Exploring His Body
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In the clearing of dense forest, there sat a warm lake. The heavy autumn breeze, mixed with the humidity of summer and the impending chill of winter, wafted over the water and caused it to ripple and lap up against the muddy bank. Birds up above tweeted and sung their song in the high branches of the looming trees that surrounded the lake. Reeds sprouted from every angle along the bank, jiggling and swaying in the wind.
From the dense forest came a rustling of leaves, and the foliage parted. From the dark of the over brush stepped a figure: a child, no older than 9, with wide eyes and a searching gaze. It sighed with relief when its gaze met with the clear water of the lake and it stepped out into the sunlight that shone down from above. The vibrant blue and cyan colours of its fur were a stark contrast to the dull tones of green and brown that surrounded it. Bearing nothing but a collar around its neck, the naked child stepped closer towards the water, sliding into a seat against the dry earthy bank.
Its name was Coeal, and for the longest time, it was certain it was a girl. Its features were womanly, its hips prominent, and its nethers...well, that, too, was a conundrum. With no family to teach it, the young 9 year old snow leopard/dragon hybrid was left to fend for itself, to guess who it was. It was frustrating. For the most part, Coeal assumed it was female, and had adopted the mannerisms of such, and even had the body to boot, but without confirmation, it couldn't be sure.
It was then, in that moment on the shores of the calm lake, that it decided it couldn't take it anymore. Its jaw clenched and its stomach quivered with excitement. It wanted to know. At least, it wanted to explore itself, to unlock the truths of its own body.
It had never done it before. Coeal had always been aware of what lay between its legs, what it assumed to be a girlish mound, but it had never really touched or felt it. The hybrid had always just left it well enough alone, hoping that its true nature would reveal itself one day, yet it never did. Coeal didn't have the knowledge to soothe its anxiety about the unknown, but it at least had the courage to explore it.
Slowly, Coeal moved its hand down, trailing its fingers along the fur of its stomach. It quivered a little against its own touch as it moved lower, until its fingers met with the smooth line of its pussy. Its fingers stroked around its slit, its fingers teasing the circular shape of its cloaca, just a little. It wondered how deep it was, how far it went into him. It was curious to find out.
Removing its hand, Coeal brought its fingers up to its lips, slathering them in its own spittle and making sure a good couple of digits were coated in its saliva. Satisfied, its hand returned towards its crotch, and once again, the fingers probed at the entrance, smearing around and spreading the substance around its mound. A tingle of pleasure shot up Coeal's spine and it let out a quiet sigh, feeling the colour rise to its cheeks. It couldn't deny that tingling pleasure, the mere sensation of feeling 'good' encouraging Coeal to explore further.
Its fingers pressed and pushed, feeling the entrance resisting against its digits for a moment, before the muscles loosened and it finally gave way, the hybrids index finger slipping inside. Immediately, it felt the warmth of its own innards, and its body instinctively clamped down and squeezed around its digit. He felt a trickle of pleasure, but more than that, a stab of discomfort. It felt astronomically tight within his inner walls, but it was determined to keep going.
Deeper it plunged, the digit sinking further and further as the discomfort continued as a dull ache. A hiss escaped its lips and its ears flattened down against its head, its tail curling around its leg. It curled its finger and tensed, feeling a sudden spike of pleasure shoot up its spine. With a quivering groan, it continued.
The further its finger delved, the stranger it seemed to feel. As it curled its finger and tried to find some semblance of a 'landmark' inside it's velvety inner walls, Coeal grew more and more anxious, finding more questions than answers. The only thing that was for certain was the strange pleasure he felt, and the way it made his skin prickle with a feeling he'd never experienced before.
Then, suddenly, it felt something, though it wasn't quite what. A pressure formed in its loins and it wormed its digit around, attempting to find the source. It felt as if it were going to burst, and all of a sudden, it did. A trickle of urine seeped from its entrance and surged around its digit, momentarily plugged in by its own finger. Coeal let out a mewl of surprise and yanked its digit back, watching with surprise as a small stream of piss ejected from its cloaca, as it had done many times in its life. It trickled down the bank of the lake and into the water below, and the cub watched it go, the 9 year old's muzzle wrinkling with confusion.
