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Arrd hiked along the river, his thumbs hooked under the straps of his heavy pack. Bright sunlight bathed the young coyote's gray and tan fur in unseasonable warmth. The quiet peacefulness of the open land was a welcome respite after spending all morning working in the noisy marketplace. After he'd made a few coins off his feline neighbors, he decided he'd worked enough for one day. Now he ready to wash the dust and grime out of his fur.

Humming to himself as he walked, Arrd scanned the riverbank. The river he followed cut a snaking path through hilly plains and thick forest. Arrd sought a place deep enough to swim in but isolated enough so he wouldn't be bothered. Not that he minded stripping off and bathing with the other village males in the more popular bathing pools. He just didn't feel like getting hassled by the other coyotes about being an obnoxious brat again.

Or a scrawny runt with a cocky attitude and a big mouth.

That part was true, but that didn't mean he'd let the others tease him without standing up for himself. Besides, it seemed like every time a bunch of young male coyotes started roughhousing in the bathing pools, someone took a knee in the puppy makers. Arrd laughed and pinned his ears back. At least it wasn't him rolling around on the riverbank last time. Granted it _had_been his knee, but hey, he'd told Totha to stop playing Dunk the Runt.

As Arrd walked, his humming became off-key, off-time singing. "Should be at work, but I got bored. But that is okay...because I made some coins." The young coyote giggled to himself. He took a few bounding leaps. Tools and stones rattled inside his pack. "Sold stuff to felines, charged too much money. Made extra coin, now skippin' out on work, be-cause Arrd is great." He thrust a first in the air. "Yeah!"

Arrd grinned. He was great. It wasn't his fault if no one agreed with him. He wasn't annoying, he was exuberant. Arrd liked that word, even if he'd just learned it. And he wasn't cocky, he was confident. Yeah. Confident.

"Confident because Arrd's great," he said, glancing up at a black bird wheeling in the sky. "Right, raven?" The raven cawed at him, and Arrd flicked his bushy tail. "Damn right."

The lean young coyote ascended a grassy rise along the riverbank. At the peak he unhooked the water skin from his pack. He pulled the stopper and poured the cool water into his slender gray muzzle. He licked away a few droplets and surveyed the river, spotting a wide bend a little ways off. The grassy shoreline led to an exposed sandbar bordering a deep pool. Arrd perked his tan-furred ears. That looked perfect. He took another drink, then returned his canteen to his pack, and started down the other side of the hill.

It didn't take Arrd long to reach the river bend. The bank there had a gentle slope leading to a flat area of grass and soft moss along the shoreline. A curved sandbar extending halfway out into the river made for a small beach, and kept the deeper pool protected from eddies and currents. A few sets of animal tracks and old coyote footprints marked the sand, but it didn't look as if anyone else had been here in a while.

Arrd shrugged his heavy leather pack off, and set it down on the moss. Freed of his burden, the young coyote stretched his tan-furred arms up over his head, yawning. He was already glad he'd given himself a half day off. Why waste a beautiful afternoon hawking goods to stuffy, uptight felines in the marketplace? He'd much rather be out hiking around the woods and the river and enjoying the sunshine on his bare fur.

Besides, he'd done his job. He'd sold his trinkets to at least three felines, and he'd convinced them all to pay double so he still made enough coins to buy the supplies he'd promised his mother. It wasn't his fault he was so good at his job he could skip most of the day. And now he had a whole bathing pool to himself. He could spend his time relaxing in the sun, or swimming, or working on his carvings, or polishing his tools, or...

Heh. Arrd smirked. Polishing his tool.

Arrd undid the small wooden buttons of his blue-dyed vest, and stripped it off. The sunlight warmed his soft fur. Arrd gave a happy sigh as he folded up the vest and set it near his pack. His mother made his clothes, and as cross as she'd been about having to add the latest patch, he knew he'd best take care of them.

The coyote glanced down at his boots. Half-untied, as usual. Maybe he could just kick them off. He swung his foot in the air, but the leather boot clung stubbornly to him. He kicked the air again, and the boot loosened but did not come off. Arrd growled. The harder his footwear fought to remain in place, the more determined he was to dislodge it with a kick. Arrd shook his foot a few times, hopping in place. Then he took a running start and lashed his foot forward as hard as he could. His muddy boot flew off his foot, tumbled through the air, and splashed right in the middle of the river, sinking.

