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Clean and Jerk

"Come on, you beautiful spotted bastard. Just a few more inches."

Meat-ripping teeth bared in a fearsome display. Broad strong paws gripped, tighter and tighter. Arms tensed, straining against a force they had never encountered before. And piercing brown eyes locked dead ahead, fully focused. A metallic clang and the plates resettled, before slowly the weight hoisted off the big animal's chest and into the air. The animal halted halfway through the motion, tough triceps and great upper body straining against an even greater weight. He kicked one paw back to steady himself, his balance wavering on his digitigrade stance but not failing. He grunted, tensed his maned neck, and dug deeper, lifting his arms the whole way and locking them, while he straightened his stance and held it, opening his jaws for some deep growling breaths. Only a few seconds later did the realisation sink in. A new personal best. Relief, pride, and the sweet glow of victory flooded the hyena, and it took all of his resolve not to bark in pride.

Marcel dropped the bar clattering to the ground. He prowled around the weightlifting mat, snarling, snapping in delight, punching the air. His breathing was heavy, and he growled at the ache in his pectorals and triceps. Yes it was a new weight and an achievement not to be sniffed at, but Marcel was quite familiar with the high that followed a good gym session. He lived for it. Some animals get hooked on working out, and Marcel knew why. Soon the hyena slowed and eventually stopped his pacing, before he combed his claws through the tall copper mane he sported. A quick towel-down and a gulp of his drink, and he stretched up, raising his full frame well past the six-and-a-half-foot mark. Next, he returned to the bar, crouched down, and set to unloading the weights, leaving the equipment as he found it, ready for the next fur. Who probably wouldn't arrive for several hours - it was nearly midnight after all.

Even after his workout, he made light work of the weights, carrying even the twenty-kilo discs as effortlessly as a hula hoop. Once all the gear was back on the respective racks, Marcel took a final glance around the gym. All was silent, save for the continual hum of the air conditioner, and no other creature was in sight. Hey, only mad beasts like him worked out this late. Props to Bruce though for the new opening arrangements. All the guys had to do was tell Bruce in advance, and they could work out any time of day they pleased. Marcel would have to tell the wolf what a difference it made, how much progress he'd made since these midnight workouts became possible. That was him done for the night though, so with towel and drink in paw, he made his way through to the locker room.

At the lockers, he turned the combination lock and retrieved his kit bag. Maybe it was paranoia, maybe it was prudence, to lock his stuff up even at this late hour. He knew this place was mostly secure, the kind of place that attracted a few specific guys who all knew each other (and many of whom even played rugby together). Even though Marcel was alone in the gym, Bruce having left the keys with him a half-hour ago, it was good force of habit to lock away his gear, particularly his couple hundred dollars of smartphone and his several hundred dollars of custom-made Army-style boots.

Walking through to the changing room, he dropped the bag onto a bench, before stripping out of his gym clothes. First to be removed was an athletic shirt which had reached the limit of its 'breathability'. With the shirt in one paw, Marcel glanced over his body, over all the muscle which sat underneath his trim glistening African fur, his trademark spots covering his upper body and arms. He tensed the odd pectoral or abdominal muscle, and quirked a grin. Not bad progress, plenty more to do though. He hung the shirt on a peg, and slipped his tracksuit pants over his upper legs. It might not have been leg day, but there was no reason not to admire those thighs of his. These were his engines, the source of all the power he needed to plough across the rugby field, either cutting down the yards in open play, or showing some hapless young back-row that yes that big mean-looking yeen on the other team knew how to tackle, and yes they'd be feeling said tackle all the way home and for several days afterwards. Lifting one paw, and then the other, he slipped the pants right off and hung them up too. This left the hyena wearing nothing but his briefs. While many of his team-mates and gym-mates opted for jockstraps, Marcel had always favoured the simplicity and support of briefs. Plus when his ultra-sensitive scavenger nose picked up a tasty scent (not uncommon in the gym or the locker-room), it allowed him that extra little bit of freedom. One such scent was teasing his snoot right now. Tsk. Aleksandr had left his towel again. The boar of indeterminate foreign origin was a good laugh, and the butt of innumerable bacon-related and ham-related jokes. Sometimes he made them himself. It was just unfortunate that when he worked up a sweat, his musk did actually smell of bacon - meaty, streaky, and freshly fried. Or maybe it was fortunate. For Marcel at least. One day, he'd love to get a taste of the pig. And he had an inclination that Aleksandr (or however it was spelled) would be game. The pair had exchanged a few glances in the locker room before. The last time, Marcel had rolled his eyes downwards, staring at that cute red jock and picturing the porker's package underneath, before fixing him with that hyaenid hunting-stare that he knew set the hackles of other animals on end. To this, the boar had simply snorted and dipped his snout, busying himself with packing his bag. He was a sweet piggy. One day it would happen.

