Coyote Trickster

By Silver Sheep

Inside the dimly lit suburban home, four friends had gathered. It was a small party, a celebration of sorts. A coyote named Jess was celebrating his five-month-long NoFrap streak. He had taken the pledge because he had thought that porn had taken over his life. He was sitting in the lounge with his wolf friend Hector sitting on his left, his cheetah friend Tom to his right and his otter friend Nathan sitting on the two-seater lounge to the left of Hector.

"Well, you all remember that bet we took five months ago?" asked Jess.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you lasted that long," said Tom while taking a sip of cola.

"What can I say, I'm the master of my own domain," said Jess, putting on a silly voice.

"Okay, I've forgotten what I agreed too," said Hector.

"Five months ago we all agreed that if I lasted this long with the NoFrap challenge, you all have to pledge to try it for a month," said Hector.

"Sounds easy. I did the Dry July Challenge last year, so it's much like that, but we're not pawing off for a month instead," said Nathan.

"I've prepared a vow of chastity to the ancient God of sex Xal for each of us to recite," said Jess.

"Is it wise to invoke this Xal in the pledge? I don't do occult stuff," said Hector.

"I don't see any feathers on you. I thought you were an alpha wolf and not a chicken?" said Jess.

"All right, what's the pledge?" said Hector.

"I'll go first. I, Jess take this one month vow of chastity in the name of Xal God of sex," said Jess.

"I, Hector take this one month vow of chastity in the name of Xal God of sex," said the wolf.

Hector turned to Nathan.

"I, Nathan take this one month vow of chastity in the name of Xal God of sex," said the otter who was trying not to roll his eyes.

"I, Tom take this one month vow of chastity in the name of Xal God of sex," said the cheetah.

The young adults returned to their drinking and snacking unaware of the force they had just unleashed.

Deep in the lush jungle, inside a temple, a coyote stirred. The coyote wasn't just a mortal coyote but a God. A God in a pantheon of gods. As a God, he could hear the prayers of the creatures who worshipped him, and he could also hear those that desecrated his name. He was sitting on the stone throne in his temple with a small band of worshipers kneeling before him chanting blessings. He rose from his throne and spoke in the ancient language of the Gods. One of the worshipers, a jaguar, stood and acknowledged his message.

The coyote God Xal had been angered and had to intervene in the mortals' affairs. Xal stood nude, proudly so with his plump sheath and full balls on display. His fur was soft and light tan and grey in colour, he looked like a common coyote morph, but this was merely his corporeal form. He could sense the unbelievers across borders far away. They were taking a vow of chastity invoking his name! He could stand those who cursed his name or believed in another God but to invoke Xal, God of sex and male fertility in a vow of chastity was beyond the pale.

Xal bid farewell to his temple priests and shifted into the spirit realm crossing the globe in moments. He peered down at the meeting of the creatures who had just desecrated his name. In his ethereal form, only those who worshipped him could perceive his presence. He wasn't a God of wrath or a God of war, so he wasn't going to slay these heathens. He had his own way of punishing them. He was a trickster god, and he was going to get these mortals to break their "NoFrap" pact one at a time.

Xal waited until the next day to strike. It was 7 AM, and Xal's first victim was starting their day with some exercise. Xal focused on the sporty, spotty runner, Tom. The God manifested himself in a grove of trees near the jogging track where Tom was training. He was wearing a tee-shirt and jogging shorts that matched the club. Xal strode out on the course and began running. He soon found Tom and came up behind him.

As a God of sex, he could read mortal's sexual preferences, kinks, fetishes and even their current state of arousal like a book. There were many ways he could go with this cheetah. He could plant an erotic daydream featuring his deepest darkest desires into the feline's mind. Another option was to just give him a random boner and see if he would act on it. There was no way he could be sure Tom would act on that impulse alone, especially with those scratchy nylon jogging shorts he was wearing. Perhaps that was where Xal would start.

