{"sf1_id":1662150,"sf2_id":"r175a80m","title":"BFG","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":4403,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T05:02:29.000Z","tags":["Gnoll","Greentext","Human","Second Person","Sex","Straight"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662150-bfg","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r175a80m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fb/5a/fb5a55e3-bbf1-4363-99b0-5fd7345e0e69","description":"[Greentext] When Anon is held hostage by a pack of gnolls, he finds that the leader may have her eyes on him for more than one reason.","content":"\\\u003eYou are anon, loveless loner and interim courier  \n\\\u003eRecently stationed somewhere in Afrikenyubabwe for a sabbatical or something  \n\\\u003eYou were sent from a small town with a sealed envelope and a backpack across the savannah plains to a compound  \n\\\u003eA compound now controlled by gnolls  \n\\\u003eIt used to be some kind of outpost or reservation back in the day, the hyena people keeping their distance at first  \n\\\u003eThey're scavengers by nature, taking clothes, food, and even weapons from people who wander too far onto the plains  \n\\\u003eMostly dumb tourists  \n\\\u003eThen the marauding gnolls learned to use guns, and all the humans in the compound were kicked out  \n\\\u003eYou've heard many rumors about the gnolls, but they keep to themselves most of the time and you've never seen one up close before  \n\\\u003eToday's the day you'll get the chance, after you were sent out for “negotiations\" with the gnolls  \n\\\u003eStrangely enough, you weren't given much briefing on what the negotiations are supposed to be or what to do when you get there  \n\\\u003eAnd you were told to take as many of your belongings as you can carry  \n\\\u003e\"It might take a while,\" is all they said before shooing you out of town  \n\\\u003eYou weren't even given a ride over  \n\\\u003eGuess it's so you don't spook them or something  \n\\\u003eSo now you're walking half the day until you see the fenced in compound, right after taking the last swig of your canteen  \n\\\u003eThe first gnolls you spot are males perched up in the watchtowers flanking the front gate  \n\\\u003eThey are stout, burly creatures with some pretty mismatched clothing; most wear casual clothes stretched over their bestial frames and leather scraps roped together for some kind of armor  \n\\\u003eThe males would probably be a good head taller than you if they weren't so hunched over  \n\\\u003eYou wonder if it's because of their skeletal shape or because they are always submissive to the females  \n\\\u003eOh yeah, most of the stories about the gnolls involve the noticeably larger and more aggressive hyena women, who tend to be the dominate ones  \n\\\u003eThat, and rumors about what they're packing “down below\"  \n\\\u003eYou see a few females gather around the gate as you approach, pushing the smaller males out of the way  \n\\\u003eThey're almost all carrying some type of firearm, from shotguns to rifles, all battered and in states of disrepair  \n\\\u003eMost have their manes done up in very punkish ways, some dyed in pastel colors and knotted with bones  \n\\\u003eThen the biggest gnoll of the pack steps forward as the sea of hyenas parts  \n\\\u003eShe has a scraggly mane, a toothy snarly, and her muzzle is painted chalk white in rib-like stripes  \n\\\u003eShe wears a flak jacket that barely contains a hefty pair of breasts and none of the muscles on her arms, and a pair of dusty slacks with numerous holes for her fur to poke out of  \n\\\u003eHer hair is spiked up a bit, but droops to the sides from its length, running along her neck and even hanging down her back like a horse tail  \n\\\u003eHer right arm is cleanly shaven to show off a heavily inked tattoo  \n\\\u003eYou can't make out what it's supposed to be, but part of it looks like tally marks  \n\\\u003eA lot of tally marks  \n\\\u003eOh, and resting on her shoulders behind her neck is a massive gun as black as her spots and practically as long as she is tall  \n\\\u003eTalk about a BFG…  \n\\\u003eBig Fucking Gnoll  \n\\\u003eShe's intimidating to say the least, but part of you can't help by be impressed by her force of presence  \n\\\u003e\"Should we let him in, Ngarlu?