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"Impressive, right? Lass Evi and Speedball: these two are legends."

The unfamiliar voice pulls me back to reality and I rip my eyes from the photo to really look at the room I entered.

Themotel's reception is fitting its outside: clean but rustic, plain white walls and cheap linoleumbut warm lights, a few fake potted plants. The most alien thing here, to me, is all the mob rugby-related merchandise.

Thenewguy speaking is a blocky crocodile, that looks way too tight in his uniform. The tiny hat precariously balanced on his flat skull is especially ill-fitting.His badge introduces him as "Johnny"(probably a pseudonym, easier to memorize than his true name for foreigner tourists).

Charlotte joins the discussion: "Hihi, Evi? That sounds so cute and gentle for someone this epic! Does she have a nickname? Something like the Fist of Thunder, or the JawBreakingGoddess?"

The croc chuckles at that. "Well, actually, Miss, Evi would be the nickname."

At her turn, Umenzi enters the chat to share her guide knowledge with us: "Back then, it was already a hyena custom to use gentler diminutivesfortheirtitles. Nowadays, they also tend to shorten their namesto... soften them for modern ears."

The receptionistleans overour tiny Pomeranian and clears his voice to build up the suspense: "Her full and proper name was... Lady Evisceraptor!"

"You got to be kidding me!"

"I swear I'm not."

"That's her real, real_,_name?"

"It is."

"Awesome!"

"You bet, Miss! She knocked so many opponents out that the tales say she was a great part in the establishment of the 'concussion protocols'.Whichwould save lives for the years after."

The painted dog smirks. "Well, according to the historians, her role in that wasn't limited to crack so many noggins open it couldno longerbe ignored: she was an adamant militant of making her sport safer, ironically for the most dangerous member of theSavageSeven. Andit wasa time whenthiswas consideredshamefully weak... one had to be viciously determined, and a massive powerhouse, to force mentalities to evolve."

"True, Miss, true. But I like the legendsbetter!"

Charlotte ponders briefly. "I think I like both stories very much, each in its own way. How about Speedball?"

Umenzi nudges my ribs: "Listen to this one, Tommie, you can learn from him: so, back then, gazelles were not willing participants. Speedballwas one out of many unlucky victims of hyena raids, abducted from his home and forced into what had to be a terrifying experience for his kind.He chose, however, not to passivelyendure but instead to play the cardshe was dealt.Vicariously. For he understood that he was in apositionwhere he mightchange the clans' view on his entire species, and thus help his brothers and sisters. So,Speedballtrained hard and he used his brain..."

"He was damn good!"adds the croc. "Cunning. Reading the field. He created the bases of ball tactics later gazelles would build up on. He set things in motion that would change the sport."

"And the minds as well. You could say he was the first non-hyena star of the sport. He wouldnot see success in his lifetime, sadly, but all great figures of the later abolitionist movements would cite him as an inspiration. And in the end, they wan. Speedballcouldn't end the slavery --and turn one of itsmain symbols into an icon of liberation-- on his own... but he lodged a wedge firmly in, forthe next generations topush onto."

"Wow..." I can't even begin to imagine how brave that guy had to be!

--

A second crocodile, a female with a white apron, is arriving from the kitchen. This cues Johnnyto switch the conversation's topic. "Ah, but you lot must be hungry and your throatshave to be dusty after the trip: I'll leave you to Emma who will take your orders." He winks. "We have a little White-Bill that goes wonderfully with the last plus-pluses."

The new-coming female ahems with a reproachful look and turns to me. "Sorry about this: would you like a separate table, Miss? Maybe would you like an appetizer at your table, while I take the predators' order?"

I have a grateful smile for her being so caring, but shake my head. "Oh, no, thank you. I'm comfortable eating with everyone. Don't mind me." I look down at Charlotte. "And don't refrain ordering your plus-plus because of me."

"Alright!"

She's the first to rush to the phone and dial 2823. I perk my ears, I've always beensomewhat mesmerized by the odd,androgynous,artificial voice that comes next: "Good evening, you reached theCube Central. If you need to hear the _*beep*_tutorial, plea..." Impatient regular patron, the dogpresses the right button before getting full instructions;and the machine cuts itssentence short after a delay. "Please repeat: para-ultimate."

"Para-ultimate."

"Caligrapheme."

"Caligrapheme."

"Blue."

"Blue."

"Thank you, your voice has_*beep*_successfully _*boop* *beep*..._Please dial _*beep* *beep* *boopboop*..._Thank you, your order is: two*beep*... Validated. Thank yo..." And she hangs off. In the kitchen, ateleprinter clicks briefly. The next dog in line takes her place to start the same ritual while she orders hercubes minced and grilled with fries, a glass of White-Billwine,and home-made dog biscuits with strawberryice cream,from the croc lady.

--

Labs growing biological tissues invitro have been there since a long while. Granting immortality and fast growth to muscle and fat cells --cancer, basically, but it's poor taste to mention that-- is a more recent advance... but it's really the logistics, howeverlessscify and amazing as theysound compared to the rest, that changed the world: factories, transports, a clever quota system to keep the flowsustainable. Purely artificial meat for each and every carnivore, for free, unconditionally, from weaningto death.There isn't even a registration process: you repeat the Central's random words;on your first time,it'll learn your voice;from then,it'll recognize you. Well, I heard it wasn't truly identifying individuals, it's a fuzzy recognition, by groups, but that's enough to control the flux.

Allthis is complimentarily offered by us herbivores. Some say it's unfair, and even a continuation of the past's oppression,that _we_still have to take care of feeding them. I, on the other hand, as many others,like the idea that they will never grow hungry, and howwe have securecontrol on the process guaranteeing that. I'm a prey species, I still often feel anxious when I walk alone in open spaces. But I do not know terror, and I'm glad for that.

It almost failed in the beginning: we first chose tasty individuals to grow cells from. Some professional "tasters" would smell them and taste a sample of blood, thenlatertestthe first cubes ofthose who passed selection. But that meant that carnivores knew thesefamouslydeliciousones existed somewhere,andsomespecieshave terribly efficient noses. Incidentshappened. Bad incidents.The program was nearly canceled.

Wethenspliced the cells into something more artificial, creating the "basic" cubes. It was better, but the flavorwasn't as great and,so,we were afraid it might not fully clench the hunger of every carnivoreforever.Thusit was decided to continue the old way, _but_only to distribute these cubes seventy years after the sampled individual's death. Thus a wait periodduring the transition.

