FSE

Furry search engine

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Author's Note:

Hey, SF,

This is a reupload of the story I wrote on Wattpad in ~February 2024. It is also the first story I've ever written.

I've written a lot since then (also studied up on certain things more), and I've gotta say: Some parts of this story now embarrass me. However, it's also a reflection of how much I've grown as a writer since I've started.

I upload this not because I am proud of it, but because it is where I began.

_With that being said, if you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it at the time, I won't judge. Different strokes for different folks.

____

"You have the right to remain silent!" A cop slams a white, overweight man in his 20s against the hood of a squad car. He didn't look like a violent man; no, he looked grief stricken as he eyed an ambulance that drove away.

'I'm sorry...' He thinks to himself. His tears slowly made their way towards the officer's car.

"Anything you say-"

The arrested man's attention shifted to his surroundings. On the sidewalks, bystanders watched in a mixture of awe and horror at the situation he was in. Around him, several officers aimed black pistols at his head. Then, at the very center of it all, a two-story house that firefighters were trying to rescue from incineration.

Before long, he was looking a judge in the face. It was the only source of sympathy he found in that court room. The others were itching to slam him with a guilty verdict; it was written all over their faces.

"We, the jury, find Kyle Jones guilty of the offense of voluntary manslaughter."

"We, the jury, find Kyle Jones guilty of the offense of arson."

"...breaking and entering..."

"...amicicide..."

"...guilty..."

"...vandalism..."

One by one, Kyle could hear the jury ripping any chance at freedom further and further from him. Then, the judge put the final nail in the coffin that was his life.

"Kyle Jones, you are hereby sentenced to life in prison at the edges of the milky way. May you never see the light of our sun again."

This was it. His life was over.

In a foreign planet many light years away, there was a planet teeming with intelligent life. In one area, specifically a field with tall yellow grass far as the eye could see, there was an all-female species of humanoid Cheetahs that dominated the area. The sun was shining, there were barely any clouds in the sky, and one of these Cheetahs just couldn't catch a break.

This Cheetah, like the others, wore an animal skin skirt on her hips. Where she stood out was the use of bandages on her chest.

She currently stood beside another, older, Cheetah.

"You know..." Began the older one. "...when I was your age, I'd already found myself a mate."

"Oh my goodness, mother..." Began the bandaged Cheetah. "...not this again."

"You're not getting any younger, Imani." She was crouched in the grass, as was her daughter. "You'll only grow older, and that means your pheromones and looks are only going to get weaker."

"I'll look for a mate when I'm ready."

"Your Aunt Mahnia said the same thing at your age, and you know how that turned ou-." She grew silent, and both Cheetahs snap their heads towards sound of some rustling grass. Their irises grow wide, and they lean their heads forward when they hear even more rustling.

They graciously, and slowly, approach the sound. As they do so, they grip the hilt of their bone swords, and sporadically move their feline ears in all directions.

Now, the rustling had stopped. Imani and her mother continued to slowly walk around the area, and they didn't dare remove their eyes from the ground.

There was a split-second moment where Imani and a small brown anthropomorphic hare locked eyes. Then, the mach-1 chase began.

Her mother, witnessing this, follows closely behind her daughter.

The hare ran in sharp zigzags in an attempt to throw off the larger being, but Imani's turns were not only just as sharp, they were executed in parallel with the hare. It was as if she knew when the hare would turn before the hare did!

Both the hare and Imani could feel their energy reserves rapidly depleting. Unfortunately, Imani was slightly faster, and the hare knew it. Her only saving grace was just ahead: a large green shrub. Zipping in an open field was child's play for Imani, but when it came to following the hare around the shrub, she lost her footing.

"Fuck!" Screamed Imani. She laid there, breathing heavily, in defeat. Fortunately, her mother came from a right angle, and sliced the hare's head clean off.

Thanks to her more experience mother, she gets to eat today.

They sit under a nearby tree, the hare's corpse beside them, and continue to catch their breath.

"You...have much...to learn..." Says her exhausted mother.

"I...tripped..." Responded Imani.

"You...got out-skilled..."

Both of them kept an eye on their surroundings. The last thing they needed was to be robbed of a kill while exhausted. They would feast now, but they were far too exhausted. Going that fast has the drawback of a longer recovery time.

Some time later, with the sun now gone, the two Cheetahs lay on the floor and look up at the stars. It was an endless sea of them with the large, and colorful, core of the galaxy making itself known in the center.

"No matter how many times I look at it, the night sky never gets any less beautiful." Imani says.

"Not as beautiful as the sight of a baby in your arms." That comment forces a sigh from Imani.

"Mother." She sits up, and looks down at her. "You've been doing this for weeks now. What's going on with you?"

"What's going on with you?" Her mother also sits up. "The grass around us is coated in the mating pheromones of Cheetahs your age. They have baby fever, and you have...I don't know..." She raises her arms. "...baby aversion?"

"I do want a baby. Just...not now."

"Why not?"

"That's none of your business."

"It is my business!" Her mother began to look irate. "You're my only surviving child. It's my responsibility to ensure that you continue our lineage."

"Well, maybe if the local men weren't such weaklings..." That made her mother chuckle. "What?"

"Your father said those exact words to me long ago." Her mother looks back up at the stars, but remains seated. "It was a night just like this. He was the captain of a Pride; a proud Lion."

"My dad was a Lion?"

"Did I not mention that before?" Imani's mother looked towards her.

"No."

"Well, he was." Said her mother. "He was upset because his Pride was full of so-called weaklings. I didn't get to know him very well before he left, but I do know that he was obsessed with strength."

"But we're way weaker than a Lion. Why'd he even bother talking to you?"

"Our pheromones work wonders." She points at her nose. "That, and I decapitated one of his men before that. In my defense, I didn't want his filthy seed."

"And he admired that you had the strength to kill a Lion?"

"Precisely." She chuckles as she utters the next sentence. "That's what created the 'weaklings' line."

"Huh." That was all Imani had to say about that. "So where is he now?"

"Who knows." Her mother shrugs. "He could have his own family now."

"Doesn't that make you feel sad?"

"Why would it?" She ruffles the top of Imani's head. "I have you, kiddo."

"But I'm gonna leave you one day. What will you do then?"

"Find another dick to ride."

"Wh-" The fur on Imani's cheeks puffed up. "Mother!"

"What?" She gave her daughter a cheeky smile. "I'm still a woman. I have needs too!"

"Too much information, mother!" Imani covers her ears, much to the amused laughter of her mother. "Besides, didn't you tell me this afternoon that getting older put you at a disadvantage?"

"Yeah, if you're a virgin." A small chuckle escaped her lips. "But I have experience." She mimicked a blowjob.

"Oh my goodness..." Imani shook her head, and laid back down; so did her mother. "How do you even do that? Our teeth are sharp!"

"Get some experience, and you'll figure it out." Her mother eyes a shooting star in the sky that seemed to be slowing down. "But that requires going out, and finding a mate. I mean, your ideal mate isn't just going to fall out of the sky, Imani."

"You don't know that." Imani's eyes narrow on a star that seemed to quickly grow in size. "Hey..."

"What?"

"Am I crazy, or is that star heading right for us?"

"Nah. I'm sure it's just a-oh my god, YOU'RE RIGHT, MOVE!" The two sprint off in the same direction. Just in time; the star crash landed right where they were laying, and it kicked a cloud of dust in all directions. The two Cheetahs laid down with their eyes closed, and waited for the clouds to settle before poking their heads out.

"What is that?" Asked Imani.

"I have no idea." Her mother shook her head.

In front of them was a human-sized metallic pod; they twitched back when they heard the sound of hydraulics open the pod's entrance.

"Ugh..." Kyle's groan echoed out into the quiet grasslands.

"It's a male." Whispered Imani. She looks towards her mother, and she was met with the cheekiest grin. "...no, no! I know what you're thinking! Besides..." She scans Kyle: fat, exhausted eyes, and weak. "...he doesn't interest me at all."

Kyle wobbles out of the pod, and looks around him. 'What the hell...?' Then he looks up, and gasps. He could feel his heartbeat intensify as his eyes got lost in the endless sea of stars. The longer he looked, the smaller he felt.

'Well...' Thinks the mother. 'If she's not going to approach...' She stands, and lets out a small meow. This catches Kyle's attention, and subsequently, makes him flinch backwards.

"WHAT the hell are you?" He holds his hands up defensively.

"What are you doing, mother?" Whispered Imani.

"What you won't." She raises her arms in a 'whoa, hold on' manner. Then, she slowly began walking towards him. The result was a step backwards for him each time she took a step forward.

"Uh...I know you can't understand me, but stay back!" He activates a small fire on one of his palms; that gets her to stop.

"Whoa!" Imani's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Cool!"

'There's two?' He looks at the shouting Imani.

They speak in different languages. To emphasize this, the Cheetah dialogue will be surrounded with the less-than and greater-than symbols.

"<Easy.>" Says the mother to Kyle, but it didn't seem to be working.

"Yeah, I don't think so, kitty cat." He tried playing it cool, but both Cheetahs could see the shakiness of his arms. He was afraid.

The fireworks didn't last long, however. They extinguished quickly.

"Fuck!" Shouted Kyle as he shook his arm. "No no no n-" He felt a fuzzy hand cover his mouth. When he looked at the source, it was Imani, and she had a finger to her maw; it was like she was telling him to quiet down.

'Fuck!' He struggled and tried to scream through his mouth, but he was tackled by the two Cheetahs. He thought he was about to die, and that was exacerbated when he heard distant laughter. Whatever it was, even the Cheetahs looked like they were about to shit themselves.

"<Fuck!>" Whispered Imani.

"<We have to leave him.>" Chimed in his mother.

"<But-">

"<I know, but living comes first. We'll get him some other time.>"

"<Grrh!>" The two released Kyle, and booked it.

'They let me go. Why?' He looks towards the sound of the laughter. Tens of shining eyes were focused on him; a sight that made his heart drop. "I take it back! Take me with you!" But it was too late. A hoard of anthropomorphic hyenas restrained him. Then, two males alone held his arms as he stood.

"<What do we have here?>" A female hyena, taller than the males by a foot, walked over to Kyle slowly. Her voice, while female, was on the deeper end. "<I've never seen one of you before. You're the one that came from the sky, aren't you?>" The muscular female towered over Kyle's five-foot-nine stature; she was approximately seven feet tall.

"Uh...hi?" Asked Kyle.

"<Of course you can serve under me, male.>" She pats his head. "<Just like the others, you'll soon know your place.>" She lets out a high-pitched laugh of her own, and that triggers the hoard to simultaneously walk in a specific direction.

"I hope that was animal speak for 'let's be friends'." Kyle said. Little did he know, his life was about to become pure and utter hell.

It was a seemingly endless walk through this dark field of yellow grass. His only comfort came from the sea of stars above him. Eventually, however, his captors came to a stop. They currently stood in a patch of land void of any grass.

"<We will camp here.>" Says the tall female Hyena. She takes a moment to look over at Kyle.

"<You. With them.>" She points at the male Hyenas. They were noticeably shorter than any of the females.

Kyle looks over at the males, similar in height to him, and one motions for Kyle to follow him. With slight hesitation, Kyle eventually complies.

He walked, and walked, and walked, until he stood in the middle of several males. All of them had their eyes on him.

"Uh..." Kyle didn't know why, but he felt ever-increasingly nervous.

"<You may be from the heavens, but I will not bow to those weaker than me.>" Says one of the males.

"<Show us your worth, sky dweller.>" Says another.

Slowly, the males approached him.

"Hey hey hey wait a minute!" He raised his hands defensively. "I'm not a foe!" Even if they could understand him, it didn't matter. The only message they wanted to communicate was clear: you are beneath all of us.

They kicked him with their digitigrade legs, they punched him with their fuzzy knuckles, they shoved him with their rough paw pads, and they stomped on him. He screamed out in pain throughout that display of dominance, but no one in earshot cared to help. The females merely watched as Kyle was made an example of; it was like a TV show for them.

By the end of the brutal beat down, he lays on the ground, defeated. What was once white skin was now covered in red bruises and scratches.

"<Know your place, sky dweller.>" The crowd disbanded. Now, Kyle was left to his lonesome. All he could do was cough, and cry.

'Why?' He thinks to himself. 'Why is this happening to me?' He shakily raises one of his hands, and forms a small flame; it extinguishes almost instantly, which makes him form a fist. 'I hate myself. If I weren't so fucking weak...'

Instinctively, he reached for his right pocket, but felt nothing. His cellphone was missing. There was no escape from these emotions.

'Fuck...' He looks up at the sea of stars once more. "FUCK!" He shouts.

At some point, he'd dozed off. He only realized it because he felt a digitigrade foot nudge him awake.

"<Wake up.>" One of the males said. He grumbled, and violently twitched awake when he felt the pain from yesterday's assault.

"Fuck!" One of his eyes opened partially. 'Why am I in pain?' He looks up, and the stars are in the sky. In the horizon, he can see the orange haze of the sun's rise.

He takes a look around him. The Hyenas were standing, stretching, and conversing. Now with more light to observe them, their clothing became clear.

The males only wore an animal skirt containing a Cheetah pattern all around. The females, however, wore animal skirts that were uniform and light brown. In addition, they wore bras made of the same brown material. Both skirts went down to the knees.

"<Rise.>" Said the same male Hyena to Kyle. To drive the word home, the Hyena grabbed Kyle by the arm, and forced him on his feet. "<Rise.>" He emphasized.

"Fuck!" Kyle groaned on the way up. He could still move, but any dynamic movement was off the table.

"<Yeesh!>" Says the tall female from yesterday. Kyle reacted to her voice with a flinch away from her. "<Your kind looks rough after a little hazing.>" Now, nearly his entire body was covered in purple bruises, and scabbed scratches. Many portions of his face were also swollen.

"Don't touch me!" His hands were up defensively.

"<I see the males did a wonderful job on teaching you how things work around here.>" His cowering brought a smile to her face. "<Now it's time I teach you the most important phrase in the world.>" She points at herself. "<My queen.>" She points at Kyle.

"Your name is Mihaela?" He points back at her.

"<Yes! My queen!>" She points at herself. "<Memorize it.>"

"Kyle." He points at himself.

"<I don't need to know your name, Kai-uhl.>" She dismissively waves at him, much to his irritation. "<Now, come. It's time to eat.>" She mimics consumption with her teeth, and hands. "<Eat.>"

"I get the feeling I'm not gonna like this." He follows the alpha to a rotting corpse about as large as him. The sight and smell have him on the verge of vomiting. Not only because of the aforementioned features, but also because its current stage of rot instinctually reminded him of a human being.

"<What? Not a fan of Wildebeest?>" She shrugs. "<Fine. Go hungry.>" She sees him point at the corpse.

"I eat that..." He mimics eating the corpse. "...I die." A thumb moves horizontally past his throat.

"<My god...how weak are you?>" She shakes her head in disappointment. "<Are the heavens toying with us, or something? This is has to be a joke.>"

"<Well, push comes to shove, we can use him as a distraction.>" Comments another, slightly smaller, female.

"<...yes, I suppose.>"

His attention goes over to a mother, and her three cubs. Two of them, females, feed while a male patiently waits his turn.

He looks to his right, and he sees a female hyena towering over a nervous male.

"<Hi there.>" Says the female.

"<...hello...>" Shakily says the male.

"<You're one of the new guys, right?>"

"<Yes.>"

"<I like you, new guy.>" She licks her maw. "<Give me your seed.>"

"<But I->" She tightly grips his wrist.

"<That wasn't a request.>" Wrist still in her grip, she begins a walk towards a secluded area.

The sensation of a side-head flick interrupts Kyle's attention.

"Fuck!" He angrily looks at its source: the alpha.

"<I didn't give you permission to look away, male.>" She raises an eyebrow at his angered expression. "<There's still fire in your eyes, is there?>" She kicks his chest so that he's on his back.

"You bitch!" He groans, attempting to clutch at his chest before she kicks that hand away.

"<I guess you shouldn't let males do a female's job.>" Then, with a digitigrade foot on his chest, she leans over him. "<Listen here, sky dweller. I own you. You are my little bitch boy until the day you die.>" She raises her foot, and places it on his face. "<You will thank me when I hit you; You will hungrily clean my toes with your tongue when I tell you to; You will happily carry out each and every command I throw your way.>" She presses her foot down harder. "<These are not predictions; these are inevitabilities; and the longer you resist, the more painful your life will be.>"

"Stop! This fucking hurts!" He grips at her foot, and attempts to pull it up, but that just makes her kick the hand away, and press down on his head even harder.

"<No!>" She waits until his eyes are fixed on her, then she points at herself. "<Who am I?>" She then points at him.

"Mihaela! Mihaela!" He screams in desperation.

