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Darien tried to release his grip on the wheel just a little bit, not wanting his still-present nervousness to make itself too_obvious. Even so, though, he felt the slight sticky slickness of sweat on the material, though pretended for the sake of his passenger that he didn't. Beside him sat the tall, broad-shouldered hyena he had _somehow managed to wrangle tonight - still his pride swelled at the thought of his success - with her chin resting on her paw and eyes watching the city roll by as he drove.

What a wild night it had been already, and he hadn't even gotten her home yet. The otter tilted his head back and let an admittedly shaky sigh out from between barely parted lips, one footpaw coming down to hold the brake at the stoplight. He glanced down and to the side, seeing the spots along the pelt of her revealed leg like little splotches of shadow on a rich forest floor, the thick fur poofing out from underneath the hem of her gym shorts quite enticingly far up her thigh.

That was part of what had caught his eye, of course, there in the relative darkness of the arcade. Darien certainly hadn't expected_to pick someone up there, but - he thought that she had seen him first, this tall, imposing hyena with her broad arms crossed in front of her even broader chest, eyes glittering in the neon lights of the place. When he first saw her had had mistaken her for another prop of one of the games, and then she had _moved, strong and fluid, off towards the other side. So he had followed, nonchalant, chill; she had taken up one of the shooter games, and Darien had slid in to make what he imagined was an impressive performance for his first time on the RockStar! Encore Performance rhythm game.

He had finished his song - back in the present the light flicked to green, and he shifted his footpaw - and straightened up, for a moment basking in the fantasy of standing up there on the stage displayed on the screen. Sure enough when he had turned his head this hyena was standing a short distance away, arms crossed again, weight resting on one beefy footpaw. So he had gone in for a second song, and did a little bit worse on that one, but still better than he had expected.

And things had just gone from there. On and on the two had continued through the games, each eyeing the other, scooting gradually closer. She was obviously looking for something, or someone, as even when Darien had managed to rope her along for a quick chat her eyes had looked up and over and around his shoulders at the others in the arcade hall. And then she had spoken to him, in a lovely rich, warm, slightly gritty voice: "Hey. There's something I want, and you won't be able to keep up."

As he drove the otter glanced down again, wondering if he should reach over and rest a paw on her leg. The temptation was there, but the nervousness held him back. Was this really happening?

Their arrangement had been made in hardly six sentences. They had each given their names - she was Shara - and she let him know in no uncertain terms just what she wanted. For a moment Darien was thunderstruck, as he had expected to have to go through the social rigmarole of gradually pushing towards that point - then all of a sudden here was this hyena telling him almost exactly what he had had in mind. That had been a relief, though: he remembered giving her a wink, then realizing she might not have been able to see it in the dimness of the arcade, and dropped the bomb of inviting her over to his place for the night.

"I'm warning you," Shara had said, paw coming up to slip her wallet from between her breasts deliciously on display through the window of a sports bra, "and it's for your own good. You won't be able to keep up." Darien had felt like a character from a TV show at that point, leaning back against the brightly lit claw machine at which the hyena stood. She slid her paw away from his, swiped her card at the credits, gave the controls a jiggle, and then began manipulating the thing.

"Come on," he had said, and crossed his arms over his own chest. "Give me some credit."

"No. I appreciate the offer and invite, but you don't understand." The music changed, the claw jiggled and dropped... and then clamped around one of the little rubber figures resting along the bottom. The figure's eyes and tongue popped comically out of its head when the gentle grip tightened, and it emitted a keening squeak audible even over the din. "You won't be able to handle me. Ever been with a spotted hyena gal before? No? Then you don't know what you're getting into."

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It had taken some doing, but the evidence spoke for itself. The otter slowed down at the next stop sign, glanced both ways, then turned onto the street that would lead them to his neighborhood. Shara had tried feeding him some lines of "trust me, it's for your own good" and "almost none of my partners have been able to keep up with me in terms of stamina"_but he had pushed through, making sure to mention that he had a hard limit on only being on top. That had amused her a little bit, though Darien thought it was a prudent boundary to outline: he generally didn't discern between his partners in terms of presentation or equipment or any mix of the various options, and he _had had a few embarrassing encounters with gals who wanted to be the one to bend him over the side of the bed, strap and silicone or otherwise.