About thirty years later, the splicers got better at creating full-artificial cube, with more flavor and texture. It was the "plus cubes". Lately, the waitperiod forthe first subjects ended, granting the "plus-plus cubes" to the predators. These are the rage by now! It's still fresh enough so they are both self-conscious and excited, and the lines had to be updated hurriedly to follow demand as some particular individuals, like A3B5 or A7U1--a chicken and a pig--,becameimmensely popular!

And how does it make us preys feel? _Pretty_weird, indeed. But also _pretty_safe.

--

We are sitting in the dining room, before wide windows. The sun finished setting and wind is blowing up dust that makes the stars invisible: we can only see a void outside, enlightened by the hostel only on a few meters. Sometimes, one of the parking guards appears, walks by and vanishes again. It makes the inside feel even more cozy in contrast, especially with the whole pack chatting and chuckling around.

I'm the first served, to get a head start on the notoriouslyfast eating canines: salad, with extra cereals, cactus slices,and mustard sauce. The plain plate and utensils,on a laminate table that wobbles a little,may not be classy, but the food tastes delicious!

Most others get A3B5. I easily recognize him from hisvivid blue color: the cubes are, as the name suggests, five centimeters widecubes, smooth and featureless, and are colored to further make them abstract. It's not even uncomfortable to watch for me... I wonder if we reached the point where predators would findthe look ofreal meat disgusting?

Still, how fast they all wolf down their plates is a touch unnerving! I try not to waste my time, but am only halfway through my main course when everyone else finishes.

Itwould feel bad to be left alone when Charlotte goes on exploring, especially now that I'm so far away from my herd, in such an alien place, so close to the hyenas' territory. So I follow her around with my plate. I hope the crocs won't mind.

I'm no longer smelling feminine, too, so my clothes and my efforts with my voice and posture won't fool anyone anymore: another reason to be uneasy and to try my best hiding behind a dog half my size.

--

"Oh! My! Goodness! Will you look at that?"

Iam. Of course, I am;I can't even look away: we found the gift shop, and it has spiked collars, handcuffs, and--which is what caught Charlotte's attention--a full shelf of strap-on dildos.

"I want the biggest one! The zebra, here!"

"It'sbigger thanyour arm!"

"Yes!"

"What will you even do with that monstrosity?"

"Peg male hyenas!" She pouts at some concern. "Will it fit, tho?"

Suyo, who is putting a fresh,non-lighted, cigarillo in his muzzle after dinner, casually observes the huge toy. "A bit too muchfor most, I believe."

The Pomeranian's tail resumes wagging at the chance of getting advice. "You know these things?"

"Not well, Madame. But I visited the Seven Daggers once, and I've seen things. This one is bigcompared to their usual."

I realize there might be a hyena-related reason why there's a bloody sex shop in the middle of the motel. "You mean... that's the kind of things seen at the Seven Daggers? Like... in the open?"

"Oh, yes, it happens. They are a lot more sexually liberated than your home town, Miss."

"And they're SM as fuck!" adds my friend. "I told you it was going to be adult vacations!"

"I had not realized you meant it this way..."

"Never mind! Suyo! Which one should I buy? Which is the biggest that I can actually use?"

The dog leans forward pensively, "hum..." and takes his time checking the toys.

Which is when Umenzi appears in my back by surprise: "It willprobablybeSwara's first time, so I wouldn't gotoo challenging right away. Try the lion-shaped one, you can upgrade later, and don't forget the magic three:patience, gentleness, and lubrication."

"Hey! It's not for me!"

Charlotte bursts into laughter.

Of course,the evil guide is not done embarrassing me: "By the way, did you know that strap-ons were mostly a Mob player specialty and that it was all your fault?"

"What do you mean, my fault?"

"No, silly, not you specifically. Gazelles. You see, hyenas are strongly matriarchal. They are not so naturally impressed by the almighty penis,and penetration is not a displayof domination by default in their culture. But the Mob players are close to gazelle boys. And _you_are highly patriarchal, so hard intopegging. Domination is a two-way road, so if the submissives love one thing, it tends to imprint on their dominants."

The Pomeranian listens to all that with fascination. "Interesting! I had not thought about how their culture would affect their approach to BDSM. Do you have other examples?"

"Certainly!" She points me with a wide, toothy, smile. "This!Crossdressing. It probably makes our Pastu boy all hot and bothered because of howhe associates feminity with weakness, submission, and being some kind of elevated livestock for the rich innersfolks. This cute skirtstripshim from his precious manliness and makes him all vulnerable."

"Ooooh... But none of this works for hyenas."

"Exactly, and yet they willlike him. To them, the exciting transgression works the other way around: applying feminine symbols of power to a lowly male, thus expressing how, even with all the accessories, he is essentially inferior.And some of the attitudes coded as feminines for us are masculine for them.Diametrically opposed takes, but same result: both culturesare fond of their femboys."

"Fascinating! But also... quite sexist."

"BDSM often plays with unsavory aspects of one's culture. When the participants are self-aware, the potential to explore and to safely relieve what the said culture sneakily imprints in allof us can be a sane thing."

"You know a lot about it!"

Did I detect a faint sign of embarrassment in Umenzi's expression,before she concealedit? "Of course, Madame: I'm a professional trip organizer. I know everything about every topic related tomy customers' vacations."

"Alright! So which one should I buy?"

Eventually, she buys a dog-shaped one. Pretty big,red, and the thick knot and narrower tip allows some versatility.

She also gets lubes. Lots of lubes. All the lubes: they have it in different viscosities, colors, and flavors, and she wants to match the taste of any male hyena she will catch.

Beware the dog, Dagger boys!

--

Time to go to bed, after a long, long, day. It's a relief. I'm pleased to get rid of my girly costume and to share my room with Suyo and Mbawa, the two members of the pack I'm the most comfortable with.

Theroom's bed has atall headboard: not many visitors of my species, apparently;I'll have to sleep on my bellyto avoid clicking my horns on the wood all the time.

Charlotte sneaks,in her bathrobe,as I'm finishing to brush my teeth.

"Hey. Can we speak a minute?"

"Of course!"

