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The striped hyena rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, trying roughly to follow the swing and sway of the ocean rhythm around him. He blinked, did so again, did so again trying to clear the pervasive darkness, and then realized at a bit of a distance that it wasn't working because he was blindfolded. That was what it felt like, at least: when he tilted his muzzle he could just barely feel the strip of cloth slide along the side of his head, and then another rope bound around his wrists held his arms behind his back to what he assumed was the mast of the ship.

Only... he shifted where he sat, the sensation of some kind of rough cloth grating beneath his rear. He couldn't recall what ship he was on, or when he had boarded. And when he lifted his nose and sniffed at the air, all he could taste was the familiar background verdancy of grass and forest, overlaid by the distinct acrid bite of campfire smoke. Neither was there the constant rushing and crashing of waves stretching off in all directions, or the various jingling, banging, thumping, ringing, cursing of daily business around a ship, even one overtaken by pirates. Then the knots around his wrists were too, too loose: in capturing someone it was important to tie the rope tight yet not too tight, as undue tension could easily snap the fibers.

He shook his head again and pushed his footpaws out in front of him, now feeling what was definitely regular grass instead of the planks of a deck. Gradually the swirling of the world around him came to stop, and in another moment he frowned with his tall, triangular ears perked. Now he remembered: he wasn't on a ship at all, or anywhere near the ocean. His last overseas delivery had come and gone over two moons prior.

So then...

The snap of a twig somewhere behind him and to his left caught his attention, so the hyena swung his head over that way and listened. He squirmed where he sat, trying to work the feeling back into his paws and figure out if anything had been taken from him. Bit by bit his memory of the night crawled back into his thoughts: departing from the city walls the previous day to camp off the trail overnight, then a quick detour to the river so he could follow it back to the source towards his next target; then another stop overnight, and he... what?

Back there over his shoulder came more rustling, accompanied by a tight huff of a breath and an exasperated sigh. He thought he heard someone's voice, low and tight, perhaps out of breath. So he ran his tongue over his lips - no gag, another obvious sign this was not an experienced thief - welled up that saliva in his mouth, tasted blood, spat to the side, then cleared his throat.

"Hey. Whoever's there, you won't be able to get into the lockboxes. Not even if you force it."

The rustling and bumping stopped with another intake of breath. Silence for a moment other than the crackling of the fire and the ambient noises of the forest around them, and then the hyena's ears perked and flicked again towards approaching footsteps. They sounded steady enough, but still he could pick up some of that exhaustion and exertion in the owner's breathing, tiny little hisses in between steps as though through gritted teeth.

"I don't - want to get into the damn lockboxes-"

His ears perked again at that voice, low and a little bit rough, distinctly feminine. Immediately the captive turned his head the other way and angled his ears, trying to listen for sounds of others.

"Yeah?" he said, raising his voice a touch. "Then what is it you want from me? Counterfeit signet rings of the barony? Raw, uncut opals? Thirty-three pounds of salt pork?" All things he had, but if she wasn't interested in his inventory, then she would have no way of knowing. "Just a pleasant chat, then? I'd think you would want me to cook a nice, hearty meal for you, but the - blindfold and ties make me think otherwise."

"Gods! If I'd known you'd be like this when you woke up, I would've gagged you."

"Maybe you should ha-"

He blinked against the searing light of the campfire when his captor swept the blindfold off of his head, the ghost of a distant headache thumping around the inside of his skull. She stood here before him, one paw on her hip and the other holding the rag out in front of her, slightly rounded ears standing at an angle, her short, blunt muzzle downwards... sleek, tight cleavage visible through the slash of her shirt, the front lacings of her pants hanging open. For a moment the captive wondered if she had stashed a weapon there, but then realize from the length of thick, dense pinkish-brown that hung down from between her thighs, glistening with gentle gathered wetness in the light of the fire, swinging as she breathed...

The striped hyena looked up again, right at the muzzle of the spotted hyena who stood before him. The female spotted hyena thief, who was_very_ much in heat.

He swallowed and squirmed where he sat. "So," he went on, a little quieter now, "I think I can guess what it is you want from me."

She tilted her head, eyes seeming to glow even though she faced away from the fire. He blinked and tried to use that hanging weight to silhouette his eyes from the glare. "Oh, yeah? Can you, now? That's why I was waiting for you to wake up. It's kind of a two-person thing."

He looked down at it again, then once more wriggled. "Is it, though?"