"<See? Not so hard to know your place.>" Then, he feels her foot ease up. He sits up, but is immediately kicked back down.

"<No!>" Says the queen.

"...alright..." He struggled to inhale. "...that means no..." He waits, and eventually, she motions for him to stand once he'd able to breathe.

"<Rise.>" She watched as Kyle slowly got on his feet. Then, she points at the ground, and taps his knee with one of her feet. "<Kneel.>" There was slight hesitation on Kyle's part, but one intense glance, and he slowly descended.

When he looked up at her, now that he wasn't being pummeled, he was filled with envy. There she was, a towering display of strength.

'Why can't I be that strong?' He could feel himself growing frustrated. 'If I were, I wouldn't have to deal with this humiliation.'

The frustration was noticeable to the queen.

'<He's still got a fire in him?>' She groans internally. '<Males must be the dominant gender of his kind. This may take more than one lesson.>' She moves her right hand to hover near Kyle's face, and makes a kissing gesture with her maw.

Hesitantly, he takes her hand into his, and begins to lower his face.

'I hate you, but I can't do anything!' Kyle thinks to himself. 'You're too strong.'

"<Oh my!>" The queen chuckles at the sensation of his lips on her hand. '<Your mouth tickles!>" Her chuckling is cut short by the killer instinct in his brown eyes.

'If I'm gonna get out of here, I need to be even stronger than you.' Even if his body was willing to comply with the stronger being, a malicious will was starting to form deep within his heart.

It was morning, and the Hyena clan was on the move again, plus one. Occasionally stumbling due to his injuries, Kyle currently walked next to the queen; any time he accidentally distanced himself from her, she glanced at him. It was enough to make him instinctually return to her side out of fear. Every time that happened, his dignity died a little.

He could feel the stares of those around him. Not just the Hyenas, but other species quite a ways off. The species he took note of were other Cheetahs, birds in the sky, and Lions; they all followed him like one of those paintings that always seemed to follow you. There were also herbivores like small humanoid Hares, and big Elephants, but they didn't acknowledge his existence unless the clan got too close. Then, he was like a spectacle: come one, come all, and see the being from outer space!

Relief came later when the clan walked into an area full of trees. They weren't very tall, only about double Kyle's height, but they provided protection from the curious stares of other carnivores.

He could hear an ever-increasing amount of laughter as they walked through the dense area. Eventually, they reach their destination.

'I don't know whether to be happy, or sad about this.' His breathing was heavy from the walk. In addition, the world was wobbly, and his stomach continued to beg for food.

There were so many hyenas that he couldn't count them all. One-thousand? Two-thousand? They were socializing among themselves: teenagers were roughhousing, children were playing, and

There were multiple, equidistant holes dug into the ground; a den for shelter, it seemed.

"<Welcome home, male.>" The queen taps his shoulder. Upon doing so, Kyle collapses. "<Hey! I didn't tell you to do that!>"

He opens his eyes, and finds himself in a large dark void. Several familiar faces surround him. His older brother walks forward: short and styled brown hair, malicious brown eyes, and the build of a quarterback.

"Weakling." Kyle's shoved by his older brother.

"Weakling!" He's shoved by someone else: his high school bully. Overweight, a short black fade atop his head, and the same malicious look that his brother gave him.

"<Rise!>" His new Hyena overlord took her turn in shoving him.

"Stop!" Screamed Kyle, but they did the opposite.

"Make us." Said his brother.

"What are you gonna do about it, weakling?" Said his bully.

He was like a ping pong ball in a three-way table tennis game.

"You don't have the strength to stop us." Said his brother.

"And you never will." Said his bully.

"I said stop!" Kyle managed to form more than a tiny poot of fire this time. Instead, he encircled himself in flames, and that made his tormentors take a step back. All that did was make them laugh.

He was blown back from the intense winds created by his brother. Next, his bully intensifies the gravity around him to the point where it was impossible to stand. Finally, the queen cements her foot in the exact same spot as before.

"Where are your video games now, you stupid nerd?" Said his brother.

"Can't escape reality this time, weakling!" Says the bully.

"Weakling!" All 3 tormentors scream in unison.

"Shut up!" Screams Kyle.

"Weakling!"

"Fuck you!"

"Weakling!"

He snaps awake, but doing so makes him groan.

'That's right...the beatdown...' He reclines on the hard surface he found himself on. It seemed to be a bed of some sort made out of dried mud, and dried grass from the plains. Mud on the bottom, and a thick layer of grass on top. 'Where am I?'

Around him were more Hyenas. Each one was in worse shape than him, and they laid on different beds.

'This must be an infirmary.' He thinks to himself.

"<You finally woke up.>" The deep female voice made him flinch. While it sounded similar to the queen, it was slightly higher. That made him relax a bit as he looked at the source. "<Can you understand me?>" This female was just a bit shorter than the queen. Unlike the queen, this one had a scar running through the right eye.

"No idea what you're saying." He responded to the female Hyena next to him.

"<Yeah, I thought so.>" Her strong core was hidden by white bandages. "<Well, you're not a corpse, so I assume you're not food.>"

"What is it with you people and telling me things I can't understand?" He paused for a moment. "Then again, I'm doing the same thing."

Both watched as the queen stepped into the infirmary.

"<My queen!>" Says the other female with a hand on her bandages. "<I would bow, but...>" She watches as the queen raises a hand.

"<I understand. Please don't push yourself.>" The queen then turns her attention towards Kyle. "<There's my little bitch boy! How are you feeling?>"

"I'm gonna assume that wasn't a compliment." Kyle said.

"<Good! I can't have you dying on me before I make good use of you!>" She pats his shoulders, much to his displeasure in the form of groaning. "<Though it seems like that might take a while. So much for gauging your abilities today.>" She points up. "<Can you rise? Rise?>" She emphasizes.

He tries to get up, but his body screams at him to stop.

"Fuck!" He screams out.

"<How can you be so weak, yet so difficult to break?>" She shakes her head in disappointment.

Her face reminds him of his dream; the taunts of 'weakling' echo in his mind. Paired with her look of disappointment in the real world, he found a spark of frustration within himself that willed him to continue.

"Stop looking at me like that." He says with a serious tone. "I' m not-" He holds his breath and groans as he slowly forces himself to sit upright. The pain also forces his eyes to squint in a mix of anger, and displeasure. "-WEAK!" He finally manages to sit up; he eyes her with a sense of pride, and breathes heavily while doing so.

"<Aww. Did you push yourself just to impress me?>" She ruffles the short brown hair on Kyle's head. "<That's adorable.>"

He didn't know what she just said, but the tone—combined with the pet treatment—pissed him off.

Yet, he couldn't find it within himself to deliver a strike onto his foe. His body forbade him from taking such a frightening risk.

But it wasn't afraid of reminding him that it required sustenance. His stomach echoed a growl throughout the room. This appeared to give the queen an idea.

"<Well, if you can move...>" She motions for him to follow her. "<...come.>"

Now, all alone, the other female laid there in contemplation.

'<What is the queen thinking bringing such an insubordinate creature here?>' She thinks to herself.

Outside of the den, after an uncomfortable stroll for Kyle, he follows the queen's pointed finger. It was a corpse that only had little chunks of meat remaining.

"...what?" He looks up at her in confusion.

"<Eat.>" She mimics eating with her hands, and teeth.

"You're joking." He looks back at the corpse. "No way!" He shakes his head, but his stomach disagrees. 'Even if it were full of meat, it's practically a guy.' Like Kyle, the corpse had two arms, two legs, and appeared to stand upright. 'Wait...if all life here is anthropomorphic, am I supposed to...?' He felt his heart drop into his stomach. 'No! Hell no! I need to get off this rock!'

"<Suit yourself.>" She shrugs, and drags him over to one of the tables that decorated the outside of the den. She snaps her fingers, and a large chunk of fresh meat is brought to her on demand by a male.

She went through the effort of making moans of pleasure as she ate.

His stomach growled some more; a sound she didn't miss.

'No. I don't want that uncooked piece of shit.' He looks away. Yet, he could feel himself salivate. 'No, Kyle! It's wrong!' He attempted to walk away, but a different female stopped him.

"<No.>" She shook her head.

'They're making me watch?' He looks up at her, then at the queen, with concern. All he could do was sit there as the queen finished her meal with audible pleasure.

"<Man, that was fucking good.>" She wiped the blood off of her maw with her sleeve. "<You're missing out, male.>" She saw him turn his head away once more, but that just made her chuckle. '<And so it begins.>' She thinks to herself.

Back at the crash site, several herbivores surrounded the white metallic landing pod. It was like an all-you-can-eat buffet for a carnivore: the hares which were no taller than the average human hip, to gazelles which could be confused for a human in darkness (were it not for their horns), and even large giraffes; a species that had to kneel for a closer look, and still towered over the landing pod.

"<So, this is the thing that came from the sky?>" Asked a male hare. His build was comparable to that of a teenage athlete.

"<WHAT?>" Screamed a male Giraffe from above. Beefier than the hare, but still not much in terms of physical fitness. What he and the hare had in common were a pair of brown pants tailor made to their respective sizes.

"<Whatever was in here last night...>" Says a female Zebra. "<...the Hyenas have it now. Safe to say it's long gone.>" Her upper body wasn't much to look at; it was her lower body that was the star of the show. Her thick and muscly thighs looked like they could kick the head off of anything, yet they still had that feminine smoothness to them. All she wore was a one-piece dress made of brown fibers.

"<You should follow their example, and get going.>" A deep male voice says from behind them; it was a group of Lions, and their noticeably stronger leader stood at the front. They all sported animal fur skirts that mimic the pattern seen on the Giraffe.

"<That is a great idea!>" The hare is the first to run in the opposite direction of the amber furred Lions. Then, the rest of the herbivores follow suit as they stampede the fuck out of there. Some even shove others back in an attempt to save themselves.

Once they were all gone, the leader nods towards the ship; his shiny red mane sways as he does so.

"<Alright, Sauda.>" Says the leader. "<You're up.>"

From behind him emerged a Lioness with dark brown fur all around. Like the Zebra, her lower body was defined, yet feminine.

All of them had a more defined upper body than the rest of the felines in the grasslands. As a female, however, she was shorter and less muscular than her male counterparts.

She adjusted her Giraffe print tube top, and walks towards the pod. She could just barely fit in the entrance, so she had to crouch to enter.

Of course, the males didn't waste the chance to stare at the large butt within her skirt as she entered the pod.

"<What do you see?>" Asked the leader.

"<I...don't know.>" Said Sauda with audible confusion. She takes a look around, but there's not much: a seat in the middle, and a screen to its respective right. '<What is this?>' She taps the LED display, and pokes a hole in it with the tip of her claw upon doing so. "<Oops.>"

"<Be careful!>" Shouts the leader from outside.

"<Sorry!>" At the bottom of the screen is a button. She pushes it, and the screen flashes in her face. "<Ah!>" She hits her head on the ceiling attempting to jump back. "<Ow!>"

"<Sauda!>" The captain rushes to the entrance of the landing pod. "<Are you alright?>"

"<Yeah!>" She was rubbing the top of her furred head. "<I just pushed something, and this rectangular...thing lit up.>"

"<Rectangular thing...?>" He crouches to get a better look. Fortunately for him, Lionesses did not have manes, which allowed for a clear view of the screen.

They flinched when they heard generic corporate music coming from the screen's built-in speakers. The letters "FreeDem" sat in the center of a white screen in a black, sans-serif font.

It fades into an old formally dressed black woman that sits on a black office chair. Her hands rest politely on the mahogany desk in front of her.

"Hi." She says robotically. Her brown eyes, despite their attempts to look genuinely happy, seemed to lack soul. "My name is Mabel Jackson, and I'm the CEO of FreeDem. When the company was first founded in-"

"<What is that thing?>" Asked Sauda.

"<No idea.>" The leader shook his head. "<I've never seen anything like it before.>"

"<So that's a no on understanding it, then?>"

"<Correct.>"

"-peanuts. But now, our primary business is in enforcing justice, as you may already know."

A diagram of outer space was shown on the screen. From Earth, a yellow line flew away with a rocket at the end. It slowly zoomed out until the entirety of the Milky Way was visible; then, the line traveled towards one of the ends of the galaxy.

"You are currently en-route to one of our off-planet prisons where you will learn to be a kind, honest, hardworking, and most important of all, obedient citizen."

"<Hey...>" The leader points at one of the arms of the milky way. "<Are those the lights from the heavens, or am I mistaken?>"

"<You know, now that I think about it, you're right.>"

The feed became distorted; this made them flinch once more. When it cleared up, they saw a white man's face looking right at them. Almost immediately, he looked confused.

"Hey...come look at this." The white man motioned for someone. He backed up, and the face of another white man flew in from the right. He also looked confused.

"Oh shit." He says.

"<Wait...>" Sauda shimmies to the left, and their eyes follow. She shimmies to the right; same result. "<...I think they can see us!>"

"<What?>" He backs away from the pod. "<Get out of there! Let's go!">

"Should...should we tell someone we just found a planet with intelligent life?" Said one of the men. "...dude?" The other man was fixated on the screen. On their end, they can see the Lioness' bare brown butt as she exits the pod. All he can do is look at the other man with disappointment.

"...alright hear me out-"

Outside of the pod, the other three Lions looked confused as the two returned in a rush.

"<Get up! We're leaving!>"

"<What happened?>" Asked one of the other lions.

"<Long story short, that thing belongs to a species from the heavens. They may be trying to get it back, so we need to->"

The sound of a jet engine quickly approached the area. Before they knew it, a large, disk-like vessel hovered over the pod. Once it slowly got low enough, metallic legs released themselves from the bottom, and eventually touched the ground where the ship would rest.

Nearby, countless other species were watching. The herbivores from before, humanoid birds in the sky, other Hyenas, and even Imani and her mother.

The entrance to the ship was much too high for anyone to reach by jumping. Instead, everyone watched as a ramp slowly descended from the entrance, and made contact with the ground. Only then did the entrance reveal itself.

Three men were seen at the entrance of the house-sized vessel. Two of the men wore black police pants, a light blue long-sleeved shirt with a dark blue tie to match, and black boots. In the middle, a man with similar style; the difference was in the brown shirt, black tie, and an additional black hat decorated with a golden American flag in the middle. All three rocked buzz cuts, but maybe that was less obvious with the captain's hat in the way.

"Scan every inch of that pod. Leave no stone unturned." Said the man in the middle.

"Sir!" The two others quickly rushed down, but paused when they saw the small group of Lions.

It was a stare-down.

"<They don't look so tough.>" Says one of the younger male Lions. "<I've got this.>"

"<Djoe!>" Screams the leader. "<No!>"

Just one step, and Djoe was flung high into the sky. The source: one of the guards had their hand raised.

Then, after the guard lowered his hand, Djoe was left at the mercy of gravity.

"<Djoe!>" Screamed Sauda.

With a loud thud, he was gone.

In one of the massive cave-like rooms of the den, the Hyena queen sat on her throne chiseled from stone. There were many female guards that surrounded the circular room, and a mixture of males and females knelt before her.

One in particular stood out: Kyle, and he was fully healed of his injuries. He was the only one in the first row, front and center, and he sports the same Cheetah print skirt that the other males wore.

"<Come to me, my pet.>" Commanded the queen.

"<Yes, my queen.>" He says perfectly. Slowly, he makes his way over to her, and kneels just a few inches from where she sits. His eyes do not fixate on her at all; instead, he stares at the dirt under him.

"<Do you finally know your place?>" She stares seriously at him.

"<Yes.>" He nods. "<I was a fool for resisting you.>" That elicits a smile from her.

"<Will you obey every command I give you?>"

"<Without hesitation.>" He watches as one of her digitigrade feet leaves the ground, and hovers just in front of him.

"<Then show me your loyalty.>" She relishes the look of desperation that invades his face. "<Worship me.>"

"<With pleasure, my queen!>" There was no hesitation from Kyle; he delivers kiss after kiss to her digitigrade foot. The ecstasy in his face places her in a state of euphoria.

'<Finally.>' She thinks to herself. '<Even the stars bow down before me!>'

"<Oh, my queen!>" Screams Kyle as he continues to worship her. "<My queen!>"

"<My queen!>" Shouts a female guard.

"<Huh?>" The queen responds, groggily. She was laying naked on her massive zebra-print bed, stomach first, as one of her eyes struggle to open.

"<It's time to get up, your majesty.>" The guard, standing at the queen's side, takes a few steps back.

'<A dream?>' She sits up, yawns, and stretches. '<Dammit...>' She scratches at the fur below her abs, and smacks her lips. "<Yeah, alright.>"

She stands, and stares at the Cheetah print clothing laid before her.

