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Hyena’s Hackles

By MisstressChange

*Ding ding!* Rang the bell suspended above the shop’s windowed front door as it was pushed open, its tautly pulled, translucent linen curtains shaking with the door’s jarring vibrations. Jakob had to catch it before it swung into the wall. He’d put way more force into his arm’s motion than he had anticipated necessary, and the old thing slipped his grip, continuing on its hinges with no counter mechanism.

That’s how old the shop was. At least most commercial units on this street had some sort of spring-loaded mechanism worked into the hinges. But this one was so old it lacked even basic safety installations. He grunted, catching it inches from the plaster wall.

“God damn.” He swore to himself, relieved he wouldn’t have to pay anyone for repairs. Money was tight enough for him as was. The last thing he needed was unexpected expenses for some shop that looked like it belonged in the nineteenth century. As he looked up from the handle, where his hand grasped the knob, he realized just how old the shop really was.

Past the cloud of dusty motes, disturbed by the door’s sudden motion, the shop appeared before him, filled with disorganized piles of dusty trinkets, books, and baubles. There was an opening between the piles for one to walk through, although Jakob didn’t think he’d be attempting its narrow passage for fear of catching something on his clothes or bumping something with his elbow, sending it crashing to the floor.

He stepped inside and carefully shut the door behind him, gazing every which way for someone…anyone who could tell him where the coffee shop went, the one that, as of yesterday, had been right where he was standing.

“Hello?! Is anyone here?!” He called out into the store, yet no one answered. “Hello?!” He called again. Once more, no answer. The shop was deserted for all he knew.

Jakob walked over to the front desk, its wooden surface appearing to be the only surface around lacking even a spec of dusk. However, atop the counter, the ancient cash register and service bell were just as unkempt as the rest of the place. It made little sense to Jakob, but neither did the store being there at all.

Turning around, he leaned backward so his lower back could rest against the Counter’s edge. He took one long look at the dimly lit shop, his eyes stopping when the colorful display across from him entered his vision.

Jakob gave a curious hum and pushed himself up straight. He crossed the open space before the display and looked over it. Its wooden structure was decorated with tarot-style scenes conceived with oil paint. Several rows descended from back to front, each containing many tall, slim, envelope-like packages of various colors. Each package was inscribed with golden cursive near the top, each describing a distinct part of a different animal. He recognized them immediately as incense packets. He and his two roommates, Max and Hector, bought them regularly for their place to add some aromatic ambiance. And to cover their smells…

“Huh…” Jakob grunted. He reached out and plucked an orange one with black stripes from the display. Tiger’s Stripes, it read. He brought the package to his nose and sniffed, catching the scent of orange cream and black licorice. The smell reminded him of a flavor of ice cream he’d had as a child and disliked. He scrunched his face at it and returned it to its place.

The next one he picked up read Raven’s Feathers. This one smelled like a campfire, and Jakob quickly pulled it away from his face. “Why would anyone get this?” He thought. He returned the black package and reached for the one next to it. It was a khaki grey color with dark speckles pocking its surface. It read Hyena’s Hackles.

Jakob put it to his nose and sampled its scent. The pleasant aroma of cedar tickled his nose, and he hummed agreeably.

“Hey, that’s pretty good.” He remarked, pleasantly surprised. “I bet the guys would like these.” Jakob considered buying the pack but remembered he’d been short of cash for a while now. Saving money to pay off school debt was a bitch, but unfortunately, he had no choice.

“Can I help you with anything, my dear?” Said a croaky, raspy female voice from behind him. Jakob nearly jumped out of his skin. His shoulders pulled up to his head as he started. Slowly, he turned around to face whoever was addressing him.

It was a shady figure wearing a hooded shawl over dusty robes. Her form was nearly impossible to discern in the dim, ruddy light of the ceiling’s single lightbulb.

“Oh, uh…I didn’t see you standing there before.” Jakob said uneasily. He briefly looked down at the floor, then furrowed his brow before gazing back up at her again. “Wait, were you here, like, a couple of minutes ago? I called out, but no one answered, so I thought this place was empty.” There was a few moments of silence before the woman replied.

“I was here the whole time, my dear. Perhaps you should speak up.” She replied, her voice as coarse as gravel.

“Uh…I did. You just didn’t answer me…” Jakob replied, raising an eyebrow. The woman let out a soft chuckle, the rasp grinding at Jakob’s eardrums.

“What can I help you with, dearie?” She asked, completely ignoring his statement. “Are you planning on getting that item?” She pointed at the package in Jakob’s hand. Jakob, who’d forgotten about the incense, looked down at it, then back at the shopkeeper.

“Oh, uh, no. I’m a little tight on money at the moment.” He explained. “I was just looking.” The woman gave him a thoughtful hum before speaking again.

“Well, you just happen to be in luck, dearie. Every first package is free.”

“Really?” Jakob asked, perking up.

“Of course. It’s terrific, you know. Go home and see for yourself.” She explained.

“Wow, that’s awesome!” Jakob exclaimed. “Thank you so much. That’s really kind of you.”

“You’re very welcome, dearie.” She leaned forward on her counter, her furry, claw-tipped hands coming just within enough light to be seen, yet Jakob was too excited to notice this detail. “Now run along, dear, tell everyone you know there’s enough to go around…for everyone in this town…”

“Yeah, will do.” Jakob enthusiastically agreed. He turned to leave but stopped when something crossed his mind. “Wait.” He said, turning back to the shopkeeper. “There was a coffee shop here just yesterday. The Cup-O-Coff. Do you know if it went out of business or just moved?”

The shopkeeper crossed her arms and leaned forward, her muzzled cougar face inches from the light that would have revealed her genuine form.

“It simply changed, my dear, as will a lot in this town, I figure. It’s not gone. It’s just…no longer a coffee shop anymore.” She rasped. This, of course, didn’t answer Jakob’s question, but he figured the old bat was just suffering from a touch of dementia, and his question would never receive a satisfying answer.

“Uh, okay. Gotcha, miss. Well, thank you so much for the gift.” He gestured with the incense package to emphasize his gratitude as he thanked her, then headed for the door. The shopkeeper watched him go, her amber eyes gleaming in the dark. Two cats appeared from the piles of novelties, hopping up on the counter next to her. Jakob grasped for the doorknob and turned it, pulling the door open, this time with the proper amount of force.

“My pleasure, dear. Have a good day.” The shopkeeper bid farewell, raising her raspy voice as high as it might go.

“You too!” Jakob answered back, heading out the door. He closed it behind him, its wooden body clasping against the frame, shaking the fragile panes of glass that made up its windows.

The shopkeeper’s hands rose to pet the two cats nuzzling her clothes, and her head turned down to address them.

“What a nice boy. I wish all our ‘customers’ were as well behaved.” The cats purred and arched their backs as she stroked them. “I hope he enjoys his new self.” She chuckled rather devilishly, rising in volume.

“Who am I kidding? They’ll all enjoy their new selves.”

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Jakob returned home to his duplex, coincidently at the same time his neighbor, Rebecca, pulled up in her car, parking on the curb in front of the property.

Rebecca lived in the second half of the duplex with her two roommates, Brittany and Tabitha. Jakob and his roommates weren’t close to the three girls by any means. In fact, the girls seemed to actively avoid them. The only time they’d acknowledge their existence was to bitch at them for leaving the yard unmaintained or for the smell of food or pot leaking into their unit through the vents.

Jakob and his roommates initially attempted to get to know the girls. Three hot girls right next door to them? Of course they were going to chat them up. However, their constant flirting quickly wore on the girls’ patience, and the girls opted to avoid the boys. Jakob and his roommates eventually got the hint, but the damage had been done by then, and every non-confrontational interaction ended in awkward silence.

Jacob turned his head and gazed at Rebecca as she parked her car. She glanced over at him, and their eyes briefly met before Rebecca tore her gaze away with a look of exasperation, like she regretted even acknowledging his existence. Jakob just continued walking. He knew that look. The ‘I don’t want to talk…like, ever’ kind of look. He heard her release another exasperated sigh as she exited the car, closing the door behind her.

By the time she reached the path, Jakob was already at his door, fishing through his pockets for his house keys. As she approached her own door, Rebecca swished her long black hair with her free hand, her other dipping into her purse for her keys.

“Hey,” Jakob greeted, trying to be polite. He didn’t expect her to reply, but to his surprise, Rebecca begrudgingly answered, sighing again before she did.

“Hi.” She replied, an evident irritation souring her voice. Despite this, Jakob continued their forced conversation.

“How’s it going?” He asked, following up his greeting.

“Uh, fine, I guess.” Rebecca tried to make it as straightforward as possible that she was not in the mood to talk to him right now without saying so. Not that she ever was. She gazed down at his side, noticing the incense package in Jakob’s hand. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Great, I can’t wait to smell whatever ‘that’ is later.” She said sarcastically. Jakob glanced down at the incense for a moment before responding.

“You’d be surprised. It actually smells pretty good. Like cedar.” He said, attempting to ease her irritation.

“Yeah, sure it does,” Rebecca replied incredulously. “Look, just go easy on it. That shit gives Brittany allergies, and the rest of us don’t want the smells lingering in our clothes.”

Jakob grumbled to himself.

“Yeah, we’ll try.” He promised, lying.

