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Disclaimer - This story involves copious amounts of self-infatuation and online shopping. Also, hyena things. If you value your bank balance and the sanctity of your shopping history, turn back now. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be unlawful for you to do so.)

Crocuta Couture

Joel plopped the cardboard box down on his table, turning the label to face him.

“ Crocuta Couture ” read the glossy neon purple letters on the black sticker with blotchy lavender spots and the faint impression of a tail.

He scratched his stubbly chin, hoping his neighbors hadn’t seen it. It had to be some kind of mix-up, and yet, there was his full name and address: Joel Threepwood Crusoe, 1967 Lindencourt Dr. SE.

With a shrug, he rustled around in his kitchen drawer, fished out his only sharp knife and glided it through the tape sealing the cardboard box. Folding open the flaps, the first thing that greeted him was an embossed note resting on top of red and purple paper crinkles. Even the paper felt nice, almost like a coarse linen with bits of different colored fibers tossed into the off-white.

Hey there, hot stuff.

A blush rose to his cheeks. He glanced around his kitchen self-consciously.

We here at Crocuta Couture are so convinced that you’ll love our line of empowering, fashion forward products, that we’re giving you one for free!

Give it a shot. We know you’ll love the way you feel.

Then, if you’re looking for more, head on over to CrocutaCouture.com and you can customize your look to be exactly the kind of party animal you always were on the inside.

Joel pushed aside some of the paper sheds in the box and snorted. Underneath was a heavy leather collar, pointed studs jutting from the outside and polished brass buckle gleaming.

He wasn’t sure how he got on some kind of fetish mailing list. Maybe he could give it away at a white elephant gift party?

The leather creaked in his hands as he picked up the surprisingly supple collar and bent it experimentally. It seemed really well made, the grain of the leather soft against his thumbs. It smelled expensive as well, that deep, rich aroma of tanned goods that reminded him of the one time he went to a renaissance faire.

It seemed way too luxurious to just give away. He flipped the note over, looking for some kind of catch, but the other side was just blank, beautiful paper.

He left the collar on his counter, walking back towards the living room, but stopped, looking back at the rugged leather band.

It’s not like anyone would ever know . . .

Joel grabbed the collar and held it up to his neck experimentally. It was larger than he expected. With a shrug, he wrapped the leather band around his neck, shivering as the pliant leather rubbed against his hair. He fumbled the strap through the brass buckle and pulled.

It was like he had completed a circuit, a strange buzz of pleasure running through his body as the pin of the clasp clicked into the place.

Joel stood panting, running a hand up to feel the blunt points of the studs radiating out from his neck. The collar was a bit loose, but it felt strangely empowering. He never would have thought that such a silly thing could make him feel this way, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a bit like a badass: an attractive badass.

He idly ran a finger between the collar and his neck before dashing off to his bathroom. He had to see what he looked like. His white socks skidded on the linoleum in his hall as he swung himself into the bathroom and flicked on the light, panting as he drank in his own image.

He had to admit it. The collar did look sexy, not just that, but it looked sexy on him. A manic chuckle rose in his throat. He’d never really paused to just look at himself before. Though his green cargo shorts and white T-shirt didn’t do much to accentuate his physique, the collar just made him pop. He reached down, adjusting his hardening shaft in his underwear as he tried turning to the side and posing.

His chest strained at his shirt, like all those three trips to the gym had really paid off. He ran his hands over the white cotton, feeling his nipples stiffen under the thin fabric. Panting, he tried to pull the shirt off, but the spikes on his collar caught in the edges. He growled, struggling before his arms bulged, fingernails curling out and digging into the fabric as he pulled, ripping his shirt in two with a satisfied giggle.

He stared at the mirror, puzzled for a second at his reflection before his features broke into a smile, growing fangs poking out over his lips. His thick, swollen nipples were dark, almost completely black. A high-pitched whine escaped his lips, his neck creaking forward as he grabbed at his chest with both hands, kneading in, feeling the soft brown fur growing under his padded fingertips as his pectorals softened and bulged out into heavy breasts. He’d always found a nice rack to be attractive, and the collar made his stand out, perky nipples stiff as his claws teased across them roughly.

He leaned in towards the mirror, wide paws scratching his counter as he let his tongue loll from his mouth, laughing as he checked his completion. Bushy brown fur coated his cheeks, each tuft tipped in black. Some of the wiry whiskers on his lengthening muzzle were bent at odd angles, but he liked them that way. They complemented how wild the collar made him feel, matting down the bristly mane that rose up the back of his neck.

Joel didn’t know how he’d ever lived without the heavy leather collar. It hung tight against his popping, creaking neck while his strong shoulders widened. A powerful, feminine girl like him needed a collar to really complement his best assets.

His rounded ears folded back, discomfort growing in the back of his shorts.