"It was a rough day for you, wasn't it? I know that I'm asking a lot from you. Are you okay?"

I smile. "Yes. I'm nervous, but... I was expecting this when I agreed to come. It's part of what adventures are about, right?"

"Right! I'm very glad to have you Mhara. Youare so fun..." She looks around to check that nobody is spying on us. "And I'm also a bit intimidated,myself. But it will go well, I'm sure!"

"I'm sure too!"

"Now, there's one thing. Earlier, when Umenzi teased you about the strap-on, you almost jumped!"

"Gah, can I be honest? I'm not sure if I like her. She's all smiles when you're around, but in truth... she has some mean streak."

"Oh? Well, it'll be alright: we'll staytogether now, so she'll have to stay nice with you."

"Cool."

"Now,back to the strap-on. I want you to please take a big breath, take your time, and tell me honestly if you would hate it that much if Itriedit on you?"

"You... want to..."

"Hey, of course! Don't you know meyet?But not now, really, I have too many other things to focus on.So, it's not the point. Don't mind that, just try to answer me."

I take a big sip of air and a moment to consider. Then, face reddening, I whisper: "I... might enjoy that. I think. I guess I'd like to try sometime."

"Hihi, I _knew_it! It's like when we first met, do you remember?"

"How could I forget?"

"You immediately wanted to reject me. Knee-jerk reaction... probably a prey instinct, I can understand that. I had to push you a little, and, in the end, you loved to be played with."

"I did. You're good."

Her expression grows more worried. "Now, consider this... We are about to enter some way wilder territories. And free consent is an absolute must to play theirgames safely. And I want to keep you safe, you understand?"

"I trust you do. And... thank you for it."

"Yes, but... I will not be able to push you this time. Not safely. It was alright to help you to break your shell back there, to take responsibility in your place so all you had to do was toenjoy the ride without facing your insecurities. I had fun!But this won't work here... What I'm trying to say is that you will have to allow yourself to say 'yes', and to askforwhat you desire. Or else you might miss on all the incredible opportunities this adventure has for you. And itwouldmake me very sad."

This was way deeper than what I expected and caught me completely off guard. I can just stare at her unable to find my words.

"Hihi. There there, boy. Bend down." I obey, onautopilot, and she gets on her toes to kiss my nose. She lets out a deep sigh and recovers her smile. "So... think about it, will you? I'm glad we could talk about this. Goodnight!"

And on this, she trots away.

After that dropped bomb, findingsleep provesharder than expected. I'll think a lot about what I wantand what restrains me.

Also, Mbawa yaps at random intervalsin his dreams.

Meet the Daggers

The sun is not too high,and the temperature is pleasant for a hike.We have been walking at Charlotte's pace for about one hour: she didn't feel like using the Gwinyai's foldable sedan chair.

The painted dogs are carrying our luggage. Well, hers, mostly, and now that I can see each of the fifteen canines with about their own weight in bags or chests on the back... I almost stop resenting Umenzi for having discarded most of my stuff the day before.

The horizon is clearer than yesterday and we can see the big city's outline far in our front, with its tall tower: one of the seven "Daggers"; two more are in other smaller cities, and the last fours are rock formations.

Nearer, the plain is spotted with temporary camps, each with its own banners. Most use two colors from black, white, and red, with skulls, bones, hearts or weapons as the patterns' themes.Thismakes it hard to recognize them without binoculars. The one that is our destinationis easier,because one of itsbanners has thin light blue, then pink,stripes on the edges.

We met other visitors from the motel,when getting up,but didn't walk together: each goes to their own camp, to be welcomed and authorized further by the clan whoinvited them.

We're going to meet our first hyenas for real! Our camp just noticed us and a group got out, "chuckled" loudlyat us, and is now marching in our direction. I'm both nervous and excited. Charlotte is so hyped she might just blow up before they arrive. Our guides/porters let us walk in front andwentsilent: their species have a bad history with the clans, so careful protocol is important,until the ice is broken.

--

One member of our welcoming committee, who is holding their banner,is lacking his right forearm and left leg.He's walking on a prosthesis with his head a little sideways. When Charlotte spots him for good, she screams"Kura!" and starts running to him like crazy. Since neither me nor the remaining dogs dare to "charge" the same way, catching back is a very awkward moment.

She jumped into his arms, and he's carrying her on his shoulder when we arrive. The weird head tilt proves convenient to give her room. "Hello and welcome to all of you!"

"He's my childhood friend! The one I told you about! From the orphanage!"explains the surexited Pomeranian. "So, Kura, this is my best friend from Pastu, Mhara. But you can call 'her' Swara for now. And theyare the Gwinyai pack, my trip organizers who are super good."

We exchange a few polite hellos.

Kura is tall, thick, strong, rustic. He has the typical hunched neck, massive jaw, and rough crest of his species and adorns a black rubber jacket which imitates leather. Something that would be extremely tasteless everywhere else, but seeing the others I suspect it's common here. Speaking of them, he makes the presentations: "Grand Mistress Kills for Fun --you can call her Granny Ki--, my clan's leader, makes you the honor of welcoming you personally."

Alright, I'd like to take back saying that he was tall, thick, and strong:when "Granny", who isn't that old, comes closer, he looks minuscule, slim, and weak. Calling her a brick house would be generous for brick houses. She adorns a high-cut red leather jacketand gloveswith spikes everywhere, a SM-style black rubber hood with a red cross over the nose edge and mouth, and a... rather cute rubber skirt. This really highlights all the boobs, pecs, and huge fangs. "Don't be intimidated," she growls with thematching commanding voice.

"H-honored..."

"And here's Mistress Laughs in Darkness --you can call her Miss Laughsy--, one our best player."

So, this one is _slightly_less humongous, but makes up for it in the lean and mean department. Her fur is nearlyblack, save the dyed pink mohawk,and her face serious. She has a more restrained rubber bodice --I can't believe I just said this sentence--,with pink thread drawing a vulture'sskull in the back, and just panties below. Also black and pink. "Nice to meet you."

"And finally, Lady Bloody Teeth --Lass Bloo for friends--,a guest from the Mudlark clan I told you about, who wanted to greetyou as well."

This one is a good head shorter and has a less frightening expression. She wears a simple mesh shirt, tape over her nipples, anda black skirt with several frilly layersof laceworkunder. As this would be way too plain otherwise, her face is full of piercings and chains, and all her teeth are somehow colored bright red. "Cute girl," she makes, winking down over me.Her smile hesitates, thenfades away when I get pale and start wobbling.

