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The lone male hyena surveyed the savanna, as the sun rose over the horizon. He had good fortune hunting that night, and his belly was full of warthog. Never the less, he felt unease. The nocturnal predator wanted to find a secure place to sleep away the day, but that was difficult alone.

The three year old male had been taken by wanderlust these past few months, spending more and more time away from his clan. A growing discontentment and sexual frustration drove him to venture far and wide. The females of his clan weren't interested in him, and, to some extent, that feeling was mutual. For some reason he wanted something different, but, what that was, he didn't really know. So he set out on his own.

He visited a neighboring clan, but wasn't satisfied with the females he found, and the hostility of the other males, made him long for the companionship of his family, and he returned home.

His mother was a high ranking member of the clan, and as her son, he shared her high rank. So long as she was around, he lead a privileged life, having better access to food, and more tolerance from his aunts, compared to the low ranking immigrant males. But that did not satisfy his ever increasing restlessness. So he set out in a new direction.

It had been over a week since he left his clan for the final time, and he had not found sign of any other hyenas. That night, he had heard the dreadful roars of lions, and he was feeling particularly alone and vulnerable. Warily, the hyena raised his black muzzle and took in the scents carried by the wind. He caught a mix of scents foreign to him. Putting his growing drowsiness to the side, the hyena loped in the direction of the strange smells, indulging his inquisitiveness to distract himself from his uneasy isolation.

George stood, looking through the top of his truck, scanning the grassland for movement. The wildlife photographer had gotten some footage of lions the previous night, and was hoping to find them again during the day, but so far he wasn't having any luck. Most active at night, they would likely be bedded somewhere, but finding the tawny cats could be a challenge.

He caught something in the corner of his eye, and turned his head, raising his camera. A brown head, with big round ears and a black muzzle, poked over the top of the long grass, looking at him, not thirty meters away. George focused his camera and began to take shots of the hyena, a grin spreading on his face. He may have been out here to primarily film lions, but he knew one had to seize the opportunities nature gave you. Besides, hyenas were his personal favorite animals.

Widely maligned and disparaged as cowardly scavengers, Hyenas were one of the most fascinating animals in all of Africa, especially the spotted hyena. They had complex social dynamics that put lions to shame, more on par with the social structures of chimpanzees or dolphins. They also had perhaps the most unique anatomy of any placental mammals. And they had a resilience and hardiness that was worthy of admiration. Many considered them to be ugly and brutish, and, while they may lack the majesty of lions, or the lethal grace of leopards, George felt that hyenas had a handsome rugged charm.

The hyena that emerged from the grass, as it cautiously drew near, was magnificent. The vibrantce of its coat and the lack of grey in its features gave an impression of youth. It was large, with a full figure. If it was male, it was a big one, and, either way, it couldn't be missing many meals.

George listened for any calls, and especially the distinctive hyena whoop, that would indicate a clan was near. There wasn't supposed to be a clan in this immediate vicinity, but the animals were hardly obliged to stay in one spot. Yet, as the lone hyena neared he heard nothing. If the animal was alone, then it was most likely an emigrating male, but he'd need to get a good look between its hindlegs to know for sure.

The hyena paused its approach a dozen meters from his truck, nose in the air, gathering scents. Curious eyes looked back at George, as the animal tried to make sense of what was before it. Deciding he wanted pictures from a lower angle, George ducked back into his vehicle, and, watching the hyena, slowly opened the door.

With an alarmed giggle, the hyena sprang back at the movement, putting a few extra meters between itself and the truck, but that was all the further it retreated. Doing his best not to spook the animal further, George slowly stepped from his vehicle and knelt next to the open door. Hyenas were rarely aggressive towards humans, and were safe-ish to be around, at least relative to Africa's other top predators.

The lone male hyena found the source of the unknown scents. A creature he didn't recognize was inside a thing he couldn't classify. When the thing moved and the creature emerged, he let out a anxious giggle, backing away, and prepared to flee. But when the creature didn't advance further, his inquisitiveness reasserted itself and he cautiously approached. The creature was crouched low and held some black thing blocking his view of its face.

He took a few steps forward, then paused, judging the creature's reaction. This close, he felt confident in his assessment that it was male, but it was strange. He couldn't recognize any signs of fear or aggression, the two things that made up the large majority of his interactions with other animals. Confidence buoyed by the lack of negative response, he took a few more strides nearer.

He paused again, when he sensed the creature begin to tense. The hyena was close now, just a couple paces away. He froze, when the creature slowly lowered the black object in front of his face, and set it aside, the hyena watching the movement intently. Both could feel the tension in the air between them.

Slowly, the foreign male held out a forelimb. With boldness born of youth and a high status upbringing, the hyena stepped forward, his neck stretched forward, to bring his muzzle to the offered hand.