"<Is there an issue, my queen?>"

"<What do you think?>" The queen holds up the skirt. "<Does this look like Lion fur to you?>"

"<My apologies, your majesty.>" The guard grows increasingly nervous. "<The Lions have been rather troublesome lately. We can't seem to find any nearby.>"

"<Then extend your search.>" She slips her strong, yet smooth legs between the organic fabric. "<How am I supposed to rule in the clothes of a commoner?>" Then, she slips her bandeau top down until it hugs at her heavy H-cups, and the strong back that effortlessly handles them.

Finally, she pets at different parts of her fur until it's all neat and tidy: her head, her neck, her powerful core, her defined arms, and ultimately, the watermelon crushers on her lower body.

"<Alright! Let's go!>" The queen points towards the exit of her circular, cave-like room.

To start off her day, she moves throughout the maze of the den until she reaches the only other one that was guarded.

"<Good morning, my pet!>" To the queen's surprise, Kyle was still asleep. "<Hey! Lazy ass!>" She smacks him in his bruised stomach.

"AH!" You can bet that woke him right up. He sits right up, and hugs at his core. "Fuck you!" He stares daggers at her with the only eye he could keep open.

"<Rise and shine, my pet!>" She grins, and places her hands on her hips.

"Yeah yeah...<Rise>. I get it." He grumbles words underneath his breath, and reaches for his black shirt.

The queen steps on it. When Kyle looks up at her, he sees her shaking her head. He simply raises his arms in confusion.

Without uttering a word, she raises a Cheetah print skirt tailor made just for him. Once he slips it on, the queen looks at him and nods in approval.

"<You look much better!>" She ruffles the hair on his head, and threatens to smack him when he tries to deflect her hand. Sure enough, he didn't deflect it. "<However, I still need to make it abundantly clear that you're mine.>" She grins maliciously. "<And I think I know how.>"

"...why are you smiling like that?"

A few minutes later, he stands at the center of the queen, and four other guards. They were currently surrounded by thick and abundant shrubbery outside of the den.

'What are we doing out here so early?' From what he saw at the entrance to the den, the sun was just barely crawling out of the horizon. Currently, due to all of the vegetation, he could only see the starry night above him. 'Whatever it is, it can't be good. Not if we're alone.'

"<Pin him down.>" On the queen's orders, Kyle is tripped, and forced on his back. Each of the guards holds one of his limbs down.

"Oh fuck! Not again!" His weakened resistance was futile. There wasn't enough energy in him from nearly two days of starvation and water deprivation.

"<Relish this, sky dweller.>" The queen stands over the heavily breathing male, her feet at either side of him. What intrigued her, though she didn't show it, was that his eyes darted straight for her brown and fuzzy the instant they got the chance. "<Many males would kill for the privilege.>" She squats over him, unfazed at the fact that she was on full-display for him, but does not sit.

'Wait... __s_ he's not gonna hit me.'_ His eyes widen. 'She's gonna-!"

Hungry, thirsty, beaten, and now covered in the smell of urine. As the queen and her group of Hyenas chat in the language he's only just starting to understand, Kyle sits and stares seriously at what seems like nothing.

The queen takes notice of this.

'<I wonder what's on his mind right now.>' She clears her throat. "<Rise.>"

Initially, a pissed off Kyle only stares at her with that serious expression of his, but eventually—and painfully—gets on his feet.

'<He hasn't said a word since I marked him.>' She smiles. '<Slowly, but surely, he must be learning his place.>' Her attention turns to the rest of the group. "<Alright! Let's go! We're burning daylight!>"

Out in the endless field of chest-height yellow grass, the queen turns her attention to a heavily breathing Kyle that was just barely keeping up with their walk.

"<How you doing, Kai-uhl?>" His sweaty, purple, and swollen face turns to face her. Once more, all he does is look at her, then back in front of him. "<Man, you look rough despite not eating and drinking anything for a measely two days.>" She chuckles. "<If this is your limit, then this might be easier than I thought.>"

Suddenly, every Hyena ducks into the yellow grass.

"<Kyle! Down!>" The queen whispers, forcing him down from the top of his head.

It takes him a second to see what the big deal was: two Zebras, a male and a female, running with a smaller male between them. Following them was Imani and her mother.

The name of the game was simple: escort mission. The Cheetahs are trying to get the younger Zebra, and the two parents are playing bodyguard.

Any time the Cheetahs got close, the parents delivered a backward kick so strong, it was audible. The Cheetahs can just barely dodge it each time.

That was when the mother went over to her daughter's side. When the female Zebra delivered her next kick towards Imani, the small delay in regaining her footing allowed for the older Cheetah to swoop in, and just barely graze the young Zebra's ankle with her bone sword.

"<Get away from him!>" The two parents form a blockade, but it was too late. The young one was beginning to slow down.

"<Mommy! It hurts!>" He winces, and begins to stumble.

"<Keep running! They'll run out of energy soon!>" A request from his mother he just wasn't able to match. He collapses on his injured leg, and the younger of the Cheetahs doesn't hesitate to stab the ground through his throat.

Kyle flinched, and covered his mouth with wide eyes. The queen, seeing this, smiles subtly before looking back at the kill.

All the parents could do was watch in petrifaction as their young child drew his last breaths. He reached out for his parents with a shaky hand, and eventually, stopped moving.

"<Nice...follow-up...>" Says the exhausted mother.

"<Thanks...>" Imani and her mother exchange a high-five.

They freeze when they hear the sound of laughter once more.

"<Oh...come on...>" Imani looks at the group of Hyenas that approach.

"<Gee, this kill looks heavy.>" The queen walks up to the smaller felines with a cheeky grin. "<We'll take it off your hands. Free of charge, of course.">

"<Why...you thieving...>"

"<...Imani...>" Her mother grips her arm, and turns back. "<...not...worth it...>"

With a small grumble, Imani releases the boy from her sword's grip, and sheathes it.

"<Good news, my pet!>" The queen looks back at her prisoner. "<We've got food!>"

"<Your pet...?>" Imani takes a glance behind the queen, and on a patch of dirt kneeled a beaten and exhausted Kyle

'Oh my god!' Her eyes widened. 'He...what did they...?' The swollen face, and predominantly purple-black skin were not there when she saw him last night.

"<Oh yeah!>" The queen looks back at the Cheetahs. "<Now that I think about it, you were there when we found him two nights ago!>" She chuckles. "<Small world.>"

"<You...monsters...!>" Imani formed fists despite knowing full well she couldn't take on the group.

"<Oh please.>" The queen crosses her arms. "<I just saw you stab that little boy in the throat. Don't act all high and mighty, you whore.>"

"<Who are...you calling...a-!>"

"<Imani!>" Her mother grabs Imani by the tail this time, which makes her scream in the most cat-like way possible.

"<You should listen to your mommy.>" The queen points her thumb to her right. "<Beat it.>" She watches as the felines walk away slowly. Imani, however, continued to glance backwards. "<Hey Kyle! Come!>"

All he did was kneel there in petrifaction.

"<Hey! Come!>" She turns around and points at her feet; still nothing. "<Dammit! Bring him here!>"

One of the guards marches over to him, and grabs him by the wrist.

"<Rise.>" Orders the guard, much to nothing. "<Fine.>" She picks him up by the shoulder, then walks to plop him down right in front of the queen.

Right away, the queen smacks him on the cheek so loud, Imani and her mother turn around. Rather than collapse, however, Kyle slowly turns to face her in anger before raising his hand, and coating his entire hand in fire.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a strong and confident being with such a face of panic.

As he moved to smack her on the cheek, he collapses, and lays in a state that can barely be called conscious. In addition, the flame on his hand was extinguished the moment he fell onto the dirt floor.

"<Did he just...>" Began Imani.

"<...conjure the light of destruction?>" The queen looked down at her so-called pet with a look of petrifaction.

"<Kill him!>" A male raised his foot.

"<Stop!>" The queen extends a hand out towards the male.

"<But he tried to->"

"<Shut up!>" She refused to take her eyes off of Kyle.

"<With all due respect, my queen...>" Began a female. "<...I must agree with the male. He is too dangerous to be kept alive. I mean, he almost->"

"<-got me because I got careless.>" The queen crossed her arms. "<All this changes is my approach to his subservience. None of you are allowed to harm him without my say-so. Understood?>"

"<Yes, my queen.>" The group says in unison.

'<This newfound power of yours only makes me desire you more.>' Her eyes narrow maliciously. '<I may need to be more careful from here on out, but make no mistake. You will be mine.>'

Back in his room within the den, only an unconscious Kyle and two female Hyena were present. One of them was from the infirmary: scar going down her right eye, and bandages wrapped around her abs.

"<Let me get this straight...>" She begins, ears flat on her head. "<He almost kills the queen with the light of destruction, and you want ME to watch HIM?>"

"<That is what she said, yes.>" Responds the other female. "<You are to care for him until he is fully recovered.>"

"<I'M not fully recovered!>"

"<That's why she picked you.>"

"<THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!>" She curls slightly in pain, and holds a hand to her bandages.

"<Tough shit, Serena.>" The guard looked at her unamused. "<Those are your orders. Follow them, or else.>"

Serena groans.

"<Fine...>" She breathes in as she stands up tall, then exhales. "<I'll watch the little death sentence.>"

"<Take this.>" The guard hands Serena a filled waterskin. "<The queen thinks he might be dehydrated.>"

"<But he's only been here like 2 days.>" That elicits a chuckle from the guard.

"<I know, right? What a pussy.>"

With a soft groan, Kyle announces his consciousness; Serena's ears, which have been flat, popped up when her attention turned towards him. Sitting up was out of the question; his injuries alone were a strong deterrent to doing so, but now he was left with severe dehydration from his expeditions in the warm lands. Paired with not having eaten in two days, and his lack of athleticism, he wasn't going anywhere.

"Finally, you're awake." He was relieved to find that it didn't sound like the queen.

"Huh?" He whispers softly. From his point of view, he saw a beautiful black woman standing beside him as he laid down on his primitive bed. She has skin so dark, it almost matches the color of the long, thick locs that extend all the way to her smooth shoulders. "Alex?"

Her big, equally dark lips blessed him with a gentle smile.

"Hi." In her small hands was a waterskin.

"Is that really you?" His shaky and bruised right arm raises in desperation.

"<Uh...What's he doing?>" Asks Serena. Her ears descended slightly.

"<I think he's hallucinating.>" The guard watched with curiosity.

Both watch as his fingers gently make contact with the fur of her right cheek. Slowly, they slide until his entire hand embraces her fur.

"I saw you...I mean...?" A mixture of sadness and relief took over his now reddened eyes, but no tears came out.

"<Wh->" All Serena could do was blush as her ears uncontrollably flattened; to her, that looked like the fur on her cheeks had puffed up a bit. "<Okay, I've seen enough!>"

The waterskin touches his dry, chapped lips. His arm, succumbing to his exhaustion, slides down from her cheek—and her arm—until it meets her hand.

Deep within him, an instinct kicked in the instant he felt water enter his dry mouth. His eyes widen, and he chugs voraciously until there's nothing left. Not one breath was taken until the nozzle of the waterskin parted ways with his lips.

Now, he just laid there, catching his breath with his eyes closed tightly.

"Thank you...Alex..." He flashes Serena a gentle smile.

"<Stop touching me.>" She pulls her hand away from his loving touch, and takes a few steps back.

"Alex? What's wrong?" Still, he spoke softly as he reached for her hand. "Come back...please..." Sadness takes over his face.

"<Hey, maybe you should play along.>" Whispers the guard.

"<What? Why?>"

"<We might learn more about him.>"

Begrudgingly, Serena returns to the human's side, much to his relief.

"<Don't. Tell. Anyone.>" Serena says as she lets Kyle take her hand in his. "<Oh my god, this is so embarrassing...>" Her discomfort is intensified when she feels his chapped lips make contact with her hand. She couldn't even stand to watch; she covers her eyes with her other hand.

"Please..." He tugs at her hand. "Come closer..."

"<Oh hell no!>" Yet Serena sees the guard make motions with her hand that says 'keep going'. "<If you want to find out so bad, you do it!>"

"<I'm not the one he's seeing.>"

"<Bitch, I have dignity!>"

"<If you don't do this, the queen will ensure that you won't even have a home.>" That elicits a growl from Serena.

"<I hate you.>" She slowly bends forward a bit.

"Closer." His weak hand attempts to pull at her strong grip. Sensing the context, she leans in even more, albeit begrudgingly.

Once more, his hand raises to cup her cheek. She was now low enough to where it was feasible for his low energy to maintain contact.

'<Don't punch him don't punch him don't punch him don't->'

From this close, she was forced to look him right in his gentle, brown eyes. Combined with the soft hand that lovingly held her cheek, she felt like the most cherished Hyena in the world.

At least for a moment.

His hand gives to gravity, and he looks up at her in shock. It was now evident that the water was starting to kick in to the point where his senses had returned.

"Uh..." That was all he could muster.

Serena, realizing what had happened, took many steps back and cleared her throat.

"<It's not what it looked like!>" She paused. "<Wait. You can't even understand me.>"

"<Sure is what it looked like to me.>" The guard failed to try and suppress her laughter.

"<Shut up!>" Serena points to the guard. "<Remember: not one word!>"

"<You expect me to keep this from the queen?>" The guard shook her head. "<This is definitely something she'll want to hear about.>"

As the two argued, Kyle looked at his palm. The sensation of her fur was still etched into its short-term memory. Yet, despite just sharing an instance of intimacy, he only felt sorrow beat from his longing heart.

Out in the endless field of tall, yellow grass were two female Hyenas: An adult, and a child. Both wore Cheetah print clothing, the top and the skirt, but the mother also had a necklace on composed of canine teeth and black beads. She bore a serious and unforgiving expression on her face while her daughter looked like she just wanted to cry.

"<I hate this!>" The daughter was covered in dirt and scratches.

"<Grow a pair, Serena!>" She points at Serena's flat chest, apathetic towards her discomfort. "<You're a female, for fuck's sake. Act like it!>"

"<I wanna go home! This sucks!>"

"<My daughter will not be a quitter!>" She knees Serena's chest and watches her collapse. "<You aren't going home until you land a scratch on me. Now get up; you look disgraceful.>" She just looks at her daughter as her lungs struggle to regain air. "<Get up, Serena.>"

Fast forward to the moment of physical contact she had with Kyle, and she found herself unable to remove herself from his loving touch.

"<Serena!>"

There was no pain; no deception; no lesson to be taught. Life was perfectly calm for that singular moment in time.

"<Serena!>" The queen shouts from her throne made of chiseled stone. "<What the hell is wrong with you?>"

"<I->" Serena didn't even know what to do in the current moment. "<I'm sorry, my queen.>"

"<What happened between you two earlier?>"

"<Uh...>" That tiny sliver of physical contact entered her mind once more, and made her cheeks puff up involuntarily. "<I->"

"<Oh my god, did you fuck him?>"

"<What!? No! Nothing like that happened!>"

"<Then spit it out, woman!>"

Serena takes a quick moment to prepare herself.

"<He was so dehydrated; I guess he thought I was someone named 'Alex'.>"

"<Alex?>"

"<Yeah. I kept hearing him say that in his language. Alex this, Alex that.>"

"<So, he thinks you're this 'Alex'. How is that important?>"

"<He...>" She covers her eyes in embarrassment; something that excites the queen. "<Oh god...he...>" Her ears go flat. "<...held my hand and cheek....>

The guard that was in the same room with her looked like she was suppressing a laugh.

"<...and she liked it.>"

"<No I didn't! Shut the fuck up!>" She says, taking an offensive stance towards the guard.

"<It sounds to me like you did.>" The queen's calm brown eyes did not remove themselves from Serena's puffy blush. "<But that's irrelevant right now. Can you tell me anything else?>"

"<Well, he stopped touching me when he came to his senses. Looked awfully bummed out too.>"

Once more the guard just had to chime in.

"<So did you~>" She says cheerfully.

"<I swear to god->"

"<Shut up!>" The queen raises a hand. "<If I wanted to hear you two bicker, I'd ask for it. What matters now is information related to the sky dweller.>"

"<That's pretty much all that happened.>" Serena says. "<So, am I off sky dweller duty now that he's fine?>"

"<Your orders are to care for him until he is completely recovered. Last I checked, he was still covered in purple.>"

"<Wait. I have to help him until he recovers from the initiation, too?>" Serena's hands ball into fists. "<But that could take months!>"

"<Well, then, you should be happy!>" Her perfectly suppressed laughter started to fail. "<You'll have all the time in the world for him to touch you like the good male you are!>" The room erupts into laughter, much to Serena's disapproval. Fortunately, the queen waved her off, which she gladly took advantage of.

"<I am not a male...>" The image of his disapproving face of revelation comes to mind. '<Not like he wants to touch me, anyway...>' As much as she tried to suppress it, that look of his did disappoint her to some degree.