"What? I mean-" The spotted hyena reached down for her pants, tugged them down a bit further, paused, hoisted them back up, then yanked them right down again. "Yes? I think? I'm - gonna shove this in your mouth and do what I want with you now, so-"

"The blindfold, or..." He nodded towards the twitching, swinging length of half-hard flesh hanging between her thighs. "That?"

"Both, at this rate. Hold still."

So he did as told, making a show of turning his head away in mock disgust and resisting a bit. The other hyena cursed under her breath as shaky paws fiddled with his pants, eventually untying the fastenings and then forcibly yanking them down his thighs - which flopped him, still soft, out into the cool night air. The a warm, surprisingly gentle pair of paws reached down, one cupping his sack and the other pinching at the end of his foreskin with a forefinger and thumb...

It was all he could do not to thump his head back against the tree and sigh with sensation. Whoever this was, clearly wasn't a threat to him, and already he had trouble thinking of himself as a _victim_here. But he had to keep up appearances: her ears flicked back and down when he looked away and something like disappointment flashed across her muzzle, so in another second he looked back to her, then down at what she was trying to do to him.

And he had to admit, it certainly wasn't the most unpleasant thing in the world he'd felt. That length between her legs looked for all the world like what her more masculine-bodied counterparts claimed, and felt quite similar as well save for the lip at the end, the little ring of tight elasticity that she repeatedly rubbed, wiped, smeared across his tip. She grunted and strained, trying to hold his half-hard shaft in place so she could sleeve herself around him, now and again slipping free to one side or the other in her attempts. The captive hyena keyed in on her growing frustration, and at one point even halfway lifted his hips to help her out - but finally the spotted sighed and sat back between his legs, having thoroughly smeared his shaft and groin in the natural slickness of her arousal, yet achieved little more than that.

"Floppy," she grumbled. "It's easier when it's soft since it gets really tight when hard, and-"

"What? You or me?"

"Me. You're the-" Fingers wrapped around him again, squeezing gently right there at the rim of supple skin and drawing smoothly, easily back. He couldn't help but suck in a breath through gritted teeth and squirm at the sensation, one footpaw kicking out behind her. "Opposite. Oh, see. That's a little better. But, um - if you start screaming I'm gonna have to gag you."

"Do you have to do that often?"

"What? No. I just..." She trailed off while trying once more to pull the hood of her pseudopenis around his head, both thumbs having slipped with some effort into that slick skin.

"No?"

"No."

"Huh. I wonder why."

Again she stopped. "And what does that mean?"

Her captive wet his lips and turned his head to the side. Slowly, gently, he worked his hips up and around, letting his still half-hard cock flop about in his lap and just barely brush against the stretched lip of hers. The warmth of her body oozed down across him with that thick, natural stickiness, squeezed out from the end each time she ran a paw from base to tip: it seemed softer than the usual erection, more pliable, more malleable, but even with each of them halfway there could still hold its own, and visibly twitched and throbbed just like him. She grunted again, held him in place with one paw pressing down into his pubic fur, and tried to worm a finger inside of herself to provide and easy opening into which to take him.

"Oh, nothing, I'm sure."

"If you don't - be_have_, I swear to the gods I'm gonna shove this halfway down your throat-"

Yet again the captive struggled to keep down his actual, natural response to that, then again as the thief stood up and came closer to his muzzle.

"Oh, gods," he intoned, "oh, no. Oh my. Please don't."

Again she paused, pseudo held half-flopped in one paw. Warm eyes glared down at him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Am I?"

Silence again for a second. This close, with her standing halfway over him, one arm out against the tree and half-hard shaft hanging down before his eyes, he could smell her too: a warm, savory musk underlined with the irresistible bite of her heat, enough to make anyone squirm and shiver. He wished his paws were free so that he could run them up her thighs, so he could pull her pants the rest of the way down and see just how it would feel to have this length slipping along his tongue and into his throat.

He swallowed and wiggled where he sat, grateful that her attention was longer on his now fully-hard shaft, then tossed his head again. "You know," he went on, "you could just untie me and I'll help you out."

Immediately her eyes narrowed. A thick, glistening drop of something hung down from the lip of her shaft, then plopped against his bellyfur.

"Why? What's in it for you? I'm - robbing you." She waved back towards where his carriage stood at the edge of the clearing, his pack animals snoozing lazily.

"Are you, though? You said you didn't want the lockboxes. And what you did want is, if I remember right, a two-person effort?"

"Well, I mean..." She shifted her weight, crossing her arms under her breasts. "I could just take it-"

"So do it. I'm waiting."

