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Here's one that I've been wanting to get a start on for quite a while~ I'm aiming for this to be an ongoing series (in the same vein as my old On Display stories) featuring these two characters, with the goal being this doe gal Evelyn, shy & quiet & reserved, gradually pushing further and further into nastiness and depravity as she drags my coyote boy Raul along - and she finds strength & confidence in doing so, which just encourages her further~

In this first chapter we see them bumping into each other during a hike on a hot, sweaty summer day, and, oops - Raul didn't shower yesterday and also forgot to wear deodorant!

Doesn't seem like this doe gal minds, though. I wanted to put "armpit huffin, slurpin, & suckin" on the thumbnail, but couldn't quite fit that.

If you'd like to get early access on finished stories & some other fun stuff, I'd really appreciate the support <3", "writing": "All around him swelled the sounds and sensations of summer: the wind in the trees far overhead, the pleasant, damp heat riding along the breeze, the constant drone of cicadas and other bugs, the clinging, tacky wetness of sweat dribbling out along his pads and through his fur. Raul felt better than he had in weeks, the coyote’s ears perked and his tail swaying; as usual his excitement for today’s hike had steadily grown as it approached, then suddenly dropped this morning when he was still cozy and comfortable in bed, then rose again once he had made his way out the door. Naturally he skipped out on a shower this morning – what’s the point if I’m just gonna get all sweaty and smelly again? – but now he found himself wishing that he had brought some extra water; he had finished the bottle he had brought probably about a mile and a half back now, and along with that, that full bottle’s worth had already started to make itself known in a steadily rising urgency.\n\nMaybe I’ll find a good spot later, he thought, turning his head the other way to watch a little bird careen through the trees. I know you’re really not supposed to out on a trail like this, but I mean – call of nature, right? And, besides, maybe while I’m at it I could-\n\nRight at that last moment, something at the fringe of the coyote’s vision caught his attention and he stumbled briefly to one side. His heart thumped in his chest, and for a moment he could only stare: another hiker leaned against the thick trunk of the tree at the bend here, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her body sleek and slim and streamlined, her pelt struck in the same colors as the sun- and shade-dappled trail underfoot, and he had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he had nearly barreled straight into her.\n\nOne of her ears twitched with his movements, and a moment later she glanced at him, looked away, and then realized there was someone there, and looked right back to him again. Surprise and, for a moment, fear flashed through her eyes, and despite himself Raul tried his best not to think about a deer in the headlights, even though this doe now stared at him, a coyote, with that precise expression.\n\nCould be species, he thought, realizing that he probably felt more relaxed about the surprise than she did. Carefully, and trying not to make it too obvious, he stepped around to give her a wide berth so he could continue on his way.\n\n“Um.” Raul raised his paws in front of him. “Sorry. I was distracted. Didn’t mean to – almost run into you.”\n\nWide, amber eyes regarded him unblinking; still she kept her arms crossed in front of her chest, and as Raul waited for a response he glanced over her, seeing the sleeveless shirt showing more of her splotched, speckled pelt, the shorts hugging tight along full thighs, her carefully maintained hooves, her little cotton-puff tail twitching with nervousness.\n\n“I’ll just…” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Keep on going. Have a good hike.”\n\nAnd he picked up his pace as he rounded the bend, wanting to put as much space between himself and the awkward encounter as he could. Not only did he likely make things worse for her – coyote and a doe! Did I show my teeth too much when speaking to her? I know I gotta work on that – but he had come close enough to her to be able to tell, easily, that not only had she showered before coming out here today, but she had also gone the extra mile to spritz herself with perfume, or deodorant, or more likely both. And then here he was by contrast, having deliberately foregone one and then just plain forgotten the other; every time he swung his arms with his step he could pick up a little whiff of his own scent again, the high, rich, slightly acrid touch of sweat mixed with the natural drier spice of his species. And if you can smell yourself a little bit, he remembered hearing somewhere on the internet once, then everyone around you can smell you a lot… ugh.\n\nAfter putting a bit more distance between himself and where he hoped she still was Raul slowed to a stop. He looked up the trail ahead of him, glanced back again, and then lifted one arm to tug his shirt sleeve down with his other paw. He only imagined seeing the puff of steam curling out from underneath – of course it was too hot and humid out today for that to actually happen – but as he leaned in he certainly felt the damp heat as easily as he smelled it, richer, stronger, sharper, tickling his nose, not quite making his eyes water but definitely curling his snout. Then another glance behind him, and he lowered that arm to then shove that paw right down into his own shorts; he had to dig around a little bit to peel the loose, sagging skin of his heat-damp sack away from where his balls stuck glued to his thigh, then gave them a jiggle for good measure, and then did the same with his sheath, a little bit gummy at the end from gathered sweat, and slid back into his walking pace before bringing that paw to his muzzle.\n\nThat next sniff carried much more of a presence of him, more than just the usual sting of sweat like from under his arm. There was his own familiar warm musk, both strengthened and leveled out by his day without a shower, and brought more into the forefront from the constant jostling, jiggling, bouncing, swaying within his shorts; it was warm enough out today that he could actually feel his sheath bouncing as well, everything down there loosened and hanging to try to deal with the heat.\n\nProbably not the day to have gone commando, he thought, and tugged his shorts up a little bit higher. Another three or four degrees and I bet the twins are gonna drop down out of one of my pants legs. Holy moly. I really booked it trying to get away from her; think I see a bench coming up ahead…\n\nSurely enough, a small sign nailed to the next tree on the path drew attention to the approaching scenic vista, and Raul trudged up the remaining distance until the incline leveled out a bit. 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Just wish I’d brought more than that one bottle of water. Jeez. Got half a mind to… wring out my fur and…\n\nAnd one of his ears twitched, this time more to a subtle shift in the air rather than any particular sound. The coyote slid his head a little bit to that side and was startled, yet not surprised, to see someone leaning in towards him from over the back of the bench. He had only been here a few minutes, and perhaps had been so wrapped up in waiting for the pounding to dissolve from his footpaws and the searing heat to dissipate from underneath his arms and between his legs that he hadn’t noticed their approach, but – when he turned his head a little further, that surprise finally sizzled through him: here was tan and tawny pelt again, like little splashes of sunlight coming through a blanket of foliage, with slim arms and legs revealed beneath short sleeves and pants.