But finally the hyena had taken up his persuasion and wiles, and with a swelling sense of confidence he had let her out of the arcade and towards his car. The otter took the next left, then immediately slid into the next lane for another right, and pulled up into his driveway.

"We're here," he said, yanking the keys. "Let me get your door for you.

"No, that's-" he heard her begin, but his door was already on its way back. Darien briefly bit his lip on the way around the front of his car, then stepped back as the passenger side swung open.

And out she stepped. Shara unfolded herself from the relatively small space, and gave herself a gentle shake-out once she rose to her full height - which was, naturally, a bit above Darien's own. Wide shoulders threaded with the same lines of muscle visible in her arms and neck rolled, she gave her broad muzzle a little toss to shift a mane of chocolate-haired hair over to the other eye, and she ran a paw down her flat belly similarly corded with ridged abs, sharply visible lines angling downwards underneath the waist of her tight gym shorts. Night hadn't quite fallen yet, and for the first time the otter was afforded a full look at just who he had picked up... and he quite enjoyed the sight.

Good God, he thought with a shiver, she could crush me. The hyena rested her weight on one leg, then shifted over to the other as she tied her hair behind her head. Brown eyes glittered at him; she reached up towards her chest - his heart leapt; he had been trying to keep his gaze from huge, firm breasts about halfway on display through her bra, from the cleavage to the sheer shape and size of them held within - and after some fiddling she slipped her phone out from in between, tapped at it, and then slid it back in.

Then she waited. The otter swallowed, perked, and bustled up towards the porch.

"In here," he said, then hoped she didn't realize how stupid that sounded. Of course it's in here. I wasn't actually expecting company tonight, so I didn't really clean up, but - that doesn't sound good to say, so I just won't. She probably won't notice. The front door slid open on nearly silent hinges to let out a smooth wave of cool air, tickling pleasantly at his whiskers after the humid, stuffy atmosphere of the arcade. He held the door open with one paw and stepped to the side to let his guest in after him, taking the opportunity to look her over from behind.

Nothing to complain about there, either. The fabric of her bra coursed up in between sharp, full shoulder blades, the very same lines of muscle angling down alongside her spine to thread in at the base of her somewhat short, brushy tail, then down from there beneath her waistband again. A gentle aroma hovered around her as she went, the soft floral touch of soap and shampoo underlined with a distinct earthy musk, the same bite as came from the sweat of steady yet not strenuous exertion. His time in the car with her, thinking about the way she had looked at him, the warnings she had given him, the faint scent of strong, rich hyena... while her back was turned Darien reached into a pocket and adjusted himself.

"So," he said, now closing the door behind her. Her ears flicked around to face him, though her muzzle remained forward as she took in the surroundings. "I was thinking we could head on over to the living room and I'd put on a movie for a bit, and then we can see how things go from there, and-"

"No." The force in her voice actually made him jump. Shara slid a thumb into the waistband of her shorts, likely due to the lack of pockets, and looked over her shoulder at him. "I came out tonight to do one thing, and I'm gonna make sure I get that done."

Oh, thank God, Darien thought with a sigh. Of course he didn't actually want to bother with the movie, or making dinner, or any of that, but past experiences and attempts had told him that it was a good step to take. From this angle he could just barely see down into her cleavage...

Then, though, to his surprise she reached out and grasped his wrist in her paw, fingers easily encompassing him. The hyena squeezed and tugged and began guiding herself on a tour of his place, drawing him behind her through the living room and kitchen, then down into the hallway. She poked her head into the bathroom, the guest room, the office, the other bathroom... then nodded in satisfaction at the door at the end.

"This the bedroom?"