\" one of the males asks  \n\\\u003eThe large hyena woman pivots and smacks him with the butt of her gun  \n\\\u003e\"Well, dipstick, we're not gonna to get him when he's out there, are we?\" she says, her voice both raspy and vampish  \n\\\u003eThe gate slides open and you gingerly present the envelope  \n\\\u003eShe snatches it from you and rips it open with her teeth  \n\\\u003eThe other gnolls wait eagerly around her as her narrowed eyes scan the inside letter  \n\\\u003eFor a moment you wonder if it's all just a show; are gnolls even literate?  \n\\\u003eBut she seems perfectly capable of reading, as her mouth pulls back into a devilish grin  \n\\\u003eShe lets out an infectious laugh, spurring the others to join in even without context  \n\\\u003eBut they know to stop when she does, and it's totally quiet  \n\\\u003e\"'Anon', is it?\" she says in an unsettlingly sweet voice  \n\\\u003eYou nod slowly  \n\\\u003e\"Sorry, love, but someone back home must really hate you. Well enough to make you their patsy, anyway,\" she says  \n\\\u003ePatsy?  \n\\\u003e\"You see, we make a deal with your little town.\" She plants her gun into the dirt and leans into it, waving the paper between her claws  \n\\\u003eShe's right in your face with those pearly teeth, those flared nostrils…  \n\\\u003e…those beautiful sienna eyes…  \n\\\u003e\"Ev'ry few weeks we get a nice crate of guns and goods from them. They give us the boomsticks, and we 'promise' not to fire their way.\"  \n\\\u003eA few of the females chuckle, with their guns in some pretty raunchy positions  \n\\\u003e\"We even leave some game out there for them to hunt.\"  \n\\\u003eShe crumples up the letter and tosses it over her shoulder  \n\\\u003eOne of the males grabs it in his mouth and swallows it instantly  \n\\\u003e\"But it looks like they're tryin' to bribe us in another way, by sendin' some poor whelp for collateral.\"  \n\\\u003eThe rest of the pack creeps in, leaving you no place to escape  \n\\\u003eOne of them snatches your backpack and flings it into a cluster of smaller gnolls, who descend on it like it's prey  \n\\\u003e\"You ain't worth the same as those guns, and I think we might have to pay them a little a visit soon…\"   \n\\\u003eIn one quick motion she swings the gun around you, pulling it against you   \n\\\u003eAnd you against her  \n\\\u003e\"But in the meantime, love, you can be damn sure we're gonna' get as much use out of you as we can.\"  \n  \n\\\u003eIn the center of the compound is what seems like a workshop  \n\\\u003eInside is full of random pieces of technology and equipment on tables all scavenged by the gnolls  \n\\\u003eBusted radios, dismantled guns, boxes of scrap metal  \n\\\u003eAnd a few blinded windows too high to climb out of  \n\\\u003eNgarlu pushes you inside, making you trip against the debris on the floor  \n\\\u003e\"You humans have some nice shit, but everythin' we bring back ain't workin' so well. Fix it for us.\"  \n\\\u003eIt definitely wasn't a request  \n\\\u003eYou are left alone with the piles of junk as she locks you in  \n\\\u003eYou aren't the engineer they probably think you are, but as you begin tinkering with the stuff you see that it's actually not too hard to fix  \n\\\u003eMost of it is just a frayed wire here or some loose screws there  \n\\\u003eEven the weapons seem easy enough to put back together  \n\\\u003eThey didn't leave you ammo, though  \n\\\u003eYou wonder if all this stuff was just mishandled when they brought it back with them  \n\\\u003eIt feels good to get so many things working again, but you remember after a while that you're still technically a prisoner  \n\\\u003eMaybe you could take the box of scraps and make a