\n\nAs expected the doe jumped, her ears twitching up and her shoulders going rigid, and she jerked her head to look away from him. This time Raul remained where he was – she came up to me, of course – and continued watching her, taking the opportunity now to take in the rest of her form and figure, and really get a whiff of her scent. He was reminded of the probable reality, if I can smell her like this, and I can smell myself too, then surely she’s got it way worse off standing right there… and after a moment the doe coughed as though to get his attention, twitched her head to the side a little bit, glanced at him sideways through the edge of her vision, looked away again, then looked back once more.\n\nShe swallowed visibly, her lips pursing together, her jaw lifting, her throat pulsing with the movement. Her ear flicked. “Can I…” Her voice was low and soft, barely more than the noise of the wind in the trees after the breeze died down. “Can I sit here?”\n\nWhat in the world is… A little self-conscious, Raul straightened up and folded his arms in a little bit, though still kept his elbows hooked over the back of the bench. He motioned to the spot beside him. “Be my guest.”\n\nShe ducked her head and started moving around, the coyote watching her as she did so. 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Not everyone would’ve had the... gumption to just go and do something like that. And then there she was back at that other spot, jumping and twitching like she’s scared of her own shadow, and then here and now still doing the same, but going out of her way to talk to me, and-\n\nAnd when he turned his muzzle back to her she jerked back, the doe having leaned a little bit in towards where Raul had rested his arm over the back of the bench. Her surprise ricocheted through her body and she forcefully looked forward again, though the coyote managed to catch the fervent little twitching and wiggling of her nose.\n\nHe blinked but said nothing, tilted his head, then purposely lifted that arm to scratch at his nose, once again facing forward. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he watched Evelyn beside him; she waited a second and then turned her muzzle just enough to keep an eye on him in turn, specifically following the movement of his arm, then down towards the underside. She lingered there when he rested it across the back of the bench, her tongue flicking out across her lips for just a moment, and when she thought that he was looking away, Raul noticed her nose twitch as she sniffed.\n\nThen did so again, and again. And she leaned in a little bit closer, and did so again, a slower, more deliberate drag through flared nostrils…\n\nThe coyote suppressed another smirk and shifted again, just enough to make her scoot back into her original posture. “Damn,” he rumbled, “it’s hot out today, isn’t it?” And then he lifted his elbow way up, paw coming in to make a show of wiping the sweat from his brow, bare underarm angled right towards Evelyn beside him. He kept his eyes mostly closed but still watched her, and this time could not miss how she fixated right there underneath, where he could feel the steam pouring forth, where each movement no matter how small caused another few beads of sweat to jostle free from the thick, coarse puff of his underarm fur.\n\n“Um…” She leaned back as he lowered his arm back down. “Y-yeah. It… it is.”\n\nRaul scooted downwards on the bench a bit, spreading his legs further, and now pinched the front of his shirt. Slowly he started to flap the material, pushing little puffs of warm air up through his collar and, undoubtedly by the way her nose twitched all over again, down through the sleeves along his arms. “Just a… real fuckin’ scorcher. I’m just – dripping…”\n\nFrom there he lifted his arms up over his head again, this time entwining his paws and giving voice to a wide, languorous stretch. Raul twisted his upper body away from Evelyn and then back towards her again, pulling his fingers up over his ears; he gave himself a few wiggles, this time trying to waft some of his unwashed scent towards, and was pleased to see her lean in a little closer again.\n\nOnce more she licked her lips and swallowed. “Y-yeah. Yeah, me… me too…”\n\nOn the way back down he bumped his elbow against her, once again making her jerk back, and then offered the shy doe an innocent smile. “Oh, sorry. Anyway, I think I’m gonna continue on. Y’wanna join me?”\n\nEvelyn blinked. It seemed like it took a moment for her to come back to herself, ears and tail twitching as always. “...Oh! Oh, um… yeah, sure, I’ll…”\n\nWell, here goes nothing. Time to roll the dice. “But, before that…”\n\nRaul looked away, but still he could feel her eyes on him, and the anticipation tingling between both of them. He swallowed, then gradually lifted his arm near her.\n\n“D’you wanna, uh…” He reached across his body with his other arm and tapped two fingers there beneath his bared armpit, pads squelching in at the sweat-soaked fur, bits of it crusty where it had started to dry over… and waited for Evelyn’s response, still looking the other way.\n\n...Time to make a fuckin’ weirdass perverted fool of myself, I guess. God, I’m never gonna be able to come back here again.\n\n“...Or…” His ears flicked back, and his confidence faltered. Slowly, he started to lower his arm again. “Sorry. I was just – I mean, I thought I saw you looking, and – I’m sorry, I skipped out on showering today and yesterday, and-”\n\nAnd then suddenly he could drop his arm no further – since Evelyn seized his elbow in her hand. Surprised, Raul looked over at her; she held his gaze for a moment, then glanced away, and then once again forced herself to look him in the eye, and from there deliberately looked down to his armpit. And then, bit by bit, she lifted his elbow back up.\n\n“Can…” It seemed as though she spoke to the sweat-soaked tuft of fur underneath, rather than him. “Can I…”\n\nRaul’s heart thumped in his chest. This can’t be happening. “Um… I mean, I was offering, so-”\n\nThen just as quickly as she had grabbed his arm, the coyote’s body jerked to one side with the sudden shove of her nose right up underneath his lifted arm. His first instinct was to clamp it right back down, to squeeze down around her trembling body and bury her in damp, dank, swampy fur, laden with the rich, sour acridity of his unwashed sweat, but – it seemed that there was no need to: Evelyn pushed herself as deep as she could into his armpit, burying her nose among curls of wet fur, nuzzling in so that Raul felt the skin underneath squish inwards beneath her attention.\n\nAnd then she inhaled, deep and powerful, and he felt the individual coils of his sweat-soaked fur pitch inwards toward her nostrils, tickling with so many tiny jolts of electricity that it took everything he had not to kick his footpaws and pound his other paw against the bench. Evelyn swallowed, shuddered, and sighed out, her tainted breath sizzling right down into his sleeve, and then reached up to roll the similarly dampened fabric down a little bit further. She shook as she did so, tail flicking and wagging like a living creature all of its own, and turned her head this way and that as she dug inwards.\n\n“Okay.” Raul reached over and tapped her shoulder. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me – just-”\n\nShe drew back, shock and fear in her dazed eyes, and the coyote marveled at the way his sweat had already begun to visibly darken the pelt around her nose and lips. He gave her what he hoped was an encouraging smile, then reached down to grab the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, wiggling that arm out from underneath, then raised it again-\n\n-and without even waiting for his invitation Evelyn closed the distance, this time with her head tilted the other way. Her nose came back in, digging through the thick bush of wet fur; and then he felt her lips part, and her jaws open, and then she closed her lips against and around his armpit, sealing herself in place as she suckled the slick, salty sweat from his fur. Yet again he had to bite his lip to beat back the squirms and gasps of the tickling, the doe’s tongue flicking back and forth, dancing through the fur at first and then settling in to the roots, pressing in against his skin, dragging up and across. Every time she swallowed he could feel her breath hitching in her throat, the stench of his sweat tainting her exhalations so that each time she breathed out, he just took in another waft of his own scent issuing forth from her flared nostrils.\n\n“Um…” Raul swallowed and glanced the other way. “I was going to apologize for not wearing any deodorant – but I guess…”\n\nWhen Evelyn hummed in gentle delight, the vibration of her voice and breath tickled along the soaked fur of the coyote’s underarm. “You’re fine,” she purred, a thousand miles away; “I’ve never liked the way… deodorant tastes, anyway...”\n\nAgain and again she swallowed, now moaning softly beneath her sighs. Her shoulders trembled, her tail flicked, and for a moment she lifted a hand, letting it hang there in the air; Raul watched it, unsure what she was going to do with it, and then was pleased and still a little bit surprised when it shakily lowered down towards his spread legs.\n\nSo he spread them a little bit further in encouragement, and then when still she hesitated, he gently took her wrist and lowered it down further, making sure to scoop her hand up between his legs instead of pressing down from on top. He turned her fingers suitably as well, and felt her suckling pause and then redouble when the doe attempted to shovel around his loose, sagging sack through the material of his shorts, her breath – his scent – issuing out in another tepid moan, her fingers wriggling back and forth to try to coalesce the loose, pooling skin from around his balls.\n\nStill he couldn’t help but wince with each drag of her tongue across his sensitive armpit, that thick tuft of fur likely styled into a smooth, clean sheen by now. A sticky mixture of sweat and drool dribbled down his bare chest, but as if sensing his thought, Evelyn dove down to lick it up and buried herself deep, snuffling, sucking, slurping, swallowing – moaning, shivering, and squeezing, rolling his balls back and forth across her fingers and in her palm, digging the heel of her wrist in against the front of his sheath.\n\nRaul chuckled softly; his pants had started to get tight as soon as she had scooped her nose up underneath his arm. “Y’know,” he murmured, with a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody was coming, “I wouldn’t mind if – you were to-”\n\nAs soon as he released her wrist to tug his pants down in front, the doe peeled herself away from his underarm, gave a few open-mouthed swallows, and then suddenly was kneeling on the concrete slab between his legs, shaky hands pulling at the waistband of his shorts. Raul lifted up to allow her the access, watching with his mouth open: gone was the shy prey animal he had startled into silence at a bend in the trail earlier, and instead here was a ravenous, hungry beast who eyed his plumping sheath with adoring eyes, her mouth dripping with sticky beads of his sweat, both of her hands scooping up underneath his dangling balls, rolling them together, tugging them forward – so that she could then purse her lips against them, take a deep breath, swirl her tongue around, then again… then suck one into her mouth, moan around it, lower herself further, and bring the other in as well.\n\nBut still Evelyn wasn’t done, her tongue dancing and swirling underneath Raul’s sack where she had pulled him into her maw, sucking the sweat out from his fur just as she had done beneath his arm. Her eyes fluttered shut and her back arched, each moan tickling through his balls now draped along either side of her tongue, now pressed up to the roof of her mouth, now squeezing tensely together as she swallowed around them, then swallowed again, then parted her lips to sigh out, then pushed forward to bury her nose against the side of his sheath-\n\n-Jesus fuckin’ Christ, it feels like she’s – trying to literally swallow them -\n\n-and then she let them slop back out from her mouth only to lift up and grind her nose right against the lip of the coyote’s sheath, supple sticky skin parted open around his growing arousal. Even from here Raul could see the clinging ring of gathered sweat and scent, and then in another moment he couldn’t, as the doe made sure to smear it across her upper lip. With one hand she bunched the dank, slick folds of his sheath together, squishing them into an overlapping mess over his revealed tip, and then moved in to bury her already smeared, stained, sticky nose right in the center of those folds, and took a deep, hungry, indulgent breath.\n\nWith a steady moan Raul dropped his head back again, all of his nerves tingling, his hips bucking gently, his tail wagging. The coyote’s ears remained perked to the sound of this doe he had met literally just a few minutes ago taking deep drags from both around and inside of his sheath, peeling his skin away from his shaft inside, digging in with her nose and tongue both, sucking the scent out of him – and then refocusing her efforts back down to his balls, now starting to drape down into the spaces in between the slats of the bench. Again she slurped out with her tongue, at first dragging them forward, then pursed her lips in against the loose, sloppy skin and sucked, drawing them right back in to where they had been before.\n\nHell of a feeling, the coyote thought, once more biting his lip. He lifted his hips up again, both of his balls in Evelyn’s mouth, one of her hands smearing his own sweat and musk back and forth along his shaft, the other having lowered down between her own legs. Raul kept one eye slightly open so he could watch her, seeing the way she flicked her ears and focused on his presence; it seemed his balls rolling around within her mouth worked her up as much as his scent did, and then she kept on curling her upper lip where she had smeared his sheath against her nose as well, and just as she picked up in her pace on stroking him, so too did the movement of her arm between her own legs step up as well. And, shit, who needs another bottle of water when I can have this instead…\n\nThe further she went, the deeper she went as well. Again and again Evelyn swallowed around his sack, drawing him deeper each time; she stopped just short of literally gagging on his balls but then still tugged back with her lips tight for good measure, pulling his heat-loosened skin to its limit, and then dove right back in to draw the extra sag into her mouth and once again squish her nose up against the base of his sheath. Each breath came in through his thick, damp pubic fur, and then puffed out again down between his legs; he had no choice but to thrust in rhythm with her stroking, the bulge of his unswollen knot growing out within his sheath – and kept there, he noticed, by skilled placement of her forefinger and thumb\n\nPanting softly, trying his best to hold himself back, Raul lowered a paw towards her, paused, tilted his head… then continued in, running his fingers back along her cheek. To his surprise Evelyn this time did not jerk or jump or anything like that: instead her amber eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, the greasy, red-veined meat of his fully hard cock resting against her nose, the doe’s cheeks pouched out as she continued to suckle the sweat from his sack. She swallowed once again, moaned out through her nose along his sheath, then closed her eyes again, and now focused both hands at her length, one squeezing and rubbing his sheath, the other sliding back and forth and playing across the tapered point of his tip.