Oh dear. During that little reminisce, his paw had crept to his own underwear. In the half-lit locker room, Marcel traced a claw over his unseen sheath, teasing it as it stirred. Normally he could keep control: just as well when he spent hours each week jaw-to-jaw with some massive men. But here, all alone... hey, what was the harm in teasing himself just a little? It would only be a tease, mind. Marcel had other plans that night - when he was back in his den. Besides, he still had to shower. Some guys felt a little awkward using gym showers, but not Marcel (and to his delight, not Bruce nor Aleksandr). As for the ones who were (Marcel laughed)... being a small gym, the hyena knew which guys missed the showers and headed straight home. Their hasty sprays of deodorant did nothing to disguise the delicious scents they worked up, and when challenged as to why they skipped showering, they were adorable to wind up. A skinny otter boy had recently joined the gym. He tried hard to pass himself as straight, bless his lil tail, strutting around like some carnival strongman (a look which didn't exactly fit his sinewy swimmer's frame). He even gave a less-than-convincing description of a girlfriend he had (or maybe had had). But Marcel knew a curious male critter when he saw one. And in the locker room that evening, Marcel had approached the young lad just before he finished packing.

"Hope you're planning on hitting the showers, boy. Ain't hygenic to skip washing after a hard workout like that."

"No, no, you're right of course, I... I just prefer to do it at home. That's all."

"And why's that, otter-boy? Afraid you'll see something you like in our showers?"

The silk-furred guy didn't join him that day, instead stuttering something about 'forgetting his fur-shampoo', and all but scurrying for the exit when Marcel offered to lend his. But every time the pair had been in the gym together since, by some sheer coincidental stroke of fate, they always ended up in neighbouring showers. Sometimes Marcel would be there already, and barely three minutes later, surprise surprise, the young water-weasel would arrive to wash and groom and tend to that luscious waterproof chocolate-brown fur of his. And of course to shoot meant-to-be-subtle-but-really-not-subtle-at-all glances at the hyena's crotch. What a cutie. What a real cutie.

Sadly the otter wasn't here, and sadly Marcel had to deal with his excess of musk. With a grunt, he slipped his briefs down, removing them from around his hocks and dropping them into a side pocket of his bag. Then, taking a clean towel and a bottle of fur-wash, he hit the showers. Dropping the towel on the floor outside, he stood in the large open-plan shower, to the side of one showerhead. He hit the button, and as expected, the jet of water was icy cold. The cold mist it sent out made the hyena shiver, right through his fur. He kept a near arm's length distance from the water, and tested it with a paw - thankfully it was beginning to warm.

"Well fuck me dry like the gay guy I am."

Marcel froze. He knew that voice. He knew that cackle too.

"I've found my big brother's weakness. He's scared of a little water."