“Thanks, just keep it away from the vents,” Rebecca added with deadpan delivery, turning her key in the deadbolt and opening the door. She slipped inside and shut the door behind her, leaving Jakob alone.

“Sure, whatever, bitch.” He murmured, turning his own key in the deadbolt. He twisted the knob and let the door swing open to the living room inside. He first noticed his roommate, Hector, lounging on the couch, playing video games on their TV. The second thing he noticed was the mess the other two had managed to create in the time it took him to work his shift and run a few errands. Jakob wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or enraged.

“No wonder the girls next door try to avoid us.” He thought.

“Yo,” Hector greeted from the couch. Jakob sighed, kicking off his shoes before padding through the living area.

“Hey,” He wearily replied. “What’s with the mess? I just cleaned this place yesterday.” He added, griping.

“Oh, yeah, I guess we had some snacks earlier.”

“Yeah, no kidding. Are you going to clean this up?” Jakob nagged.

“Yeah, ‘mom.’ I’ll get to it after this game.” Hector replied with hostile sarcasm. Jakob stepped in front of the TV, and Hector furrowed his brow angrily. “Hey! C’mon man! I’m about to come in first! Move!”

“Not until you promise you’ll clean up after yourself,” Jakob demanded.

“Okay, okay! Just move!” Hector hollered. Jakob let out a weary scoff.

“Whatever.” He grumbled, stepping out of Hector’s view. He dropped the incense envelope on the end table next to the couch and walked to the kitchen with his grocery bag clutched by its plastic handles. As he passed the stairs, his other roommate, Max, came trotting down the stairs with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was the only one of the three who put a noticeable effort into his physique and never had a problem walking around the house in barely anything.

“Hey, Jake. What’s up?” he asked, his short, black hair still dripping and matted against his scalp. Jakob shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m alright, you?” Jakob replied.

“Ah, ya’know, just got up. Work was pretty hectic last night. Lotta’ people for a Thursday night. The place was understaffed, so I got bum-rushed at the bar. How was work for you?”

“Meh, the same as usual.” Jakob continued to the kitchen. He turned his head to add one more thing. “There’s some new incense next to the couch. Feel free to spark some up. Maybe it’ll cover Hector’s smell.”

“Fuck youuuu,” Hector half-heartedly retorted from his place on the couch, affording minimal attention from his game.

“Sick,” Max added. He padded over to the couch, holding his towel around his waist, and fell into the spot beside Hector. He grabbed the speckled Khaki envelope off the end table and looked up at the action happening on the TV. “What’s this?” He asked. Hector always seemed to be playing something new.

“Cry of Honor. What else?” Hector replied. Another player appeared from behind a wall, and Hector killed them with a half-second look through the scope of his rifle.

“Which one?” Max asked, looking over the envelope.

“The latest one,” Hector replied, barely averting attention from the screen.

“Hmm,” Max replied. Any interest he had in Hector’s hobby quickly evaporated. “Hyena’s Hackles…” He said, reading the golden inscription off the package.

“That’s a weird name for incense,” Hector observed. “Not ‘sandalwood’ or something.”

“That’s what it says,” Max assured. He opened the envelope up and took a sniff. The sharp, cedar scent drifted up his nostrils, burrowing into his microscopic receptors. His brain’s pleasure centers sprung to life, and his pupils dilated. “Wow, this smells awesome. Smells like the planks my dad cooks salmon on. I don’t get the name, but whatever.”

“If it’s so good, then spark one up, man. Don’t just tell, show.”

Max chuckled and slipped one from its home inside the package. “Can do, my dude.”

He reached over to the end table and pulled the top drawer open. He dug around for their trusty incense holder and the accompanying lighter, removing them when he felt them against his fingers. Max set the gaudy ceramic dragon holder on the coffee table and slipped the rough, cedar-scented stick into the hole at the end, taking the struck flame of the lighter to it once it was snug.

The end caught fire, and Max set the lighter down, leaning in to blow the flame out, leaving only a glowing ember. The smoke lifted gracefully from the ember, slowly filling the area around the boys with the scent of the forest. It smelled even better than Max initially thought and, to Hector, better than Max hyped it up to be.

Max sat back in his place, watching Hector’s game as a new round loaded up. A deep ease and relaxation crept up their bodies, and suddenly, Max didn’t feel much like going back upstairs to get dressed.

“Sooooo, you going to put on some clothes anytime soon?” Hector asked, eyeing his roommate’s primarily naked body with a quick side-eye. Something odd plucked at his psyche when his gaze momentarily fell on the fit male beside him. It made his loins tingle and his heart flutter. But he shoved those feelings aside and returned to the new round he’d just entered.

“Eeeeh, maybe in a bit. I’m feeling pretty cozy at the moment.” He looked over at Hector momentarily, feeling his own loins stir just a touch. A tiny smirk graced his face. “Why? Uncomfortable with your nearly naked roommate sitting next to you?”

Hector scoffed, his face turning a touch pink. “No… I just… Would prefer the couch not get all soggy.”

Max kicked back and watched the action on the flatscreen before them, the two remaining silent, the game’s sounds providing the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. The two gradually slipped into a calm state of relaxation, refusing to acknowledge the pumping of blood between their legs and trying their best to push intrusive thoughts from their minds.

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Thirty minutes had passed since Max lit the incense, and in that time, much had changed not only with their surroundings but inside them, too.

There was a thick haze to the room now, quite noticeable to anyone not seduced by its libido-increasing aroma. The delicate stream of smoke rising from the orange, embering end had become a billowing torrent, its swells and eddies dissipating into the already smokey air. With how thick the air was already, it could be assumed that the entire stick had been burned through in minutes, yet the ember was no closer to the base than when Max had initially sparked it.

The boys sat in silence during the duration, staring at the screen while Hector did progressively worse at his game. Their minds struggled to think of thoughts devoid of debauchery or carnality, both voyaging into territories before undiscovered, craving things previously unwanted. Both failed to notice the change in their surroundings. Or maybe they just didn’t care? After all, the sweet cedar scent flowing into their noses with each breath only delivered greater pleasure, leaving their minds as foggy as the room itself.

They found it challenging to keep their eyes on the screen. Not just because of the thickening haze but because they couldn’t help but flicker to the side, stealing glances at the other’s form, particularly between each other’s legs.

Both of them were as stiff as a board, Max’s bulge all too obvious, tenting his towel. Hector’s was almost as obvious; he at least had the extra layer of his underwear beneath his sweatpants. They imagined what those expressed outlines were concealing. How big the other was, how well they’d manscaped, what they would…taste like on their tongues and in their mouths, How they’d feel…crammed deep inside their holes…

“Oh, god…” Hector shuddered. His fantasies of being taken by his friend overflowed inside and manifested in physical form. His runaway libido sent a shiver of pleasure down his body. His cock twitched inside its cotton prison and saturating the crotch of his pants with a damp dollop of precum.

Max turned his head and gazed over at his roommate, his eyes hovering around Hector’s crotch a little too long. He noticed the fresh stain growing on Hector’s sweats even through the haze. It was hard to pull his eyes away, but with enough willpower, he managed it.

“W-what?” Max replied, stuttering, a very uncharacteristic thing for a charismatic guy like him to do.

“Uhh. Nothing. It’s nothing. It’s the incense. It’s just… making me feel funny is all.” As he took in another breath, his cock twitched again, and the spot on his pants spread. Max saw it happen, and he absentmindedly licked his lips. He could smell it, its musk, Hector’s musk, even past the overpowering aroma of smoke. He shouldn’t have been able to smell it, but the end of his nose shouldn’t have the black coloration it did, either.

The smell of Hector’s precum tickled the budding receptors lining the insides of his nose, and the handsome man felt his own cock twitch with sudden excitement. A wet spot of his own appeared over the bulge of his towel. The scent instantly hit Hector’s own changing nose. The two basked in each other’s refined male scent, their arousal broiling with each breath, each breath increasing the stain in the fabric covering them up. Their clothes… Those wretched things.

Neither of them wished to be clothed any longer. Their clothes felt constricting and unnatural. The only thing keeping them from tearing every thread off their bodies was the unspoken rule of their plutonic bond, both waiting for the other to break that boundary first so they could join in. There was also the fear that breaking that unspoken boundary might send them spiraling into places far beyond that. They figured if they sat on the couch together, naked, they might quickly turn to more promiscuous activities that, until thirty minutes ago, had been inconceivable.

Yet both wanted it more than anything. They wanted to give in and let their breaking inhibitions take the reins. To explore the unknown and simply…fuck…

Safety scissors could cut the tension on that couch. The two turned their attention back to the game, now barely visible through the fog. It was clear that Hector was no longer playing, the game having timed out long ago. The controller nestled against the rock-hard bulge in his pants. Max looked over at him, noticing the way his ears appeared more extensive than before, rounder, and with a blackish discoloration.

“You’re not playing,” Max observed out loud. A growing fire stoked in his loins, and his heart beat faster, signs his libido was boiling over, taking control.

“Y-yeah…” Hector replied, swallowing a lump in his throat. His hands fidgeted with the contours of his controller, tracing over them while fantasizing it was Max’s member. Max watched his fingers smooth up, down, and all around the curves of black plastic. His fingers clutched his towel, pretending it was Hector’s clothes as he pulled him closer.

