial excitement tempered by their concern for privacy. With a thump, Snackers’ thighs bulged and calves flexed as he settled into a seat. The small individuals between his open legs sensed the quake as the ground wavered under Snackers’ immense mass.
“Yes, babe,” Snackers sighed, feeling down, his eyes focused on the folf between his hiking boots.
“Thanks, Snaccy.” Deko patted the raccoon’s rubber treads, complimenting Snaccy and expressing gratitude. Taking a swift look at Rayne, he observed them strolling alongside Snackers, running a hand through the raccoon’s leg fur.
Time passed, with leaves rustling and distant birds calling in the forest. Snackers, the ever lively one, remained in place, honouring his friend’s desires.
As the lake house door creaked open, the well-known arctic wolf emerged, equipped for hiking. He wore a navy blue t-shirt and grey shorts, and well-fitted black hiking boots with blue stripes along above the treads.
His appearance caused the raccoon’s tail to react. “Hello, Lupy!” Are you ready to go?” he exclaimed, shifting his weight to meet the wolf on the porch.
Snackers’ enthusiasm drowned out the wolf’s earlier shyness, catching him off-guard. “Um, sure.” Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, looking at his friends. I was wrapping up my note-taking.”
“Are these notes for the story?” Rayne’s question prompted Lupus to shift his attention towards Deko.
With a weak smile, Lupus shrugged off, saying, “Oh, yeah, it’s just some story notes.”
Unable to contain his excitement, Snackers outstretched his hand, palm facing upwards, in front of Lupus. “Lupy, do you need a ride?” he asked, his tone eager but sincere. “Hop on.”
After a moment of hesitation, Lupus answered. “Sure, that sounds wonderful, mate.” He stepped forward, placing his hands on Snackers’ extended fingers. He felt a cosy sensation when he touched the warm fur of the raccoon.
Rayne and Deko climbed on after Lupus settled.
With a purring rumble, Snackers assured them, “There you go, nice and comfortable,” lifting them up as he stood tall near the lake house.
Once the raccoon stood tall, he positioned them on his head. “All aboard on the racc-express!” he declared with a laugh, his tail swaying behind. “Our next destination is the Garden of the Gods’ trail!”
Ready to go, Snackers slipped his backpack on and started their trek towards the woodlands. The sound of Snackers’ hiking boots reverberated through the woods. The rhythmic thumps disturbed local wildlife and other campers or hikers. However, his tiny companions on his head, eager to witness the world in motion, refrained from disturbing the calmness of the forest.
Snackers noted the hikers and campers and swung his boots over them, while the raccoon remained fixated on finding the Garden of Gods. Snackers’ curvaceous shadow covers the entire dirt path. Displaying his hiking outfit - backpack, boots, pink shorts, striped scarf, and thigh highs - the raccoon caught the attention of the campers and hikers nearby. His banded tail moved back and forth, brushing against the trees and branches, causing leaves to fall to the ground. The boots marched through the dense undergrowth, leaving them in awe.
The raccoon moved with extreme precision, ensuring not to disrupt the local ecosystem any further, while scanning the under-bush for any sign of the elusive trail. With tall trees and thick foliage, the woodland here was denser, posing a challenge to visibility.
Among all, Lupus was the sole responder to the thooms from the raccoon’s footsteps. Positioned between Rayne and Deko, Lupus feels their shoulders against him. They sat on their looming platform on Snackers’ crown and watched the forest pass by.
The raccoon’s walking was far more captivating because of the combination of his swinging feet and lovely slim hips swaying. He strolled with a hint of flamboyance, summoning the attention of anyone nearby.
Snackers looked up at his small companions, grinned, and whispered. “How far are we from the trail, Deko?” His projected utterance made the folf’s ears perk.
Snackers’ hiking boots had a hypnotic rhythm that entranced Deko while he was speaking to his boyfriends. “I didn’t catch that. Can you say it again?” He made a comment, attempting to snap out of the hypnosis induced by the sound of the raccoon’s steps.
Laughter echoed through the forest as Snackers chuckled. “Do you know how far we still have to go to find the Garden of Gods?” he asked.
Refocused, Deko looked up from Snackers to track the trail. Surveying the dirt path, he muttered, “Let me look.”
“We’re almost there,” Deko said, straining his eyes to see through the woods. “We should take the left turn ahead. If we continue, it should guide us to the trail.”
“Hun, are you sure?” Snackers asked as he walked, his long strides covering the ground.
“I’m almost certain,” he responded, although his voice revealed a trace of uncertainty. “I’m confident that this is the exact route we travelled when we first met.”
Lupus leaned in and joined the conversation. “Does anyone here know the way?” He challenged Deko and Snackers.
The raccoon mentioned they did little hiking last time, but then his voice trailed off and he mentioned, “we just snuggled.”
“Really?” Lupus said, crossing his arms as he looked at Deko.
“Ummm, yeah.”
“I see. Regardless, what makes this trail so exceptional?” Lupus expressed disbelief. “I’m saying it’s merely a trail through some rocks. There are loads in the park.”
Rayne added his input. “Huge rocks, and at the summit, we can overlook the entire park.”
“Huge? Pfft, let’s see if it can measure up to me,” Snackers snickered with self-assurance. “To you, the rocks are large, but they’re just pebbles.”
Rayne couldn’t hide his amusement despite rolling his eyes at Snackers’ over-the-top confidence. “Well, it’s big to us, dude. Now, turn left.”
“Sure, sure,” Snackers retorted and, with a sudden twirl, he pivoted to the left. Snackers’ hourglass-shaped giant waistline found the fresh path more appealing. His long legs carried him down the larger path, which had much less tree canopy around them, and towards the hiking trail starting point.
In front, a cluster of hikers paused, their conversation stopping as they saw the giant raccoon getting closer. As Snackers approached, his slender figure casting a lengthy shadow over the dusty trail, their eyes widened with disbelief. Then they felt light thumps from his boots, each audible from a distance.
Snackers acknowledged the small group with a friendly wave and warm smile as he sailed past. “Hello there!” he called out, continuing down the path.
Rayne’s hand reached out to stroke the raccoon’s ear. “You know how to make an entrance, Snaccy.”
Leaning back into Snackers’ blue hair, Deko chuckled. “Of course he does. He’s pawsome!”
“Again with the awful jokes, babe,” Snackers scoffed.
Brushing a hand over Snackers head, he listened to another one of Deko’s jokes that fell flat. “You know, Deko,” Lupus said in a voice rich with sarcasm, “I’m not sure what collapses quicker. Your jokes, or your composure whenever you’re around Snaccy’s paws.”
Deko crossed his arms at Lupus.
But, before Lupus could respond to the folf’s gesture, he felt a nudge at his shoulder. “You aren’t much better, you know,” the wolf-shepherd teased.
Lupus scoffed in mock offence. “Hey now! I’ve got jokes, somewhere.”
“Somewhere?” He echoed back to the arctic wolf. “I’ve known you long enough to know that if they exist, they’re buried deep—real deep.”
“And here I thought you appreciated my sophisticated sense of British humour.”
“Appreciated? Dude, I was just watching your jokes go down in flames.” Rayne smirked back to the wolf, nudging his shoulder into Lupus once more.
“Wow, thanks for the support.”
“You’re welcome.”
The trail became steeper as the raccoon continued their journey. The slight slope didn’t faze Snackers as they continued on without hesitation. Looking up at his friends, Snackers confidently smirked. “You know,” he began lightheartedly, “this hiking thing is easy.”
Rayne laughed and remarked, “It comes in handy being a 35 metre tall Vastelerian.”
Lupus agreed and caressed Snackers’ ear with his hand.
The raccoon’s chest swelled with pride. “I’m so glad I’m your designated Vastelerian. It’s a blast having you up there.”
Lupus, immersed in the foliage's beauty, voiced his thoughts. “And, mate, we’re thankful for that. Be confident, but don’t become arrogant. We know who holds your leash here.”
Snackers chuckled and said, “He only holds it if I give him permission. Most of the time he’s my lil’ blueberry,” he teased, raising a hand to ruffle Deko’s head fur with a fingertip.
The thick underbrush diminished, revealing patches of swaying wildflowers and boulders. To the raccoon, these mossy boulders were just rocks Snackers would skip across the lake. Snackers didn’t notice one vanish under his boot as he strode along the trail.
As they stood there, a cool breeze swept through the open trail, causing the temperature to drop. Above, the wind stirred the leaves and caused ripples to form in the tall wildflowers along the trail. Snackers climbed higher, feeling the wind brush against their fur, revealing a panoramic view of the surrounding woodland.
Below them, lush greenery draped the rolling hills and patches of vibrant wildflowers in shades of purple, yellow, and red adorned the landscape. From their viewing platform, they admired the distant Lake Glendale, its surface sparkling and mirroring the clear blue sky.
At the summit of the Garden of the Gods, Snackers stood tall as the wind fluttered his striped scarf and pink shorts. Delighting in the invigorating touch of the crisp air on its fur, the raccoon’s emerald eyes sparkled with joy as it revelled in the world's beauty. “Gentlemen and gentlemen, we have reached the Garden of Gods,” he declared, sounding relieved.
Rayne, Deko, and Lupus stared at him in awe, their faces reflecting Snackers’ own wonder. Together, they embraced the awe-inspiring panorama. The beautiful blue sky enhanced the idyllic surroundings, making their smiles even bigger.
The sight before Lupus was so stunning that his jaw dropped. “Wow,” he murmured, his sapphire eyes sparkling with wonder. “I must say, this is truly beautiful.”
The raccoon’s heart felt a tug, experiencing a blend of joy and serenity. Reaching into his pocket, his fuzzy fingers contacted the smooth phone screen. He retrieved it from his shorts and adjusted it to the portrait angle.
Snackers rotated, being careful of Rayne, Deko, and Lupus, who clung onto his fur for balance. Snackers raised a phone charged with enough power to jump start the Ford Raptor, framing himself, his friends, and the view of the park behind.
In an excited tone, Snackers projected, “Smile, cuties!”