Suyo fortunately catches me before I fall... and from this moment, things get a bit blurry.

--

"Oh thank goodness, he's coming back!"

I hear Charlotte and feel someone gently massaging my ear between two fingers. It'svery pleasant and relaxing, very soothing. My head is still spinning some, but it's getting better.

"He had a reflex syncope. It's unfortunately not uncommon with our rareherbivore visitors: herd separation, the stress of the trip,and then a bunch of Daggers. We can be instinct-triggering for them. He will be fine, it's really nothing. And he will acclimatizefast, once he sees thatwe areallfriendly." The ear massage stops. "Take my place, it's better if it's your face that he sees first." I think this was Granny Ki'sdeepvoice, and,evenin the blur of my sidevision,her facial red cross wasrecognizable.

Smaller fingers toy with my ear in a less expert way.

I recover my sensesin a tent and spend the next minutes gradually getting used to the camp: the place looks like some post-apo BDSM pride, full of outrageously costumed female hyenas with tasteless names, and slightly less outrageous males with normal ones. But everyone seems nice, when you go past the appearances. Somehow, getting kind care and tender ear massages from someone called "Kills for Fun" helps relativize.

Soon, I'm less terrified than sorry I spoiled the moment for everyone and made them worry. But nobody is resenting me, and only Charlotte was actually impressed by the scene.

--

Alright, hyena camp, take two! I'm walking around and visiting with Umenzi, Charlotte, and Kura. The last two are chatting happily.

"So, you're not wearing your arm prothesis?"

"Oh, I stopped that a long time ago! The leg one changed my life: being able to run, freeing my crutch-holding hand... boy was it good stuff! But the arm? I know in theory it's better, but when you spent so many years without... It was such a bother having to learn to do everything again, while I was doing fine without. And it never felt like a part of me, it kept looking weird. Who needs _two_hands, anyways?"

"Eh, who cares about 'supposed', _you_know what you need!" She pauses to look up at him. "Wow... you're so big now! I have a hard time believing I used to be taller than you!"

"Hehehe, guess you'd have a hard time shoving me into alocker anymore, right?"

"And pouncing youdown!"

My worried look makes the hyena chuckle. "Oh, boy!I must make her sound like a horrible bully. She... used to be rough and tumble, but it was never mean. It must be strange to hear, but I have fond memories of being headlocked by that cotton balldevil."

I nod to that. "Oh, don't worry. I know exactly how you feel."

"Hum, no, I doubt you know. You see, at the time, not all the children were kind to someone as different as me. But the worst of all was their pity: even the meanest ones, they would say horrible things but they wouldn't physically bully me. Hitting the crippled runt was way too uncool. She's the only one who couldn't care less and treated me like a real person.Charlotte is a precious one."

The Pomeranian's inner ears are turning all pink. "I wish the director had thought the same!"

"Oh, yes! You got so much trouble because of me! You were in tears every time you came back from his office, after being lectured for being a bad puppy!"

"Hihihi, oh my goodness, yes! It was awful!"

He winks to me. "But it never stopped her. Do you know what she did, after the first time it happened?"

I ponder, but have no clue. "No?"

"The two things the director would never do, because he was sure to know better: she asked me how I felt about it, and she listened."

She punches him in the leg. "Alright, alright, enough of that! You're making me blush. Let's talk about the male league, instead, how are you... Ooooh my goodness!Is it a lion?"

The guy who abruptly cut her line of thoughts mid-sentence is, indeed, a lion. But a brief doubt is forgivable, because his typical lush mane has been shaved short. He's also entirely naked, save a thick collar and a cute blue ribbon,tied in a bowat the root of his tail. Other than these gender-blurring details, he's as manly and muscular as one would expect, and seems perfectly comfortable despite the situation.

"Ah, I think he's Bloo's last plaything. I don't recall his name..."

"He's sooo cute!"

Umenzi seems interested: she has the same smug and playful expression on her face as when she's about to tease me. "Giventhehyenas'history with lions, for one to be allowed in the Daggers' territory, he must be a very pliable submissive. Do you want to see something amusing, Madame?"

"Always!"

Kura is skeptical, but doesn't intervene. He just settles to watch with curiosity.

The painted dog smiles ferociously and walks to come standing in the lion's path. He stops. She snaps her fingers and points down. "Hey, subby boy. Kiss my toes, slut."

Long silence. The male first shows no expression, and then he nods with a polite smile. But he doesn't obey.Instead, he plucks her hat delicately, then lands a huge hand on top of her skull. He grabs her, effortlessly, to lift her off the ground so her eyes are at his level. Then, with a perfectly quiet, rather soft, voice: "You are correct, Miss, I am a submissive. But that doesn't mean I am yours. Your behavior is very rude and makes me uncomfortable."

Umenzi's entire body is tensed and she's grimacing. She can't help her tail from tucking. "Ghhf...M-my mistake..."

He places her down, returns her hat, and carefullyadjusts it back in position. "No hard feelings." And he walks by.

This was scary! But now it ended without anyone being hurt, my heart swells with joy at the guide getting herjustcomeuppance,for once! She's trying to play it cool, but her scruff is still all raised!

"We learned something about the Daggers'etiquette," makes an amused Kura, "didn't we, Charlotte? Charlotte?"

With him, I realize that the Pomeranian trotted away. She's not far: the lion couldn't make four steps before having to stop to avoidtrippingon her.

"Hi! I'm Charlotte! You are very beautiful and sexy, and I like that you can be a submissive and also stand your ground. What you do is good and you deserve respect!" There's a loaded silence, which he doesn't break because it's obvious that the wagging mini-dog is about to add more. She draws a long breath, points down in a muchless commanding way than Umenzi, and shoots with her most radiant smile: "Kiss my foot, please?"

"What if I declined?"

"I would be disappointed, but I would understand that you owe me nothing and have the right to choose so. And hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Long silence again. I forget to breathe. He smiles and nods again. "Well, when it's demanded politely..." He lowers himself graciously down on one knee, then the other, flattens his ears and slowly prostrateslow on all fours toland a respectful kiss on her toes' tip. He even holds the pose. At this point, I think it's a miracle that Charlotte's tail doesn't detach from her body nor make her fly!

