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She had been eyeing since the hyena had first stepped onto the subway after her, one spotted arm draped carelessly around the support pole and her short muzzle angled down towards her phone. A flash of bright eyes towards where Cynder sat told the kitsune that she had noticed her, but wasn't putting as much thought into her presence as the other way around. But just watching how she stood there, body slightly angled, short brushy tail swaying out the back of her skirt with the chff-chff-chff rhythm of the subway over its tracks... they had both come from the same club, and for the first minute of the ride Cynder had frowned in thought, trying to figure out who this spotted hyena was. And then when she finally realized, her ears shot up, her tail gave a flick, and she might have blushed, although the several drinks working their way through her system served to eliminate any sense of embarrassment or inhibition that might have set in there.

So instead after a moment of thinking, the kitsune pushed herself up, wobbled in place a bit, and then made the short move up and across the compartment towards where this hyena stood, slightly shorter than her. She remembered dancing face to face with this hyena, getting a flutter deep in her chest whenever her lips peeled back to show a wide, sharp-toothed grin, her eyes always half-lidded as though she were sleepy though her expression, her movements, and especially her scent showed quite clearly the opposite. Some of that still lingered on her now, briefly tinged with surprise as the kitsune sidled up behind her, breath tickling at one of her D-shaped ears, breasts to back.

The hyena's phone screen instantly darkened, and she half-turned her head - then lifted her muzzle as Cynder slid a paw in along her throat. The other came in across her chest, easily finding its way beneath the sports bra she wore to touch and squeeze at pert, firm breasts beneath, first one and then the other. The hyena sucked in a breath, held it, and shivered, then leaned over to rest her head against the kitsune's behind her, breath tinted with the cool bite of alcohol and then the warmer touch of the cinnamon whiskey she had so favored through the night. Slowly she shifted to slip her phone into the handbag hanging over her shoulder, then kept that arm lifted as Cynder ran her paw down from the hyena's throat and across her front and bare belly... and down beneath the smooth, elastic waist of her skirt, short claws making their way beneath that and the underwear she more beneath.

Boxers. That was interesting. Cynder rumbled softly, setting her lips in against the hyena's bared neck and drawing deep of her scent there: more alcohol combined with a softer, higher perfume, neither of these enough to completely cover the deep, rich, musky touch of spotted hyena, heady and intoxicating... and as the kitsune pushed her paw further, fingers spread, she was only a little bit surprised to feel a bump and rise down there, a mound of protruding sensitive flesh poking out from the puff of her pubic fur.

If she was embarrassed she didn't show it, and instead widened her stance a little bit, angled her hips back, and curled that brushy tail as far as she could around the kitsune's waist. Cynder nipped down along her neck and shoulder a little further, now running her fingers and thumb back and forth across that protruding shaft, guiding it forward and down, rubbing as it slid out, and grew, and... not quite stiffened. A moment of interest and confusion crossed her, and she ran her forefinger forward, circled around the head, rubbed in... and then felt that pocket of soft, supple skin broaden to take her in to the knuckle, the interior hot, humid, slick.

That was very interesting. Cynder turned her head to watch the hyena's reaction, swirling her finger around inside and digging deeper, feeling the way this protruding shaft brought her in, squeezed around her, held tight. Another paw trailing down beneath her skirt felt and touched at the surrounding area at the base, and there she finally figured out what was going on - and smirked, slid that paw and finger out from between her legs, and brought them first to her lips and then down to her own front as well. So she was that kind of spotted hyena.

That worked out beautifully. The kitsune's own arousal now twitched and throbbed in the front of her pants as well, and as she continued rubbing and stroking she noticed the hyena gasp, twitch, then reach to tug her skirt down in front. A moment later Cynder felt the cool air of the subway compartment on her fingers again, frowned, then blinked, and then realized what was happening: she had brought this lovely gal's special equipment down and out of her underwear and skirt, hanging down between her legs.