With emerald eyes widened in delight, Deko revelled in the sheer euphoria of the moment, arms outstretched. Rayne’s mischievous expression turned into an exuberant smile, leaning with contagious laughter, as Lupus playfully wagged his white tail, his sincere smile illuminating his face. As the wind tousled their fur, they collectively posed on their friends’ heads. Their eyes watched Snackers’ fingertip click the button, creating a soft shutter sound.
“Got it!” he exclaimed, lowering the phone and looking up at his friends. “I’m holding onto this. Great friends, magnificent view. It’s epic!” He used both hands to pluck Rayne, Deko, and Lupus from his furry head, holding them tightly. He crouched down, resting them on the hardened floor below.
His hands moved away, and he placed his backpack on the ground beside his boots. Then he adjusted his weight to sit down beside the trio. Seated on the ledge, his legs hung down. Extending two hands towards Deko, Rayne, and Lupus, he scooped them up to move them onto his clothed thighs. As he leaned back into his hands, the raccoon felt the wind rustling through his fur. Snackers beckoned his friends to join him, providing a comfortable spot to relax.
As they spread their legs on the pink fabric, they tottered back into the raccoon’s stomach. On his left leg, there are Deko and Lupus. Rayne on the right. As they basked in the serene atmosphere, a sudden, loud rumble broke the silence. Stomach flesh rippled against their backs, causing Rayne, Deko, and Lupus to glare back up rapidly at Snackers, whose cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
“Snackers, was that your tummy growling?” Rayne asked with a chuckle.
Nodding, Snackers turned away and began rubbing his belly. “Yeah, I guess all this walking worked up an appetite.”
“It could have been worse,” Lupus said, brushing shoulders with Deko. “You could have been the one trying to climb out someone’s shoe, right, Deko?”
“Hey-!”
“Ha ha, that was hilarious,” Snackers remarked, wagging his tail. “So, do you all want the lunches Deko prepped.”
They silently agreed, motioning for Snackers to reposition himself and reach into his bag. Unzipping the fly, he slipped a hand inside, creating a rustling as he searched for their provisions.
Smiling broadly, Snackers produced a huge protein bar, and the wrapper made a loud crinkle noise. Declaring “Here we go,” he ripped open the wrapper, taking a massive bite and relishing in the satisfying, rich, chocolaty flavour that made him hum with delight.
Right in the middle of eating, he revealed three miniature sandwiches wrapped in foil. Handing them out with a fingertip, he said, “These are for you all.”
Wasting no time, Rayne and Deko tore off the plastic wrappers of their lunch, while Lupus couldn’t help but be captivated by Snackers. The raccoon, already ripping its own packaging, lifted the bar to its mouth. Snackers licked his chops before widening his cavernous maw, exposing two rows of pearly white teeth and the drool-drenched tip of his tongue.
Teeth larger than Lupus tore through the dense chocolate coating to its nutty centre. Next, he clenched his teeth, ripped the bar apart, and began chewing. The sound of the bar being crunched reverberated in the silent air, showing how ravenous the raccoon was. Snackers let out a contented ‘mmm’ as he savoured the taste and tilted his head to gulp it down.
After swallowing, Snackers looked back at the tiny trio and noticed Lupus staring at him, wide-eyed. The raccoon lifted his striped tail to hide his mouth. “My bad, Lupy,” he said with an embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “My chewing doesn’t bother you, does it?”
Coming out of his trance, Lupus blinked. He shook his head with a chuckle, reassuring, “No, it’s alright. Just acclimatising, I guess.”
With a loving smile, Snackers’ tail swayed and settled it next to Lupus. “I’ll try to keep quiet for ya, Lupy,” He took another, more restrained bite of his protein bar, and chewed with care.
Lupus, considering the size of Snackers’ colossal mouth, redirected his attention to his own meal. He used a claw to carve through the plastic surrounding his sandwich. Unwrapping the foil to reveal a perfectly assembled ham and cheese sandwich. "It's...it's a ham and cheese sandwich," he whispered. The wolf glanced over at Deko, who was watching him with a knowing smile, and the realisation hit him: Deko knew it was his favourite. Soft bread combined with the savoury meat and cheese for a delicious taste. He lifted it up to his maw and took a bite.
“Lupy, how’s your sandwich?” Snackers asked, his own chewing now almost silent.
“It’s lovely, thank you,” Lupus replied, acknowledging with a nod. “It’s what I needed.” Images of the raccoon’s mouth faded as he chewed, replaced by a soothing calmness. The size of the bar Snackers held made the lunch seem tiny in comparison.
Once they finished their sandwiches and Snackers with his food bar, they exchanged amused glances towards Lupus.
“Trust me,” Rayne said, giving Snackers’ thigh a nudge, “getting used to Snaccy’s chewing takes some time.”
A mischievous glint appeared in Snacker's eyes as he looked at Rayne. He bent over, getting his face near Rayne’s, his whiskers moving. “Rayne,” he whispered, his voice low and rumbling, “that bar didn’t really fill up my tummy. I’m still hungey.”
Looking up, the wolf-shepherd raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh? What do you have in mind?””
Baring his sharp teeth, Snackers grinned menacingly. “Well, I may just have to devour you!” He snapped his jaws in front of Rayne, who grinned back.
The urge to indulge in one last playful tease was irresistible for Snackers. Lowering his finger, he caressed Rayne’s tiny arm with the tip of his claw. Rayne’s challenging smirk stayed, even as the wolf-shepherd shivered. “Rayne, you look very delicious, don’t you think? Maybe just one teeny tiny bite…”
Rayne leaned back, pretending to be apprehensive, as they locked eyes with Snackers’ emerald gaze. “I warn you, Snackers, don’t even think about it.”
Snackers paid no attention to the wolf-shepherd’s protests and moved in to sniff Rayne’s head. “How confident are you?” he whispered with a chitter that rattled.
Rayne’s innards. With narrowed eyes, he exhaled through his lips, causing Rayne’s fur to ruffle.
Rayne had second thoughts when he saw the raccoon’s predatory gaze. To keep up his bravado, he responded with a hesitant, “Umm, yeah. You’d never eat me—”
Rayne fell silent as Snackers licked his chops. Although he wondered about the closeness of the raccoon’s maw, he didn’t waver from his confrontational grin.
Snackers revealed his teeth, which made his gut tighten as he pondered if he had influenced the raccoon’s response.
Snackers squinted their eyes. “Won’t I?” he asked icily.
“Snackers-?” He paused when the raccoon’s cold visage thawed into a heartwarming smile. Rayne used both hands to push Snackers’ snout away while laughing.
“Okay, okay! You’ve made your point,” he chuckled, still laughing.
The grin on Snackers’ face grew bigger, his teeth sparkling in the daylight. As he leaned back up, he reassured Rayne, “Just remember, I’ll always keep you safe,” giving a gentle tap on Rayne’s head with his finger. “Even if you look tempting.”
Rayne gave a swat to the raccoon’s finger. As he sarcastically commented, his tail flicked behind him, saying, “Well, that’s comforting.”
Noticing the lighthearted exchange, Deko took part. “Rayne, you don’t have to worry,” the folf whispered over the raccoon’s thighs. “Snackers might tease you by pretending to eat you, but he wouldn’t do it.”
Lupus sat up straight and arched an eyebrow. “Just teasing?” he asked, casting a sidelong glance up at the raccoon. Thoughts of Snackers’ affection and protection for Deko and other Petritans replaced the wolf’s fear of the raccoon violating the ‘Compliance Act’.
Snackers nodded, his whiskers wiggling. “It’s all fun, I promise. I might give you a couple of scares, but I would never devour my friends.”
Rayne mumbled back to the raccoon, “Yeah, I know, Snaccy,” feeling reassured and comforted by Snackers’ gentle touch.
“Um, so, Snackers,” Lupus began, trying to keep a straight face despite the nerves building inside him, “have you ever eaten anyone before?”
The raccoon paused its finger midway down Rayne’s back and leaned closer to Lupus. He licked his large lips while bringing a hand to his mouth. “Yes, but just my boyfriend.”
Lupus shifted their focus to Deko.
Deko, pretending to be surprised, catches on to the joke. “Huh? Me?” he exclaimed, his voice filled with faux shock. He grasped his chest, going along with the raccoon’s playful trick.
“Deko, of course it would be you,” he replied with snickers and deeper chuckles. “Don’t I always let you out?”
The folf blushed, his cheeks transitioning from blue to a vibrant red as he muttered, “Y-Yeah, I do.”
“I didn’t think you’d say yes,” Lupus muttered to Snackers, his eyes fixed on the raccoon’s closed lips.
The raccoon exposed his mouth to Lupus by stretching his lips open. “Would you like to explore the inside of my mouth, you adorable sugar cube?”
“Uh…”
The raccoon started by tilting its head. Then, he moved closer and whispered, “Do you want to try it for yourself?” After leaving the words suspended in the air, he widened his grin. “Would the little wolf like to have a tongue bath... inside my jaws?”
Lupus blinked and jerked back, nearly losing his balance on the raccoon’s thigh. “No, I’m fine.”
“D’awww, no worries, Lupy,” Snackers reassured Lupus, extending a hand to protectively catch him if necessary.
Lupus became alert, and a delicate blush spread across his cheeks. He emitted a grunting sound out of embarrassment. “Wait a second. You called me ‘sugar cube’ once more, didn’t you?” he muttered, trying to mask his unease with a hint of a scowl.
Snackers’ smile grew even wider as he revealed his sparkling teeth, relishing Lupus’ response. “Isn’t that always the case? Your fur is sugar coloured and you’re sweet like sugar,” the raccoon muttered wistfully.
Lupus blushed even more, but couldn’t help but smile. “That doesn’t make me a sugar cube, though.”
“Lupy, you’re as sweet as sugar,” Rayne chimed in.
Reluctantly, the wolf chuckled and ran a paw through his fur on his leg. “Understood, understood. I got the message. But, let’s talk about something else, please?” he asked, hoping to divert the conversation away from his nickname.
