Wherehyena
This tale was written when I was MUCH younger, below the legal age for porn actually. I found it on my old computer and I decided to post it here. It is undedited will remain so. A gimpse into a moment of my interests in development. Of course this is an adult story so please only real if you are of the right age (like that's going to stop you)!
The Werehyena
By: "Otterwhiz!", 16
If I turned into a werehyena one night in my bedroom, the following events would be very interesting.
My clothes were torn to ribbions from my trasformation. I looked at my giant naked body and giggled only the way a hyena could. I walked over to a hidden box in my closet and took out my big white teddy bear Jasper. Imagine what my parents would think if they knew their 16 year-old son had a teddy bear. I hugged him in my giant arms rubbed my nose to his. I then went to my drawer and opened it and pulled out a bunch of pink ribbons. I began to tie bows into my glistening black mane in order to add to my vicious predator appearance a touch of cuteness. Using a stolen bottle of nail posish, I painted my finger claws and foot claws pink to match the bows. I finished the outfit by putting on some pink silk panties. They were once my mom's and are large enough to be the right size for my huge body. I tie a large pink bow around Jasper's neck and walk ower to the mirror in the bathroom. The reflection of a once cruel werehyena wearing pink and hugging a big white teddy made me very horny. I set up a camera and took a picture of myself like this. Now that I was ready it was time to have some fun...kinky fun.
I returned to my room and went over to my closet. In there I took out a big, black velvet robe. I knew it was very expensive, but I had a once in a lifetime opportunity. I began to put the robe on even though I was too big for it. The arm sleeves were big and long, but the seams between the sleeves and the rest of the robe were very tight. The outfit streched just enough for me to get it on. But then I began to tensen and flex my arm muscles. That's when I heard the delightful sound of ripping fabric coming from the seams. As the sleeves became loose and the tearing sound continued, I started to get really horny. I finally stopped when I couldn't flex and rip anymore, and I knew the robe was completely ruined. I did not bother to take it off as I proceeded to my next little game.
I waked over to Jasper and picked him up and cuddled him.
"You're so cute with that pretty bow." The words came out in a deep growl.
Sighing, I stroked his incedibly soft fur.
"I love you."
No sooner had had I spoken those words when my penis shot up 3 inches. It poked far out of my panties and pointed hevenward. As I touched it, I began to giggle. I sat Jasper down on the floor and gazed at him. What I tell you is the truth. He lay sprawled out on his arms with his belly to the ground. His back legs were more erect, elevating his hindquarters higher than the rest of him. His head was turned sideways on top of his arms as if he was looking behind him. Jasper's designer really made him look as though he was ready to be made love to. I watched him in his egar position as I masturbated, my hyena cock growing to almost twelve inches. I held the bottom of my velvet robe in my paw so that my masturbating felt silky soft and very arousing. Precum made my actions slick and wet which added to the smoothness of the velvet.
As my foot long cock began to pulse with intensity, I got down on all fours with Jasper beneath me. I began to urge my quivering erection to climax as I pressed its tip up to Jasper's imaginary anus. My lips pushed into an "O" shape as passion shot through my body. Cum burst from my dick with the force of twelve inces of muscle behind it. I immediately began to thrust myself up and down as though I was inside jasper. My cum spayed all over Jasper's cute ass and the high pile rug on my floor. I must have produced at least two pints of semen from that one ejaculaton...
...more was to come.
I rolled over onto my back, panting from the exertion. Never had I had a climax that intense before, nor had I made such a mess. After laying there for a few minutes, I began to feel that post-orgasmic urine build up inside me. As I felt it I spoke to myself.
"A werehyena as other uses for his cock."
I began giggling again like a little school girl at this phrase, even though it came out as a snarl.
Setting myself to work, I reaced down to my soggy silk panties. I began to pull on them, and I smiled as I tore them off. I then crossed my legs and sat up. I reached over to Jasper and pulled him up to me. His back end was soaked, but the rest of him was still fluffy and soft. Time to finish the job. I cuddled him up aginst my genitals. His arms seemed to hug me with affection. As I looked down into his pretty brown eyes, a quick poem escaped my fangs.