Oh. This is going fast. Darien swallowed again, wondering if he had the opportunity to adjust his pants again. "Yeah."

"Good." Shara turned the knob with her other paw and then swung the otter in front of her and into the room towards the bed, still illuminated in a shaft of pale light coming in through the partially drawn curtains. "Get undressed."

He caught himself against the mattress and turned. "Just - right now-?"

-and then froze at the sight displayed before him. Shara stood there by the door, wallet and phone clutched in one paw already at the edge of her bra, lifting up from underneath: those huge, heavy breasts tugged upwards as she pulled, slid free from the tight fabric, and then bounced back down into place, holding steady underneath their own weight and firmness. They shifted as she moved her arms up over her head, pulling up, perking out, then settling again, skin tight around toned muscle.

Shara breathed a little huff as she pulled her head free of her bra, then tossed it idly to the corner of the room. She glanced over at him, looked him up and down, then motioned with one paw while the other had already slid into the front of her shorts. "Yeah, here. I told you before we left that if we do this, we're going my pace, didn't I?"

She certainly had. In the lights of the claw game, flashing bright with her success, she had bent over to retrieve the silly rubber figure and said, just audible enough for him to hear, those exact words. "Fine. Yeah, sure, but remember, I did warn you," she had said, and Darien had had to bite his lip to keep from bouncing with excitement. "Sounds good to me. Let's head on out."

Darien rushed to slip his shirt off as well, then stood up to do the same for the fly of his pants. He didn't even bother with his underwear, instead just yanking those down in one smooth motion - though he did have to pull the waist forward around his already twitching arousal, strengthened further by the show put on here before him. Shara had turned so that her back faced him, likely deliberately: she bent down towards her footpaws as she slid her shorts down, small paintbrush tail swinging up to show the smooth, firm shape of her rump, her muscular legs shifting one way and then the other... and then she tossed that, too, off to the side, and turned to face the otter on the bed again.

And immediately he noticed something else different about her. The lines of muscle along her waist, the little tuft of pubic fur, the way she stood, all pointed down between her thighs to what looked for all the world like another sheath and sack, smaller and softer, a bit recessed into the fur: wrinkled overlapping folds of slightly greasy skin hung there, shifting as she did, bouncing beneath their own weight. The hyena reached down with a paw, took what looked like her sheath in a forefinger and thumb, and rubbed gently at it, working the supple skin forward and back, forward and back... until a smooth shaft began to slip out from inside.

"I also said that you don't know what you're getting into with a hyena like me. Will this be a problem?"

He had heard something like this before. Darien wet his lips, watching as she continued to stroke herself: the appearance was quite close to what he had seen on a previous spotted hyena partner - though that one had identified as male, through and through - but still... different. Not as full, a little bit more blunted at the end, with the sack apparently empty... he glanced up to her muzzle again, his own shaft still twitching against his belly.

"Absolutely not," he reassured her. "I'm always open to new experiences. Just, uh, remember..." God, she's big. He swallowed. "No anal for me."

Shara scoffed. "That was a rhetorical question anyway. It scares off some folks. Their loss; they don't know what they're missing. Probably the tightest thing they'll ever have the opportunity to fuck." She paused, one paw tapping her chin while the other continued to squeeze and stroke, showing off for her hapless victim. "Legally, at least. But that's neither here nor there. Are you ready?"

"Oh, man." Darien sat back on the bed, legs spread, letting himself hang off the edge. I suppose 'born ready' isn't the right thing to say here? "Ready when you are." He imagined her coming forward, dropping to her knees before him, shoving her nose up against his cock to take a deep whiff of his scent, then going to town on sucking him off...

...and quickly he found that he would be wrong. Shara strode forward, a sly glimmer in her eyes, and braced one paw against his shoulder. Immediately chills rocketed down the smaller otter's back and he grinned up at her - then suddenly he felt the squish of the mattress and sheets underneath his shoulders, soon followed by a great weight settling down atop him as Shara leaned in from above. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nearly squeezing the breath out of his lungs; strong legs rubbed up against his own, spreading him further, threatening to grind up into his loins. He squirmed underneath her body, unable to make any headway for himself, blindly grinding up against her, wanting to squish his shaft against her own.

