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I was shuffling through my belongings as I was waiting for my luggage at the airport, ensuring that my little bag I kept with me during the flight had everything I needed; a video camera, tablet, a notebook in order to take... well... notes, and... Wait? Where is my voice recorder? Damn it. It must be in the suitcase. Earlier today, I was trying to practice for my introductions and looking back at the recordings on the plane. Well... take a look.

The tablet screen turned on and the recording of a grey male mouse, wearing round glasses, and having white short hair was shown with him sitting in a plane passenger chair beside the window. He was tapping at the camera that was recording him, causing the visuals to distort as he looked it over, bringing it uncomfortably close to his face.

That's me. Muse Flick.

The mouse continued to look over the camera, stating things such as "Is this on?" or "How do I use this?" while messing with the device. The recording suddenly stopped and showed Muse now looking at the camera from a bit more distance, enough to capture his whole head in the shot. He'd shutter out his words as he began to speak, "He-ll-o, I'm M-M-Muse Flick! I'm here to," He'd stop and shook his head, "no, no that's awful."

The screen cut off again and showed Muse again, this time with a large boar passenger sitting beside him, snoring loudly and leaning into his space. He tried to speak, but his words were being drowned by the loud gurgling of his sleeping neighbor with. "Greetings, I'm M-use Fl-ick an-" Before he could continue, the boar's body would shift and soon be laying right against the smaller male, pushing him right against the window of the plane. A few seconds went by of him desperately trying to shut off the camera before finally it ended there.

Yeah, that wasn't pretty.

So why am I recording introductions of myself on a plane you might be wondering? Well there is a pretty simple explanation for that. You see, I am a history student and looking to get into the history field one way or another. I'm a fanatic lover of all things historical and always have held a deep desire to learn. Recently I was offered a chance to apply for an internship at a prestigious University under some of the best historical researchers of the modern age! Of course I took it up in a heartbeat but the more I learned about what was needed for you to be considered, the more I realized how hard it would be.

With my grades and essays I've done about various historical topics, I would have a fair shot at getting the position, but there is one additional requirement that they would like from you: A self-made documentary. Normally this wouldn't be an issue as some former interns spoke about getting in just by creating pieces off their home town's history. Yet, for me, there are some pretty serious problems.

One, I'm terribly awkward around cameras. Even when they weren't focused on me they always made me anxious. I've never had a good photo in my whole life. Two, I can't use cameras to save my life. Again, they freak me out, and I hate the idea of recording people or taking pictures of others. I'm always afraid that someone will get mad at me for catching them in a shot or something absurd like that.

So, I'm stuck in a situation where both the things I hate AND I am worst at are now part of the requirements for me to get a position I've wanted my whole life. So, why the plane? Why am I traveling if I need to do the documentary? Well seeing that my documentary will be visually horrible due to my anxiety, the least I could do is cover someplace interesting. Plus, I could use a vacation! I rarely travel despite being fascinated with world history. This may be my last chance to have any fun if I do get that internship. So, for the summer, I'm traveling to a place rarely talked about on the modern world stage. The small nation of Yotelund.

Just then I noticed that my luggage was passing along the conveyor belt so I ran up to grab it. Unlike cameras I don't feel like I'm being stared at when recorders are around me or that I'm invading people's personal space when I use it. So with the recorder in hand, I walked outside of the airport and along the road that lead down the parking lot. Onward, past the lot, lied a city similar to that of the big cities of New York with large industrial skyscrapers and glass buildings that reflect the sky. When we were landing I didn't get a great view of the city, but someone who came from a small town like me... couldn't help but to admire the marvel of engineering that was the city.

"These are my first steps outside the airport. I'm currently at Yotelund's capital of Coy." I said to myself as I began down a sidewalk that led to the cab service. "Yotelund is a country located on the Baltic sea, bordering between Germany and Russia, and is one of the happiest places to live on the planet if you believe polling." As I continued to rant on about statistics and things only history nerds like me cared about; I found that the cab service was currently stalled with the wait time taking about two hours. So, with nothing else to do, I decided to walk across the parking lot where a small line of shops selling all sorts of silly tourist memorabilia was set up.

Yet, before I could reach the shops, a loud car horn suddenly shrieked into my ears, causing me drop my recorder! I squeaked loudly, as manly as I could mind you, and I turned to face the source of the noise, an open car with a white body, covered in various designs of tribal origin. It was hard to tell where patterns started or ended, but it was exotic-looking to say the least. I didn't even realize I was lost in the design of vehicle until the driver started to yell at me.

