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Coming straight out of her home studio - that being her bedroom - after an intense practice session was not the best time for Keedee to meet someone new. Much less someone like him. That small and slim hyena was dressed down in her sweats, her chest tightly bound to keep from bouncing in her face as she danced, wiping the sweat off her brow, and beneath her arms, with a towel. It wasn't the most flattering way of presenting herself to anyone, much less someone totally freaking hot and also sitting right there in her living room holy crap. The chaotic mishmash of instincts that was the runt of a hyena, someone who was as much as fifty percent zebra despite looking entirely like a spotty cackler meant that laying eyes on a tall, handsome, muscular lion stud all of a sudden, after such exertion, had her tripping over herself, going from flighty, to fighty, to giggling with alarm as a wave of pure, unfiltered horny hit her like a truck. It almost knocked her over.

The three of them had just been sitting in the living room, sprawled out and relaxing the day away, but Michael had felt some sort of anticipation in the air ever since he'd arrived. His new friends had been very nice to him, giving him no reason not to trust them, but some sixth sense of his could detect mischief that particular lazy summer afternoon. A lion like him always had to be at least a little cautious around hyenas like Kamili. It was nothing about his species. He was just wearing a mask of trouble everywhere he went, and Mahiri wasn't much better. She was no hyena, but that leopardess got swept up in Kamili's scheming with ease, giggling like the best of them. Kamili was doing his best to hide the grin on his face when he saw his twin sister react so strongly, but it was a losing effort.

"Oh ... uh ... well. Hi!" Keedee blurted as she laid eyes on that handsome cat. "I don't think we've met and I'm Keedee hi I guess you probably knew that what are you doing here on my couch not that you're not welcome I just mean it's nice to meet you or whatever I'm trying to say."

Michael couldn't do much more than blink a bit, needing some time to catch up to her breakneck speaking pace. Eventually, he offered a smile and a nod, perhaps a bit confused by how immediately flustered she seemed. But maybe she was just tired after her workout. She was still holding her towel when she flopped her way onto an open spot on the couch, across from the lion. He was trying not to stare at her, but she wasn't putting in the same effort, casting him a deep look that was more than just undressing him with her eyes. She looked like she was trying to x-ray him with a mere glare. He cleared his throat, and waved to her.

"Hiya. It's Michael. Good to finally meet you. I've heard a lot of good things!"

"You haaaave, have you?" She looked suspiciously over at her twin, then just nodded a few times. "Right, I mean, thank you! So um. Whatcha guys talking about?"

She attempted to downplay everything that was happening to her in his presence, but she couldn't help keep glancing over at the golden-maned fellow. Whenever she thought he wasn't looking, she was sniffing at the air, trying to catch a little of his scent. Her own was much more noticeable, both the results of her workout, and the rising arousal she felt as she sat there across from her 'mortal enemy' of sorts. She hadn't in her entire life met a single lion who had treated her badly for being a hyena, and yet she still got all wiggly whenever she was around one. Especially a big one. Michael was a young, muscular example of his species, and she kind of wanted to taste him. A lot. She at least managed to keep a hold of herself well enough to keep from drooling as she observed him.

He hadn't missed the attention, but had to admit, he had no idea what to do with it. Part of him wondered if she was in on the joke too. Maybe they liked watching the big cat squirm. It probably would have been inappropriate to reciprocate right in front of her twin brother, but he definitely gave her a few glances now and then. Her scent was more than apparent, and he loved it. There was something so sweet and girly to it, something warm and cute, like she were a giggly little chocolate chip cookie. The conversation stayed casual for the moment, but all through it, he could feel the heat rising, the tension building, until he too was starting to struggle not to show his interest. It would have been pretty weird to get a boner right in front of his three new friends, right? It wasn't fair. Keedee could be as wet as she wanted, and they weren't going to know. Aside from the obvious arousal wafting through the air. Kamili and Mahiri didn't notice, or they were pretending not to.

"So ... you're a dancer?" Michael finally asked, trying to keep things casual.

Keedee's response was just under a shout. "Yeah!"

"That's really cool!" Michael was finding himself speaking louder just to match her exuberance. "Would I recognize you on stage?"

"Well! Um. I'm not sure if you'd like the kind of shows I do, but, maybe! You'd have to be looking for me. Sometimes I'm part of a group! Or just in a mask! You know! The emphasis is on the singers of course, we're just there to make it all a bigger show."

"I'll have to look for you! I bet you really know how to move."

She got a grin on her face just to hear that, flattered that he might watch some pop music just for a chance to spot her. Unfortunately, she left Michael to wonder if he'd offended her somehow, just for how abruptly she fell silent. There was nothing wrong. It was very much the opposite. But as she tended to do, she was finding herself quickly getting enamoured with the big cat, and that meant she didn't even know what to say. The somewhat awkward tension persisted in the room for a while, and neither Mahiri nor Kamili were doing anything to cut it, until Michael's phone finally gave a merciful buzz. He moved to check it, and he wasn't even lying when he said he had to go.

"Sorry everyone. Sis needs me. But hey, let's hang out again sometime soon, okay?"

"Yeah!" came Keedee's response before the other two could say anything.

They nodded too, and with that, Michael gathered his things and departed, doing his best not to think about that cute 'yeen, and her big endearing smile. She hadn't been remotely at her 'best' in terms of outfit or hair or whatever else. And he didn't care in the slightest. If anything, meeting her while all sweaty and mussed like that was making him bite his lip just to think about her as he made his way to the apartment building's elevator. Meanwhile, she was having a great big huff, folding her arms over her chest, sticking her tongue out at her siblings and friend.

"Not even fair! You could have told me you were inviting over a hot lion! I would have done my hair, or at least put on something that wasn't covered in hyena sweat! He probably thinks I'm a total mess all the time."

Kamili reached over and gave his twin's shoulder an affectionate shove. "Oh yeah? You think his first impression, after seeing you all hot, flustered, and blatantly horny was to think you're messy?"

Kee shifted her eyes rapidly. "You don't know I was horny. You have no proof."

"Oh, no, we definitely knew." Mahiri shot her a smirk, and then gave an elaborate show of sniffing the air, drawing in the scent with a sweep of her hand as if she were sampling perfume. "Honestly, it's kind of turning me on too. You wanna make out or something?"