"What is your name?"

"Zaki, Madame."

"Thank you, Zaki. Now, I'm going to pin you down; if you allow me to."

"I do. Thank you, Madame." He further flattens himself into the dust at her feet, keeping his eyes locked on them, fully relaxed.

Charlotte steps on his face and grinds a little before shifting all her modest weight there. She looks triumphant! She stretches the moment for a while, the time to send the happiest smile I ever saw to each of us three, then pulls her foot away. "Good boy, Zaki!I _really_appreciated that. I like you a lot! thank you again!"

He stands back up and wipes his bare chest from some dust. He's not too expressive, but he looks, oddly, more appeasedthan ever. And he slow-blinks when bowing to her, which I know is a friendly signalfor felines. "I like you as well, Madame, and I think you will fit nicely in the clan during your stay. I'm unfortunately awaited elsewhere, may I be allowed to dismiss, please?"

"You may. Thank you again!"

And the lion is, at last, allowed to leave without being stopped.

But the show is not finished! It's Charlotte's turn to see herreturningpathblocked. The dark Miss Laughsy, arms crossed, stands tall in her way to look down at her with a cold, stern, face. "Not so fast, Pom-pom. I saw what you did, and I cannot allowa visitor actthiswaywithout..." Herstern expression vanishes, turninginto a gleeful, proud, smile! "Buying you a drink! You have a real potential for command, girl!"

Beg and You Shall Receive

Laughsy crushes her empty can of fizzy-mango on her forehead and sighs with content. She downed the thing in one go.

We're into the bar tent. As the others, it has a wide opening to the outside, many carpets to decorate the floor and walls --with the same dominant colors and patterns as the banners--,and wooden furniture. Many cushions add some pink, fluffy, or zebra touches here and there.

Umenzi leans on a support pole by the entrance, still agitated from earlier. I tag along.

Charlotte is taking her time savoring her own can. "So, do you have a plaything yourself?"

The hyena chuckles in her species special way. "I even have several. I'm training the team's balls, and doing some bonding activities with them and the girls." The eyes she had and the way she pronounced "bonding activities" make me shiver without knowing exactly why. "I will introduce two of them to you, oncethe male one is done sulking."

"Oh, there's a problem with him?"

New chuckles, and she waves a dismissing hand. "Nothing but the usual, don't worry! Here's what happened: when I knew you would come, I thought I'd introduce you to Curveball..."

"Ooooh! Yes! Thefamousfemale ball from male league!"

"I knew you'd enjoy meeting her! Now, Trickshot is the local topmale. I initially didn't invite him so he could stay focused before the incoming match... but the moment he heard you brought another male and 'his' female would get near, he got a bad burst ofthemacho."

"Oh, wow. I hope he's not too angry against Swara!"

"Nah, your pointy boy is safe. Trickshot is a drama queen, but he's really adorable. Even if he tries to pretend otherwise when his ego is on the line. No, he's angry at me. But it's not uncommon, I like his fiery side!"

"What will you do, then?"

"I will first completely ignore him, because he has to learn that I'm the one who makes the decisions and has initiative. Then, once he's frustrated enough, I'll give him the severe spanking and all thecuddleshe desires, because he's my good boy even in his bratty days. And then I'll introduce the duo to you, so you get to meet both the male and female league's star balls."

"Sweet!Too bad you can't show me how you handle a 'boy'yet, then...but maybe later?"

The hyena's eyes cross mines, she has a faint smile and I tense all straight on my seat... and she returns to Charlotte with a wider smile: "Definitely later."

If this happened a few days earlier, I would have had a stress rush, and then dismissed it as a false alert. But there was that conversation last evening, and today I understand what I would have missed: Laughsy just sent me a sign; I immediately rejected the option on instinctive reflex; she will not push. I ask myself how I honestly feel about it.

I want it bad! Is it too late? If I don't take up on the Pomeranian's advice and do my part now, I'll probably never manage to.

For once, I deliberately deny myself further pondering and figuratively push myself off the cliff: "Uh... M-Miss Laughsy?" I need to stop to steady my voice and to swallow, my throat is so tight. "I-if you want to, I... I'd be happy to help you with a demo." Oh, wow, this sounded so cringy! Terrible, terrible, submissive flirt!

The dark lady glances at me from head to toes, but her face shows approval. "Good effort, boy. Luck rewards the brave." She turns back to the Pomeranian, whose tail just sent a pillow flying. "May I use your pointy, Pop-pom?"

"Yes! But don't break him!"

"I'llbe careful." She stands up and moves one seat away, leaving a spot between herselfand my friend, which she pats: "Go give allyour clothes to the bartender, except your collar and bracelets, and ask for two soft ropesin exchange: four and six meters.Then park your butt here."

"Y-yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss." Oh, dear! I'm in for it!

--

Stripping in the open, in a crowded place, feels unreal. Some unknown hyenas are openly watching me, but they are casual about it. Several don't even pay any attention to the event: it's perfectly normal to them.

I'm half erect already, and my face is burning. I mumble somethinginarticulateto the bartender, who fortunately overheard the order. She confiscates my clothing with a reassuring smile, and hand me my two lengths of red rope.

I return on trembling legs, and am halted short from the seat by Laughsy's raised hand. "Hold it. Grab your horns and spin around, slowly. Let us see the goods."

I obey. Grabbing my horns forces me to keep my arms away from my body, allowing no covering at all. During my slow spin, I oversee Umenzi, who's recovering half a smirk. I decide I don't care how she'll judge me! The lady nods when I'm done and I perch myself on the seat with my legs tight together and my hands on my lap.

"Do you know what a safeword is, boy?"

"Yes, Miss: it's a code a submissive can use to stop if he needs to."

"Exactly. Today, yours is 'fizzy-mango'. Hands on your side, resting on your seat, and don't move them. And cross your ankles."

I look at Charlotte for support while adjusting my pose. She's captivated by the show, and grants me her warmest, proudest, smile: it helps me not to panic as the hyena grabs the rope and gets off her seat.Not without giving my neck an encouraging rub.

Soon, my ankles are secured together, snug but not too tight. She left a long free length of rope, that she uses to tug them up. I'm forced to spread my knees lewdly. I gasp and clench my fingers on my seat when she next grabs and tug at my balls with a hand. The other loops and ties the rope there: now I have to keep my ankles up if I don't want to yank on my sac.

