Butch had always been fairly independant. He lived on his own, grew and hunted his own food, and only went into town once every couple of months. He liked his solitude. Still, he would daydream about a guy or girl there with him. The gender didn't matter that much. Never had. But Butch was awkward and seemed cold and uninterested when speaking with others. Years of relative isolation had changed his ability to connect, even if he really enjoyed the thought. 

He woke on a lazy Sunday morning in late fall, stretching his long fuzzy limbs and yawning. Late fall was always a quiet time at his homestead - the harvesting had already happened. He thought about foraging for late blooming mushrooms, buckeyes and acorns while he got up and got dressed. Or he could go fishing. [i]Wow,[/i] he thought, [i]I'm absolutely spoiled for choice, huh.[/i] He combed his messy blond hair and stepped outside. The crisp air filled his lungs - and he couldn't help but notice a scent on the air he couldn't place. Something slightly spicy, maybe? He shrugged and grabbed a few things to start foraging, but only a few minutes into getting ready he heard a sharp yipping noise from the woods. He paused, and felt uneasy enough to grab his old Winchester before heading out to investiagte. If he didn't look, he figured, no one else would. 

It didn't take him long to find the source of the noise. In a clearing near one of the rural roads less than a half mile from his cabin, he stumbled onto a scene that made his heart sink. A female coyote was in the center of the clearing, her paw wrapped tightly in an old snare. Butch was pissed. Not only was it illegal to use those kinds of snares, but from how thin the 'yote looked, they also weren't checking their traps like they should. Cursing under his breath, Butch approached the frightened coyote, who eyed him warily.
"It's alright," he said softly, shushing her as she growled and lunged uselessly at him. "Alright, stop the drama. How's your leg?" Using his pack as a shield from bites, he carefully looked over the coyote's leg. Thankfully, it seemed to be okay aside from the wire around it. The coyote continued to growl, but thankfully seemed more confused than upset. Butch held out his bag with one hand while carefully unwrapping the wire with the other. He muttered about "idiots" and "assholes" as per usual. As the snare fell free, he expected the coyote to immediately run off. She didn't.

Butch was a little surprised when he put the coyote's foot down and she sniffed him, moving in closer. 
"H-hey," he said. "Go run off now, alright?" The coyote tilted its head like a puppy, then paced around him a few times. She seemed to have changed her mind about him in the process of him releasing her. As if to confirm this, she licked his cheek and then hopped back, play-bowing and yapping at him. 
"No, c'mon," said Butch. Still, he couldnt help but sit back and chuckle at the coyote's odd antics. She pounced at him again, and he ruffled the fur on her neck. She grinned, yapped, then turned and play bowed again - or at least that's what he thought she was doing, until she swished her tail to the side. [i]Oh.[/i] That scent he smelled earlier was also quickly confirmed. The she-yote was very clearly in heat. And was very clearly presenting that to him. 

Butch wasn't sure what to do, but it was clear the coyote was waiting on him for a reaction. So, without giving it too much thought, he reached out. He gently grasped the base of the coyote's tail, and was surprised to see her legs visibly start to shake. He licked his lips, then leaned forward. The yote made a cute "mmrf" noise as his lips pressed to her heat. Now that the bobcat had a proper muzzle full of her scent, he couldn't help but find it a little intoxicating. The feline decided he'd already helped her in one way, so why not another? His rough tongue slid across her dripping spade, and she shuddered and started to shove her hips back towards his muzzle. He paused, holding the coyote's shaking haunches with his hands. 
"Easy, girl," he murmured to her. "We got time. Just relax."