"Hey!" the driver said, "Up here!"

I looked up at the driver, a white coyote with black sideburns that ran up to a red... mohawk? I think it was a red mohawk? I'm terrible with hair styles. Either way, this bastard was literally an avatar of his car. He was covered in all sorts of red tattoos, full sleeve designs covering both his arms, and even tattoos wrapping around his neck.

I went to grab my recorder and pulled my luggage over to his car, "Brave?" I said.

The coyote gave me a small nod, "Yeah, Man! It's good to see you in person."

"It's good to see you as well! I thought you didn't live in Coy?"

"I don't, but I was traveling up to the beach to hang out. I thought I might swing by and pick you up seeing I was nearby. I texted you about an hour ago as a surprise, but you didn't respond." He smiled after that.

Oh, that's right. I had turned off my phone because I was afraid of it dying on the flight. At least this was a pleasant surprise.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't get them."

"It's whatever. Hop in. Throw your stuff in the back seat. I'd offer the trunk but it is full of stuff. I'll take you wherever you need before I head to the beach."

I gave him a nod and proceeded to do exactly that. There was no way I was going to turn down a free ride. I got back in the passenger seat and he started up the car. Quickly he looked at me and asked, "Do you normally squeak like a girl when you're startled?"

I blushed and snapped back, "Shut it, Jerk."

He laughed and we drove out of the parking lot and onto a busy street that led to a highway.

Brave and me have been friends since we met online. I can't exactly remember what it was about, but prior to meeting him I was just a lurker, too shy to really put myself out there and opting to stand in the background and enjoy the conversation. Yet, after talking to him, he helped to convince me to be proactive in the chat. From that moment onward we were good friends and often tried to help each other out. Sometimes we'd even tease each other and send... pictures. The naughty kind I mean.

"So, how long are you here for anyway? Just till you get that documentary done?" Brave asked while we took an exit that led down a less active road.

"For the whole summer. I thought it'd be good to get invested in the culture. Make it as genuine as possible. You know?"

"Yeah, I understand. You got a place to actually stay?"

"Not really. I was going to look about staying at a motel or something for the time being."

I pulled out a small bottle of water from my little bag. The sun was so bright and it was starting to get hot with the open car. Brave must have noticed that the sun was getting to me because the roof of his car slowly slid up and over the top to give us shade.

"Motel huh? Why not crash with me? Save yourself some money." Brave said while glancing over at me.

"Um, I don't know. Don't wanna inconvenience you."

Being honest it would be great if I could crash there. Nowhere had a great price and I was afraid that I'd be stuck paying half the money I saved up for this trip on housing that I wouldn't even be staying at half the time. Though, I never could bring myself to ask for such a huge favor from an online friend.

"Hah, Don't worry. If it makes you feel better I'll charge you for rent. I won't say no to money."

I laughed in response and gave a small nod to his words, "Fine. I'll crash at your place. Thanks."

"No problem, but I still want to head to the beach. Whole reason I did come up after all. So you want to join me?"

I looked over to him with a half-smile, "Eh, I don't know. I didn't bring a swimsuit."

Brave seemed a little surprised at that response, before I noticed a small smile form on his lips, flashing his white teeth at me, "How much research did you do about Yotelund?"

"Wait, what? Why?" I said.

Personally I had done only meta historical research. Meaning that I only learned the very big influences the country had on the world stage. Which, in retrospect, is not a good way to understand a people's country or it's culture. Though that was why I was there in the first place: To fill those gaps.

"Nothing," Brave responded as we took an exit off the highway, "The swimsuit won't be a problem."

"Okay, Okay, fine. I could use a bit of fun after being stuck on that plane anyway." Still though I kept my eyes on him, making sure he knew that I was... well... keeping my eyes on him.

"Fun you say?" He taunted me again, a sexual undertone carrying through his voice along with a grin that made me laugh.

"Oh shut up. You know what I mean."

Brave and I continued to chat about a few different things while we got ever closer to the beach, nothing important, but it was nice to chat. We pulled up to the parking lot at the bottom of a small hill that separated it from the rest of the beach. As we got out of the car I noticed a large red sign written in the local yotish language. It had a circle with a stripe running through and the picture of a pair of pants.

"Hey Brave what does that sign mean?" I asked while standing beside him as he dug through his trunk.