Now anxious about continuing, Coeal wiped its finger on the grass next to it and resorted to just massaging the entrance of its cloaca, where the pleasure seemed to be the most exquisite. It could feel those thin tendrils of bliss seeping over its body again as its fingers circled it's entrance, pushing and rubbing lightly. Coeal enjoyed the feeling it gave it, a feminine purr escaping its lips.
After a moment, it began to feel something as it squirmed: a peculiar burning in its loins, and a mass prodding against the tips of its fingers. Nervously, Coeal pulled his digits back and watched, with surprise, as the mass slid from its cloaca.
It was nothing like it had ever envisioned. It was pink, fleshy, with a notable tip and a sharp, pointed underside. It reached down, tracing the tip of its finger against one of those little spines along the underside of the appendage, and it felt a shiver of pleasure running up its back, a quiet mewl escaping its lips. The appendage grew larger and larger under Coeal's gentle touching, until it seemed to reach a peak, an optimal size. 3 inches of pink flesh protruded from its cloaca expectantly, aching to be touched.
Coeal was only 9, but it had been in the forest long enough to understand the difference between males and females. Females had a bump, an entrance like Coeal had, but males had a tool, a long, fleshy implement that they used to spread their love. Coeal's nose wrinkled into a frown as it attempted the mental gymnastics of the conundrum in front of it. It had a twitching appendage like a male, but an entrance like a female. Coeal remembered that a number of males had sheaths, hidden things that had the appendage inside of them. It was then that it came to the realisation: It was a male.
A sigh or relief escaped his lips at the deduction and he relaxed back, feeling a swelling his heart, along with a worrisome dread. He had thought he was a female for the longest time, and even expected himself to bear children at one point, but he had been wrong. He had a slit like the reptiles of the water, or the birds in the sky, but he had a member like the ravenous wolves that lived on the far side of the island. He looked down to his cock again and reached down, pinching the end between his thumb and forefinger. A quiet gasp escaped his lips as the sudden pleasurable sensation and he pressed his knees together in delight.
There was something exhilarating about touching it, something carnal and lustful. His head felt heavy and his cheeks felt flushed, his mind clouded with a haze of a feeling he couldn't quite describe. That haze encouraged him to touch himself more, to run his hands over his own member, to grope and relish the sensations that swam throughout his system. The feminine hybrid leant back and slowly wrapped his hand around his cock, tensing at his own touch.
Slowly, he dragged his hand up and down, stroking his length. He was careful, calculated, but a little clumsy. His fingers ran over the spines along the underside of his cock and they flared against his touch, sending quivers of delicate delight up his body. His stomach twisted at the sensation and a quiet sigh escaped his lips from the feeling. His body felt tense, his muscles tight and hard, his toes curled. He reached up to the tip, which had formed a wedged end, and felt the trickle of something wet.
Removing his hand, he brought his digits to his face, examining the fluid for himself. It was clear, but sticky, hanging between his fingers like honey. He brought it close to his nose and his nostrils flared as he tried to sniff it. It's scent was overpowered by the musk of his own loins, the scent of himself and his own arousal, but he caught the hint of it: it was slightly salty, but otherwise scentless. Curious, he brought it to his lips and lapped his slightly rough tongue against his digits, taking the fluid. He didn't immediately recoil, but he frowned at the salty taste. It had come from him, so there was nothing wrong with it...but he didn't know if he liked it all that much.
He looked down to his member again, staring as some more of that fluid oozed from the end of his member, trickling down the underside of his cock, where it clung around the tips of those fleshy spikes. He smeared his finger around the tip again and collected up some more of the fluid, playfully smearing it around his cock, making it feel sticky and warm. He stroked his member again and was mildly surprised to find that the fluid aided his touch, making it easy to slide his hand back and forth. More notably than that was the increased pleasure from his easier, quicker movements.
He moved his hands away, his curiosity and playfulness getting the better of him. He was a dexterous sort, and particularly good at it, too. He bent his legs inwards as he propped himself up on his elbows, briefly straining and he turned his paws inwards towards his cock. His heels met with his pelvis and he pushed his paws up against his member, encapsulating it in the warmth of his fur and the touch of his silky pawpads. He shuddered from the sensation and curled his toes, trying to push his paws down further.