The coyote let out soft noises - little whimpers and yips - as Butch ate her out. The bobcat was very focused on the task at hand, running his tongue over every inch of her heat, letting it dip inside her, and in the process he couldn't help but feel a little drunk on her scent and taste. Slightly spicy, slightly earthy, but most importantly it was [i]addictive[/i]. Butch had sort of forgotten why he was there to begin with, especially as his jeans started to feel tight. He reached up between the canine's legs as he pushed his tongue inside, and the coyote started immediately humping his hand - rough and fast - as she was dealing with her unbearable heat. He kept his hand steady and tongue-fucked her harder, giving her the friction she needed to get off. She eagerly humped as his hand, her hips sliding from hand to tongue and back with every movement. She panted, shook, and finally let out a little groan as her body shuddered in climax. Butch felt her gush across his muzzle and chin as she came, and he couldn't help but lick his muzzle as he pulled away. She didn't run away then, either. She just stood in place, shaking and panting. 
"Alright," Butch said, his voice a bit huskier than before. "I get it. Hang tight."

Butch's jeans slid to his ankles. He was on his knees behind the coyote, hypnotized by her dripping spade still begging for more. She stood still as he stroked his long, slightly tapered feline cock behind her. She even moved her tail to the side as he pulled her back towards him. 
"Good girl," he muttered as he slowly slipped the tip of his cock in. He assumed the coyote would have just enjoyed herself like with his tongue, but to his surprise she yelped and tried to move away - to which Butch disagreed, and grabbed her hips. Although he was usually quite the sensitive and kind sort, he wasn't about to get teased and left high and dry.
"Just relax," he growled to the yote. She whined and whimpered as he slowly slid the length of his cock in her with a groan. Even if she'd changed her mind, her body seemed to enjoy him - twitching and flexing around him, her spade drooling eagerly. Though she whined, he started moving his hips, slowly and deeply breeding her cunt. Butch couldn't help but moan and start to fuck her faster. She whimpered, but it seemed like she understood this situation was no longer in her grasp and didn't continue trying to pull away as Butch slammed and stretched her spade. 

"[i]Thaaat's it[/i]," he groaned as he grasped her haunches rougher and moved her hips against his cock like a penetratable toy - something he had several of back at the cabin. He was half expecting to her to turn around and bite him for how rough he was being, but instead he felt her start to helplessly hump him again. He breathed harder and faster as he realized the 'yote was right there with him, her knees buckling and hips shaking despite her whines and whimpers to the contrary. She climaxed again. This time he got to feel her cunt tighten and pulse around his cock, and he gasped.
"Fuck," he moaned. "Right there with you." He gripped the canine by the scruff as he brought her all the way down his cock, his balls twitching tightly pressed to her. She could only hopelessly whine as he came, the tip of his cock pressed firmly to her cervix and his balls pulling up tight to his body. Butch moaned with a low growl as he slammed as much cum into the coyote as his body possibly could.

Butch let go of her scruff and leaned back with his sweat-stained shirt pulled up. A puddle of cum from the two creatures marked the ground beneath them. Butch slowly, shakily exhaled as his cock finally calmed down, slipping from the coyote's spade with a trail of her cum splashing across his stomach and dripping down to his balls. At that point the coyote was supposed to run, he figured, because he'd kinda forced the issue. Still, the female canid seemed to change her mind yet again - turning to clean off Butch's shrinking cock with her mouth.
"Ah," he gasped. She paused, and he looked down at her and chuckled. "Don't do that. I'll get hard again and end up fucking that muzzle of yours, too." The coyote looked at him for several seconds, tilting her head like a puppy again - before finally taking off. Maybe it was just him, but she seemed to be running a little funny. He shrugged, took a few deep breaths, and cleaned himself up before heading back to the cabin. 

He had some time to think on the way back, but his brain felt like a loading screen that never quite finished loading. He walked back to the cabin, put his foraging bag and gun away, then stepped outside - only to see the coyote was back. She play-bowed to him.
"Well," he said. "Shit. Might as well keep a pet while I'm out here." He ruffled her fur and invited her inside for a dinner of smoked fish, absently wondering how he was going to explain this to his pals that swung by for homemade wine and moonshine. 
"Well, I guess," he said, glancing over at her as she licked herself on his couch, "I dunno. How do you feel about making even [i]more[/i] friends?" The coyote wagged its tail. He nodded.
"I'll invite em over then...it'll be a party."