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When you open the door to your dorm room, there is a shipping package just inside the door.

You give it a curious look and toe it out of the way as you close the door. You didn't have anything on order and your roomie didn't say anything either. Maybe he just forgot.

You pick it up and it has your name on it. No return address, but the label looks legit. Not very heavy, doesn't rattle when you shake it.

It's been a while since the last "Don't open any mystery package you find on your doorstep" scare. And the only way it could get into your room is if the dorm manager opened the door for the delivery guy.

You shrug and grab the snuck-out-of-the-cafeteria steak knife you keep around for opening packages. Worst case, it's a dorm prank. When you have it open and pull off the top layer of form-fitted Styrofoam you see a VR headset.

That's weird. Even cheap headsets aren't cheap by college student standards. Your first guess was a dorm prank by one of your friends but this is a mighty expensive prank. Maybe it doesn't work?

It looks brand new and there are black mesh gloves in a sealed clear bag. You guess they are Bluetoothed to the headset. In the bottom section of packing Styrofoam is a charger and a manual.

Man, the manual is weird. It reads like something written in another language and run through one translator after another until its practically unintelligible. "Partner sex setting set?"

If this is a prank it's an impressive one. There's no logo or brand name anywhere, not even on the manual. You shrug and pull on the gloves. Someone went to a lot of effort, might as well see what happens.

The headset screen lights up as soon as you put it on. Good thing as you found no button to press. PLAYER MALE/FEMALE? You wiggle your fingers and a pointer appears. MALE.

PARTNER SEX SETTING SET and you click FEMALE.

NOLA

MISTRESS TIGER

CARMELLA FOX

BLUE FUR WATER DRAGON

JEWEL

MAID MARIENNE

DRAGONESSE

KIT MANGO

OFFICER EISBAR

GILDA

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You'd be lost without the icon next to each of the names. Some you recognize and some you don't but they all seem to be non-human females from animated movies. JEWEL is Krystal and you wouldn't know that without having "accidentally" stumbled across some furry porn as a teenager. DRAGONESSE is Dragon from Shrek, CARMELLA is from that PlayStation raccoon thief game.

The furry blue noodle dragon is from a more recent movie, you saw the ads but can't remember either her name or the movie's. EISBAR (with an umlaut) looks like the polar bear drill instructor from Zootopia. That movie at least you've seen. GILDA is a hippo that brings back memories of the Madagascar movies.

The others are from before your time but you vaguely remember KIT the lioness from some cartoon about the Olympics and that she was a runner. MARIENNE the fox is from some old animated Robin Hood thing if you remember correctly.

But NOLA...there's no mistaking that icon. Nala complete with bedroom eyes. You click it to see what will happen.

THE LION THANG

THE LION THANG II

COLLEGE DAYZ

College? What the heck? You click it.

-Blink- You're in a hallway with windows to the outside along one side and a door every so often along the other. Without thinking you move over to look in through the nearest door. Lion Thang College must not worry about school shooters because there's a window in the door.

The classroom is full of a variety of African animals. The professor is some sort of big bird with long feathers like quills hanging down from its head. There are zebras, a hippo, and some antelope-type critters. Mixed in with the herbivores are a leopard, several lions, a black and white badgery thing and a few other sharp-toothed animals.

A skinny lion with a ragged mane looks at you through the window and you recognize College Age Scar. Or Scar-Man as all the animals except the teacher bird are humanoid.

The professor bird says something to Scar-Man (or, given the obvious unlicensed nature of this game, SCRATCH-MAN or some such) and he turns away from you.

You try the knob, but its locked. The college student animals are ignoring you and you decide to try the next door.

You pause as you wonder why they ignored you. You didn't see a single human in there. When you look down at yourself you see why. Your avatar isn't human. The gray-green fur and spots seem to mean you're a hyena. You feel your face and confirm it. Muzzle and all. What did the manual say again? "Player fit in setting"?

You're wearing a LTC varsity shirt, shorts and sandals on four-toed padded feet. You thought you were joking when you called it Lion Thang College. Apparently not.

A grumpy-looking cheetah is pushing a janitor's cart down the hallway toward you. It's college, not high school, but when the next door turns out to be unlocked you slip through and close it behind you.

"Is that you, coach?" The voice behind you is a purr and you are sure you know what you'll see when you turn. You are sort of right.

It's Nala all right, a sleek muscular lioness as humanoid as the rest of the animals. She has cat legs, big padded footpaws and a tail with a tuft at the end plus a lioness's face, but the rest of her is more or less humanoid.

She's also nearly naked, with a very skimpy set of shorts and an equally tight fitting halter top. The room is a small gym with a padded floor and she's lying facing away from you, doing stretching exercises that involve lifting her upper body with her legs stretched out toward you. You are looking right at a muscular lioness ass and if it weren't for her tail hanging down between her thighs you would see more than that.