“Sure! So, Lupus, how’s the writing going for you back home?” Rayne asked. “I’m so excited to hear about the new ideas you’ve been brewing. You haven’t shared them yet!”
Lupus’ body stiffened. “I guess it’s going okay,” he began, but Deko interrupted with a sly smile and a shoulder bump.
“Speaking of writing,” Deko interrupted and joined the conversation.
The arctic wolf’s heart rate increased. “Deko, no—” he urged.
“Did you bring your notepad?”
Surprised, Lupus’ eyes faced forward to the view of nature’s expanse. Knowing he couldn’t redirect the conversation again, he sighed in resignation. “No, it’s actually back at the lake house.”
“What were you writing about?”
“They are just rough ideas,” he said, attempting to diminish their significance. “Nothing concrete.”
The group remained unsatisfied with their curiosity. No, their hunger was for what those pages contained. “Come on, Lupy! Your stories are always a delight to us. Can you give us a preview?” Deko continued to poke the wolf.
Using a fingertip, Snackers nudged Lupus’s side to get his attention. “Yeah, sugar cube, let’s hear it!”
Lupus started by closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and saying, “These are not story ideas.”
“They’re not? So, what are they? Don’t be afraid, we’re all ears,” Rayne consoled.
“Okay, but only if you promise not to call me sugar cube during the rest of my trip,” he warned. Intrigued, he stopped momentarily and eavesdropped on the others’ reply.
Rayne’s response was simply, “Alright.”
Snackers chimed in, saying, “Sure.”
Deko wasted no time in affirming their promise to Lupy with the words, “Lupy, no problem.”
After his friends gave their consent, Lupus took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Before I continue, there’s something I need to clarify first.” While rubbing his forearm, he confessed, “my notepad doesn’t contain just story ideas.”
The others exchanged bewildered glances before returning their attention to the arctic wolf.
I’ve been jotting down a list of must-do activities during my trip. “You know, places to see, food to experience, and especially...” Lupus fell silent, his eyes darting towards the wilderness on the other side.
“Especially, what?” Rayne whispered, leaning against Snackers’ leg, his gaze fixed on Lupus.
Sheepishly, Lupus’ cheeks turned red. “There are things I want to do with a Vastelerian in the US,” he confessed, clenching his flannel shirt sleeves. “Things that I can't do back at home.”
“Is that because of the UK laws? They are the ones who are preventing you from engaging with Vastelerians, aren’t they?”
Instead of speaking, Lupus chose to address Deko with a silent nod. The wolf’s reluctance to speak was enough to trigger the folf to wrap an arm around Lupus’ back.
“In the UK, there’s no chance to engage with them,” Lupus lamented, leaning in to see the raccoon’s soft pink shorts. “I can do it while in the United States. I made a bucket list of things I wanted to do with a Vastelerian before leaving.”
Moving closer, Deko gently rested their hand on top of Lupus’. “By ‘a Vastelerian’, did you mean, Snaccy?”
Lupus showed his acknowledgment with another nod. He quietly whispered, “Yes.”
“What’s on your bucket list, dude?” Rayne said.
With sapphire eyes sparkling, Lupus painted a vivid picture that enchanted the group. With a wave of thought, the tension that had been simmering inside him disappeared, and his voice took on a dreamy tone. “Just think,” he began, his gaze returning to the cliff’s edge, “about witnessing the sunset from their raised palm. Never having to worry about avoiding patrol near the Vastelerian borders.”
Sighing, he let the image linger in the group’s minds as he proceeded. “During the early mornings or late nights, we could sleep inside their pockets. Every step they’d take would rock lull us to sleep as the wind brushes past.”
“Someone wants to be my pocket-sized wolfie, huh?”
Unfazed by the raccoons’ taunting, the arctic wolf continued with its next spontaneous idea. Joining in the action, Lupus’ hands flapped about in excitement, showcasing his enthusiasm. “Let’s not even begin to discuss diving off a finger into a pool. If you have a height in mind, they will make every effort to make it happen.”
With a raised eyebrow and a hint of amusement in his eyes, Snackers crossed his arms and looked down at Lupus. “So, if I understand correctly, you’re suggesting that I play the role of your Vastelerian chauffeur?”
Lupus stopped grinning and put his hands back on his lap. His mind spun, realising how easily he got carried away. His close friend became nothing but an object for his fantasies. His smile faded, his index finger resuming its nervous tapping as he uttered, “sorry.”
Without delay, the raccoon interrupted the wolf’s tapping by lightly pressing its fingertip against the wolf’s finger. “I would do all that for you,” Snackers said with sincerity. “All of us will help.”
A nod from Rayne confirmed their agreement. “Y’know, I can still remember the time when Snackers gave me a lift on his snout after my truck broke down.”
Lupus smiled and whispered to Rayne, “Mate, that sounds so lovely.”
“I also wrote that I wanted to sleep on a Vastelerian. Something special, like lying on their stomach beneath their hand.”
A smile spread across Snackers’ face. “That sounds like a good time! What other ideas do you have?”
Shifting his weight, Lupus leaned against Snackers’ exposed stomach. Trying to hide his blushing face, he stroked the raccoon’s grey fur. “But there’s still more,”
he went on, “although it’s personal.”
Snackers sensed Lupus’ unease and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, offering a smile. “You don’t have to say anything else if you’re not comfortable,” he breathed. “We get it. We’re here to ensure that you have a great experience while in Illinois. Lupy, why don’t you sleep on my stomach tonight?”
“On or in-?”
While looming over the wolf, Snackers burst into laughter. “You can go in if you ask,” he insisted with a drum of his slim belly.
Lupus inhaled a lungful of sweet oxygen and massaged his neck. He looked at Snackers, their eyes shining, then shifted his attention to Rayne and Deko, both curious onlookers. “Um, I appreciate the offer, Snackers,” Lupus said, trying to keep his voice steady. “But if it’s alright with you, I prefer sleeping on your stomach.”
The raccoon’s grin melted into a knowing smile. “Sure, Lupy.” With two pats on his slim belly, Snackers declared, “You can be on my stomach. Let’s head back to the lake and cross that off your list.”
Snackers’ suggestion brought a grateful smile to Lupus, who was relieved not to be the one asking. “If you are okay with it. That…does sound lovely, Snackers,” he replied.
Both Rayne and Deko nodded to show their agreement. “We’re in!” They chimed in unison.
Snackers unexpectedly leaned forward, scooping up his wrapper and the three Petritans at once. He held them with a delicate and steady hand, providing them with a sense of security as he raised them into the air. The raccoon rose to his feet and raised them past the length of his calf and thigh until they were level with his chest. Rayne squealed with delight while Deko laughed as Snackers held them 20 metres above the ground.
Snackers held Rayne and Deko in his hands, then to Lupus with a loving expression. “Ready to tick one of your boxes off, Lupy?” he asked and manoeuvred Rayne and Deko to one hand, then placed Lupus in the other to be brought down to his waist.
While Snackers held the wolf, he swung his tail around to tickle Lupus’ nose with its fluffy tip.
Lupus remained calm and undisturbed, deep in contemplation. However, when the raccoon’s pocket was in front of him, he snapped back into reality.
As Lupus came closer to the raccoon’s leg, Snackers snickered. “You’re gonna ride somewhere else.”
Lupus’ bushy tail coiled around his legs as he furrowed his brow in curiosity. “What do you mean, Snackers?”
When the raccoon patted the side pocket of his slim pink shorts with a pinky, he proposed, “You can go in my pocket. Front-row seat.”
Surprise washed over Lupus as he blinked, feeling his apprehension sink in. Taking a quick look at the roomy pocket beside the raccoon’s legs, he redirected his attention to Snackers. “Are you sure that’s safe?” He asked, expressing his concern.
The raccoon confirmed by nodding. “Lupy, I’ll make sure you feel cosy and protected. My hand will be your weighted blanket.”
Rayne and Deko, in Snackers’ hands, looked at the hesitant wolf below. “Go on, Lupy! After all, you had it on your list.”
“Yeah,” Deko added, “Snaccy will walk at a slow pace just for you. You’re safe with the big racc.”
Taking a deep breath, Lupus felt solace in the unwavering support of his friends, his face brightening with a warm smile. “Alright, put me in, Snackers.”
The raccoon positioned him just above the pocket opening. “Here we go, Lupy,” Snackers said, his voice a comforting rumble that stroked Lupus’ internal organs. After he finished, his elevated fingers inserted Lupus into the fabric cocoon.
It was toasty for the wolf. The pocket warmed up by the mix of Snackers’ body heat and the midday sun. He shifted to find a more comfortable position, overhearing the fabric ripple as it conformed to his movements.
After finding a place to settle, he peeped through the pocket opening to gain a fresh perspective. Snackers’ hand interrupted him by worming its way into the pocket, its fingers splaying out across him and pinning him into the fabric.
“Com-fy?” Snackers used a soothing voice and stroked Lupus’ leg with a soft finger. Using just one finger, he touched Lupus, stroking his side to comfort his small friend.
“Y-Yes, I’m comfy,” Lupus muttered back, arms clutching onto Snackers’ finger. Despite the strange setting, he welcomed it.
Snackers’ fingers curled.
The fingers that held Lupus relaxed, and the wolf melted into them. Taking a moment, Lupus closed his eyes to centre on his chosen spot to rest.
Snackers’ moving caused his thighs to sway the pocket, revealing the foliage and sunlight to Lupus. The constraining fabric held him. Not completely, but enough for the raccoon’s squishy thigh to squeeze the wolf. He didn’t fight it, though, it just made his resting spot more relaxing.
“Is it...?” Lupus muttered out. His voice was inaudible from outside the pocket, his breath ruffling the raccoon’s fuzzy fingertips.
“Is this actually happening?” Lupus muttered again, louder this time.
Snackers answered the declaration-like words. He moved his soft fingers across the wolf’s belly and up to his shoulders. “It’s real, Lupy,” Snackers replied harmoniously as he wrapped his fingers tighter around the wolf. “Just enjoy the ride, sweet wolf.”