Standing in the entrance to the showers was another hyena. Half the mass of Marcel, but with a grin which more than matched his, and a laugh that toed a chilling line between cunning and insane. And if the near-identical fur patterning didn't give the animal's identity away, the ripped black cargo pants and the T-shirt depicting a graffiti-style snarling dog with a harness and crop above the caption Whippet Good certainly did. This was Zak, Marcel's younger brother. The kind of animal who would never be seen working out at an inner-city gym for Men, but would happily hide in the bushes round back, gawking through the window with one paw down his jeans.

"It's a feline thing. As you'll recall when you got hit by that water gun? At last year's Pride? You laughed it off as usual, but I know you hated it."

"And how we laughed, brother. And now I know it runs in the family. Guess you can't tease me about it anymore."

Marcel returned to the topic at paw. "Okay Zak... I'm not gonna ask the obvious question."

"Eh, you're not hard to find. Where else is my meathead of a brother gonna be at 11 o'clock in the damn evening? You were taking your time, and I didn't wanna miss you tonight, so I thought I'd surprise ya. The front door was unlocked, which was a plus. And from there, I just followed my nose."

"Still, this isn't the kind of place you'd wander into."

"Isn't it? Maybe it is. Granted, all that grunting and heavy lifting I'm happy to leave to you knuckleheads while, maybe, I kick back and watch. Maybe I was biding my time, waiting for the most opportune moment to, hm, let's see, make my move."

And with that, Zak pulled his T-shirt over his ears and tossed it onto a nearby bench. Marcel's eyes widened. The little brat was stripping! Here! In his gym! And sure enough, with that hyena-grin of his showing no sign of subsiding, Zak stared at his brother, straight at him, and unfastened his belt buckle. Marcel could easily have turfed the smaller yeen out of the locker room, out of the whole gym in fact. And yet... he stood stock still. Down came those pants, along with the underwear, over footpaws to be discarded away, so now both hyenas stood stark naked.

The shower cut off automatically. Silence returned, save for the drip of water, Marcel's breath, and the pad of Zak's approaching paw-steps.

"Come oooon. I've come all the way over here, as a special treat for you..."

Marcel scoffed at that line. "Why? Scared I wouldn't give you yer fill of yeen cock tonight?"

"Oh you're gonna give me it. I'm quite sure of that."

Marcel remained unmoved. Zak was now standing mere inches from his brother, his head raised and his muzzle tilted. Marcel was glancing behind him, so he turned his head. He noticed a little red light, up in one corner, and turned back to Marcel, smirking his widest yet.

"Oh I get it. You're worried about the security cameras. How you'd explain it to that wolf who runs this place, what's-his-name, Barry..."

"Bruce."

"Yeah, him. What's not to say he wouldn't enjoy the show? I've seen you two out and about. That guy really likes you, but he's too shy to say anything."

Now it was Marcel's turn to laugh, a dark dangerous laugh that ricocheted off every wall in the shower. "Yeah. Plus he thinks I only fuck girls."

"So he doesn't know what happened with Sandy?"

Marcel shrugged. "He'll know in time."

Zak knew that the recent break-up was a sore point for Marcel. Which was exactly why he mentioned it. He placed his paws on his bigger brother, kneading them in small circles over the big hyena. Yet they both knew that the real prize laid below. And soon enough, Zak took the final step forwards, and slipped one paw between them to feel his brother's weight. First, he hefted the hyena's orbs. He knew his brother wouldn't have jerked off yet, and so those big boys would be full of that hot hyena seed which they both shared. And then, he slipped his paw higher, tracing his paw over that thick sheath, feeling the outline of the big yeen meet contained within, before he rubbed and he stroked, nice and brisk, as he knew the animal liked it. Only, it gained no response. Zak blinked, rubbed a few more times, and fixed his brother straight in the eyes.

"Performance anxiety. That's new. Is this why Sandy left you... ah ah ah..."

Marcel now had a grip on the side of Zak's neck, right on the carotid. He guided his brother to kneel, on the tiled floor before him.