He slowly masturbated himself with his dexterous hind legs, closing his eyes and drowning himself in the overwhelming eagerness and desire that he felt coursing through his body. He could feel the gooey wetness of his pre-cum against his own paws, slicking up his movements around the pawpads. It was hard to get the right angle, but it was still doing the job relatively well.
The more he stroked, the better it seemed to feel. After a little while of stroking with his own paws, he began to feel a sensation like no other, a feeling that was new to him. A knot formed in his pelvis, growing in intensity the more he stroked himself, yet he seemed unable the stop. The harder the knot grew, the better it seemed to feel, until it was reaching a peak. His breath came out in short, heavy pants as he found himself instinctively picking up the pace, pushing his paws down and pressing them tighter around his cock.
He felt a sudden shudder wash over his body as the knot seemed to loosen just a little, before tightening beyond its limit. Coeal let out a quiet mewl as the pleasure grew too much, and he couldn't stop himself from making a sound. Then, suddenly, the knot dissipated completely, and a sense of relief and pure bliss washed over him.
He pushed his paws closer to his cock as he felt the sudden warm wetness of something against his sensitive pads. He rolled his head back and ignored it for now, a smile playing upon his muzzle at the delightful feeling that swam through his body, at the warm twitching in his loins. After a few seconds, he finally felt the need to move, and he looked down to his cock, parting his paws and widened his eyes at the sight of some slightly off-white, gooey strings that clung between his paws and cock. There was only a little bit of it, but it was enough to surprise him. He guessed that he truly was a man, if he could make this stuff.
He rested his feet down, feeling the familiar ache in his knees when he knew he'd been walking too much. His chest heaved from the physical exertion, his breathing slow and heavy. Once more, curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself reaching down, scooping up a drop of the strange substance from the end of his cock. He watched as it clung between his finger and the end of his wedged member, before he brought it towards his lips, lapping it off of his digit.
Immediately, he recoiled, his nose wrinkling. He stuck out his tongue and spat out the substance, wiping his mouth. It was overwhelmingly salty: the mere taste of it was enough to make him gag. He decided it would be a good idea not to try it again.
Sitting up, he looked down to his member again, watching as it stayed firmly erect, twitching between his legs. He wondered if it was going to stay up forever, but pushed that worrying thought to the back of his mind as he reached his hand down to the member again. It felt a little sensitive and tender, but the pleasure when he gripped his own cock still remained.
Before he even realised it, he found himself stroking his member again, eager to feel the high of his own orgasm for a second time. It was an intoxicating and addictive feeling: he understood now why the creatures of the forest bred so prolifically. He panted quietly again as his hand worked over his own member, his movements slicked up due to the little strings of cum lubing up his member. His fingers caught with the spines along the underside of his member, which seemed to heighten his pleasure even more every time.
He didn't care who heard him now: he was happy to moan and whimper with delight as he pleasured himself, content with being a male, content with having a cock to enjoy, something that was his, and his alone. He could already feel the pressure in his loins forming again from a few eager strokes, and he felt his cheeks flush from the physical exertion as he quickened his place, clumsily stroking faster and faster.
His quiet whimpers soon turned into passionate groans, his eyes closed as he focused purely on the pleasure he felt, and less upon that which turned him on the most. His 9 year old body tensed and quivered under his own assault as he felt the same pressure tightening inside of him, growing more and more intense. He knew, instinctively, that he was close. He also knew that his cock ached sensitively.
He felt the orgasm soon roll over him, and for the second time, another string of cum shot from the end of his member. The young cub quivered and shuddered from the sensations and peeked his eyes open just enough to see the strings of seed splatter over the ground in front of him, each one as thin as a spider's web. He panted harshly, his arm aching, his body tired, but the pleasure hummed through him and made him feel content.
With a sigh, he laid back, looking up at the clear sky above him as his cock rested down against his stomach, tiny dribbles of cum seeping into his fur. He felt as if he could lay there forever and just relax. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and the suffocating unknown of his own species and gender was a thing of the past.
Slowly, he closed his eyes. He could do with a nap right now.