“Are you gonna play anything else?” Max asked, his voice taking on a tender tone. Hector swallowed another lump.

“M-maybe. What do you suggest…I play?” He asked, his voice quivering with suspense. The lust for his roommate swelled inside him. The spot of pre on his pants got larger. He nibbled his lower lip, staring at the massive tent in Max’s towel.

“S-something we can…play together?” Max gingerly replied.

“Yeah, I-I’d de-definitely like to…to play with you.” He said, shuffling every so slightly toward the nearly naked man next to him, letting his controller fall to the floor, thus exposing his stiff, pre-soaked bulge. Max chortled in response, eyeing Hector’s crotch. He, too, shuffled a little closer,

“And I definitely want to play with you too,” Max said, nearly a whisper. They were close enough together that he needn’t speak above a murmur. Their virile male musks flooded their shifting noses, overpowering the incense’s freshly cut aroma. Their eyes met, the two salivating with an insatiable hunger for each other.

“Then let’s play…” Hector said.

Their eyes fluttered down to each other’s lips briefly, and they knew what the other wanted. Their eyes then shut, and they leaned in together, Max’s hand already curling around Hector’s shoulder. The second their lips met, their fates were sealed. Nothing could separate them. They wanted nothing more than to be together and foster their new feelings.

Max turned into their kiss, pulling the towel from his lap, finally uncovering the goods beneath. Max’s tool bobbed out at full attention. His scent burned in Hector’s nose, and without looking, Hector knew Max was now uncovered. Hector turned toward Max as they made out. His hand moved down to Max’s hairy thigh, gripping it when Max sucked his tongue. His fingers inched for Max’s member, daring to take hold of its girth. Max urged him on, taking his hand and placing it right on its hot, pre-slicked length before coming up to Hector’s face, caressing it like he would a girl whom he met after a night working behind the bar.

Hector’s free hand met the one caressing his face, taking it and lacing his fingers between Max’s. He moaned when Max’s other hand gave his side a playful squeeze. As this went on, sharper sounds layered over those of their smacking lips and tender vocations. Cracks and pops emanated from their faces, their visages slowly pressing outward, the beginnings of their soon-to-be muzzles.

Hector wrapped his fingers around the other man’s cock, coating them in Max’s pungent precum, getting them nice and slick. He stroked him slowly, up and down, rubbing the head of his cock with his thumb. Max moaned with delight despite their twisting tongues, and Hector rested his leg over Max’s, the two getting as close as they could.

“Fuck you’re a good kisser.” Max complemented, momentarily breaking their kiss. Hector went back to kiss Max again just before replying.

“Thanks, handsome,” He said with a flustered breath. He stopped himself from going back for more of Max’s lips, his hot breath puffing against the nape of his lover’s neck. “I… I want to taste you. I want to sample that delicious smell tempting me so.” His amorous words flowed into Max’s ears like honey. The two were lost to their desires now, their minds concentrating on nothing but satisfying their out-of-control libidos.

“G-go ahead, cutie. It’s right there for you.” Max replied. Hector’s heart fluttered at the sensual tone of his lover.

Hector pushed himself off the couch and slid onto his knees, right between Max’s. His studly roommate’s throbbing cock stood before his partially muzzled face, only inches away. Max’s musk was overpowering to his changing nose. Every breath brought more heightened arousal, and the smoke surrounding them brought further changes to his form in the most tantalizing ways.

His pelvis creaked as it widened just slightly. He brought his elongating face closer to Max’s meat, letting his longer, flatter tongue slip from his maw. He took a long lick, coating his tongue in Max’s virile secretions. The harsh, tangy flavor lit up his new taste buds, sending thrilling jolts to his brain that pushed him into a vivacious frenzy.

The boy giggled like a maniac, closing his eyes as he struggled to compose himself. His hands rose from his lap and wrapped around the impressive member he craved so dearly. The emerging leathery pads on his palms and fingers delighted Max, and the naked man let his head lull back against the couch’s backrest, groaning with delight.

Without warning, Max’s cock was all but gobbled up, sliding into Hector’s muzzle and down his throat. The boy nestled in his lap took it all, his crackling, lengthening maw only making it easier for him. Hector loved the taste of his lover. He loved the sensation of his mouth being filled with a proper male’s member. He wanted more, more cocks. He wanted his ass stuffed full of them, filled completely. He wanted them to leave their seed inside him so he could bear their pups.

Wait… That wasn’t right…right? He was a male, incapable of bearing children…right? But if that were true, then why did he feel like such a bitch in heat?

He needed this feeling, the feeling of submission, the feeling of being used. It felt so right. As he pondered this new feeling, slurping at Max’s proud, firm member, his round, leathery ears twitched to the pop and snap of his hips widening further and his shoulders narrowing tighter.

“Good girl,” Max praised, bringing both hands down to pet Hector’s shaggy blonde hair. Max wasn’t sure why he’d used the word ‘girl.’ He supposed it felt…right. His instincts detected something coming off his lover, something inherently feminine. He felt the same energy spurring within him, too, but different. He was meant to be a ‘top’ girl, making the others capitulate to his needs with impunity. Yes, ‘she’ was more of an alpha than a beta. She should take charge of her ‘lesser.’

Max moaned. His own round, dark ears twitched as his hips made a sudden *crack!* They lurched outward, widening, relieving a pressure down there that Hector’s beautiful muzzled mouth left him unaware of until now. His shoulders remained primarily intact, softening instead of narrowing.

A pleasurable ache surfaced in his chest, and he removed a hand from Hector’s head to feel the soft mounds burgeoning there. Breasts… They were firm. Yet, as they grew into a larger cup size, he gripped the fatty pillow beneath the forming glands. He pinched one of his enlarging nipples, letting a sensual yelp slip from his maw. In such a short period, his voice had risen significantly in pitch and lost some of its buzz. She wished to take this new sound out for a spin.

“Yeah, slurp me up, you little bitch.” She sneered. Her hand gripped Hector’s hair a little tighter. Hector yelped into her blow job, the little bitch’s voice having succumbed to the same changes Max’s had, only shriller, daintier. Hector followed up the pain in his scalp with a pleasurable moan. She loved being put in place by her better. She liked the pain and, spurred on by Max’s aggressive attitude, she worked double time sucking his domineering lover off.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl. Do a good job for mommy.” Max added. Hector’s cock sleeve of a throat massaged her member expertly. The bitch was meant for this. Sucking and fucking. Although, Max hadn’t had the chance to try the latter out yet. What a better time than now?

Max yanked Hector away from her cock. The beta’s drool clung to her meat, marinating it for what was to come next. A few strands linked Hector’s muzzle to its girth before thinning and splitting. Hector yelped as Max pulled her away, her girlish tone matching how soft and curvy her body had become while she’d worshiped her alpha’s cock. The budding of her breasts tented her hoodie, the casual apparel hanging off her slimmer frame. Max’s paw turned her cute, muzzled face upward toward her own. She beamed an arrogant grin at her, watching the patches of speckled fur sprouting from Hector’s smooth skin.

“Wanna try playing something different?” Max asked, her demeanor implying the question was more rhetorical than not.

“Y-yeah,” Hector mewled, already knowing where this was all going. Her eyes flickered about Max’s feminizing yet still very mighty body. Much like hers, Max’s skin sprouted patches of a tawny pelt speckled with black spots. The difference was that Max hid nothing, what with his lack of clothes. Max wanted Hector’s dress to match her own. She wanted to see the girl’s fur grow.

Max withdrew her hands from their current occupations and leaned over, gripping the lower hem of Hector’s hoodie and the t-shirt underneath. She firmly pulled the loose article off the half-hyena. Hector raised her dainty arms to eagerly assist her ‘better.’ Max clutched the clothing in her fist and threw them through the heavy fog, leaving Hector topless. Hector looked up at Max as Max leered at her half-naked body.

“Very nice, so far.” She complimented. She lifted her clawed foot and flicked one of Hector’s nipples with her toes, the lesser hyena’s nubs standing erect off her modest breasts. Hector closed her eyes and shuttered, moaning when Max massaged her leathery padded soles into her new sensitive protrusions. Max’s foot rose to her chin, and she wiggled her darkened nail under Hector’s muzzle, much to Hector’s delight.

“Worship me like the good girl you are, and we can play,” Max demanded. “Use that new tongue of yours.” Hector was quick to comply. She closed her eyes and took her better’s bestial foot in her paws. Her thumbs worked over Max’s pads and dug into the arch between her pads and heel. Meanwhile, while her fingers stroked over the top.

Hector’s maw parted, and her tongue ventured just enough to glide Max’s toes over it as they entered her mouth. As she massaged her alpha’s foot, she washed her toes, her tongue meticulously cleaning between every one of them. Her head tipped and bobbed as she did her job, reaching every crevasse, every nook, exploring every angle. “Such an eager girl you are. You’ll make a great mother for our pups.” Hector moaned at the mention of being knocked up. It sent a shiver through her being, and as that shiver concluded in her groin, her stiff and aching member beginning to shrink.

