Water's Leaking
Yatima awoke in a cloud. A throbbing ache pounded from the back of her head. She did not know where she was or how she got there. The last thing she remembered was being hungry and stealing a loaf of bread. She did not remember getting knocked unconscious, but pain is not usually remembered. The room was constructed of gray concrete and sparsely furnished. A rustic cot was suspended from the wall in the back of the room. A solid-looking steel door blocked her path of escape. A steady flow of water leaked from a hole to her right. There were no windows in the room and darkness prevailed. A little light entered through the watery hole. There was a cold fireplace to the left.
Yatima looked at her body. She did not remember what she was. Her hands were covered in splotchy-brown fur and claws protruded from her fingers. Her body was similarly covered. She could see her ribs. She was naked and wet. Her short tail was tipped in black, like she dipped it in ink. She had small pert breasts. Her hands went to a projection from her loins, a substantial penis-like organ with a large orifice. She remembered vaguely that she was some kind of hybrid between a human and a hyena.
The cell was damp and cold. She shivered from the cold and fear, unable to get warm in the frigid cell. She wondered who had imprisoned her and to what end. Tears welled from her dark eyes and she sobbed fitfully.
A slat in the door opened and a dish with stale bread and murky water was delivered. She did not see the deliverer. Fear prevented her from calling out. She consumed the food hungrily and nearly wretched from the taste of mold, the taste of bile in her throat. Hours slipped by and she fell into a restless sleep.
The creak of the door jarred her awake later in the night. A male fox appeared at the door, his dingy fur might have been white once upon a time. He wore the uniform of a prison guard and gazed at her with a forlorn look with his light blue eyes. The oddity of dingy white dreadlocks was very unusual to Yatima.
"Don' ya dry anyting. Dis is ya new hume for da time."
"W-w-where am I"
"You in dis demporary hol-ting cell awaitin trial. Teifs are dreated wit miser-lay."
"Let me go!"
"Nah"
Yatima cowered in the corner. The fox loomed over her as he prepared to punish her with his switch. Drool dripped from his maw as he approached her. A massive black form came from behind the fox and spoke in a deep booming voice.
"Stop Tepid! Don't abuse the prisoners. At least until I get to question them."
"Mee sorry. Ya may 'ave dis beech, Ebon."
"We don't even know what she is."
"Mee dink she's a yena."
"Go look to another prisoner; I'm going to question this one."
"Yes Prince Eee-bon."
The fox exited the cell and left Yatima alone with the prince. He was a heavily-muscled massive panther black from head-to-toe. He surveyed the captive with his bright green eyes. He was dressed in red velvet and wore a small bejeweled crown with a massive ruby in the center of his forehead. Ebon roared loudly. Yatima wet herself in her fear, a torrent of urine spraying from her member. The hyena shook with fear. A huge bulge formed in the front of Ebon's velvet leggings.
"You interest me. What are you anyway?"
"A h-h-hyena," Yatima barely said.
"Ah."
"H-h-h-how do I-I g-g-get out of here."
"If you please me, I'll let you go. Or, give you a job."
"W-w-w-hat h-h-happens if I-I-I refuse?"
"You don't want to know. What's it going to be?" The panther growled while displaying his claws.
The hyena stared at his ferocious jaws and massive build. She knew she had to do this to hopefully be free again.
"How do I kn-n-n-ow you'll let me go."
"The word of a prince."
Yatima relaxed a bit.
"Alright. Hyena women do best when they dominate."
"So, dominate me."
An attendant moved into the room to bring refreshments, bring wood, and to light a fire in the fireplace. The mouse was efficient and quiet in her efforts, and left quickly. The refreshments were left on the mantle of the fireplace. Yatima warmed herself by the fire and consumed a blueberry muffin and a glass of red wine. This food was fresh and she soon felt better.
Ebon removed his leggings, revealing a massive nubbed cock. His tunic followed, revealing a barrel chest and gargantuan biceps. Yatima motioned the panther to lay by the fire. He removed the mat from the cot and brought it over.
"Get on your hands and knees!"
The panther did as instructed. The hyena sprayed the panther with a torrent of urine, coating the panther in her scent. The golden liquid dripped from his black fur matting the fur to his body. He brought his paw up to taste the nectar and savored the scent.
"You like that cub?"
"Yes ma'am."
She gave his taut rump a smack. The hyena grabbed his throbbing member and removed some pre with her finger. He was seeping copiously. Yatima used the fluid to lube his anus, spreading it wide. She drove her pseudopenis into his rectum fervently. The panther growled with the insertion, wincing from the pain his tail twitching rapidly. The hyena pounded him roughly, clawing his back and nipping at his shoulder drawing blood. Ebon roared fiercely when his penis released a stream of prostate fluid. The hyena moaned with each thrust and laughed hyenically.
The hyena withdrew her member and rinsed it in the leaking water. Yatima then directed Ebon onto his back. She was aroused, her wetness dripped from her member. She straddled the panther slipping her orifice over the cat cock. The panther was tired of being dominated so he lifted the hyena onto her back and yiffed her roughly. The hyena moaned as his nubs massaged her clit-tube. Ebon growled with each thrust, pounding her mercilessly. Yatima nipped his chest; blood dripped from her muzzle. The hyena came hard, screaming shrilly. The pounding continued. The panther gripped her shoulders driving his phallus into her deeper. With a grand roar, the panther ejected his seed into the hyena.
The panther withdrew his member and collapsed beside Yatima. The hyena got, the panther's semen dripped from her clit-tube. She went over and grabbed the wine flask. The hyena downed a large amount of the red fluid. Yatima went over to Ebon and pissed a stream of urine and his spent seed onto him. The liquid coated his charcoal chest fur. She then licked him fervently, enjoying the taste of his seed. Ebon kissed her gently on the maw, his rough tongue stroking the interior of her muzzle.
"Are you going to let me go now."
"Yes. But I'd like to keep you around as my secret concubine."
The prince left the cell and instructed his attendant to bring Yatima to her new quarters. He enjoyed her company about once a week. For he was a busy prince who had many lovers. Its also good to be a prince.