Then Shara lifted up a bit, paws pinning his wrists to the bed. She had turned both of them so that they each lay across the mattress, Darien on his back, hyena above him; then she tossed her head again, licked her lips, showed him a bright, frighteningly sharp-toothed grin, and leaned in.

And once more Darien felt the breath yanked from his body. Shara's lips pressed against, around, and into his own, the hyena's broad tongue immediately slurping forward to find his. He reciprocated to the best of his ability though certainly felt as though he fell short in terms of dexterity and energy: she lapped and licked all along his gums, the roof of his mouth, the underside of his tongue, the backs of his teeth, and even into the back of his throat until his body jerked and clenched on its own in a suppressed gag, but still the hungry hyena persisted.

Just like with any of the various guys he had been with, Darien could feel her growing harder against him the longer she went. One of those big paws came up behind his head to hold him against her, Shara now downright sucking at his mouth, drawing the breath out of his throat and into her own lungs, then letting it out again across his whiskers. She adjusted herself on top of him, pushing his legs apart with her own, letting her shaft thump down against his belly and slide back and forth, twitching, bouncing occasionally, leaving a distinct sense of humid dampness in his fur where it rubbed. That paw behind his head came forward to clutch his muzzle from underneath, forcibly parting his jaws; Shara drew back, swirled her tongue around his, ended up clacking her fangs against his own - each of which sent a sharp jitter back and forth through his skull - then drew his tongue between her own lips in a slow, firm suck, holding it there, slurping both of their saliva free from it, and then finally letting his head drop back down to the mattress.

Dazed, Darien just lay there for a moment, his hips idly churning and grinding up against her all on their own. When he finally managed to glance down again he saw that his shaft rested alongside hers, not _quite_the same, still close. He knew that spotted hyenas had something like this, though it was mostly just a façade; as to its actual function, though...

...he wouldn't learn for a while longer, as Shara threw him a wink, wiped some of the dripping drool from her maw, and slid down his body, now spreading his legs with her paws. Her hot breath puffed out across his twitching arousal first, then a glob of that same drool, and then she parted her lips - and his heart briefly leapt at the sight of those huge fangs, the largest easily as long as his middle finger from base to tip.

A slight tingle as one of the points grazed down along his shaft... and then he arched his back against the mattress in bliss, Shara's broad tongue cupping him from underneath, squeezing up along the sides of his length, wrapping him in delicious wet warmth. She treated his cock just the same as she had his mouth and tongue, freely lapping and slurping around, finding all of the different contours and folds and crannies and slipping the tip of her tongue into those spaces, making him twitch and jerk and gasp. Right there at the rim she tended to go a little bit too far, the snug grip of her tongue slipping across so many hypersensitive nerves so that Darien squirmed and reflexively tried to pull back out of her mouth, but still the hyena persisted, and neither did he dare trying to pull her off of him.

She shifted her body a little bit where she lay, rolling partially onto her side so that she could still rub at herself with her other paw. Through eyes halfway lidded underneath the intense sensation the otter watched, observing the way she stroked the slick, supple skin of her pseudo-shaft back and forth, how it bunched up against her sheath and then pulled forward again, and then particularly how she drew upwards to rub her thumb against what took the shape of the head. A bit of a slide back and forth, a dribble of slick, sticky juice that looked a bit like pre - and then the pad of her thumb slid inside the end, soon slipping deeper, half an inch, to the first knuckle, another half-inch, down to the base.