"Oops."

Arrd pinned his ears and grumbled. Now he'd have to rescue it, or buy a new boot. Normally he'd just go barefoot like half the other coyotes, but he had to look the part when he went to sell his wares in the feline village's market. Given the emphasis the felines seemed to put on being nicely dressed, it wouldn't do him much good to tromp around their marketplace barefoot and wearing nothing but dirty buckskin breeches.

The young coyote glanced at his other boot. Maybe he could get it all the way across the river. Arrd pinned his ears. He'd better not. He was already pressing his luck hoping he could get the first one back. He lifted his foot, grabbed at his boot, hopped back and forth, then tripped and flopped onto his hands and knees. He grunted, and pushed himself back to his feet, then stomped his booted foot in frustration.

When Arrd lifted his foot again, he realized he'd just stomped on his vest and left a large, muddy boot print on it. "Aww, shit." He blinked, looked around, and smiled when he remembered there was no one nearby to hear him curse. "Shit shit shit! Shit balls fuck! Hah!"

Arrd giggled to himself. "Yeah, Arrd, you're a real rebel."

He cocked his leg again, bending forward to grasp his stubborn boot in both hands. He yanked on it a few times to no available. He loosened the laces even more, and then with a snarl of effort tried to wrench it off his foot. This time it came free so easily the effort of heaving it off his foot sent it flying in one direction and Arrd stumbling in the other. His boot landed well down the shoreline, and Arrd toppled backwards onto his rump, landing on his tail.

"ARRP!" The coyote yelped in pain, rolling over to free his poor tail, then sprawled out on his back, panting. "Next time...I'mma just gonna...sit down to take them off."

When the ache in his tail faded, Arrd lifted his head to glance down at his pants. He wore breeches of black leather, sewn for him by his mother just like his vest. Lately though, they were a little tight. He'd have to get a larger pair soon if he kept growing. Arrd grit his teeth. He'd _better_keep growing, he thought. He was tired of being seen as a runt.

Not that Arrd agreed. As far as was concerned, he wasn't scrawny, he was lean. Yes, he liked the sound of that. Scrawny made him sound like a wimp. Lean made him sound elegant, graceful. Like just now, when he elegantly launched his boot into the river and gracefully fell on his butt.

Maybe he should just remove his pants while he was lying down before he really injured himself. Arrd undid the button and brown laces at the front of his breeches, then tugged them open. The end of the young coyote's gray furred sheath peered back at him from within. Arrd grinned and ruffled his sheath fur with a single finger. In response, his red tip almost immediately poked out.

"Heh heh, hey buddy. Don't worry, I'll take care of you soon."

The coyote lifted his hips off the mossy shore, and tugged his breeches down bit by bit. The rest of his pale gray-furred sheath was soon revealed. Another tug, and the coyote's testicles flopped into view; gray, furry walnuts resting over the hem of his black breeches. Arrd ran a few fingers across them, shivering. His fuzzy scrotum tightened a little, outlining the plump canine grapes.

"Hey boys, nice to see you again." Arrd licked his nose, laughing. Gods, he was weird sometimes.

With a little wriggling and a few grunts of effort, Arrd squirmed out of his breeches. Once he was naked, he looked himself over. Ashen-gray fur covered most of the front side of his body, over his chest and belly, and down across his sheath and balls. The same gray color also splashed his thighs, while tan fur coated his limbs. Darker tans ran all the way down his back, from his ears on down over his rump and across his tail. Deeper browns and black were speckled in all along his spine and across the top of his bushy tail.

Arrd smiled to himself, his tail wagging against the shoreline's grass and moss. Yeah, he was a handsome young coyote alright, he was sure of it. Surely any day now, the females would be all over him. That would be nice. Usually when it came to females, all he heard was, "Ew Arrd, quit being a perv!" Or "Gods, Arrd, you're such a brat!" And recently, "If I catch you trying to peek at us bathing again, I'm gonna kick your nuts into your throat!"

