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Three figures stood outside their unmarked black sedan at the city limits. The wind blew cold, perhaps portentous. Even here, the distant scents of the city could be picked out by the sensitive nose. Chemical-soaked industry, cars, bakeries, _sex,_all in a heady mixture that'd surely shorten anyone's lifespan by a few years, should they live in it. The hyenas who occupied the city didn't care, though, and neither did any of their visitors, it seemed.

It made Luna cough, though, even this far away. At the same time, she was shivering - with anticipation, not cold - despite her thick fur.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" a wizened old rottweiler asked. He had a look of real concern, hidden as that emotion was beneath a veneer of practiced coldness.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Luna replied. Her tail swished back and forth behind here, a few times. "We've gotten this far."

Her assistant fidgeted nervously next to her. They were both German shepherds, though with wildly different approaches to life. Lance, her internally anxious and outwardly stoic assistant, was the kind who would confidently stare death in the eyes if it was a familiar situation. But in an unfamiliar situation, like entering the foreboding Free City - for want of a real name - of the hyenas, he was a nervous wreck. He didn't say anything, but neither was he able to completely suppress an anxious whine.

"You know we've lost several agents to this place already, right?" the rottweiler emphasized. He took a drag of his cigarette and held it in for a few seconds, before exhaling again. "You're not special. Yeah, you're a good agent, but so were they."

The city had swallowed the last few investigators sent that way. After a few weeks inside, they'd stopped reporting their progress, and soon after that they'd gone entirely radio silent. The chief thought they'd either been disposed of, or they'd been flipped by the hedonistic lifestyle of organized crime that the city seemed to promote. Not to mention all the sex. But for Luna, this was personal. She'd been chasing this hyena for months now for his many crimes - ranging from dealing drugs to confidence tricks, and worst of all, cheating with Luna's former partner, which was the reason she was single again - and just as she was ready to do the bust, he had skittered away to the Free City, where her organization held no power.

That didn't, of course, stop her from going in alone and extracting her suspect. It wouldn't be the first time they were involved in operations like that. Her boss would simply deny all knowledge and involvement if she was caught, and she'd be classified as a rogue agent for the hyenas to punish as they desired.

Likely, that'd involve a lot of penal sex, knowing the hyenas and their predilections. Luna wasn't about to let it happen, though; she was a highly trained special agent, more than capable of fending off a few scraggly hyenas. Her assistant, when he got over the anxiety, was even more capable. He was almost twice as big as any hyena, and likely, twice as strong.

"I'm doing it, boss. Unless you won't let me," Luna said, defiantly.

The old rottweiler sighed again. He'd seen this so many times, and he was tired of it. The overconfidence of youth. Yet, he nodded. Luna was one of his better agents. "Fine," he finally spoke. "Just remember my warning when you're at the bottom of the ocean with a moulded pair of shoes."

He frankly had no idea what happened in the city, only that it'd cost him several of his best agents. He was nervous for a good reason. Very rarely did people only _visit_the city. It was open to anyone, and as far as one could tell there were no prisons in the Free City, nor anywhere else to restrain visitors. Sometimes, they were even seen walking about the hyenas as one of their own. How exactly this happened, nobody knew, but Stockholm Syndrome was a common attempt at explaining it.

What was known was that the city was called "Free" for a reason. It was extremely _liberated._There weren't many laws, nor even many inhibitions. Violence was forbidden, and as far as the agency could tell, theft could be punished, but beyond that, they had few rules. What they did have was an utterly sexual culture. Frequently, the inhabitants would be having sex on the streets without as much as a hint of embarrassment or shame, and this seemed to be the same across the genders and even relationships. It didn't matter to the hyenas if someone was married; they'd still mate eagerly with strangers.

Before they'd stopped reporting in, the lost agents had described the city as the sum of all of civilization's vices, and all had been propositioned by that point. Whether by women spreading their legs on the bus, their expectations clear, or even males eagerly stroking themselves, their hyenine faces showing little but wanton, shameless desire.

That was all fine by Luna. She wasn't a prude. She absolutely would not have sex with a stranger either, but nudity didn't bother her. At least, she figured it didn't. She had seen plenty of naked people before and it'd never been embarrassing. Then again, maybe it'd be different now. She'd have to infiltrate the city, after all. Though she'd never pass as a hyena, she could pass as a visitor rather than a detective, and that meant acting like the others did. She would have to pretend to be just as slutty as the hyenas themselves. Maybe there'd be some compromises she'd have to make.

It didn't matter. She was fixated on catching the hyena who she'd been tracking. She didn't know his real name, but he called himself Shrapnel. No matter what it took, she'd find him, even if she had to tear the whole city down. She'd see that grinning face behind bars. What had flown into her ex to convince him to fuck a filthy criminal like that, Luna would never know, but being single had left her with only her job to focus on, and that only intensified the vengeful rush she found herself in. That bastard was so close she could taste it.

She told the chief as much, and the rottweiler shook his head.

"Your funeral. And I mean it. We have no idea what those hyenas do with visitors, and it's not pressing enough to get the army involved," he said. Then, without further ado, he tossed aside his cigarette, got into the car, and drove off, leaving a trail of dust that lingered for almost a full minute.

"You all ready, Lance?" Luna asked after a moment of taking in the gravity of the situation.

"No," he replied, tersely. He was always quiet at first in any given conversation. "But I'll have to be, won't I?"