battle suit, or…  \n\\\u003eThe door swings open and one of the grunts drops a plate of mystery meat and browning fruit on the floor for you  \n\\\u003eIt definitely looks like the gnoll took a taste or two on the way over  \n\\\u003eYou eat your meal and get back to the task  \n\\\u003eAfter a few more hours, Ngarlu returns to inspect your completed work  \n\\\u003e\"Not too bad, runt. I guess you deserve a break after all y-“  \n\\\u003eShe stops, sniffing the air for a moment  \n\\\u003eThe two of you stare at each other for what feels like forever  \n\\\u003eShe flicks the end of her snout with her thumb  \n\\\u003e\"Get over here, and I'll show you where you're gonna to be sleepin'\"  \n\\\u003eYou follow her to the barracks, neither of you saying a word until you arrive at what seems like a storage closet  \n\\\u003eInside are a small cot and a table  \n\\\u003e\"This will be your home, now,\" she sneers. “Make sure you keep the door closed. Gotta make sure the men don't break you too soon.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're left alone in complete darkness  \n  \n\\\u003eThe next two days follow the same pattern: wake up, get sent to the workshop, take a short break for food, return to your tiny room  \n\\\u003eEach step has someone either guarding you or guiding you around  \n\\\u003eIf it's not Ngarlu herself, it's usually another female leading a few grunts as well  \n\\\u003eThey don't miss a chance to shove you into walls or rip holes in your shirt  \n\\\u003eOn the fourth day in the workshop, you realize just how much you reek from sweat  \n\\\u003eNgarlu seems to notice as well  \n\\\u003e\"Alright, we don't need you stinkin' up the place. You're gonna to have to get cleaned up.\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes you to part of the compound with indoor, tiled showers  \n\\\u003eLooks like the place doesn't get much cleaning, since the drains are clogged with clumps of fur  \n\\\u003e\"Alright, clothes off,\" she says  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't have her gun with her this time, but you're not fighting her hand-to-hand  \n\\\u003eIt's embarrassing to strip in front of her, for sure  \n\\\u003eBut her being non-human almost takes the edge off a bit  \n\\\u003eStill, you remove your underwear much slower than the rest  \n\\\u003eWhen you're fully exposed, Ngarlu gives you a catcall  \n\\\u003e\"No sense coverin' up, runt. You got nothin' I won't see eventually anyway.\"  \n\\\u003eYou turn the water on and step under the streams  \n\\\u003eYou keep facing the wall as you lather up, using a lonely bar of soap that's practically growing mushrooms on it  \n\\\u003eEventually you have to twist and bend to get your whole body clean  \n\\\u003eYou steal a glance at Ngarlu, who looks almost mesmerized by your junk  \n\\\u003eYou turn away and scrub your hair, and that's when you hear the pattering and clicking of her paws on the tiles approaching you  \n\\\u003e\"Get in there deep, runt,\" she says as she digs her nails into your scalp. “You're not bringin' any bugs into my barracks.\"  \n\\\u003eYou let her do her thing, not wanting to piss her off  \n\\\u003eAdmittedly, the “massage\" feels amazing  \n\\\u003eThat is, until she grabs a clump of your hair and pulls you back  \n\\\u003eYou stumble right into her  \n\\\u003eAnd then you're pushed away  \n\\\u003e\"Watch it!\" she barks. “You're gettin' my clothes wet!\"  \n\\\u003eThe whole thing befuddles you  \n\\\u003eSHE pulled your into HER, didn't she?  \n\\\u003e\"Great, now it's all damp,\" she says in what sounds like a practiced tone  \n\\\u003eBefore you can say anything, she grabs the bottom of her flak jacket and pulls it over her head with one fluid jerk, taking her bra off along with it  \n\\\u003eHer weighty breasts bounce free, large in size and lightly furred compared to the rest of her body, each one capped with a dark nipple visible even among the hair  \n\\\u003eCompletely unabashed in her partial nudity  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't give you any time to ogle, and spins you back around to face the wall  \n\\\u003eYour hair is once again combed with her claws, but only from one hand (paw?) this time  \n\\\u003eThe other is wrapped around your waist, dancing a little too close to your groin  \n\\\u003eShe pulls you into her body, clearly not caring about the wetness anymore  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her breasts against your spine, followed by those soft nipples  \n\\\u003eThere's no mistaking how erect they are as they brush against your shoulder blades  \n\\\u003eYou're afraid to move back against her, but she's gripped too tightly on you to escape  \n\\\u003eBut you relax and learn to enjoy it  \n\\\u003eA little too much  \n\\\u003eShe's working through your pits, and then moves to the hair in the south  \n\\\u003eShe skims against your growing arousal with her hand and recoils  \n\\\u003e\"Alright, shower's over.\"  \n\\\u003eShe shuts off the water and tosses you a ragged towel  \n\\\u003eYou go to retrieve your clothes, but she intercepts them  \n\\\u003e\"These are ruined,\" she says, like you're a dog who peed on them. “Wait here.\"  \n\\\u003eYou are left to dry off as she leaves with your things  \n\\\u003eYou think you can hear sniffing right after she leaves your sight  \n\\\u003eIn a few minutes she returns with a new outfit  \n\\\u003eIll-fitting shirt, ripped pants, and some kind of animal-hide vest  \n\\\u003eOnce again you're led back to the barracks, but you walk right by your closet  \n\\\u003eShe stops you at a different room, this one a little bigger than the other and not so dangerously close to the ones occupied by the grunts  \n\\\u003e\"G'night,\" she says after shutting you in  \n  \n\\\u003eThe next week follows a stranger pattern  \n\\\u003eYou toil in the workshop  \n\\\u003eYou're “forced\" to take a shower with Ngarlu, who now wears shorts but still no top  \n\\\u003eAnd then you're led to a completely different bedroom in the evening  \n\\\u003eFirst it's a little farther into the barracks, but soon you're on higher floors  \n\\\u003eNow you're on the “alphas'\" floor, with all the gnoll women who glare at you from their doors  \n\\\u003eNgarlu even drops in to check on your progress in the workshop every hour or so, dropping off more junk for you to sift through  \n\\\u003eYou don't ask where she gets it, though  \n\\\u003eWhat she doesn't give you is a way to cool down as you work up a sweat each day  \n\\\u003eIn fact, the shades on the workshop windows have been torn off completely, cooking you when the sun gets a direct shot  \n\\\u003eThe sweat is profuse now  \n\\\u003eAnd the heat becomes unbearable  \n\\\u003eAnd your temper gets shorter with every electronic you struggle to fix  \n\\\u003eWhen Ngarlu checks up on you late in the day she picks up the bulky television you had been devoting much of your time to  \n\\\u003eYou can vizualize the machine's fate of being dropped to the ground, undoing a few days' worth of effort instantly  \n\\\u003eWithout thinking, you lose your cool  \n\\\u003eYou shout at her to put the television down, your voice reverberating in the workshop  \n\\\u003eAnd she complies  \n\\\u003eNot very gently, mind you  \n\\\u003eThe screen cracks and the components jostle around inside as she slams it on the table  \n\\\u003eAt first you're ready to hear a demon roar at you  \n\\\u003eBut when that doesn't come, you almost think she might CRY from your outburst  \n\\\u003eThe expression on her muzzled face is deadpan for an eternity  \n\\\u003eFinally, those thin black lips part carefully  \n\\\u003e\"You…\" she breathes, sending a chill up your back  \n\\\u003eNgarlu closes the distance, her outstretched arm clearing everything on the table  \n\\\u003eYou're not going to dare yell at her for the damage on all that  \n\\\u003eHer hot breath washes over you as she looms over your dripping body  \n\\\u003e\"You are PERFECT,\" she says in exasperation  \n\\\u003ePardon?  \n\\\u003eIn an instant you're hoisted up and dropped onto the now-vacant table, flanked by her muscular arms  \n\\\u003e\"Do you realize how long I've been waitin' to hear a male raise their tone to me? To CHALLENGE me?\"  \n\\\u003eYou can only smile nervously  \n\\\u003eShe digs her snout into your clothes and then draws in deeply, puffing out her chest into your face as she proceeds to arch her back  \n\\\u003eThe gnoll exhales slowly and looks down to you  \n\\\u003eYou flinch as her mouth opens, but it's only her tongue you see  \n\\\u003eA fairly large tongue, comparatively speaking  \n\\\u003eShe laps up your salty, dripping flesh ravenously  \n\\\u003eThe fear rekindles a bit for a moment  \n\\\u003eShe wouldn't EAT you, right?  \n\\\u003eRight?  \n\\\u003eBut when she stops there's a sultry look to her eyes that you would never expect from such a bestial creature  \n\\\u003e\"Humans have been this girl's secret desire for years,\" she says.   \n\\\u003eIt's a little funny how such a powerhouse of fur, muscle, and primal heritage could talk about herself like she had a teenage crush  \n\\\u003e\"Your smooth skin, your scent, your way of workin' those tools…\"  \n\\\u003eThe subtlety with that one struck you like a rhino to the gut  \n\\\u003eShe pulls her legs onto the table one at a time, now crouched over you  \n\\\u003eThe integrity of the table becomes your biggest fear now  \n\\\u003e\"I want you to fight back a bit,\" she warns you. “I don't mean to hurt you, but as long as ONE of us is enjoying this I ain't stoppin'.\"  \n\\\u003eHer legs splay out on top of your own as she resumes coating you with her tongue  \n\\\u003eYour arms are pinned to the table, the flow of blood getting constricted  \n\\\u003eAt least it has other places to go to  \n\\\u003eYou feel the adrenaline coursing through you, and, heading her words, you push back against her  \n\\\u003eAt first your retaliation is weak, but you soon let loose as if wrestling with a bratty sibling  \n\\\u003eYou know deep down you'd never overpower her, even if you put all your energy into it  \n\\\u003eShe squeezes your legs together with her thighs, redoubling her puppy kisses on your face  \n\\\u003eNow your erection is even trying to fend her off  \n\\\u003eBut the biggest mistake the gnoll makes is letting Anon get a chance to catch his breath  \n\\\u003eWhen she pauses her licking for some air you make the counterattack  \n\\\u003eYour tongue plunges into her muzzle, trying to grapple with her own  \n\\\u003eHer eyes light up for a second before closing dreamily  \n\\\u003eShe obviously likes you taking initiative, so you push your luck a bit  \n\\\u003eWhen you wrench your arms free they dive into her jacket, ripping it open before you slip right in under her bra  \n\\\u003eYou try your damnedest to hold those whole breasts as your palms glide over her nipples  \n\\\u003eNow she's moaning into you, easing back on the strength she's exerting on you  \n\\\u003eThat is, until you try to flip her over  \n\\\u003eAs if sensing your intentions, her vigor floods back and pins you down once more  \n\\\u003e\"Love, you wouldn't make a lady lie on some filthy ol' table, would you?\"  \n\\\u003eShe slides down off the table and pulls you with her by the collar  \n\\\u003e\"If you're tryin' to get dirty, I have a much better place for us.\"  \n\\\u003eNgarlu leads you out the workshop and towards the barracks, with your neck in a teasing chokehold  \n\\\u003eYou ascend higher than you've ever been so far in the barracks  \n\\\u003eUp to the top-most level  \n\\\u003e\"OUT, ALL OF YOU!