"Awesome. So simple, yet so efficient! I like how it half unsheathes him!"

"Do you want to finish that, pop-pom? Do you want to touch him?"

"I can?"

"Of course, hun, isn't he your pointy?"

Charlotte nearly squeaks in joyful excitement. She reaches a hand toward my penis, but stops at the sudden realization of all the possibilities.On a second thought, she instead gives my butt a playful slap and grab at my tail while caressing and exploring my sides with her blunt-clawed fingers. I can't hold my first needy moan when she pinches my left nipple.Only then,her fingers return to my crotch. I'm breathing shortalready. She wraps her hand around me,but doesn't tighten, not really touching... and bites my shoulder hard.

"Hhhah!" I bravely keep my hands still, barely --and am lucky I don't yank my nuts too hard in my shiver--, but I completely erect and fill up her hand in a matter of seconds. As a reward, she pumps on my length twice, the second pulling my sheath all the way down. To my regret, she pulls her hand away... which allows me to better focus onhow completelyexposed I am.

Laughsy reaches a finger at her turn to coat my first bead of pre under my tip, in slow and light circular rubs. "You're a natural."

"He won't hold for long... Shouldn't you tie his arms too?"

"He will hold for as long as we decide he has to, hun: I know exactly how to keep a pointy on the edge. I'm leaving his hands free on purpose for now: I want him to restrain himself on his own will. It's part of the exercise."

"Ooooh, cool."

She's still caressing, too light and too slow, driving me crazy with desire. "So, you're a Pastu bachelor, Swara?"

"Hhfff hfff... y-yes, Miss..."

"Not a status where you often get girls to touch you like I'm doing, is it? You poor thing must be needy and pent-up?"

She adds a second finger to apply a bit of pressure, and this shatters all my will to hang on any straw of dignity: "Hah! Yes, Miss! Oh please, I need it so much!"

"That's the spirit, good boy." She lets go, leaving my slim memberbobbing up and down. "But it is no much fun to give you that without making youworkto deserve it!"

"Hihihi, you are soooo mean to him!"

"And I'm barely starting. Don't feel pity for him: to fully surrender himself, he needs someone who knows how to take, how to challenge him to make his efforts valuable. He may not realize it right now, but he'll be grateful later for how merciless I am."

I have mixed feelings because I'm so desperate, but everything about this is insanely hot. I throb and dribble some more pre.

"See?" makes the hyena. She pulls a small round object, connected to a remote, from a pocket and attach it with an elastic strap right under my tip.

I'm unfamiliar with these and only discover it's a vibrator when she turns it on to its maximum setting. "Ah! Oh dear... hff..." My pleasure rises, uncontrollable, racing fast toward climax. She turns the toy off. "Nnnooohhhfff..."

"Hands still, boy."

I twitch and hunch, in terrible frustration, belly clenched, to shoot a clear rope onto my bound ankles.

"Awesome! But... did you miss? He came already?"

My tormentor has a good laugh at this. "Oh, no, hun. It was just pre! Your pointy is far from relief yet.And,unfortunately for him, his body gives excellent tells." Her thumb sets the toy to its weakest setting. "Which means that I'll be able to show you some _good_edging, despite not having practiced him before. It's a game that plays at a quiet pace, however, so settle comfortably, grab back your drink, and let's chat."

"Will you let him cum at the end?"

"No."

My ears flatten and tears come to my ears at this simple word. My pleasure is raising soslowit's torture, but unescapably, again. It's the worst! It's the best! And I know it's only starting!

--

Laughsy didn't lie. She puts me through completely unbearable edging for what seems like an eternity. It keeps getting worse and worse overtime; my frustration is agonizing, and knowing that she has no plan to eventually allow me any "happy end" is killing me.

I'm often bursting into miserable begging, which are ignored. She'll only say a quiet "hands still" when I squirm too much, otherwise chatting with Charlotte. My legs are growing tired and trembling, and I tug on my balls more and more.

I'm not exactly attentive to the discussion, but I vaguely discover that the Pomeranian plans to sponsor the male league and has a lot of people to meet and questions to ask to make her plans about promoting it concrete. So it's not just fun vacations?

When my balls get too blue, I'm allowed a break. The hyena unties them, but not my ankles, and allow me to stretch my legs. Watching all the pre that leaked on my balls and nostrils flaring at the scent, Charlotte growls with a heavier voice than usual: "It's so lovely... but, oh my goodness!I can't take it anymore either!"

Laughsy's eyes narrow and her amused smile gets predatory. "I was wondering,Pop-pom... do you like females?"

"Oh my! When they are as awesome as you, yes! So much yes! But I don't like to submit, tho..."

"I can do equals-sex, if the girl is as lovely as you are!"

The duo exchange a very playful and hungry smile.

I get my balls secured again and my arms are tied in my back and to my tail.

"You don't free him?"

"That would be mean. He deserves to cool down sinking in his well-deserved helplessness." She ruffles my ears. "Relax. Surrender. Just live the moment, boy. You did well." She looks away and I only notice Bloody Teeth, sitting on her lion, fondly spying on us from a far corner. "Would you mind watching after him for me, Bloo?"

"Not one bit. Have fun, you two!"

"Thank you! His safeword is 'fizzy-mango'."

And so, the duo abandons me tied up and needy, presumably to have hot and steamy lesbian sex. I hunch miserably, beat. But despite all the frustration, some deep part of me has never been so fulfilled in my entire life.

Meet the Balls

This is a new experience on its own. Stripped from any possibility, placed in the most humiliating situation possible --without being mocked for it--, and knowing someone strong is keeping me safe, I am... content, for lack of a better word. Floating in my hyper-focused bubble --having to do efforts to hold my legs up helps--, just awaiting for Charlotte and company to decide to use or free me and oddly happy about it. My mind is nearly blank, and the world is super simple for now. So is my purpose in life: be good and quiet, and wait.

Bloo helped me to drink some water with a straw, and she brieflyuntied my balls and allowed my legs to rest four times already, silently. But these areher only interactionswith me: she's relaxing, having a few chats of her own, mostly ignoring me. She doesn't pop my bubble.

The two visitors arriving after a while, on the other hand, will.