\n\nRaul grunted, jerked, and moaned again, tension beginning to build. Quick little spurts of liquid pre jetted out between Evelyn’s fingers, the first few spraying out into the open air above her, the remaining deliberately caught against her hand so that they soaked into her pelt instead. She squeezed there at his tip, worked out a few more squirts, then smeared that warm, salty wetness right back down across his length, and then came back all over again, squeezing his sheath around his steadily growing knot, deliberately pushing out little caught bubbles of air among frothy slime.\n\nBit by bit Raul dug his claws into the already scarred wood of the bench. His shoulders bunched, his back arched, his teeth gritted; one of his legs kicked and he tried not to bump the doe with it, but it seemed as though she never would have noticed anyway, once again with her nose digging down into the slick, sticky lip of his sheath now stretched taut around his knot.\n\n“Hey,” he managed, breath catching in his throat again and again, “hey, I’m – gonna-”\n\nEvelyn’s eyes fluttered open again. “Mm…” She pulled back along his sack, letting his balls bunch up at the inside of her lips, still sucking, still pulling, and then let them pop free – but wrapped one hand around the stretched span of skin first to maintain that tension, tugging firmly enough that she pulled down at the base of Raul’s sheath as well. All of that pressure continued to build up, hot and rich and intense; through bleary eyes he watched as she deliberately aimed his twitching, bouncing tip towards her face, catching each squirt of fervent, eager pre across herself, her other hand once again having returned to its proper place between her legs and inside her own shorts, swirling, digging, rubbing-\n\n-and then it all spilled over and Raul bucked against her and then back, balls pulling tight where she held them, hard cock bouncing up into the air and flinging the thick spurts of his load out across the doe’s snout, then over her shoulder. One of those spurts splattered across the rocks; the next sprayed out and disappeared down the slope somewhere; the third and fourth decorated her bare shoulder, the fifth again coated one side of her face, and then she parted her lips and rested his still-twitching tip across her tongue to catch the last few dribbles, working fast and hard between her own legs, sweat-stinking breath shuddering, shaking, breaking – until she, too, bucked where she knelt, nearly pitching herself forward between the coyote’s legs, the force of her own orgasm ricocheting through her sleek, slight body.\n\nBoth panting, the mixed aroma of sweat and sex and sheath wafting up around them, for a moment each held still with Raul draped over the back of the bench and Evelyn nuzzling up between his legs, catching her breath as usual through his thick, saliva-dampened pubic fur. Gradually she slid her other hand out from beneath her shorts, glanced at it, and then shook it out, and from where he sat Raul could see the ropes of loose wetness flinging free.\n\n“God…” He licked his lips. “Fuckin’ damn… I guess I… shouldn’t have apologized for nearly running into you, back there…”\n\nEvelyn rumbled softly, her lips buried between his balls. “I… tried to get your attention,” she murmured, words muffled by his spit-soaked fur, “but I wasn’t loud enough, and you’d already gone off. I could – smell you, there, after you left…”\n\nRaul reached down, peeled his sticky balls away from a spot on his thigh, and then took the opportunity to plop them directly down across the doe’s snout. She moaned again and shoveled up underneath them. “I’d apologize for that again,” he said, “but, I mean-”\n\nJust then, though, her ears swung upwards again and she bolted upright, a few strands of stickiness hanging from her lips and his sheath. There was that deer in the headlights look again, eyes wide, nose twitching, tension bouncing through her bunched muscles – and she stood bolt upright, taking a quick moment to fix her shirt and her shorts. The latter of these were now perfectly on level with Raul’s muzzle when he raised his head, and this close he could see the dense, damp stain soaking through the fabric, and could smell the rich warmth of her arousal and finish.\n\n“Someone’s coming,” she murmured, then busily started wiping at her mouth. “We should, um-”\n\nThe coyote glanced back over his shoulder and saw not only someone, but a fair group of hikers trudging up the hill. He cursed under his breath and wobbled to his shaky legs, then shimmied his own shorts back up, his still mostly-hard cock quickly sticking to the fabric and staining through where his sweat hadn’t already, the extra sensation making him shiver. “Oh, shit, um-”\n\n“Are you able to run?”\n\nRaul blinked. Evelyn held a sticky, slimy, sweat- and sheath-smeared hand out to him, ears perked and eyes still flashing over his shoulder.\n\n“Run?”\n\n“Yeah. Trust me, this entire spot reeks of-”\n\n“Coyote dick?”\n\nShe giggled softly. “More, um, coyote pit, but yeah, that’s there too. I come here regularly; we can take a shortcut down the slope a bit and circle back to around where… where you first saw me, and then-”\n\nRaul took her hand and bustled down the trail, her grip soft, gentle, yet warm. “And then we can get back to the parking lot, where you can give me your number?”\n\nThis time Evelyn gave him no chance to second guess his attempt. He heard another little giggle from behind him, in between the scuffling of footpaws and hooves across the dusty ground.\n\n“I was gonna ask for yours,” she said, “but I mean, that works too.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "All around him swelled the sounds and sensations of summer: the wind in the trees far overhead, the pleasant, damp heat riding along the breeze, the constant drone of cicadas and other bugs, the clinging, tacky wetness of sweat dribbling out along his pads and through his fur. Raul felt better than he had in weeks, the coyote’s ears perked and his tail swaying; as usual his excitement for today’s hike had steadily grown as it approached, then suddenly dropped this morning when he was still cozy and comfortable in bed, then rose again once he had made his way out the door. Naturally he skipped out on a shower this morning – what’s the point if I’m just gonna get all sweaty and smelly again? – but now he found himself wishing that he had brought some extra water; he had finished the bottle he had brought probably about a mile and a half back now, and along with that, that full bottle’s worth had already started to make itself known in a steadily rising urgency.