That last one made the coyote wince. He reached down, and gave his furry canine nuts a little rub. That would hurt. He scrunched his muzzle, wondering if it was actually possible for them to end up in his throat. Arrd gently pushed at a testicle, trying to see if it would go inside him. Surely, it would just come right back out if it did, right? And they couldn't travel that far...could they? Nah, that was impossible, it was just a female trick.

Not that Arrd wanted to let that female try it out. Still...He licked his muzzle. It would almost be worth it if it meant he got to see females naked. Huh. Maybe they could work out a trade. Arrd yipped laughter, shaking his head. Yeah, that'd go over real well.

"Hello, ladies..." Arrd rolled over onto his hands and knees, talking to himself as he crawled to his pack. "I've got a deal for you! I'll let one of you kick me in the nuts if I get to watch you all get naked and bathe each other. Deal?" He reached his pack, a large leather satchel, and undid the buckles. "They don't really bathe each other, though...do they? Oh, Gods, what if they do? That might be worth it."

The young coyote's testicles protested with a moment of faint aching. At the same time, his sheath tingled, his tapered tip poking free again. Naked, giggling females rubbing each other's soft, furry bodies filled his mind. Arrd shivered, glancing under his belly. A few inches of red flesh peered back at him, his balls hanging beyond it. He reached beneath himself to give his jewels a soothing rub.

"Sorry boys, but I think you've been outvoted. You'll have to take one for Team Arrd. Don't worry, though, not like the females would ever agree." He let his balls go, and trailed his fingers up over his retracting sheath, then danced his pads across exposed skin. The feeling made him shiver and suck in a breath. "We'll just sneak over there and watch them from the bushes, yeah, that's what we'll do. Then we'll get to see naked females and avoid getting kicked. Good plan, Arrd!"

Arrd returned his attention to his pack, opened it up and dug through it. Where had he put that soap? And for that matter, why was he calling himself 'we'? Just who the hell was we_, anyway?_ Arrd licked his nose, grinning. "Me, my boner, and my balls, that's who."

Arrd shook his head, smirking. Yup, he was one weird 'yote. That was alright. He liked being weird. It was fun. Who cares if everyone else thought he was annoying? That was their problem, not his.

To his dismay, Arrd realized his soap was at the very bottom of his pack. One day he'd have to learn to pack his belongings up with some forethought instead of just haphazardly throwing everything in. Arrd settled onto his bare furry butt in the grass, and pulled his pack around between his legs. It brushed his half-unsheathed member, bumped his balls, and made him shiver. Oooh, maybe he could...

"No." Arrd growled to himself. "You're not humping your damn pack, Arrd."

Chuckling, Arrd pulled things out of his satchel and set them aside. He removed pouches of blue stones and silver metal, and bags filled with charms and emblems he'd carved from bone and antler. He took out his various sets of tools, chisels, knives, hammers, and other items used for carving and whittling. Arrd paused to admire one of his latest works, a set of elegant runes he'd carefully engraved into a rounded piece of polished turquoise.

Arrd enjoyed carving just about anything with various levels of success. He cut designs into colorful stones. He turned bits of bone and horn into elegant runes and pendants, or charms to be woven into fur. Lately he'd taken to making a good bit of coin for his family by selling some of his work to the felines. Sometimes he went with his father and sold more valuable pieces of jewelry that the older coyote crafted.

Arrd was slowly learning metalworking from his father, but his heart was always in carving. He pulled out a large, oval shaped stone he planned to carve into the head of a dragon. Granted, he knew his first serious sculpture wasn't likely to come out that well. He'd cherish it just the same when it was done.

He set the heavy stone aside and dug through the rest of his bag. At the very bottom he found the chunk of soap he'd been looking for, made from lard and ash, scented with herbs and fruit rind. He put the soap on the grass, and jammed all of his belongings back into his backpack. Once everything was stowed away again, he fetched his soap and walked to the edge of the river.

The slender young coyote dipped a single foot into the water. It was cool, but not unpleasantly so. He waded out into the river, water sloshing and rippling around him. When he waded deep enough for the water to reach his balls, Arrd shivered and sucked in a breath. His fur fluffed out. Okay, _now_it was cold. At least it wasn't as cold as it would be when winter came. Then bathing would have him thanking the gods for winter coats of fur, sunshine, and fire.