Max’s eyes snapped to a touch of movement just above Hector’s expanding rear. The girl’s sweatpants bulged at her tailbone, the bulge swelling before Hector’s new tail sprung free, tight near the base but poofing outward near the tip with black fuzz. It swayed happily as Hector worshiped her alpha. Max cracked a smile, giggling to herself. “Mmmm. Very cute.” She remarked. Her other leg extended so her toes could groom the excess fuzz of the girl’s newest limb.

Her foot then stroked up along Hector’s back, her claws combing her pet’s blonde mane, the strip of longer hair growing down her back as an extension of her shaggy hair. Hector’s fur grew thicker as she groomed her beta, blending into her new mane. She looked beautiful, and Max couldn’t wait to breed the bitch. She looked down at her own body, the patches of fur filling in over her ironclad abs and still-expanding breasts.

She admired herself, getting an eyeful before letting her head lull back, and her maw fall open. A gleeful cackle spilled forth from her open snout, reverberating throughout the smokey room. Self-indulgence took the steering wheel, and she touched herself reverently, one hand stroking her darkening cock while the other kneaded back and forth between her blackening nipples.

“I’m going to fuck you so good after you’re done down there,” Max said between cackles. “You’re gonna love it!” Her cackles abruptly cut off, and her head snapped toward the kitchen, her round ears at full attention. She’d thought she heard something. Jakob, perhaps. As she shifted feet, letting Hector lap at the other, she listened intently, wondering what her other roommate could be up to.

Was Jakob, too, experiencing these glorious transformations? And if he was, would he become yet another bitch to lay her seed into? She hoped so. Her cock throbbed in her hand at the thought. Two fine beta bitches to fuck. All for her.

It was fitting they were surrounded by clouds. The whole experience felt heavenly…

“Jakob!” Max called out, a vast and devilish grin splitting her face. “Come out here and play with Mama Maxine!” She added, declaring a new name that better fit her new body. “Come play with your new sister, Helen, too.” She said in a lower voice, more to ‘Helen’ than Jakob, denoting her lesser’s assigned new name.

There was no reply from the kitchen. None that Maxine could detect. She shrugged her shoulders. “Suit yourself, bitch. I’ll come get you later.” She’d had enough foreplay with Helen. It was time to get down to business.

Maxine nudged the needy girl off her foot using the other. “Alright, get up here and present for me.”

Helen giggled and gave her alpha a few quick nods. She bounded up onto the couch with her new paws and faced away from the much larger, shemale hyena. She wiggled her round, ample rear, her display still concealed by her soiled sweatpants. “Let’s get these pesky things out of the way, shall we?” Maxine said, hooking two of her clawed fingers underneath the waistbands of Helen’s sweats and boxers. She tugged them down, Helen’s expansive, child-bearing hips offering more resistance than expected. Still, the garments yielded to her will, and down to Helen’s knees, they came.

Maxine peered through the fog at Helen’s posterior. It was nearly perfect, the only blemish being the pathetic set of male genitalia still present between her legs. Those wouldn’t last; Maxine knew this. The alpha yeen smelled the bitch on her, and it was driving her every instinct to mate.

“Looks like you aren’t done yet.” She mentioned, getting up on her knees behind the bitch. She felt her tail emerging from her backside, the sensation of pinching and tugging at her tailbone making its growth evident. She grunted to herself, conceding the fact that she had a few changes yet to go through. “To be fair, neither am I, it would appear.” She brushed her hand over her dark mohawk of a mane, giggling. Without warning, she grabbed Helen’s hips like she owned them.

Of course she owned them…

“That doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun in the meantime. Now, does it?!” She cackled. The alpha hyena lurched forward, forcing the black tip of her member up against Helen’s puckered hole. Helen sucked in a breath, then let out a startled yelp as Maxine pushed her way through, cramming the tip inside, followed by several inches of length.

Helen was tight, and both she and Maxine winced as they coupled. With a bit of extra power, Maxine managed to slam the last few inches of her new, improved cock inside her beta. The tip struck Helen’s shrinking prostate as Maxine bottomed out in her, and the girl’s discomforted gasps and grunts quickly dissolved into the coos and mewls of newly discovered pleasure.

“Like that? huh?” Maxine quipped. Slowly, she withdrew her cock from Helen, and Helen produced a long, satisfied groan before Maxine thrust back into her. She yelped again, this time with more pleasure underlying her tone. As Maxine began thrusting in and out between the girl’s haunches, again and again, these yelps would devolve into the whorish moans of a slut.

“Oh, Maxine!” Helen mewled, praising her alpha for the glorious pounding she received. Maxine cackled, her nails digging into the spotted pelt of Helen’s hips. Her hand reached out and grabbed a hold of Helen’s mane, provoking another yelp from the bitch. The yelp had a subtle whine of pleasure underlying it. What followed it up were the gleeful cackles of a girl whose mind had broken under the intensity. It had Maxine giggling through her feral grunts.

“Oooooh, you really liked that.” She mused. “You like it when your alpha pulls your scraggly mane, girl?”

Helen gave one last cackle. “Yes! I fuckin love it!” She cried, her tail wiggling joyously. Maxine stifled further giggles.

“Damn right, you do…”

Maxine continued plowing into her bitch, positioning her leg over Helen’s hips for better leverage and deeper thrusts. Her powerful legs drove her forward and back, hard and deep, every movement sending ripples through Helen’s thick thighs and bountiful ass. Each time Maxine’s balls connected with those rippling thighs, her spear-like tip would beat against Helen’s cum button, bringing her as close to orgasm as Maxine.

Their open maws unleashed a deluge of ecstatically depraved cackles, rapidly losing their minds to their raging lusts. Every breath inhaled only exasperated those lusts; the incense’s enticing aroma worked its magic into their bodies, saturating their blood and fogging their minds. They fucked like beasts, with no love, no intimacy, only pure drive, a need to quell the blaze in their loins.

Maxine was relentless. Her thrusts into Helen only hastened to a blistering pace. Each of Maxine’s plunges into the girl brought her inches closer to orgasm. Helen loved this more than anything before. She wanted to cum so bad, she just hoped Maxine could last long enough to let her.

But Maxine didn’t care for the needs of her lesser. As far as Maxine was concerned, Helen was nothing but a hole for her to abuse.

Maxine’s cackles halted for but a moment, and she came like a cannon. Her breath caught in her throat just before hollering out as she came. “Oh! Fuck yes! God damn! You are the best thing I’ve ever felt, girl!” Her cock pulsed and lurched inside Helen’s tight ass, rapidly filling it with pints of hot hyena seed. It sloshed from Helen’s hole, being drawn outward like Maxine were a mammalian pumpjack.

Helen howled. She was so close to the divine height she sought, but her alpha’s greed denied her. Each slowing thrust inside her pulled her further from the orgasm that had just been in reach. “Maxine! Please don’t stop! Please let me cum!” She brayed. Maxine answered her pleas with a wicked snarl.

“You’ll cum when I want you to, bitch! You’ll cum when you have a proper pussy to fuck!”

“ THAT’S NOT YOUR PUSSY TO FUCK, MAXINE!!! ” A bellowing female voice roared from the kitchen entrance. It shook the walls, rattled the furniture, and chilled them to their bones. Both girls came to a wide-eyed, dead stop where they were, Maxine still buried inside Helen. Maxine’s sperm dribbled out of the beta, the squelching of it puddling on the couch the only noise in the moments preceding Maxine’s suddenly quivering words.

“J-jakob? Is that you?”

The voice answered, not as loud this time, but still retaining every bit of imposition.

“It’s ‘Jackie,’ now, whelp.”

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Jakob stirred his pot of chili, savoring the spicy aroma wafting from the stove. Only a minute or two more and he’d have a tasty, freshly made meal, with enough of the delicious concoction left to last him a few days. He’d probably freeze some of it and save it. However, that depended on how much room he had in the freezer. The frozen veggies and meats belonging to the other two took up so much space that he usually had to force the door closed afterward.

There was another scent joining those of his food. It smelled like freshly cut cedar. Max must have gotten into the incense, as suggested. It smelled good. Really good. Jakob stood away from his pot to get a better, undiluted sample of the cedar scent. He hummed a pleased hum to himself. A rush of inexplicable tingles rippled over his body, and he shivered in response. It was a good pick, especially for a free product.

He grabbed a bowl from the cupboard next to the stove and dished out a few scoops with a ladle. He placed a spoon inside the red, spicy mixture and plucked the bag of shredded cheese he’d bought alongside the rest of the ingredients.

Sitting down at the table, he took a first spoonful and slipped it into his mouth, reveling in the results of his culinary labor. “Mmmmm.” He hummed. It was hot, of course, but he took it from the sides, where it was at least a little cooler.

A euphoric feeling began slowly wading over his body as he ate, like slipping into a perfectly balanced bath. The foresty scent of the incense was more prominent, and as Jakob lavished his tongue with each bite he took, so did each breath of the intoxicating aroma pamper his nose.

He grunted, feeling a sudden stiffness in his pants. His free hand traveled downward, brushing over the strained bulge in his pants, gasping as his fingers grazed it. Why was he getting so… hard? Was his meal really this tasty? He wasn’t that good of a cook. He gripped his stiffening bulge, adjusting himself so his member had more room to ‘grow.’ However, as he returned to his meal, his hand remained there, his fingers absentmindedly stroking over the tenting denim.