"Enough talk, you braying little shit. Do what you came here to do."

This only garnered a cheerful smirk from the smaller male, who brushed his paws up his brother's inner thighs, right up to those heavy orbs which hung between. Marcel released Zak's neck, and straightaway the younger brother brought his muzzle into play, dipping it straight in, rubbing his nose over both sac and sheath, indulging on that meaty, dusty scent which he had known since adolescence, so similar to his own and yet twice as potent. Back in those days, it had taken Zak a while to twig what that mysterious scent was. It wasn't sweat or musk, although those too had grown richer recently. Almost overnight he began to smell it on his brother, sometimes in the morning when they woke up, sometimes after Marcel had been left alone in his den, even for ten minutes. He also scented it in the bathroom, and on the underwear which his brother hid in a corner from mom and dad. And when Zak himself discovered how to paw, and he found his own scent and taste almost identical to his brother's, did he begin to see the older yena in a whole new light.

Water cascaded over them both, Marcel having re-started the shower. Zak closed his eyes, partly to keep the water out, and partly to heighten his other senses. He nuzzled, he stroked, and he grinned when the big animal above finally started to growl, and the sheath against his face began to swell. The scent, too, intensified, more than perceptible despite the water washing over the big hyena's body. Guided by touch alone, Zak tilted his muzzle, nudging the emerging flesh, but carefully - he didn't want to catch his nose on his brother's barbs. He breathed gently, teasing the big animal's crotch fur and retracting sheath and great swelling flesh. He pressed his paws onto those solid thighs, while delivering some more eager nuzzles. Still more the hyena's arousal grew, and Zak brought his paw back into play, gently gripping his brother who jerked, snorted, and continued to swell in the smaller yeen's paw. Zak took his free arm, wiped the water from his eyes, and blinked them open.

"Fuck. That is beautiful."

There was his brother, with that thick black yeenhood directly before his nose, big and proud and fully aroused. Up above, Marcel had crossed his arms, watching with a one-sided smirk. Game on. Zak gripped his brother's length and took part of it into his maw, circling his tongue over the head and giving it some rapid tongue flicks. Rough cat-like tongue on rough spiny cock, sandpaper on sandpaper - his brother could never resist. And indeed his reward was instant: a shot of salty hyena scent, straight onto his tongue. He gripped and squeezed his brother's thick base, while teasing the head, leaving most of his brother's length cruelly unattended, while he drew out a trickle of musky precum. He pulled away his maw, making a show of swallowing his brother's taste, before he raised his second paw to pick up the slack. Now Zak was rolling his brother's shaft, in between his paws, sometimes stroking down, sometimes rolling around its circumference. The effect was immediate on his bigger brother, who shuddered and even barked a little before regaining his composure, staring and scowling at the smaller animal underneath, until he broke out into a full-width grin at a sudden realisation.

"You've been watchin' that queer smut again. Learning some new tricks, I see."

"Yeah. You oughta watch some sometime. My bro needs to relax a little."

"Why bother, when I can have the real thing..." And Marcel drifted into a long, breathless gasp as Zak brought his paw up behind his brother's orbs, to massage the taint - exactly where the big guy liked it.

"Though of course, the classics have a lot going for them too."

Marcel could do little but nod his head. Other parts of the big yeen nodded too... and drooled onto Zak's arm.

"Oh dear. Lost for words are we? The time for talking really is over."

"For you."

Zak flopped his now-wet mane over to one side, acting all inquisitive. Marcel took the kneeling hyena gently under the chin, giving him a little scritch. It was a favourite spot, one of the first the brothers had found, and Zak could do little but smile and chuckle to himself, but his attention soon returned when he felt something familiar, fleshy and big brushing up against his face. Marcel was smearing himself on his brother's maw, marking him with yeen meat and pre, his barbs snagging on Zak's muzzle-fur.

"Open up, kitten."