Arrd grit his teeth. May as well just go for it. He wasn't gonna find that boot by wading, after all. Arrd dunked himself completely under the water, holding his breath while his body acclimated. He glanced around in the clear water, eyes stinging just a little. The bottom sloped off towards the middle of the river, and the outline of something boot-shaped taunted him at the edge of his vision.

Arrd popped back up, sputtering. Cold water ran down his face, slicked his sodden fur against his body. He wiped his eyes, panting. Arrd trudged back towards the shore till the water only reached his knees. He glanced down at himself. Now that he was soaking wet, even the young coyote had to admit he looked awfully scrawny. The coyote snorted, and fetched his soap.

Starting at his head and moving down, Arrd rubbed the soap into his fur, lathering up. He worked the soap into his chest and belly, and as much of his back as he could. He got his arms soaped up one at a time, then curled his tail around to work it between both hands. As wet as it was, his tail looked a bit like a drowned animal. At least the soap would ensure it retained its usual magnificent bushiness. He ran the bar of soap across his sheath and over his balls...and then did that a few more times, whimpering in delight before he moved on. Soon his entire body was coated in lather. Arrd tossed the soap in the general vicinity of his backpack, and waded back out to the deeper water.

Time to fetch that boot.

Arrd took a deep breaths, and let them out slow to ready himself for a deep dive. He wasn't the best swimmer in the tribe, but he could hold his own against most of the other coyotes, at least. It wasn't as if this was the first time he'd had to fetch something he lost in the river. He sloshed deeper, and let the lazy current rinse the soap from his fur. Foamy swirls drifted away from him. He took one more deep breath, and then plunged beneath the surface.

The coyote kicked and splashed his tan-furred feet, propelling himself down. He worked his arms against it as if pulling himself along, reaching for the sandy bottom.Arrd grabbed at rocks wedged into the silt, then an old log that straddled the submerged banks along the deepest part of the river. Tiny fish swirled around it, then darted away as a fat silver fish emerged from a hole in the log.

Just beyond his makeshift handhold, Arrd's boot sat upright upon the murky bottom. Arrd released the log, and swam towards it, his lungs burning. The coyote snatched up his boot by the half-tied laces, and made for the surface. The canine's head was just starting to spin when he broke free, and he took a long, wheezing gasp of fresh air before he paddled to the shoreline. He waded up over the sand and onto the mossy shore beyond it, well downstream from his pack. As he panted and walked back to his belongings, he picked up his other boot.

When Arrd reached his backpack, he tossed his boots down and flopped onto the soft moss, still catching his breath. For a few minutes he stared up at the sky, wondering what to do with the rest of his day. He couldn't head home just yet, or everyone else might realize he'd cut off work a little early. Maybe he'd just laze around out here in the sun. Or he could do some carving. Or he could... Aard lifted his head, glancing down at himself. His mating tool had retreated thanks to the cool water, but it had certainly seemed eager for attention not long ago. Maybe he could...what had he said earlier, polish his chisel?

"Yeah, I should polish my chisel. Hah!" Arrd blinked and splayed his ears. "Wait, chisel? No, that's not right. It's not all flat at one end... That sounds more like something a feline would have."

Arrd giggled to himself, running a hand down his belly fur. It was drying quickly in the sun and starting to fluff up. He danced his fingers further down his body till they met his sheath. The coyote cupped the silken-furred tube in his palm, savoring his own warmth. He squeezed himself and felt the organ hidden within stir and swell.

"Come on out, buddy, we've got work to do." Arrd blinked, and flinked an ear back. "Gods you're lame sometimes, Arrd."

The coyote rubbed his sheath with his palm, then teased his finger pads across it as his crimson tip peeked out. Arrd ruffled his sheath's fur, coaxing out more red flesh. He arched his back, lifting his hips and reached down to grasp his gray-furred balls. The coyote rolled his furry jewels around in his hand, then gently isolated one against the fuzzy pouch to examine himself. The coyote's left testicle looked like an oval walnut pressed against the ashen-furred skin. He traced a single finger around the plump canine gland, first smoothing down the fur then ruffling it up again.

All the while, the coyote's erection gradually revealed itself. Arrd tilted his head, staring down at his own canine member. It was tapered nearly to a point, dark red, and quite smooth. For now it was only a little swollen around its base where his knot remained uninflated. With his other hand, Arrd trailed a single finger from his tip down to his furry scrotum.