Snackers needed twenty minutes to complete the hiking trail at their leisurely walking pace. Twenty minutes of Snackers’ rhythmic thooms that had lulled Lupus into a dreamy state inside the pink fabric pocket. The arctic wolf’s initial surprise at his unusual perch had melted away, replaced by a desire to grasp his friend’s giant finger like a pillow. Although the nylon shorts pushed him into Snackers’ thigh mid-step, it felt reassuring, and the occasional glimpses of greenery and sunlight through the opening added to the tranquil ambiance.
The mix of sensations - the firm and soft touch of Snackers’ thigh, the gentle breeze, the sound of leaves rustling, and the distant voices of his friends above amazed lupus. His breathing was in tune with the giant raccoon’s footsteps as he settled into the nylon cave south of Snackers’ waist.
Snackers’ pace decreased as the trail became more difficult to traverse because of the steep descent. Each cautious step sent a new, stronger vibration up his leg to jostle Lupus, rocking him further. The scattered patches of elderflowers and boulders soon reverted to the dense canopy of the wilderness.
As he headed further down the trail. As the raccoon journeyed through the rough landscape, his eyes shone emerald in the sunlight. He thought of Rayne and Deko, who perched on his head.
In a hushed tone, Snackers whispered to Deko and Rayne, making sure Lupus couldn’t hear his voice. “Hey, you two. Do you guys know what Lupy put on his checklist?”
“No idea.” Deko shifted, glancing over to Rayne, who was already tapping a claw against his chin. “Any ideas, Rayne?”
The wolf-shepherd shook his head. “No, sorry,” he replied.
“Nothing at all?” Snackers pressed, his whiskers twitching with curiosity.
Snackers’ pocket stirred as Lupus, concealed within, sensed the sudden movement. He blinked, disoriented and confused, the muffled voices from outside piercing through the fabric.
“Rayne, any idea what he wanted to do with a giant? You spent hours driving with Lupus.” Deko asked.
Lupus’ ears perked up at the word ‘notepad’. He attempted to squirm beneath Snackers’ hand and strained to catch more of the conversation.
Rayne pulled up his chequered flannel sleeves, sighing as he revealed he did not know the notepad was with him until ten minutes before.
The wolf’s stomach knotted. His notebook and checklist, which he had worked hard to keep hidden, were the subject of their conversation. Why were they so interested?
“Lupus and I were just talking about our trip plans—”
“Like?” Snackers pressed again.
Lupus detected the determination and strong conviction in Snacker’s voice. He felt his throat constrict as he became aware of his friend’s skepticism. When Lupus discovered that his friend was talking about his secret, his ears drooped and his tail tucked between his legs.
Rayne moved around on the raccoon’s forehead, messing up the smooth blue fur. “The main thing he brought up was stargazing. Aside from that, the rest was just general stuff—recommendations for attractions and local restaurants. Nothing like this.”
“Not a thing?” Deko raised an eyebrow in response.
“Nope, nothing at all. We tried stargazing last night, and Lupus was excited until the clouds showed up.”
“But it’s not just about stargazing, right?” Snackers said, raising a hand to scratch a claw tip behind his ear near Rayne’s thigh. “He wanted to watch the sunset, ride in my pocket, and sleep on my belly—”
Rayne interrupted, glancing at Deko, who appeared deep in thought. “Let’s start there, okay, big guy?” He insisted with a firm pat on the raccoon’s ear.
“Start where?” Snackers asked, looking in Rayne’s direction.
“Tonight, we will enjoy the sunset and stars while Lupy sleeps on your stomach. Does that sound good?”
Deko nodded as Rayne walked through their plan. “It makes sense. If he has a checklist of desires or plans with you, Snaccy, I hope he lets something slip.”
“I just wanna spoil him,” Snackers exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement and a joyful twinkle in his emerald eyes.
Rayne reassured the raccoon, “I promise we will.”
While Lupus listened, Snackers’ fingers wrapped around him, pulling him nearer to their thigh. Did Snackers know he was listening? Was their conversation a secret?
The raccoon’s grip provided comforting warmth, but inside him, anxiety churned. He knew his friends were planning something, but being in the spotlight weighed on his heart. Whatever happened next, he would face it in the comfort of his friends from across the pond.
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Chapter 4: Between the Lines
Snackers positioned himself beside the Lake House garage, his back turned towards the bedroom windows of Deko and Rayne. Positioning his feet on the ground, shoulder-width apart, he lifted his kneecaps towards the sky while the raccoon’s banded tail brushed against the grass.
Resting against the siding, the raccoon felt the frigid texture of the Lake House on his fur. Pausing for a moment, he closed his eyes and released a pleased sigh, admiring the tranquil view. His slim muscles relaxed in the midday’s warm sun.
He bent his head to enjoy the calmness and looked at the driveway. Rayne had parked his truck there. He squinted at Rayne’s truck, which was parked a few feet from the garage and gleaming in the morning sun. The raccoon’s eyes gleamed with excitement at the sight of such effortless prey. Eyes squinted, Snackers
examined the porch and the nearby field, searching for any trace of the others. No other sound, just the lake and trees.
Displaying a cunning grin, Snackers leaned in and tapped his finger on the roof of the Raptor. The vehicle made a groaning sound, rocked, and then came to a standstill after moving just a few inches. Snackers emitted a sound of chirping and purrings. They applied more pressure on the truck on this occasion. Rayne’s truck made a soft creaking noise as it rolled back.
“That’s a cute little hot wheel,” he giggled.
Rayne stood in his bedroom, dressing and putting on a fresh shirt. While still drowsy and wiping off the raccoon saliva, he heard a sound. It started off faint but grew louder. A noise reminiscent of compressed metal, followed by a long creak.
Pausing, he held his hand steady on his shirt and gave his full attention to the disturbance. It was mechanical. Loosening his grip on his shirt, the wolf-shepherd made his way to the bedroom window and glanced down at the field. However, there was nothing.
Rayne retraced their steps and reached Deko’s bedroom on the opposite side of the hallway. Maybe the folf had heard something too.
“Hey Deko, did you hear that noise?” he mumbled to Deko, who was getting changed in the room opposite.
The folf shook his head and said, “No, I don’t believe so. Why?”
After stepping into the room, Rayne commented, “That’s odd. I thought I heard something.”
After buttoning up his shirt, Deko gave Rayne a sly look. “Don’t worry, the sound is just the house settling. This place is old.”
A chuckle escaped Rayne. “You’re right.”
“Oh, and when you’re dressed, join me in the kitchen.” Deko insisted as he tugged to his top. “We gotta get our lunches sorted. Is it still ham and cheese for all three, right?”
“Sure thing, dude.”
“Perfect. Let’s rendezvous in the kitchen.”
Both of them shrugged and carried on getting dressed.
Outside, Snackers continued. He continued playing his game, using his index finger to steer the truck with more vigour and accuracy. The vehicle’s tires started squeaking as it moved on the dirt driveway. Snackers hummed a playful tune, synchronised with the swaying truck.
Moving the Raptor truck along the path bored Snackers. He flexed his index finger one last time before nudging it to settle outside the garage door. As he shifted his weight and stretched his hand towards the garage roof, his humming faded away. By running his fingers along the rooftop, he started the ERAS mechanism.
When the ERAS lock was unlocked, the raccoon ascended from the rooftop at a 90-degree angle. It discovered a garage that was an ideal spot for storing its Converse shoes.
Afterwards, he leaned closer and untangled his shoelaces. With speed, he freed his paw from the tangled shoes and stored the cyan converse in the lake house garage. His shoes covered the garage floor, with one heel pressed against the snow-white toe tap. Closing the roof, Snackers locked his shoes inside with the click of the ERAS lock.
With his arm stretched towards his backpack, he unzipped it to explore its contents. Snackers felt wrappers and fabric before touching the synthetic fibres and rubber of his hiking boot. He slid the footwear out to thump down by his exposed paws.
Positioned in an upright manner with black accents, the golden-brown leather boots aligned with the height of the garage. Exposure to the elements resulted in slight weathering and signs of wear and tear on the surface. The raccoon, appreciating its durability, nestled its paws under the tongue of the boot for a comfortable spot. Even though they looked tough, the insoles of the shoes provided his paws with exceptional comfort.
Snackers settled against the lake house, his paws nestled inside the boot. Inside, his toes drummed against the cushioned lining, the gentle patter of claws muffled by those outside. His boot’s rim shifted, causing vibrations in the soil, mirroring his impatience. As he sat, waiting for his friends, the raccoon exhaled.
The raccoon’s impatience grew, prompting him to increase the intensity of his toe drumming. As he adjusted himself on the driveway, his tail swept across the garage door and the edge of Rayne’s Raptor. “What’s taking them so long?” he muttered under a breath until a faint creak cut through the silence.
There was no doubt about it, it was the front door. Correcting his stance, he stilled his paws within the boots while focusing his gaze on the corner of the lake house.
After their refreshing shower, Deko and Rayne emerged from the lake house looking revitalised. Exchanging his black and white flannel, the wolf-shepherd put on a white top that matched his black denim jeans. Deko maintained his black crop top and shorts, but spiced up the outfit with a white scarf and backpack for his camera, map, and snacks.
Snackers welcomed them, their eyes gleaming with joy like emeralds. Taking on a half-crouch stance, he dropped onto his knees and hands, his imposing frame sinking down. Above them, his snout hung, whiskers trembling in excitement. Snackers’ exuberant demeanour, similar to that of a large raccoon pup, elicited laughter from Rayne and Deko.
The folf was quick to hold onto the three assembled lunches as the raccoon’s breath washed over them.
“Hey, you little sweethearts!” Snackers barked, punctuating his greeting with a friendly sniff towards Deko and Rayne. Like a chilling breeze, the raccoon’s breath, sweet and minty, enveloped them. “Are you both ready to go hiking? I have a trail in mind.”