He pulled out a large bag, hanging the straps over his left shoulder, and turned to look at the sign, "It means you're about to leave the Green District."

Before I could even ask what a Green District was he was already heading up the hill along a wooden platform. So I followed in kind, trying to ask what he meant. Of course when we hit the top of the hill I froze when I saw a beautiful beach leading out to a sea that ran way off onto the horizon. It was a breathtaking sight, but then I looked back down to the beach and noticed... everyone was nude. WAIT! WHAT!? NUDE!?

When I realized this 'little' factor I was going to scream at Brave for taking me to a nudist beach, but when I looked down the hill to find him... he was gone. I panicked quickly and debated going back to the car... but as I turned to leave I heard some people speaking local yotish behind me. It had to be at least a dozen beachgoers as nude as the day they were born heading up the hill to where I was standing.

I couldn't just stand there! So, despite my fear, I went down the hill towards the beach. I'm going to kill him for bringing me here. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing too! A million ways of how I would exact my revenge upon that damn coyote ran through my mind as I searched the beach, doing my best to avoid the groups of nude people along the way.

I went by one of those lockers and showers that they have by the beaches. You know the ones with the freezing water? Anyway, as I ran over looking for him I found that damn coyote as he was stripping down. I was going to tear into him until he turned around and I saw his full nudity before me. Now, as I said before, we shared nude pictures online. So you'd think I built up an immunity or something to that kind of stuff as a result. Well you'd be wrong as my face lit up like a flame and I turned away in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry!" I said as quickly as I said and... unintentionally really loud.

Then suddenly those tattoo covered arms were wrapping around me from behind, making my condition of feeling like I was on fire far worse, and the hot sensual words of a bastard coyote stating in my ears, "Nothing to be sorry for. I've seen you naked as well. Why don't you get undressed and let's go enjoy the beach." Something was prodding into my back. Holy shit. I think it's his dick. I reached back briefly, brushing just to check. It was his dick.

I was still very hesitant; the fact that I had drawn so many eyes though was far more convincing as an excuse for me to get out of there. So I stepped forward from Brave and went to undress. I was nude in seconds and Brave showed me his locker where I put my clothing in. After he locked it and put the key in his bag he then led me down the beach. Every fiber of my being was not okay with this and I still very much wanted to scream at Brave for putting me into this position, but that was overwhelmed by the fear of making a scene in front of a bunch of nude beach goers.

We passed by the various groups of people stripped and naked as the day they were born; I'll tell you that Yotelund has an extremely diverse population with coyotes really only making about 12% of the population. I saw birds, bulls, felines, canines, and several more species common to the region. I got caught up in the diversity of shapes and ;sizes' of these species that I bumped into Brave's back when he stopped.

"Seeing something you like, Muse?" Brave said as he sat the large bag down.

"I see something I'd want to stab." I retorted coldly.

"Relax. You want to experience Yotelund right? Well you're at the heart of it. Nudity is common."

Brave reached through his bag and pulled out a large towel that he asked me to spread out. I was very hostile towards him at first, but being honest his smug but inviting demeanor always gets to you. So I took the towel from him and leaned down to spread it out. He then fetched an umbrella from the bag, unfolding it and thrusting it deep into the sand beside me. It gave a nice amount of shade. I was still trying my best not to look at him, both because I was still mad and his own nudity, but I was getting a bit better about the whole situation. At least enough to talk to him.

"So... nudity is common?" I said

"Well... sort of. It's a bit more complex than that." Brave responded while laying down on the towel beneath the shade, "Sex is more the common thing. Nudity is a bi-product of sex normally." Brave turned his head away from me to look at another group, "Check them out."

I looked over to the group of what seemed like a mixture of canines, felines, and one bull. I'd been so busy trying to avoid being noticed that I didn't see the raunchiness taking place.. They were laying it into one another and didn't mind being vocal about it. Especially the bull that was fond of the smaller felines of that group. I... would go into more detail, but I think someone noticed me staring and I immediately looked down at the towel.

Brave chuckled at the sight, sitting up with his arms back for support, "See? Sex is rather common. We've got a whole system that I got to share with you. "

I didn't say anything. It was still a lot to take in that... public sex was so acceptable. How was I going to fit all this in that documentary? Shit how am I going to do a documentary if people are having sex in every scene? It's already bad enough to record people by mistake... but if they are fucking? That.. oh jeez...