His heart skipped a beat, fluttering to catch up. He gasped as his fingers gripped his length through the denim, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him. He shoveled more of his meal into his mouth, his…protruding mouth. He thought nothing of it. His mind was too hazy, and his arousal was frothing over. “F-fuck.” He breathed. His fingers went for the button of his fly. His breaths came in long and steady. “Need to…“ he puffed. “N-n-need to…f-fuck.”

A *snap* originated from his face. His eyes turned down to see the blacking flesh at the end of his nose. They looked down past his emerging muzzle to see he’d finished off the last of his chili, the bowl almost as bare save for the spots of leftover sauce. As his eyes scanned the bowl, an irresistible urge came over him. He set the spoon down and took the bowl, lifting it to his face. A longer, flatter tongue slipped from his mouth between sharpening fangs, and he licked the saucey remains from the ceramic surface, enjoying every last morsel.

He worked his fly as he cleaned his bowl. The blackened nails protruding from his fingers fumbled with the fly until it was open enough to allow his fingers entrance. He squeezed his rock-hard member between his bestial fingers, stroking himself as pre leaked from his tip, soiling his boxers. He groaned, feeling his torso crack and pop, hearing the sounds of sudden growth in his hips and the narrowing of his ribs with more prominent, more pointed ears.

With the bowl spotless, Jakob put the dish down, panting like a dog. Like a bitch in heat. His mind was as foggy as the room had become. He could almost make out the opposite wall if he squinted. This was wrong. There had to be a fire in the other room. What else could generate this much smoke? But the smoke smelled so… wonderful, made him feel so wonderful. Even if there was such a fire, the only one that mattered to him was the one blazing within him, in his loins.

His hand dug under the waistband of his boxers, fingers wrapping around his cock. He stroked himself off, letting his head fall back, basking in the sensations his leathery padded fingers produced. His face cracked again with the continual protrusion of his muzzle, and his skin stretched over the growing bones.

He was all too aware of the transformations happening throughout his form, although he simply didn’t care. Every new addition to his features sent a splash of euphoria through him. He liked the changes, and he wanted more… He yanked his throbbing cock from its prison and jerked himself off with a furious vigor, letting every fantastic change feed into the sum of his pleasure.

Something tugged above his widening backside, and he reached back with his free hand to feel a fleshy nub extruding from his spine. He freed the emerging limb from his pants to let his new tail lengthen unobstructed. Simultaneously, two new additions to his chest appeared alongside his tail. The two soft orbs expanding from his chest tented his t-shirt, but only when his nipples pressed against the taut fabric did he notice them. The spike of euphoria produced by his sensitive nipples on cotton pulled his attention from his tail.

“Mmmmm, fuck…” He moaned. The voice leaving his muzzle had a higher pitch than before. It sounded overtly feminine, but the weight and added bass it carried inspired a mighty confidence in himself and, to any that might hear it, an overwhelming urge to submit. The morphing half-man pried her hand from his crotch so it could join the other in pulling his shirt off. It was easier said than done. Through a combination of his bulking body and his burgeoning breasts, it was tighter than ever. After several failed attempts to remove the garment, he simply flexed his bulging arm muscles, and the fabric tore from her body.

Jakob looked over his shifting body, rubbing his hands over the thick, black-striped, khaki fur sprouting in patches. It grew on his arms, too, and he watched the patches fill in while he massaged his padded fingers over his new tits.

“God, damn. This is unbelievable.” He moaned, pinching the erect nubs of his nipples between his clawed fingers. “Ohhhh, fuck yeah…” He breathed. She was becoming something to be feared and admired, and she loved every second.

‘She?’ She thought. Yes…‘She.’ ‘She’ was becoming a hyena. A female hyena. But not just any female hyena, the matriarch of her pack. She felt it in her tightening muscles, bolstering to give her the mighty form she required to lead and dominate. She felt it in her lengthening mane as her hair follicles spread down her neck onto her back, leaving her with a ferocious mohawk of brown hair. She was meant to take charge, boss others around, but most importantly, take first pick when ‘breeding.’ She needed a new, more appropriate name to match her new self.

“Jackie,” she thought. That was a name that said ‘strong, yet feminine.’ She could also hang on to a part of her old name.

Jackie flexed the ache out of her bulging musculature, then went back to dousing the inferno between her legs. Her hands fell upon her body, feeling up her expanding breasts with one and pumping her cock with the other. Her cock had definitely gained a degree of sensitivity, for when she touched it, electric shivers coursed up her muscle-bound form. She winced, her teeth clenching and her lips pulling back down the length of her muzzle. Her long, pointed ears twitched and rotated toward the kitchen exit, where the living room was. She heard them… The other two, her packmates, her lessers.

“Jakob! Come out here and play with Mama Maxine!”

It was Max, or ‘Maxine’ as she appeared to be calling herself now. Jackie growled. “ She play with her?” Jackie thought. “How dare she?” Maxine had no authority over her. Jackie was the matriarch of their pack, not her. “Oh, I’ll play with you, alright. Once I’m complete, I’m going to show you the true meaning of ‘play.’”

A sudden tearing sound broke her concentration. Her jeans practically exploded from the seams, her thunderous thighs causing them to burst into strips and tatters. With all that was going on, she hadn’t even noticed how tight they’d gotten. She stifled a cackle, her teeth gritting as she inched closer and closer to orgasm.

“Suit yourself, bitch. I’ll come get you later.” Jackie heard Maxine growl from the other room. Jackie growled again.

“God, I’m going to make you pay for your arrogance.” She spoke under her breath.

What would she force upon her new packmates? How would she make them pay? So many ideas popped into her mind. She let the most arousing of them linger. “All in due time, sweetie…” She growled.

New sensations bloomed between her legs, just below her member. The gonads she now considered a nuisance rolled up inside her body, coupling with her prostate as her reproductive system shifted to the female end of the spectrum. The fur-covered flesh of her sack split and reformed into the sensitive folds of her new labia. A curious clawed hand reached down below her slimming cock to explore her new ‘features.’

Jackie took a second to stifle another cackle as her furry fingers dipped between her sensitive cleft. They ventured deeper, probing every nook and cranny to her delight. Her fingers teased at her hole, and the alpha hyena let a cackle slip for a moment. She gritted her teeth together and continued on, penetrating her own virgin hole with her digits.

She was close now. So quickly she could bring herself to the edge. It wouldn’t take much longer before her inner walls would be clenching around her fingers, and what was left of her cock would be spraying the bottom of the table with her womanly juices. Her fingers hooked inside her yearning cunt, hitting that sweet spot she’d heard about before.

Her body quaked as the first moments of climax hit her. Her head leaned back, eyes rolling upward as every pleasure center in her brain shot her with the heaviest hit of serotonin. She growled, foaming at the mouth. It was beyond intense, like her spirit was being ripped from her body only to ascend into the heavens above. Her legs shook, her belly clenched, and with a single burst, she painted the underside of the table in lady cum, which immediately splashed and dribbled down onto both her lap and the floor around her.

The chair she sat on got much of the same treatment, her pussy gushing straight through her boxers and coating the varnished wood in her squirt. She felt weightless. Twitching in place and bucking against her own hands. It was the most incredible feeling, like nothing she thought possible. No drug on earth could mimic the cosmic highs surging through her being.

But, like all good things, even this had to end. She’d spent a minute or two riding the peaks and valleys of her climax, but eventually, the law of diminishing returns brought her back down to earth. She sat in her chair, panting with a lap matted with viscous, musky fluid and an ass saturated with much the same.

Her hands fell lazily to her sides. The massive pillows that were her breasts climbed and fell with each long, exasperated breath she took. She was at peace, basking in the afterglow of her self-love. Her serenity would be broken shortly by the cacophony of cackles erupting from the room outside. Her eyes snapped open, a most displeased frown furrowing her brow. “Those two…” She growled. If they thought they could avoid excluding their matriarch from their fun, they had another thing coming.

The queen yeen pushed her chair out and stood up from her sticky seat. Strings of her fluid trailed the fabric of her tautly stretched boxers. That’s right… She was still wearing this uncomfortable garment. What need did she have for them? What was there to hide? Her enormous tits? Her imposing clitoris? No… She wanted everyone to see her magnificent form in all its glory. She ripped the cloth from her glorious body with a tug from her paw, dropping the matted shreds on the linoleum below.

She strode toward the kitchen exit, her pointed ears picking up Helen’s cries for mercy and Maxine’s boisterous commands. The creaking of the couch under the weight of Maxine’s furious thrusts backplayed their vocations.

“Maxine! Please don’t stop! Please let me cum!”

“You’ll cum when I want you to, bitch! You’ll cum when you have a proper pussy to fuck!”

Jackie had to duck as she stepped through the doorway. She couldn’t see the two of them, but she knew exactly where they were by the sounds they made. She glared furiously through the fog in their direction and bellowed out.

“THAT’S NOT YOUR PUSSY TO FUCK, MAXINE!!!”

The sounds emanating from the couch fell immediately silent. Jackie could hear them shaking where they kneeled. Maxine’s voice answered through the fog. It quivered with a suddenly brought-on terror that brought a smile to Jackie’s face.

“J-jakob? Is that you?”

Jackie’s smile widened, knowing she’d terrorized the arrogant hyena. Taking her rightful place at the top of the pack would be like taking candy from a baby.