"Oh, come on. I should be the one who's worried. What are they going to do a someone like you? It'd take five hyenas to even carry you," Luna commented, trying to bring some levity to the situation as they began to walk towards the city. There was a mile, maybe two, of road left, but the chief hadn't wanted to drive any closer lest he add himself to the list of lost agents.

"Imagine _that_paperwork," Luna joked. "They'd probably want him to do a missing person report for himself, too."

She always joked around when she got nervous. It was a kind of defense mechanism that helped her accept the occasional absurdity of the world, such as this city that was supposedly full of hyenas constantly having sex with each other. Lance said nothing. Despite his bulky, muscular appearance, he was smart. The quiet type, but smart, and right now he was thinking of how they might catch their heartbreaker-thief. Finding him would be like finding a needle in a haystack, but he had a German shepherd's unwavering loyalty to Luna. If she wanted to try this, he'd be at her side all the way to the end, no matter how messy that end got.

"Think they've got hotels here?" Luna asked after another few hundred meters.

"Yep," Lance grunted. The gnawing anxiety of worrying about the future was starting to fade as the future became the present and they finally neared their destination. From here on out, they'd both have to focus on the current moment. "Looked that up."

"Any that aren't like... for sex?" she prodded, feeling a little guilty that she'd been so blinded by the prospect of finally catching her white whale that she'd forgotten to look up the practicalities of staying a few weeks in the Free City. But that was why she had Lance to assist her. They were a team for a reason; she was the brains - typically, at least, when not driven to act impulsively by a personal case - and he was the muscle and common sense.

"No. But it's not like we'll be having sex anyway, so what's the difference?" Lance replied. "There's one specifically for tourists near the center. Called..." he flicked open a notebook and had a look at his notes. "Dirty Dick's."

"That's a strip club name right there," Luna sighed.

"That's not even in the top ten of these names. They read like the world's horniest eighteen-year-old tried to write a story. How about The Slimy Knot, or perhaps you'd be interested in Anonymous Pregnancy Hotel?"

Luna pinched the bridge of her nose. "Those sound more like porn websites," she finally replied. "Does this city do anything except fuck?"

"Not as far as I can tell. I'm not sure who they even trade with. There's certainly no production here, though going by the number of hotels, strip clubs, and brothels... maybe that's their whole economy?" Lance chuckled.

"Sounds like you're finally warming up to this," Luna commented.

"Nope, I'd still rather be back home, solving the kind of stuff we always solve," Lance sighed. "But it's like you always said. If a situation is so absurd you can't help but laugh, laugh. That's probably what the hyenas are doing, too."

Indeed, they could hear the yapping laughter of one hyena or another as they approached the city. In the horizon, the sun had finished setting and left the world illuminated only by what artificial lights anyone could muster. Luckily for Luna and Lance, the city was nothing if not decorated and well-lit, though in the gaudiest, horniest way she could imagine. Countless neon signs sounding the siren call of sex, some even shaped like cocks, drowning out even the clear white of the streetlights in some places.

The two dogs crossed the city limits and continued inward. It didn't take long before they saw their first public sex act. A hyena, seemingly female, was leaned against a wall with her skirt hiked over her hips, with a yapping and cackling crowd of men lining up behind her to do what men always did; leave her filled with their cum. The sight was so incredibly perverted even for someone like Luna, who had grown up in a big city with no shortage of vices, herself. But her home still had limits. People couldn't just fuck like wild animals.

Her eyes lingered on the crowd a little longer and her hand came to rest on her self-defense spray just in case anyone thought she'd want to join it. Nobody did, of course. They were perfectly happy taking loud, noisily slapping turns on their personal horny bitch, and besides: if there were any reports of the hyenas forcing anyone, it'd have been much easier to drive them out of the city by force. They knew that perfectly well.

"You ever feel like doing something like that?" Luna asked, jabbing a finger into Lance's ribs.

Lance gave a surprised bark, distracted from staring at the group of hyenas as they passed. "N-no. I mean yes. No. M-maybe with friends I knew really well," he stuttered in reply. "You know? I'm sure you-" he began, and then thought better of suggesting anything lewd about the other detective. While Luna wasn't exactly a_prude,_ she had what some might call a sex-negative mindset. She wouldn't have admitted to it herself. Maybe she wouldn't mate with her friends.

"Never mind," he said, instead, and then focused his gaze forward again. "That looks like our hotel right there."

Indeed, in front of them was the central hotel, inventively named the Central Hole-tel. The name alone made Luna roll her eyes so hard it hurt. Someone was openly masturbating by the entrance. No, two people were, she quickly realized. Both were males, and rather well-hung at that. If they weren't hyenas, and better yet, if they weren't exposing themselves to the whole city, Luna's gaze might've lingered on their chiseled bodies.

The lobby of the hotel smelled, as one might've expected, of sex. There was a lounge where visitors, presumably strangers to each other, were already mating. A couple of male hyenas were taking turns on each other. A female one with large, pendulous breasts was riding a third.

"Well, the briefing didn't exaggerate when it said they're shameless, I guess," Luna muttered. She was starting to feel rather warm and even sweaty owing to the musky scent in the air, and even if she wasn't into it, it was impossible to not be at least somewhat affected by all of the wanton moans and grunts. None of the hyenas were wearing protection either, which meant they apparently didn't care if they got knocked up with some stranger's cubs, Luna observed.