I felt a hand rest on my head and looked up to see Brave looking down at me with surprisingly serious eyes.

"You alright, Muse?" He said, keeping light hearted despite a bit of concern.

"Y-yeah. Just a lot to take in..." I looked out to the sea while trying to keep a smile, "I'm good though. Just something new to learn I guess."

"You'll get use to it! I promise. If things get too weird for you though just say so. I'll get you out. For now though let's work out the terms of you crashing at my place."

I perked my ears, "I thought you said that I'd pay rent?"

Brave gave me a cheeky smile, running a hand down to rest upon his groin, stroking it gently, "Yeah. That ain't changing, but we got to work out the requirements for that discount."

I gulped while watching him rubbing his groin. I could see that his tail was swaying idly as he saw me looking. I choked out, "W-Well what are these q-qualifications?"

He knew I was was already hooked into his game and immediately scooted in closer till he was pressed up against me with his hardened shaft. He ran a hand down along my leg while whispering, "I'm sure you can figure that out."

He'd bring his hand up to rest on my head and began pressing down, directing me his shaft as it poked against my side. I, enthralled by Brave's bravdo, went down willingly despite being a nervous as all hell. By the time I managed to get down there a wave of musky coyote scent enveloped my senses. It was so strong that I almost gagged on reflex, but Brave's hand held me down, so I endured that potent scent as it washed over me like a heat wave.

My ears fell back and I pressed my lips in against his shaft, kissing the tip of it softly. Brave raised a brow to me as I looked up at him and I knew he was expecting me to be a bit more... 'active' from what I had shown him before online. So, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, giving it a slow hard lick around that tip, all to tease him. I could hear him growling with approval and I brought my lips down to begin suckling upon it.

Brave took that as an invite to pick up the pace apparently as he thrusted upward into my muzzle, forcing a few inches of that large shaft to spread my lips apart. I released a muffled meep around it as my tongue flailed wildly around it in shock, but Brave seemed to like the reaction as another thrust followed it up before I could readjust and soon more of that shaft was lodged into my muzzle, pressing against the roof of my mouth.

His hand upon the back of my head tightened, grasping my short hair to tug upon it, and prompting a moan out of me. A second hand grasped my side and pushed, directing me to move lower as I was wedged on his throbbing spear. How could I resist? I suckled loudly and scooted bit by bit to Brave's desires and soon found myself on my front while looking up at Brave who maintained his grasp upon my head.

The idle suckling, tongue lashes, and grinding of my muzzle as I moved may have kept this horny coyote content for a bit, but now he was pushing me down on the shaft with his firm hand. I of course, obliged, and was thankful I practiced often with my toys otherwise this be a disaster! I was able to craft an image of his shaft within my head as my tongue ran along its underside, feeling each vein that pulsed as his shaft throbbed, smacking the roof of my mouth with a firm and wet smack.

Something you have to know about Brave; He can be very patient with a lot of things, but sex is not one of them. Plus, he really likes to show off. I guess I know now why; given what I've learned about Yotelund today. So even though I believed I was keeping up rather well; He decided to take things into his own hands.

"Just tap me if you need air." He said.

I blinked at this. What? Then suddenly I felt him moving and his hands grasping me as he did so. With a light thud I felt myself being lifted as he got up and pushed onto my back as he'd rest his knees near my shoulders. I looked up to see his hands dig into the sand and then his thrusts came. They were swift and brutal, forcing my muzzle wide open for him to lay into it as he so desired. Man did he desire. His shaft throbbed down into my throat as he muzzle fucked me, wedging the shaft down into my throat, causing me to gag loudly over it. He was chuckling... or growling.. I couldn't make it out too well over the wet sounds of his cock slamming into my throat.

It truly did feel like an eternity this time. The thrusts started to blur into one another and I was gagging through multiple thrusts at once. My tongue did all it could to lap at the underside of that shaft, but everything was beyond my control. I loved it as evident by the own shaft throbbing in the open air. Between all the gagging, thrusting, and growling from Brave; I didn't notice how his shaft was throbbing. As a result when Brave started to grunt and snarl I was met by a load of coyote seed spraying into my muzzle. He didn't stop thrusting though, forcing the seed down, or draining it over my tongue. Somewhere in the middle of it all, he'd pull out and released a few more hot ropes of seed onto my face, getting my glasses covered, and leaving me gasping and sticky.