Shara gave another swirl of her tongue, suckled sweetly at Darien's length, and dove the rest of the way down, until her nose pressed against his loins and her chin rested against his sack. The otter shivered again, bracing one paw against his head; he looked down at her, eyes strained and teeth gritted, and once more resisted the desire to either thrust up or yank back out of her. Brown eyes flashed up at him, amusement and satisfaction visible there, and then she plied her tongue against him once more, this time lifting it up against him, squeezing around, swirling back and forth all around his shaft. Then slowly she drew herself back, towards that one sensitive spot; her paw tugged down at the base of his shaft to slip the supple skin back, and this time Darien couldn't help but twitch and shudder and jerk underneath her, until he slipped free from her lips with a soft pop and a dribble of drool out along his pubic fur.

For a moment he expected her to go down on him again - when she warned me about stamina, he thought, I figured she meant we were gonna go for multiple rounds - but instead the hyena sat back, wiped her mouth along her wrist, and gave herself a few more pumps, then moved to position herself above the smaller otter. Once more the mattress creaked and squeaked under the shifting weight, and Darien resisted the urge to do the same; he drew his paws up in front of his chest, glanced down, turned his paws outward towards her hefty breasts where they hung down in front of him.

This time Shara deliberately smacked her pseudo-shaft down alongside his own, showing off the different in length between the two. Slick and shimmering with wetness, he throbbed again, already missing the sensation of her skilled mouth around him - overeager tongue notwithstanding.

"I'm letting you know again." the hyena rumbled, drawing his focus back to her muzzle. Or, rather, to her breasts before him. "We're not gonna stop," and she reached down in between them with one paw to drag her shaft along his belly, down toward his loins, and then finally against his own, "until I'm satisfied."

The sensation of that supple, naturally slick skin and flesh along himself made him twitch again; she straightened up, drawing her breasts up and away from his chest, and then used her other paw to angle him up towards her. A handjob, then? Darien squirmed in delight; she rubbed both of their tips across one another, back and forth, surprisingly invigorating.

"That - ah-" He bucked up against her, rounded head squishing gently into the lip there. "Ahah. That won't be a problem, I'm sure. Give me some credit."

At this point he wasn't quite sure what she had in store for him. Then, though, the hyena shrugged, wet her lips, lifted up a little bit further - "Sure. Your funeral." - and then angled her shaft down against his, other paw in place at the rim, and began to draw him inside of hers. Already his back began to arch with this sensation, the soft, supple, slick flesh squeezing tight around him and drawing downwards, rolling smoothly over his own sensitive skin, tugging at him as it went.

Simply put, it was the best thing he had ever felt. Darien groaned and squirmed against the bed, careful not to let his claws prick through the sheets where he lay; he lifted up against the hyena, brushing his legs against hers, loving the strange angle and weight of her on top of him like this. It felt like pushing into an extra-tight penetrable, the inner walls freshly lubed and well-warmed, except made of tight, elastic material instead of the usual floppy silicone, and he could feel where her fingers gripped _through_her pseudo wrapping down around him, pressing further.

One by one those fingers squeezed past the rim of his head, each time making him gasp and jerk with the slight burning pulse of hypersensitivity. The deeper Shara squeezed around him, the further she leaned over, transferring her weight from his hips to his chest until her other arm came down to press into the mattress beside his body, hefty breasts now pushing down against him.

"O-oh man," the otter breathed, gladly taking the opportunity to distract his paws with something else. Spread fingers easily squished into the flesh of her breasts, pushing them together, letting them drape down across his chest towards his muzzle. Her scent swirled around him, light yet still rich, intoxicating, inviting, and there was nothing he could do but thrust up again past that intense squeeze, pushing free from the slightly-too-much and once again into deep, all-encompassing wet heat. "That's... something else..."

On top of him Shara shifted again, still keeping that one paw between the two of them to ensure she remained bound around him. The hyena stretched her muzzle up and out, showing the way the muscles in her throat tensed and pulled with the effort; her hips rocked against the otter's smaller body, dragging the stretched lips of her pseudo-shaft further down along him, smearing him both in saliva as well as in the natural sticky slickness deep inside of her. The further he went the warmer and tighter it became, as though someone had gone down on him and brought him right into the back of their throat, then just kept on going. Here, though, there was only the squeeze of flesh and muscle, twitching and pulsing, pulling at him as though trying to suck him dry; it felt like this combined with the handjob that it in essence was, with Shara's grip continuing all the way down around him towards the base of his shaft, folding herself around his like a snug sheath.