“What’s up?” Rayne replied, grinning at the Snackers before he looked at his truck by the raccoon’s thigh. The wolf-shepherd’s smile vanished as he noticed that his truck was crooked, with the front bumper no longer aligned with the garage door. It was a minor discrepancy, but Rayne was keen enough to detect it. He looked back at Snackers and asked, “We’re all set for the hike, but... did you hear anything strange outside earlier?”
The raccoon’s eyes widened, but he covered it up with a big, toothy smile. With a slight laugh and a tilt of his head, he clarified his view on the question’s absurdity. “Something weird? No, nothing at all, Rayne.”
Rayne’s gaze locked onto the raccoon’s face, detecting a subtle sign lurking beneath Snackers’ abrupt disregard. “Are you sure about that? The noise was rather loud. It seems like someone moved my truck.”
Snackers waved his massive paw in a dismissive gesture. “You’re imagining things, Rayne."
Rayne’s gaze lingered on the raccoon, indicating his lack of complete conviction. The wolf shepherd glanced at the truck, then sighed and decided to ignore it, at least for the time being. “Alright, fine.” Rayne warned, “If I find a fingerprint on it later, be prepared for an earful.”
To shift the conversation from the truck, the raccoon imitated a Petritan handclap by clapping his fingers together. “Anyway! Deko, did you remember to grab your sandwiches?”
Deko lifted them up, giving Snackers the chance to pinch the three sandwiches that were neatly wrapped from the folf’s hands. Although he saw each sandwich as a mere crumb, he treated them with caution as he tucked them away in his spacious backpack. “Perfect!” Snackers hummed in satisfaction as they vanished into the depths of their bag. “Boots are in order, lunch is sorted. All ready for the hike.”
The raccoon’s hiking suggestion caught Rayne’s attention, although doubt continued to nag at him. “Which hiking trail, Snackers?”
Deko showed support for the wolf’s question with a nod. Observing the raccoon’s whiskers twitch, he added, “Where are we going?”.
He told Rayne that it was a trail he remembered from his previous trip with Deko, which made Deko blush. “It’s the Garden of the Gods. At the summit, the view’s breathtaking. Perfect for a little hike, don’t you think?”
“Nature is what you’re in the mood for, right?” Rayne replied with a smile, glancing over his shoulder to Lupus’ bedroom window. “Lupy would adore that. I’m all in!”
Rayne’s gaze led Snackers’ eyes to the window. “Speaking of Lupy, I’ll go check in on him—”
“Nooooooo!” Just as Snackers rose onto his foot, Deko waved his hands to halt the raccoon.
Pausing in his ascent, the femboy’s massive body obeyed Deko’s desperate plea. His boyfriend’s eyes caught his gaze, as well as the folf’s still rosy cheeks from the memory of their time at the Garden of God’s trail.
“I mean, uh, it’s just that Lupus might get changed or doing something important,” the folf stammered, his mind focused on the notepad he spotted earlier.
“Doing something important, huh?” Snackers inquired, turning his head back to peek through the small window.
Deko pointed to the grass behind Snackers, asserting the need to give Lupy some space. “Now, sit.” He commanded.
With understanding, Snackers observed Deko, their initial excitement tempered by their concern for privacy. With a thump, Snackers’ thighs bulged and calves flexed as he settled into a seat. The small individuals between his open legs sensed the quake as the ground wavered under Snackers’ immense mass.
“Yes, babe,” Snackers sighed, feeling down, his eyes focused on the folf between his hiking boots.
“Thanks, Snaccy.” Deko patted the raccoon’s rubber treads, complimenting Snaccy and expressing gratitude. Taking a swift look at Rayne, he observed them strolling alongside Snackers, running a hand through the raccoon’s leg fur.
Time passed, with leaves rustling and distant birds calling in the forest. Snackers, the ever lively one, remained in place, honouring his friend’s desires.
As the lake house door creaked open, the well-known arctic wolf emerged, equipped for hiking. He wore a navy blue t-shirt and grey shorts, and well-fitted black hiking boots with blue stripes along above the treads.
His appearance caused the raccoon’s tail to react. “Hello, Lupy!” Are you ready to go?” he exclaimed, shifting his weight to meet the wolf on the porch.
Snackers’ enthusiasm drowned out the wolf’s earlier shyness, catching him off-guard. “Um, sure.” Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, looking at his friends. I was wrapping up my note-taking.”
“Are these notes for the story?” Rayne’s question prompted Lupus to shift his attention towards Deko.
With a weak smile, Lupus shrugged off, saying, “Oh, yeah, it’s just some story notes.”
Unable to contain his excitement, Snackers outstretched his hand, palm facing upwards, in front of Lupus. “Lupy, do you need a ride?” he asked, his tone eager but sincere. “Hop on.”
After a moment of hesitation, Lupus answered. “Sure, that sounds wonderful, mate.” He stepped forward, placing his hands on Snackers’ extended fingers. He felt a cosy sensation when he touched the warm fur of the raccoon.
Rayne and Deko climbed on after Lupus settled.
With a purring rumble, Snackers assured them, “There you go, nice and comfortable,” lifting them up as he stood tall near the lake house.
Once the raccoon stood tall, he positioned them on his head. “All aboard on the racc-express!” he declared with a laugh, his tail swaying behind. “Our next destination is the Garden of the Gods’ trail!”
Ready to go, Snackers slipped his backpack on and started their trek towards the woodlands. The sound of Snackers’ hiking boots reverberated through the woods. The rhythmic thumps disturbed local wildlife and other campers or hikers. However, his tiny companions on his head, eager to witness the world in motion, refrained from disturbing the calmness of the forest.
Snackers noted the hikers and campers and swung his boots over them, while the raccoon remained fixated on finding the Garden of Gods. Snackers’ curvaceous shadow covers the entire dirt path. Displaying his hiking outfit - backpack, boots, pink shorts, striped scarf, and thigh highs - the raccoon caught the attention of the campers and hikers nearby. His banded tail moved back and forth, brushing against the trees and branches, causing leaves to fall to the ground. The boots marched through the dense undergrowth, leaving them in awe.
The raccoon moved with extreme precision, ensuring not to disrupt the local ecosystem any further, while scanning the under-bush for any sign of the elusive trail. With tall trees and thick foliage, the woodland here was denser, posing a challenge to visibility.
Among all, Lupus was the sole responder to the thooms from the raccoon’s footsteps. Positioned between Rayne and Deko, Lupus feels their shoulders against him. They sat on their looming platform on Snackers’ crown and watched the forest pass by.
The raccoon’s walking was far more captivating because of the combination of his swinging feet and lovely slim hips swaying. He strolled with a hint of flamboyance, summoning the attention of anyone nearby.
Snackers looked up at his small companions, grinned, and whispered. “How far are we from the trail, Deko?” His projected utterance made the folf’s ears perk.
Snackers’ hiking boots had a hypnotic rhythm that entranced Deko while he was speaking to his boyfriends. “I didn’t catch that. Can you say it again?” He made a comment, attempting to snap out of the hypnosis induced by the sound of the raccoon’s steps.
Laughter echoed through the forest as Snackers chuckled. “Do you know how far we still have to go to find the Garden of Gods?” he asked.
Refocused, Deko looked up from Snackers to track the trail. Surveying the dirt path, he muttered, “Let me look.”
“We’re almost there,” Deko said, straining his eyes to see through the woods. “We should take the left turn ahead. If we continue, it should guide us to the trail.”
“Hun, are you sure?” Snackers asked as he walked, his long strides covering the ground.
“I’m almost certain,” he responded, although his voice revealed a trace of uncertainty. “I’m confident that this is the exact route we travelled when we first met.”
Lupus leaned in and joined the conversation. “Does anyone here know the way?” He challenged Deko and Snackers.
The raccoon mentioned they did little hiking last time, but then his voice trailed off and he mentioned, “we just snuggled.”
“Really?” Lupus said, crossing his arms as he looked at Deko.
“Ummm, yeah.”
“I see. Regardless, what makes this trail so exceptional?” Lupus expressed disbelief. “I’m saying it’s merely a trail through some rocks. There are loads in the park.”
Rayne added his input. “Huge rocks, and at the summit, we can overlook the entire park.”
“Huge? Pfft, let’s see if it can measure up to me,” Snackers snickered with self-assurance. “To you, the rocks are large, but they’re just pebbles.”
Rayne couldn’t hide his amusement despite rolling his eyes at Snackers’ over-the-top confidence. “Well, it’s big to us, dude. Now, turn left.”
“Sure, sure,” Snackers retorted and, with a sudden twirl, he pivoted to the left. Snackers’ hourglass-shaped giant waistline found the fresh path more appealing. His long legs carried him down the larger path, which had much less tree canopy around them, and towards the hiking trail starting point.
In front, a cluster of hikers paused, their conversation stopping as they saw the giant raccoon getting closer. As Snackers approached, his slender figure casting a lengthy shadow over the dusty trail, their eyes widened with disbelief. Then they felt light thumps from his boots, each audible from a distance.
Snackers acknowledged the small group with a friendly wave and warm smile as he sailed past. “Hello there!” he called out, continuing down the path.
Rayne’s hand reached out to stroke the raccoon’s ear. “You know how to make an entrance, Snaccy.”
Leaning back into Snackers’ blue hair, Deko chuckled. “Of course he does. He’s pawsome!”
“Again with the awful jokes, babe,” Snackers scoffed.
Brushing a hand over Snackers head, he listened to another one of Deko’s jokes that fell flat. “You know, Deko,” Lupus said in a voice rich with sarcasm, “I’m not sure what collapses quicker. Your jokes, or your composure whenever you’re around Snaccy’s paws.”
Deko crossed his arms at Lupus.
But, before Lupus could respond to the folf’s gesture, he felt a nudge at his shoulder. “You aren’t much better, you know,” the wolf-shepherd teased.
Lupus scoffed in mock offence. “Hey now! I’ve got jokes, somewhere.”
“Somewhere?” He echoed back to the arctic wolf. “I’ve known you long enough to know that if they exist, they’re buried deep—real deep.”