Within Kyle's room in the den, Serena and Kyle sat on the floor.

"<Come on!>" She holds a piece of raw meat in front of her. "<Eat, god dammit!>"

"<No.>" He avoids eye contact. Of the words Serena uttered, he could only recognize 'eat'.

"<So help me god, I will shove this thing down your throat if I have to!>" She wrestles him on his back, and rubs the anthropomorphic-based meat against his lips. "<Eat!>" As she tries, she can hear his groans of disapproval.

She notices his right arm as it ascends to touch her cheek once more. Only this time, instead of lovingly holding it, she feels it warming up. Nothing of note happens, however, and it returns to its normal temperature quickly.

"<Did you just try to-!>" She stands, and stops herself from delivering a kick to his oblique. '<No, Serena. That'll just extend his recovery time.'> She takes some time to calm herself.

Her restraint leaves him confused. With this temporary moment of peace, he sits up, wipes the blood from his lips, and looks at the red alien blood on his hands with disgust.

"<What do I have to do to get you to eat?>"

She looks into his skeptical eyes with no clue as to what her next move should be.

"<If you're worried, it's not poisoned.>" She tears off a piece, and drops it into her gullet.

Even with that, however, Kyle's body language was on the defensive.

"<You're fucking impossible.>" She can hear his stomach's cry for help. Combined with the fact that he felt forced to clutch his stomach, she couldn't help but feel a sense of possibility. "<Or maybe...you don't eat meat?>"

Outside, she wandered and wandered, but looked confused while doing so.

'<I don't know what to get.>' Surrounding the den was a thick abundance of plant life. There were trees, grass, shrubs, lots of vibrant fruits, and plenty of smaller anthropomorphic creatures on the treetops. '<All of it looks fucking disgusting.>' So, she started grabbing at random plants. She took some blue apple-sized fruits in the shape of a sphere, some shrub leaves, and some grass.

Back at the den, she lays the assortment of plant life on the floor. She sees him completely disregard everything but the fruit.

'<Oh?>' A bit of optimism flows through her.

Right away, Kyle's instincts took over. He inspects it, he sniffs it, he squeezes it, and ultimately, he's careful as he takes a bite of it.

Whatever sense of skeptical anticipation he had disappeared the instant the fruit's juices made contact with his tongue. Then, the fruit's existence ended in mere seconds.

"<Alright!>" Serena's face lit up. "<Now we're getting somewhere!>"

Some time had passed, and now pits from the blue fruit littered his room. His satisfaction was marked by a burp that echoed throughout his room.

He covered his mouth in embarrassment. Rather than disgust, he was surprised to hear Serena's laughter.

"<That was beefy! For a male, anyway.>"

Once more, all she has to work with is a skeptical gaze from Kyle.

"<You know, this would be easier if you knew how to speak our language.>" That's when she hatched the idea. "<Well, if I'm stuck with you for the next few months, might as well make you useful. Though...what to teach you first...>"

"<How about 'I love you'?>" Comments the guard.

"<Grh! Out of all the possible guards, why does it have to be you? Fuck off!>"

"<Hah! In your dreams. This is some of the best shit I've seen in a while.>" She lays against the wall of the room, and crosses her arms. "<I'm not going anywhere.>"

"<Keep making jokes like that, and I'm sending you straight to hell.>" The aggravated Hyena forces her way into the personal space of the other.

"<I'd like to see you try, male lover.>" The guard did not back down.

All Kyle kept track of was their breasts: they stood so close to each other, that they were continuously rubbing against each other through their organic Cheetah print fabrics.

"<...>" Serena's eyes narrow. "<Say that again.>"

"<That's what you are, isn't it?>" The guard pokes at Serena's chest. "<Male. Lover.>"

Bam! Right on the guard's snout. Yet, the guard didn't go down. She taps at her injury with one of the rough pads on her palm before tackling Serena to the ground.

'This should not be turning me on.' Kyle could only sit and watch with anticipation. As the guard repeatedly pummeled Serena, his eyes just couldn't help but gravitate towards their rear ends. The straddling ticked all the right boxes in his brain.

Eventually, however, his view was over. The guard stood, and looked down at the defeated Hyena before her.

"<Next time, don't challenge me with an injury.>" Then with one final kick, she returned to her post. "<Male lover.>"

An empathetic feeling within Kyle created a sort of "gravitational" effect towards her.

"Uh...you okay?" He says, kneeling next to her.

She reels in pain for a moment before opening one of her eyes, and acknowledging his existence. One of his hands, the hand approaching the fur on her arm, is smacked away.

"<No.>" She tries to sit up, but her abdominal injury prevents her from doing so. "<Fuck! Come on, Serena!>"

Her struggle reminded Kyle of a moment he shared with his friend Alex. They were in his room: blue walls with nothing on them, gray shag carpet, a closet that wasn't open, and a TV stand with shelves full of video games.

Alex laid on his bed, and she did not look good. Her red sweater and blue jeans were a great combo, but their appearance was sullied by the black eye she had.

"Why don't you just go to the cops?" Asked Kyle, sitting at the edge of his bed.

"I can't." Alex looked at him sadly. "That would just piss him off more."

"Fuck him!" Kyle's hands couldn't help but ball into fists. "You work hard to support him, and all he does is beat you! Someone like that deserves to rot in prison."

"But he's my dad. I can't just do that to him. He's family."

"He can't just do this to you!" His hand gently rests above hers. "It hurts me to see you like this."

"It's fine. Really." Her other hand rests above his. "I can take it."

That last sentence felt like a punch to the gut for Kyle.

"You shouldn't have to, Alex."

She struggles to sit up. Judging by the painful expression on her face, it was obvious why she decided to wear a sweater today. He could only imagine the bruising she must have had underneath her clothing.

"Here." He slides his hand under her back, and assists her as she tries to sit up.

In the present, he found himself doing the same for the alien beast before him. Hand to her back, and a gentle push.

"<I told you not to touch me.>" When she looked at him, she noticed some gentleness in his eyes once more. Not quite like before, but a significant improvement from the pure antagonism he had before. "<But...I can let it slide just this once.>"

The prison guards weren't the only ones that arrived on that big ship. Within it also resided a lab, and many scientists that were exploding with curiosity. There were several outside, and with them, a lone female security guard. She was a redhead, caked in makeup, and brimming with an ecstatic personality.

"Adrian! Don't wander too far off now!" The young woman yells with enthusiasm. "I can't protect you if you're all the way over there!"

"Oh, but I can't help it!" An older scientist—with signs of his age showing in his graying hair—looked in all directions with binoculars. "Just look at it all! Life! And it's not on Earth!"

As much as she wanted to reign him in, his enthusiasm just added to hers.

"Sir, please." A black man, roughly in his 30s, looked at his senior with concern. "The lord sent her to protect us. Do not turn her away."

"The lord also sent us here, Marcus." Adrian places a hand on Marcus' shoulder, and uses his other hand to wave at the surrounding landscape. "Just look at how peaceful it is. Do you think the lord would put us in harm's way?"

As if on queue, another male scientist's muffled screams could be heard.

"<Ssssh...>" A female Cheetah had her thighs wrapped around the scientist's head. Additionally, she was petting his head gently. "<It's okay. Lay your worries to rest, and accept me.>"

"Good lord!" Marcus looked at the lust-controlled beings with disgust.

As if that wasn't bad enough, more popped out of the grass, and did the same to other scientists.

"You heathens!" The female guard's movements halt when she feels the sharp edge of a bone dagger threaten her throat.

"<We'll be taking your men now, inferior female.>" Says the Cheetah holding her hostage.

The redhead didn't seem to panic, however. Even without moving, every Cheetah in the area found that their right shoulders were set on fire for no reason.

The guard watched as all of them ran through the grasslands in a panic; even her captor. As they did so, they all started individual trails of fire which would surely lead to the ecological destruction of the area.

Just as sudden as the fires started, however, they also seized. The once bold Cheetahs then stood at a distance, and watched patiently.

"<No matter.>" Says one. "<They already got a big whiff of our pheromones. All we have to do now is wait.>"

"Are y'all okay?" The redhead ran towards the scientists that were catching their breaths.

"Yes, we're fine, Rose. Thank you." Responded Marcus. "It will take more than shameless flirting to make us sin."

One of the scientists was left in a lustful daze.

"Her-she was-my face-I..." Said the scientist.

"...it will take more than shameless flirting to make most of us sin." Corrected Marcus.

"Don't worry, Marcus." She raised her hands into finger pistols, and turned her back to him. "No one here's sinning on my watch!"

"Did you hear that, Drake?" Marcus looks over at the horny scientist. "She was referring to you."

"Aw, there's nothing wrong with having a little fun, Marcus!" He winks over at one of the stalking Cheetahs. "We're here to collect data, aren't we?"

"Yes. We're here to collect data; NOT sins."

"Oh come on! Your bible can't have anything against fucking furry babes!"

"But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death. James 1:14-15." It was almost robotic coming out of Marcus' mouth.

"Oh yeah? Well, I've got a quote of my own: fuck you!" Two middle fingers up from Drake. "I'm one of the dudes that saw the feed yesterday, so I think I'm owed some 'compensation'."

"Your compensation is your attendance. Control yourself, or I will have you removed, Drake." The unamused Adrian gave Drake a serious look.

"Alright, alright. No need to talk to HR. Again." Drake places his hands in his pockets, and looks over at the Cheetah women once again. "In all seriousness, though, I think they're worth looking into. My hunch says that they have that thing you've been looking for all these years."

"And how do you figure that?" Asks Marcus.

"Well, answer me this: have we seen ANY of their males so far?"

"Well, no, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"If they don't have any males, then they have to mate with other species to have their kids. And, if their little rodeo taught me anything, it's that they use those delectable pheromones..."

"...Drake..." Warns Marcus.

"...to attract other males." He crosses his arms. "Otherwise, why even ride our faces like that? Ya know?"

"Hmm." Adrian ponders.

"Sir." Marcus looks at Adrian with concern. "You can't seriously be considering this buffoon's logic to be anything other than ridiculous!"

"You have to admit, it has at least some merit." Adrian also looks over at the female Cheetahs. "If the logic holds up, we may just have a way to economically mass produce The Lord's Will." A statement that makes Marcus scoff.

"Sure. And Rose will finally decide to have children."

"Hah!" The security guard shakes her head, her red hair swaying with the shake. "I'd rather trib with one of those furry sinners."

"How serious are you?" Asks Marcus curiously.

"Oh my god! I was joking, you creep!"

From a distance, the Cheetahs looked at the group of humans with visible confusion.

"<What's going on? They should've been all over us by now!>"

"<I guess sky dwellers are immune to our pheromones.>" That elicits a groan from the first Cheetah.

"<I was afraid of that. Now, we have no defense against their great power.>"

"<Yep.>" The second one stands. "<Which is why I'm out of here before I end up like that one Lion.>"

"<Same here.>"

"<Me too.>"

"<Wh...fine!>" Screamed the first. "<Unlike y'all, I still see a path towards sky dweller seed.>" Her amber eyes locked on to Drake.

When it comes to searching for someone with no modern tracking capabilities, especially in an unknown land full of unknown dangers, there's no better assistant than good ol' instinct and intuition.

But searching for someone in the infinite sea of tall, yellow grass proved tricky for the prison guards. For starters, analyzing footprints was near impossible unless they found a patch of bare dirt. Second, with the prisoner's head start, he may have already found several hiding spots. Paired with the endless fields lacking many, if any, he'd be able to see them way before they arrived.

And, there was always the chance for an ambush from predators that could blend perfectly with their surroundings; even if they were right under the guards' noses.

Not like that was a concern to these alien invaders.

Even as roughly ten Cheetahs leap from the grass, they soon find themselves suspended in space.

"<I can't move!>"

"<What is this?>"

The ten appeared to have been frozen in time. As the guards analyzed the Cheetahs, their drawn swords made their assassination attempt all the more obvious.

With a small nod from the two guards that looked at each other, the ten hit the ground instantaneously with a ground-shaking thud, and a bone-chilling crunch. All of them were dead.

Now, with their seemingly-minute nuisance out of the way, they continued with their investigation.

"Hey Steve." Says the one with brown hair. "Found something."

Steve follows the pointing finger of his partner to find a trail of shoe prints. Upon crouching for a better look, he noticed a series of paw pads that seemed to line up almost perfectly with the prints.

"If this means what I think it means, then he's either dead, or enslaved." Steve stands, and adjusts his sunglasses. "Only one way to find out."

Dawn.

Kyle, not allowed to roam on his own, is forced to wait on Serena to bring him fruit.

"<Alright, here you go, herbivore.>" She plops the blue spheres of energy on the floor.

Morning.

"<Serena.>" She was pointing at herself, but redirects her finger towards Kyle.

"Uh...my name?" When she does it again, the message became clear. Now, he points at himself, saying... "Kyle." Finger to her. "Serena."

"<Yes! Good male!>"

Noon.

"<Finding these things is a pain in the ass.>" The blue fruit thumps against the ground once more.

Afternoon.

"<Come!>" A phrase she repeats while walking backwards outside of the den. Following her was Kyle, who looked very exhausted.

"Fuck my life..." He spits out.

Evening.

Now drained of all energy, and full of fruit, Kyle lays down on the rock he calls a bed. It's not comfortable in the slightest, but his body is so depleted, he could be laying on needles and still fall asleep.

Dawn.

"<Bon appetit.>" The fruits land in front of Kyle once more.

Morning.

"<Zero...one...two...three...>" One by one, Serena's fingers rise to the number she spits out.

Noon.

"<Don't thank me or anything.>" The floor thuds with the sound of nourishment.

Afternoon.

"<Come!> Once more, she walks backwards, and watches as her patient struggles to keep up.

"Yeah yeah...I get it..." He weakly utters.

Evening.

Rock sweet rock.

Dawn.

"<I can't tell if you're looking better or worse.>" As the fruit drops to the floor, she sees that Kyle's bruising is changing for the better, but he also looks a bit out of it.

Morning.

"<How are you?>"

"<I->...uh...<kneel>?" His incorrect response elicits a blush from Serena. "What? What did I say?"

Noon.

"<Eat up!>"

Afternoon.

"<Come!> She was looking better herself. The bandages were still on, but she could manage to jog in place as a struggling Kyle petered on.

Evening.

'I'm eating healthy now, but I feel worse than ever.' He painfully climbs onto his rock, and groans as he finds a bearable position to sleep in. 'Maybe it takes time to adjust?'

Dawn_._

"<_Wake up! It's chow time!>"_

Morning.

"<One...two...three...>"

"Uh...<five>?"

"<No. Four.>"

"<Four!>" Kyle smacks his forehead. "Fucking <four>. It should not be this hard." Yet he couldn't control the haze that was slowly taking over his mind.

Noon.

"<At this rate, there's gonna be nothing left for my food to eat.>"

Afternoon.

"<Come!>"

Today, before they'd had a chance to finish their little walk, Kyle collapses and struggles to catch his breath.

"<Hey! Get up, lazy ass!> She makes her way over to him, and slowly crouches. Now he really looked out of it. Out of nowhere, he vomits. "<Whoa!>" Despite the pain from her injury, she quickly backtracks.

Kyle lays on his back, and struggles to observe the spinning world around him.

'What's going on? Where am I?' He thinks to himself.

"<Kyle! Hey! Kyle!>"

Before he knew it, he was resting against a tree not far from where they were walking. He feels a waterskin touch his lips, and has no control over his body as it makes short work of the water within.

"<You should've let me know that you needed water. Dipshit.>" She crouches, and waits for him to finish before retracting the waterskin. "<Now the question is: what the hell is wrong with you now? You're eating, you're drinking, you're resting...>"

She notices that his eyes aren't taking a distant carcass out of their sight. Slowly, she makes her way over to it, and observes its contents: still lots of meat inside.

'<He rejected it before, but...what the hell.>' She tears off a chunk of rib, and makes his way over to him. Not a word; she just holds the piece in front of his face. Sure enough, his eyes followed.

'I shouldn't, but...' His tongue could remember the taste of finely season pork ribs as he stared at the meat before him. The barbecue sauce, the feeling of his teeth tearing the tender meat apart, the rich flavor of the smoker it came out of; those memories practically forced his hand to shakily rise, and grip the bone at the edge of his meal.

Only one thing missing.

He forced himself up, and looked at the surrounding area.

'<What are you doing? Just eat it.>' Serena, and the surrounding Hyenas, watch with curiosity as the human picks up rocks with his free hand, and places them in a circle. Then, slowly, he piled sticks on top of sticks until he was content with the size.

'I've never built a campfire, but hopefully this'll do...' He hovers his hand right by the mountain of sticks. 'It has to...I need this...'