"...yeah," Lance replied after a few quiet seconds of staring at the hyenas. Far more so than Luna, he suddenly felt a kind of longing, as if he some part of him liked what he was seeing. A desire that felt deep-seated demanded that he join in. A questioning, errant, and entirely unwelcome fantasy of how it might feel to plunge into one of the slutty hyenas' soaked, well-used pussies and simply abandon himself to that way of life.

Lance shook his head. A pleasant thought, maybe, but he had duties that he considered to be of utmost importance, and a loyalty to Luna that few could command.

"What?" Luna commented in a half-snarl. "If this actually makes you horny, you can always-"

She was interrupted by the hotel clerk. "Newcomers, welcome!" he shouted, exuberant in tone and volume both. He was also fully naked behind the desk, though thankfully the desk itself covered him from the waist down. "Would you like to check in?"

"Yes," both Luna and Lance spoke in unison.

"Good, good. We have a few rooms available, all with high quality visual stimulation if you need it! I take it one bed is enough?" he asked, adding that last part as if it were an off-handed remark or a rhetorical question of some sort.

"No, actually, two beds. And we don't want to pay extra for porn," Luna sighed. She was brushing her fingers through her hair, a surefire sign of her being increasingly annoyed. "Doesn't anyone in this city just act... normal?"

"Ooh. Total_newcomers, I gotcha," the hyena grinned. "Two beds it is, but the porn is complimentary! As for acting _normal, you're merely witnessing our culture. You know, drop your pants and let whoever fuck you. You should try it, it's pretty liberating," he added. "If you want to get anywhere in this city, you might have to."

"No thanks," Luna remarked sharply. "But while you're talking anyway, have any hyenas come by here recently from outside of your city? Calls himself Shrapnel?"

"Interrogating me, are we?" the clerk replied with amusement in his voice. "You some kind of detective? No, we don't generally get hyenas from outside the city. Not at this hotel at least. They all seem to be from here."

His emphasis was so strange that it gave Luna a few seconds of pause before her professional attitude could reassert itself. "Well, either way. We'll take a room, and please, no room service-" she began, and then interrupted herself, this time. She realized she had very little desire to dine in a restaurant full of hyenas. Watching them do their thing would destroy her appetite in a hurry. "-scratch that, deliver breakfast and dinner to our room, please. But leave it outside."

"Sure, sure. I'm sure you'll find the Central Hole-tel to your liking. And hey, for your friend - just among us boys - we do have gloryholes in all public restrooms, if you need to relax a little," the hyena smiled, this time so broadly that he showed off his full set of sharp fangs.

"I'll pass," Lance replied. Yet he couldn't deny that the idea had an immediate appeal. Maybe he could sneak in there while- no, bad dog, he scolded himself. Yet his sheath swelled a little at the idea.

"Suit yourself," the hyena replied. He punched a few keys on his time-worn keyboard. Nobody seemed to care too much about maintenance here, likely because any given maintenance staff got immediately distracted by sex. "Right. You get room 9. Food deliveries to the door. For any help in doing the detective schtick, I recommend loosening up a bit, miss."

"Thanks, yeah, and you can keep that attitude to yourself, too," Luna barked.

"Hey, most visitors say it takes a while for this city to really grow on you," the clerk replied. "Don't judge us yet, you might learn to like it. The city would certainly appreciate some fresh dog pussy."

That statement was delivered with such foreboding emphasis that Luna immediately wondered if the hyenas simply brainwashed visitors to join them and become similarly empty-headed sex-crazed beasts who could barely manage a simple hotel job. Her expression remained neutral, though; she'd wasted enough time on this crude idiot already.

Setting up in the hotel room only took a minute. All she had to do was plug in her laptop, on which she had all the documents regarding this case. Lance, meanwhile, poured himself a glass of water and sat down to simply think. He tried to think like this "Shrapnel" character would. Where he'd try to hide after escaping to the Free City.

Most likely, he thought, the hyena would try to blend in. Lance sipped the water, noting a slightly metallic taste, but he didn't really have any choice but to drink it anyway.

Blending in. That was it. If he remembered correctly, Shrapnel was a big guy, the kind who wouldn't look out of place as a personal trainer, a construction worker, or perhaps more fitting for this city, a sex worker. Maybe a professional stud._It had to be a good life. Doing what all the hyenas liked doing, but getting paid for it. It seemed _wonderful, Lance thought, as his fantasies once again drifted to the thought of mounting one of the hyenas and simply_fucking_ her shamelessly.

He drank the rest of the water, idly trying to picture the gloryholes that the hotel clerk had mentioned. His cock twitched at the thought. Why shouldn't he do it, Lance asked himself. Nobody would ever have to know that he got his cock sucked by some slut, and it'd let him focus more on the task at hand instead of being distracted by the slightest display of sex. Luna would disagree, though, which made him hesitate, but at the same time, what she didn't know didn't hurt her. If some slutty hyena really wanted a load of canine cum inside them, it wouldn't harm anyone.

Lance could notice his thoughts growing slow and sluggish with what he assumed had to be pure pent-up lust. Slowly he stood up, groaning quietly when he realized just how hard he was, and left the room to at least clear his head, even if he didn't end up doing what his body was suddenly demanding he do.

