The boys in Marty’s cabin were all starting to move around after Marty’s unexpected outburst earlier, and the coyote boy in the upper bunk looked at him oddly and hopped down. Somehow, the name ‘Oliver’ bubbled up to the surface of Marty’s memories, then he corrected himself, knowing that the coyote preferred ‘Ollie’.
“Dude, are you okay? I was just kidding before… did you have some kind of weird nightmare?” he asked, leaning in close and gently grabbing one of Marty’s ears in one of his paws. “No fever… But, if you’re not feeling okay, maybe you should go to the nurse’s office.”
Marty blushed as the overly-touchy young teen fondled his ears, sputtering out, “I-I’m fine, I think… J-just had a weird dream…” Part of him wanted to scream out ‘No, I’m not fine, I’m a fucking rabbit!’, but he just couldn’t find the words as he looked into the coyote’s deep, amber eyes and admired his wavy silvery-blond hair, feeling butterflies fluttering around in his stomach the longer he stared at the slim young coyote teen.
Suddenly, they both heard two men talking outside, with one of the voices getting closer.
“Just gonna see how my little brother’s doing! Meet you at breakfast!” Marty recognized the voice of his older brother George, and the face of his buff bunny big bro wiggled its way into the front of his mind.
“Your little bro? Which one? One of the twins, the triplets, the grump, or the cute one? I’m serious, you’ve got too many siblings to keep track of, George!” the other voice said with a cackling, monkeyish laugh that seemed oddly familiar to Marty.
“The cute one. And you’d better learn all their names before I bring you home to mom and dad!” George retorted, then the door opened up and he walked inside.
“Pee-yew! Smells like a barn in here!” George said good-naturedly as he stood by the front door. Marty’s sharp ears picked up another boy, a weasel, muttering something that sounded like, “Better than smelling like a monkey’s dick,” making some of the older boys around him chuckle. Marty felt himself getting irritated at the comment, and almost spoke up on behalf of the older teen despite only seeing George for the first time just now.
George heard it as well, but camp rules kept him from getting too creative with his comebacks, so he let it slide. He knew it was best to let boys be boys at this age. “Okay you little scamps. Get to the showers, and no whining!” George said firmly, and the boys grumbled and grabbed their towels before starting to head over to the shower building next door.
“Good morning, little bro! Looks like you and Ollie are up and at ‘em already,” George said with a smirk as he walked over, helping Marty up from the bed and giving him a friendly hug. Marty discovered he was tall for his age, coming up almost to George’s shoulders.
“Quit it! You’re embarrassing me, George,” Marty muttered, wiggling free from the taller rabbit’s hug, feeling a little uncomfortable getting hugged by the muscular stranger... However, he mostly thought it was the lamest thing ever to get a hug from his brother, especially in front of Ollie. He huffed and wandered over to the cabin mirror, giving him the first good look at his whole body.
The young teen rabbit stood there in just his boxers, with creamy fur speckled with brown spots and big blue eyes. Despite his young age, he was surprisingly muscular, with the leanly muscled arms, legs, and chest of a budding soccer star. He ran a hand through his hair, which was trimmed just slightly longer than the rest of his fur and dyed a sandy brown to set it apart from the rest of his fur. A part of his mind told him this body couldn’t possibly be his own, but the longer he looked at himself the more he felt… proud of such a handsome, strong, and downright cute body. He found himself posing a bit in the mirror to check himself out, with Ollie watching out of the corner of his eye.
George just laughed and headed toward the door. “Well, enjoy yourself today, little bro. I’ll see you around. Later, Ollie!” he said as he headed outside to meet up with Todd before starting another day of work. Even though he knew he was just meeting this little brother of his for the first time, it felt nice to play the cool big brother to help himself settle into the new life he had chosen.
Marty sighed, then noticed a small slip of paper stuck into the waistband of his boxers, and he figured that George must have slipped it there while hugging him earlier. Marty suspiciously opened it up, then read, “Grayson and Liam are too busy watching each other at aquatics to keep an eye on all the campers at once. If you and Ollie need a little time to yourselves, you could sneak off. Burn this message before Alex sees it.”
Marty blushed and rolled his eyes at the older bunny’s dumb joke, but for some reason the idea sounded a little enticing… Even though a voice in the back of his head was screaming that everything about this situation was bizarre, impossible, and unbelievable, there was another nagging whisper as well that told him to just go with it and see what happened next…