George was so wrapped up in his photo taking, he failed to realize just how close the hyena had gotten, until it was just a couple meters away. He consciously controlled his breathing to stay calm, and put down his camera, careful to not make any sudden moves. He had thought the animal would be to wary to come this near, but it seemed its curiosity had won out.

He should slowly rise to his feet, and retreat into his truck. It wasn't acting aggressive, its tail hung down and it wasn't making any calls. It would almost certainly back away if he just stood up. Instead he held out his hand, like the hyena was a strange dog.

George held his breath, as the hyena seemed to take the invitation. Its neck extended, bone shearing jaws came within reach of his vulnerable hand. Warm breath washed over his fingers, as the hyena simply sniffed him. George let out his breath, as the tension eased. It was replaced by wonder, as the wild animal stepped closer.

As the hyena moved past his hand to smell his face, George was struck by just how large its head was. Its muzzle was broad and long, and its head blended into a long heavily muscled neck. He held still, as the hyena examined him, trying not to flinch from being so near skull crushing jaws. Tentatively, he reached up to scratch the underside of the hyena's muzzle. The animal jumped slightly at the contact, but soon leaned into the touch.

The hyena didn't know what to make of the strange male. His world was divided between other hyenas, prey, and threats, and this male didn't seem to fit into any of those. But, feeling the pleasant sensation of fingers running through the short fur under his muzzle, he decided the odd male somehow fit into the first category.

The hyena began to relax for the first time since he was last with his clan. He let out a long sigh, as a second hand started scratching the side of his neck. He was glad to find friendly company, but his introduction with this new male was incomplete. Dominance needed to be established. Instinctively, he knew he was more powerful than this male, but that wasn't what counted to a hyena. He was alone, separated from the support of his mother and siblings. Turning away from the other male, he presented his side and lifted his hindleg.

George let his hands drop, as the hyena pulled away. He thought the hyena had satisfied its curiosity and was about to leave. He was caught completely off guard when it presented its genitals to him. He stared, transfixed, as the hyena's cock emerged from beneath its abdomen to hang pendulously beneath its, or rather, his legs. And it was a him. Hanging, behind the swinging phallus, were two plump fully developed orbs in a black scrotum.

Glancing from the hyena's maleness, George saw the hyena looking at him expectantly. Recalling that hyena's presented their genitals for inspection as a submissive greeting, George tentatively reached out. His mouth went dry, as he touched the hyena's length. His fingers brushed against smooth warm skin. The member was a dark grey for most of its twenty centimeters of length, transitioning to pink near the head. It was thick at the base, perhaps six centimeters in diameter, and tapered gently until just before the head, where it flared out before sharply coming to a point, giving it an arrow like appearance.

He felt his own trousers tent, as he marveled at the magnificent slab of hyena meat, resting against his hand. He lightly stroked the underside of the shaft with his open hand, feeling the member's weight. Caught up in his admiration of the hyena's tool, he was startled when he felt a broad muzzle nuzzle into his groin.

The hyena was a bit surprised by how long the other male was spending with the greeting, but his touch felt nice, so he did not mind. Then, a new scent caught his attention. Looking down, he lowered his muzzle to the intriguing smell. He pressed his snout against the other male's crotch. Inhaling deeply, he curled his upper lip, as he took in the other male's arousal. It struck a chord with him. Suddenly, months of unfulfilled desire came to the fore, and the other male's touch began to feel more than simply nice. A wave of need caused his member to fully stiffen and rise from the other male's stroking. It lasted for just a moment, before his muscles relaxed and his penis returned to hanging down between his legs.

He stepped away from the other male, before turning to face him. The hyena didn't know if it was even possible for the other male to be receptive to him, but desperation drove him to try.

Blood pounded in George's ears, as he watched the male hyena assume an odd stance. He stood on three legs with one foreleg lifted across his chest and his paw wrapped over upper part of his other leg. Between the hyena's hindlegs, his cock hung, plainly visible. The animal was looking at him with an intensity that had been absent before. He wasn't an expert on hyena body language by any means, but he had once read an article on male courting behavior. He was being propositioned.

He felt surreal, as he rose to unsteady feet, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He didn't let himself think about what he was doing. Tossing his shirt aside, he leaned against his truck as he pulled off his boots. It was mad, but he let himself be taken by that madness. His pants and boxers fell around his feet, and he kicked them aside. Images of the hyena's malehood swam in his mind, and he wanted to feel it inside him. He reached into his truck for a small pack that contained his toiletries and retrieved a small bottle of lube.

He squirted a glob of the stuff onto his hand, stepping away from the truck. The hyena stood watching him, as he got to his knees, reaching behind himself to smear his rear with lube. George did his best to imitate the body language of a receptive female, holding his head low and braced himself on hands and knees, prepared to take the male's weight.