--

They are two gazelles, one male and one female. Both athletic and wearing plain sportswears that look out of place among the fetishy outfit of the hyenas. Both have their horns sawed short, like Speedball in the photo.

She had some dying job done on her fur and has heart symbolson the top of her hands and on the forehead, that would look very natural if not for the obviously designed shape.

He has an impressive and very neat pompadour, holds a paper bag,andcarrieshis headina high and proud way. Also,I think he's doing a deliberate show of not noticing my presence despite how exposed I am.

Since I apparently doesn't exist and Umenzi stayed around, they naturally come to her with friendly curiosity. Knowing her mood today, and how she usually treats gazelles, I instantly expect trouble.

The male dips his head first. "Hello, Miss.Welcome to the Seven Daggers, I hope your trip was good?"

"Am good, Tom." Oh, boy, it's not starting well.

He frowns and one of his ears wriggles in annoyance. "My name is Trickshot. And this is Curveball." A bit of smile returns. "We are well known around here!"

"Whatevs.Tom."

That snuffs his smile right away. "Aaaalright..."

This is when I would have got the hint and given up. The two exchange a sideways look and, used to subtle communication between the innersfolks and their does I detect thesilent: "may I go?", and "you may".

Curveballsmiles and lowers her head, as if surrendering, then: "By the way, Miss, we were curious: do you fuck all your brothers, or just the alpha?"

She was _not_expecting this. And itstruck a chord! She rushesforward all teeth bared. "What!?"

Trickshot was ready. Ina single step, he getsin her way. His muzzle is nearly touching hers,and their angry eyes are locked together. "Well, you know... when painted dog females grow mature, they are expelled from their pack. Nature's way to prevent consanguinity. But you chose to stay with your brothers: aren't the implication obvious?"

I'm afraid she's about to bite his face off! "Not all painted dogs let the old instincts dictate their life, you moron! We have it _our_way, and we do not fuck each other!"

He smiles widely: she just fell in their trap. "What? So you say you believe that one isn't a mere toy to their instincts?"

His female continues, from behind his protection. "Maybe you should be less hypocritical, then, and consider that you're not the only one who's a unique snowflake."

"We're not one-fit-all tommies. Her name is Curveball."

"And his name is Trickshot. Bitch."

Umenzi takes the blow, but doesn't relent. "We are not alike, grazers! Let me tell you about the grass, and what difference it makes between you and me!"

The duoburst into chuckles. The male steps back to stop being in her face but crosses his arms with a smirk. "Seriously? You are trying to crush us with your guide knowledge? You think we have no culture of our own? That we becamewhat we arewithout thinking first?"

Curveball imitates his attitude. "I read philosophy books; and History. We know exactly where you're going, bitch. Right, Trick?"

"Right, Curve!" He suddenly takes a goofy voice. "Hey, girl, ya know what 'domestication' means?"

She replies with a good imitation of adumb bimbo: "Ya, it's when ya take a wild critter and patiently teach it to trust and luv ya, so ya can bring ithome and pet it!"

"Nah, silly: that's taming. Domestication is when a species dominated another for so long that it evolved to become adapted to that cooperation. It's not about da individual, it's deep in dacollectiveDNA."

"Oh, wow! Like, what, Trick?"

"Like herbs and us, Curve! Did you know we started to actively grew themas early as the neolithic era? This made us sedentary and allowed accumulation or riches, which would forever change our civilization!"

"Oh, wow! Like, how, Trick?"

"It brought stabler forms of power and helped concentrate it. This was a powerful motor for technological progress --it is why most big techachievements were made by usherbivores!--, but that progress came at the price of oppression!"

"Oh nooo!"

"Yes! Oppression, made possible by the pyramidal and durablepowers created bystableaccumulation, is what helped us work together this well. Up until today, herbivores are still much more bound by their old instincts and cultures than carnivores!"

"Oh nooo! Do you mean we made a terrible mistake when we domesticated the herbs, Trick?"

"Whosaid we domesticated the herbs, silly girl? No, Curve,the herbs domesticated us!"

"We should now liberate ourselves of the herbs tyranny!"

"Eat the herbs! Free the herds!"

And the two burst into laughter, very pleased withtheir little show.

It's a very bad day for the painted dog: I suppose they guessed her move right, because she's out of ammo. I see her hesitant and lost for words for the first time: "Well... it's still true."

He shakes his head. "It's still true that it's a force that affect us. But we are not entirely defined by our DNA."

His friend concurs. "Awareness helps. And deliberately surrendering to more caring mistresses than the herbs is a further way to explore, and to redirect our instincts in ways we like."

Umenzi hesitates, unable to find a good retort. She lost. "Well _we_were never domesticated at all," she grumbles. And she flees away from the tent.

Curveball, as a last bite, shouts in her back: "'Autodomestication', bitch! Look it up!" And she high-fives Trickshot.

--

Thepairtenses again when Suyo arrives. He must have overheard the altercation. He raises two hands in an appeasing gesture: "Hold your fire, I come in peace." They are unconvinced, but they listen. "I am sorry about the scene. Choosing a different path that the old ways comes with a lot of conflicts with people we love. As a 'deviant' pack's only female, she had to fight so much to be respected that she'snowprone toattack without provocation." He sighs. "It's not an excuse. But, please, don't be too harsh on her."

Trickshot rubs the back of his neck with an uncomfortable wince. "Ah... We kind of know how it is, yeah... Damn, we wereharsh."

Curveball pouts. "She bit first, tho."

"She did! She got our nerves in a knot!" He straightens. "And I'm definitely not apologizing."

Suyo nods. "Alright: what's done is done, and she did bite first. It's only fair. How about we just stop this mess? Non-aggression pact, nobody apologizes to anyone but we're all gentler from now on? I'll talk to her."

The male gazelle extends his hand. "Deal. And tell her we... have no hard feelings,and got carried away. But I don't apologize." Suyo shakes the offered hand. "Curve?"

"Hum..."

"Curve, be nice."

"Fine! Non-aggression, alright. I was maybe unnecessarily mean... but I don't apologize either." She shakes Suyo's hand at her turn.

The level of tension drops down a lot, and the painted dog salutes them and leaves.

--

Curveball stretches. "Well, I could use something sweet after that."

Trickshot nods. "Same. Something light and refreshing."