Xal used his powers to slowly modify the cheetah's jogging shorts. He warped and changed the material to become softer and more luxurious. He did so after a few laps ever so slow as to keep his cheetah friend in the dark. Next, he changed the fit warping seems and the size of the cloth so that the impossibly smooth butter-like material rubbed and brushed in a pleasing sensual way.

By the time Xal had finished, Tom's jogging shorts were more akin to a running powered sex toy than clothing. The coyote God was pleased that the cheetah's own motion was enough to tease out a semi-erection. The feline struggled against his random boner. It slipped back in and then out of his sheath. The big cat slowly was losing the battle with the temping sportswear. A lap or so later and his full erection strained into the buttery smooth crotch panel of his shorts.

Xal stayed behind the feline, knowing he now had a full erection. The cheetah looked behind him. No doubt that Xal's presence was keeping him from coming to a halt and stopping the delightful sinful touch of his modified running shorts. Xal couldn't help but grin as he saw his modifications to Tom's sportswear was making him pant for a very different reason.

Tom suddenly tapped his own groin in hopes it would kill off his sudden state of heated sexual arousal. Xal knew that Tom was going to pop soon, and the only way he could avoid creaming his lovely shorts was if he stopped running. The shame of having a fellow club member, or so he thought, seeing him with a massive boner was enough to drive him forward despite the self simulation his much tighter jogging shorts provided.

The trickster God slowed down as the cheetah stumbled. Tom took a few steps forward to arrest his momentum. It was too late to stop it as an intense orgasm overcame the feline. He let out a few muffled grunts, still aware of the fellow runner behind him. It was hard to say if it was the embarrassment of creaming himself in front of a stranger or that his no masturbation pact had failed the morning after he had made it was the greater of the two.

The coyote God came closer and tapped Tom on his shoulder.

"Are you alright buddy, did you pull a muscle?" asked Xal.

Xal bent down and pretended to look at the cheetah's legs. Much to the panic of Tom, who was sporting a massive creamy wet cum stain down the front of his now, returned to regular, jogging shorts. Xal soon stood up.

"Oh, you've had a bit of a Xal moment," said the coyote god himself.

"What?" asked Tom as a bright red blush appeared across his muzzle.

"I know not many are religious these days, but Xal is the coyote God of sex and male fertility. He is a trickster God who plays sexual tricks on mortals. To have a Xal moment is when one finds themselves with an embarrassing erection or..." said Xal gesturing to the situation inside Tom creamed shorts.

The cheetah shoved his paws down to hide his cum stained sportswear when he looked back up Xal had already switched to his ethereal form. He strode away hidden from the feline's mortal sensors.

Xal found his next victim, the wolf named Hector. He was at the local doctor's office. He wasn't sick but getting his annual checkup. The coyote god made an addition to his medical records booking him in for a heart monitoring test.

Xal manifested his corporeal form in an empty patient room. It was a patient room with a medical bed with a curtain, an office desk with a computer and some chairs. It even had an ensuite bathroom. The coyote waved his hand paws over his body. His God powers weaved together a nurse's uniform, just as there was a knock on the door.

The wolf entered, and nurse Xal offered him a seat. Little did Hector know that a plastic sheet with a giant warning label reading "Asbestos Removal - In progress!" appeared on the outside of the door just after he closed it. Xal also discreetly locked the door with his power to make sure they wouldn't get interrupted.

"Good morning Mr Stevenson, You've been booked for an ECG. It's a routine test, but it will take up an hour or two of your time," said Xal.

The coyote trickster walked over to a cabinet and took a patient gown. He walked over to Hector. He gave the wolf the gown and pulled the bed curtains around the room's single hospital bed. Xal listened as the wolf stripped out of his clothes, and soon Hector emerged from behind the curtain.

"Great, Now I'm going to hook you up to the heart monitor. We don't require a super detailed scan, so just the finger sensor is enough today," said Xal.

"Okay," said Hector.

The coyote God pulled back the sheet and watched as Hector jumped into bed. Xal added the finger sensor and covered up the lupine. He pressed a few buttons on the ECG machine and soon it was recording Hector's pulse. Xal reached over his patient's head and passed him a set of canine headphones.