The younger hyena did more than open up. He practically devoured his brother's cock - a good few inches of it anyway. Mmmfing around it, he steadied himself, before sinking down, down, a half-inch at a time, taking in as much of the big yeen as he could manage. Marcel hit the shower button to keep the water going, and with a satisfied growl, he cracked open his fur-shampoo, squeezing plenty out into his paw. Setting the bottle aside, he lathered the liquid between his paws, and worked it into his thick mane using his clawtips. While the hyena at his feet gulped and tackled his erection, Marcel continued with the task at hand, taking more of the shampoo and working it into his spotted pelt, murring a little at the feel of tough yeen-muscle under his paws. Suddenly the attention at his crotch paused. He glanced down. His brother glared back, before pulling off his length entirely.

"Excuse me, am I boring you?"

Now it was Marcel who grinned. "Not in the slightest. I'm simply killing two birds with one stone. But, if you want me to pay you more attention... get up on your feet."

Marcel offered a hand, which his brother took. The smaller hyena stood up and slipped slightly on the tiles, which garnered a wild little laugh from the bigger animal.

"You've gone all lightheaded. What's the matter? Too much yeen cock cutting off your oxygen?"

Zak swatted a paw at Marcel, which the bigger hyena barely felt.

"Yeah, I love you too bro," Marcel responded. "Now come here."

With water cascading off their pelts, the two brothers stood together. With their irregular dappling of spots, and near-identical facial markings, the only real difference between them was their size. And physically, they moved as one, without any hesitation. Each brother knew the other's body like he knew his own: every point and every little stroke which made the other murr, or mrowl, or gasp under his breath. And any reticence which Marcel felt before had all but washed away. Here, right now, all that mattered was him and the brother he loved. From gentle muzzle-rubs to kick things off, it was the older bigger hyena who gave the first lick. This was swiftly reciprocated, and after barely a few more licks their tongues entwined, rough and rasping over one another as paws glided over trim blotch-patterned pelts before with heartfelt growls the brothers embraced and clashed their mighty bone-crunching jaws together in a snarling kiss which was equal parts fraternal union and impassioned animal wildness. Now it was Zak's turn to be engulfed by the big yeen who was his brother. Zak reached up, resting one paw on the hyena's jaw as they kissed, marvelling in the crushing power which the big animal was blessed with, while his other paw descended to tease his own growing arousal. And in that moment, at this unlikeliest of rendezvouses, each animal felt closer to his brother than ever. They had shared nearly their whole lives together, they had shared a den and experiences and countless past laughs together, and now they shared a closeness and a trust and an understanding to rival any conventional relationship.

It was Marcel who broke the kiss. They parted, drawing back bit by reluctant bit, until their eyes met. Both hyenas needed to catch their breaths. They murred, feeling the weight of their arousals pressing together. Suddenly Zak felt a paw around his thick pride and he gritted his teeth, hissing through them: "Easy, brother..." Marcel chuckled. He held both hyena lengths in a single paw, and with his other great paw behind the younger yeen's back, he held steady, feeling both of their lengths twitch and pulse together. And then he began to stroke. He only stroked downwards, mind, conscious of the impressive array of spines which covered his brother's length as they covered his own. Zak had to glance down and chuckle at the sight of two hornball hyenas pawing in the showers, their hard black animal erections pressed together. Then Marcel gave a couple of deep-throated grunts, and Zak could barely contain his grin. His brother was ready.

Released from the larger yeen's grip, Zak turned away, planted his paws on the tiled wall, sighed, and lifted his brush-tail. Marcel hit the shower button again to keep the water running, and guided his brother a little out of the water-flow. Taking his bottle of fur-wash, he squeezed out a good measure of the thick gel-like liquid, and spread it all under his brother's tail. The smaller yeen murred, but this soon turned to a gasp as first one, and then two hyena claws slipped past his entrance, with barely the slightest hint of resistance. Hey, they needed to prepare. Marcel was a big animal, after all. He didn't spend too long prepping his brother though: they both had more pressing needs. And when the biggest such need pressed against Zak's entrance, the tip of his firm flesh meeting weakened slickened tailhole, Marcel had to chuckle at the needy animal he held underneath him, and at the latest location where he was seconds away from mating his brother.