"Ugh!" Keedee threw her hands up in the air with exasperation. "You two are the worst. Also, yes."

Kamili was soon treated to a show as the spotty cat pounced upon his twin, and set to starting the process of relieving all that pent up tension that Michael's presence had inspired. A soft fem-cat wasn't exactly a lion stud, but she'd certainly do in the meantime, if nothing else to ensure that Keedee didn't work herself up into a frenzy from which there might have been no escape. But it definitely wasn't the end of her needy state. Especially since they'd already made plans for her to hang out with that lion again, and soon. This time, at least Keedee was going to have a chance to actually dress up in something that didn't make her look like a total disaster.

Just a few days later, and she was looking at that handsome fellow from across the table of a cafe. Kamili wasn't there to save her either, though Mahiri was. She was only slightly less trouble than her twin by then. The soft cat hadn't said much, other than to prompt the lion and hyena to chat to each other. And of course that meant she was trembling down below, soaking wet, clenching tight with the rising need to have that maned stud just leap across the table and ravage her right there in public for everyone to see. If they could feel the level of need coursing through her veins, they would have surely understood. The worst part was, Michael wasn't making it obvious if he'd noticed or not. They were going on about music and movies, and maybe there was a hint of flirting in his tone, or his eyes, but she just wasn't sure.

It wasn't for lack of interest. His nonchalant appearance was the result of a highly concentrated effort on his part. Her scent was intoxicating. Overwhelming, even. But every huff of it was sweet. He knew if he thought for even a moment about how good it would have felt to have that soaking wet hyena pussy wrapped around his cock, he wasn't going to be able to control himself. There was something primal between the two of them. It was far more than the remnants of an ancient rivalry. It was a pure, animal need to be with one another. But how could he express it without scaring her off? She seemed so nervous, so easily excitable and prone to giggling if remotely worked up. He didn't want to come on too strong and send her fleeing in a panic. The right moment would come, even if it meant tormenting the both of them with the mounting anticipation of that one, perfect night together. There was no doubt that it had to happen. Someday. Not yet.

He had to leave again before things really boiled over. It was partly for needing to make it to an actual appointment, and partly for knowing he wasn't going to last much longer in the presence of the spotty temptress. He couldn't even explain it. She was cute, small, nearly a foot shorter than him. The nice side of him just wanted to wrap her up in his arms and keep the delicate little thing safe from deadly predators. Like himself. But there was another side. Something about her brought out his wildest, most aggressive urges. He was paying his bill and shuffling out the cafe with his head all full of images of her naked body, slammed up against a wall, or pinned to the floor, while he absolutely demolished her. He wondered what kinds of sounds she would make.

"I think he likes you," Mahiri teased, once she was sure Michael was out of earshot.

"Really?" Keedee snapped out of it when she heard the leopard's voice again. "I can't tell if I'm just boring him, or turning him off ..."

"Kee." Mahiri reached out and put a hand on the hyena's own. "I don't think you gotta worry about that. Hey, maybe something will happen soon? You never know..."

The hyena shot the leopardess a look of disbelief.

"Don't tease me like that oh my god you don't know what it does to me ..."

"Oh, but I do." Mahiri sounded a bit like Kee herself when she giggled. "You're cute, 'yena."

The worst part was, Kee knew something was coming, she could feel it in her very bones, but she didn't know when. That was why she nearly leapt out of her clothes on the spot when she got an unexpected series of rapid notifications on her phone. She'd been casually strolling down the sidewalk on the way home from a dance lesson, a few days later. She was all sweaty once more, ready to get home and just collapse, when suddenly Mahiri was spamming her with short, urgent texts. Reading them out of order just made things even more confusing.

_Forget you saw that! Don't tell anyone! _

Wait, wrong person!

Hot beefcat, post-rubs. :)

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The picture didn't pop up right away. Kee stabbed her thumb at the screen to see it before it was deleted or whatever. She was pretty sure she knew what she was going to see, but she wasn't actually prepared. The snapshot filled out her phone's screen, filling her eyes with the luminous sight of Michael himself, sprawled out on his back, arms behind his head, wearing nothing but a towel. His well-carved muscles were glistening with the coating of warm massage oil, and even relaxed like that he looked like a chiselled statue. The lighting was just right too, making it look like he was glowing, like he was made of molten gold, and she had never wanted to just lick her screen more than she did right that moment.

She wasn't going to make it home. Damn it, Mahiri. Maybe Kee was being paranoid, but it sure seemed like that cat had sent that along for the express purpose of making her too horny to even walk home. Her legs were already feeling a little weak after an intense workout in the studio, and once the clenches and soaking wet arousal hit her, she felt like she was made of jelly. She needed a wall to lean against for a while, standing there, curling her toes into the bottom of her dancing shoes. The look on her face was as obvious as they came, her eyes narrowing and losing focus, her tongue flopping from her lips, starting to pant and even drool on herself a tiny bit. She was huffing steam as if she'd already been fucked senseless, but that was all just the result of the flood of lust that was making her soak through her panties with the juices of her insatiable need. It became a serious consideration in her head whether the relief was worth possibly getting arrested for furiously fingering herself on a public street.

Willpower was not exactly her strong suit, but she managed a valiant display, staggering her way home, looking like she was deeply intoxicated. Every rub of her slathered thighs together was just making her twitch and clamp down all the more. She was biting her lip hard, until her eyes were watering, whimpering as she waited for the elevator doors to open. From what she knew, Kamili was out that night, so she had the apartment all to herself. Good thing too. The first thing she was going to do as soon as she got through that door to safety was to fling herself onto the nearest comfortable surface and relieve some of that ache by any means necessary. She just had to manage to get her key into the lock first. In a state like she was in, even the mundane act of shoving a stiff key into a cold steel lock was strangely erotic to her. But she was thrown right off her frantic rhythm when she tried to turn the bolt, and found it was already unlocked.

Her ears perked up, and for a few seconds she was on high alert, ready to confront a possible intruder. She wasn't sure what a small hyena like her was supposed to do about an armed robber or whatever, but if all else failed she certainly knew how to bite. Such extreme measures didn't prove necessary. As soon as she cautiously cracked the door open, she caught wind of that distinct scent, and she knew she didn't have to worry about a stranger. In an instant, she was transformed from nervous young thing to feral, cackling maniac. She kicked the door open and threw herself into her own living room, barely remembering to slam it shut behind her before she was barrelling towards the lion stretched out on her couch, laughing all the way, leaving him for just a moment with his eyes wide as he saw that horny lunatic charging him at full speed. Just what had he agreed to?

