Tame Camp - ours is not to question why
Issa the hyena just wanted to fuck, but that's not what the woman wanted.
Issa the hyena was just looking for sex when he poked his nose into Campsite 9. He got more than that.
Issa isn't picky, which is helpful when a bouquet of possibilities is in reach. The truce between the animals at Tame Camp meant he had fucked everything from gazelles to rhinos, five lionesses, two male lions and an assortment of other predators.
And humans, of course. Issa had fucked men and women of every imaginable skin tone. Male hyenas have a reputation as "starter animals" at the Camp because they are hung about the same size as humans. Female hyenas, now, they are weird down there, and visiting men would explore their strange outside-the-body vagina as best they could. Once the female yeen was aroused enough the pseudopenis would retract and it was much like fucking any other female. Starting out, though, it was weird.
A male hyena actually finds it easier to fuck a human than a she-yeen. That weird penis-vagina is as challenging for a male hyena as for a human. A human on the other hand only has to lie down or get on hands and knees and the male yeen is happy to mount.
So when Issa found a woman alone at the campsite that night he sat himself down a few yards away and looked at her. His cock was stiff in its sheath already and she could see the pink between his forelegs if she cared to look. Maybe she'd shoo him away, but people don't go to Tame Camp alone to shoo the animals away.
When she stood up he waited hopefully, wanting no more than to mount (by his count) his twenty-second human woman. Instead she petted him, then hooked her fingers into his mouth and pried it open.
As his jaws creaked open she leaned down, put her face in his mouth, dug her feet into the dirt and shoved herself down his throat.
Issa didn't come to the campsite looking for a meal and froze for a moment as it all started. Then she thrust herself in and his jaws creaked wide, stretching on elastic tendons as her face, neck, shoulders and upper body slipped in. With one huge push she was gone to the hips and he found himself looking past his muzzle at her ass. That's when he smelled it.
With his throat stuffed full of woman he could only suck in little sips of air, but he smelled the dried saliva on her butt. Her legs and ass had been inside another predator just a few minutes before. Someone had swallowed half of her, then spit her back up.
Whoever it was must have been too small to finish her off, or too kind. Issa wasn't either of those things. He turned his muzzle downward, trapped her knees against the ground, and shoved. Pinned between maw and dirt there was nowhere for her ass and thighs to go but into has gullet. Issa sat back on his haunches, tossed his muzzle to gather in her rump, and swallowed. A great bulge moved through his neckfur as her hips slithered down his throat. With a snap of his jaws her shoes were in his mouth.
He should have pawed them off. He'd learned hard lessons about indigestible clothing and even if her shoes dissolved the thick rubber soles would have to navigate his bowels. In a short-sighted hungry moment he swallowed and the double bulge of feet moved through his neckfur and was gone.
A hundred and thirty pounds of woman swelled his belly so fat it nearly dragged the ground. Issa grinned a fanged grin as she began to squirm. Even the willing ones almost always started to struggle at the end. Maybe especially the willing ones. She could kick and squirm all she liked. She was food now and nothing else.
Then his eyes widened. Maybe it was accident, maybe on purpose, but the bulge in his middle pressed back and down until it rubbed his sheath. He was still hard, having come into the campsite hoping to come in her, and as she rubbed him from within Issa whined and began to hump.
Damn! It had to be intentional. Issa unsheathed against his belly fur and each thrust ground his cock against the bulge her face made. She was trying to mouth his cock through his fur!
His cock ground against a moving bulge of face and Issa thrust faster and faster. The first fuck is always the quickest and it wasn't long before Issa groaned, humped, and went off on his belly fur. Yeen cum spurted across the bulge of face and dripped in gluey strands from his fur.
That was fun. Give him a few minutes and he'd fuck his belly a second time. Sadly, the wriggling inside him would soon stop. Issa rolled onto his side to let the bulge in his middle spread out. When he was recovered from his meal he'd go look for another lover. This one was almost used up.
There was a patter of little paws and a familiar figure appeared from the darkness. Mdogo the honey badger scuttled into the campsite and found a very full Issa sprawled next to the campfire.
"Oh good," the badger growled. "She found someone." He wasted no time scaling the bulge of swallowed woman. There were faint movements inside Issa but already there was a gurgle as his stomach began to work. Her trip through his bowels would take at least a full day and she would feel only the first sting of the acids that would digest her. By the time the churning got going she would long since have suffocated.
Mdogo found purchase for each of his paws and began to knead Issa's swollen belly. The honey badger weighed less than forty pounds but he was all muscle under the fur and he was getting good at these belly massages.
Mdogo hooked his paws into low areas in the bulge and got a grip on the woman even through Issa's fur. The massage slowly shifted the body and helped settle her for easiest digestion. It also squeezed out the bubbles of air that went down with her and Issa let out a long, relieved-sounding belch. That vented most of the little air she had left and though she'd done down his throat willingly, there was a weak twitch of struggle.
"I just wanted to fuck her," Issa said. He groaned as the massage went on. "Not eat her. Not like you." When he smelled the saliva on his meal, he knew who was responsible. He'd smelled semen, too. Mdogo was little but not too little to fuck a human.
"Well you got to eat her but not fuck her," Mdogo growled. "I got to fuck her but not eat her." He put more strength into the message and Issa let out a groan of contentment. It almost felt like the massage was helping his meal soften. That was nonsense, of course. It would take hours for even her flesh to dissolve, much less the bones that would turn the hyena's droppings white.
"You tried, though," Issa said.
"Of course I did," Mdogo growled. "She offered me her feet and I got over her hips, but I just couldn't get her curled up inside he. Couldn't get past her breasts or I'd be digesting her right now. One of these days."
There was a wistful tone to his growl. One of these days Mdogo would swallow a human. He'd practiced on increasingly large dogs and other animals, but adult humans were just too big and strict camp rules kept even the most annoying child out of his belly.
"I thought you did eat one. I saw the bulge!" Issa said.
"Sort of," Mdogo growled. "It was like a dream. Even after shitting him out I'm not sure it was real. There have been a couple of Philippine ladies I could have swallowed, though. Neither offered."
He gave a sort of feral badgery shrug and kneaded Issa's swollen belly. Another bubble of air broke loose and the hyena burped.
The last slow movements inside the swollen hyena were coming to an end. She offered herself to the badger but it was the hyena's guts she would navigate. And if not Mdogo or Issa, someone else would have happily offered a maw to climb into. She came to the camp to get eaten and so it had happened.
"I wonder why they do it," Issa said. "I just wanted to fuck her."
"Ours is not to question why," Mdogo growled. He stretched out on the bulge of woman, the massage done now that he'd kneaded the air out of the hyena's belly. "Ours is just to fuck and eat them."
A warm gurgle emerged from Issa's swollen belly as the acids flowed into his stomach. "But I just wanted to fuck her," the hyena said crossly. "I'm still horny."
Mdogo chuckled and stood up. "I'll see what I can do," he growled, and hopped down. "There's another lady alone a couple of camps over. Maybe she'll help you out."
It wasn't all altruism. The woman in question was small, hardly bigger than the Philippine women he'd wanted to swallow. The honey badger explained the situation and soon Issa's cock was in her mouth and Mdodo was atop her rump. He looked her over as he thrust, and he knew what he would do when he finished. He would pad down to her feet, yawn, and see if she said "No."
She was a small woman. Maybe she would fit into his stomach. One of these days, someone would.