Luna, meanwhile, was deep in thought. She was going through all the evidence, but in the end, none of it was enough. She had no choice but to head out on the streets of the Free City, and right now, she - with her knee-length skirt and black, immaculate blazer - stood out like a sore thumb. Nobody would talk to her if she looked like this, and although she didn't like dressing like a slut, she had come prepared just for this eventuality.

With a little sigh, she dug into her luggage. She'd ordered an assortment of more alluring_clothes before arriving here. Lacey little panties, and a short denim skirt that barely reached halfway down her thighs. A crop top that left most of her midriff bare and showed off a generous amount of cleavage. She _was proud of her body, she just didn't like baring herself for strangers, as seemed to be the custom in this strange place. Otherwise, she'd have no chance of getting any help with her investigation.

And if someone actually decided to touch her, she had her pepper spray. Law enforcement grade. Even the toughest hyena would have trouble _existing_after a healthy dose of the stuff.

Lance found himself in the public restrooms. He felt dizzy, not really remembering how he'd ended up there. Hadn't he been planning to get some fresh air? To get some more water, maybe? He realized that he was still holding his glass and filled it from the restroom tap, accidentally spilling it as he drank with shaky hands. There was something off about it, but he felt incredibly thirsty, and seemingly more so the more he drank.

Did they put something in it? Lance groaned, setting the glass down and rubbing his temples firmly. He felt almost drunk, only far hornier and harder than he'd ever been under the influence of alcohol. The dog's eyes drifted towards the bathroom stalls, and just then, he heard someone grunt with pleasure a few times, the dividing wall visibly shaking as whoever it was slammed against it before growing still.

A minute or so later, a hyena left the stall with a big grin on his face and his softening cock slowly retreating back into his sheath. He didn't even try to conceal himself, but he winked at Lance knowingly on his way out.

Lance knew, of course, that the whole situation was perverted beyond belief but the idea of getting some quick relief made him hesitate. He stared into the empty stall, trying to force himself to turn around and walk away, when suddenly, someone else stepped into the restrooms.

Reflexively, without as much as thinking about it, Lance dashed into the open stall before he missed his opportunity, and quickly locked the door behind himself. His heart was beating rapidly, and he felt more nervous than he had in ages. The stall indeed had a very obvious hole in the wall - adorned with ropes of cum both fresh and dry - and from it, a beautiful, carnal scent wafted up to the dog's nostrils. Heat. Hyena heat, yes, which made it both exotic and familiar.

And when he looked at the hole, he could see the dark outlines of a dripping wet pussy, oozing with the cum of however many other men. The latter did nothing to deter him. Lance almost convulsively yanked off his clothes. He needed this, everything else be damned. He wasn't going to turn down a bitch in heat, and his cock throbbed eagerly in agreement as he approached the hole with a vapid, dazed smile on his face.

Luna stared at herself in the mirror. She looked like a slut, which was probably appropriate for this city. On top of the revealing clothes, she'd put on a thick layer of makeup, from eyeshadow to lipstick that made her normally thin lips look plump and perfect. In a way that she'd never openly admit, she did _enjoy_looking sexy and alluring, in a strange way. She sipped the metallic-tasting water to quench the thirst she'd built up while focused on the mirror, while hoping that the water was at least clean enough to not give her the runs.

Right, girl. Time to get to work. Just find Lance and start investigating, she thought, immediately annoyed when she left the bathroom and realized that her assistant had apparently wandered off.

"Lance? Lance, where'd you go?" she called out, giving a frustrated growl at the total lack of a reply. No doubt he had a good reason for wandering off, but Luna liked being in control and knowing all the variables. This was the opposite of that.

At least he's not going to see you in this embarrassing outfit, she told herself. Though some instinct told her to wait for her much bigger assistant, she wasn't patient enough for it. Especially knowing it could be hours until he returned. She left a sternly worded little letter on the bed and headed out into the grimy streets of the Free City.

For a brief moment, said assistant hesitated. The tip of his cock was so close to the freely offered hyena-cunt that he could feel her heat. That very natural allure was hard to resist, but at the same time, the sensible part of him understood that he'd be giving something up if he gave in. That he'd normalize this kind of perverted, lusty behaviour for himself until it became second nature. Thoughts of those who had previously been lost in the city flashed through his mind. It would've been something exactly like this that caused it, he realized. And yet... his balls felt so full he was half worried that they might burst.

When he couldn't make a clear decision either way, his animal instincts did it for him. Without thinking about it, Lance leaned down and stuck his nose to the hole. The rich fragrance of heat and sperm filled his nostrils. It was like a shot of adrenaline, or a hit of the purest aphrodisiac, immediately intensifying that sexual fog filling his skull to thick, burning hot smoke. It didn't matter_how _used the hyena was. How dirty she was with the cum of others. No, he'd devour her.

Lance thrust his hips forward with a lusty growl, and then moaned out in carnal bliss as the hyena's well-used pussy engulfed his cock in sweet, wet, needy heat. A shiver shot up his spine. The kind of brief convulsion that shut down all conscious thought in favor of more of what he was feeling. More sex, until he pumped that slutty hyena full of his sperm to join that of whoever else had used her. Panting, he began to rut with utter lusty abandon, stroking his throbbing cock in and out of that sloppy, warm hole, feeling spent cum spill out around his cock, where he spread the hyena wide. She yapped and barked as he did, encouraging him to go harder, and he did, until he was pounding against the dividing wall just as the stranger before him had.