“It’s ‘Jackie,’ now, whelp.” She replied.

Jackie strode toward the two, leaning down and throwing the coffee table aside as she approached the couch. The table flipped over in a frightful crash. The two came into view through the haze, Helen still hunched over the armrest and Maxine over her, cock still buried in the girl.

They looked up at their alpha like two frightened pups. Maxine’s regret showed on her face like a bad make-up job. The dark realization that there could be a more domineering hyena than her settling in her stomach like acid. She gaped her mouth to speak.

“J-Jackie?”

“Yes…Jackie. Your new matriarch.” Jackie replied. She placed her hands on her hips, sneering down at her lesser.

“Jackie, I-“

The back of Jackie’s hand cut her off, striking her in her muzzled face faster than she could think. The blow stunned the hyena, and she yipped. Her hand rose to rub her aching cheek, but Jackie snatched her wrist, her other hand grabbing Maxine’s hackles, squeezing another yelp from her.

“You don’t get to touch my things without my permission, Maxine! You got that?!” Spittle flung from Jackie’s bellowing maw, and Maxine winced even more as droplets impacted her furry face. “You got that, Maxine?!” She reiterated, the lesser yeen attempting to shrink away with little success.

“Yes, Jackie, m-my matriarch…” She mewled, tears welling in her eyes. Jackie gripped Maxine’s hackles tighter and growled. How quickly her attitude had shifted in the presence of a true alpha. Jackie reveled in Maxine’s pitiful turn of character. She’d never felt so powerful. “I-I’m sorry, mistress! I didn’t mean to offend. Please! Have mercy!”

Jackie threw her lesser across the couch and pointed a clawed finger at her. “You sit and stay!” Maxine nodded frantically at Jackie’s harsh command and, using her padded feet, pushed herself into the corner of the couch. She rubbed her wrists, whining to herself as she soothed the pain. Jackie turned from her and kneeled next to a quivering Helen, the bitch no doubt expecting the same aggressive response Maxine just endured. The matriarch matched Helen’s eye level, the bitch refusing to meet her gaze out of fear.

Helen was pleasantly surprised to feel the tender caress of Jackie’s paw under her chin, her matriarch gently coaxing her face towards hers.

“Don’t fret, girl,” Jackie said in a suddenly calm, almost motherly tone. “You didn’t know what you were doing was wrong. You’re a new bitch, unaccustomed to our new ways. Maxine should have known better than to take advantage of you like that.” Helen’s body settled, her tense demeanor slacking. Maxine spoke up from her coward’s corner, her speech as shakey as her morale.

“I-I didn’t know either m-mistress. I thought I w-was th-the leader.”

“YOU WERE SORELY MISTAKEN!” Jackie barked, her head snapping toward her subordinate. Helen started at the sudden noise. Maxine jumped and pushed herself deeper into her corner, throwing her shaking arms in front of her face in case Jackie got violent again.

“I-I was mistaken, mistress. I-I-I’m sorry, mistress.” She apologized as hastily as possible from behind her forearms.

“Now shut your mouth and sit still,” Jackie ordered.

“Y-yes mistress…” Maxine groveled, trembling. Jackie turned her attention back to Helen, who had stirred once more at Jackie’s roar. Her voice returned to its motherly tone.

“It’s alright. She’ll atone for her behavior.” Her hand rose to the top of Helen’s head, then gently stroked down the length of her mane. Helen’s disposition soothed again, her hackles easing as Jackie’s hand smoothed over them. The matriarch’s paw traveled down Helen’s back until she had her fingers gingerly curled around the fluff of the beta’s tail. “You look like you’ve been a good girl regardless of my absence, so I’ll go easy on you.”

Jackie’s hand abandoned Helen’s tail and dipped between the hyena’s legs. Her fingers parted the girl’s slavering new sex, much to Helen’s delight. The beta gasped at the touch, moaning when Jackie’s fingertips discovered the engorged clit that had been her penis only minutes ago. What a shame she never got to experience one last male climax before completing her transformation.

Her crotch was a mess, her fur sticky and matted where Maxine’s copious load had either dribbled out or spattered around her asshole. Jackie wondered how much of the stickiness messing Helen’s thighs could be attributed to the girl’s own arousal. She brought her hand before her face to observe the sticky substance, rubbing it between her fingertips.

“Such a mess you made, Maxine. Naughty girl.”

Helen watched her stand up, craning her neck to look behind herself as Jackie sat between the hunched-over Helen and the cowering Maxine. Both of her bitches looked pitiful in their own ways, one disheveled and used, the other quivering so hard she looked like she might actually soil herself. For shame… Jackie had her work cut out for her if she were to make this pack the best it could be.

“Helen, be a dear for me and lean back. Get that juicy ass nice and close to me. Right over my lap should do,”

“Yes, mistress.” She replied, doing as commanded. She let her body slide backward, her knees staying stationary and her ass hovering before Jackie’s face. “Like this, mistress?” She asked.

“Exactly like that, babe. Stick that ass out nice for us.” Jackie crooned. Helen obeyed. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, mistress,” Helen replied, her attitude perking. Jackie turned her head to face Maxine. The bitch looked back at her with weary eyes, ever cautious of her matriarch’s actions. Jackie’s smirk grew into a discerning smile. Maxine could picture the malicious thoughts flashing behind Jackie’s gleaming eyes, even through the smoke. “I have a good punishment for you, whelp.” Jackie paused to clear her throat. “Since you made such a mess of my toy, you may clean it up…with your tongue.”

Maxine’s ears pulled back, and she winced her eyes. “Y-yes mistress.” She agreed, fearing what might happen if she objected. The task was trivial, really. Just lick Helen’s ass and snatch clean, whatever, easy enough. It was the duress under which she had to complete said task that made it harsh, the humiliation of it. It was the reality that she had to perform this task before her better, prostrating herself before the alpha yeen as she watched. It cut her deep.

To Jackie, Maxine was no better than the submissive bitch Maxine had just fucked over the couch. Such a rapid demotion in rank, her time at the top so quickly usurped. She reluctantly accepted it, though. She had to. Despite her stature and pure muscle mass, she simply couldn’t compare to Jackie… The Yeen Queen.

Maxine cautiously roused from her place, crawling forward on all fours until her face neared Helen’s bountiful ass. “Quickly,” Jackie prompted with an impatient croon. She grabbed Maxine by her hackles and shoved the hyena’s face into Helen’s nethers. Maxine made a brief yelp before being muffled by Helen’s musty folds. “Get to work, bitch. Make that pussy shine for me.”

The sounds of slurping accompanied Maxine as she proceeded to lick her own cum out of Helen’s crotch. Jackie let go of Maxine’s hackles but kept a firm fist on her hair. Helen cooed, appreciating the warm sensation of Maxine’s tongue on her holes. “Do you like your bath, dear?” Jackie asked.

“Mhm,” Helen mewled. Her breaths came heavier the longer Maxine cleaned. Soon, her coos became moans, and her breaths hastened into rapid panting. “Mmmmm.” Jackie hummed. “You must be doing a good job, Maxxie. She likes it.” Maxine grunted in acknowledgment. Jackie detected hints of sarcasm in her short vocalization but decided to let it slip. She was enjoying her lesser’s punishment too much, watching every lap of her tongue with an arrogant smile stretched over her muzzle. The whole scene made her clit swell with arousal.

After a few minutes, Jackie decided Helen was clean enough. She simply couldn’t wait any longer. The scene stoked a fire within her, one she needed to douse. Her own pleasure was paramount, to be delivered by the two through their devoted worship…

“Enough. Jackie commanded, pulling a wincing Maxine off the other girl. “Now you please me, and nothing but me.” She let out a domineering growl that raised the other girls’ hackles in a fight or flight response. “Get on your knees, both of you. Get between my legs and give me the attention I deserve as your alpha.”

The two girls looked at each other momentarily, Helen twisting her neck to make eye contact with Maxine, showing a lustful, half-lidded gaze. Maxine’s eyebrows knitted with shame. To be forced into the same place as a beta, worshipping at another’s alter. The feeling pitted her stomach. Jackie grasped Maxine’s muzzle and pulled her sorry face toward her own. “Still having trouble accepting your proper place, girl?” Jackie asked, her voice rumbling with malice.

“N-no, mishtresh,” Maxine groveled, her alpha’s hand muffling her.

“Good. Now, don’t make me tell you twice.” Jackie snarled. She shoved Maxine’s face away from her, and the lesser hyena shriveled away, getting down on the ground between her alpha’s spread legs. Helen joined her, lethargically crawling down next to her pack-sister. She buried her muzzle in Jackie’s fresh, unlicked pussy. It drooled as much as Helen’s mouth did, and the two’s bodily excretions mingled briefly before Helen extended her tongue.

“Mmf,” Jackie grunted. “Good girl. But I still don’t feel your sister’s tongue doing its part.”

Maxine winced and forced her face forward. She crammed her muzzle next to Helen’s and deposited her tongue in the meager space she had left. The musky taste of her alpha’s genitals bit at her tastebuds, faltering her, but as she began licking, she managed to keep pace with Helen. The two worked in tandem, pleasing their matriarch. Their heads bobbed between Jackie’s legs, like two pups nursing from their mother’s breasts.