She launched herself into the air when she was close enough, soaring across half the room in the wildest pounce she could give. It wasn't like a tiny thing like her needed to worry about hurting a big strong lion. He grunted as she slammed into his chest, finding himself modestly pinned as she grinned and wiggled her way into his lap, getting her ass snug atop his bulge. It took him just a moment to seize back control, taking her by the wrists, and pinning her hands to her own hips, gripping tightly to steady her for at least long enough to speak.

"You know, they said you might be in a mood. They told me all about how you get when you're horny. But I have to say, they solely unprepared me for just how wild you are." Then a smirk came to him, and he sat up, pushing his chest against hers. "I take it you've been thinking about me like I've been thinking about you?"

Keedee wasn't thinking in words anymore. She responded with a series of shrieking cackles that were the equivalent of screaming incoherently in his face. Even another hyena wouldn't have been able to understand them. He got the idea.

"Okay. But once I get going ... I'm gonna get rough. I bet you're tougher than you look, though."

Keedee finally managed to speak, through gritted teeth.

"Please don't make me beg."

A part of him wanted to tease her. But he could smell her lust. He could feel the tension in her muscles. She might well have exploded if he didn't give her what she desperately desired. And what sort of guy saw a gorgeous lady, just aching, trembling for him, drenched with need, and held back? He knew he couldn't control himself any longer, and neither could she. If he didn't satisfy her right that very moment, he was going to ruin everything. So he pushed her. A good, solid shove to the chest got her down on the couch, pinned flat on her back as he got right in her face, showing his teeth, taking that manic grin of hers and turning it into a much less aggressive, open-mouthed whine at the display of power.

"I wouldn't dream of it. And I'm not gonna stop until you're done."

It was tempting to just rip right through her clothing with his teeth and claws, to fling flutters of fabric over his shoulder, but he had to admit, he didn't know her that well. Maybe she wouldn't have appreciated it. Even in his feral state, he could find some semblance of restraint, tugging her out of that sweaty outfit, getting her down to her binder and bra, then her panties. That cute girly pair was clinging to her cunt to the point of being translucent, soaked until barely there, the patterns invisible, the black lips of her pussy shining through. He didn't mean to tear them, but as soon as he looped his finger into them, they were simply coming apart like wet newspaper. That left her fully exposed but for on top, and as much as he wanted to bury himself balls-deep inside her on the spot, he managed a little more patience to get her topless before he really set to ravaging her.

A squeeze to her breasts, filling his palms with one of them each, and he was already making her moan. She felt so delicate in his grip, but the aura of need she was exuding was so potent, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He started off their long night generously. A dive of his head, and he was lunging between her thighs, stroking his mane along her soaked spots while he pressed his muzzle right up against her sopping sex. He could honestly say in all his life, he had never seen a wetter pussy than the one soon under his nose, putting out the thickest, most pheromonal scent he'd ever huffed. And how he ever huffed, pushing his muzzle right up against her twitching lips, giving her a deep kiss followed by an extended sniff of her sweet, rich aroma. It wasn't often that he wanted to just inhale someone like that, but Kee, she was something special. Something worth savouring, feeling intoxication falling over him until he was dangerously lusty. He wasn't sure if he could be held responsible for his actions anymore.

He wasn't sure if it was a favour, or simply prolonging her torturous wait when he slipped his tongue across her folds, working back and forth to slowly spread her up and get a taste of her gushing depths. His senses were flooded with her flavour in an instant, to the point he almost recoiled. But he wasn't going to let her shake him that easily. He proved to her how perfect a fit he was for someone of her extreme desires by shoving his tongue right inside of her, bringing out a screaming laugh from her open jaws as he toyed with her, plunging that tingly texture into her aching depths. That was enough to make her lose control of much of her body, setting her to flailing and kicking, even landing a few blows against his bulk. He had to grab her by the thighs just to settle her down and keep from getting kicked in the head. It wasn't hard. For all her wildness, it didn't take much to overpower her. He could hold her down just fine.

As hard as he was, he was going to take his time, even if that meant delaying their fucking by a few precious seconds. He ate her out with sloppy curls of his tongue, digging deep, feeling her clenching and twitching around his slurps. There was power to the way she squeezed down on him. He could hardly wait to find out how she felt wrapped around his dick. One good lick, and another, and another, and he was making her scream like she was being murdered. The noise was ear-splitting, but he endured it with the knowledge that it was her approval, no matter how violent it sounded. After eating her out for a full minute, his face was completely slathered, clinging with a thick coating of hot hyena juices, leaving his fur flat and smooth, glistening under the lights. He rose up, swiped the back of his hand under his eyes as if wiping away tears, and then gave an approving rumble. She responded with a yip, writhing, jumping about there on the couch, looking like she were having some sort of concerning fit. But he spoke her language well enough by then.

Maybe the moment called for some sort of comment. He didn't bother. She wasn't using anything that resembled a word, and so he wouldn't either. While she projected that manic laughter, filling the room with her crazy whoops of excitement, he responded to her in kind with some vocalizations of his own species. First there was a gruff grunt, then more or an enduring snarl, that motorcycle rumble that vibrated the couch beneath then, spreading the sensation to her squirming form. She stared at him with those bright, vibrantly blue eyes, and he couldn't think of anything more but absolutely annihilating her. He'd never felt that kind of aggression before. Maybe there really was some remnant of his ancestors left in his instincts. But he didn't want to hurt her. He wanted to give her exactly what she wanted, until she couldn't take anymore. His every muscle was tense and bulging with the surge of adrenaline that fuelled him towards a lusty fury, leaving him rushing his way out of his shorts to present her with a thick lion cock, one dripping with the essence of his want for her.