"Ah, not coach," she purrs, and turns to look at you. Definitely Nala. The lioness head on the furry humanoid torso should look weird but it doesn't. It fits the rest of her perfectly.

Her ass is still pointing in your direction and look down to see the same bulge in your shorts that you have in real life. Except your hyena avatar looks to be better endowed than you are.

Damn it, you mutter internally. It's that kind of game. You reach for the doorknob but as anthro-Nala sits up her breasts come into view. They are smallish athlete's breasts but she has two sets.

You've seen female bodybuilders and they aren't your thing but while Nala is muscular it's because she is a lioness. She's supposed to look like that.

The reaction in your shorts only gets more obvious. You don't have to look down to know what's going on down there, your hyena dick is trying to escape the shorts and show off. You shouldn't be embarrassed, it's just a game, but you mutter something inaudible and reach for the doorknob again.

"Hold on," she purrs. She bats her eyes and vivid memories of seeing The Lion King as a teenager come flooding back. Watching That Scene sitting next to your sister was as awkward as this is. What is that saying? "I'm not a furry, but..."

"I like hyenas," she purrs. "All this exercise, sometimes I need to relax. And hyenas are better than lions in some ways. Bigger, and not as...quick."

"Is that right," you...growl?

Fascinated, you watch her stand up. Your avatar feels human-sized to you. She's bigger than that, a full head taller than you are, what must be at least three hundred pounds of sleek powerful lioness.

She smiles a carefully teeth-hidden smile. Anthro Nala is very sexy. "My sparring partner is late. Tell you what, you liked staring at my ass. Beat me, and you can fuck me there."

"Uh..." the bulge in your shorts casts its vote as it strains for freedom. "What if I lose?"

She just smiles and pulls off her shorts.

You start to pull off yours and then pull them right back up. The last thing you need is your erection bouncing around as you fight. You did get a look at your equipment. You apparently have a sheath, one almost fully pulled back at the moment to expose a thick liver-colored hard-on half again as long as the one you have in the real world. That sheath and your backward-bending legs and footpaws are the least humanoid thing about you. Well, except your face, and while you've felt your muzzle you haven't seen it.

She gives you all of two seconds to get your shorts back in place and then throws a sweeping kick at your face.

"Jesus!" You leap back and slam into the wall. Her hands have short, sharp claws like black-lacquered fingernails but the claws that slide out of her padded toes as she kicks are cruel ivory hooks. If she had connected you wouldn't have a face any more.

"Just kidding," she purrs. She stands one-legged and holds her other knee as the claws slide back in. "No claws, I promise."

You kick off your sandals - you have claws too, but they are much smaller and fixed in place.

You think about how to do this. This isn't Street Fighter. It's VR. And it just so happens martial arts are a hobby of yours. You fall into a low stance and come in with a kick of your own. She steps back so it misses - those long cat legs are an asset - and from just outside your reach fires two quick jabs.

You block both and try to grapple with her. You spent two summers with a friend who was into Jui-Jitsu. Maybe she doesn't know how to fight that way.

But she does. She slips out of your attempted arm-bar, knees you (you barely block it) and blocks your follow-up punch. Then she tries to elbow you in the head.

You're pretty sure she's going easy on you. She's twice your weight and all muscle. Maybe she wants you to win. You duck under the elbow, wrap your arms around her waist from behind and knee one of her long, backward-bending cat legs out from under her.

Suddenly she's flat on her belly with you on top of her. She's either momentarily stunned or pretending to be and it only takes you a second to pull your shorts off. The brief sparring match only caused your hyena-dick to retreat halfway into its sheath and it unsheathes again as you straddle her butt. Drop your tip in under her tail -

Before you can slide it in she twists under you. One muscular leg hooks around and catches your waist and now she's the one on top. Powerful lioness hands pin your arms to the floor and she straddles you just the way you planned to straddle her. Except instead of your hyena-dick going up her ass it's pinned between her belly and yours.

You try to squirm free but she has you cold. She's bigger and stronger and bears you down with her weight. Her knees are splayed out wide on the padded floor so you can't even throw her off the way she did you. "I said you could fuck me if you won," she purrs. "You were too hasty."

She looks down at your hard-on and smiles. This being That Sort Of Game you expect her to walk her knees forward and impale herself. Instead she leans down and gives your muzzle a long lick.

You put several things together then, all a bit late. All this time you've wondered how much damage you were doing to your dorm room with this dancing around. Only now do you realize that a VR headset can only do so much. Getting hard from a porn game you could accept, but you shouldn't be able to feel the lioness's belly fur against your dick. And you shouldn't have felt that raspy lick along your muzzle, either.

You'd reach up and pull off the headset but she's got hold of your arms and she's a lot stronger than you are. She looks down from inches away and licks her chops.

"What are you training for, anyway," you growl as you try to wriggle free.