The two glared at each other.

After a moment the spotted hyena bit her lip. "What's your name?"

"Shekh. You?"

"Sasha. If I untie you, you promise not to - run away, or retaliate, or...?"

"I promise."

"But what's in it for you?"

"What do you think is in it for me?" He pushed his footpaws against the grass again. "You think I want to spend a month and a half lugging someone else's goods from one city to another, all by myself?"

She eyed him for a moment longer, desperate arousal warring with her natural distrust, and then in a shaky movement the spotted hyena leaned forward, squished his muzzle warmly between her breasts and the tree behind him, and fiddled with the bindings around his wrists. Shekh lifted up a bit and then dug himself down into her cleavage, drawing in her high, hot scent concentrated there: still he felt the heat of her body trickling down across his lap, now coaxing him to grind up towards her. Along the way Sasha picked up what he was doing as well, and remained in this position even after the tension fell away from his wrists.

The thief pulled in a breath, chest swelling out against him, and then straightened up a bit - then moved her arm out of the way when his paw came in to take its place, slipping slowly up beneath the hem of her outer jacket. Then down along her side through the fabric of her shirt, reaching towards where it gave way to thick, smooth fur underneath... and she shuddered against him, soon pulling back.

Shekh blinked. "What?"

"Cold paws."

"What do you expect? You just had me tied up for - however long."

"Well, yeah, but - hey-"

Sasha's eyes widened at the sudden upset of balance, when the striped hyena pressed himself against her and used his leverage there to swing her up and back. Her arms came out in an attempt to grasp onto anything nearby, which resulted only in him having to cup her head and back to keep her from impacting the ground; quickly, efficiently he positioned himself above her there, the spotted hyena now sprawled back on the grass with her loose clothing splayed out around her. One leg pushed up alongside his chest, her pants only halfway down to her thighs.

So Shekh tugged them down a little further. "Cold paws?" he purred, then tilted his head; slight panic shone in Sasha's eyes, though what was there was tempered by stirring heat and arousal. "So then, how about-"

He angled that paw, turned it downwards, plunged it into the humid heat constantly emanating and simmering between her thighs, then one by one wrapped his fingers around the soft-firm length of flesh there, twitching, pulsing. Immediately the other hyena arched her back and hissed, the movement of her body causing that sleeve of skin and flesh to slurp in his grip but still hold tight; she rocked from side to side, footpaws kicking gently, muzzle scrunched up in some expression halfway between exasperation, discomfort, and delight while he squeezed and stroked.

"Gods - come on, Shekh, you can't-"

"No? Again, it's only your fault-"

"Just shut up and - and..."

Once more she trailed off, this time in wonder and curiosity. The male slowly slid down along her body, slipping her pants further off her legs as he went: the smooth material slid away to show the sweet chocolate specks of her fur patterning, deeper blackish-brown over a softer tan. He traced his claws around each of those splotches, deliberately drawing her attention away for a moment, though kept his muzzle angled in towards what still twitched between her legs.

This close it did indeed have its differences from the more masculine side of the spectrum, though someone other than a fellow hyena would probably be hard-pressed to tell. Something about the general shape of it, the width of the head, the angle of the little tapering point... the striped hyena lifted his nose along the underside and nuzzled up towards the end, now able to feel the difference in stiffness as well. Firm yet still soft, not quite rigid yet certainly not floppy; and she smelled like what he would expect too, the extra spice of her heated musk igniting all these little first in the back of his throat and base of his loins. Shekh swallowed again, tilted his muzzle so he could purse her lips against her underside, then halfway sprawled out so that he could slip his own pants down his legs as well.

Above him Sasha shifted and lifted herself onto her elbows. "Wait," she murmured, "you're - going to...?"

He looked at her for a moment, still trailing his way up. She twitched when his pursed lips brushed against the underside of the head, then again when he circled around the upper rim. "Yeah?" he answered, then as proof of his point flicked his tongue out across it. Sleek, slightly greasy skin folded easily to his gentle touch... "Makes it easier."

"So you've-?"

Then her words died in her throat. Shekh couldn't help but grin at the expression that took over her muzzle, eyes rolling back and jaw falling slightly open, when he swirled his tongue in around the soft pucker at the end of her pseudopenis and then slid in, first a quarter-inch, then a half, then a full. Warm, tight flesh squeezed around him, deliciously slick and slimy, lines and rings of muscles squeezing in rhythm with her reflexive clenching: the entire length pulsed with each of those movements, squishing around his tongue and causing the tapered tip to purse between his lips again. He rolled himself to the side a little further, other paw working slowly along his own length.