Maybe I’ll find a good spot later, he thought, turning his head the other way to watch a little bird careen through the trees. I know you’re really not supposed to out on a trail like this, but I mean – call of nature, right? And, besides, maybe while I’m at it I could-

Right at that last moment, something at the fringe of the coyote’s vision caught his attention and he stumbled briefly to one side. His heart thumped in his chest, and for a moment he could only stare: another hiker leaned against the thick trunk of the tree at the bend here, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her body sleek and slim and streamlined, her pelt struck in the same colors as the sun- and shade-dappled trail underfoot, and he had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he had nearly barreled straight into her.

One of her ears twitched with his movements, and a moment later she glanced at him, looked away, and then realized there was someone there, and looked right back to him again. Surprise and, for a moment, fear flashed through her eyes, and despite himself Raul tried his best not to think about a deer in the headlights, even though this doe now stared at him, a coyote, with that precise expression.

Could be species, he thought, realizing that he probably felt more relaxed about the surprise than she did. Carefully, and trying not to make it too obvious, he stepped around to give her a wide berth so he could continue on his way.

“Um.” Raul raised his paws in front of him. “Sorry. I was distracted. Didn’t mean to – almost run into you.”

Wide, amber eyes regarded him unblinking; still she kept her arms crossed in front of her chest, and as Raul waited for a response he glanced over her, seeing the sleeveless shirt showing more of her splotched, speckled pelt, the shorts hugging tight along full thighs, her carefully maintained hooves, her little cotton-puff tail twitching with nervousness.

“I’ll just…” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Keep on going. Have a good hike.”

And he picked up his pace as he rounded the bend, wanting to put as much space between himself and the awkward encounter as he could. Not only did he likely make things worse for her – coyote and a doe! Did I show my teeth too much when speaking to her? I know I gotta work on that – but he had come close enough to her to be able to tell, easily, that not only had she showered before coming out here today, but she had also gone the extra mile to spritz herself with perfume, or deodorant, or more likely both. And then here he was by contrast, having deliberately foregone one and then just plain forgotten the other; every time he swung his arms with his step he could pick up a little whiff of his own scent again, the high, rich, slightly acrid touch of sweat mixed with the natural drier spice of his species. And if you can smell yourself a little bit, he remembered hearing somewhere on the internet once, then everyone around you can smell you a lot… ugh.

After putting a bit more distance between himself and where he hoped she still was Raul slowed to a stop. He looked up the trail ahead of him, glanced back again, and then lifted one arm to tug his shirt sleeve down with his other paw. He only imagined seeing the puff of steam curling out from underneath – of course it was too hot and humid out today for that to actually happen – but as he leaned in he certainly felt the damp heat as easily as he smelled it, richer, stronger, sharper, tickling his nose, not quite making his eyes water but definitely curling his snout. Then another glance behind him, and he lowered that arm to then shove that paw right down into his own shorts; he had to dig around a little bit to peel the loose, sagging skin of his heat-damp sack away from where his balls stuck glued to his thigh, then gave them a jiggle for good measure, and then did the same with his sheath, a little bit gummy at the end from gathered sweat, and slid back into his walking pace before bringing that paw to his muzzle.

That next sniff carried much more of a presence of him, more than just the usual sting of sweat like from under his arm. There was his own familiar warm musk, both strengthened and leveled out by his day without a shower, and brought more into the forefront from the constant jostling, jiggling, bouncing, swaying within his shorts; it was warm enough out today that he could actually feel his sheath bouncing as well, everything down there loosened and hanging to try to deal with the heat.

Probably not the day to have gone commando, he thought, and tugged his shorts up a little bit higher. Another three or four degrees and I bet the twins are gonna drop down out of one of my pants legs. Holy moly. I really booked it trying to get away from her; think I see a bench coming up ahead…

Surely enough, a small sign nailed to the next tree on the path drew attention to the approaching scenic vista, and Raul trudged up the remaining distance until the incline leveled out a bit. The bench itself was a small, simple affair, wood that had at one point been painted now battered and dulled by wind and weather, set into a concrete foundation jutting out of the surface of the hill itself; straight ahead a break in the treeline offered a lovely vantage down into the valley, with the very edge of the parking lot just barely visible off to the side. The coyote stepped forward and peered around, trying to trace out the route from which he had come, and then moved back to plop himself down onto the bench – and made sure to scoop a paw between his legs to shovel his balls out of the way first, after having made that mistake one too many times.

Immediately the relief of resting started to flood through him. He rested his arms out along the back of the bench, letting himself simmer in the swirling steam of his own scent; maybe this’ll let ‘em air out a bit, he thought, and let his head loll back to sigh out into the summer air. Just wish I’d brought more than that one bottle of water. Jeez. Got half a mind to… wring out my fur and…

And one of his ears twitched, this time more to a subtle shift in the air rather than any particular sound. The coyote slid his head a little bit to that side and was startled, yet not surprised, to see someone leaning in towards him from over the back of the bench. He had only been here a few minutes, and perhaps had been so wrapped up in waiting for the pounding to dissolve from his footpaws and the searing heat to dissipate from underneath his arms and between his legs that he hadn’t noticed their approach, but – when he turned his head a little further, that surprise finally sizzled through him: here was tan and tawny pelt again, like little splashes of sunlight coming through a blanket of foliage, with slim arms and legs revealed beneath short sleeves and pants.

As expected the doe jumped, her ears twitching up and her shoulders going rigid, and she jerked her head to look away from him. This time Raul remained where he was – she came up to me, of course – and continued watching her, taking the opportunity now to take in the rest of her form and figure, and really get a whiff of her scent. He was reminded of the probable reality, if I can smell her like this, and I can smell myself too, then surely she’s got it way worse off standing right there… and after a moment the doe coughed as though to get his attention, twitched her head to the side a little bit, glanced at him sideways through the edge of her vision, looked away again, then looked back once more.

She swallowed visibly, her lips pursing together, her jaw lifting, her throat pulsing with the movement. Her ear flicked. “Can I…” Her voice was low and soft, barely more than the noise of the wind in the trees after the breeze died down. “Can I sit here?”

What in the world is… A little self-conscious, Raul straightened up and folded his arms in a little bit, though still kept his elbows hooked over the back of the bench. He motioned to the spot beside him. “Be my guest.”