"Fuck, I hope Bruce actually checks tonight's security tapes. What a way to come out to him."

Zak chuckled. "There's my big bro again. I'm all yours. I would say 'be gentle', but let's face it, neither of us are into ah... ah... ah... that!"

And before Zak had even realised, a good length of hyena meat was already underneath his tail. The slim hyena practically squealed, curling his toe-paws and clawing at the tiles for purchase, although he soon checked himself and pressed with paw-pads instead.

"Fuck. That's it," he hissed. "Just give me a moment to ah!"

But the big hyena shunted forwards regardless, thrusting the near-entirety of his thick arousal inside his brother.

"What the fuck! I said give me a moment!"

But Marcel's response was a soft deep hyena-laugh. "Oh you're such a drama queen. What are you going to say when I start using my barbs?"

That caught the hyena's tongue. He turned away and dipped his muzzle, shivering. The pair of them stood still, under the water, Marcel's erection swelling within its confines. Then, with a solid paw-grip on his brother's sides, he sank himself in, nice and slow, yeen flesh parting and spreading all around him. He took it steady, both for the sake of the animal half his size underneath him, and also for his own revelry and amusement. They reached another ridge, another curve, and every time Marcel thought they had reached the limit to how much yeen cock his brother could take, he slipped a little further in, and they moaned and growled while Marcel penetrated his little yeen-bro deeper. Remarkable. The needy little fuck. He'd nearly taken every inch. Even Sandy sometimes couldn't take his whole endowment. How did his brother do it? True, the smaller hyena was now uttering quite frequent gasps, and bearing his meat-tearing teeth while he hissed and winced, but by taking things steady, and with a little more encouraging force, Marcel soon settled his thighs against his brother's rear. Together, they breathed, and grunted, the same beast in two bodies.

"Get ready, man. You know what's coming next."

The barbs flexed, latching on within. Now Zak could do little except stand there, panting, bracing himself for what was to come. Those paws tightened on his hips, a growl picked up amongst the rush of water, and thick barbed flesh slid from his tailhole, slowly, agonisingly slowly, fraternal spines dragging over that tender inner flesh, deepening their connection. Marcel was so hard, and his withdrawal was gloriously long, his big yeen meat dragging over places which few animals could ever hope to reach. He growled as Zak suddenly squeezed his tailhole down, gripping tight, embedding the big hyena's barbs deeper but doing little to halt his retreat. Zak pleaded under his breath, begged his brother to remain within him, not to withdraw entirely, and his jaws locked in silent rapture as all of those inches of hyena cock ploughed back into him in a single long thrust. Great arms packed with muscle crossed over his chest, holding him against the rugby-yeen's upper body, so he could feel the immense strength in the animal. Zak twisted and ground upon the thick length, and chuckled when Marcel grunted and pulsed within him. And then came the thrusts, those grinding pounding thrusts which shook Zak from muzzle to toe-paws and left him gulping for breath. He knew his brother's mentality. He knew there was now no stopping the hyena until he had powered himself right the way to his goal.

"See?" Marcel grunted. "That's the thing, bro. You can tease me, and you can backchat me all you want, but in the end, it won't stop me from giving you what you so fuckin' desperately need."