"You'll make such a handsome hyena stud," she moaned. He didn't hear any of it over the thundering beat of his own heart. He didn't hear or sense anything except the wet, warm squeezing and clenching around his cock. The hyena bitch was _milking_him, her body trying its hardest to suck his sperm out of him and into her.

Oh, he'd be all too happy to give her every drop. He rocked against the wall and into her faster and faster. Not once did he feel any of the disgust he might've normally felt at using a "public" hole like hers, nor did he notice that his once solid brown and black fur was starting to get spotty around his groin, faster with each thrust. Her passionate, wanton squeezing felt like heaven, and her juices staining his groin felt like a badge of honor. He wanted to smell like her.

Yet, that passionate moment quickly became too much to bear. He thrust a few more times, roughly and clumsily, and then let out a strangled howl of pleasure as his knot swelled inside his anonymous bitch, just like dozens - or hundreds - had before him. He twitched, throbbed, and slumped against the wall as he filled the free use hyena with rope after rope of his plentiful cum. Every urge and instinct in his body was telling him to knock her up, and he was nothing but a slave to them. He kept rocking against the wall until the white-hot spasms of orgasm faded into a deeply satisfying afterglow.

He glanced down at their messy union. The hyena had squirted all over him, it seemed, and his fur was definitely getting spotty down there. Paler, too. Desaturated into a dirty brown, matted and messy just like that of a hyena. Lance chuckled at the sight. His mind was far too foggy to really _worry_about what he saw happening. Rather, he felt incredibly good. Good and horny, to the point that he was starting to fantasize about if the other hyena he'd seen enter the restrooms would like a turn under his very straight tail so he could feel even better. He wasn't gay, of course, but it was just something everyone here did anyway.

Luna, meanwhile, continued her search. She stopped by every group of hyenas she saw, went into every bar, and none of them had heard about this "Shrapnel" or seen any newcomers recently. What they did see was her body, and she had to constantly slap away their groping hands by the bars, especially the last one she was still questioning the bartender at.

"Nope, we've not seen anyone like that," he grinned. As expected, really. Luna snarled at one of the patrons who quickly withdrew the hand he'd snuck under her short skirt to squeeze her rump.

The bartender cocked an eyebrow. "You know, you should just let loose. You're a tourist, you know. Have some fun instead of being so uptight. Then just tell your boss you couldn't find 'im."

Luna shot him a glance perhaps best described as murderous. On some deep, inner level, she found herself enjoying the feeling of everyone's eyes on her. The desire they showed, if rather crudely. The knowledge that any of them would _eagerly_mate with her if she let them.

She blinked. Where had that thought come from? She certainly didn't want to do anything of the sort!

"Tell you what," the bartender said. "You let me pour you a drink, and it just might jog someone's memory here. You relax a little, we got a little more serious. Meet in the middle kind of thing. Agreed?"

Luna quickly weighed the possibilities. She had no authority here. Her muscle had disappeared somewhere without telling her. And most importantly, this was the first bar where the bartender - or anyone else - even hinted that he might know something.

It was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.

"Fine," she replied. "Just one. And don't pour the whole bottle in there, I'm watching you."

"No worries there. You want more booze than a standard drink and you'll be paying for it. Probably by sucking my cock," he cackled, and gave the drink a quick stir. A couple of guests at one of the tables had already began to openly stroke each other's cocks.

"Remind me why you hyenas like public sex so much," she sighed, dutifully taking a quick sip of the drink. It didn't taste bad, but it had that same metallic edge that the tap water had. Probably made with the same stuff, Luna reasoned.

"It's not just public sex, it's more like, mm... public free use?" the bartender answered, smiling. "Anyone in this city is free to use anyone else at any time. Well, except visitors, until they offer anyway."

Luna was starting to feel a little strange. She didn't connect it to the drink as much as she did to having to try to understand these people. She exhaled slowly through her teeth.

"So, I assume that goes for both men and women? If another man is horny you won't mind them hopping the bar counter and just fucking you?" she asked.

"I prefer_women - there's just something special about how wet and soft you are - but no. You should try it. Like I said, _liberating," he added. "Most of our visitors end up agreeing."

Luna felt someone's hand brush against her skirt again. She sighed but didn't feel it was important enough to pay any further attention to. Instead, she focused on the bartender, and finished the odd-tasting drink in one gulp that burned in her throat on the way down.

"Okay, spots. You said you knew something about Shrapnel. So, what is it? Where is he?" she asked in the most authoritative tone she could muster, leaning over the bar for emphasis. That, of course, left her skirt riding up the curve of her rump until her shapely ass was almost bare, but she just couldn't be bothered to fix it, not right now. Not like anyone here cares anyway, half the patrons have their tits out.

"Right. Since you were such a good girl for me, I suppose I can remember something more about that guy. Dropped by here a week ago or so. Ordered a couple of drinks, get a little smashed, and then left," the bartender grinned.

Luna, on the other hand, frowned.

"That's not very useful. Where'd he go after that?" she asked. Just then, someone squeezed her ass, and roughly, his thick fingers kneading into her soft flesh. "Hey, stop that!"

"If you let him continue for a bit I might remember where your guy went, too," said the bartender.