"Five inches of coyote fury!" Arrd laughed, then blinked and raised his voice even though no one was around. "I mean, six inches! Six and a half..." He licked his muzzle, then splayed his ears and thumped his tail against the mossy bank. "Coyotes are hardly the largest species on the plains. It's plenty big, right Arrd? Right!"

Arrd shifted himself, switching hands. He played with his balls in his left hand, rolling and massaging the canine eggs. With his right hand, he gasped his rigid spear, and gave it a tentative stroke. The coyote moaned, eyes rolling, and his tentative stroke became a firm rub. He shivered in delight, and his firm rub became furious pumping.

Warm pleasure rolled through Arrd in quickly rising waves. He'd gotten good at bringing himself off swiftly and quietly, though truth be told it had never taken him long. But he was used to pleasuring himself at home, in bed, where he had little time and neighbors in nearby rooms. He clamped his jaws to keep from crying out, jerking himself harder, faster. His balls bounced in his other paw, and his body tensed as he neared his release.

Arrd stopped. Wait, what the hell was he doing? He wasn't at home, and there wasn't a soul around to hear him, let alone catch him in the act. Why should he hurry through it just to get off when he could finally take his time for once? That so rarely happened, he may as well savor the moment and have fun with it. Okay, so he always had fun with it, but now he could have a lot more fun.

The coyote released his member, and propped himself up on his elbows. He stared down at his erection. It seemed to glare back at him, as if angry about being ignored. The red organ pulsed faintly with the beat of the coyote's heart, dribbling a hint of clear fluid against his belly fur. He'd have to bathe again when he was done, but that was always worth it.

For a few moments, the coyote waited for his body to come back from the edge. While he relaxed, he slipped a hand back down, toying with his canine balls. They were a little looser now, their fur nearly dry. He rolled one back and forth between thumb and finger, shivering. Then he moved his hand up, and twined that same thumb and finger around the middle of his maleness. It was still completely rigid.

"Not going away till I give you a good reason, huh?" Arrd smirked, and stroked his circled fingers down his length, whimpering his delight. "Uuhhhnnnn!"

Arrd worked his finger up and down his canine cock in slow, smooth motions, resisting the urge to just grab it and stroke himself into oblivion as usual. The pleasure built more slowly than he was used too, but it was nice to tease himself. He lifted his hips, gently thrusting through the little ring he'd made. His fuzzy balls bobbled. He moaned with each little thrust, tongue lolling from his muzzle.

Getting another idea, Arrd grasped his bare flesh in both hands, relishing the soft warmth of his palm pads against such sensitive skin. Then, rather than stroke it, he rolled his cock back and forth between his hands as if rolling out dough. That brought a whole new sort of wonderful sensation that left the young coyote shivering, his fur all bristling up in delight.

"Ooooh that's niiiiiice!" Arrd's voice shuddered as he worked his mating organ faster between his palms. "Uuurrrhhhhh!"

He was going to have to make time to really play with himself more often. Seemed there were all sorts of fun ways beyond just a quick jerkoff. He hoisted his rump and tail off the mossy ground, pressing further into his hands till it was his knot he was rolling back and forth. That made his whole body tense, pleasure spiking in a hurry. Preseed dribbling to his belly fur. Ooh, that was gonna make him shoot if he wasn't careful.

Arrd eased back down, not quite ready to finish himself off yet. He licked his muzzle, wondering what else he could try. It was a shame he hadn't brought anything extra soft he could hump. A few times at home, when it was already the day to wash his bedding, he'd gathered up a sheet or a pillow under belly, and finished off by thrusting into it. Arrd smiled at the memories, then flicked an ear back. Well, he'd wanted to stay quiet at the time, so there'd been more rubbing against it than thrusting, but the concept was the same. Along with burying his muzzle in the rest of his pillows to keep quiet as he knotted his own sheets.

"Knotted your own sheets." Arrd shook his head, laughing at himself. "Yeah, you're a real smooth player, Arrd."