"I'm going to put on the TV while you're taking your test. I'm going to give you some privacy. While I must stay in the room. I'm not allowed to interrupt you in case it invalidates the results." said Xal.

The coyote god turned on the TV that hung over Hector's bed and closed the curtain around his wolf's bed. While the TV was playing a boring talk show now, it would soon be showing a custom show tailored to Hector's sexual desires.

Hector was only half paying attention to the TV as the host was telling a rabbit that they were not the father of some brood of bunnies. He never liked these trashy talk shows. The show played its credits, and a new broadcast appeared.

It was a broadcast of she-wolf gymnastics. This was more like it. While Hector was vehemently anti-porn but he allowed himself to enjoy the petite female gymnasts for all the wrong reasons. The wolf justified it to himself because the sports broadcast was not porn even though he didn't follow the sport only the tight, fit leotard-clad ladies themselves.

There were a few regular clips of the she-wolves performing acrobatics and balancing. Their tight shiny spandex gleaned under the TV lights in the gym. Eventually, there was an interview with one of the wolves that Hector had a practically hard crush on. Sephora Micanovic. She was being interviewed by a sports reporter.

"Sephora, while we usually talk about your Gold Medal wins and your training regime for next year's St Petersburg games. Today we will have some very different questions," said the red fox news anchor.

"Go on," Sephora said in a thick accent.

Now Hector was watching intently. Sephora was his type of woman. Miniature and elegant yet assured and courageous.

"As you may know, some of our male viewers tune into your sport exclusively for masturbation fodder. What do you think about the lonely males touching themselves to your image?" said the fox.

What. The. Fuck? Did he actually hear that question?

"They are better off watching my performance than some porn that degrades women. I'm many creatures' first fantasy. There's no harm letting a paw wander between thighs if it's in service to self-love," Sephora said.

Hector's jaw dropped. There was no way this was real; it must have been a parody dub, gone sexual. The vision changed to Sephora, making some moves on the unparallel bars. Whatever his footage was in was getting to Hector. His lipstick had made an appearance out of his sheath. Soon the TV cut back to the interview.

"What do you think your fans fantasize about the most while watching your gymnastics routines?" said the fox.

"Many, just love my body-type. The slender, graceful form of gymnasts is a preference for some. For others it's a lycra or spandex fetish it's not about me, just my shiny leotard. I know for at least one of my fans who may or may not be touching themselves right now, but they will be after I say this, It's about musk," said Sephora.

"Musk?" added the reporter.

"Even when they have never told anyone in person, I have a nose for sniffing out musk sluts. They are usually wolves who want nothing more than to press their noses into my crotch and sniff. They are like wild feral wolves in a way, hungry for the scent of alpha women," said Sephora.

Outside of Hector's special broadcast, Xal couldn't help but smile as he read the pulse rate increase on his terminal on the other side of the room. All he had to do was slam Hector's buttons a few times, and the wolf was already breaking the anti-masturbation pact.

Hector couldn't stand it; he had to have a quick, discreet paw. He reached down and quickly found his cock and began slowly stroking it. The vision on the TV changed to a much more pornographic version of Sephora's gymnastics routine. Her leotard was now too small for her the camera zoomed into close-ups of her crotch where it showed off her cameltoe. Suddenly a wolf's muzzle appeared on the scene. It was Hector he was there on TV!

The televised version of Hector pressed his snout into the crotch into the too-tight leotard and sniffed deeply. Then he began to lap his flexible canine tongue into his idol's covered sex. Lick, Lick, Lick. Seeing his sex dream depicted on the screen was enough for the poor wolf. His hot wolf cream shot across the bedsheet.

The scene returned to the interview one last time.

"Before we go, is there anything more you'd like to add?" Asked the reporter.

"Oh, yes. NoFrap is nonsense; we are all sexual creatures who have a sovereign right for self-love. That's right, Hector you broke your silly NoFrap pact just now. I know how good it felt cumming while you were thinking about me," said Sephora while she was staring right at the camera.