"Let him continue my-" Luna shot back, only managing to stop by biting her lip hard. This was the only lead she had. She had to play along, or it'd be back to square one. "-fuck."

"Hey, don't pretend you're not enjoying it," the bartender laughed, and then reached to squeeze her breasts at the same time. "See, your nipples are really hard."

Her attempt to protest caught in her throat and came out as a strange, choked moan instead. The hyena pinched her nipple through the flimsy excuse for a bra she was wearing, and the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through her body made her squirm. The other's hand slipped under her panties, now, and she realized she had to put a stop to this, no matter what, or they'd just keep pushing.

A finger slipped up along her folds just as she straightened up.

"Wet, too," someone barked from behind her. "Only one good fix for that!"

"Y-yeah, but I can't, I'm not-" she stammered, suddenly feeling rather vulnerable as the horny hyenas began to surround her. Her usual confidence and dominance faltered as she realized that if they wanted to, they could simply take her. There would be nothing she could do about it, and the thought _excited_her far more than it should've. A rough hand on her back pushed her back over the counter.

"You want to know where your guy went, don't you? We hyenas only help our own. If you want any kind of answers you better start acting like us, and let's not kid ourselves... you need it. I can smell your heat all the way over here," the bartender cackled.

"What? I'm not- I'm not in heat!" Luna exclaimed. She'd been pretty careful to come here specifically when there was no risk of that, but the hyena mentioning it made her realize that she was feeling that warm and damp telltale itch already. She didn't know how it was possible, but she _did_know it made the whole situation much riskier.

"This bitch needs a bit more encouragement," someone commented, and then grabbed her hair to pull her head up while someone else - the bartender - pushed another glass to her lips and poured the contents into her open mouth. "Drink up. I told you, you _gotta_loosen up!"

"N-no, just let me go, please," Luna pleaded, while at the same time furious at her assistant for letting this happen. She was about to get taken advantage of while Lance was somewhere chasing slutty hyenas or partying! As the tangy drink filled her mouth, though, she had no choice but to swallow. She couldn't even tell if it was alcoholic, but something in it burned on the way down.

If it wasn't for her precarious situation, she might've even liked it. It left her feeling a little buzzed. A little excited, as if the drink itself was reassuring her that the predicament she found herself in wasn't that bad. After all, her body was made to have sex. That was-

"-exactly why your slutty little pussy is getting so wet. Because it's meant to be stuffed," one of her assailants growled with a cocky grin on his face. "Stuffed and filled to the brim with cum that you won't even bother to stop leaking out, because feeling that lewd filth soak your thighs makes you so damn horny."

It wasn't just that, either. She was also starting to relax. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal. Maybe the hyenas were right. They were right about her body, though, and that meant the same applied to their bodies. They wouldn't have those hard, beautiful cocks if they weren't meant to plunge them into every willing hole. She looked up for the first time and saw them in a new light. The nudity had bothered her a little, first. No longer. Every erect cock around her looked beautifully eager. Some of their knots were already swelling, and she found herself wondering how they'd feel inside her, ensuring that she received every dirty drop of their hyenine cum.

Wait, knots? Hyenas don't-

She must've looked horny or dazed, because just then, she felt something warm swipe over her petals. Only once, more to sample her than to pleasure her. It still made her squirm. Someone else was getting bent over the bar counter next to her; another woman like herself, though this one was a hyena. She moaned happily without as much as a word of protest as the first of the patrons yanked her tail up and slammed his hips against her, sliding effortlessly into her permanently wet cunt.

The bartender tapped Luna's nose. "Her?" he asked. "She's one of our regulars. Look at how happy she is, coming here every day to let the whole bar empty their balls in her."

She did look happy. Blissed out, even, though not so much that she couldn't nurse on a beer while the male behind her rutted into her eagerly. Luna felt an inexplainable twinge of jealousy staring at the other woman.

"You could be just like her, you know. Mm, you could smell like her too. Like cum and sex. Walk around naked and let everyone fuck you until you're just another hyena," the bartender kept encouraging her. Another drink was brought to her lips, and this time she didn't hesitate to swallow it down. "Oh, whaddya know? We have a good first cock for you" he suddenly exclaimed.

"Wait, w-" Luna stammered. Then she felt something much warmer slip over her rather engorged lips. Unmistakably firm, hard, hot, and masculine. "I don't want to-"

"Well, usually we'd give you some time to get adjusted, but this is just too delicious. So, we'll start your life as a free use slut here," the bartender smiled, before addressing whoever was behind her "Go on, fuck her. And remember to cum inside. This bitch could do with a nice litter of hyena cubs!"

Before Luna could say anything else, that firm thickness - some stranger's cock - suddenly pushed forward and into her. She moaned out, just like the hyena bitch next to her, and briefly, they looked at each other her. She still had the look of casual bliss on her face. And Luna figured she must've looked similar, given the grin and wink that the hyena returned to her. She could barely comprehend anything at all except that she suddenly felt very full, as if someone had forced a baseball bat deep into her fertile and eager slutty pussy. Her body swallowed up the intrusion with a wet squishing sound that left her feeling even more self-conscious.

Not that she wasn't self-conscious. She was here, bent over a bar, with a stranger's bare cock inside her while she was in heat. It was almost too much to bear; Luna's mind was swimming, and yet she couldn't believe how amazing it felt. Every thrust or throb of the stranger's cock sent a euphoric vibration through her body as her pussy glutted on the rock-hard cock inside it, clenching and squeezing for dear life. Just as it was meant to.