"Competitive eating team," she purrs as she slides her jaws over your muzzle.

Jesus! What kind of game IS this? But as she engulfs your head in her jaws you already know the answer. It's not a game at all. The VR headset was something out of a horror movie. Put it on, do one thing wrong...

Her jaws clamp down and great canine fangs lock behind your ears, keeping you from pulling out even if there was somewhere to go. You feel that raspy tongue bunching up under your chin and you know what's about to happen. It's just that you can't do anything about it. The throat already opening for your greasy hyena nose slides by on all sides as the lioness swallows your head.

Her gullet is coated with a thick layer of mucus that mats down your face fur and slicks you down for easy swallowing. Your hard-on pokes her in the thigh as she knee-walks half a step down your legs, not only pinning them to the pad but leaving room to pull you into a sitting position. With a side to side motion of her muzzle she walks her jaws over your shoulders and hot throat clenches down as she swallows a second time.

The pulse of an excited lioness drums in your ears as your nose pushes through a muscular valve into her stomach. Your face follows and Anthro Nala wastes no time swallowing your upper body. She works her jaws back and forth like a snake and though she doesn't have a snake's inward-pointing teeth she succeeds in rapidly pushing herself over you.

There's just no way to stop her. Your legs are under her ass and by the time she lets go of your arms they are pinned by her throat and jaws. The only reason she doesn't engulf you in one long gulp is that when the fur of her chin encounters your cock her raspy tongue slides out to caress it.

You groan as her tongue wraps around it and pulls it in. Once it is stretched out along her tongue in sword-swallowing position her jaws begin working their way forward once more and your hard-on slides into her throat, wet slimy gullet skin on one side and your belly fur on the other.

When nine inches of hyena cock is mostly down her throat and your ass is in her mouth that raspy tongue goes to work on your balls and it's too much to resist. You get your footclaws into the floor mat and shove yourself deeper. The uncontrollable need to fuck the lioness's throat lasts only half a dozen thrusts.

You kick, shuddering, and that part of your tail still outside her mouth snaps back and forth. Maybe hyenas aren't as quick as lions but you were so horny by the time she started eating you that you paint the walls of her throat with ropes of hyena cum after just six thrusts.

It would be embarrassing to have this happen if you had your dick up her ass or in her pussy but it's hard to be embarrassed when your lover is swallowing you whole. Sure, you went off fast, but that semen was going to be digested whether it was in your balls or out. Now it's stuck to your belly fur and acting as one more bit of lubricant to make swallowing you easier.

Nala sits up, only your fingertips and legs hanging out, and with a back-and-up movement of her muzzle your fingers are gone. Gravity sends you sliding slowly down her throat even between gulps and with another lurch of her muzzle you're gone to the knees.

Hyenas and lions are deadly enemies, you remember. A lone lion caught by a pack of hyenas will be lucky to escape with its life. More likely it'll end up in a dozen hyena bellies.

Nala swallows, and only your padded feet are left. You'll end up in just one lioness stomach, but one will be all that is needed. The thick layer of slime coating its folds isn't like the mucus in her throat. It stings wherever it touches exposed skin. Once you are fully swallowed and her stomach valve is shut the acid will really flow.

Your fur gives a bit of protection for now but that won't last. Maybe it will survive her stomach acids but it is little consolation that there will be fur in her poop. Maybe she'll pass your varsity shirt, too, or cough it up with a wad of fur. The rest of you is lioness food.

You were looking forward to fucking her under her tail but your interaction with her asshole isn't going to be anything like what you hoped it would be. Nala tosses her head, gathering up your padded feet, and with a last gulp a double bulge moves through tan neckfur and is gone.

Well, here you are. The fleshy folds of her stomach stretch out as a whole hyena slides in and the second you try to move her hands grip the bulge from the outside. She hooks her legs around it as well and holds you still. Your claws might scratch her if she let you kick, so she doesn't. Half her weight in food makes a great lump in her middle but she knows just how to hold you still. You aren't the first person to end up in here.

Competitive eating team, indeed. You wonder if she eats tied up animals or whether it's like this, a wrestling match that ends in a yawn. It would be really hard to keep the team manned if losers get eaten but she sure ate you readily enough. Maybe she needed the practice.

Though she grips the bulge tightly, the inner walls of her stomach are slippery. It takes some effort, but you slide your hands up between the fleshy walls and your fur until you reach your face. No VR headset. Wherever the damnable thing came from, its gone now.

Your face is just as hyena-ish as you figured. You never got to see yourself in a mirror and now there won't be anything to see in a mirror. Your snout will dissolve like the rest of you.

Nala lets out a long belch that vents most of the air swallowed with you. With her strong legs wrapped around your curled-up form she frees one hand to stroke the bulge your face makes.

"I do like hyenas," she purrs. You can hear her through the thinly stretched belly. "You're filling. One way or the other."