\" she roars  \n\\\u003eSeveral gnolls loitering in the hall dash back down the stairs  \n\\\u003eA few even run from their own rooms to vacate the floor entirely  \n\\\u003e\"They know when a girl's gotta have her private time,\" she says, beaming  \n\\\u003eShe leads you to the last room on the floor  \n\\\u003eThe largest room in the barracks  \n\\\u003eHER room  \n\\\u003eIt's covered from floor to ceiling in animal pelts, weaponry both prized and retired, wood masks, and even a few paintings of the savannah  \n\\\u003eOh, and your old clothes are peeking out of a dresser drawer, still stained with old sweat  \n\\\u003e\"Lived-in\" comes to mind, but so does “cozy\"  \n\\\u003eShe pulls you over to the bed, perhaps the comfiest you've ever seen before  \n\\\u003e\"Now then, what was it you were tryin' to do, again?\"  \n\\\u003eYou tackle her to the bed and resume being tangled up in her body  \n\\\u003eClothes are torn off along the way without you even realizing it, and you can feel her plush fur brush against your naked skin  \n\\\u003eIt feels even softer than the sheets  \n\\\u003eYou kiss some more, and then you're nipping at her neck  \n\\\u003eHer claws dig into your skin, but don't break the surface  \n\\\u003eIf her tail could escape the smothering, it would probably be wagging furiously  \n\\\u003eNgarlu is completely vulnerable when you crawl back to the end of the bed and pry those meaty thighs apart, exposing the femininity she guards so dearly day after day  \n\\\u003eWell, at least now you know those rumors about gnoll women were bullshit  \n\\\u003eStill, her nether lips are far more pronounced and swollen than you've ever fantasized about human women  \n\\\u003eSo what technique works on a hyena?  \n\\\u003eYou do what you can to pleasure her  \n\\\u003eBurring your nose into the crevice, lapping up her juices, digging into the folds with your fingers  \n\\\u003eHer thighs lock around your head as you nibble on the flesh softly, but she no longer has the strength to deter you  \n\\\u003eShe begins to whimper, her arms bending back and gripping the backboard tight enough that you're positive you hear it cracking  \n\\\u003eYou don't have much time down below before she pulls you closer by the armpits with her feet, curling you into a full embrace  \n\\\u003e\"D-don't go and do somethin' I'm gonna to have to pay you back for later,\" she huffs into your ear. “I'm not gonna do down first…\"  \n\\\u003eWell, you beat her to it anyway  \n\\\u003e\"…So that means we're gonna have to do this together.\"  \n\\\u003eShe props you up on her stomach, leaning forward and coaxing your growth to full length with a few licks and a couple of deep-muzzle sucks  \n\\\u003eIt's just enough to lubricate you  \n\\\u003eShe definitely doesn't want to waste much time on oral  \n\\\u003eOh well, maybe later  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't take lead, as you anticipated, but lets you slide back to her ready entrance  \n\\\u003eAnd so you drive into her  \n\\\u003eThe heat is incredible, and she holds you up with her arms as you begin to buck forward  \n\\\u003eShe's keeping you away at full wingspan, so when you try to fondle her breasts you end up tugging at the teats whenever you draw back  \n\\\u003eHer hands then wrap around you and aid your thrusts, pulling you forward with each grunt  \n\\\u003eIt's not easy to be the top when such a massive creature is essentially using you like a life-size sex toy  \n\\\u003eThe rhythm picks up gradually, and you wonder if the walls are going to be enough to stifle your noises  \n\\\u003eYou kind of hope they aren't  \n\\\u003eThe pace picks up, and you're matting her fur down with your sweat  \n\\\u003eShe bellows and whines, building up the imminent finale  \n\\\u003eYou climax in perfect unison, though Ngarlu's cries drown yours out  \n\\\u003eShe begins to laugh triumphantly as you flop onto her chest  \n\\\u003eIt's still just as infectious, and you join in  \n\\\u003eThe two of you lie together for some time  \n\\\u003eYou gaze at the framed savannahs, and you can faintly hear the wildlife within them  \n\\\u003eAnd sniffing  \n\\\u003e\"Anon,\" she sighs  \n\\\u003eYou're soon switching positions, with her mounted over you  \n\\\u003eThe setting sun through the window is a halo around her wild beauty  \n\\\u003e\"When we're done, you're gonna