She ducked her head and started moving around, the coyote watching her as she did so. Still she moved like a nervous animal, keeping her arms close to her slim chest and her legs, ears flicking this way and that to the sides and behind her, wide eyes always moving, always scanning the surroundings, never resting on Raul himself for long. She glanced at him again, reached down towards the bench, lowered herself down – he couldn’t help a little smirk at the way her tail fluttered – and then settled in, ankles crossed, hands in her lap, before scooting just a little bit closer to him.

Raul tilted his head a little bit. He had expected her to say something, but instead the doe seemed content on just avoiding eye contact again, twiddling her fingers in her lap, looking out across the vista, all the while sitting close enough to him that he was really starting to become self-conscious about the aroma wafting off of him. He cleared his throat gently, swallowed, looked away, drummed his fingers along the back of the bench, after a moment looked back, and was just about to glance away again when he noticed that now she, too, stared at him.

She caught his gaze, jumped, and glanced away, but this time seemed to force herself to turn back to him a moment later, leading with her ears first, then her muzzle, and then her eyes. Her lips parted open just a little bit.

“You’re… the one from earlier.”

Raul waited for her to say more. She didn’t. “...Yeah.”

“May I… ask your name?”

This time the coyote crossed his arms in front of his chest. The doe twitched again as though surprised by the movement, and turned her head a little bit closer to him – with her nose angling down toward his shoulder.

“Raul.”

“Raul?”

“Ah.” She paused, hands moving from her lap to lightly grip the edge of the bench beneath her thighs. She uncrossed her ankles and kicked her legs slowly back and forth.

Raul tilted his head the other way. “...You?”

“Oh. Um. I’m Evelyn.”

“Evelyn. That’s a cool name.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I… picked it myself.”

That got his attention. Ears perked, the coyote straightened up, blinked, and lifted one leg to cross it over the other, allowing himself to turn to face her more fully, and pushing his arm up onto the back of the bench. Evelyn once again jumped, eyes going wide and immediately jumping to that lifted arm, but then she relaxed a bit and settled back into place.

“You picked it?” he asked, trying not to speak too forcefully. “That’s super cool.”

“Oh! Oh, um… yeah, I… didn’t like the one I had, so I just…” She shrugged. “Got a new one.”

“Damn.” Raul rubbed at his muzzle, once again turning to look out over the view. “Why didn’t I ever think of that.” So I guess there’s more to this gal than I might’ve thought. Not everyone would’ve had the... gumption to just go and do something like that. And then there she was back at that other spot, jumping and twitching like she’s scared of her own shadow, and then here and now still doing the same, but going out of her way to talk to me, and-

And when he turned his muzzle back to her she jerked back, the doe having leaned a little bit in towards where Raul had rested his arm over the back of the bench. Her surprise ricocheted through her body and she forcefully looked forward again, though the coyote managed to catch the fervent little twitching and wiggling of her nose.

He blinked but said nothing, tilted his head, then purposely lifted that arm to scratch at his nose, once again facing forward. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he watched Evelyn beside him; she waited a second and then turned her muzzle just enough to keep an eye on him in turn, specifically following the movement of his arm, then down towards the underside. She lingered there when he rested it across the back of the bench, her tongue flicking out across her lips for just a moment, and when she thought that he was looking away, Raul noticed her nose twitch as she sniffed.

Then did so again, and again. And she leaned in a little bit closer, and did so again, a slower, more deliberate drag through flared nostrils…

The coyote suppressed another smirk and shifted again, just enough to make her scoot back into her original posture. “Damn,” he rumbled, “it’s hot out today, isn’t it?” And then he lifted his elbow way up, paw coming in to make a show of wiping the sweat from his brow, bare underarm angled right towards Evelyn beside him. He kept his eyes mostly closed but still watched her, and this time could not miss how she fixated right there underneath, where he could feel the steam pouring forth, where each movement no matter how small caused another few beads of sweat to jostle free from the thick, coarse puff of his underarm fur.

“Um…” She leaned back as he lowered his arm back down. “Y-yeah. It… it is.”

Raul scooted downwards on the bench a bit, spreading his legs further, and now pinched the front of his shirt. Slowly he started to flap the material, pushing little puffs of warm air up through his collar and, undoubtedly by the way her nose twitched all over again, down through the sleeves along his arms. “Just a… real fuckin’ scorcher. I’m just – dripping…”

From there he lifted his arms up over his head again, this time entwining his paws and giving voice to a wide, languorous stretch. Raul twisted his upper body away from Evelyn and then back towards her again, pulling his fingers up over his ears; he gave himself a few wiggles, this time trying to waft some of his unwashed scent towards, and was pleased to see her lean in a little closer again.

Once more she licked her lips and swallowed. “Y-yeah. Yeah, me… me too…”

On the way back down he bumped his elbow against her, once again making her jerk back, and then offered the shy doe an innocent smile. “Oh, sorry. Anyway, I think I’m gonna continue on. Y’wanna join me?”

Evelyn blinked. It seemed like it took a moment for her to come back to herself, ears and tail twitching as always. “...Oh! Oh, um… yeah, sure, I’ll…”

Well, here goes nothing. Time to roll the dice. “But, before that…”

Raul looked away, but still he could feel her eyes on him, and the anticipation tingling between both of them. He swallowed, then gradually lifted his arm near her.

“D’you wanna, uh…” He reached across his body with his other arm and tapped two fingers there beneath his bared armpit, pads squelching in at the sweat-soaked fur, bits of it crusty where it had started to dry over… and waited for Evelyn’s response, still looking the other way.

...Time to make a fuckin’ weirdass perverted fool of myself, I guess. God, I’m never gonna be able to come back here again.

“...Or…” His ears flicked back, and his confidence faltered. Slowly, he started to lower his arm again. “Sorry. I was just – I mean, I thought I saw you looking, and – I’m sorry, I skipped out on showering today and yesterday, and-”

And then suddenly he could drop his arm no further – since Evelyn seized his elbow in her hand. Surprised, Raul looked over at her; she held his gaze for a moment, then glanced away, and then once again forced herself to look him in the eye, and from there deliberately looked down to his armpit. And then, bit by bit, she lifted his elbow back up.