The surrounding Hyenas, despite keeping their distance, backtrack when they see a small ball of fire form in Kyle's palms. Even Serena takes a step back; her instincts scream 'danger' every time she sees it.

'Come on...' His hand was like a lighter. He'd continually form fire, it would go out, and he'd have to do it again. 'Burn, damn you!' Success! His little campfire was alive, much to his relief.

All the surrounding Hyenas could do was stare with a mixture of fear, and intrigue. Any time the fire crackled and rose, they twitched.

What surprised Serena was when he placed the piece of rib on a rock that sat close to the fire.

'<He's gonna burn it?>' Serena was the lone Hyena brave enough to venture towards the fire.

Kyle's eyes dart towards his escort. It was a hesitant Serena who, on occasion, stopped when the fire crackled and released sparks.

'Man, she's really scared of the fire.' As he looks around, the other aliens shared the same face of anxiety. 'They all are.'

Serena, now sitting right in front of the burning apocalypse, can feel her body pulsating with petrifaction.

'<If h __e's not scared of this, then neither am-_ >'_ The fire crackles, and sparks fly upward, making her flight instinct kick in. "<Fuck!>" She'd only managed to slide back a few inches.

Kyle just can't help but laugh. Not only at her reaction, but at her face. It was oddly funny seeing such a proud being cower like a child.

"<What are you laughing at, asshole?>"

Over the course of the next few minutes, Kyle continued to flip the ever-browning meat, more Hyenas sat around the fire, and all of them observed the first cooking tutorial of their lives.

Eventually, Kyle pulls the meat from the fire, and blows on it. The smell of cooked meat dances through the air, and into the noses of the aliens around him.

They leaned in, watching with anticipation.

Finally, Kyle took a bite. Then another. Then many more in rapid succession until only bone remained.

'<Wow. He sure was hungry.>' Serena looked curiously at the discarded bone. '<Is burned meat really that much better?>'

The others around him also grew curious.

"<You know, that actually smelled pretty good.>"

"<I wanna try some!>"

"<Yeah, same here!>"

The crowd around the campfire roared with enthusiasm at this newfound discovery. To Kyle, the sight was fascinating.

'Is this what it was like for cavemen when they first discovered fire?' He thinks to himself.

Dawn.

"<Rise and shine! I've got food!>" She held the skinned meat of an animal over her shoulder.

"Ugh..." Injuries aside, Kyle's muscles were far too sore to let him move comfortably.

Outside of the den, Kyle tried his damnedest to teach Serena how to set up the fire. At the moment, she was doing that trick where one stick was rapidly rotated over another.

"Fuck what was that word again?" Kyle currently stood over the seated Serena as she leaned forward, and struggled to create her first fire. "<Faster>! That was it."

"<Why do I have to do this stupid bullshit? Just do your thing!>"

Eventually, when her patience grew too thin to continue, Kyle used his power to light the sticks ablaze.

Morning.

Kyle's language lessons were going quite smoothly.

"<Eleven...twelve...>" She points at him.

"<...fifteen?>" His wrong answer makes her sigh.

"<Thirteen.>" She says bluntly. "<Dumbass.>"

Noon.

"<You still eat that?>" She watches as Kyle eats some more of those blue fruits. "<Why?>"

Afternoon.

"<Come!>" As usual, she jogged in place, and waited for him to catch up. At least he wasn't on the verge of collapse like last time. As a matter of fact, he was doing quite well today; still exhausted, however. Much too exhausted to care about her bouncing chest and bottom.

From her point of view, she was not excited about the jiggling human muffin top and man boobs that offended her eyes, nor the noodle arms that helplessly sway with his pathetic attempt at jogging.

Evening.

"<STUPID SON OF A WHORE! START!>" She still struggled to start a fire by hand; something that gave Kyle a chuckle. He knew she was serious today; her strong biceps and triceps flexed intensely with the repeated motion of her twisting.

Night.

Full of meat, Kyle happily retreats to the safety of the den for a good night's sleep.

Dawn.

"<I WILL MURDER YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY YOU WOODY PIECE OF SHIT!> Day two of Serena struggling to start a fire.

Morning.

"<Who am I?> Asks Serena.

"<You...uh...Serena?>" He asks, his eyes narrowing at the end.

"<...meh.>" She gives him a thumbs up, "<Choppy, but better.>"

Noon.

Some of the Hyena children approached Kyle out of curiosity. There was a mixture of sniffing, staring, and touching going on around him as he uncomfortably ate his fruit.

"<Why's he only got fur on his head?>"

"<It feels weird.>"

"<He smells like pee pee.>"

Afternoon.

"<Come!>" She couldn't tell if his improving speed was a result of the training, or a desire to end it sooner. Nevertheless, despite his face of exhaustion, his eyes showed persistence rather than impending surrender.

Evening.

She had forsaken the use of words, and instead shrieked in primitive rage as her fire creation skills remained stagnant.

Night.

With a sigh, and several groans, he slowly crawls onto his primitive bed. Even if it was just dry grass on dried mud, his mind had already associated it as 'comfy bed', and that was good good enough for him.

Dawn.

Some time had passed, as seen from the bruises on Kyle's body that had faded a noticeable amount, and from the small beard that had started to invade his jaw.

"<COME ON! I CAN SEE YOU SMOKING THIS TIME! JUST START, DAMMIT!>"

Morning.

"<You are...?>"

"<Kyle.>"

"<I am...?>

"<Serena.>"

Noon.

As Kyle peacefully ate his fruit, he noticed that more and more clouds were taking over the sky.

Afternoon.

"<Come!>" This time, she didn't have to turn around and wait for him. She had to go slow so he could keep up, barely, but it was an improvement.

Evening.

Never had Kyle seen someone rub so fast in his life. Serena, releasing an ever-increasing yell, finally sees embers form.

"<YES!>" She stands, fists in the air. "<I AM THE BEST!>"

"<You>...uh...<good>!" Kyle gives her a thumbs up as she cheers herself on with a mixture of yells, and haphazard movement.

"<Yes! Yes! That's what I'm talking about! YEAH!>" In her excitement, she chest bumps him; a decision that knocked Kyle on his ass, and forced them both to recoil in pain. "<Mistake...that was...a mistake...>" She collapsed onto one knee, and held her wrapped abs.

'I can't tell what hurts worse...' His muscles screamed at him as he got on his hands and knees. 'The soreness...or the punches...'

Serena, soon on her digitigrade feet, offers him a hand.

"<Sorry...>" She groans.

"<It okay...>" He groans back, accepting her help.

Right away, their instincts took a mental note of how contact with the other felt. On Serena's end, she just couldn't help but take notice of the softness of his skin. Kyle, meanwhile, divided his attention between the roughness of her hand pads, and the surprisingly coarse fur that covered everywhere else on her hand.

"<Hey.>"

However, Kyle's fascination with the alien didn't seize there. He was zoned out, hyper fascinated with how her fur felt as his thumb brushed back and forth against it.

"<Hey!>" Serena quickly retracted her hand. "<Getting a little too touchy-feely there!>"

"Huh?" When he came back to reality, his cheeks turned crimson; a sight that confused Serena. "<S-Sorry...>" His eyes strayed away from her person, unable to look at her without feeling embarrassed. 'What the hell was that, Kyle? You creep.'

It was another early morning at the Hyena's den, and the queen laid against the thick tree at the center of its entrances. There were many Hyenas going about their day: some talking, others hauling their meals, and many others doing things she didn't care to keep track off. What interested her at this moment was a pair of test subjects: Kyle, and Serena. As per their schedule, it was breakfast time, and Serena was once again attempting to start the fire while Kyle sat nearby and scratched at his new beard. The swelling on his face had completely disappeared, and the purple bruises were almost gone.

"<Come on...I know you want to...>" Serena's focus was intense.

"<My queen.>" Kyle's guard called out behind the queen.

"<What?>"

"<Your squad is ready to depart.>"

"<Understood. I'll be right there.>"

With her duty fulfilled, the smaller female prepared to walk back to the queen's squad, but inner curiosity stopped her in her tracks.

"<Permission to ask a question, my queen?>"

"<Spit it out.>" Still, the queen's eyes did not leave the pair by the campfire.

"<It's been a while since you last talked to the sky dweller. Twenty rotations as a matter of fact.>"

"<Get to the point.>"

"<I was just wondering what your plan is.>"

"<My plan?>"

"<Well, yeah. He almost killed you. Now, you're slowly letting him get stronger. It just doesn't make any sense.>"

"<I'm not slowly letting him get stronger. I'm observing him.>"

"<Observing him?>" The guard joins the queen in observing the two.

"<Do you think I picked a male lover like Serena at random, Janine?>"

"<OH YEAH!>" Serena's fire came to life. "<Fastest time so far!>"

"<Good!>" Kyle extends his hand for a high five, which she abuses with a strong slap that sends him back.

'< __What d_ id he_ call that again?>' Serena asked, looking at his palm.

Janine looks over at the queen in confusion.

"<I don't get it.>"

"<My mom used to tell me to look before you dominate. Understand who it is you're trying to control. If you don't, you could die; and what do you know. Twenty rotations ago, I almost proved her right.>" The fire from Kyle's right hand was burned into her mind.

"<So that's why you took a big step back.>" Janine looked at Serena. "<But why use her in this plan of yours?>"

"<Look at them.>" The queen sees Kyle cover his mouth after releasing a burp. In response, Serena released a burp so powerful, Kyle could feel its vibrations on the ground.

"<Aw! Nasty!>" Yet Kyle couldn't help but laugh along with Serena.

"<They're getting too close for my liking.>" Janine commented. "<They shouldn't be laughing together! He should be under her foot!>"

"<I don't like it either, but Serena's weakness is the only way we're gonna be able to learn about the sky dweller.>" The queen's eyes narrow as she looks at his smiling face. "<Once I know his weaknesses, he will be mine.>"

Tonight, the night sky has been taken over by clouds. The ground below, usually illuminated by the blue light of the full moon, was instead pitch black. Just like the soul of a male Hyena that had lost his mind.

With no light, all that could be deciphered was the high pitched cackling of someone who's been pushed past his breaking point. On his muzzle, blood; and on the floor in front of him, a female Hyena with a chunk of her throat missing.

"<Who's inferior now, huh?>" He repeats that last word over and over again as he turns her head into mush with his digitigrade foot. "<Oops! I probably shouldn't have done that! Now you're gonna punish me!>" More high pitch laughter followed as he kneels. "<Oh wait. You can't! Cause you're dead! I killed you!>" More of her furry flesh is torn off by his sharp and powerful teeth.

The sensation of her turning to mush in his mouth; the flavor of what used to be his tormentor; the feeling of overall supremacy as he reduced his superior to mere sustenance; his eyes were rolled back as far as they could while he relished all of it.

'<Now I'm gonna eat you! Then, I'm gonna crap you out! Do you approve of that kind of behavior? Huh? Am I allowed to do this?>'

And so he ate. And ate. And ate. On occasion, he would puke from eating too much, but that gave him the room he needed to eat more.

'<More. I need to eat more! If I leave evidence, they'll catch me! I can't be caught. Not until I eat them all. Getting caught means I can't eat them all, and that would be very bad. Can't get caught. Keep eating. Can't get caught. Keep eating. Can't get caught...>'

The high summer sun illuminated the safety of the den on this partly clouded day, and a sweaty Kyle stood a few meters away from a bundle of sticks. Serena, beside him, crossed her arms.

"<Again.>" On queue, her words triggered Kyle into aiming a punch towards the distant bundle. A fire shot out of his fist, but dissipated way before it reached its target. "<Again.>" On his next attempt, he didn't create more than sparks before he groaned and held his arm.

"Son of a bitch!" He blurted out.

"<Hey! What's wrong?>" She hurries over to him. His arm, still a light shade of purple, flexes in a way that doesn't seem intentional. "<I guess you're still a ways from 100%, huh?>" With a wave, she refers towards the large tree at the center of the colony. "<Rest.>"

As they walk towards the tree, she takes the time to observe the rest of his body. His forearms, which uncontrollably flexed, seemed slightly more defined than when they began; as did the rest of his arms, and the calves that weren't hidden by his cheetah print skirt. His center, while not more toned, did look a bit thinner. Just slightly, however; he was still the fat bastard that she had to babysit.

Something she can't take notice of, since she's only seen him with bruising, is that his skin has darkened slightly. Not enough to pass for Hispanic, but enough to where a familiar would take notice.

'<I wonder what he's gonna look like when he's normal.>' All she could picture was his face on a male Hyena's body, and that made her silently chuckle.

"<What?>" His eyes were on her.

"<Huh? Nothing.>"

"<What is 'nothing'?>"

"<Oh, right. Haven't taught you that.>" Now at the tree, they stood in front of a male Hyena that's seen better days. He has so many scars that it would be easier to point out where he still had fur.

To Kyle, this was a shocking view. What surprised him more was that the male looked at him as if it were just another day.

"<We're sitting here.>" Serena's thumb points away. "<Beat it.>"

Without uttering a word, the male follows her instruction without hesitation. Kyle, however, could see something deep within the male eyes; something that made him very uncomfortable.

"<Who that?>" As Kyle sat, his eyes just couldn't part from that male.

"<Nobody special.>" She looks at him, and groans when she sees sympathy in his eyes. "<He's weak. Ignore him.>"

'How can I ignore...that.' Much like with Serena's struggle to sit up weeks ago, his empathy was on overdrive. All he wanted to do was help him; how to go about that, however, remained a mystery. 'If I got the balls to kill the queen after a few days of torment, I can only imagine what must be going through his mind right now.'

'<'Beat it'. Heh. Yeah, I'm gonna 'beat it', alright.>' The male thinks to himself. '<When you're laying lifeless on the ground, I'm gonna show you just how much I can 'beat it'.>' The struggle to relax his clenched fists was great, but he found the willpower to do so. '<Relax, Joey. You can't get caught, remember? You're just another stupid male that can't possibly defeat a female. As long as they believe that, you can win.>'

Now that Kyle was getting used to the primitive lifestyle, his mental sharpness was back. And with it, came observation; something he hadn't done since he first arrived.

For starters, while both genders had scars, the number of scars—and the location of the scars—varied. Females tended to only have the occasional scar from a scratch, or a missing chunk of ear. Males, on top of having both, also had many more than females. Regardless of exactly how many they had, every male had five scars in the same two locations: the cheeks.

But this specific male; he was different. Even compared to other males, he was like a punching bag. Something just wasn't right with him, and he could feel it.

"<Kyle.>" Serena shook him by the shoulders, which made him twitch. "<You okay?>" Concern was plastered all over her face.

"<Yeah.>" Kyle's eyes narrowed, still refusing to take that guy out his sight. "<Me fine.>"

Deep within the maze-like structure of the den, in the queen's chambers, a meeting was taking place. The queen sat on her throne, one foot on the rocky throne she sat on, as an older female knelt with a face of great concern. While not as sharply defined as the others, the older female's muscles still looked like they could pack a punch.

"<It's not like Leah to just disappear, your majesty!>" Says the mother.

"<Tell me when you last saw her.>" Replied the queen.

"<We ate by that sky dweller's light of destruction. I said goodnight, as usual, and she stayed behind to finish her meal. That was the last time I saw her.>"

"<So when did you feel like she was missing?>"

"<Every morning, she stops by my room, and brings me leftovers from the previous day's hunt. This morning, however, she wasn't there.>"

"<Has she ever missed a morning?>"

"<No. It's been our thing ever since she had cubs of her own.>" She grits her teeth, and looks down at the ground sadly. "<God, those cubs...>"

"<I can't even imagine what they must be going through right now.>" The queen's serious brown eyes snap to Janine. "<Janine.>"

"<Yes, my queen?>" Janine kneels as well.

"<I want you to form a search party. Find the missing female by any means necessary.>"

"<Understood.>"

"<As for you, Gertrude...>" The queen rises from her throne, and kneels in front of Gertrude. "<We'll find Leah. I promise.>"

As the queen kneels there, and places a reassuring hand on Gertrude's shoulder, she wanders into her own thoughts. For a moment, a flash of a dead Hyena's corpse passes through her mind.

'<I have a bad feeling about this.>' The queen's eyes narrow. '<No evidence of enemy infiltration. Someone in our den did this. Only question is: who?>'

Later, as the sun came down once more, the male from before noticed that the clouds once more obstructed the moon's safe glow from landing on the ground around him.

"<Hey. You.>" A deep female voice called out to him. Before he looked over at her, he had to force himself to look innocent. "<I like you, male. Give me your seed.>"

A phrase that filled him with endless joy.

"<O-okay...>" He says softly.

At the center of the den's entrances sat the queen. She laid against the large tree at the center of it all, and observed Kyle as he underwent training with Serena.

Over and over, he tried to get one good punch in, but she was just too good at blocking.