Hector only had moments to process this before the curtains suddenly opened. Xal drank in Hector's "Hand paw caught in the cookie jar" expression for a moment.

"Those she-wolf gymnasts sure put your heart through its paces," said Xal.

Xal tapped a few buttons on the ECG monitor to show the history of his heart rate.

"This is the part where you blew your load. The heart always beats the fastest right before orgasm," said Xal.

Hector looked absolutely mortified.

"There's no need to be shy. You're not the first wolf who's had a Xal moment while fantasizing about sniffing cooch. Your tastes are very vanilla, darling," teased Xal.

Hector let of a whine. How did this dude know his sexual tastes? He had never told anyone!

"I've got to go darling but remember NoFrap is nonsense; we are all sexual creatures who have a sovereign right for self-love," said Xal before leaning down and kissing Hector's forehead.

Hector had closed his eyes, but by the time he opened them, the coyote nurse was gone.

Back in suburbia, Jess's phone rang several minutes later. He answered it.

"Jess, what species was that Xal God you mentioned when we took our NoFrap pledge last night?" came Hector's voice.

"Xal is a dog umm coyote. Yeah, he's a coyote," answered Jess.

"I-I think I've met him," said Hector.

"Woah, prank invasion. It's a prank bro, it's a prank. Ghost hunters at midnight," Jess replied in a voice dripping in sarcasm.

"I'm not joking. I went to my doctor's appointment and this male coyote nurse..." began Hector.

"Gave you a rectal exam and discovered you were full of shit?" said Jess.

"Jess I think we have angered a coyote God and now he's messing with us. You know those teens that play around with ouija board shit and summon a ghost? That's us now," said Hector.

"Listen, dude, you have been watching too many ghost videos. This Xal sex God is just a superstition. I only put it in our pact because it made it sound cooler," said Jess.

"Well, it's not going to be cool when he gets you!" yelled Hector.

Jess pulled his phone away from his ear and saw Hector had hung up. He let out a sigh and placed it back down on the table.

Meanwhile, Nathan was working at the trade show. He was the model who was helping showcase a modern, fully automated shower.

The otter was wearing a tight surf suit, basically, a cut-off wetsuit with short sleeves and legs. Nathan was comfortable anywhere near the water, so he didn't mind being the demo person. He had done a few runs in the automated shower and stepped inside again.

The shower stall was a sizable glass cylinder with a rounded shower door that would slide closed when in use. As the otter stood over the drain, the shower door closed itself. Above him, a large shower head turned itself on, and warm water sprayed down over his body.

After a few moments six metallic tentacle-like arms came out from trap doors above and below Nathan. On the heads of the flexible limbs were round scrubbing brushes. They began to rotate. The brushes pressed into his body in various locations and began gently scrubbing. Nathan was used to this cycle and stood up in the shower with his arms held high to allow the scrubbers full access to his body.

Suddenly the transparent tube turned opaque. This was a type of smart glass that could change from clear to opaque depending on the settings. Nathan expected the glass to switch back to normal but before it did the scrubbers moved to a more sensitive part of his body. While they did clean his genital region, one particular brush seemed to focus there. It wasn't the clinical pass it had done before but a much more aggressive press. It didn't hurt the otter, it was more stimulating. He brushed away the scrubber, but it had been replaced by another instantly.

Nathan struggled with the bushes for a few moments before they retreated of their own accord. The other brushes did the same, but the damage was done. He was now sporting an erection. The glass turned back to clear, and the otter tried to make the hand paw covering his boner less obviously as the doors opened and he stepped out to finish the demonstration.

It didn't take long for his arousal to subside once he was out on the demo stage again. He was soon showing off a few products to some potential customers and even made a sale or two. The next demonstration for the Aqua-Otter 6000 was coming up again, so Nathan took up his position near the door to the shower.

He stepped inside, and the door closed again. The water turned on, and he placed his arms up high, ready for the scrubbing brushes.

"Coyote Mode activated," came a teasing male voice.