Once there, the wrinkled overhang of her pseudo pressed against his loins, he almost wanted her to just remain there and stroke both of them from outside, to paw him off while buried inside of her so that he could fill her from here. Darien closed his eyes and pressed his muzzle down between her breasts, squeezing the hefty weights up against himself from both sides as he did so; he swallowed and sighed, let his own breath wash back over him again, turned his paws so that he could feel the slightly firmer points of her nipples there beneath his fingerpads, poked and squeezed and gently pinched.

Shara was focused, though. She shifted again, adjusted her posture, and then began to pull up off of him, and once more Darien experienced the best sensation he had ever felt, even counting the feeling of her squeezing him inside of her. Supple wet skin pulled back along his fully hard shaft, leaving him streaked in the gathered slickness and heat, tingling at all of his nerves, rolling his own skin forward across the rim of his head for a much more pleasurable, much less hypersensitive pulse, pulling him deliciously along. If _that_was what this felt like, then he wouldn't take long at all - and it certainly seemed that Shara was intent on getting him there.

She slid back until just the last inch or so of his shaft remained within hers, forefinger and thumb wrapped snug around the lip of skin. It took all Darien had not to push right back up and sink into her again, the idea already stuck in his mind that he might be able to actually enter her body if he pushed far enough, instead of just remaining in this halfway-limbo where he was inside her shaft, but not inside of her - but the hyena took over again before her could, sinking right back down onto and around him, making him gasp and squirm and shudder as all of those sensitive nerves fired off again.

Then up again, a little bit faster, a little more smoothly, and down again, the pleasure of it exhilarating in its sharpness. Darien's legs shivered and kicked at the edge of the bed, trying to find purchase to lift himself up yet unable to; Shara's other paw by now had slid away from around them, her own length holding firm enough amid both of their arousals to allow his now thoroughly lubricated shaft an easy course. He found that with a little bit of extra effort he could indeed reciprocate her movements, pushing up as she pressed down onto him and tugging out when she lifted away, this shaft of hers audibly slurping and sucking at the contours of his length, pulling him quickly, tantalizingly closer to his edge.

He wanted to keep on going. It felt better than anything else he had ever had before: the otter squirmed and shuddered and shivered and gasped, one arm coming up to wrap around her broad body and then falling away, muzzle poking up from between her heavy breasts where they shifted back and forth across his chest and then burying back between them. In the few moments where he had the presence of mind to open his eyes, he looked up to see her watching him from above, slight exertion, interest, and amusement all visible there.

She looked proud of herself, and really she had every right to be. As if sensing his thoughts the hyena tossed her head, showed her teeth again in a bright grin, then leaned in with her lips pursed. Darien licked his lips, swallowed, and lifted up to gladly answer the kiss - and it was her tongue swirling around his, scraping against the roof of his mouth, digging into the space between his gums and his cheek, that finally sent him spurting over the edge.

And just like everything else he had gotten from her tonight, this far exceeded anything of the like he had had before. Darien craned his head back, jaw clenched and eyes wrenched shut; he felt his toes stretch out, then curl in, then stretch out again. His legs kicked, his body trembled, his hips thrust, thrust, thrust again, and somewhere in the back of his mind he felt surprise at the idea that Shara was remaining down on him while he unloaded his admittedly impressive load deep inside of her - or, as it went, not that deep. Maybe that was why: in the hazy, foggy pauses in between powerful, intense spurts he juggled the image of her slurping up off of him and then squatting over the toilet, one paw holding her pseudopenis at the base and the other squeezing his seed out of it like getting the last bits out of a nearly empty tube of toothpaste.