need a shower\"  \n  \n\\\u003eMonths pass, and the compound is now your home  \n\\\u003eThe gnolls' “visit\" to the human town never comes, as you're eventually seen as a fair exchange  \n\\\u003eYou continue to be their tinkerer, fixing their equipment and even making new commodities like the humans have  \n\\\u003eThe transition into the pack has a rocky beginning  \n\\\u003eThe gnolls who once sized you up to be their next plaything gaze on in confusion to see their leader followed by a human so closely  \n\\\u003eThe women were even a little envious, but Ngarlu made sure everyone knew who you belonged to  \n\\\u003eIt was a turbulent time for a while, as everyone seemed to want you to go back to your hometown  \n\\\u003eThe males because they felt you'd steal away all their women  \n\\\u003eAnd the females because they hoped you could bring back some human men for them  \n\\\u003eEventually, though, a change happened with the male gnolls  \n\\\u003eThey began being more assertive, challenging the dominance of the females  \n\\\u003eOf course, they never got too far   \n\\\u003eThe ladies were always on top, but they loved that the male gnolls were growing more of a backbone  \n\\\u003eHunched ones, but backbones nonetheless  \n\\\u003eWhich means you had Ngarlu all to yourself with no fear of becoming the pack's chew toy or breeding slave  \n\\\u003eAnd speaking of breeding…  \n\\\u003eIt's a cooler, breezy morning out  \n\\\u003eThe kind that keeps you in bed for a little longer than usual, nestled up against the back of your furred lover  \n\\\u003eYou stroke her hair as she stirs awake  \n\\\u003e\"Morning, Anon,\" she says, turning toward you  \n\\\u003eHer gorgeous face comes first, still feral in shape and decoration but breathtaking in passion  \n\\\u003eThen her breasts flop over to rest between you two, stacked heavy and engorged with those perky thick black nipples looking out at you  \n\\\u003eFinally, the gravid swell of her belly arcs over, cradled by her arm  \n\\\u003eIt's absolutely immense, even in spite of her overall size  \n\\\u003eEven the gnoll midwives are shocked  \n\\\u003eShe's apparently got a little more growing to do in the coming weeks  \n\\\u003eYou rub your hands over her stomach, the fur stretched taught to where you can see a little of the skin underneath  \n\\\u003eNobody has the nerve to question her choice in mates, with her holding you close to her swollen middle everywhere you go  \n\\\u003eWhen Ngarlu's waddling around the compound, she's just as commanding and intimidating as ever to the lesser gnolls  \n\\\u003eOnly now when she bullies them, it's usually by threatening to crush them with her bulk  \n\\\u003eOr “shove them up inside to see the cubs\"  \n\\\u003eBut when she's alone with you, she's an entirely different hyena  \n\\\u003eShe strokes her pregnant belly without pause, sometimes leaning over it and laughing in unrepressed rapture  \n\\\u003eMore than once she laughs to the point of tears dripping onto her stomach  \n\\\u003eShe confides in you her happiness; never did she think she'd be gifted with someone like you  \n\\\u003eThat she'd end up taking the best of the worst among the submissive males  \n\\\u003eOn one hand, she would have been much more impressed by the budding confidence of the gnoll men  \n\\\u003eBut on the other hand, it's all thanks to you that they've become what they are in the first place  \n\\\u003eIt's all thanks to you  \n\\\u003e\"Anon\"  \n\\\u003eYou break away from your thoughts, now lost in the gnoll's unbroken love for you  \n\\\u003e\"You're gonna have to get back to workin' on those cribs today,\" she says  \n\\\u003eYou place a palm on her belly, trying to feel for movement  \n\\\u003eNgarlu only laughs  \n\\\u003e\"Not quite,\" she says. “I just want you to get dirty so we can hit the showers.\"  \n\\\u003eAs you rub your thumb over her naval with one hand you bring the other to her muzzle  \n\\\u003eYour lips connect for a good morning morning kiss"}