Gradually her taste filled his mouth, so similar to her scent yet with a notable bite that set it apart. He felt it coat the back of his tongue and throat and start to trickle down into his belly, and the deeper he dove along her length, tongue now slurping back out so he could cup her shaft and slip downwards, the more he could feel it in his nose as well. There still lingered some of the initial annoyance from her ransacking his caravan and rudely tying him up, but - he knew that he would be able to exact his payback.

And both parties involved would be thankful for it. The thought gave him another smile, the thick, soft-firm meat of her shaft halfway in his maw. Just like he had expected, it felt almost more like several layers of supple, overlapping skin than a stiff rod of twitching, blood-engorged meat: when he pressed his lips around it he felt it squish appropriately, slipping back and forth, making the thief shiver and shudder and pull in a shaky breath through gritted teeth.

It wasn't so much different, really. Shekh came up off the end of it, swallowed down that clinging stickiness, then dove down towards its base, where the spotted hyena had a little pouch of sorts in vague mockery of what otherwise might have been there. Here the striped pushed his nose into place, drawing deeper of her scent from the source, then came up along the side with his tongue curled out to hook along it - and then back up over her underside until he again came to the puckered ring at the end.

There he looked up to her again, catching her gaze for a fraction of a second before she looked away again, humiliation halfway hidden behind splayed fingers. Along the way she had undone her shirt so that now her breasts hung out in the cool night air against her chest, long curvy shadows cast from the fire flickering over her shoulder. Shekh gave her another slow lick, then a swirl in along the center; then he lifted himself up and over her, now running a thumb up over her head, now gently prodding it in until her face wrenched up with slight effort and she shifted...

...and then, kneeling between her thighs, the striped hyena angled himself in with his other paw, slid himself back, nudged up into the revealed interior flesh, and started to slowly, carefully, yet firmly press forward.

"Oh­-" Sasha gasped, head coming forward again. "Oh, that's - ah-"

Shekh swallowed, tightening his paw in place to keep the folds of skin and flesh around himself. The sensation made his tail hike and ears flick, and nothing he did could keep himself from continuing to press forward into the warm, slick sleeve as it sank in around him, wrapped so deliciously tight. Sasha sucked around him the further he went, the supple stretch of her skin rolling easily over his own, sliding back across sensitive flesh already slick with arousal and need. Shakily he reached up to brace his other paw against the ground, fingers pressing down into the grass; Sasha tilted her head, ran hers along his arm towards his shoulder, then down along his side.

She opened her eyes again and looked at him, and he at her. She shifted her legs, clenched, shivered; he gasped, bucked a little bit, lost his hold, glanced back down to regain it. Already he could clearly see the shape of his own shaft sleeved there inside of her, slipping ever deeper the further he pushed his hips, and pulled her around it. Two fingers' width deep, then a third, then a fourth... then he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, swallowed, adjusted his grip, and slid in even further, now holding her in place while he pushed in towards the base.

Like a sleek, supple tongue cupped all the way around him, like a tight, succulent mouth always gently sucking, it held tight around him so that when he felt those rolls of skin bunching up against his base, Shekh let his paw fall away, shivered, gave another push forward, and fully buried himself in wet, sticky heat and delicious slick warmth. Sasha shuddered around him as well, one leg coming up to halfway wrap around his own and pull him down against her.

"You've - done this before," she panted, churning her hips up against him. That sensation in itself nearly made him shudder and buck again.

"Didn't I say that?"

"Not in as many words. And I'm-" With him buried there, eyes half-closed and mind elsewhere beneath the pleasure, the thief took the opportunity presented to her. Yet again Shekh felt her seize onto him, paws suddenly on his hips and legs wrapped around his body; his snap reaction was to immediately resist, but instead he let himself get rolled to the side and tossed over just as he had done to her shortly before, until the spotted hyena half squatted, half sat in his lap. She clutched herself firmly around him with one paw, while the other went down to cover his mouth. "I'm still thinking I should have gagged you."

Shekh thought about licking her palm, then thought better of it and smirked between her fingers instead. Still, though, he couldn't help but rhythmically grind his hips upward, then even more so when she reciprocated the movement: he could feel the folds and rolls of her shaft slipping back and forth over his own, holding tight yet loose, sleek and supple.