The arms were back, but instead of scrubbers, three of the arms were grabbers. Two of the lower arms snaked around his legs, grabbing and locking them in place. The arm above grabbed one wrist in the grabber and coiled around his other arm. The machine drew both his arms together and wrapped its metal tentacle around them, holding both arms in place.

The machine was firm but gentle; it didn't hurt him and only restrained him. Despite this, Nathan's boner had returned. This very scenario was one of his fantasies. He loved the idea of an advanced piece of tech going haywire and taking charge, rebelling against its owners, especially if made for accidental orgasms involved. The other three tentacles made an appearance their heads had been replaced by… Laser guns! Nathan peered out at the concerned crowd, and his boss, who was frantically pressing buttons on the control console before the glass went opaque.

The laser arms aimed at his body before beams of red light shot towards him. Nathan could feel the heat, but the running water cooled the temperature down before it became uncomfortable. With a precision only a machine could achieve, the lasers were cutting through his surf suit. They moved quickly, drawing their cuts across the material. Moving on just before the lasers cut into his fur or flesh. It couldn't have lasted more than five minutes before his clothing was a pile of offcuts on the floor of the shower.

Nathan let out a gasp of relief as the laser arms returned to their trap doors. In a few moments, the arms returned equipped with the round scrubbers again. The circular spinning brushes raked his fur slowly as if to calm him. Once again, one of the brushes moved lower until it was pressing into his crotch. His cock was loving this treatment and firmed up under the soft bristles. Soon Nathan was panting as the Aqua-Otter 6000 masturbated him. Outside he could hear the commotion as a creature was trying to force open the door.

"The power button doesn't work, the door is jammed and the safety cut off isn't responding." said his boss talking to someone.

Nathan was lost in bliss, the loving scrubbers were working his otter heat, and one was now rubbing his arse. The greedy otter raised his rudder-like tail to give the spinning brush better access.

"The power has been cut at the circuit breaker, and it's still going," came a new voice outside.

"I-it's not meant to operate without mains power!" said Nathan's boss.

"Your employee is getting mangled in there, and you don't know how your deathtrap works! Get out of here,"

He wasn't getting mangled, he was getting pampered and loved. He could feel his orgasm building he was getting close all the while the soft brushes worked his cock and essentially rimmed his tail hole. Just a few more seconds, yes! The machine shut off right as Nathan began to cum. Thick ropes of otter seed thumped onto the glass as the metal arm went slack. The water had stopped too, but most importantly, the glass had returned back to clear. Another rope of cum thacked into the wall of the, now deactivated shower for all to see.

Nathan wiggled free from the slackened grip of tentacle arms. The otter looked out into the stunned crowd scanning the faces of the creatures who had seen his sexual performance. His eyes settled on one. It was the coyote who stood out because he was the only creature smirking. The coyote was watching him, and as soon as their gaze met, the coyote blew Nathan a kiss.
 
Sometime later, Jesse's phone rang again. The coyote waved off his housemate's goodby as they left to grab lunch. Jess picked up his phone and answered.

"Jess, you wouldn't believe what happened. The auto shower I was telling you about when rogue. It went into coyote mode..." began Nathan.

"Oh- Coyote mode. Did Hector put you up to this? Tell that silly wolf his prank isn't going to fool me. I'm going for a swim, call me back when you guys get new material," interrupted Jess before cutting the call. He let out an annoyed sigh before turning off his phone.

The frustrated coyote went to his room and changed into his swim trunks. He moved outside and walked by the pool. He noticed there was a black innertube floating in the water. He assumed one of his housemates had brought it. He climbed into the water down the ladder and swam about for a few minutes. He swam over to the innertube and hopped onto it.

He turned and sat down on the innertube, placing his tail through the doughnut hole in its centre. There he relaxed for a good while. He looked at the house and surprisingly didn't hear any noise from his housemates. They were taking a while for a burger run. Jess adjusted his position on the innertube threading his legs down the hole; it seemed large enough for him to fit. He lowered his body down until his hips entered the inner ring.