Cynder rumbled again, briefly detached herself to undo her own pants fly, then shifted down a bit... and angled her own twitching shaft up between the hyena's thighs, the sudden humid heat teasing her to widen her stance a bit. A little more rubbing and grinding up against warm flesh, some careful adjustment of the lip of the hyena's not-quite shaft down and back, and then... then they both drew in a gasp, and shivered, and leaned into each other, as Cynder started to slid the tapered tip of her shaft up and inside the hyena.

The way she gripped at her, how this extended shaft pulled in and squeezed around her sizeable length, angling forward, straightening out... Cynder tilted her head back and let out a shuddering sigh of a moan, one paw angled a little awkward between the two of them to clutch the hyena like a penetrable toy, squeezing her around herself, tugging her further back, settling into place - and then slipping her paw around front again once she had wrapped her firm and snug around herself, using each of their weight as well as the hyena's tighter walls to hold her there.

Cynder herself was not poorly endowed by any means. Even now as the two leaned against each other, kitsune lurching forward and hyena pressing back now with each one reaching a paw down to keep herself angled correctly, the front of her skirt lifted forward and away along the end of Cynder's length clutched sweetly inside of her. Standing behind her like this she gave slow, deep thrusts, loving the way the hyena squeezed and clenched around her and pushed back, and then with the rhythm of the subway on its tracks bouncing them forward and together again and again, every little bump and movement making each of them gasp and shiver and tighten.

At one point the hyena let out another sharp breath, scrabbled at her side for Cynder's paw, and guided her up and beneath her bra again, holding her tightly in place there. Chff-chff-chff went the subway, bouncing them back and forth in a steady, breathless rhythm, Cynder digging her fingers into the soft yet firm flesh of the hyena's breast while she kept her other at the base there. Just like a regular cock she could feel each pulse and clench tightening through the sleek flesh and muscle, a firm throb that tugged forward and squeezed back. The scent in her nose, from musk to natural pheromones to alcohol and everything in between, and then the sensation coating her fingers with this light, greasy slickness, the very same that sucked and squeezed back along her length full between the hyena's legs, shifting forward and back, teased from tip right up to the edge of knot... it was the sensation of the subway jerking to a standstill at the next stop that pushed Cynder over the edge, and when she did, she was glad for a moment that they were the only ones in this compartment.

The kitsune tossed her head back at the start of another moan, then felt her legs buck and twitch - and jerked forward, and for a moment the hyena's skirt bounced again with the thrust. She, too, nearly bucked against Cynder behind her, a surprised gasp echoing out just before she dropped a paw to her belly. Cynder twitched and thrust again and again, each one coming with a spurt sourcing from deep inside of her and pumping out, up through this hyena's pseudopenis and deeper, further inside of her. Cynder bent forward over her as well, the doors of the subway just now hissing open, and with a paw braced over hers along her belly, felt each throb of her peak as it spurted deep inside and swelled her full.

The hyena's eyes widened, and for a moment she had to reach out and grab onto the pole beside the two of them as Cynder kept on pumping into her, the kitsune's thick spurts pumping in along her shaft, quick and deep. Her other paw went down to spread around the base there as though in disbelief, then came up to feel at her belly as each successive throb and spurt caused it to slightly, but visibly, swell and pouch out a little bit further, literally filling her to the brim while the kitsune still shuddered and shook in the throes of her peak.

Then, suddenly, the two were no longer alone on the subway, as a handful of other late-night patrons filtered in. Breathless, Cynder straightened up and leaned against the pole, yet made no move to pull herself out; she hadn't knotted the hyena but the girth of her shaft still held tight inside of her nonetheless, and besides - moving apart now would likely result in quite a sizable amount of leakage dripping down between her legs.

So the hyena, also panting and still shaking at the legs, straightened up as best she could, smoothed the front of her skirt down, and rested her weight back against the kitsune behind her. The hyena swallowed, licked her lips, and surreptitiously glanced at someone eyeing them.

"This is my stop," she murmured to Cynder behind her.

"Well." The kitsune gave another little thrust, almost imperceptible as the subway shifted back into motion. "Mine's coming up in three. Guess you'll just have to come over, huh?"

The hyena shifted - and gave a deliberate, intentional clench, the muscles stretched out along her extended walls sucking sweetly at Cynder's still-buried length. "Guess I will."