“And here I thought you appreciated my sophisticated sense of British humour.”
“Appreciated? Dude, I was just watching your jokes go down in flames.” Rayne smirked back to the wolf, nudging his shoulder into Lupus once more.
“Wow, thanks for the support.”
“You’re welcome.”
The trail became steeper as the raccoon continued their journey. The slight slope didn’t faze Snackers as they continued on without hesitation. Looking up at his friends, Snackers confidently smirked. “You know,” he began lightheartedly, “this hiking thing is easy.”
Rayne laughed and remarked, “It comes in handy being a 35 metre tall Vastelerian.”
Lupus agreed and caressed Snackers’ ear with his hand.
The raccoon’s chest swelled with pride. “I’m so glad I’m your designated Vastelerian. It’s a blast having you up there.”
Lupus, immersed in the foliage's beauty, voiced his thoughts. “And, mate, we’re thankful for that. Be confident, but don’t become arrogant. We know who holds your leash here.”
Snackers chuckled and said, “He only holds it if I give him permission. Most of the time he’s my lil’ blueberry,” he teased, raising a hand to ruffle Deko’s head fur with a fingertip.
The thick underbrush diminished, revealing patches of swaying wildflowers and boulders. To the raccoon, these mossy boulders were just rocks Snackers would skip across the lake. Snackers didn’t notice one vanish under his boot as he strode along the trail.
As they stood there, a cool breeze swept through the open trail, causing the temperature to drop. Above, the wind stirred the leaves and caused ripples to form in the tall wildflowers along the trail. Snackers climbed higher, feeling the wind brush against their fur, revealing a panoramic view of the surrounding woodland.
Below them, lush greenery draped the rolling hills and patches of vibrant wildflowers in shades of purple, yellow, and red adorned the landscape. From their viewing platform, they admired the distant Lake Glendale, its surface sparkling and mirroring the clear blue sky.
At the summit of the Garden of the Gods, Snackers stood tall as the wind fluttered his striped scarf and pink shorts. Delighting in the invigorating touch of the crisp air on its fur, the raccoon’s emerald eyes sparkled with joy as it revelled in the world's beauty. “Gentlemen and gentlemen, we have reached the Garden of Gods,” he declared, sounding relieved.
Rayne, Deko, and Lupus stared at him in awe, their faces reflecting Snackers’ own wonder. Together, they embraced the awe-inspiring panorama. The beautiful blue sky enhanced the idyllic surroundings, making their smiles even bigger.
The sight before Lupus was so stunning that his jaw dropped. “Wow,” he murmured, his sapphire eyes sparkling with wonder. “I must say, this is truly beautiful.”
The raccoon’s heart felt a tug, experiencing a blend of joy and serenity. Reaching into his pocket, his fuzzy fingers contacted the smooth phone screen. He retrieved it from his shorts and adjusted it to the portrait angle.
Snackers rotated, being careful of Rayne, Deko, and Lupus, who clung onto his fur for balance. Snackers raised a phone charged with enough power to jump start the Ford Raptor, framing himself, his friends, and the view of the park behind.
In an excited tone, Snackers projected, “Smile, cuties!”
With emerald eyes widened in delight, Deko revelled in the sheer euphoria of the moment, arms outstretched. Rayne’s mischievous expression turned into an exuberant smile, leaning with contagious laughter, as Lupus playfully wagged his white tail, his sincere smile illuminating his face. As the wind tousled their fur, they collectively posed on their friends’ heads. Their eyes watched Snackers’ fingertip click the button, creating a soft shutter sound.
“Got it!” he exclaimed, lowering the phone and looking up at his friends. “I’m holding onto this. Great friends, magnificent view. It’s epic!” He used both hands to pluck Rayne, Deko, and Lupus from his furry head, holding them tightly. He crouched down, resting them on the hardened floor below.
His hands moved away, and he placed his backpack on the ground beside his boots. Then he adjusted his weight to sit down beside the trio. Seated on the ledge, his legs hung down. Extending two hands towards Deko, Rayne, and Lupus, he scooped them up to move them onto his clothed thighs. As he leaned back into his hands, the raccoon felt the wind rustling through his fur. Snackers beckoned his friends to join him, providing a comfortable spot to relax.
As they spread their legs on the pink fabric, they tottered back into the raccoon’s stomach. On his left leg, there are Deko and Lupus. Rayne on the right. As they basked in the serene atmosphere, a sudden, loud rumble broke the silence. Stomach flesh rippled against their backs, causing Rayne, Deko, and Lupus to glare back up rapidly at Snackers, whose cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
“Snackers, was that your tummy growling?” Rayne asked with a chuckle.
Nodding, Snackers turned away and began rubbing his belly. “Yeah, I guess all this walking worked up an appetite.”
“It could have been worse,” Lupus said, brushing shoulders with Deko. “You could have been the one trying to climb out someone’s shoe, right, Deko?”
“Hey-!”
“Ha ha, that was hilarious,” Snackers remarked, wagging his tail. “So, do you all want the lunches Deko prepped.”
They silently agreed, motioning for Snackers to reposition himself and reach into his bag. Unzipping the fly, he slipped a hand inside, creating a rustling as he searched for their provisions.
Smiling broadly, Snackers produced a huge protein bar, and the wrapper made a loud crinkle noise. Declaring “Here we go,” he ripped open the wrapper, taking a massive bite and relishing in the satisfying, rich, chocolaty flavour that made him hum with delight.
Right in the middle of eating, he revealed three miniature sandwiches wrapped in foil. Handing them out with a fingertip, he said, “These are for you all.”
Wasting no time, Rayne and Deko tore off the plastic wrappers of their lunch, while Lupus couldn’t help but be captivated by Snackers. The raccoon, already ripping its own packaging, lifted the bar to its mouth. Snackers licked his chops before widening his cavernous maw, exposing two rows of pearly white teeth and the drool-drenched tip of his tongue.
Teeth larger than Lupus tore through the dense chocolate coating to its nutty centre. Next, he clenched his teeth, ripped the bar apart, and began chewing. The sound of the bar being crunched reverberated in the silent air, showing how ravenous the raccoon was. Snackers let out a contented ‘mmm’ as he savoured the taste and tilted his head to gulp it down.
After swallowing, Snackers looked back at the tiny trio and noticed Lupus staring at him, wide-eyed. The raccoon lifted his striped tail to hide his mouth. “My bad, Lupy,” he said with an embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “My chewing doesn’t bother you, does it?”
Coming out of his trance, Lupus blinked. He shook his head with a chuckle, reassuring, “No, it’s alright. Just acclimatising, I guess.”
With a loving smile, Snackers’ tail swayed and settled it next to Lupus. “I’ll try to keep quiet for ya, Lupy,” He took another, more restrained bite of his protein bar, and chewed with care.
Lupus, considering the size of Snackers’ colossal mouth, redirected his attention to his own meal. He used a claw to carve through the plastic surrounding his sandwich. Unwrapping the foil to reveal a perfectly assembled ham and cheese sandwich. "It's...it's a ham and cheese sandwich," he whispered. The wolf glanced over at Deko, who was watching him with a knowing smile, and the realisation hit him: Deko knew it was his favourite. Soft bread combined with the savoury meat and cheese for a delicious taste. He lifted it up to his maw and took a bite.
“Lupy, how’s your sandwich?” Snackers asked, his own chewing now almost silent.
“It’s lovely, thank you,” Lupus replied, acknowledging with a nod. “It’s what I needed.” Images of the raccoon’s mouth faded as he chewed, replaced by a soothing calmness. The size of the bar Snackers held made the lunch seem tiny in comparison.
Once they finished their sandwiches and Snackers with his food bar, they exchanged amused glances towards Lupus.
“Trust me,” Rayne said, giving Snackers’ thigh a nudge, “getting used to Snaccy’s chewing takes some time.”
A mischievous glint appeared in Snacker's eyes as he looked at Rayne. He bent over, getting his face near Rayne’s, his whiskers moving. “Rayne,” he whispered, his voice low and rumbling, “that bar didn’t really fill up my tummy. I’m still hungey.”
Looking up, the wolf-shepherd raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh? What do you have in mind?””
Baring his sharp teeth, Snackers grinned menacingly. “Well, I may just have to devour you!” He snapped his jaws in front of Rayne, who grinned back.
The urge to indulge in one last playful tease was irresistible for Snackers. Lowering his finger, he caressed Rayne’s tiny arm with the tip of his claw. Rayne’s challenging smirk stayed, even as the wolf-shepherd shivered. “Rayne, you look very delicious, don’t you think? Maybe just one teeny tiny bite…”
Rayne leaned back, pretending to be apprehensive, as they locked eyes with Snackers’ emerald gaze. “I warn you, Snackers, don’t even think about it.”
Snackers paid no attention to the wolf-shepherd’s protests and moved in to sniff Rayne’s head. “How confident are you?” he whispered with a chitter that rattled.
Rayne’s innards. With narrowed eyes, he exhaled through his lips, causing Rayne’s fur to ruffle.
Rayne had second thoughts when he saw the raccoon’s predatory gaze. To keep up his bravado, he responded with a hesitant, “Umm, yeah. You’d never eat me—”
Rayne fell silent as Snackers licked his chops. Although he wondered about the closeness of the raccoon’s maw, he didn’t waver from his confrontational grin.
Snackers revealed his teeth, which made his gut tighten as he pondered if he had influenced the raccoon’s response.
Snackers squinted their eyes. “Won’t I?” he asked icily.
“Snackers-?” He paused when the raccoon’s cold visage thawed into a heartwarming smile. Rayne used both hands to push Snackers’ snout away while laughing.
“Okay, okay! You’ve made your point,” he chuckled, still laughing.
The grin on Snackers’ face grew bigger, his teeth sparkling in the daylight. As he leaned back up, he reassured Rayne, “Just remember, I’ll always keep you safe,” giving a gentle tap on Rayne’s head with his finger. “Even if you look tempting.”
Rayne gave a swat to the raccoon’s finger. As he sarcastically commented, his tail flicked behind him, saying, “Well, that’s comforting.”