“Can…” It seemed as though she spoke to the sweat-soaked tuft of fur underneath, rather than him. “Can I…”

Raul’s heart thumped in his chest. This can’t be happening. “Um… I mean, I was offering, so-”

Then just as quickly as she had grabbed his arm, the coyote’s body jerked to one side with the sudden shove of her nose right up underneath his lifted arm. His first instinct was to clamp it right back down, to squeeze down around her trembling body and bury her in damp, dank, swampy fur, laden with the rich, sour acridity of his unwashed sweat, but – it seemed that there was no need to: Evelyn pushed herself as deep as she could into his armpit, burying her nose among curls of wet fur, nuzzling in so that Raul felt the skin underneath squish inwards beneath her attention.

And then she inhaled, deep and powerful, and he felt the individual coils of his sweat-soaked fur pitch inwards toward her nostrils, tickling with so many tiny jolts of electricity that it took everything he had not to kick his footpaws and pound his other paw against the bench. Evelyn swallowed, shuddered, and sighed out, her tainted breath sizzling right down into his sleeve, and then reached up to roll the similarly dampened fabric down a little bit further. She shook as she did so, tail flicking and wagging like a living creature all of its own, and turned her head this way and that as she dug inwards.

“Okay.” Raul reached over and tapped her shoulder. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me – just-”

She drew back, shock and fear in her dazed eyes, and the coyote marveled at the way his sweat had already begun to visibly darken the pelt around her nose and lips. He gave her what he hoped was an encouraging smile, then reached down to grab the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, wiggling that arm out from underneath, then raised it again-

-and without even waiting for his invitation Evelyn closed the distance, this time with her head tilted the other way. Her nose came back in, digging through the thick bush of wet fur; and then he felt her lips part, and her jaws open, and then she closed her lips against and around his armpit, sealing herself in place as she suckled the slick, salty sweat from his fur. Yet again he had to bite his lip to beat back the squirms and gasps of the tickling, the doe’s tongue flicking back and forth, dancing through the fur at first and then settling in to the roots, pressing in against his skin, dragging up and across. Every time she swallowed he could feel her breath hitching in her throat, the stench of his sweat tainting her exhalations so that each time she breathed out, he just took in another waft of his own scent issuing forth from her flared nostrils.

“Um…” Raul swallowed and glanced the other way. “I was going to apologize for not wearing any deodorant – but I guess…”

When Evelyn hummed in gentle delight, the vibration of her voice and breath tickled along the soaked fur of the coyote’s underarm. “You’re fine,” she purred, a thousand miles away; “I’ve never liked the way… deodorant tastes, anyway...”

Again and again she swallowed, now moaning softly beneath her sighs. Her shoulders trembled, her tail flicked, and for a moment she lifted a hand, letting it hang there in the air; Raul watched it, unsure what she was going to do with it, and then was pleased and still a little bit surprised when it shakily lowered down towards his spread legs.

So he spread them a little bit further in encouragement, and then when still she hesitated, he gently took her wrist and lowered it down further, making sure to scoop her hand up between his legs instead of pressing down from on top. He turned her fingers suitably as well, and felt her suckling pause and then redouble when the doe attempted to shovel around his loose, sagging sack through the material of his shorts, her breath – his scent – issuing out in another tepid moan, her fingers wriggling back and forth to try to coalesce the loose, pooling skin from around his balls.

Still he couldn’t help but wince with each drag of her tongue across his sensitive armpit, that thick tuft of fur likely styled into a smooth, clean sheen by now. A sticky mixture of sweat and drool dribbled down his bare chest, but as if sensing his thought, Evelyn dove down to lick it up and buried herself deep, snuffling, sucking, slurping, swallowing – moaning, shivering, and squeezing, rolling his balls back and forth across her fingers and in her palm, digging the heel of her wrist in against the front of his sheath.

Raul chuckled softly; his pants had started to get tight as soon as she had scooped her nose up underneath his arm. “Y’know,” he murmured, with a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody was coming, “I wouldn’t mind if – you were to-”

As soon as he released her wrist to tug his pants down in front, the doe peeled herself away from his underarm, gave a few open-mouthed swallows, and then suddenly was kneeling on the concrete slab between his legs, shaky hands pulling at the waistband of his shorts. Raul lifted up to allow her the access, watching with his mouth open: gone was the shy prey animal he had startled into silence at a bend in the trail earlier, and instead here was a ravenous, hungry beast who eyed his plumping sheath with adoring eyes, her mouth dripping with sticky beads of his sweat, both of her hands scooping up underneath his dangling balls, rolling them together, tugging them forward – so that she could then purse her lips against them, take a deep breath, swirl her tongue around, then again… then suck one into her mouth, moan around it, lower herself further, and bring the other in as well.

But still Evelyn wasn’t done, her tongue dancing and swirling underneath Raul’s sack where she had pulled him into her maw, sucking the sweat out from his fur just as she had done beneath his arm. Her eyes fluttered shut and her back arched, each moan tickling through his balls now draped along either side of her tongue, now pressed up to the roof of her mouth, now squeezing tensely together as she swallowed around them, then swallowed again, then parted her lips to sigh out, then pushed forward to bury her nose against the side of his sheath-

-Jesus fuckin’ Christ, it feels like she’s – trying to literally swallow them -

-and then she let them slop back out from her mouth only to lift up and grind her nose right against the lip of the coyote’s sheath, supple sticky skin parted open around his growing arousal. Even from here Raul could see the clinging ring of gathered sweat and scent, and then in another moment he couldn’t, as the doe made sure to smear it across her upper lip. With one hand she bunched the dank, slick folds of his sheath together, squishing them into an overlapping mess over his revealed tip, and then moved in to bury her already smeared, stained, sticky nose right in the center of those folds, and took a deep, hungry, indulgent breath.

With a steady moan Raul dropped his head back again, all of his nerves tingling, his hips bucking gently, his tail wagging. The coyote’s ears remained perked to the sound of this doe he had met literally just a few minutes ago taking deep drags from both around and inside of his sheath, peeling his skin away from his shaft inside, digging in with her nose and tongue both, sucking the scent out of him – and then refocusing her efforts back down to his balls, now starting to drape down into the spaces in between the slats of the bench. Again she slurped out with her tongue, at first dragging them forward, then pursed her lips in against the loose, sloppy skin and sucked, drawing them right back in to where they had been before.