"If your teddy begs,"
"Put him where he wants to be."
"Right between your legs,"
"When you really need to pee."
"I will love you forever, Jasper"
A flood of warmth rushed between us. It was the warmth of the love we shared with each other. I gazed back down at him to see his milky soft fur turning yellow. As I continued to expell my love, I begin to wonder how much can a 7-foot tall werehyena urinate. It took about thirty seconds and a 3-foot wet spot on my rug to answer that. As for Jasper, he was thoroughly soaked. I stood up, leaving him as he was. All of my shaggy fur around my genitals and the insides of my legs was dripping wet. I began to dry myself using my velvet robe. As I did, my paws worked around to my privates. While rubbing it dry, a sudden surge came over me followed by a pink head poking out of my sheath. I laughed a sinister hyena laugh.
"What? You still want more?!"
At first it seemed as though I had exhaused my collection of erotic kinks and I would be left just masturbating, but a second bodily urge helped me remember of one thing....
I walked on over to my bed. Standing in front of it, I let my robe slide off my body leaving only my decorative pink bows as clothing. The expensive black velvet robe had been soaked by urine, splashed by cum, and ripped in many places all around the shoulders and arms. It is interesting how people enjoy ruining or damaging something when in passion, whether it's clothes or the hearts of others. And the more sacred, the better. I stop myself from wasting my time in mental pursuits and turn back to the physical pursuits. I lay down onto my backside on twin size bed which creaks and groans under my immense weight. Even with my head on the pillow, my body is much to big. My hands and footpaws hang far of the edges of the bed. Wraping my blanket in my right paw, I start to masturbate again. This time, I make occasional stops before starting again in order to increase the length of my climax. Within only moments of my orgasm, I grit my sharp teeth and squint my eyes close tight. I shake as I begin to make strange little hyena growls. I am rewarded with the sensation of moving bowels. Yes, I have a fetish for pooping. The steady motion of my expelling is halted by the bed I lie on top of. However, sheer muscle power wins out and the bowels keep on moving. I feel my feces squeezing hard into my legs as I keep on pushing. Poop is squeezed out between my legs and my tail into the folds of my blanket. Having found a route, I push my bowels harder. Imagine the amount of fecal matter a werehyena can produce. The matter continues to come out and shows no sign of stopping. My entire body shudders as I am struck by my second and most violent orgasm I have ever had. My bowels press hader, my footpaws knead at the air, and cum explodes from my cock. I loose control of myself and howl in estacy.
Exhausted I lie, covered in cum and my bowels empty. I breathe deeply and vigorously from the exertion. My testicles ache with pain. Unable to even get up, I lay and begin to drift off to a deep, much-needed sleep. While still consious I pray to God that my family had not been awaken by my outburst. So far, no one has come knocking at my door. As for the huge mess I had made, I plan to clean it up after my parents leave to work in the morning. I lay my head back and look at he wall behind me. Some of the cum that had not burst onto me had splattered onto a painting on the wall. The painting was a portrait of a dragon standing like a gargoyle atop a castle. I had painted this fantasy picture and I was quite fond of it. As I saw my semen slowly run down the canvas, I begin to find the dragon's predatory expression, shinny scales, and reptilian physique quite sexy. Maybe I'll write a story about him. I suddenly am aware of an arousal of my cock. Amazing! My body had been wrecked and yet my drive was still not quenched. The staying power of a werehyena seems to rival its physical limits. I smile as I play with myself idyliy. Finally I had the opportunity to be my most favorite creature and I used it to the fullest extent. I know I will hever have an experience quite like this again.
As I play with myself, sleep overcomes my tired brain. As I drift away, I am only aware of my body returning to its human form. I have lost my dream, but my brief experience of it will be unforgetable. Into deep sleep I fall. The following dreams are of me as a hyena who has returned to his pack. The other hyenas joyfully welome me back.