Jackie’s pointed ears focused on the sounds they made as they labored. The sounds of slurping and sucking, the muffled breaths, grunts, and coos that accompanied those sounds. Jackie’s hands gently landed atop their heads. She worked her claws into their scalps, giving either bitch some deserved scritches for their quick and effortless submission. “Good girls, both of you. Giving me the attention I deserve.” She scratched behind their ears, both girls cooing and arching their backs, their fuzzy tails wiggling behind their round asses with excitement.

The hand scratching Helen’s ears slid down to her face, momentarily caressing it before digging between the girl’s cheek and Jackie’s leg. Gently, Jackie urged the bitch from her place. “I have a special task for you, dear, and I think you’ll love it, too.” Jackie’s other hand abandoned Maxine’s scalp, and the matriarch pointed to her engorged pseudo-penis. It stood tall and proud now, jutting upwards from her labia like a fleshy spire. “Suck it, girl. Suck me off, and I’ll give you the privilege of riding it.”

Helen’s eyes lit up at the opportunity. She stirred from her place immediately, climbing upward, one hand using Maxine’s head as a hold, much to the other hyena’s displeasure. An irritated growl emitted from Maxine, although she never wavered in her task. She had a job to do, issued by her matriarch’s command, and by the yeen god, she’d complete it.

She’d redeem herself in the eyes of Jackie, her queen. Maybe she wasn’t the biggest hyena anymore, but she’d be the second biggest of them at least and her queen’s most trusted servant, too! Something to be proud of. She’d carry her head high, even as she bowed it before her alpha. The idea was really starting to turn her on, too. Her cock twitched at the thought of Jackie’s adoration toward her.

Helen climbed up Jackie’s leg and straddled her knee, subtly grinding her labia against her queen’s bulk. She was so small in comparison. She felt like she was straddling a tree trunk more than a mammal’s limb. Jackie towered over her, even while sitting, and the beta hyena looked up at her pack-mother like a child might an adult, with Jackie looming over them. Jackie returned Helen’s meek gaze and gave her a coy smirk. “What’re you waiting for, girl? Get busy.”

Swallowing an unexpected lump in her throat, Helen turned her head from her matriarch’s piercing eyes and gazed upon the staggering clitoris before her. It was big, much bigger than hers. But what did she expect, being a beta and all? She liked big things. They were so much easier to bring to her mouth.

Thoughtlessly, she did just that. Helen leaned over the length of Jackie’s leg and took the enlarged clit in her hands, curling her fingers around it and tilting it towards her gaping maw. With little effort, the queen hyena’s pseudo-member slid between her teeth and tonsils until its round head pressed against the back of her throat. Jackie’s head lulled back over the couch’s headrest, and her maw fell open in sheer indulgence.

“God, you girls are taking your punishments so well!” Jackie cried. A shiver ran through her furry body, feeling Helen’s lips close around her clit. Helen’s cheeks caved as she sucked Jackie’s glorious length, pulling her head back and drawing her lips over it before going back for more. “Oh, Fuck!” Jackie screamed. “You two are fucking amaziiiinngggg!”

Helen arched her back, leaning into a more comfortable position. Her own engorged clitoris pressed between her navel and Jackie’s leg, sending thrilling spikes of static through her pelvis. She ground her hips against her better, getting herself off while giving as much attention to her pack-mother as she could muster.

Maxine was doing much the same, although with different equipment. Her left hand grasped around Jackie’s massive thigh while the other stroked her own stiffening cock. Precum drooled from her tip, dribbling over her fingers and staining the carpet below her. She liked this, she liked this a lot. Serving her mistress, yet allowing herself a morsel of pleasure. She just hoped Jackie couldn’t see what she was doing through the smokey haze, lest she receive further ‘punishments.’

Or maybe she wanted to be caught? As much fun as it was to please her mistress, sneaking behind her back sent a rush of adrenaline through her, making her heart thunder in her chest. She was such a bad girl… Perhaps that was meant to be her role in the pack? Rebellious bitch, just begging to be punished. She devoured her queen’s nethers as she defied her.

The sudden feeling of Jackie’s hand through her scalp shocked her out of her fantasies. Every notion of defying Jackie was wrenched from her being in an instant. Such was the fear of her pack-mother’s impending retribution. She tightened her already shut eyes, expecting those fingers to grasp her shaggy mane. But the pain never came. Jackie’s claws simply scratched at her scalp, lovingly, with encouragement even. Maxine’s body relaxed, her ears twitching toward the rumble of Jackie’s authoritative voice.

“I know what you’re doing down there, Maxine. I can feel your shoulder against my thigh, nudging back and forth ever so subtly.” Maxine held her breath, awaiting the sudden yank at her scalp. “Trying to sneak a little pleasure into your punishment, eh?” Jackie paused to chuckle, her elations quickly building into a mighty cackle. She stopped suddenly and scooped her palm underneath Maxine’s muzzle, coaxing the lesser hyena off her snatch. Maxine opened her eyes and looked up from Jackie’s firm caress. Jackie stared back down at her, the most conceited look Maxine had ever seen filling her gaze.

“You can keep going if you’d like, sweetie. I understand your needs. Just know your paw is the only thing you’ll receive any pleasure from until I say so. You got it, runt?!” Jackie bit at her words as she spoke, and Maxine started, recoiling from the source of her fear, but Jackie’s fingers gripped her jaw tight. Maxine managed to squeeze out a response. She had to…

“Y-Yes, mistress.” She peeped. Jackie’s paw wrapped around the back of Maxine’s head, and the alpha yeen shoved her lesser’s face back into her folds.

“Good girl. Now, get back to work.” She snarled. Maxine resumed lapping at her mistress’s pussy, the taste of it fresh to her tongue in its absence. Her eyes began slipping closed, but Jackie’s harsh growl presented itself again before they could shut completely. “Don’t close your eyes, girl. I want you to look at me while you perform your task.” She paused to let out a short chuckle. “I especially want you to see what’s in store for your pack-sister.

“Yesh mithreth,” Maxine replied through Jackie’s folds, her tone revealing nothing but a broken spirit. So much for her ‘bad girl’ persona… At heart, she had always been a good girl, and she was finally starting to learn her place.

Jackie’s hand abandoned the broken pet between her legs and snapped her fingers. “Helen.” She spoke, addressing the girl. Helen’s eyes turned up to Jackie’s face. Jackie gave her a warmer smile than she’d ever afford Maxine. The little hyena looked adorable where she was, sucking her engorged clitoris so eagerly while humping against her powerful leg like a horny bunny. Helen responded with her eyes, refusing to take any attention away from the task she’d been given.

Such a good girl she was…

“Up,” Jackie ordered, patting Helen’s ass. “I want to give you the ride Maxine wishes she could give you.” She flashed a vindictive smirk at Maxine, who did nothing but stare up meekly, eating her musky meal. Jackie turned her attention back to Helen, gesturing with a beckoning finger for her to get up. Helen let Jackie’s clit pop free from her mouth and sucked in a long breath.

“Yes, mistress.” She obeyed, pushing herself up Jackie’s thigh, inching her drooling cunt closer to her matriarch’s dark, throbbing pseudo-cock. The girl looked hungry, starving even, like she was being presented with a feast after weeks without food. She mindlessly crawled over Maxine’s head to get into position, using her pack-sister as a stepping stone to achieve her and her mistress’s sexual gratification. How the tables had turned.

She straddled Jackie’s hips, the two female hyenas pressing their engorged clits against one another. Helen’s arousal dribbled onto Maxine’s muzzle, and soon the lowly bitch was forced to taste both of them, her eyes turned up at her pack-sister’s bare crotch.

“Awe…poor thing.” Jackie cooed. She took Helen’s face tenderly in her paw. Helen nuzzled her pack-mother’s paw, her eyes slipping half-closed. “You never got to experience that last male release, did you? Your greedy sister took that from you, didn’t she?” Jackie’s thumb massaged the girl’s cheek, and Helen murred at her touch. That thumb traced over her lips until it slipped effortlessly into her mouth; Helen readily accepted it. She sucked it like a pup to her mother’s teat. “You must be so needy right now. But that’s alright, sweetie, I’ll take good care of you. Better care than Maxine ever would. You can be my little yeen princess.” Jackie paused and stroked her other hand through Helen’s mane. “Would you like that, sweetie?”

Helen nodded, her tail wiggling behind her over Maxine’s face. She wanted nothing more…

“Good girl,” Jackie began. She took her hands off the girl and slipped them under her thighs. “Now, get up here and earn your place.”

Jackie lifted Helen from her lap with one upward heave, pulling her inward before dropping her. She impaled the smaller hyena on herself, and Helen yelped. That yelp immediately devolved into the most prolonged, most depraved moan Jackie figured she’d ever hear.

“FFUUUuuuucckk!” Helen groaned, her voice coming ragged as she emptied her lungs. In but a second, she’d slid down every inch of Jackie’s clit, her pussy taking it all.

“Mmff. You are one tight girl, Helen.” Jackie grunted. Helen wasn’t in the state of mind to reply. She barely acknowledged her pack-mother’s words, her body quivering and mouth blissfully mewling. “Let’s get you working, huh?” Jackie suggested. She pulled her princess halfway off her clit before relaxing her arms, letting the girl sink back down. Helen ground her face into Jackie’s chest. Her hands clung to Jackie’s back fur, holding onto her like the edge of a cliff. It felt so euphoric, so encompassing, not just to be filled so entirely in the physical sense but spiritually as well, knowing she was pleasing her matriarch. Jackie’s moans affirmed this feeling.