Hell of a feeling, the coyote thought, once more biting his lip. He lifted his hips up again, both of his balls in Evelyn’s mouth, one of her hands smearing his own sweat and musk back and forth along his shaft, the other having lowered down between her own legs. Raul kept one eye slightly open so he could watch her, seeing the way she flicked her ears and focused on his presence; it seemed his balls rolling around within her mouth worked her up as much as his scent did, and then she kept on curling her upper lip where she had smeared his sheath against her nose as well, and just as she picked up in her pace on stroking him, so too did the movement of her arm between her own legs step up as well. And, shit, who needs another bottle of water when I can have this instead…

The further she went, the deeper she went as well. Again and again Evelyn swallowed around his sack, drawing him deeper each time; she stopped just short of literally gagging on his balls but then still tugged back with her lips tight for good measure, pulling his heat-loosened skin to its limit, and then dove right back in to draw the extra sag into her mouth and once again squish her nose up against the base of his sheath. Each breath came in through his thick, damp pubic fur, and then puffed out again down between his legs; he had no choice but to thrust in rhythm with her stroking, the bulge of his unswollen knot growing out within his sheath – and kept there, he noticed, by skilled placement of her forefinger and thumb

Panting softly, trying his best to hold himself back, Raul lowered a paw towards her, paused, tilted his head… then continued in, running his fingers back along her cheek. To his surprise Evelyn this time did not jerk or jump or anything like that: instead her amber eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, the greasy, red-veined meat of his fully hard cock resting against her nose, the doe’s cheeks pouched out as she continued to suckle the sweat from his sack. She swallowed once again, moaned out through her nose along his sheath, then closed her eyes again, and now focused both hands at her length, one squeezing and rubbing his sheath, the other sliding back and forth and playing across the tapered point of his tip.

Raul grunted, jerked, and moaned again, tension beginning to build. Quick little spurts of liquid pre jetted out between Evelyn’s fingers, the first few spraying out into the open air above her, the remaining deliberately caught against her hand so that they soaked into her pelt instead. She squeezed there at his tip, worked out a few more squirts, then smeared that warm, salty wetness right back down across his length, and then came back all over again, squeezing his sheath around his steadily growing knot, deliberately pushing out little caught bubbles of air among frothy slime.

Bit by bit Raul dug his claws into the already scarred wood of the bench. His shoulders bunched, his back arched, his teeth gritted; one of his legs kicked and he tried not to bump the doe with it, but it seemed as though she never would have noticed anyway, once again with her nose digging down into the slick, sticky lip of his sheath now stretched taut around his knot.

“Hey,” he managed, breath catching in his throat again and again, “hey, I’m – gonna-”

Evelyn’s eyes fluttered open again. “Mm…” She pulled back along his sack, letting his balls bunch up at the inside of her lips, still sucking, still pulling, and then let them pop free – but wrapped one hand around the stretched span of skin first to maintain that tension, tugging firmly enough that she pulled down at the base of Raul’s sheath as well. All of that pressure continued to build up, hot and rich and intense; through bleary eyes he watched as she deliberately aimed his twitching, bouncing tip towards her face, catching each squirt of fervent, eager pre across herself, her other hand once again having returned to its proper place between her legs and inside her own shorts, swirling, digging, rubbing-

-and then it all spilled over and Raul bucked against her and then back, balls pulling tight where she held them, hard cock bouncing up into the air and flinging the thick spurts of his load out across the doe’s snout, then over her shoulder. One of those spurts splattered across the rocks; the next sprayed out and disappeared down the slope somewhere; the third and fourth decorated her bare shoulder, the fifth again coated one side of her face, and then she parted her lips and rested his still-twitching tip across her tongue to catch the last few dribbles, working fast and hard between her own legs, sweat-stinking breath shuddering, shaking, breaking – until she, too, bucked where she knelt, nearly pitching herself forward between the coyote’s legs, the force of her own orgasm ricocheting through her sleek, slight body.

Both panting, the mixed aroma of sweat and sex and sheath wafting up around them, for a moment each held still with Raul draped over the back of the bench and Evelyn nuzzling up between his legs, catching her breath as usual through his thick, saliva-dampened pubic fur. Gradually she slid her other hand out from beneath her shorts, glanced at it, and then shook it out, and from where he sat Raul could see the ropes of loose wetness flinging free.

“God…” He licked his lips. “Fuckin’ damn… I guess I… shouldn’t have apologized for nearly running into you, back there…”

Evelyn rumbled softly, her lips buried between his balls. “I… tried to get your attention,” she murmured, words muffled by his spit-soaked fur, “but I wasn’t loud enough, and you’d already gone off. I could – smell you, there, after you left…”

Raul reached down, peeled his sticky balls away from a spot on his thigh, and then took the opportunity to plop them directly down across the doe’s snout. She moaned again and shoveled up underneath them. “I’d apologize for that again,” he said, “but, I mean-”

Just then, though, her ears swung upwards again and she bolted upright, a few strands of stickiness hanging from her lips and his sheath. There was that deer in the headlights look again, eyes wide, nose twitching, tension bouncing through her bunched muscles – and she stood bolt upright, taking a quick moment to fix her shirt and her shorts. The latter of these were now perfectly on level with Raul’s muzzle when he raised his head, and this close he could see the dense, damp stain soaking through the fabric, and could smell the rich warmth of her arousal and finish.

“Someone’s coming,” she murmured, then busily started wiping at her mouth. “We should, um-”

The coyote glanced back over his shoulder and saw not only someone, but a fair group of hikers trudging up the hill. He cursed under his breath and wobbled to his shaky legs, then shimmied his own shorts back up, his still mostly-hard cock quickly sticking to the fabric and staining through where his sweat hadn’t already, the extra sensation making him shiver. “Oh, shit, um-”

“Are you able to run?”

Raul blinked. Evelyn held a sticky, slimy, sweat- and sheath-smeared hand out to him, ears perked and eyes still flashing over his shoulder.

“Run?”

“Yeah. Trust me, this entire spot reeks of-”

“Coyote dick?”

She giggled softly. “More, um, coyote pit, but yeah, that’s there too. I come here regularly; we can take a shortcut down the slope a bit and circle back to around where… where you first saw me, and then-”

Raul took her hand and bustled down the trail, her grip soft, gentle, yet warm. “And then we can get back to the parking lot, where you can give me your number?”

This time Evelyn gave him no chance to second guess his attempt. He heard another little giggle from behind him, in between the scuffling of footpaws and hooves across the dusty ground.

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