Zak shuddered underneath his brother. He reached back, and clapped a paw to the bigger hyena's thighs, claws resting on the flesh of those thighs threatening to press in, trying to pull the big animal closer. Not that the scrawnier creature could have much effect on his brother's pounding thrusts. Still Marcel rolled with it, sinking right in, giving the smaller yeen a feel of his even thicker base, and keeping himself buried deep as he barrelled fast and hard. He grunted, hot breath washing over the sodden fur of the hyena underneath, while he drove himself onwards picking up yet more speed and elongating his thrusts within those tight confines that stretched and rippled all over his big yeen cock which pulsed and hardened flexing those teasing spines deep under that scrappy yeen-tail as a surge of pleasure built within Marcel and he tensed up and pounded harder before letting loose a fearsome growl, holding tight onto the smaller hyena who shuddered and gasped breathlessly at the sensation of such a large animal mating him raw. The first twitch of a few hundred pounds of yeen muscle surprised them both, but again Marcel simply turned his impending ejaculation to his advantage, growling, flaring the barbs on his thick yeen cock, before delivering buck after wild buck, firing his hyena cum with each thrust, laying the deepest possible claim he could to his brother.

Zak meanwhile felt every shot of his brother's seed... their seed. His own arousal pulsed with need, and he gripped it tight, panting and chuckling, before pawing himself while clenching tight around the big animal massaging him from within, faster and faster before he raised his bone-crunching muzzle into a shameless whoop and plastered the tiles in front of him with his own impressive load of hyena musk. And as Marcel ground within him, while still spraying the last of his yeen cum deep inside, Zak couldn't help but squirm and murr, revelling in their slick, erotic, familial connection.

Zak was gasping, panting for breath, as was his brother. Warm water pattered over his drenched pelt, his paws pressed on the cool tile ahead of him, and in the half-light, he glanced down at the arms which held him, so strong and secure, and he smiled his wide hyena-smile. The time for wise quips and barbed words had long passed. Now, instead, the brothers took a moment to immerse themselves in this deep bond which they shared, to feel that strong fraternal flesh which they knew so well. So similar, in so many ways. And it was Zak who twisted, gasping and a little unsteady on his hind-paws, to grin in wide post-coital wickedness at his brother. Marcel reciprocated, his smile less unhinged but every part as wild, as he held his brother's muzzle, licking it, before engulfing it with his own muzzle and tongue. After a few moments, and a few final thrusts for good measure, Marcel rose from the embrace, shaking some water from his tall and stiff-furred mane.

"I love you, bro."

"Yeah... huff... can't say I blame you."

The smile dropped from Marcel's muzzle, while Zak's never faltered.

"And I love you too, man," the smaller yeen added.

At some point during their orgasm, the water had cut off again. Yet rather than restart it, Marcel stood there holding onto Zak, listening to their breath, some water dripping from the shower while more drained away near their hindpaws, washing away some evidence of their deep familial bonding. Plenty remained, mind: Zak still dripped with it, as did the wall in front of him. Not to mention all the yeen cum of his internal mark - unseen, but most definitely not unfelt.

If the brothers could spend the night there, locked together, boy would they jump at the chance. And yet as Marcel felt himself slip from his brother, his claim well and truly made, the realisation dawned that they'd have to return to their den. Marcel was just beginning the process of a slow fully-barbed dismount, growling and rumbling quite happily to himself while Zak writhed in pleasured discomfort, when the door of the locker room opened. Marcel froze, mid-withdrawal, clutching his brother, as a familiar friendly face stepped into view.

"Hey Marcel, I forgot to pick up the... the..."

The grey-furred wolf froze, opening and closing his muzzle, trying in vain to formulate a reaction to the scene before him. Two dripping wet hyenas - his gym buddy, and a smaller one in front whose facial markings and pelt-pattern and bristling red mane were so similar that he had to be Marcel's brother or cousin - quite simply, screwing, here, in the showers of his gym. They stared at the stunned wolf, then slowly craned their gaze, catching each other's eyes, before erupting in peals of full-throated laughter.

"What a shame," Zak drawled in between laughs. "He missed the best part."

"Oh I don't know," Marcel replied. "If he wants the full show, he can always check out the security tapes."

By Ziegenbock