Just as _she_was meant to. Luna moaned again, trying to focus; if she was going to get fucked like this, the least the bartender could do was tell her where her quarry was! She managed to choke out the questions, punctuated by needy little whimpers and moans.

"Once he's done with you," the other hyena laughed, and the rest of the bar - the bitch included - broke out in cackling laughter. "Then_I'll accept that you've loosened up enough. Now just enjoy that sweet cock, _sister," he continued, emphasizing that last word.

Luna couldn't see it, of course, but around her dripping wet pussy, where the stranger's cock hammered into her, her fur was growing pale and spotty. And not just that. Her cunt, itself, was swelling up, growing more prominent and inviting, just like that of the other female hyenas. More sensitive, too - but she was acutely aware of that one, with how even feeling the male twitch inside her nearly made her see stars. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if she let him fill her. Sure, his potent, virile sperm might knock her up and leave her a slutty single mother, swollen and visibly pregnant with some bastard cubs, but maybe_the hyenas were right. _Maybe it really was no big deal. It felt fantastic, after all. Every slick, potent inch of it. Every slap of whoever-it-was' heavy balls against her clit, as if reminding her of what he had in store for her.

And it was for a good cause. Not a big deal. Really, why didn't she do this more often? Maybe Lance wouldn't have disappeared if she let him fuck her regularly. It was so easy, too. All she had to do was bend over or spread her legs and someone would, no doubt, be there almost instantly to stuff her slutty pussy. It'd make them a lot more eager to help her, too.

"Yeah, there you go. Doesn't that feel a _lot_better?" the bartender laughed. He reached out to cup Luna's chin, which she found both demeaning and oddly thrilling. "Shrapnel should be coming soon," he added.

Oh! Perfect! Then Luna could arrest him, and they could be out of the city tonight, at no other expense than a pussy full of warm, sticky hyena cum. And maybe a pregnancy, later on. But that was a worry she could deal with later. A consequence for another day. This was way_too fun - way too _important, that is, she corrected herself - to stop now. Again, the stranger's cock throbbed inside her, and she felt a splash of wet heat squirt somewhere deep inside her, against what she thought must've been her cervix.

The same cervix that'd soon be soaked with very potent seed. Suddenly, she began to laugh. The whole scenario was so absurd, and yet so hot that she couldn't contain herself. The joy and bliss spilled from her lips in a whooping, cackling, and very hyenine laughter as the stranger sped up, hammering into her receptive cunt with very masculine hunger. Next to her, the other bitch smiled knowingly as another bar patron took a turn on her leaking cunt.

It wasn't before Luna opened her eyes that she had one last moment of clarity. She noticed that her muzzle looked different. She couldn't pinpoint what the difference was right away, before she raised an arm and realized it was covered in black spots. Just like a hyena.

Suddenly everything made sense. Every visitor who came to the city didn't disappear, they were swallowed up by the ceaseless hedonism and perversion and ended up transformed into hyenas themselves! That explained why so many of them had knots, too. They'd been dogs, just like her. Just like... Lance? The realization was like a jolt of electricity that cleared her mind up, however briefly. Yet, seeing her eyes clear up and focus again, the bartender pushed another glass of their strange drinks to her lips while grabbing her by the scruff of her neck.

"Nope," he grinned. "No sudden realizations, now. Relax. You're just about to catch Shrapnel, too."

Sure enough, another forced mouthful of the burning drink quickly made that lusty fog rise again. She could barely focus her eyes at all. Everything was a blur of pleasure, and she was so far gone that she didn't even protest as the bartender's fingers pushed into her mouth to rub over her tongue and lips.

"Such a good slutty bitch, aren't you? Oh, that guy you're chasing? Looks like he's coming, now," he laughed.

Luna had no idea what he meant, at first. But then, a pair of strong arms flipped her around. The stranger's cock never left her swollen, soaked pussy as she came face to face with the cock's owner.

Shrapnel. The bastard hyena who'd stolen her partner from her was eagerly rutting into her, and she was letting him. He felt amazing. The grin on his face made Luna want to tear his throat out, but at the same time, her body practically cheered him on, squeezing and massaging every inch of his beautiful, wonderful cock, trying to tease him into filling her. Into knocking her up.

The sensation was something like her mind shattering. It was too much. She couldn't accept that she was getting fucked by who had quickly become her arch-nemesis, and she couldn't accept that she loved it, just like her husband presumably had. Luna cried out at the top of her lungs as her orgasm overwhelmed her, leaving her thrashing and squirming, her legs instinctively locking behind Shrapnel's hips to force his perfect cock deeper into her, all the way into her, deep enough that she could feel the muted pressure of his tip nudging against her thirsty cervix.

Luna realized that her whole body was covered in spots, but that barely had any room to register at all in her overloaded mind. Instead, watching her enemy's cock plunge into her slippery cunt, she moaned again while unwillingly clenching around the hyena's shaft in an orgasmic rhythm. She didn't want this to happen. Then again, her body did.

"That's... exactly what your bitch of a husband did, too," Shrapnel laughed with a kind of cruel, malignant lust. His swelling knot slapped wetly against Luna's lips. "Only he didn't get pregnant. You will."