"<Too obvious.>" She said to him. In response, he tried to get a kick in, but she read that too. She grabbed his leg, and swept the one that still stood.

He hits the ground with a soft thud, and is left to look up at the sky.

"<Come on, let's try again.>" She crouches, and offers him a hand. Only, instead of looking at her hand, his eyes were fixed on her chest. They were a bit bigger than the queen's, now that he had the time to look at them."<What the hell are you looking at?>" She covers both breasts with her hands.

That's when Kyle thrusts a fist forward, much to her surprise. It was going right for her face. Only, instead of feeling the sting of defeat, she felt nothing more than a tap.

"<Are you kidding me?>" Her eyes reeked of disappointment. "<What the hell was that?>"

'<What the hell indeed...?>' The queen tilted her head in confusion.

"<Maybe you're not training him right, male lover.>" Janine steps up, hands on her hips, and looks down at Kyle. "<Stand aside. Let me show you how a real woman does it.>" She raises one of her feet, and stomps towards Kyle's head.

"Whoa!" He quickly rolls to the side, and stands.

"<Come on! Show me what you've got!>" Punch after punch finds itself landing on Kyle as he fails to defend himself. Eventually, having had enough, he fans a flame towards his stronger opponent.

"<Hey!>" She just barely dodges it. "<You do that again, and I'll kill you!>"

'<Fascinating...>' The queen smiles. She had an idea.

Another dawn, another yawn. Kyle sits up on his bed made of long, yellow grass, and stretches his muscles. Still a bit of pain, but not enough to make him recoil.

'Fuck, I slept so good...' He could feel the familiar sting of small humanoid insects on his head. No bigger than a flea, and no less annoying. On setting his own hair on fire for a split second, all of them jumped ship, and left his room. Fortunately, his hair seemed to be resilient to the flames, so he was a-ok. 'God dammit! I love Serena, but these fleas are annoying!'

His eyes snapped open at the realization of what he'd just thought.

'Like a friend. I love her like a friend.' He scratches the head that, while now free of the vermin, still felt the sting of their feast. 'Wait. Why do I need to clarify? I didn't say that out loud.'

As usual, at this time of day, he could hear the echoes of the queen's chambers. She made sure to keep his room close to hers. They haven't exchanged glances since the assassination attempt, but today was Kyle's lucky day.

"<Bitch boy! How are you?>" She strolled in like she owned the joint; because she did.

Right away, Kyle assumed a defensive position on his bed, and looked at her like she was the devil.

"<Hello.>" He responded.

"<Well, look at you!>" She placed her hands on her hips. "<You're finally making some sense now that you're speaking a real language.>" All she got in response was a confused look. "<Guess you're not quite there yet. That's alright.>"

As she got closer and closer to him, he backed up until he ran out of bed. Then, when she sat on his bed with only one leg, he raised one of his arms; as if warning her.

"<Kai-uhl.>" She asks. "<Do you hate me?>"

'What?' One of his eyes twitches. 'What the hell do you mean '<I hate you>'? Of course I fucking hate you!'

One good look at his antagonistic brown eyes, and she chuckled.

"<I shouldn't be surprised.>" She leans forward. "<Do I scare you?>"

The lean forward triggered him to unleash his flame on the hand he raised.

"<Ooh. Scary.>" Her lean forward doesn't seize. "<You gonna burn me?>"

'<What's with her? Isn't she scared?>' He found himself growing more nervous; the opposite of what was expected.

"<What's wrong?>" Her grin widened to reveal her sharp teeth. "<Do it.>" Some time went on, but neither her—or his—position changed. "<I'm right here. You hate me, right? This should be an easy decision for you.>"

"I know you're bluffing, you stupid bitch. Just get back." As much as he wanted to move his arm forward, he just couldn't.

"<Or maybe you don't have a reason this time.>" She leans forward even more. As expected his hand retracted to avoid touching her. "<You can only attack me if I do something you don't like.>" Now, she was crawling towards him on her hands and knees; her eyes were wide, yet full of joy.

'Dammit! Why?' With a groan, he extinguishes the flame, and sits there. Now, she sat next to him, and leaned in uncomfortably close. Her snout was inches from making contact with his nose.

"<Am I right? Kai-uhl?>" She ruffles his head, and was proven right when he smacked it away. As she spoke, he could feel her warm breath violate his face. "<Even though I put you through the initiation, you still can't do anything to me. Not unless I hit you right now.>"

She raised a palm, and stopped herself just short of smacking him on his cheek. Kyle, mimicking her, hovered his palm of fire near her face.

Something that he didn't expect was the face she made at this moment. It wasn't fear, concern, or even the sense of being mildly inconvenienced. She was enjoying this; maybe a little too much.

'<There they are again...>' She thinks to herself happily. '<Those eyes...>' She's reminded of the stare he gave her when he was forced to kiss her hand. That same bottomless pit of malice had finally returned. '<What do I have to do to drag you out, and make you mine?>'

"<What the hell?!>" Serena's yell echoed throughout Kyle's room. "<Kyle! What are you doing?>" She saw the look of malice in his eyes, and looked at him with concern.

"<Huh?>" Upon seeing her eyes, he extinguished his flame and looked petrified. "Serena! It's not what it looks like!" There was a momentary pause within him. 'Not what it looks like? We're not dating. What the fuck, Kyle?'

"<Glad to see you moving around, Serena.>" After getting on her feet, and dusting herself off, the queen towers menacingly near her quarter-inch shorter inferior. "<I was just leaving. Don't mind me.>" She wastes no time in walking off calmly as she wears a satisfied smile.

For some reason, Serena just can't help but look at her with skepticism.

'<What was she doing with my male?>' Her eyes immediately center. '<Patient. Male patient.>'

While Kyle and Serena enjoyed a peaceful breakfast around a campfire, Joey and the other males were in the den. Each male knelt before a female, and massaged one of their legs.

"<Oh yeah...."> A random female moaned. "<You've got magic fingers, Joey.>"

"<Thank you, ma'am.>" He didn't dare give her even a single glance. That was forbidden.

A different male's hands trail too far up a female's thighs, and that earns him a smack; he whimpered and cowered.

"<Watch those hands, male!>"

"<S-sorry ma'am!>"

Joey could only side glance them with neutrality. Internally, however, he pictured her corpse with her guts spilling out.

"<Hey.>" His female blurts out. "<Eyes on me.>"

"<Yes ma'am.>" And so his calm eyes returned to the leg he had to worship.

Breakfast time.

The females sat around outside the den. They spoke, they laughed, they cheered, and overall just enjoyed themselves.

"<Where's the damn food?>" Screamed a female. As if on queue, several males walked out of the den; a piece of meat in each of their hands. It wasn't for them, however. Every piece found its way to a female before the male was allowed to walk off.

"<Hey.>" One of the females wasn't happy. Neither was Joey; the one that had to stop. "<What the hell is this?>"

"<Is there an issue, ma'am?>" He calmly stood by her side.

"<Is there anything wrong...?>" Sarcastic laughter ensues. "<What the hell do you think?>" She dangles her piece of meat by the bone on which she held it on. "<It's torn to fuck! You expect me to eat this piece of shit!?>"

"<I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm not the one that prepared it, but->"

"<You're the one that brought it to me!>" The loud slap of her fury echoes from his head. "<Bring me a new one! I'm not eating that.>"

For a moment, the fury within him seemed to have made time stop. With every beat from his heart, he could feel an overwhelming feeling pulsate throughout his body.

Kill her.

Kill her.

Kill her.

Kill her.

Kill her.

In his fury, he pictured her with a chunk of her head bitten off; right where she slapped him. Yet, his eyes didn't change from their calm demeanor.

"<Right away, ma'am.>" He simply gave her a Japanese-style bow, and walked off.

Noon.

Joey was lucky to get away with a smack. One of his colleagues, however, wasn't so lucky.

"<Kevin!>" Joey's calm composure broke as he shook his friend. "<Talk to me! Kevin!>"

The male that laid there with a bleeding skull was unresponsive. The female that towered above them both looked as if she was the one inconvenienced.

"<It wasn't my fault.>" She shrugged. "<He was too slow, so I thought I'd give him some motivation, and...>" The sound of a fart escaped her maw.

'<That's how you describe the murder of my friend?>' The internal fury within Joey was superfluous_. '<With a fart sound?>'_ An image of the perpetrator with a bleeding skull filled Joey's mind for a split second.

"<Meh, who cares.>" Weighed in another female."<It's just a male. You know what to do with him.>" Then, his mind wondered what it would look like if a chunk of the second female's lifeless throat was missing.

But he couldn't do anything. Not now.

"<Of course, ma'am.>"

And so, he picks up his friend.

"<Just drag him. It'll be easier.>" Commented the perpetrator.

"<I'm not weak.>" A comment that elicits lustful intrigue from the females, and disgust from himself.

"<Now that's a male.>" Comments the second female. "<So submissive, yet resilient.>"

At the very least, his comment seems to have worked. The bait had been laid.

Funerals for male Hyenas weren't glamorous. There wasn't a gathering of loved ones, an exchange of kind words, or...anything, really. There was just two males: one to dig the hole, and one to drop in the hole.

Seeing his friend down there lifeless and alone filled Joey with a refusal to leave. He sat at the edge of the hole, and continued to look down at his friend.

"<It's funny. Isn't it, Kevin?>" He forces a smile on himself. "<They beat us, they use us, and then they don't even have the decency to give us a proper death.>"

As he looked around him, there didn't appear to be anything special. Underneath the ground, however, was a countless number of male bodies. Each as meaninglessly killed as the last.

"<I mean, are we really that useless in the grand scheme of things? Do our lives have such little meaning that we can just be discarded like a bone stripped of meat?>" He shakes his head. "<You didn't deserve to die like this. You were the kindest, strongest, bravest male I'd ever known. And yet, your death was treated like a minor incident.>" He scoffed. "<What a fucking joke.>"

It was times like these, where he faces death head on, that made life all that much more enjoyable. The breeze that tickled his fur had never felt so good. The warm embrace of the sun felt like the love his mother had given him long ago. Even the grass between the toes that weren't dangling off the edge of the hole felt oddly enjoyable.

"<If it were up to me, those heartless cunts would be giving us massages; serving us meat; pleasuring us on demand. But...I know that our world doesn't work like that.>" He shakes his head once more. "<That's why I'm gonna kill them all. Not just our den, but every den I can find. Not just for you, but for all of our brethren; past, present, and future.>" He stands, a handful of dirt in his hands. "<After I'm done, I'll bring you a souvenir. Do you prefer the skull of the heartless bitch that killed you, or are you more of a spine kind of Hyena?>" One by one, handfuls of dirt hide away his friend as he eyes the woman that took him away. She met his gaze, and returned a wink and a lick. "<Ah, what the hell. I'll bring you both.>"

"Ok...<here goes>..." Fist ready, Kyle stands a few feet away from a newly constructed campfire. Serena, and other Hyenas, watch with anticipation.

Fist forward, and success! The campfire roars with a victorious flame for Kyle.

"<Yes!>" He couldn't help but raise his fists in excitement, only to accidentally scorch one of the limbs of the tree above him. "<Oh shit.>"

Fortunately, Janine was quick to run up the side of the tree, and kick the limb off.

"Whoa!" He was unsure of whether he should be amazed by her speed, or afraid of the thick limb she just effortlessly severed from the tree. It had to have been as thick as his arm, at the very least.

When Janine does land, she does so gracefully.

'<Wait...>' He rubs his eyes, but he wasn't seeing things. '<Is that...lightning?>' Little flashes of turquoise appeared all over her fur. Some on her legs; some on her arms; some everywhere. '<This means they've all been holding back so far.>' A revelation that made him feel nauseated, and light headed.

He didn't know why, but he just had to look for the queen. Her eyes were already on him, and she used this moment of his attention to return a wink. It was as if she was telling him "That's right. I can do that too."

Just when he thought the pecking order had shifted in his favor, he was back to feeling last place.

Initially, what made his body scream "danger" turned out to be comfort: Serena's hand on his shoulder, and strong—but reassuring—brown eyes that said "It'll be ok."

No words were exchanged; just nods. What he wasn't conscious of is that he didn't realize she could power herself up as well. At least, not in that moment.

"<Hey, Serena!>" Screamed Janine, no longer coated in lightning streaks. "<Keep that male on a leash. He's too dangerous to be left alone.>"

"<Don't worry, guard lady.>" Chimed in a young female. "<I've got a leash between my thighs with his name on it.>" If Kyle had to guess, based on how humans age, she looked to be roughly 14-16 years old. As she currently stood, she was roughly at the height of Serena's shoulders.

"<You're barking up the wrong tree, little girl.>" Serena defensively steps between Kyle, and her.

"<Out of the way, you. This is between me, and him.>" Her eyes were fixed on him like he was prey. "<You can't hog a male for yourself. That's the law.>"

Still, Serena didn't move.

"<Serena...>" The queen herself made her way over to the source of controversy. "<You know the law. Females are entitled to the seed of any male they desire.>"

"<But->"

"<But what?>" The taller Hyena moves forward until her snout is inches away from Serena's. "<Do you have an issue with the law?>" The queen herself puts on a show with her own display of lightning streaks. Unlike Janine's, however, the queen sported thicker streaks of yellow.

Judging from the intense look in her eyes, Kyle knew something big was about to go down. As to what it was, he wasn't exactly sure.

"<N-no...>" The flat ears of defeat took over Serena's head. "<Sorry, my queen...>" With a heavy heart, she steps out of the way, much to the satisfaction of the younger female.

"<Thanks, queenie!>" She says.

"<Don't push your luck, kid.>" Her intense stare snaps to the younger one. "<You call me that again, and I'll feed you your ass cheeks. Got it?>"

"<Y-yes, my queen...>" She even added in a bow in an attempt to appease the superior Hyena.

She was filled with relief when the queen's streaks disappeared.

"<That's better.>" The queen taps the younger female's shoulder. "<Now go get 'em.>" She says, stepping aside.

"<You don't gotta tell me twice.>" Slowly, she steps up to the being of similar height until her snout almost touches his nose. "<Hi.>"

"Uh..." With every step he took back, she moved forward. "<I help you?>"

"<Yeah, you help me.>" She mimicked. They backed up until Kyle could back up no more; the tree got in his way. Then, in a move that filled him with disgust, the younger Hyena pushed herself against him, and sniffed his neck.

"<Uh...me no like...>" It was as if his stiff, and uncomfortable, movements only added to the younger female's arousal.

The only thing worse than getting violated by a pubescent powerhouse? Getting violated by a pubescent powerhouse while others watched. Serena's gaze seemed to hurt him the most.

"<Well, I do like. I like a lot.>" It was the lick she gave his cheek that finally gave him the courage to slip away.

"<Hey! No! No..uh...> none of that!" A fire was building in his eyes once more; a fire that only the queen seemed to notice. The younger female, however, could feel irritation rooting itself into her soul.

"<No? What do you mean no!?>" Immediately, she was coated in the same lightning as Janine. No time was wasted; while she wasn't so fast that he couldn't make out her movements, he was much too slow to avoid her charge. He was forced onto his back, a tight grip on his neck.

"<I...say...no...!>" He squirmed, pushed, and resisted, but it was futile. He was no match for her superior strength.

"<Here's what's gonna happen.>" She watched as he gripped her wrist in a last ditch effort to free himself; no luck, of course. Her muscular forearm was even more rigid than a metal pipe. "<I'm gonna drag you into those bushes behind us, and I'm gonna ride you until you cum for me. And the more you resist...>" She punches him in the face; a move that lit a fire in Kyle's soul. "<...the more I'm gonna beat the crap out of you!>"

He was hesitant to hurt a minor, but the punch made it very easy to set her wrist on fire. Sure enough, that got her off of him.

Even after he'd stood and recovered from coughing triggered by the choke. he was petty enough to let her burn for a few more seconds. Then, raising a palm, he pauses.

'Wait.' If he extinguished her flame, she would definitely attack him again. Serena was in no condition to defend him, the queen would probably do nothing, and the other Hyenas had no incentive to protect him. He just saw that his strength was no match for hers, so he would definitely die. His only option was to let her burn to death; an option that he desperately tried to think of an alternative to.

Reluctantly, he ultimately decided to extinguish the flames. She was left in a condition that left her immobile, which bought him time to think of a way out of her impending revenge.

"<Kylie!>" An older female, presumably her mother, rushed to the younger female's side once the flames had gone out. "<Oh my god! My little girl!>"

'<Why did he do that?>' Thought the queen to herself. '<She violated him, and harmed him, yet he still showed weakness.>' With her fingers to her chin, she shook her head. '<The more I learn about you, the more you confuse me, Kai-uhl.>'

Later, in the safety of the den, Kylie's charred body laid on her bed. Her mother, worried sick, just couldn't find it in herself to fall asleep. It was very dark, to the point where only their specialized eyes could make out the surroundings, so the sun had gone down long ago.