At least he certainly felt spent, and he hadn't even finished his peak yet. It just kept on going, the same sharp, bright pleasure lancing through him again and again, all the nerves and muscles in his loins tensing up and seeming to pull him away from the mattress, deeper inside of her. Feeling his finish, the hyena returned a paw between them and pinched the end of her shaft around the base of his own, effectively preventing any stray spillage; Darien squirmed as the hot, sticky sludge of his own pleasure jetted out inside of her and then squirted back around his still-buried length, smearing him in indulgent warmth that just continued to spread out around and coat him as the hyena wriggled on top of him.

Panting, exhausted, deeply satisfied, after what felt like ages the otter slumped back onto the bed, paws falling from her back to idly caress her broad hips planted against him. Still he was twitching, throbbing inside of her, her pseudo wrapped slightly less snug around his still-hard shaft, keeping him buried in this wet, pulsing, delicious warmth so that even the slightest movement sent a sharp shiver of sensation vibrating through his loins. Dismounting would be hell, but the kind of hell that left him weak at the knees with drool running from his chin.

Shara braced herself against him, still squeezed the lip of her shaft around his own, and started to lift up off of him... and stopped just past the rim of his head. Darien squirmed again, eyes fluttering partially open and jaw setting. He braced himself for what was to come, for the spurt of his own product out across his bellyfur. Already he anticipated the struggle of getting cleaned up, though maybe Shara would be kind enough to let him step aside to shower, and-

And still she didn't stop. The hyena adjusted her postured again, first paw remaining around both of them, other moving up and back to brace against her lower back near her tail as if to guide herself forward. Darien seemed to see it coming in slow motion as she lifted up, bit her lower lip, looked over him once more, and then started driving her hips forward again... and then that same sensation exploded back around him, electrifying in its intensity. He gasped and bucked back down into the mattress, but Shara's weight and superior strength dove against him, paw keeping her sheathed around his still mostly hard length, ensuring that he remained buried.

Where before it was just the descent that made him grit his teeth and squirm, now it was everything that flooded around him. Nerves fired off as though they had been submerged in lava, his body instinctively, reflexively jerking and resisting on its own, every muscle trying to pull himself out and away from her as she continued riding along him, holding her firm, filled pseudo tight around him, driving him to the point of oversensitivity and even beyond. Hot, sizzling torment zapped back and forth through him, sparking out from every single point of contact between his shaft and the hyena's whenever she so much as twitched around him.

Torturous, exhilarating, exhausting all in one. The more he resisted the faster and harder Shara rode him, fingers wrapped snug around both of him, the extra pressure and movement from her pace causing Darien's load to rhythmically squirt out along him, quickly matting down his pubic fur. It felt like when he had been on the cross country team back in high school, pushing himself so far past his limit that he thought his body would just give up on him, and then somehow pushing even further: muscles hot and tight yet simultaneously feeling like they had liquefied, nerves trembling beyond the point of ability, entire body feeling as though it were on the edge of giving out.

He reached up, planted a paw against his head, felt his own claws scrape across his skin through his fur. Whether it was dizziness, exhaustion, or something else that flooded over him he couldn't tell, just that one thing repeated in his mind over and over again - and it took another few hours, or maybe minutes, or maybe even just a second or so, to realize that that one word trickled repeatedly from between his lips wet with dripping drool:

"Stop, stop, stop-" he muttered, unable to gather the strength or presence of mind to do anything. It was like torture held in place here, so close to achieving the relief he wanted, he desired, he needed, yet unable to grasp at it. Shara continued pounding away at him, now needing to keep her grip around herself tight for the way he had considerably softened inside of her: the spare skin at the end of her pseudo wrinkled up around the base of his shaft, now slick and smeared with oozed cum. His other paw gripped desperately at her firm thigh, brain trying to get it to pull her off yet body completely incapable of responding.