She didn't get to look at it for long. He was pouncing on top of her in a moment, throwing his weight into her own. A lion like him knew how to pounce just hard enough. He was in control of his actions, still showing off that feline precision despite how worked up he was. But once he was on top of her, locking his teeth around her soft throat, and slipping between her thighs, all bets were off. He didn't think anymore, he just did, letting instinct guide his body. She helped too, wrapping her legs around his waist so tight he had to be momentarily amazed at the strength in her little body. It still couldn't compare to his of course. He laid on her, pressing her palms to her wrists, holding them above her head while he found his way to his mark. His cock slipped and slid over the excessive lubrication that dribbled down her lips, until he felt himself snugly slipping between her folds, penetrating her in a smooth, steady motion. He didn't stop until his balls thudded against her sex, her laughter partly muffled by the mating bite clamped around her throat.

None of it made her so much as flinch. Maybe she was a small example of her species, but the legend of hyena toughness lived on inside her. She took his cock without so much as a scream, clenching her thighs around his waist, digging her toes into his back as she held on tight, doing her best to strap him in and keep him from ever pulling out. As if he'd even consider such a thing at that point. He felt the embrace of her overflowing sex all around his dick, savouring the sensation for just a few sweet seconds before pulling back with the loudest squelch imaginable. To say she was wet was to say the ocean was deep. She was like fucking a bottle of lube, complete with all the same ludicrously lewd noises to go along with even his slightest motions. He didn't let that slow him down. Even if it meant painting himself in her delicious juices, he was pulling his hips back, flicking his tufted tail, and lunging forward, again, and again, fucking her like he was trying to fold the whole couch in half beneath the weight of his thumping thrusts, and she simply held on and cackled her way through every second of that salaciously sloppy sex.

Michael was hardly seeing. She was a vaguely spotted blur before his eyes. He navigated purely on his other senses, feeling himself guided by his own urges, pounding that hyena like she were nothing more than a toy. Maybe he hadn't known many of them, but stories always endured. Hyenas could withstand anything, or so they told him. He held nothing back, and didn't dare slow down. His stamina didn't flag for a second. Even if it meant becoming something more like an escaped animal, clawing at the couch, biting at her soft body, squeezing her, pinning her, panting right down her throat as he released his grip on her gullet to wrap her entire muzzle up in a messy kiss. She wasn't to be completely tamed, shoving her tongue right back as he mindlessly fucked her. Their collective sounds become muffled, echoing within each other's mouths, their saliva mixing just as much as their instinctual cries. Snarls blended smoothly with sharp cackles, leaving them vibrating, writhing, clinging to one another with such ferocity that for just a few moments, Keedee seemed like the lion's equal, displaying such strength that he could feel his back lightly bruising from the pressure of her paws digging into his muscles.

He couldn't let her get any sort of advantage. He had to show her he was in control. At least, those were the thoughts that jumped into his head the moment he felt the slightest hint of resistance. Some coherent part of him was still thinking about consent and all that reasonable stuff, but the primal side, the part of him that was pure, relentless lion, it kept repeating the same thing. She's not getting away. Not until he was done with her. Seizing her by the shoulders, he lifted her right up off the couch with ease, leaving her dangling from his muscled form like a scarf or other fashionable accessory. He let that moment drag out for just a few seconds, though it felt like longer. Just staying stuffed there inside of her, feeling her clamping on him, desperately milking on his cock with need, it tested every trace of willpower in his body. He didn't contain himself for long. A snarling lunge, and he was bodyslamming her right back down on the couch, sending a shuddering thud throughout the entire room, shaking the pictures on the wall as he drove his dick inside of her all the way to the base, giving her a harsh slap with his balls as he peaked his way into overdrive.

The last few thrusts were the harshest, bringing him into a frenzy that even he found a little frightening. He hardly recognized the feral beast he'd become. His fangs were on full display, gleaming, dripping. He was drooling on Keedee as he rutted her to a shared climax. The first hint of finishing from his cock, that rigid, telltale flex, was enough to set her off like a bomb, leaving her exploding outwards with a juicy, gushing, splattering orgasm that made a puddle out of both of them. It left her squeezing down so tightly, he was forced to slow those jabbing thrusts, burying himself deep and just holding there, letting her massage him to a peak even greater than he was already achieving. He could feel his balls swelling, tightening up to his body, his right leg twitching, his lips curling back to show even more of his long fangs as he erupted inside of her hot cunt, shooting lion cum straight into the sopping wet hyena's womb, savouring in the feeling of her squeezing on his dick, squirting on his belly while he heated up her insides with pure stud-lion seed.

They made so much noise together that his ears were ringing for a moment when they came down from the mountain that was their shared ecstasy. His cock still throbbed inside of her, and she still trembled all around it. They weren't moving much anymore, but for the occasional twitching of their muscles. He was rumbling. It definitely wasn't a purr. Now and then she managed a giggle, but mostly it was just an extended groan coming from her open mouth. Her eyes were open, but he couldn't see much in the way of thought coming from them. Those cute blues were glazed over with something better than bliss, locked on some inconsequential spot on the ceiling, not reacting to any of his movements. He remained inside her for a time, simply observing that soft, spotty body, and the devastation plain upon her face. He liked her expression. It was something to be proud of. And he knew he had to preserve it at all costs. So when he saw her starting to move her lips, doing her best to remember how to speak, and form a single syllable, he simply had to take drastic action.

She wasn't allowed to recover so quickly. He'd just wrecked her, or at least fucked her hard enough to nearly break any other female. But there she was, slowly coming back to her senses, the return of her lust apparent in her eyes. He wasn't having it. Before she could manage so much as one word, one letter, he was making her yell as he yanked himself right out of her pussy with the wettest pop possible, sending up a bubbling splash of his cum to soak all the way down to her knees as she laid sprawled beneath him. Her eyes widened with fear when he grabbed her, but it was the good kind. It was the kind that made her clench and squelch and drip as her lust reignited all over again. It was never gone, merely dismissed for a few seconds after that cataclysm of an orgasm, and it was back, stronger than ever. He hardly knew what to do with her, so he simply followed his whims, hardly being careful with her body in the slightest. A pull, a squeeze, and he simply picked her up and threw her to the floor, following behind in a snarling lunge to pounce atop her from behind like he were ambushing his prey.