“I love this…” Jackie breathed. “I love having this clit, this whole pussy! Imagine being stuck with a cock like your sister down there.” A breathy laugh broke her stream of venomous vocations. It evolved into a chuckle, then a thunderous cackle. Helen joined her in her celebratory uproar, both busting a gut, all at Maxine’s expense.

Maxine heard it all. How could she not? She was right below, their mocking words and laughter piercing her round ears. To add salt to her wounded pride, her nose was now being bombarded by Helen’s asshole each time the ‘princess’ skewered herself on their queen. She should be frustrated, enraged. But all she felt was jealousy, jealousy toward her pack-sister. Maxine wanted to be Jackie’s ‘princess,’ she should be her ‘princess.’ After all, she was closer to Jackie in height and physique. Why should Helen be granted a position above herself?

The answer had been spoken straight from Jackie’s mouth. She was different than them. She lacked the same parts they had and, thus, lacked their shared experience as ‘proper’ females, no matter how brief. What she thought had been an advantage before was now a burden to any chance of ascension among the pack, at least now that Jackie was taking the reins. What good was a massive cock when you’d lost all privilege to utilize it?

A humiliated whine squealed in her throat, and she continued her ceaseless tongue work. She yearned to be like them. Her sounds of despair would never reach the others’ ears, however, as they were drowned out by their cruel cackles.

Perhaps if she worked hard enough to please her mistress, she could be like them. Maybe the enchanting fog that had granted them her gifts thus far would grace her with further changes? Her muzzle pushed deeper into Jackie’s snatch. Her tongue redoubled its efforts. She’d show Jackie she was a good girl, deserving of a proper place in the pack. She’d pay off her debts as Jackie’s pet, so someday, she might even be her princess.

Up top, Jackie and Helen’s vitriolic laughter had dissolved back into pleasureful moans. They clung to each other while Helen bounced off Jackie’s impressive beanstalk. The smallest hyena pushed her shivering legs in tandem with Jackie’s mighty arms, helping her queen skewer her over and over again. Every nerve ending in their sensitive flesh sparked with excitement. A blooming heat pushed outward through their lower bodies, a building pressure that signaled their impending climax.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, princess,” Jackie growled into Helen’s ear.

“M-m-me too, my queen.” Helen whimpered.

“Let’s do it together then, sweetheart.”

“Ye-yeah…tog-*ah!* together.”

Jackie bucked her hips upward into her princess, simultaneously grinding her cunt into Mainxes muzzle. Helen matched her pace, her moans soon coming out as astonished yips.

“Almost there, sweetest, almost… there…” Jackie groaned. Helen’s yips of joy increased in pitch, going higher and higher…until…

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!!” Jackie roared. Helen wailed like a heat-addled banshee. The lesser girl’s pussy clamped down on her mistress, and both of their beanstalks twitched with ecstasy, one inside Helen, the other against Jackie’s belly.

They rode out their orgasms, being swept from one wave to the other. Maxine got a hefty mouthful of Jackie’s musty spray. The rest spattered over her muzzle and onto her tits. Her tail wiggled excitedly, knowing that she’d done her part. It turned her on so much, knowing she’d served her mistress. Her cock lurched in her paw, and she shot her white, hot load against the couch. Her muffled moans went unheard, as did the rest of her vocations, overpowered by the other’s cries of gratification.

Helen slumped against her queen, arms slack at Jackie’s sides and head nestled between Jackie’s bosom. She’d nearly passed out from the experience, leaving her utterly spent. Jackie pet her mane, her other hand supporting her back. “There, there, my princess.”

“Did… Did I do good…mistress?” Helen mumbled.

“You did exceptionally, my dear.”

Jackie withdrew her hand from Helen’s back and slipped it under her thigh. She effortlessly hoisted the girl off herself, and Helen mewled as she uncoupled. Her crotch was matted and sticky with both her and Jackie’s female ejaculate. Jackie turned with the lesser hyena in her arms and laid her down in the same corner Maxine had been cowering in prior. Helen looked back at Jackie with lazy, half-lidded eyes and a whimsical smile on her face. “Rest now, dear. You’ve earned it.” Jackie crooned.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Helen murmured back. Jackie winked back at her, flashing a toothy smirk.

“No, thank you.”

Helen giggled and stirred in her spot. Jackie then turned her gaze away from the girl and toward the bitch still between her legs. Her smirk remained, but her expression lost all mirth.

Maxine was still eating away at her snatch, looking up at the matriarch with fear darkening her visage. “You can stop now,” Jackie said in a tone lacking amusement. Maxine cautiously pulled her messy muzzle from her better’s nethers. She sat back on her feet, keeping her back straight out of respect. Jackie patted her own thigh with a paw while issuing a command. “Up.”

Maxine obeyed, wasting no time getting up. She hastily turned in place before carefully sitting on her queen’s knee. The two sat silently, staring at one another while they breathed the cedar-scented air, one shooting daggers, one wincing meekly. Jackie placed her hand on the small of her lesser’s back.

“Your punishment has concluded, my dear,” Jackie stated. Maxine’s tail started to wiggle, and her body lost a touch of its tension. Jackie held up a finger, halting Maxine’s budding excitement. “But don’t cross me again. Do you understand me?” Her stern words came off softer than they did earlier.

“Y-yes, mistress,” Maxine breathed. She cleared her throat before adding, “I won’t cross you anymore. I… I’m a good girl now, m-my queen.”

“Good. Good girl.” Jackie praised, her tone softening a little more. The excited wiggle returned to Maxine’s tail, and her posture relaxed. Jackie let out a guilty sigh. “I apologize for what I said earlier in the throws of lust. What I said about your particular…gifts down there.” Jackie craned her index finger down at Maxine’s still erect cock. Maxine followed Jackie’s finger down to her boy parts. She looked back at Jackie with a hurt expression, whining like an injured pup.

“Humiliation was part of your punishment, and at that moment, I figured it would hurt you the most.” She paused before continuing. “I want you to know that regardless of what you have down there, you will always be a part of my pack…as a female. You will still outrank the males as we add more to our pack. Just as I and Helen.”

A smile crawled across Maxine’s muzzle. Her tail flapped behind her now, disturbing the smoke.

“I also want you to know that what you have is special. You are the best of both worlds. A female that can give other females the pups we will need to expand our pack. Your sister over there is incapable of satisfying my…primary needs.” Maxine’s tail flailed to the tune of her queen’s affirming words. She sat up as straight as she could, pushing out her buxom breasts. Her ears twitched with anticipation, wishing to hear what Jackie would say next.

“You’ve earned yourself a reward for selflessly enduring such repentance. So, I ask you,” Jackie’s hand rose from Maxine’s lower back to her mane, her fingers grooming the girl. “Will you assist me in fulfilling my yet unfulfilled desires?” Maxine nodded her head again and again in rapid succession.

“Y-yes, mistress! I’d love that.” Her cock twitched with anticipation. Jackie replied with a mischievous grin. She removed her hand from Maxine’s back and trailed it sensually under her jaw.

“Then stand up, my love. Let me take my place so you can take yours.”

Maxine bolted from Jackie’s lap. She stepped backward to give way for her matriarch as she rose to her knees. Her tail flapped uncontrollably behind her, disturbing the fog that encircled them.

“Good girl.” Jackie praised, moving toward the armrest Maxine had previously ‘bred’ Helen over. Jackie casually draped her arms over it and let her rear stick out, giving Maxine a perfect view of her royal pussy, framed exceptionally by the tightly toned muscles of her ass and thighs. She looked back at Maxine with a sensual smile, the first positive expression Maxine had received from her that evening. “So, Are you gonna come use that gift of yours? Or do you not want to put some pups in your queen?”

Maxine flashed Jackie the same arrogant smile. “It would be my pleasure, mistress.”

With that, Maxine kneeled on the cushion, positioning herself behind Jackie. She took her pack-mother’s fuzzy hips in her hand and pressed forward, slipping her rigid cock in as far as she could.

“Ohhhhhh, yeah. That’s the stuff.” Jackie moaned. She backed herself towards Maxine, giving her as much leverage as needed. “Now, this is what I’m talking about.” Jackie thrust into her with wild abandon, finally taking the prize she’d been denied. Only this was so, so much better.

“Satisfying their alpha is what good girls do best, my queen,” Maxine growled.

“That they do, hun.” Jackie crooned. She took a deep breath of the mystical scent choking the air and let out a long, satisfied sigh. Thoughts of growing her pack flickered through her mind while the idyllic sensations emanating from her crotch spread through her legs and torso. She chuckled to herself, remembering how the ‘smells’ from their home more than occasionally drifted through the vents into the other half of the duplex.

“Great, I can’t wait to smell whatever ‘that is’ later.” She recalled Rebecca saying earlier, during their brief encounter outside the house.

A short cackle escaped her gaping mouth, and she looked back to her girls, a wicked smirk showing off some of her fangs. “Speaking of good girls, I wonder what those three next door are up to right now…”