If this was all she had wanted from him... the striped hyena closed his eyes and gently caressed her hips while she rocked atop him, tensing and lifting up into her each time she pressed back down. The heat of her body still washed down over his own, bright scent of arousal tingling in the air; he squeezed into place there, then trailed up her belly towards her chest to squeeze one of her breasts, then a bit more firmly with a nipple between his fingers. She gasped, gave a little bark, hunched over, and moved her paw away from his mouth.

Then, to his surprise, it continued down towards his jaw. He let her squeeze it there, effectively opening his maw; she grinned at him, tossed her head, licked her lips, then pursed her mouth - and spat, cleanly missing his opened mouth and instead leaving a thick, sticky wad oozing down across his cheek. His eyes flashed open and he stared up at her, the sudden embarrassment flooding across her face, pushing her ears back, warming her cheeks with a blush. Gradually she slowed her pace in riding against him, the overlapping folds of her extended shaft mashing up in between them like a thick, slightly greasy pillow between their hips, now streaked with dripping wetness.

"Um." Sasha swallowed and wiped at her mouth. "Sorry. I just - got into it, I was thinking that, like, since I'm the thief I can-"

Yet again Shekh seized her by the shoulders, using both his leverage and the surprise to reverse their positions. It felt as though the other hyena wanted this to happen, too, as while he pushed her back down to the ground he felt no resistance from her. The air puffed out of her nostrils and open mouth when her back hit the grass, and then the male crept up in between her legs and gave another push, sinking even deeper inside of her; the sensation of squeezing skin blossomed out into a warmer, richer, tighter clench around his buried head.

"Can you, now?" he purred, pressing himself against her as tightly as he could. One of her legs wrapped around his waist while the other hooked over his shoulder; the striped hyena flicked his tongue within his mouth, turned his head, and then compressed Sasha in against herself as he leaned in, right up to the point where he felt her strain from the stretch. She grimaced, eyes halfway closing; he slid his fingers across one of her ears, tilted his paw so that his thumb nestled against the hollow of other throat, and then in a swift move accompanied by another thrust forward into her, jammed his other thumb right down in between her jaws. "So then what if I..."

Her eyes widened. She made a little noise, the back of her tongue lifting up against the roof of her mouth and then pulling away again with a wet smack; Shekh grinned, pinched his lips together, rolled his head from side to side, and then leaned in so, so close that there was no way he could miss. The closer he came the more he felt her squirm with the tension, and with the depth that he had pushed into her, and then also with the anticipation of what would come next: round, sharp fangs glistened in her gaping maw, lips curled back to show wet gums, ropes of her own saliva hanging down and across, sticky from hunger. Shekh came in until he felt the anxious, excited pulse of her humid breath tickling at his whiskers, then pursed his lips, unfolded his tongue... and let it dangle out and down, thick and frothy, wobbling in the air and then with his rhythm as he started to work his hips again.

Then he pressed his lips together once more and spat, and Sasha jumped with the impact of the wet glob somewhere between the back of her throat and the roof of her mouth. Her jaws clacked shut and she tilted her head back, throat pulsing with the swallow; then she opened them again, both paws clamping down on Shekh's shoulders and gripping with surprising strength, an unwavering need burning behind her eyes.

Now she worked herself against him with force, slipping herself back each time he did so that the long, sleeve-like length of her pseudo sucked back along his cock, then pushed forward to socket him inside of her once more. With a bit of effort and wiggling she unhooked her leg from up around his shoulder, sighed with the relief, then just as quickly sealed it around his waist again, one coiled above and one underneath the base of his tail.

"Is that all you got?"

Shekh's ears sprang upright. He paused in his thrusting, balls resting against the little pouch of empty skin between her legs, and tilted his head. "What was that?"

"I said-" And now Sasha reached for his paw, squeezed her fingers on his wrist, and guided him down until his fingers wrapped around her throat. She tilted her head up and away, lips curled back in another hungry grin showing beyond the roots of her fangs. "Is that all you've got?"

What an interesting individual, he thought. The striped hyena took a moment to find a more comfortable position and then, this done, once more squeezed Sasha down into herself, using the angle and leverage to ensure that he remained buried within her no matter how quickly he tugged out. The supple skin of her shaft stretched back around him as he pulled, adding another layer to the sensation; he shivered, swallowed again, and deliberately pushed down around her throat for balance, at once making her tighten around him and squirm with delight. Apprehends me on the road, knocks me out, makes as if to rob my caravan... and then lets herself - no, demands - that she end up in a position like this.

_ _

Well, I'll take it. I'm sure she won't mind.