For a moment, he almost went too far. His teeth were sharp. Her neck was soft. And she didn't have the same amount of scruff as a lady cat. When he latched on with his fangs, he clamped down hard enough to make her yip. Only then did he relent, reining it in for just a moment to at least ensure he wasn't hurting her. His teeth never pierced her skin, but they probably left a mark, locked there onto her sensitive skin while he mounted her from behind. Maybe mounted wasn't the proper word for it. It was more like an attack, treating her as if she was resisting even when she absolutely wasn't. Even so, he restrained her, pressing his chest down on her back until her arms wobbled and she couldn't hold herself up anymore. One hand went to the back of her hair, and he dug his fingers into the soft locks, pressing claws to her scalp, pinning her there with one cheek pressed flush to the floor. From there, all he needed to do to complete the total domination was to penetrate her again, as he humped, rubbed, and smeared all over her soaked thighs and rump in search for his target.

It wasn't the most elegant grinding, but it helped him find his mark in time. A good rumble came with his slipping into her cum-filled sex all over again, bringing a whiny giggle out of her that sounded delighted and alarmed all at once. He felt like he was already starting to get a better sense for what all those hyena sounds meant. That one definitely meant "fuck me," and he wasn't going to keep her waiting. Even if he'd already tenderized her with that harsh pounding, he started all over again, finding his momentum built much more quickly thanks to the waterfall of excessive natural lubrication pouring down her thighs. His own creampie splattered out with his strokes, or got rammed deeper, and that was just part of the mess. Her juices meant he was gliding along with every stroke, slamming in with ease, yanking back to the very tip of his cock only to lunge forth again with a snarl. Making that much noise just seemed to make sense, as he turned himself into a muscular blanket, wrapping his arms around her chest, squeezing deep into the padding of her tits, pinching at those firm black nips while he chomped and nibbled on the back of her neck, slapping her ass with his sack, fucking her from behind, enveloping her in his warmth, rutting her until she wasn't even laughing anymore.

His range of motion was somewhat limited by laying almost the entirety of his body weight on her back, but there was plenty of room to fuck her. She was squirming beneath him, letting him feel every muscle of her body flexing against his own. He flexed back, pressing his carved abs to her spine, grinding his whole form against her bare fur while he plunged his dick beneath her tail, thudding in and out, making her booty shake with every slam. He hugged at her spots like he owned them, smothering her in lightly sweaty lion, sniffing along her neckline while he nibbled at her shoulders. Eventually he was too caught up in rutting her for such subtle motions, locking onto her thin scruff again and holding tight, grunting sharply with every lunge, the hot air of his breath passing over the back of her head. Somehow, that was even warmer than all the rest of him, the heat bringing a little wiggle to her hips. There was something about that sensation she loved, even amid the brutal lion-fuck she was getting, shaking her whole body, leaving her to just squirm and endure every ferocious thrust into her tight pussy.

The sounds were only getting lewder, somehow managing to top each excessive squelch, building to such a crescendo that the lion wasn't even sure if his roars could cut through the gushing cacophony. He was assaulting her with sloppy pounds, demolishing her, and what she lacked for verbal approval, she showed with just how wet she got every time he slammed into her, shaking her body from toes to nose, leaving her skull rattling with the tremendous impact of his hips to her backside. It might have been painful for someone not as tough as her. She just welcomed the bashes of his body against her, tensing up her muscles, doing her best to lunge right back against him to make sure he thudded slightly harder every time he buried that thick lion dick between the black folds of her sex, splattering out with such a mess that she ought to have been dehydrated by then. But she wasn't stopping for anything, and neither was he.

Pinning her flat was one thing, but he wanted to make sure she felt every sensation she possibly could. Her body was easy to manipulate when she was trembling towards screaming ecstasy, leaving him easily able to pull her into whatever position he liked. Part of him wanted to show her off. No one was watching, or at least they presumably weren't, but it was the thought that turned him on. Taking some of his weight off her back, he instead trapped her in a hug, putting her on her knees, displaying her as he fucked her, squeezing, claiming, digging his fingers even deeper into her soft tits. There was more room for her to flail, and she made use of it, writhing about, squirming with his every slam as the impact sent tremors all through her spots, rattling her from butt to breasts, leaving her tongue to flop about as it hung from her, flinging a few drops of spit with every smack of his balls against her body. Eventually, her wild wriggling grew more subdued, her energy finally showing signs of fading as she slumped back against his taut chest, letting the lion take total control of her body and her pleasure.

He knew she was going to cum her brains out for him, but maybe he could push her just a little farther, make her squirt just a little harder. So he didn't just nibble her anymore, as he felt her inner contractions building speed and intensity, giving him that rapid massage he simply couldn't resist. He bit, opening his jaws up wide, and locking them around her entire throat until his fangs were digging into the soft front. It was much like the bite a feral lion might have given his prey while taking it down, and he locked just tight enough to make it hard for her to breathe as climax rushed forth like an oncoming train. Every tingle, every sensation was made all the more intense as her head began to spin from the lack of air, bringing the fight out of her writhing muscles, leaving her to slump and let him utterly claim her as he spanked his nuts against her spots, driving her to another climax mere minutes after the first.

Maybe he was still in control of her, but she had a hold on him right back. No one could have possibly resisted that the constant clench of her kneading pussy, rubbing him towards climax faster than he might have liked. Those muscles were still plenty active. It didn't matter too much. He just had to make sure that they both hit their peak as hard as possible. He picked up his pace until he was a golden blur, a frantic, rutting beast slamming against her ass, leaving her sliding along the floor a moment before he yanked her back into his clutches. His last few thrusts were full-force, full-weight, throwing his whole body into it, keeping her from gasping or screaming with the tight grip of his teeth, leaving her unable to breathe even as that climax surged through her body. He came inside her as she writhed beneath him, seized to the point of paralysis by the amplified pleasure crackling like lighting through her nerves. Every part of her body was climaxing along with her cunt, and he rode that clenching cackler all the way through it all, getting milked by her wet contractions, pouring so much cum into her womb that her belly was starting to show some visible sloshing and stretching, as if he'd already knocked her up. He wasn't sure how well it worked cross-species like that, but in the moment, he felt as potent as a god, bloating his precious plaything until she wobbled with the gift of his fresh, hot seed.