The last few words were a choked, focused growl. He forced his knot in, and immense pressure turned to ecstasy with an inaudible pop, ensuring that all of his seed would remain inside her until it could do its duty. While Luna stared at him - the barkeep's strong hands pinning her to the bar counter, to stop her from thrashing too much - she felt his thick cock buck inside her. Then, a pressured jet of thick heat erupted deep into her body. She was being inseminated, bred, by her worst enemy, and she was cumming her brains out from receiving that load. It was too much. All she could do was moan as her mind crumbled under the pressure, leaving her lusty new body free to uncaringly milk Shrapnel's cock for all it was worth, trying_to get pregnant, or at the very least _not caring. Because it wasn't a big deal.

Her world dissolved into white-hot pleasure as her body drank every drop of Shrapnel's cum, just as a good hyena slut should. When she came to, she was still laying on the bar, but her quarry was long gone. Luna didn't care. She waved down the bartender for another drink just as one of the other patrons took his place between her wide-spread legs and slid effortlessly into her cum-soaked pussy. She giggled as she felt that sticky mess warmly gush out of her and over her thighs, displaced by her newest lover's cock.

Luna had no idea how many of them had taken turns fucking her while she was unconscious, but that was fine. It was no big deal. She was probably pregnant already anyway, and taking cocks was exactly what her slutty little cunt was for. She laughed again, cheering that newest partner on to fuck her harder while downing another of the bartender's drinks, while at the same time reaching down between her legs to feel that hot, throbbing cock rutting into her, and grinning widely as she realized her pubic fur was completely soaked in cum, as were her thighs. She must've taken a dozen men, at least! The thought only made her feel prouder and hotter, and suddenly the former dog found herself teetering on the edge of another filthy climax, slowly surrendering what little shreds of her original self still remained to the constant ecstasy the hyenas eagerly fucked her into. Fucked into her.

Quickly, she came again around her anonymous partner's cock, moaning shamelessly. The people at the bar cheered and jeered in response, and it felt nothing but right. By the end of it all, once nobody else wanted to use her, she stood up again and smoothed her skirt back down over her hips. She felt wobbly, and very aware of the warm stream of cum she'd been pumped full of oozing down her spotted thighs. But that was nothing unusual. Just about every woman in the city - and a lot of the men, too - sported that look seemingly permanently.

Luna's head felt strangely empty. She couldn't quite remember why she'd come to the city to begin with. Had she always lived here? It wasn't quite amnesia, but more like her mind simply didn't want to bother remembering. Like it wasn't important compared to the warm afterglow that encompassed most of her body and especially her tingling, used pussy.

"Oh, you're finally done? That was _some_debut!" the bartender grinned. "Here's an address for you. For new citizens, you know. Get your apartment and all that."

He handed Luna a little scrap of paper with a street name and number scribbled onto it. She thanked him and left the bar, leaving a trail of cum behind herself.

The city felt different, now. The lights seemed deeper and the colors more intense. The scents, titillating and exciting. Most of all, though, she knew that she was different somehow, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Try as she might, no matter how much she tried to force the memories to surface, they wouldn't.

And as she was lost in thought, some random hyena with a huge hard cock approached her. Luna gave a playful sigh and leaned against a nearby wall, sticking her rump out for the stranger. In no time, he had her skirt up again and was eagerly panting as he thrust into her sopping wet pussy. The pleasure, of course, knocked loose all those memories she'd _almost_caught, once again, and by the time he was done rutting and instead busy squirting a fresh load of semen into her, she didn't even remember trying. The pleasure was just too much, as distinctly evidenced by how she gushed over the stranger's sheath in turn as he filled her.

What had she been trying to do again?

Luna felt dizzy as she walked the streets aimlessly, just like most other residents of the Free City. Eventually, between encounters with more horny strangers, she happened to find that scrap of paper in her pocket, and managed to keep the address in mind even while a gang of younger hyenas took turns on her. Once she finally made it there - to the social office of the Free City - they provided her with housing and coupons for food.

All she had to do was be her new self. In a city like this one, that meant she gladly let anyone pin her against a wall or guide her onto all fours on a park bench so they could fuck her, always bare. Soon enough it all felt like second nature; showing off in a skirt so short it barely concealed anything at all, and often topless. It was, simply, no big deal. After a few weeks, she had fully completed her transformation into a hyena. Every inch of her previous clean fur was now a dirty brown and adorned with spots, and she barely remembered her former life at all. Memories melted quickly when one was constantly creaming their brains out around some horny stranger's cock, after all. By then, her belly had swollen just enough that she_knew_ she was pregnant again. Hopefully with a cub from that handsome hyena she'd met at the bar!

Eventually, she and Lance did come across each other again when one of Luna's new friends told her about the gloryholes in the hotel, and she immediately rushed here, eager to try out a new kinky way to have anonymous sex. Neither she nor her assistant recognized each other - they were separated by a wall, and beyond that, both looked just like any other hyenas now - but that didn't stop them from happily fucking each other through that hole in the wall that'd originally seduced Lance. It was wonderfully perverted, being filled with spurt after spurt of cum from someone she couldn't even see, especially given that her well-used cunt was already leaking with the rich, mixed sperm of her other lovers.

Somewhere, back in her home city, the police chief sighed as he added two more names to the list of agents who had mysteriously disappeared in the Free City. He dreaded to think what might've happened. One day he'd mount a whole rescue operation.