Darien had no idea that his body could even feel like this, as though he were simmering from the inside out. His heart pounded so hard he thought he might pass out; his ears rang, he couldn't keep his eyes open around the tears that brimmed out; somewhere off in the distance he wondered if she was about to force him to piss, or bleed, or more likely both. That fire continued to sizzle, to burn and consume and swell -

Until Shara gasped, shuddered, and jerked forcibly down against him, mashing her pseudo against his lower body. Rich wet heat wrapped around him, then tightened, and did so again, and she forced herself forward, and this time ended up flopping free from around his victimized shaft, the otter's barely half-hard length slipping free and drooling out across his belly while she still shivered and shuddered in the throes of her own peak.

In the sudden lack of sensation Darien thought he might have passed out for a moment, every nerve in his body still tingling with the phantom overstimulation. It was the feeling of Shara lifting up off of him that roused him back to the present, and when he managed to lift his head he was quite relieved to see there was no trickle of any unseemly fluids across his belly.

"See?" the hyena grumbled, rising to her footpaws beside the bed, "I was right, and I knew I was gonna be right. I tried to warn you, but just like all the others you didn't listen." She crossed the room towards where she had tossed her pants, lifted them up, shook them out, then looked back towards the bed. "But you did make it through, and that's worth something. I guess."

Still a hundred miles away, the words took a while to register in the back of the otter's mind. He pulled himself up a bit, reached down, touched at himself - did I cum again? I legitimately cannot tell - and tried to sit up, yet found himself unable to. He opened his mouth, coughed, swallowed, swallowed again, tried to speak, and gave up a second later, unsure whether he should apologize or gloat about it.

Shara resolved that for him, though. Firm bulge of her pseudo still visible within the fabric of her shorts, she padded back over, leaned in over her exhausted and thoroughly drained prey, and gave him another sharp-toothed grin.

"So," she said, now in a low growl, "how about I take you back to my place now, and we get ready for a round two?"

Another flashback from high school - the simultaneous thrill, excitement, and fear that came from performing at a competition. After quite some more effort he finally pulled himself up, felt the flood of exhausted salivation in the back of his mouth, and swallowed again.

"Well, you're-" His voice sounded strange to himself, as though he had scratched up his throat trying to get her off of him. "You're right. I can't keep up."

"Well, that's fine. I do have a second option if my partners can't keep it up. Ah..." She raised her paws and held them an impressive distance apart. "Got something back at home, a double-sided toy about... this long. One end goes here," tapping the obvious bulge beneath her shorts, which throbbed in response - and oozed a pale, milky fluid through the fabric. "And the other?" Her grin widened. "It gives my exhausted companion a bit of... _motivation._Do you follow?"

All of that excitement suddenly swung right back around into anxious anticipation. Darien raised his paws in defense and moved to scoot off the bed; she lifted her leg to allow him, brushy tail flicking behind her and a low chuckle bouncing her shoulders.

"Uh," he began, "well, if you remember I said-"

"I remember, honey."

"-yeah, I don't do that, so thanks but no thanks, I-" His legs felt like jelly. He had to grasp onto the nightstand to keep from falling over. "Had a good night, but I'll call you some other time. Can I - drop you off somewhere?"

"Nah. I can get a ride." Shara stood back up; Darien tilted his head back to look up at her. "You shouldn't be driving in your state."

"I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. Thanks for the fun night."

She reached down, tilted his chin up with a finger, and this time leaned in for a surprisingly gentle kiss. Despite everything that had just happened to him, Darien still felt his loins give a little wistful twitch at the contact; he thought about seeing if he could suck her tongue into the back of his throat again, but by the time he pursed his lips to do so she had already pulled away.

"I'll hold you to calling me, though," she said over her shoulder, now reaching for her top as well. "I saw you've got a whiteboard on your fridge. I'll drop my number there, and if I don't hear from you by this time next week, you bet I'll come back here and make sure I get my second round."

Darien watched after her, mouth agape, rudder limp across the floor. He swallowed again, throat dry. In a week from now, he thought, I'd be surprised if I could even cum, after all of that. Still, he got what he wanted, and he figured that Shara had, too. That's a hell of a first date.