Only when he'd emptied every single drop he had to give did he release her throat. She gasped out, heaving for breath at first, but she steadied surprisingly quickly. Somehow, she still wasn't broken. He'd fucked her with all his might, and he had to have had 100 pounds on her. Every trace of logic said she should have been wrecked, should have been a drooling, whimpering puddle on the floor after two rough lion ruttings. But as he slowly pulled out of her steaming sex, pouring his jizz all over the floor as it fountained out of her stretched slit, he was left tapping his chin, considering just how to proceed next. Oh, he could fuck that hyena pussy all night if she could take it, but looking her over, at how soft her fur looked, at the pretty dots of her chocolate chip spots, he was starting to think she'd look a whole lot better with his cum all over her. It took him a few moments to remember how to speak, mere growls escaping his throat at first until he came down from that instinctual high that had compelled him through two relentless ruttings.

"Mmmrrrr. Good 'yena. I bet you'd do anything for me at this point. Well." He took hold of his cock, giving it a shake, a thick coating of their mixed fluids clinging to his fat inches. "I want you to have a good, deep taste of me before I return the favour. Because you are delicious, Keedee."

He barely had to touch her to guide her to where he wanted anymore. She could read his intentions before he made them obvious. One little nudge to her shoulder, and she was flat on her back, sprawled and spread out for him. His cock twitched just to look at her that way, tempted by the prospect of just fucking her all over again. But he was pretty sure he could make her cum for him without even having to do that. She had such a soft, gentle face for a hyena, even when that crazy excitement illuminated her cute features. He wanted to put his balls on them. So he did, mounting over her again, sitting just below her breasts, pinning her as he ran his fingers through her hair, taking a good hold of her locks to tug her close to his dick, smearing it all over her face. He marked her down with cum and her own juices, getting her fur smoothed out with the essence of their fucking, before shifting forward, treating himself to a little indulgence, grinding his sack from her chin to her lips to her nose. That was where he lingered a while, rubbing himself against her, feeling her so eagerly sniffing away, letting her bask in that delightful lion musk for a little while, until her lust had become ascendant.

She was licking without even needing to be told, and for just a moment he was overwhelmed by the sheer sloppiness of a thick hyena tongue working over his balls. Maybe she didn't have the rough texture of a feline, but could she ever slurp, dragging her tongue back and forth along his sack, pressing right in between with surprising strength. He dragged himself slowly back, sliding his cock aliong her nose and lips, finding the tip of her wriggling tongue and grinding on it for a while as he made his way back, presenting her with the dripping tip. Two good cumshots hadn't slowed him. Even dripping the remnants of his precious climaxes, he was already producing a thick supply of precum, getting ready for the next. She drank it all down, cleaning it from his cock as she worked those lips to kiss and adore on his lionhood. A little closer, and she was latching on, taking a firm, sucking hold and not letting go, encouraging him to just push deeper and deeper, sinking sweetly into the warm muzzle of that hungering hyena, giving her exactly what she wanted, what she needed to taste.

For a time, he simply let himself bask in it, listening to the dull schlurp of the hyena sucking his cock like it sustained her. She hardly stopped for breath, merely swallowing the mouthfuls of juices she was accumulating with a sharp gasp, and then going right back for more. He kept his grip on her hair, pressing his whole shaft deep between her lips, sinking into her throat without so much as a flinch on Kee's part. She guzzled his dick like she'd been practising for months beforehand, fitting him in perfectly, letting him sink all the way down to the base. He got his balls snug against her lower lip, and simply held that position for a while, testing to see just how long her endurance would last. She wasn't showing any signs of slowing, even as the seconds rolled by with the lion's dick buried in her throat, while she suckled and slid up and down, massaging its every inch with a smooth, sleek, wet maw.

When she finally found herself getting red in the face beneath her fur, she pushed at the tip of his cock with her tongue, giving herself just enough room to catch her breath. He let her puff on his crotch for a while, making sure he didn't suffocate her. He needed her awake for what he wanted to do to her. Once she was relatively back on her rhythm, he took his time sinking his cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat again. This time, he didn't hold it. As soon as he bottomed out, he pulled back, and pushed in again, and again. His balls gave her a smack, and he throbbed in her gullet, giving a spray of lion pre right down to her belly, before falling into a steady pace of fucking her cute face until juices were squirting from her lips. Not all of them were his. Just tasting that thick lion cock as it went grinding its way back and forth on her tongue was driving such a masculine flavour into her senses she couldn't help but drool. Maybe a bit excessively, given the tiny rivers trickling from her jaws, but he wasn't judging. He wanted to make even more of a mess out of her.

It wasn't entirely greedy. Maybe he couldn't fuck her pussy from such an angle, but he could get creative. A little swish of his tufted tail, and he dipped the tip down between her thighs, tickling along her sex, letting the fluff soak in her hot juices as she constantly coated her outer lips with a fresh layer of lube. It only took a few brushes back and forth, sliding in her fluids, to get her moaning. It was little more than tickling her cunt while he facefucked, but every little touch to her engorged clit nearly made her scream. Her thighs were swiftly shaking with the ecstasy fast approaching her, her body worked up to such sensitivity that the smallest stimulation was enough to make her cackle around his cock. That was a hell of a feeling. It was mostly just the vibrations, rather than the sound, rattling all around his shaft while he buried it in her muzzle over and over. When he felt his balls going plump and taut, he made sure he was pointed straight down her open throat, holding himself there, letting her gargle on his pre before his cock went rigid.

A gruff grunt, then a rumble, then a rolling, thunderous snarl, and he was blowing his load straight down into her belly. That snarl rang up into a brief roar, the sound shaking the whole room, even knocking a picture or two from the walls. And meanwhile, the best she could give was a muffled HMMF, followed by rapid, desperate gulping. She couldn't possibly keep up with all that cum, swallowing down as much as she could, letting the rest overflow out of her mouth, pouring over her face until he finally pulled back. He wasn't done, painting several thick ropes across her face before sliding back to give a splatter to her tits, laying a glistening mark upon her bosom. Through it all, he never forgot about her sex, keeping his tail tickling her. Maybe it was that teasing stimulation, or maybe it was just the taste of his seed, but either way she was going off like a rocket, her hips jumping and bucking like she was trying to throw him off of her. He sat right in place and simply delighted in the sight of her cum-splattered face twisting into all sorts of silly, orgasmic expressions, not even flinching when she showed her sharp teeth so close to his cock.