Brave managed to stand up with ease after he was done draining his seed onto me. I could see him, through the smears of coyote seed on my glasses, looking at his handy work with a satisfied grin.

"Good girl. Looks like you qualify." He said as he reached down to help me up.

Keep in mind I was still gasping for air and coughing a fair bit of yote seed up so when he offered I was more than willing to accept the help. He'd pull me back properly onto the towel and got out a smaller one to help me clean a bit off. When I could seed properly after my glasses were cleaned I saw that his shaft was still hard. Damn... he has stamina. I was still pretty damn winded by him and so even after I was cleaned I just laid on the towel, blushing from such an... interesting an intense experience.

Brave got a bottle of water for me, "Here. Sorry. I get carried away."

Really now? I wouldn't have guessed.

He then got up and said, "Stay here and rest. I have to get something."

I wasn't moving anytime soon. In fact after a few sips of that water my whole body wanted to rest from the plane flight and the rough muzzle fuckery. With the casual ambience of the sea and the sound of people... even if they were sexual... I felt myself drifting off.

I was awoken by Brave gently shaking me, "Hey, Man. You're going to miss it."

I opened my eyes and looked to see Brave with his photography gear set up and him taking pictures of a sunset against the horizon across the sea. I slowly sat up to look at the sight, feeling the warmth of the setting sun wash over me, and I think I said something cheesy like "That's so beautiful" or something. As the sun went down and the sky lit up with stars I saw Brave turn the camera to me.

"I have to keep this one for later." He said.

I then realized he was taking a picture of me! Not only did my anxiety quickly set in, but I remembered I was still a bit of a mess from our fun and so I pulled the towel I was laying on up to hide myself, squeaking loudly, "B-Brave No! You know I hate cameras!"

He laughed, "Sorry. I forgot. I'll turn it off." I kept up the towel still, not trusting him after everything he has pulled on me today. I heard him step over and soon tug on the towel, "You know that does bring up a good point. How're you going to get your project thing done if you hate cameras so much?"

I released the towel and looked down as I thought about it, pulling my knees close to my chest as I sat there. I had almost completely forgotten about the documentary. Even despite... everything that had happened today I still got anxious around a damn camera. I'm hopeless.

"I don't know honestly. I felt maybe going somewhere new might help, but with everything I learned this feels impossible. I think I should just give up and swear an oath to a life of mediocrity." I finally said as I laid on my back once more, looking at the night sky.

"So dramatic! What you need is a cameraman. Someone to help you with all that grunt work. Lighting, Angles, editing, and all that other stuff." Brave sat down beside me, placing a hand upon his chest "And I think I know just the guy."

"Really? You'd help me with my documentary?"

"Sure. I could always use more stuff in my portfolio anyway. Besides you're crashing at my place anyway. Might as well help where I can."

My whole body light up with delight at the idea, someone to handle this stupid camera work for me, brilliant! I sat up again and nodded over and over, "Yes! Yes! I'd be more than happy with your help!" I then froze, "Wait, what do you want in return?" I gave him an inquisitive glare.

He laughed at me and then said, "What? I can't just do something for a friend?"

"No."

"Cold." He'd shrug his shoulders, "If you get to become a rich and famous professor or something then I'll bill you top dollar. That way this feels more like an investment. Sound fair?" He'd extend a hand to me.

I knew there was a catch, but I still appreciate his desire to help me. I reached out and grasped his, giving it a firm shake, at least firm by my standards, "It's a deal then."

"Alright we'll start filming locations and I'll take you around the country. You're going to have to pay a few advance payments though... in classic yoteish fashion." Again that smug smile of his spread across his lips.

I laughed it off and nodded, "Fine, fine. You horny bastard."

With that we both looked to the sea and enjoyed the remainder of our time of the beach. You know? I think this summer will really be what I needed after all...

WAIT A MOMENT!

I reached over and jabbed Brave's shoulder as hard as I could!

"Ow! Hey! What was that for?" He'd respond while rubbing his shoulder.

"For taking me to a nudist beach and having me strip naked and having me suck you off while you ruthlessly fucked my muzzle!" I shouted!

"Alright. That's fair. Though I think you liked that last one."

"Shush you!" I jabbed him again. Even though that was true.

"Jeez, you know for a little wuss you actually have a good punch."

"Shush you!!!" I screamed as I jabbed him again.

Yeah. I think this summer is going to be pretty fun.