Noticing the lighthearted exchange, Deko took part. “Rayne, you don’t have to worry,” the folf whispered over the raccoon’s thighs. “Snackers might tease you by pretending to eat you, but he wouldn’t do it.”
Lupus sat up straight and arched an eyebrow. “Just teasing?” he asked, casting a sidelong glance up at the raccoon. Thoughts of Snackers’ affection and protection for Deko and other Petritans replaced the wolf’s fear of the raccoon violating the ‘Compliance Act’.
Snackers nodded, his whiskers wiggling. “It’s all fun, I promise. I might give you a couple of scares, but I would never devour my friends.”
Rayne mumbled back to the raccoon, “Yeah, I know, Snaccy,” feeling reassured and comforted by Snackers’ gentle touch.
“Um, so, Snackers,” Lupus began, trying to keep a straight face despite the nerves building inside him, “have you ever eaten anyone before?”
The raccoon paused its finger midway down Rayne’s back and leaned closer to Lupus. He licked his large lips while bringing a hand to his mouth. “Yes, but just my boyfriend.”
Lupus shifted their focus to Deko.
Deko, pretending to be surprised, catches on to the joke. “Huh? Me?” he exclaimed, his voice filled with faux shock. He grasped his chest, going along with the raccoon’s playful trick.
“Deko, of course it would be you,” he replied with snickers and deeper chuckles. “Don’t I always let you out?”
The folf blushed, his cheeks transitioning from blue to a vibrant red as he muttered, “Y-Yeah, I do.”
“I didn’t think you’d say yes,” Lupus muttered to Snackers, his eyes fixed on the raccoon’s closed lips.
The raccoon exposed his mouth to Lupus by stretching his lips open. “Would you like to explore the inside of my mouth, you adorable sugar cube?”
“Uh…”
The raccoon started by tilting its head. Then, he moved closer and whispered, “Do you want to try it for yourself?” After leaving the words suspended in the air, he widened his grin. “Would the little wolf like to have a tongue bath... inside my jaws?”
Lupus blinked and jerked back, nearly losing his balance on the raccoon’s thigh. “No, I’m fine.”
“D’awww, no worries, Lupy,” Snackers reassured Lupus, extending a hand to protectively catch him if necessary.
Lupus became alert, and a delicate blush spread across his cheeks. He emitted a grunting sound out of embarrassment. “Wait a second. You called me ‘sugar cube’ once more, didn’t you?” he muttered, trying to mask his unease with a hint of a scowl.
Snackers’ smile grew even wider as he revealed his sparkling teeth, relishing Lupus’ response. “Isn’t that always the case? Your fur is sugar coloured and you’re sweet like sugar,” the raccoon muttered wistfully.
Lupus blushed even more, but couldn’t help but smile. “That doesn’t make me a sugar cube, though.”
“Lupy, you’re as sweet as sugar,” Rayne chimed in.
Reluctantly, the wolf chuckled and ran a paw through his fur on his leg. “Understood, understood. I got the message. But, let’s talk about something else, please?” he asked, hoping to divert the conversation away from his nickname.
“Sure! So, Lupus, how’s the writing going for you back home?” Rayne asked. “I’m so excited to hear about the new ideas you’ve been brewing. You haven’t shared them yet!”
Lupus’ body stiffened. “I guess it’s going okay,” he began, but Deko interrupted with a sly smile and a shoulder bump.
“Speaking of writing,” Deko interrupted and joined the conversation.
The arctic wolf’s heart rate increased. “Deko, no—” he urged.
“Did you bring your notepad?”
Surprised, Lupus’ eyes faced forward to the view of nature’s expanse. Knowing he couldn’t redirect the conversation again, he sighed in resignation. “No, it’s actually back at the lake house.”
“What were you writing about?”
“They are just rough ideas,” he said, attempting to diminish their significance. “Nothing concrete.”
The group remained unsatisfied with their curiosity. No, their hunger was for what those pages contained. “Come on, Lupy! Your stories are always a delight to us. Can you give us a preview?” Deko continued to poke the wolf.
Using a fingertip, Snackers nudged Lupus’s side to get his attention. “Yeah, sugar cube, let’s hear it!”
Lupus started by closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and saying, “These are not story ideas.”
“They’re not? So, what are they? Don’t be afraid, we’re all ears,” Rayne consoled.
“Okay, but only if you promise not to call me sugar cube during the rest of my trip,” he warned. Intrigued, he stopped momentarily and eavesdropped on the others’ reply.
Rayne’s response was simply, “Alright.”
Snackers chimed in, saying, “Sure.”
Deko wasted no time in affirming their promise to Lupy with the words, “Lupy, no problem.”
After his friends gave their consent, Lupus took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Before I continue, there’s something I need to clarify first.” While rubbing his forearm, he confessed, “my notepad doesn’t contain just story ideas.”
The others exchanged bewildered glances before returning their attention to the arctic wolf.
I’ve been jotting down a list of must-do activities during my trip. “You know, places to see, food to experience, and especially...” Lupus fell silent, his eyes darting towards the wilderness on the other side.
“Especially, what?” Rayne whispered, leaning against Snackers’ leg, his gaze fixed on Lupus.
Sheepishly, Lupus’ cheeks turned red. “There are things I want to do with a Vastelerian in the US,” he confessed, clenching his flannel shirt sleeves. “Things that I can't do back at home.”
“Is that because of the UK laws? They are the ones who are preventing you from engaging with Vastelerians, aren’t they?”
Instead of speaking, Lupus chose to address Deko with a silent nod. The wolf’s reluctance to speak was enough to trigger the folf to wrap an arm around Lupus’ back.
“In the UK, there’s no chance to engage with them,” Lupus lamented, leaning in to see the raccoon’s soft pink shorts. “I can do it while in the United States. I made a bucket list of things I wanted to do with a Vastelerian before leaving.”
Moving closer, Deko gently rested their hand on top of Lupus’. “By ‘a Vastelerian’, did you mean, Snaccy?”
Lupus showed his acknowledgment with another nod. He quietly whispered, “Yes.”
“What’s on your bucket list, dude?” Rayne said.
With sapphire eyes sparkling, Lupus painted a vivid picture that enchanted the group. With a wave of thought, the tension that had been simmering inside him disappeared, and his voice took on a dreamy tone. “Just think,” he began, his gaze returning to the cliff’s edge, “about witnessing the sunset from their raised palm. Never having to worry about avoiding patrol near the Vastelerian borders.”
Sighing, he let the image linger in the group’s minds as he proceeded. “During the early mornings or late nights, we could sleep inside their pockets. Every step they’d take would rock lull us to sleep as the wind brushes past.”
“Someone wants to be my pocket-sized wolfie, huh?”
Unfazed by the raccoons’ taunting, the arctic wolf continued with its next spontaneous idea. Joining in the action, Lupus’ hands flapped about in excitement, showcasing his enthusiasm. “Let’s not even begin to discuss diving off a finger into a pool. If you have a height in mind, they will make every effort to make it happen.”
With a raised eyebrow and a hint of amusement in his eyes, Snackers crossed his arms and looked down at Lupus. “So, if I understand correctly, you’re suggesting that I play the role of your Vastelerian chauffeur?”
Lupus stopped grinning and put his hands back on his lap. His mind spun, realising how easily he got carried away. His close friend became nothing but an object for his fantasies. His smile faded, his index finger resuming its nervous tapping as he uttered, “sorry.”
Without delay, the raccoon interrupted the wolf’s tapping by lightly pressing its fingertip against the wolf’s finger. “I would do all that for you,” Snackers said with sincerity. “All of us will help.”
A nod from Rayne confirmed their agreement. “Y’know, I can still remember the time when Snackers gave me a lift on his snout after my truck broke down.”
Lupus smiled and whispered to Rayne, “Mate, that sounds so lovely.”
“I also wrote that I wanted to sleep on a Vastelerian. Something special, like lying on their stomach beneath their hand.”
A smile spread across Snackers’ face. “That sounds like a good time! What other ideas do you have?”
Shifting his weight, Lupus leaned against Snackers’ exposed stomach. Trying to hide his blushing face, he stroked the raccoon’s grey fur. “But there’s still more,”
he went on, “although it’s personal.”
Snackers sensed Lupus’ unease and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, offering a smile. “You don’t have to say anything else if you’re not comfortable,” he breathed. “We get it. We’re here to ensure that you have a great experience while in Illinois. Lupy, why don’t you sleep on my stomach tonight?”
“On or in-?”
While looming over the wolf, Snackers burst into laughter. “You can go in if you ask,” he insisted with a drum of his slim belly.
Lupus inhaled a lungful of sweet oxygen and massaged his neck. He looked at Snackers, their eyes shining, then shifted his attention to Rayne and Deko, both curious onlookers. “Um, I appreciate the offer, Snackers,” Lupus said, trying to keep his voice steady. “But if it’s alright with you, I prefer sleeping on your stomach.”
The raccoon’s grin melted into a knowing smile. “Sure, Lupy.” With two pats on his slim belly, Snackers declared, “You can be on my stomach. Let’s head back to the lake and cross that off your list.”
Snackers’ suggestion brought a grateful smile to Lupus, who was relieved not to be the one asking. “If you are okay with it. That…does sound lovely, Snackers,” he replied.
Both Rayne and Deko nodded to show their agreement. “We’re in!” They chimed in unison.
Snackers unexpectedly leaned forward, scooping up his wrapper and the three Petritans at once. He held them with a delicate and steady hand, providing them with a sense of security as he raised them into the air. The raccoon rose to his feet and raised them past the length of his calf and thigh until they were level with his chest. Rayne squealed with delight while Deko laughed as Snackers held them 20 metres above the ground.
Snackers held Rayne and Deko in his hands, then to Lupus with a loving expression. “Ready to tick one of your boxes off, Lupy?” he asked and manoeuvred Rayne and Deko to one hand, then placed Lupus in the other to be brought down to his waist.
While Snackers held the wolf, he swung his tail around to tickle Lupus’ nose with its fluffy tip.