The inner ring of the innertube contracted. It suddenly formed a tight grip just below Jess's crotch. The rubber creaked and groaned as it gripped the coyote tightly. He tried to push himself out of the inner tube, but he was stuck fast. It was then he saw the other coyote watching him at the edge of the pool. He was prone but had his chin propped up by one of his arms.

"W-who are you?" asked Jess.

"I'm Xal, you know that coyote god that you desecrated when you invoked my name in a vow of chastity," said Xal in a sing-song voice.

Jess looked around even though he knew his housemates were out.

"I don't know who you are looking for. I arranged your housemates to spend a few more hours shopping with that sudden windfall at the burger joint," The coyote God said his fangs gleaming.

"What? Are you stoned? That Xal dude is just a goat herders fever dream," said Jess trying to sound tough.

"I think you should be more concerned about that clutching doughnut hole and just how good it feels up against your cock," said Xal.

Suddenly the inner ring of Jess's innertube began to clutch and ripple around his crotch and butt. Jess grabbed at the water as he released there wasn't anything between his sheath and the temping black rubber. He looked down and saw that his swim trunks had come off and were floating in the pool.

"I've been busy helping your friends have Xal moments all day. Now it's your turn." said the mischievous coyote.

The clutching doughnut holding Jess in place began to ripple, especially over Jess's fat coyote sheath. The rubber squeaked and creaked loudly.

"W-what's a Xal moment?" asked Jess, almost afraid of the answer.

"A Xal moment is when one finds themselves with an embarrassing erection or suddenly brought to a powerful orgasm," said the coyote God.

The central hoop of the innertube continued to clutch and undulate around Jess's trapped body. Jess grabbed the glossy black rubber. He shoved at the rubber doughnut, trying to push it away from his crotch and down his legs. His paw pads slipped and squeaked as he wrestled with the inflated rubber innertube.

As his neglected coyote cock slid out from his sheath, Jess knew he had to escape this thing before he broke his five-month-long NoFrap streak. He used his canine claws and dug into the ring, hoping to pop it. His efforts didn't go anywhere he was still trapped, and the wet rubber felt too good as it pressed and clutched around it.

"Oh God!" said Jess.

"Yes, my naughty 'yote," purred Xal.

Jess didn't answer.

"You poor darling, five months without release is far too long. See, I knew you like pool toys and rubber, but I couldn't be too obvious. Like, for example, leave a latex catsuit on your bed or one of those giant inflatable huskies you fancy floating in your pool. An innertube was the perfect coyote trap," said Xal.

Xal could see the horny coyote was giving in to the pleasure. The tight grip of the innertube squeezed and clutched at his canine knot. Soon Jess was moaning as the impromptu sex toy brought him closer and closer to climax. The coyote God stared at the squirming panting mortal who was getting ready to cream.

"Yes, yes, yes," said Jess under his breath, the pleasure wasn't something he could fight anymore.

The coyote trap claimed its prize as Jess finally came. It was exhilarating finally to be able to feel his own orgasm after so long. Coyote seed spread out over the middle of the inner tube, and it was quickly lapped up by the water. Suddenly the back sliding door opened and Tom walked into the back yard. He took one look at Xal and one at Jess.

"He got you too?" asked Tom.

"Yep, I was saving this 'yote for last," answered Xal.

Tom carefully approached Xal. Jess could see the feline was afraid by the way the hairs stood up on the back of his neck.

"I just want to say I'm sorry for defiling your name," said Tom.

"It's fine you made up for that this morning. As for this coyote, I'm leaving a parting gift. This magical innertube. It will never pop or deflate, but most importantly if you speak my name, it'll get you off like it just did now. All I ask for in return is an offering of male coyote milk whenever you use it," said Xal.

Tom and Jess turned to one another, but when they turned back, Xal had disappeared.

"Jess, I think your friends would like you better if you weren't so sexually repressed," came Xal's disembodied voice.

"Xal, wait..." began Jess, before being cut off by the innertube clutching his waist tightly again.