She was left to groan beneath him, her arms and legs spread out like she were imitating a starfish. The dazed look on her face mixed in with her occasional giggles to make her look absolutely stupefied. Those shudders of laughter, small as they might have been, made her whole body jump beneath him, but he kept her pinned. She was exhausted, yes, but she wasn't ruined yet. Maybe partly so. He didn't let her up when he shifted position, instead sprawling his weight right over top of her again. Squeezing her shoulders with his forearms, he made sure she was utterly trapped, completely pinned, letting him get his face right up to hers, projecting a huffed growl into her ears. He saw her twitch. There was something there, some little instinct to toy with, a fear reaction that just turned to arousal once it filtered through her silly, horny mind. She was soaking wet already, all over again, and she was only getting wetter as he breathed a hot exhalation over her face, warmly puffing his sweet breath into her mouth and nose, leaving her to suck it down and tingle, her legs kicking out beneath him while she clenched up tight with renewed lust.

"My turn to taste you. I've already had a good sample. But I want it all. Every last one of your cute spots." He licked her face broadly, slurping like a canine, then sucking on his tongue right after. "Such a tasty little thing. And so trusting, too. All alone with a big lion. You don't even know what he's been wanting to do to you since the start."

As he spoke, he was shifting off of her, making sure not to put any weight onto her body. He still held her down, using a single palm pressed to her chest to keep her pinned, despite all her squirming. It was growing easier by the second. Keedee was left looking at that grinning lion face gleaming down at her, showing his teeth as he seemed to grow farther and farther away. So too did the couch, the ceiling, and everything else she was used to seeing around her apartment. It was all at once transformed in an unfamiliar place. The perspective was all off. And her living room felt like it was expanding around her, stretching out until it seemed endless. Not to mention that big cat. She knew he was bigger than her, but she never realized just how huge he was, watching his face become like a mountain, a cloud above her, the little bits of drool slipping from his jaws like massive raindrops flooding her world. Then her vision went dark, hidden behind his fingers as he wrapped his entire hand around her body.

It made sense then. All those changes, nothing was actually shifting but her. She was so much smaller all of a sudden. And he had her in his grip. Raising her from the floor, he brought her in front of his jaws, clicking his teeth together a few times before breaking into an even more savage grin, almost a snarl. Her heart was fluttering, her breath was coming in short, rapid huffs, and she was so wet she could feel her juices running all the way down her thighs and reaching her toes.

"There you go. Didn't even have to shrink you down as much as some of the others. Such a small little 'yena. Barely even a predator at all. You've always been prey, haven't you?"

Michael's voice had taken on a deeper, richer tone, his teasing becoming much more threatening, much more booming. Or maybe that was just how it sounded from her perspective. It made her nervous, of course. Instinctual fear of two sorts was blazing through her body. And it was just contributing to arousal so strong it turned her manic. She wriggled rapidly in his grip, breaking into shrill cackles as she shook all over, absolutely gushing with how horny it made her to tease her with mortal danger. Not that he was teasing. He made sure to affirm that.

"I'll admit. It's a bit of a species thing. I see a hyena, and one part of me thinks, they look so fun, so lively. I want to get to know them. But there's another part of me." He drew his tongue along his lips nice and slow for her, producing an audible scritch of that rough texture rubbing along soft skin. "There's a part of me that wants to put every hyena I see somewhere deep in my gut, to feel them squirm inside me, to digest them ... "

Her cackling was only getting louder, shaking her entire body with convulsions of hysterical arousal. She couldn't say a single word, so he just went on.

"And you, Keedee. You're no exception. I am ravenous for you. Specifically you. Right this moment, there's no one else in the world I want to eat more than you. So I'm going to. You always knew you were going to end up being a lion's dinner, didn't you?"

She was curling her toes, digging her tiny fingers into his palm, but no part of her was struggling. All the thrashing was simply her expressing that soaking wet horniness resonating through her body like an aura. He was hard. She was soaked. And both of them only grew more aroused when he opened up wide to show her his maw, those shining depths laden with spit. He brought her closer and closer, listening to her cackling away, until he muffled those sounds by smothering her face right against his tongue. A press of his thumb against the back of her head kept her relatively silent, letting him feel the vibrations of horny hysterics as she continued shaking with laughter. Then he opened up his fingers, curled his tongue between her thighs, and pulled her in, immersing her all at once in the sweltering confines of his mouth, leaving nothing but her cute little paws sticking out between his lips as he sealed them around her ankles.

"Mmm ... you are one tasty girl, Keedee. Like a sweet little chocolate chip cookie." His words were a bit muffled around her, and they blasted in her face like they were amplified. Every movement of his tongue had her slipping closer and closer to his undulating gullet, her muffled shrieks and whoops barely making it out of his mouth. "I want to remember this moment before you're gone."

The light flooded in again as he opened his jaws up wide. The air outside was almost unbearably cold, and the brightness got even worse when he snapped a picture, illuminating the confines of his jaws with the phone's flash. He took a few more shots from other angles, turning the hyena in his mouth over with his tongue, getting a good look at her saliva-soaked body. She could only wriggle there, clinging to his tongue, trying not to slip to the back of his throat as the shutter clicked away, capturing evidence of his indulgence for him to keep. When he was done, he set the phone aside without looking at it, and closed his mouth again, letting Keedee dwell in the warmth, in the wetness, and most of all, the anticipation, leaving her absolutely spasming with excitement while he held her there, letting her stew in the knowledge that he could swallow her any time he liked.

It was tempting to just go for it. He even made a few false swallows just to tease her with that impending oblivion, tilting his head back and letting the saliva flow over her body as she teetered closer and closer to the grip of his throat. As soon as it grabbed her, it would all be over. He held off a little longer, pushing her to once side of his mouth with his tongue, squishing her to the inside of his cheek so he could suck on her like she was a piece of candy. There was just so much flavour to take from her, and he ended up giving her whole body a thorough massage with his maw, suckling her until she was utterly soaked with his spit. He dragged his tongue back and forth along her back, between her thighs, over her face, making sure to curl it and get at her every detail. He could hardly get over just how good she tasted. Sweet and enticing as a treat, just making him hungrier and hungrier the longer she lingered in his maw. He made sure to give her no more than a light nibble with his teeth, keeping that tasting going for as long as he thought she could endure, letting the excessive schlorping echo in her ears until they were ringing with the slippery sound of the drooling lion savouring her like fine wine.