Arrd glanced around. His gaze lingered on his pack. It felt nice when it brushed him earlier, but he wasn't sure how well leather would wash out. And his clothes...well, he just didn't think he wanted to go so far as to hump his own shirt. He ran his hand against the moss beneath him. Nice and soft, but a little too tickly.

He lifted his paw, glancing at his pads. Those were nice and soft. Maybe he could...

The coyote sat up, then rolled over onto his hands and knees. He glanced beneath himself. His red tool jutted under his belly, furred canine balls hung a bit loose behind it. Arrd growled at himself through his teeth. He kind of liked seeing himself in that position. It made him feel primal, like one of their ancestors, or the great dragons and gryphons from the far hills.

He lifted a hand and grasped his member, then gave himself a few exploratory strokes. They felt heavenly, and his sensitivity was heightened enough warn him he was close to release. He stroked faster and thrust his hips. His furry balls bounced against his hand. Oooh, he liked that. He could almost imagine they were bouncing off some eager female moaning for more.

Arrd lowered his head, and humped his hand. His groans turned into snarls as his pleasure grew, his sharp fangs bared. He thrust steadily into his own grip, tan furred butt bobbling, bushy tail swaying. His silken-furred canine balls thumped against the side of his palm in steady, repetitive rhythm. Arrd's tongue hung from his muzzle. Little spurts of pre lubricated his grasp. Soon the coyote's tapered cock was gliding through his hand again and again, perfectly smooth and slick. In his mind, it was a perfect fit as he thrust away into that cute female he sometimes spotted near the bathing pools. He'd seen her butt, once, as she bent over, pulling down her...her...

"NNRRRAAAAAAHH!" Arrd snarled his ecstasy as he came in his paw. His furry balls tightened, his member jumped, and his knot swelled. "I'm cuuuummmming!"

As orgasm rocked the young coyote, he thrust his hips and pumped his paw in equally frantic measure. The constant friction across his spasming length drove his bliss to unheralded heights. It rarely felt this good before. The swift motions kept the coyote's hand bumping against his tightened balls, adding to his stimulation.

A little shot of coyote seed burst forth from his tapered tip, staining the mossy ground. A heartbeat later another, much larger eruption of whitish liquid followed, arcing far enough for some of it to splatter the coyote's chest fur with wet heat. For several delightful seconds, another surge of warm heaven accompanied each ensuring spurt of canine cream. Some of it hit the moss and some of it matted his fur until at last Arrd was down to only dribbles running across his fingers. His knot, now fully swollen, bulged at the base of his shaft, keeping him from retreating back into his sheath.

Panting, the coyote flopped over to sprawl out on the mossy bank. As he sought to catch his breath, he closed his eyes, feeling ever so relaxed. Oh, Gods, he thought. That was just about the best one he'd ever had. And now he could just lay here and-

"HAH!"

A loud bark of laughter echoed across the river. Arrd's eyes flew open. His heart froze, and ice filled his veins. Totha and some of the other young males from the tribe stood on the far bank, staring down at him. Aw, crap.

"Look, Arrd was jackin' it on the river bank! What a perv!"

"Ahahaha, check it out, the brat's all knotted now!"

"Hey, you knotted runt, stay there. I still owe you a knee in the nuts for the other day!"

"Ah, sorry, can't hear you!" Arrd rolled to his feet, humiliation burning hot inside his ears and under his fur. Gods, of all the times to get caught. He grabbed for his clothes and tried to pull his vest over his messy fur. "I'm late, for...ah...work!"

"Where ya think you're going, runt? Come on, let's get him!"

Gritting his teeth, Arrd snatched up his pack and threw it over his shoulder. No time to get dressed now, if he wanted to avoid Totha's vengeance. And he did. He took off running down the shoreline, his knotted member bouncing around before him. Wasn't going to go down for a little while but he couldn't stick around and wait.

"Gotta go! See you sheath-licks later!"

Arrd clambered up the bank, glanced around to make sure there was no one else to see him running around naked and knotted, and then trotted away, laughing. Despite the fact that was probably the single most embarrassing moment of his life, he couldn't help feeling like he'd gotten away with a victory. After all, he'd escaped the wrath of the other males yet again.

"And why's that?" He took a deep breath, calling back to the others. "Be-cause Arrd is great, yeah!"

And then Arrd realized he'd forgotten his boots.

And his pants.

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