They both turn to look at me and walk closer. I am very intimidated. My legs are trembling again, and I'm struggling not to stretch my sac too much. Pretty humbled already, I lower my ears and head for them.

This pleases the male. "Will you look at this, I didn't know they brought another doe..."

She poorly refrains an amused smirk. Of course he knew. "She's kind of cute too." She comes sitting beside me, where she reclines comfortably.

"What's your name, darling?"

"S-swara, Sir. Pleased to meet you."

"And polite, too," adds the female, reaching her hand toward my crotch.

This makes him shake his tail and snort. "Hey! Don't touch him!"

"Awww, don't be like that. Look, I wouldn't dare giving him what Miss Laughsy denied." Her finger is lightly tracing up and down under my length, and I'm recovering a fresh erection fast. "Especially notin front ofthe territory's top male!"

Heraiseshis chest. "You'd better not, yeah!"

"Look at him, so needy but he can't get any."

"As he should."

"Doesn't that make you want to display your rank?"

He blinks, then licks his lips when understanding. "You are right! That'd be proper!" He gets rid of his bag on the bar, and strips his top in a rush to toss it on the ground.

She looks around to spot my guardian. Bloo stands up and simply nods at her silent query. The hyena then smiles at Trick: "Where do you want him, hunk?"

"Just toss him on the floor, please!"

I'm not "tossed". Bloo frees my balls, tosses a couple of pillows down, and then pulls me off my seat by the horns. She's lifting me as if I weighed nothing! She installs me comfortably, if vulnerably, down there, taking care to prevent me from crushing my bound wriststoo much in my back. "There you are. Have your fun, but play nice: I'll be watching."

Curveball starts stripping as well, and I see clothes flying around. Standing tall over me, the duo is soon naked. She's fondling her own breasts and doing a little dance for the male, who's growing a huge erection. I don't dare wriggling a toe!

Once excited enough, he kneels over my head and rests his ankles onto my horns. My skullis firmly stuck still. He peeks down at me: "Is it okay? Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good! No tongue, no moves, then: you are only allowed to watch in silence."

"U-understood."

The female straddles my chest to face him. Both wriggle and adjust their positions so their crotches end hovering right over my face. She caresses herself teasingly, tracing two fingers along her lower lips, and shivers while a few drops fall onto my nose. "Hummm..."

The male forgets me for good. "Nice and slow?"

"No, thanks: I'm already excited, skip the foreplay and manhandle me some, please!"

"You got that, babe!" He leans forward and grabs at her butt. Above, I hear their horns clicking and she gasps when he shoves her away with all his body's weight, before dragging her back close by the bottom.

"Ih! Easy with my ear!"

"Shush up anch guide mhe," he groans without stopping biting and tugging.

She squirms and bends sideways, but she's dribbling more on my face and when her trembling hand finds his cock, she grabs at it firmly and playfully prevents him from going forward.

He grunts, struggles, reaches down to catch her wrist.

She catches his first with her free hand, but guides him to her mound and tilt her hips for him.

Now he's so hot, he penetrates her rather brutally. Judging from her moan, this was her plan all along. He starts bucking into her at a fast pace.

I see him go in and out right before my eyes, so close that his balls sometimes slap my nose. The scent of their pheromones hits me hard and so is the sight of that delicate female entrance getting stretched, glistening. Of their leg muscles tensing in both the effort and the gradually building up tension as they rush toward pleasure. In my state of denial, this is a new torture and I respond to their best groans with muffled whines.

"Hah, almost... slow... a little more..." She's arching and squeezing my chest with her legs.

He complies, turning to shorter and slower thrusts,but deeply buried inside her and ramming up firmly.With a wet noise each time.

"Okay... ready..."

And he unleashes himself for the grand finale. I have a first seat view on his building up throbs and how her body tighten on him... and then on the wild convulsions as they hug and tremble. Pause. A few more sloppy testing thrusts, she shivers some more: he accelerates againand makes her cry out in a second orgasm. He only stops when neither can bear more, and they stay still, cuddling and panting for a long moment.

Then, he slowly pulls out and cascades of sperm and female juices dribble all over my face. I have to close my eyes in a hurry under that warm shower. So I don't see him coming when, after switching position, he stuffs his wet and gooey tip right into my ear and uses it as a tissue. Meanwhile, she's spreading herself with her fingers to let the remains of whitefall on me, before rubbing herself clean undermy chin.

Both get up, and proceed to put back their clothes a lot more quietly,slow and lazyintheir afterglow.

"Done?" checks Bloo. As he nods, I am returned to my seat and get my balls tied again. My muzzle is a mess, and his sperm slowly runs along my neck or drips in ropes from my chin to my chest. She kindly wipes my eyes with a tissue, but doesn't touchthe rest.

Eventually, Trickshot faces me with a pleased smile and somewhat expectant expression.

I get the hint: "You're the top male here, Sir," I humbly confirm.

"Good girl! You know your place, we should get along." He's not as mocking as one would expect, very warm, actually, now. "Oh!" He points the bag he discarded earlier: "I brought you plumsas a welcoming present. Welcome to the Seven Daggers, Swara."

"Welcome, Swara. It was fun to meet you," confirms the female.

"And if somebody gives you trouble, don't be afraid to call your top male for help, alright? It's my job."

"Y-yes, thank you, Sir."

"But I will still demand that Lady Laughsy chastises you before entering my territory. It's the law."

Both leave on this. By Pastu's traditions, a top male offering fruits to a bachelor --and delicious plums, of all fruits--, is a super-welcoming gesture. And it was planned all along: behind the facade of cold domination, the guy was that friendly?

--

When Charlotte and Laughsy return, the sperm dried up in my fur. The hyena smells the air.

"So, the rumors were true:the reason why myboy stopped poutingis that hecame to mark his territory. Will you two get along, Swara?"

"I think so, Miss."

"Very good!"

"Uh... also... he said..."

"Yes, I know. And he was pretty adamant about it. Charlotte is fond of the idea as well. But it's only a 'law' in his wishful thinking, you don't have to let him have it his way. What do you think aboutthat option, yourself?"

I swallow and hesitate. So far, the policy to say "yes" to everything tossed atme led to incredible new experiences. And: "I... I wish to acknowledge his rank. Out of respect. Even if it's not a law."

"Good boy! A cage it is for you, then. Let's clean you up and take care of that: it's almost time for us to move to the city."

To be continued...