He wasn’t sure why he’d ever tucked his tail down into them. Full black lips curling into a wide smile over his lethal jaws, he popped the button on his fly and tugged his shorts down over his widening paws as they burst through his cheap tube socks. His freed scruffy tail whapped about above the waist of his briefs. He looked down, muzzle creasing. Tighty-whities really didn’t complement his complexion. Hooking a claw under the thin waistband, his muscles bulged as he tore them off, revealing the rounded bulge of his fuzzy rump.

“Much better,” he growled, voice low and sultry as he checked himself out in the mirror. He was just so hot. His eyes traced down to his dark, dangling member between his legs, tail thrashing as he bit his dark lip and growled. He placed a paw on his widening hips, squeezing his ass as his other hand slid down his toned stomach, feeling the definition of his abs underneath his shaggy brown fur.

Joel traced a finger from his loose sheath up his dark, semi-hard shaft, cackling as it pulsed. The flat, animal tip drooped under its jostling weight. He grinned at his reflection, his other hand reaching between his thighs to cup his heavy testicles. They felt softer than he remembered, but maybe he had just never explored himself thoroughly enough before. He gave the yielding, fuzzy lumps a squeeze and let out a barking cackle, bliss running though his body, padded toes curling and swelling against the floor. There wasn’t even the ghost of discomfort as he mashed his taut balls together, kneading the wobbling lumps against his body, tail standing out behind him as his anus clenched, tightening into a pronounced, dark ring of pulsing flesh.

It was impossible to help himself. He leaned in towards his reflection and ran his wide, pink tongue over the mirror, making out with his image, drinking in how absolutely ravishing he was, a burly, sultry animal, spiked collar resting taut around the base of his thick, extended neck.

His heavy breasts jostled as he continued mashing at his balls, face screwing up as he huffed in his own randy, feminine reek. The hand stroking along his shaft migrated towards the head, padded thumb running over the dark, blunt tip as his hips jerked in excitement. As much as he could imagine himself inside of someone, he could also imagine someone inside of him. The ambiguity made him shudder, tongue licking over his dark lips.

Drenching his thumb in the clear pre leaking from his cock, he let out a tittering growl, grinding in harder. His laughter caught in his throat as the edge of his blunt digit sank inside of the taut slit atop his shaft. His pupils dilated, fangs bared as he fingered himself, engorged cock bunching back, clenching around his sodden finger in needy waves as his other paw mashed in desperately against his clenched balls. He pressed in deeper, howling out in short giggling bursts of pleasure, edges of his stretched cock pulling back like a rolled up sleeve, clenching around him as his tail batted about erratically.

He laughed out in uncontrollable lust, eyes fixed on his reflection, watching his muscles bulge under his fur, breasts heaving as he fingered himself. The pleasure boiled over inside of him, tingling ecstasy shocking out from the pit of his stomach as his muscles seized and the bliss of orgasm washed over him. His stuffed cock pulsed, clear feminine pleasure seeping out from around his finger as his muscles pulsed and contracted in greedy waves. The sensation only grew as he continued to stuff himself, gripping his balls in tight, erratic pulls. He couldn’t stop himself, tail wagging, black asshole clenching, claws scratching against the floor.

His manic laughter erupted from his jaws in wild, rapid-fire bursts as he rode out the lengths of his hyaenid climax, minutes flying by like seconds. He leaned back against the wall behind him, fondling his stiff, thick nipples as he continued to finger himself. Pulling one heavy breast up towards his muzzle, he scraped his rough tongue out over the taut black nub, sucking and nibbling in with his teeth. His muffled peals of laughter rang out as his body seized over and over again, cock squeezing around his finger, inner walls quivering as his blunt digit twisted inside of him.

By the time his orgasm died down, the bathroom’s fake tile and the drywall were scuffed with myriad claw marks. Small spatters of his clear, musky cum glistened on his counter, cabinets, the floor; one rivulet sliding slowly down the mirror as he breathed out a sigh of contented relief.

A dazed, happy grin hung on his muzzle, tongue lolling out as he wiped himself off with his towel and wobbled towards his bedroom, his fur still rife with the reek of feminine lust.

He threw open his closet and scowled, running his hand over the studded spikes on the collar around his neck.

His clothes really sucked.

He plopped himself back into his worn office chair and rolled himself over to his computer as it creaked under his weight.

It took him a few tries to enter the address with his blunt claws, but eventually he managed, and the menagerie of CrocutaCouture.com unfolded before his eyes.

The products spoke to him. He could use some tight pants and a supple leather vest to help show off the goods. Some nice cuffs and a strappy harness to slide around his tits wouldn’t hurt either. He licked his lips, filling up his online cart and then heading to the checkout.

The goods weren’t cheap, but there was nothing that was going to stand in between him and looking like a badass bitch.

He was fucking worth it.