"<I'll be back, sweetie.>" Kylie's mother made her way out of her room. "<Momma's gotta take a piss.>"

From her room, the sounds of her mother's footsteps eventually faded into nothingness. That's when Joey decided to slip in, and pay Kylie a little visit.

A bit earlier, on the night of Joey's little visit, Kyle was met with a recommendation he just couldn't believe.

"<Uh...repeat?>" He asked. Before him was the queen, Serena, and Janine, all towering over him.

"<I said...>" The queen started. To compensate for Kyle's lack of linguistics, she went very, very slow. "<You...roommate...or...probably...die...>"

"<I'm out.>" Janine fired out immediately. "<No way am I letting him anywhere near me. Especially when I'm sleeping.>"

"<Well...>" A blushing Serena began, her eyes away from the group, and her body language a nervous wreck. "<If it's really needed for safety reasons, I guess I could...you know...just until he's strong enough to be on his own...>"

"<Nonsense! You're still in recovery!>" The queen pats her on the shoulder. "<I'll take one for the team. You've suffered enough.>"

"<Nah! It's fine! I'm good enough to fight now!>" She beats her core like a bongo drum; and while she won't admit it, it hurt like hell. Deep down, however, she really opposed the idea of Kyle spending the night with the queen, so she bared it. "<See?>"

'<She's a terrible liar.>' The queen noticed a slight flattening to Serena's ears when she did that. "<Better safe than sorry. I can't subjugate a corpse, Serena.>" She ruffles Kyle's hair, much to his disapproving swat.

"<If we were going by 'better safe than sorry', then wouldn't it make more sense to keep him with me? I mean, what if he tries to burn you again?>"

"<And he won't try to burn you?>"

"<Nah! We're close!>" She wraps an arm around him, and pulls him close. Now, with her massive glands caressing his face, he couldn't help but blush; a sign that the queen has learned to associate with arousal.

'<Human males love tits? Good to know.>' The queen made sure to make a mental note of that.

"<See! He ain't doin nothin!>" She looked down at Kyle; sure enough, no resistance from him.

It wasn't until this moment when Kyle realized just how deprived he was of physical contact. Before, he was worried about survival, so any non-violent contact was negligible. Now that there was this moment of peaceful contact, his touch starvation came out of hiding. The warmth of another woman, the fuzzy, blanket-like sensation of her hug, the sense of security that came with her embrace, and especially the soft squeeze of her boobs as they forced his brain to shoot out wave after wave of oxytocin.

He was putty in Serena's hands, and she had no idea. The queen did, however, and she couldn't be more happy about this revelation.

'<Man. He's not even here, is he?>' She couldn't help but chuckle. "<Alright, fine. He can stay with you. Just don't break him, alright?>"

"<I'm not gonna do anything with him!>"

"<Yeah, we'll see about that.>"

At this time of day, the inside of the den is pitch black. The only way Kyle can make his way through is with the light of the fire he held on his right hand.

'I wonder if they can make their way out at this hour without a light.' Kyle thinks to himself. Unlike his room, which was located near the exit, hers required several more paths and turns to find. Eventually, however, she stops by a particular room.

"<Well, we're here...>" There was uncertainty in her voice. '<Oh god, I'm gonna have a male in my room! This feels so wrong...>'

'I can't believe I'm finally gonna see a girl's room.>' A curious, yet excited, tone invaded his mind. 'Is it supposed to feel this dirty? Kind of like we're gonna...' He blushed, and cut off his thoughts right there.

He waits for her to step in before he does; it just felt right. Looking around, her hemisphere of a room wasn't much different from his. There was the singular bed made of mud and dried grass, and it also contained furniture made of stone: a cylindrical table, and two large stones in the shape of an L; chairs, he presumed.

It wasn't until he did a double take on the bed that the situation really sank in: there was only one bed, and he was going to share it with her.

'Calm down, Kyle...' His intensifying heartbeat disagreed. 'You've laid with a woman before. Serena's not even human, so this should be easzzzzzz...'

His mind turned into mashed potatoes when Serena's hands began to pull at her top. The upward tug of her breasts kept Kyle in anticipation as her large umber areolas slowly revealed themselves. They teased him, slowing the progress of her shirt as it reached her nipples.

It was right there. Just a little more. The fact that it slowed just frustrated Kyle's endocrine system; it was unbearable to the point where his breathing had seized.

Finally, with the upward snap of her top, her large breasts drop and bounce.

There were no thoughts in his head. Every inch of his brain was focused on the alluring chest of the being before him.

He could feel waves of pleasurable motivation pulsate from his brain every time his heart rang. His entire body became ensnared in this warmth; his legs began to move forward on their own, even as a tiny bastion of hesitancy held its ground in his head.

Now, standing so close to each other, neither utters a word. Hearing the heart of a smaller male triggered something within Serena; while still nervous, her body knew just what to do. She grabs him by his free wrist, and allows her lust to guide him to her bed. Her grip, unlike before, was gentle.

He didn't know what to focus on: the sway of her breasts, or the dance of her hips. Either way, he allowed himself to be taken by the current; wherever it flows.

Her instincts weren't the only ones kicking in, however. As they made their way to her bed, his mind took some creative liberties; all of which involved him on top. In addition, he could feel the hunger from his hands; they so desperately wanted to know what she felt like up close and personal.

As they stood right next to her bed, she released his wrist, and both beings were left to look at each other in silence once more.

Without asking, Kyle's free hand met her furry waist, and slid with care until it made contact with the top of her skirt. While extremely thick, and not very smooth, his hand relished each and every one of the hairs that brushed against his skin.

She didn't seem to mind his initiative; in fact, her rough palm pads met the back of his smooth hand. Her eyes, however, snapped to the flame on his other hand.

Slowly, her other hand moved to hover over it. She slowly lowers it, moving it towards the flame, which forces Kyle to make it smaller, and smaller.

They stare at each other as the room slowly becomes dimmer, and dimmer. One could practically feel the intense desire to pounce coming from the other. Their breathing intensified; their hearts became louder; their grip on each other slowly grew stronger.

Finally, their hands make contact, and any civility within them had disappeared with the light.

Life for Kyle was so much different six months ago. He laid in bed, with his black girlfriend Alex, and all was calm.

His waist nuzzled against her butt, and his right arm protected her from above. He wanted to make sure no harm came to her; even in unconsciousness.

To him, she was everything; the kindest, sweetest woman he'd ever known. To separate from her warmth, and baby smooth skin, was an offense to his sense of touch.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. Upon seeing that his beloved was still in his arms, he just couldn't help but smile.

There she was, black locs and all. Rings of gold surrounded each black tube of hair, which to Kyle, made her look like royalty.

He leaned on the arm that wasn't over her, but only for a moment. Sure enough, she looked at peace; a sight he relished.

'If only you'd look this peaceful all the time.' Her aggressive father came to mind: overweight, six feet tall, balding, and a filthy drunk. Every time he laid eyes on him, or even so much as thought of him, violent impulses swept through his nervous system.

He decides to lay back down; disturbing the peaceful beauty before him was not allowed, but it was too late. His bad mood must have woken her up. With a sharp inhale, and a turn of her nude body, her brown doe eyes slowly fluttered open.

There he was. Her favorite piece of white chocolate, and the short brown hair that she made messy. She'd never admit it to him, but his hair always intrigued her. Soft and gentle, just like her favorite qualities about him.

"Hey, you." She whispers with a smile from her shiny brown lips, the sandman still maintaining some control over her vocal cords.

"Hey." It felt almost instinctual to exchange a kiss with her. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah." Her own hand slid towards his, and relished in the sensation of his fingers as they slid between hers.

Despite the contrast in the color of their skin, neither one felt out of place. Both of them found the contrast endearing; a sign of their bond's strength.

'God, I love you so much.' He never wanted this moment to end. It was peaceful.

It was perfect.

Now, things are different.

The first thing he noticed, even before he'd opened his eyes, was the echo of Serena's powerful snore as it bounced around the room.

His eyes go from fluttery to wide when he sees the large, naked breasts of his lover: soft, brown, and furry. Unlike the fur on her waist, the fur on her chest had a softness that made rug burn impossible; almost like it was made to hold his face in comfort. The more he buried his face, the smoother the fur became.

The sensation matched last night; only this time, he could see the large brown pillows of comfort as his face hungrily nuzzled against them.

Even in unconsciousness, Serena kept a tight leash on Kyle. He wasn't going anywhere; not until she woke up. The strong arm that laid on him, and the thick leg that half-straddled him, was to make sure of that.

He was like her person body pillow; not like he minded. Furry titties in the morning was definitely something he could get used to. The only downside is that her embrace constricts with every one of his movements.

There was something she was mumbling, which he could barely make out. It was only when Kyle moved, and when she secured him even closer, that she repeats herself.

"...<mine>..."

If it meant this moment never ended, he was more than glad to be hers.

Of course, this peace didn't last forever.

She did eventually stir awake, and sit up. Eyes still closed, she raises her arms, and the lats on her strong spotted back clench as she stretches.

Her arms drop, and when they make contact with Kyle, her eyes open wide and dart for the source of contact.

"<Shit!>" She shifts away from him somewhat, and collects herself. "<Oh, right. We...>"

Kyle sits up with her, and shares a blush with her.

"<Morning...>" Says Kyle.

"<Morning...>"

Now, with the light of the sun making its way into Serena's room, the two lovers got a good look at the source of the other's pleasure.

Neither one knew what to say. They were frozen by a mix of embarrassment, and memories from last night.

"<Gooood morning!>" There she was; the queen; and, she had the biggest grin on her maw. "<You two sleep well?>"

All she got in response was the look of petrifaction from both Kyle and Serena. Only Kyle seemed to have cared enough to cover his privates, however.

"<G-good morning, my queen...>" Serena avoided her gaze.

"<Aw, cut that shit out. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist his man meat.>" She invited herself on the bed, and sat right next to Serena. "<Sooo, spill it. How was he? Any different than a Hyena male? Did he cum inside you?>"

Serena's lack of words, and eye contact, told the all she needed to know.

"<Oh my god, you dirty bitch!>" A playful shove was delivered on Serena's shoulder. While playful to them both, it triggered Kyle's desire to rise, and throw a fire punch at the queen. "<Hey! Hey! Whoa there!>" She angrily stares at the man that stood between her, and Serena. "<A little too wound up today, are we Kail-uhl?>"

"<Leave alone.>" His arm of fire raises to further shield Serena from the queen.

"<Kyle!>" Shouted Serena. "<What the hell are you doing?>"

"<Huh?>" He glances back at Serena, and kneels. "<What wrong?>"

"<She's not hurting me! No hurt!>"

"<No hurt?>"

"<No hurt. Now stop embarrassing me.>"

As the two bickered, the queen was noting things in her mind.

'<Mating must mean something else to sky dwellers. He seems to be way more attached to her now; even willing to fight me despite knowing I can destroy his ass before he can fry mine.>' The queen's chuckling stopped the conversation that the two lovers were having. "<I'll tell you what, Serena. I'll keep my mouth shut about a male defending you, and you tell me all about last night. That's not a deal; it's an order.>"

"<Uh-ye-yes my queen! Thank you! I'll be right behind you!>"

Kyle wasn't so grateful; his hostile eyes glued on the queen.

"<Easy, Kyle.>" Serena's loving grip pulled at his arm. "<No hurt.>"

With a reluctant grumble, Kyle sits; but he doesn't take his eyes off of the queen.

"<Alright, then.>" The queen takes her leave, and valuable information. '<So defensive. He's got the heart of a female Hyena, that's for sure.>'

Now, the two lovers were left alone once more.

"<...I should get up.>" One of her legs presses down on her bed, and up she goes. The muscles that flexed certainly caught Kyle's curious eyes.

'I still can't believe I had sex with...her.' The fact that she wasn't even human still left him conflicted. But, with every movement she made, that conflict slowly died.

She steps down from her bed, and the jiggle of her big furry butt called to him.

Touch me.

'<Where did I leave my...ah!>' Clothes spotted. With every step, her butt continued to taunt him.

Come here.

Fuck me.

Cum in me again.

She can hear his bare feet touch the floor, but thinks nothing of it. It's not until she bends over to pick up her skirt that she feels the warmth of his hands brush against her hips.

There he was; standing right behind her. And she could see that he was ready for round 5.

He'd stop himself if she said no, but she had no intention of doing that. She consented the moment she felt his touch, and his hungry eyes could see it in hers.

For the first time in ages, the queen could barely contain herself. As she navigates the maze-like structure of the den, surrounding Hyenas look shocked at something unusual.

Her tail was wagging.

Every time someone passed her, they felt an overwhelming impulse to do a double take. Surely they must have been seeing things. The queen's tail never wagged!

Until now.

'<Holy shit I can't believe my plan's actually working!>' Her throat failed to suppress her child-like giggling.

Once more, something that startled her subjects. If there was a mother with children, she forced them to pick up the pace.

'<It's only a matter of time before the light of destruction is mine.>' The rough pads on her right hand rub over her strong furry core. '<It's just a shame that...she...has control of him.>' And lifeless went her tail when Serena came to mind. '<For now.>'

She arrives at her quarters. Several guards were in the room, including two that walked alongside the queen for protection, and all of them take a bow as she takes her seat.

Legs crossed, she brings her fingers together, and looks down at her subjects.

"<All of you need to get the hell out. Now.>" Her commanding brown eyes snap to the two guards that followed her. "<That includes you two.>"

Without uttering a word, all of the guards take their bow, and leave the room one by one. The two guards, however, stood by the door; much to the queen's displeasure.

No words were thrown their way; the queen merely sent them away with the wave of a hand.

'<Alright, Serena. Your time to shine.>' Her tail was going crazy as she sat there. '<Come and tell mama what you've learned about the sky dweller.>'

Little did she know, that would take a while.

Any time a random Hyena walked past Serena's room, they swore they could hear heavy breathing: one mouth open, and one closed.

A curious male decided to take a peek; though he immediately wished he didn't.

'<HAAAaoly shit!>' As quick as he peaked, he snapped back out of their view. '<He was-she-oh my god!>' Forget his cheeks; his entire head was like a ball of cotton with how it puffed up in a blush.

"<What's up with you, male?>" The random female's mouth was immediately gripped shut by the male.

He could see that she was on the verge of kicking his ass with how pissed she looked, yet he held a finger up to his muzzle—as if telling her to shut up--and tilted his head towards Serena's room.

'<If he's willing to risk an ass-kicking with a stunt like this, then whatever this is must be big.>' Curiously, she decided to obey the male; just this once. Of course, she smacked his arm away before taking a peek.

Immediately, her brown eyes went wide.

'<Oh...my god...>'

Have you ever seen something that was so horrible, yet hard to look away from? That's how she felt.

She was lucky that Kyle's white back was to her as he topped Serena. She could watch them while remaining undetected.

Of course, with Hyena culture's emphasis on female supremacy, the sight of Kyle on top of Serena was practically a sin.

Moreso at the fact that he was gripping her muzzle shut with his right hand.

She'd seen enough; with a slow withdrawal, she turned to face the male. The words '<what do we do>' were mouthed quietly to the female, who simply shrugged and responded with '<I don't fucking know>'.

The female quietly tip toes away with the male mimicking her from behind.

Back in the queen's chambers, the queen waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Yet her spy remained nowhere to be soon.

'<Where the fuck are they? They better not be fucking ag->' She facepalms. '<They're fucking again.>' She groans, and crosses her arms. '<Just how long are they gonna keep us waiting?>'

Her angry eyes snap to you.

Let's pretend, for a moment, that Kyle was the only human on this alien planet. No ever-approaching guards; no scientists; no search party of any kind.

For months, the queen has been trying to force Kyle to submit. She'd beat his disobedience, reward his compliance, and pit his own psychology against him.

It seemed like day in, and day out, he was no closer to subjugation than the day before.

A withered Kyle laid almost lifelessly in his room within the den. He'd lost so much weight that he was unrecognizable; the only hints loved ones had was his longer brown hair, and unkempt beard.

There was no joy in brown his eyes. No grief; no sorrow; no longing.

There was nothing.

"<You confuse me.>" There stood the queen; proud, and strong, with one hand to her hips. "<You'd rather suffer than serve under me. Why?>" She kneels before the weakened man. "<Is your life really worth this...this...I can't even call it resistance.>"

His eyes snap down to the waterskin in her hands; a gesture not lost on the queen.

"<Sky dweller or not, you're still a living being. I know you want this. No, you need this.>" She shakes the life saving liquid just inches from his face. "<You must be dying of thirst right now. Literally.>"

She watches as the weakened husk of a man struggles to raise his arms; shaky, yet not enough in the tank to lift them.