Rough paws with blunt claws gripped around his hips, as the hyena reared up behind him. George held his breath in anticipation, but the hyena immediately dismounted and backed away, gauging his reaction. Male hyenas were very cautious to make sure a potential mate was actually receptive.

George held his pose, as the hyena circled him. The sequence repeated a few times, the male hyena testing the waters before finally committing. Forepaws wrapped around George's waist and fur pressed against his backside, he felt the hyena's impressive length brush against his thigh. But it became quickly apparent the hyena didn't know where to aim, as George felt the hyena's tip poke around the base of his own cock. The hyena gave experimental thrusts, his member rubbing against George's. Not finding an opening, the male hyena once more dismounted.

Realizing he'd need to assist, George waited for the hyena to mount again.

The hyena was growing frustrated. The release he sought seemed so near, yet he couldn't satisfy it. The other male still seemed receptive, so he would try again. Circling behind the other male, he hopped up, grabbing his potential mate's hips once more. But before he could hunch low, to try to find the opening his instincts told him to seek, he felt something close around his shaft. Pausing, he stood half mounted, when he felt his tip guided upward to someplace where it caught. Bucking his hips forward, he finally felt himself enveloped by a warm wet opening, the male beneath him, grunting at the penetration.

He paused to firm his mating hold and steady his stance, before thrusting forward, sinking more of his length into his mate. Warm tight walls spread around his sensitive tip and squeezed his shaft. He adjusted his stance one more time, then bucked forward, feeling his hips meet his mate's, as he penetrated the other male to the hilt.

Slowly, he pulled his hips back, feeling the tight walls tug at his retreating member, before slamming his hips forward, rocking his mate forward with the force of the thrust, and eliciting a low moan. The hyena withdrew once more, beginning a steady rhythm of slow withdrawals followed by powerful bucking thrusts.

George moaned, as the hyena fucked him. The initial penetration had stung, his anal ring being stretched too fast by the head of the hyena's cock plunging inside him. He had only a moment to adjust, while the hyena repositioned himself, before he was filled by the animal's hot throbbing meat. He had thought that was all of it, but was proven wrong a moment later when the male above him bucked, burying himself to the root. George's ass burned, as it was stretched by the hyena's girth.

He felt the cock begin to pull out, as the hyena brought back his hips, before pounding forward, filling George once more. He had to brace his arms to resist the force of the hyena's thrusts, as the male began properly fucking him. George felt the hyena's swinging balls slap against his taint with each thrust. Between his legs, his painfully erect member bounced with each impact, his tip drizzling pre.

As the hyena fucked him, the male's hold seemed to tighten, and the animals breathing became heavy. George was pulled back to meet the hyena's thrusts, as if the hyena was somehow trying burying himself even deeper into George's ass than he already was. After receiving a final thrust, George felt the hyena on top of him shudder, and the full length of cock buried inside of him pulsed. The hyena held himself still as he came, George feeling his depths pumped full of the males seed.

George heard the hyena give a content sigh, as the animal relaxed. Warm fur pressed against George's back, as the satisfied hyena rested on top of him. The hyena's head hung next to his, panting happily.

George closed his eyes, and concentrated on the feeling of the hyena cumming inside him. He clenched his ass, feeling every centimeter of the length that filled him. He reached back under himself, passed his own throbbing need, to feel the heavy twitching balls resting just above his. He moved his hand back to his own cock, smearing pre around his tip. As he stroked himself, he slowly rocked himself back against the hyena's length inside of him.

His climax built quickly, and his ass squeezed around the warm mass inside him, as he came. He gasped, as ropes of sticky white semen painted the ground beneath him.

The hyena basked in his bliss, as he rested on top of his mate. Months of building stress had finally found a release. In this strange male he finally found the satisfaction he'd been searching for. But the feeling couldn't last forever. After a few minutes, his euphoria faded, and he dismounted. His cock slipped free of his mate, with a wet plop.

The hyena turned to clean his spent member, lapping at it, as it retreated back inside of him. He turned his attention back to the other male, finding him sprawled out on his back, breathing heavily. He laid himself next to his mate, and cleaned him as well. The other male spreading his legs, to allow him better access.

Satisfied with his efforts, the hyena curled up to take a nap. It was going to be a long morning and he'd need to catch what rest he could.

George was utterly spent. He lied on his back, staring blankly up at the sky. Sleeping next to him was the wild hyena that had just buggered him. Perhaps he should feel guilt and disgust with himself, but he didn't. Instead, it had been the best intense experience of his life.

After a half hour or so, the hyena stood. George sat up, expecting that the hyena was going to be on his way. What he saw was the hyena standing in the same three legged stance as before, his cock back on full display. It was then that George remembered hyenas mated repeatedly over the course of several hours.