Lupus remained calm and undisturbed, deep in contemplation. However, when the raccoon’s pocket was in front of him, he snapped back into reality.
As Lupus came closer to the raccoon’s leg, Snackers snickered. “You’re gonna ride somewhere else.”
Lupus’ bushy tail coiled around his legs as he furrowed his brow in curiosity. “What do you mean, Snackers?”
When the raccoon patted the side pocket of his slim pink shorts with a pinky, he proposed, “You can go in my pocket. Front-row seat.”
Surprise washed over Lupus as he blinked, feeling his apprehension sink in. Taking a quick look at the roomy pocket beside the raccoon’s legs, he redirected his attention to Snackers. “Are you sure that’s safe?” He asked, expressing his concern.
The raccoon confirmed by nodding. “Lupy, I’ll make sure you feel cosy and protected. My hand will be your weighted blanket.”
Rayne and Deko, in Snackers’ hands, looked at the hesitant wolf below. “Go on, Lupy! After all, you had it on your list.”
“Yeah,” Deko added, “Snaccy will walk at a slow pace just for you. You’re safe with the big racc.”
Taking a deep breath, Lupus felt solace in the unwavering support of his friends, his face brightening with a warm smile. “Alright, put me in, Snackers.”
The raccoon positioned him just above the pocket opening. “Here we go, Lupy,” Snackers said, his voice a comforting rumble that stroked Lupus’ internal organs. After he finished, his elevated fingers inserted Lupus into the fabric cocoon.
It was toasty for the wolf. The pocket warmed up by the mix of Snackers’ body heat and the midday sun. He shifted to find a more comfortable position, overhearing the fabric ripple as it conformed to his movements.
After finding a place to settle, he peeped through the pocket opening to gain a fresh perspective. Snackers’ hand interrupted him by worming its way into the pocket, its fingers splaying out across him and pinning him into the fabric.
“Com-fy?” Snackers used a soothing voice and stroked Lupus’ leg with a soft finger. Using just one finger, he touched Lupus, stroking his side to comfort his small friend.
“Y-Yes, I’m comfy,” Lupus muttered back, arms clutching onto Snackers’ finger. Despite the strange setting, he welcomed it.
Snackers’ fingers curled.
The fingers that held Lupus relaxed, and the wolf melted into them. Taking a moment, Lupus closed his eyes to centre on his chosen spot to rest.
Snackers’ moving caused his thighs to sway the pocket, revealing the foliage and sunlight to Lupus. The constraining fabric held him. Not completely, but enough for the raccoon’s squishy thigh to squeeze the wolf. He didn’t fight it, though, it just made his resting spot more relaxing.
“Is it...?” Lupus muttered out. His voice was inaudible from outside the pocket, his breath ruffling the raccoon’s fuzzy fingertips.
“Is this actually happening?” Lupus muttered again, louder this time.
Snackers answered the declaration-like words. He moved his soft fingers across the wolf’s belly and up to his shoulders. “It’s real, Lupy,” Snackers replied harmoniously as he wrapped his fingers tighter around the wolf. “Just enjoy the ride, sweet wolf.”
Snackers needed twenty minutes to complete the hiking trail at their leisurely walking pace. Twenty minutes of Snackers’ rhythmic thooms that had lulled Lupus into a dreamy state inside the pink fabric pocket. The arctic wolf’s initial surprise at his unusual perch had melted away, replaced by a desire to grasp his friend’s giant finger like a pillow. Although the nylon shorts pushed him into Snackers’ thigh mid-step, it felt reassuring, and the occasional glimpses of greenery and sunlight through the opening added to the tranquil ambiance.
The mix of sensations - the firm and soft touch of Snackers’ thigh, the gentle breeze, the sound of leaves rustling, and the distant voices of his friends above amazed lupus. His breathing was in tune with the giant raccoon’s footsteps as he settled into the nylon cave south of Snackers’ waist.
Snackers’ pace decreased as the trail became more difficult to traverse because of the steep descent. Each cautious step sent a new, stronger vibration up his leg to jostle Lupus, rocking him further. The scattered patches of elderflowers and boulders soon reverted to the dense canopy of the wilderness.
As he headed further down the trail. As the raccoon journeyed through the rough landscape, his eyes shone emerald in the sunlight. He thought of Rayne and Deko, who perched on his head.
In a hushed tone, Snackers whispered to Deko and Rayne, making sure Lupus couldn’t hear his voice. “Hey, you two. Do you guys know what Lupy put on his checklist?”
“No idea.” Deko shifted, glancing over to Rayne, who was already tapping a claw against his chin. “Any ideas, Rayne?”
The wolf-shepherd shook his head. “No, sorry,” he replied.
“Nothing at all?” Snackers pressed, his whiskers twitching with curiosity.
Snackers’ pocket stirred as Lupus, concealed within, sensed the sudden movement. He blinked, disoriented and confused, the muffled voices from outside piercing through the fabric.
“Rayne, any idea what he wanted to do with a giant? You spent hours driving with Lupus.” Deko asked.
Lupus’ ears perked up at the word ‘notepad’. He attempted to squirm beneath Snackers’ hand and strained to catch more of the conversation.
Rayne pulled up his chequered flannel sleeves, sighing as he revealed he did not know the notepad was with him until ten minutes before.
The wolf’s stomach knotted. His notebook and checklist, which he had worked hard to keep hidden, were the subject of their conversation. Why were they so interested?
“Lupus and I were just talking about our trip plans—”
“Like?” Snackers pressed again.
Lupus detected the determination and strong conviction in Snacker’s voice. He felt his throat constrict as he became aware of his friend’s skepticism. When Lupus discovered that his friend was talking about his secret, his ears drooped and his tail tucked between his legs.
Rayne moved around on the raccoon’s forehead, messing up the smooth blue fur. “The main thing he brought up was stargazing. Aside from that, the rest was just general stuff—recommendations for attractions and local restaurants. Nothing like this.”
“Not a thing?” Deko raised an eyebrow in response.
“Nope, nothing at all. We tried stargazing last night, and Lupus was excited until the clouds showed up.”
“But it’s not just about stargazing, right?” Snackers said, raising a hand to scratch a claw tip behind his ear near Rayne’s thigh. “He wanted to watch the sunset, ride in my pocket, and sleep on my belly—”
Rayne interrupted, glancing at Deko, who appeared deep in thought. “Let’s start there, okay, big guy?” He insisted with a firm pat on the raccoon’s ear.
“Start where?” Snackers asked, looking in Rayne’s direction.
“Tonight, we will enjoy the sunset and stars while Lupy sleeps on your stomach. Does that sound good?”
Deko nodded as Rayne walked through their plan. “It makes sense. If he has a checklist of desires or plans with you, Snaccy, I hope he lets something slip.”
“I just wanna spoil him,” Snackers exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement and a joyful twinkle in his emerald eyes.
Rayne reassured the raccoon, “I promise we will.”
While Lupus listened, Snackers’ fingers wrapped around him, pulling him nearer to their thigh. Did Snackers know he was listening? Was their conversation a secret?
The raccoon’s grip provided comforting warmth, but inside him, anxiety churned. He knew his friends were planning something, but being in the spotlight weighed on his heart. Whatever happened next, he would face it in the comfort of his friends from across the pond.
The following sona's featured include:
Snackers - belongs to
SnackersDeko - belongs to
DekoRayne - belongs to
RayneDisclosure:
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.
Let me know what you think in the comments!
Category Story / Macro / Micro
Species Raccoon
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This story is so awesome, it makes me giddy. Like, happy and excited, the kind of emotion that makes me want to curl my hands into fists and bump them together as I smile through gritted teeth, while I stare at the words intensely, eager to read on (I literally did this reading ch4 and in other chapters too).
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such a beautiful chapter
this novel keeps giving warmth to my heart!!!
"To shift the conversation from the truck, the raccoon imitated a Petritan handclap by clapping his fingers together"
and this is such an adorable details!! you have really thought about these lil thingies which is butifle!!
i want to kisssssss all of the characters
*kisses you because you're one of the characters*
such a beautiful chapter
this novel keeps giving warmth to my heart!!!
"To shift the conversation from the truck, the raccoon imitated a Petritan handclap by clapping his fingers together"
and this is such an adorable details!! you have really thought about these lil thingies which is butifle!!
i want to kisssssss all of the characters
*kisses you because you're one of the characters*
The truth is out the list is revealed, but will the contents of said list stay a mystery, only time will tell. I could really feel the tension when reading that confession. So brave of Lupus to get it all out in the open else how would he expect to get most of it completed.
Half way through the epic tale and still going strong~
Half way through the epic tale and still going strong~
Again a really great chapter!
But I was wondering... How did the names "Petritan" and "Vastelarian" come to be?
Was wondering that for some time now, as I assumed it may be Latin or perhaps old Greek, but couldn't find anything there.
Still, great work and really liked the hiking trip they all went on!
But I was wondering... How did the names "Petritan" and "Vastelarian" come to be?
Was wondering that for some time now, as I assumed it may be Latin or perhaps old Greek, but couldn't find anything there.
Still, great work and really liked the hiking trip they all went on!
Firstly thank you so much for the sweet comment. It's so heartwarming to see people follow the story weekly.
Regarding the names, they come from the following:
- Vastelerian - Vast. That's pretty much it.
- Petritan - Petri dish and petite was the inspiration.
-Ascendant - combines the words ascending and descendant.
Regarding the names, they come from the following:
- Vastelerian - Vast. That's pretty much it.
- Petritan - Petri dish and petite was the inspiration.
-Ascendant - combines the words ascending and descendant.
This...this THIS! It's sooooooo well written. Absolutely had a great time reading this, and it kept me engaged through the entire read. Every bit i wanted more, and it kept going, i loved this piece so much!
Not to mention, the emotion and all of that is soooooo good.
Incredible job man, incredible! Giant Collie approved!
Not to mention, the emotion and all of that is soooooo good.
Incredible job man, incredible! Giant Collie approved!
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