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Fynn couldn't help but grin as he watched the other hyena beside him, Shekh's ears perked and eyes wide in shock as well as interest. A chance meeting online compounded with shared interests - of multiple_sorts - developed into a quickly blossoming friendship, and now the spotted male had invited the striped, upon Asha's urging, to come over and meet her. It _just so happened that that meeting involved walking through her front door to find this other striped hyena lounging back in her favorite armchair in the living room, head craned back, arms draped over the back of the chair and showing off the darker tufts of thick, wiry fur underneath, wearing nothing but one of her usual sports bras and then a pair of running shorts which by chance were far too small.

From the door a few minutes ago Fynn had felt Shekh stiffen up beside him, and when he turned to look he saw precisely why. Nestled firmly within the front of Asha's shorts stood the bulge of her sheath, the lip of it actually protruding up and out from the elastic waistband, while her balls had drifted lazily down each of her legs, the loose, succulent skin stretched out under the heat of the day, thick soft fur glistening with the wetness of gathered sweat. She had lifted her head as the boys entered, looked from one to the other, raised her eyebrows, then resumed her initial position.

"Fuckin' finally," she had drawled, accented voice rough and sharp yet still music to Fynn's ears. "Been waitin' twenty minutes since I got the text. Come over here and get to work. The AC went out and I'm thinkin' it'll legit be cooler in your mouths than hangin' outta my fuckin' pants like this."

"Dude," Shekh had murmured to him, trying to nonchalantly reach into his pocket and adjust himself, "you didn't mention your girlfriend's got huge fucking nuts-"

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"Oh, yeah," Fynn had whispered back, taking his new friend's wrist to lead him over. "I can barely fit one of them in my mouth. But between the two of us, I bet we could get both."

And it turned out that had been true. His own lips pursed up against one of the impressively-sized weights, Asha's shorts now limp around a footpaw, Fynn watched with delight as Shekh slurped the other striped hyena's loose, floppy sack-skin up between his lips, jaw churning as he drew it further. Little shimmers and curls of sweat and loose fur gathered at his lips as he did so, broad tongue occasionally flicking out to caress the underside and draw the hanging weight closer to his lips; Fynn felt the tug through Asha's sack as he went further and further, filling his maw with her heat-loosened skin, until the other ball pressed against Shekh's lips. Then Fynn let his own tongue swirl out as well, dancing across the smooth, rounded surface, feeling the natural contours just beneath these layers of skin - and then similarly felt his lips naturally pucker at the bite of stinging, acrid salt.

The familiar taste of her sweat flooded into his mouth, spreading out like fire across his tongue and the interior of his cheeks. Fynn's eyes fluttered shut and he shifted where he knelt, one side of his body pressing against one of her legs while the other squished against Shekh's here beside him; their paws brushed together on the floor, shifted to pull away, then finally settled back in as each male gave in to their assigned task.

"There ya go," Asha purred from above, one paw settled between Fynn's ears. He opened his eyes again and glanced over to see the other in the same place on Shekh's head, his lips now spreading out, parting open around the girth of one of her balls... until gentle suction from within his mouth drew it fully in, once more tugging at the rest of the loose, sweaty skin. "And I was right. It is cooler in there. Your turn now, Fynn."

He looked up again, nodded, swallowed, and then did the same, cupping his tongue out underneath, digging it into the firm, swampy-hot crevice of fur and flesh between her thigh. He had a bit more difficult than Shekh had, but before long he managed - and bumped his muzzle against the other male's, both noses flared and puffing to draw in her heightened scent. Fynn swallowed and swirled his tongue within his mouth, rolling one of Asha's balls and all the loose surrounding skin back and forth, sucking the layers of sweat free until it was all he could taste, a sharp, bright layer settling in atop his breath; every time Shekh exhaled Fynn drew it right back in, the air becoming tight, dense, stale.

His head swam. He slurped at her balls, drew his head back, let the pressure build up against the back of his lips, and then let the weight tug free, its encasing skin remaining caught between his lips until he let that go, too. This slapped wetly back against the front of the chair, then jiggled again as Shekh did the same; one hyena leaned in to bury his nose against the base of Asha's sheath, the other came in to drag his tongue up between her balls now sagging down further from the wet heat of their mouths. Nose bumped against chin, then cheek against cheek, and then-

Shekh's tongue was warm, wet, slimy, sticky. Fynn shivered as it slid across his lips, then curled up underneath his upper, then flicked, danced, and dove into his mouth and across his own. He gladly met it, swirled his own tongue around it, and licked and slurped and sucked, already able to taste Asha's musk on Shekh's breath and drool, drawing the stickiness of the other hyena's hunger into his own mouth. When one huffed and panted so too did the other, hot dank breath puffing out across each other's muzzles, curling their noses, stinging at their eyes and throat; lips finally met lips and Fynn felt his tongue sucked out of his mouth, Shekh vigorously drawing it deeper into his maw, running his tongue, lips, and even teeth across the surface, dragging off all the gathered slickness, swallowing it down with enough force that his shoulders heaved and-

And the paw on the back of Fynn's head tightened painfully and yanked him back. His mouth separated from Shekh's with a pop, and he felt the pins-and-needles tingle of extreme suction dancing across the side of his tongue.

"Hey!" Asha growled, and gave her hips an upward thrust. Her heavy sheath rolled along her belly, her half-hard length slid to the other side and left a thick, glistening smear across her fur where it went, and most importantly, her hanging balls rolled within their dangling sack of wrinkled skin and jiggled gently. "You - fuckin' fags, what are you doing? You're here to make me cooler, not make each other hotter. There'll be time for that later." And now she yanked both of them back down so that their noses bumped together again, though this time with each boy's lips pressed against one of her balls. Fynn and Shekh looked at each other, amusement and embarrassment in each one's eyes. "First you gotta finish cleaning, and emptying_these. _Then you can get to each other."

Fynn swallowed, then did so again, and a third time - Shekh's saliva in his mouth clung to the back of his throat - and curled his tongue back out to scoop Asha's sack up. His ears perked up as she finished:

"And I'll get to watch, yeah?"