She was whimpering before long. It wasn't even laughter anymore. She was groaning and yipping like she were in pain, the ache of need and lust growing too strong even for her. There was no fear, or at least none that didn't turn her on. She accepted everything that was going to happen to her, as if the words he spoke were absolutely true. He waited until those sounds grew so desperate they weren't even pleasant anymore, and then he finished the job with a single gulp, giving no warning at all. It was simply a toss of his maned head straight back, flinging her upwards, turning her sense of gravity upside down, then pushed at her pussy with with tongue, shoving her into his throat to flex hard around her body, kneading and forcing her straight down into the humid darkness in a single massive ULLLP that sent her down into his body along with a tidal wave of accumulated drool.

Getting swallowed whole was the ultimate in forbidden pleasures for a depraved half-prey like her. She squirted all the way down, pressing against the kneading peristalsis with the frantic twitches of her body as she reached an orgasm that had her simply screaming. It sounded like terror, but it was all pleasure. She would have said so, if she could speak at all. But she was busy. She was so caught up in climax that she passed out for a moment, but the dull shock of hitting the bottom of the lion's belly woke her up just in time to realize where she was. She was sloshing in digestive fluids, already half-immersed, standing up tall to at least stay above the surface for a little while. It didn't help that he was moving, jiggling her around with repetitive motions that she eventually recognized as lewd. He was jerking off to the experience of eating her.

Of course that made her horny. It didn't matter that she'd just had a mind-blowing orgasm. Her legs were trembling with the pleasure, with the arousal that flowed through her, knowing where she was, what he'd done to her, who had done that to her. And that he was enjoying it. He poked and prodded at his gut, the slight disturbances sending her all off balance as she shrieked with delight, her instincts giving her the pleasure trip of a lifetime, and he simply stroked himself to the feeling of having her inside him. Just to toy with her a little more, he made sure to speak in a loud, deep voice that resonated all the way down to his hyena-filled gut.

"That's it ... now just stay right there while I digest you. Going to make you a part of this lion's body, hyena. All mine. How embarrassing for you to fall prey to your longtime rival. Maybe hyenas aren't as tough, or as clever as you think you are ..."

It was all too much. She came again. She wasn't even touching herself to make it happen. Her body just did it, squirting out into the juices around her, sending her tumbling backwards, falling into the tingling fluid. She couldn't hold herself up anymore. Her legs were useless and numb with those repeated climaxes. Her mind was spinning. Parts of her were aching. And blackness was encroaching. She held on valiantly for a few more seconds, but even her body had its limits. Passing out deep in the lion's belly meant she could finally rest, and the digestives were quick to work on her, starting the process of adding her cute body to the lion's pudge, while he squirted a few more ropes of cum on the gut she was going to be padding out with her contributions. Satisfied and soaked, he slumped down with a sigh, closing his eyes to savour in the sensation of starting to melt down that sweetheart into lion food, already feeling that warm, fulfilling feeling of a good meal.

When Keedee awoke, she was neatly tucked into her own bed beneath the covers, totally naked but otherwise unharmed. She hardly knew where she was, despite the familiar surroundings. A huge yawn cricked her jaw, and she slowly sat up, blinking her way back to relative awareness. Her instincts took some time to wake back up along with her. Otherwise they would have alerted her to the lion's presence a lot sooner. A little yip escaped her as she jumped in place, bouncing on the bed as she noticed him, nakedly sprawled out in her own bed right next to her, cuddled up to her side and asleep. Or at least he had been, until she made that noise, rousing him from his own slumber. The first thing he greeted her with was a broad smile, before he was reaching out to pat her on the back.

"I'll be honest. I was starting to worry you weren't going to wake up. I don't think I've ever seen anyone cum like that, female or otherwise."

She blinked at him rapidly, as memories came flooding back. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Her cheeks were immediately hot as she realized how carried away she'd let herself become. She'd let him eat her, without so much as a protest.

"Did I ... wow, I barely even remember what I was thinking. I only remember what I felt."

"Good, I hope!"

"God ... I just." She finally giggled. "I get really horny. I guess you realized. So horny that I don't even think about the consequences of letting a lion I've only recently met swallow me whole."

He reached down to pat at his own gut, and a glance beneath the covers revealed he was a little heavier than before. Nothing too substantial, but his tight abs were a little looser, a little softer. Just in case she wasn't already flustered enough. He gave her a little tickle on the cheek.

"You're lucky I'm such a nice lion. You didn't even ask if I had a plan to get you back or anything. Not even a word."

"I knowwww," she groaned. "I just. I can't control what I do when I'm horny. I just need."

To get back at him, she just pounced onto his chest, smooshing her muzzle into his mane to snuggle and smooch at him. He chuckled at first, but soon settled into an arousing rumble, a constant gurgle in his throat like only a lion could make.

"That's good. Because I want to keep giving you what you need. I want to see how deep those prey instincts really go." Leaning down, he licked her on the cheek with a slow, tingly slurp. "I bet you'd love it if I just kept eating you. Again and again. Anytime I like."

She shivered, but nodded her head, already starting to rub her thighs together, pressing her wet sex against his hip. He went on, lowering his voice until it was barely discernible from a growl.

"And maybe one of those times will be the last. You'd never know until it happens. Maybe the next time. Maybe never."

That made her whine, and she thrust her hips forth, already starting to hump at him before they'd even moved from her bed. When she stopped huffing and fussing, she managed to breathe out a few words.

"I just hope you know what you're getting into. I have ... there's just so much I want."

"I'm starting to see that. But no regrets. I'm going to have fun with you, prey-yena."

He breathed out warmly again, making her freeze to the spot, but it wasn't a matter of shrinking her. Instead, he laid a kiss on her lips, and pulled her close, wrapping her up in his strong arms to hold her against his chest while she rubbed herself on him. Maybe he had time for another fuck before he left. Or maybe he was just going to leave her all worked up, to simmer in her own desires until she saw him next. If she even saw him before he struck. He could have been waiting anywhere, anytime, ready to pounce and have his way with her in exactly the ways she lusted for, the ways she dreamed of, the ways she secretly entrusted to her sibling and her close friends. Who had, of course, set up their whole meeting, every step of the way. Maybe she had a thousand kinky desires, but he was confident in thinking he was exactly the lion to satisfy every single one of them, no matter how exhausting it was.