"<Yeah. You really want this, huh?>" She teases his lips with the tear of the water skin. Any time he tried to latch on with his chapped lips, the queen pulled it just out of reach. "<You surrender. Say it. Say that you surrender, and I'll give you as much as you can drink.>"

His eyes snapped back and forth between her own eyes, and the water skin. There was internal conflict; even when he was near death.

She sighs, and stands.

"<Suit yourself.>" She stands, and begins to walk off; however, she makes sure that the little waterskin announces just how much water was in it.

Slosh. Slosh. Slosh.

The quieter the sloshing, the more anxious Kyle grew. It felt like he'd been holding in his breath for far too long, and his body was screaming at him to inhale.

Then, just before she set foot outside of his room, the queen heard the words she most wanted to hear.

"<...I surrender...>" Says Kyle, weak and breathy. "<...for the love of> god <I surrender...>"

She ignored the humanspeak, and turned around slowly.

"<What was that? I don't think I heard you right.>"

"<I said I surrender...>" Of course, he was only saying this to save his own hide. The queen knew this, but she couldn't help but reveal her sharp fangs in a toothy grin.

The wall was beginning to crack.

Without uttering a word, the queen kneels in front of him once more, coats the waterskin's teet with her saliva, then pops it into his mouth.

Not like he cared about the alien spit at this moment. His mouth hungrily drained whatever liquids it could find.

"<That's it, bitch boy. Drink up.>" Every gulp that followed signaled her small, yet significant, victory.

But the war was far from over.

A few days later, he was up and about. He was determined to make her pound sand.

"<Come to me, my pet.>"

'Pet?' What was initially fury at his degrading nickname slowly transformed into anxiety. 'I'm not your pet you stupid bitch.'

"<Now, my pet.>" Her displeasure was made apparent with the look she shot him; a look that only amplified the anxiety within him.

'Fuck you...' He swore that the room was beginning to spin. Malnutrition? No. That wouldn't explain the shortness of breath that accompanied the spinning. No matter how much air he got, it never felt like enough.

"<That's it->"

"<No! I'm coming!>" He'd never moved so fast in his life."<I'm here! See?>"

The wideness in his fearful eyes forced a small smile out of her.

"<Good boy.>" She ruffles his hair expecting him to smack it away once more.

Only this time, his arms didn't move. He was too afraid to move them. Not only that, but her touch and praise helped to calm him down a bit.

'What's going on?' Only the realization of his greatest fear.

Her methods were working.

Living beings have a simple system for survival. If a task brings you pain, your body learns to avoid doing it. Even if you know that you want to do it, your body will do everything it can to stop you.

On the other hand, if a task brings you pleasure, your body will do everything it can to get you to repeat it.

It was a system that the bodies of Kyle's ancestors used to keep their hosts alive.

If someone knows how to exploit it, however, it can become a useful tool for manipulation.

"<If you do a good job, I'll let you sleep in my bed.>" The very bed they currently sat on.

'Trying to tempt me now, she-demon?' His mind shuts off when he sees her hands grip at the sides of her top.

Even if he did hate her, he couldn't turn his instincts off. He sat there, and carefully watched as more and more of her big chest revealed itself from underneath her tight fitting top. It slowed when it approached her brown areolas; but once her top snapped past them, her large personalities bounced in freedom.

It wasn't until the queen let out a hearty laugh that Kyle snapped out of his aroused trance.

"<See something you like, my pet?>" Just to tease him, she leaned forward a bit. They were so close that he swore he could feel their warmth near his own chest.

"I...uh...you..." He was trying very hard to maintain eye contact, but it was no good. Especially when she began to sway them.

'<Aww. He's panicking.>' His reversion to English told her all she needed to know. "<Remember: massage first. Titties after.>" She turns her back to him. For a moment, she swore she could hear what sounded like grumbling.

'You son of a bitch...' His hands angrily grip at her muscular shoulders. 'You're gonna regret turning your back to me.'

His intention was obvious: burn her to a crisp. She looked calmly at one of his hands; it was as if she was waiting for him to do it.

Or maybe, she knew he wouldn't.

'And here I go...' All he did was increase his grip. 'I have her in my hands! All I have to do is...!' Nothing, much to his frustration.

"<What's the hold up? Start rubbing!>"

Once the order was given, the fear of disobeying her was too much for his body to resist.

'I hate myself...' Yet he just couldn't do it. He couldn't disobey her.

He couldn't kill her. His body forbade it.

Soon, just as promised, he laid alongside the queen for the night. They both wore no clothes; the queen made sure of that.

Even their positions were carefully considered. There was Kyle, of course, who was possessively surrounded by the queen's muscular arms.

Then, there was his head, which rested close to her soft brown personalities; right in her cleavage, and just the perfect place for her black snout to rest on.

Being held so close, their torsos were inseparable. Every inch of his was filled with the warm, fuzzy embrace of the queen's.

Finally, to seal the deal, she straddles his legs with one of her watermelon crushers. He wasn't going anywhere.

"<Still hate me?>" Regardless of what answer he gave, the hard-on that throbbed against her baby maker told her all she needed to know.

'I shouldn't be liking this.' He wanted to feel ashamed, but all he could feel was the queen. Her warmth; her softness; her embrace; her protection; he relished all of it from the bottom of his heart. 'But I guess it beats getting the shit beaten out of me...' With every soothing beat from the so-called she-demon's heart, he could feel exhaustion creeping in more and more.. 'Yeah...no harm in enjoying this, right? Just this once...?'

'<That's it, my pet.>' She strokes his head gently as his eyes slowly give way to the sandman. '<Surrender to me.>'

After that night, things were never the same.

When he awoke, he was able to see just what was restraining him. Her soft, fuzzy chest; her strong core; the watermelon crushers that he just couldn't help but slide a hand over; it was all visible to him now, unlike last night.

"<Good morning~>" The queen says soft, and cheerfully; the sudden noise forced a violent twitch out of him. "<Soft, aren't they?>" He looked up, and there she was; the eyes that he'd learned to associate with the lowest level of hell, and they looked at him like he was just her play thing.

Hell, he was her play thing. He was doing nothing to stop this moment. Deep down, he knew he liked it.

"<Sorry...>"

"<Don't apologize! You were just worshiping a real woman. Nothing wrong with that!>" She separates herself from him, much to his internal disappointment.

'Thank fuck. I'm free.' For someone so happy to be free of her grasp, he was hard as a rock.

"<But now's the time for training. Worshiping can come later. Now...where'd I put my...aha!>" As she made her way to her zebra print skirt, she chose to walk in a way that maximized hip sway. Then, for the icing on the cake, when she bent over to pick up her skirt, she made sure to aim her large butt right at Kyle. She even wagged her tail gently; just to make sure she had his attention.

And she did. Even if he'd never seen this kind of flirting technique before, he understood the message.

Come fuck me.

'I don't think so.' He tried to look away, but failed over, and over, and over...

There was a small moment Janine could recall not long after that night. Kyle and her highness were warming up, in preparation for another training session, and Kyle kept her brown digitigrade feet grounded as she did sit-ups.

"<Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen.>" Normally, her swaying chest was the star of the show, but now his eyes began to drift lower, and lower, and lower, until they stop between her thighs; something not lost on Janine.

"<Eyes forward, male!>" Sure enough, her shout re-focused Kyle on the queen's eyes.

"<Sorry!>" His face was flushed. 'Was I really just creeping on the devil? What's wrong with me?'

On her next sit-up, the queen momentarily paused, and gave him a wink. A surge of arousal, and happiness, invaded his body for just a tiny moment; and he hated it.

"Uh...<nineteen>..." He wished he could look away; his shame was too much.

But the queen didn't stop there. She just had to capitalize on his newfound interest.

"<I'm gonna need your help for this next one, too.>" She rested on her right elbow, and pats the open space in front of her. "<When I lift my leg, I need you to hug it, and lean towards me.>"

"<But wouldn't we be->" The shade of red that entertained the queen had once again painted itself on his face. 'We'd be fucking if we didn't have clothes on.'

"_<_Janine, keep an eye out.>" Her tone was super low when she spit that command out.

Sensing what was about to happen, Janine's face puffed up as she took her bow.

"_<_Y-yes, my queen...>" She was out of there before she could hear another word.

"<You, come.>" The queen didn't even need to say that. Kyle had made his way to her with the glare in her eyes alone.

She lifts the leg she wasn't leaning on, and Kyle hesitates before slowly inching his fingers towards her lower thighs.

Right away, his eyes snapped down to her now exposed lips; but just for a quick moment. He'd hoped the queen didn't notice.

"<Oh, you're right...>" She shooed him away, and stood. "<These are getting in the way. Take 'em off.>"

'You little...' Still kneeling, he gripped the sides of her skirt harder than he wanted. That feeling of suffocation had returned, but this felt different in a way he couldn't pin down.

Slowly, the skirt makes its way down her brown, fuzzy legs with a very quiet sound; the sound of her fur rubbing against the skirt.

As more and more of her large, toned butt revealed itself to him, he could feel himself salivate. All he wanted to do was press his face against it, but he refused; just because it belonged to the queen.

"<What's the hold-up?>" She bent over to look at him between her legs. This new position of hers, which better revealed herself to him, only made resistance much harder; and in turn, this feeling of suffocation worse.

'Fuck...' He clenches his teeth, and exhales in audible frustration.

'<How much longer can you hold out, Kyle?>' Just as her skirt touches the ground, she stands, and turns around. "<Now that I think about it, your skirt might hinder your movements too.>"

This new look of hers was different. It was hunger; deep, malicious, and targeting him.

Right away, he gripped his skirt defensively.

"<Take it off.>" Her cheeky smile had disappeared. '<This ends now.>'

Janine had the misfortune of listening to all of this as it transpired. In short, she was cringing. Hard.

"<Oh, hello there~>" Cheerfully uttered the queen.

"<I->"

"<Oh, don't cover it up! It's only natural to be like this, don't you think?>"

"<I guess...>"

"<Now, where were we? Oh, right!>"

'<Oh god...>' Janine's ears rested perfectly flat on her head. '<Why do I have to be here for this?>'

"_<_Having trouble focusing, my pet?>"

"<N-No...>" He could feel his body fight him for control with every beat of his rapid heart.

Fuck her.

Fuck her.

Fuck her.

Fuck her.

Fuck her.

.

.

.

"<You wanna fuck me, don't ya?>" She hungered for him too; he could tell from the calm, yet insisting, look in her eyes. "<There's nothing between us now, Kyle. All you have to do now...>" With her free hand, she gently wrapped her fingers around him, and guided him to the spot he most desired. "<...is lean forward.>"

Any resistance within him had evaporated when he felt the tip rub against her. The queen, however, quickly stopped his thrust with a hand to his abs.

"<Ah ah ah...not so fast, my pet.>" Her pointed teeth revealed themselves in a malicious grin. The look of desperation on his face was delicious to the queen. "<If you want me, then repeat after me: I'm yours.>"

Back with Janine, she couldn't help but cover her eyes with one of her hands.

'Someone please kill me...I don't want to hear this...' But she was, and she will.

His suffocation had become unbearable. If he didn't give in, it felt like he was going to explode.

"<I'm yours...>"

"<What was that? I can't hear you.>"

"<I'm yours...!>"

"<Damn right you a->" The queen's ecstatic inhale cursed Janine's ears, along with a very long 'oh' noise, and the sound of skin hungrily slapping against fur. "<...say it again...>"

"<I'm yours...>"

"<Again!>"

"<I'm yours!>"

Game, set, and match. The last of Kyle's resistance died with every thrust, until eventually, it was completely emptied into the queen.

Fire was officially hers to command.

Now, with Kyle happily under her foot, she nurtured his fire ability until she felt it was ready.

For what? Control of the grasslands, of course.

No other land carnivore could counter fire. It was an unstoppable force to many in the grasslands.

First went the Lions; their greatest threat. Even one female alone, the weaker of the genders, could take on ten female Hyenas. They were a powerhouse that had to be snuffed out.

With the now highly-muscular Kyle, driving them out was trivial. All he had to do was hover above them all, like a human rocket, and throw down fireball after fireball to as many groups as he could. Combined with the lines of fire he forged with the tall yellow grass, it created blinding confusion on the ground. This allowed the Hyenas—who had been training to fight in these conditions—to swoop in, and effortlessly execute their enemies.

Then, went the Canis; a species of anthropomorphic canines that closely resembled African Wild Dogs. Then, the Cheetahs, Leopards, Jackals, Foxes...

If it directly competes with them, it was in the path of the queen's march to the sea.

The grasslands were almost unrecognizable by the end of the conflict. Not only had the once-numerous carnivores vanished, but the grasslands were half-black from all of the scorching.

Even so, the queen admired her work as she, and many more Hyenas, marched towards a certain hill; one of the shorter hills in the region, but big enough to catch the attention of all within eyeshot.

All that the surrounding herbivores, and smaller carnivores, could do was watch.

The Hyenas in the area numbered much more than those in the den. This was the culmination of every den in the area; hers, and those that had surrendered in the power struggle that followed the Hyena-made extinctions.

There was an initial struggle to climb the hill, with the queen's baby bump getting in the way, but Kyle was more than eager to support her all the way to the top.

"<Careful now...>" His eyes carefully scanned her, watching for any imbalance or struggle.

"<I'm fine, I'm fine...>" Yet she couldn't help but feel a little touched at his concern.

Ever since he found out she was pregnant with his child, he's been clingy. A fact she wished she'd known much sooner.

Eventually, they did reach the top, and the queen looked down at the large mass of Hyenas. It was almost hard to believe that they were all hers to command.

"<Kneel before your queen!>" She echoes throughout the area. Like a sea, the crowd of Hyenas follows her instruction, row by row. '<Whoa...>' Having such an effect on so many was surreal. If it weren't for her subjugation of a fire wielding alien, this would be the best feeling she's ever had.

The only ones still standing were the herbivores, the Hyenas on top of the hill, and Kyle.

"<Torch those Zebras over there, my pet. I need an example.>"

On queue, Kyle raised his right arm, and created what looked like the sun to those nearby. Then, with the twitch of a finger, it quickly screeches towards a cluster of Zebras until it explodes on contact; like a little nuke.

Even her own kind looked back at the screaming masses in horror.

"<I told you to kneel!>"

Sure enough, that got the message across to the other species. One by one, they bent the knee to the woman that saw them as nothing more than food.

Now, with the grasslands quiet, the queen begins her speech.

My name is Harriet Lovelace II; daughter of Harriet Lovelace I!

For generations, my kind has had to compete with the likes of the Lions, the Cheetahs, and countless other nuisances!

That time is over! The aforementioned beings are no more because I have declared it!

Next to me is my pet! His name is irrelevant!

He came to me from the heavens exactly one year ago! For six long months, he made the foolish mistake of resisting my will! But eventually, he saw to reason, and pledged his allegiance to me!

Now, there he kneels, next to me, and my soon-to-be-heir, because I have declared it!

Not even the heavens are above my influence!

If you go against my will, I will incinerate everything you hold dear with the powers of the very heavens that obey my every word!

Now hail your new queen!

For I have declared it!

All Hail Queen Harriet!

At once, every living being around the queen repeated the same phrase; it was like music to her ears.

All hail Queen Harriet!

All hail Queen Harriet!

All hail Queen Harriet!

Finally, the queen had total control over all the land.

At least in her dreams.

"<...all hail queen Harriet...>" A loud snore woke her up. "<...huh...?>"

She sits up on her bed of mud and dry grass, and rubs at her flat—yet chiseled—abs.

No baby bump.

"<Wait...what?!>" A deep pit of depression filled the space where her soon-to-be heir had been. '<It was all a fucking dream?>' Her hands brush against the fur between her chest; then at the empty space around her bed.

The lack of Kyle's presence upset her more than she would've liked. She was on the verge of tears.

Those countless nights of passion. The kindest of gestures that Kyle had done only for her. The powerful successor she almost had.

None of it was real.

"<Ah, you're awake my queen.>" Janine stood at her doorway, and looked at the queen that wasn't facing her. After not getting a response, she raises an eyebrow. "<Is something wrong?>"

Eventually, the queen turned around, proud as ever.

"<Why wouldn't I be? I'm the fucking queen!>" She quickly stood, and stretched her arms upwards. "<Now get the fuck out. These tits aren't for you.>"

"<Yes, my queen.>" Janine fucks off; just as ordered.

It gave the queen the excuse she needed to regain her visual disappointment.

She looks down at the flatness of her abs, and once more runs her hands through them.

'_<How much longer must I wait for what's rightfully mine?>'

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Author's Note:

This is where I ended the story. Since then, everything has changed; to the point where the story is unrecognizable.

You could consider this story to, thus, be a "season zero" of AnthroLand.

I likely won't start writing it for a while, however. I have a few things I want to clear first.