Carefully he worked his grip closer to the line of her jaw, fingers and thumb squeezing in along the sides of her neck instead of straight down at the front of her throat. Sasha looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her chest heaving with uneven breaths ragged with exertion and excitement: every time Shekh pushed into her now she deliberately squeezed around him, trying to keep him deep inside of her, knowing that he wanted to press further, to bury himself there, to feel that wet warmth squeezing all around him - until he just couldn't take it anymore.

With a gasp, a shudder, a buck, another buck, the striped hyena jerked on top of her. He squeezed at her throat until he felt her pulse start to slow, and only then realized what he was doing and released his grip - only for her to shudder around him and throw her arms around his shoulders, yanking the male down on top of her while he continued to pump deep inside of her, the force of his finish rocking through his body and into her own. He felt the tightness of her pseudopenis stretched around him each time he spurted again, his own sticky heat flowing back and sealing around him.

Panting, shaking, a little bit dizzy for some reason, the male hyena slowly unfurled himself from atop Sasha - though the nature of her anatomy meant that even when he straightened up and pulled away he still remained sheathed balls-deep inside of her. "Are you okay?" he asked, now reaching up to wipe at his mouth. "I think I might've squeezed a bit too-"

"I'm fine," she breathed, then rubbed at her throat. "Better than fine. You could've gone harder."

"Really."

"Yes, really." Then both of those paws went down between her legs, first spreading her supple skin apart so that it stretched smooth, then pressing up near the base where Shekh had just dumped his several spurts inside. Slowly she worked her way up her length, squishing and squeezing as he went, until he felt his own load start to mush around himself again; then with a shiver he pulled gently back with her progress, wrapped his paw over hers, squeezed as well, and then pulled free with a gentle, wet pop, thick strands of milky, foggy white drizzling down and across the grass. "I can tell you've had experience with this, too."

"Well, good. I'd hoped so."

The striped hyena winked, then shifted and dove between her legs again. Sasha spread them for him and watched, exertion and delight evident on her muzzle, as he nuzzled up along the underside of that floppy-firm sleeve hanging out at an angle from her body still twitching with her own pulse and arousal. Shekh drew his tongue up along the underside, slick and greasy, then once again stroked his paw along its length while he made his way toward the head - which resulted in another thick, messy glob of sticky, savory juices to empty out across his tongue, right as he closed his lips around the tapered point. He sucked there, and swirled his tongue into the sloppy sliminess, dug as deep as he could - which earned another twitch - and then drew back, lips pressed together.

Sasha let out a sigh of enjoyment when he did so, not quite letting go of her shaft. He gave her a few more strokes, loving the feeling of this supple flesh stirring back and forth beneath his fingers, then rose up over her again. She turned her muzzle to follow him, chin coming up and out; then she opened her mouth even before he slid his thumb back in to its original spot there at the hinge, though still she allowed him to do so. He hooked it in along her upper gums, pushing in at the firm, wet flesh there, then rolled the sticky, slimy glob around within his mouth, folded his own saliva into it again - and finally let it drop out and across the other hyena's tongue in one thick, wet smack, loose swirls of that milky white spread in between frothy drool and other sticky slime. Still some remained in his mouth caught behind his teeth; he swirled his tongue around there again and gave another haphazard attempt, this one streaking sideways across her cheek.

To his surprise again the other hyena purred in her throat, swallowed, and reached up to pick it off between a forefinger and thumb, the heavy, sticky rope hanging down and jiggling in the air. "So," she said, then went and slurped that down as well. "Where are you going?"

Shekh shrugged. "Probably in the river. Usually I go right when I wake up, but, well, you kind of interrupted that. Although if you're willing, and if I can get it back in, I could go inside you..."

The spotted hyena blinked, frowned, tilted her head - then blinked again and gaped at him, with certainly more than a slight blush touching her cheeks.

"I - no, I mean with your goods. Where are you headed to? Aldon? Burls? Back to Scrafton?"

"Noring," he answered, with a sharp smirk. "My offer's still open, though."

"Noring? But that's still six weeks from here."

"I did say it'd take a month and a half. Is that a yes or no? I'm actually-"

His words caught in his throat and instead gave way to a small, tight chirp, then, when the spotted hyena reached forward, caught the base of his sack in the space between her forefinger and thumb, and tugged his balls gently down along her palm. She rolled her fingers along behind them, then tugged him forward until his still-hard shaft twitched alongside her pseudopenis.

"Well," she went on, "would you maybe want some company for that trip?"