Rikki and Ginger, The Hyena Couple
Rikki and Ginger, The Hyena Couple
DISCLAIMER / WARNING: If you're under the age of 18 (or 21 in some states) and/or if your fragile mind is warped by descriptions of male and female animal beauty and hot consensual sex between two beautiful, devoted creatures, then get out of here.
STORY CONTENTS: Just good clean doggy style, tail-worship, spot-worship, black muzzle-worship and some oral fun between two spunky hyenas, a male and a female.
© 2005, Rikki Hyena
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Rikki undressed in the hot savannah afternoon: a handsome, 22 year-old male, anthropomorphic, spotted hyena. Unlike their four-legged cousins, there was no sexual dimorphism inherent in the anthropomorphic hyena. Although the regular female spotted hyena is masculinized by an overabundance of androgens, the male anthro hyena is endowed and rightfully suited with most of these androgens. The female does get some, however, and this results in a very energetic, very physical, and sometimes downright hyper species. Though many anthropomorphic creatures shunned the oftentimes hyper-masculinity of male anthro hyenas, few doubted that the species as a whole (when the hunter-scavengers took care of their coats, brushed their teeth and didn't laugh constantly) were quite handsome.
And quite handsome described the hyena couple Rikki and Ginger very well. Ginger was strong and svelte. She was fast-looking without being as thin as a marathon runner, and she was curvaceously filled out in ways that would please the male of any species. Though she liked hunting on all fours, Frisbee, and wrestling with her husband, she was at heart a tender soul who, once more pressing desires were fulfilled, was content to curl up and kiss with her mate in either the moonlight or the glow of the TV. Rikki was an aggressive but loving and selfless male. As an assistant wrestling coach and a hunter, he was a well-cut beast could fight like either a deliberative anaconda or an out-of-control live-wire. And as an educated male hyena (an somewhat uncommon species trait), he had earned his English literature degree. Both hyenas bore the traditional markings of their species: short, khaki coats with black spots, green eyes, black muzzles, and bristly manes that ran from their heads to the middle of their backs. The ends of their fore and hind paws were blackened as well, making them look as if they had walked through a shallow river of darkness that stained them (although Ginger's fore and hind paws looked as if the lady hyena had daintily stepped through it).
Three o'clock PM in the savannah is a HOT time, and that was just how Rikki liked it. To hyenas, there is nothing like a good long fuck out in the powerful African sun, with no branches to shade you or hide your short-coated, well-muscled beauty from the world. Rikki's wolf friends liked to take their mates privately by moonlight, but he rolled his eyes at this. "How can you see what's going on between the two of you?" Rikki asked to no wolf in particular as he walked along the riverside a few miles from his house. "Don't give me any of that night-vision crap either. The moon is only really bright about twice a month or whatever." Rikki rolled his eyes. "Those wolves with their stupid full moons, retarded forests and dumb-ass trysts! Ha! Retardos! He-he-heeeee!" Belting out his natural laugh, Rikki frolicked by the riverside, then suddenly collapsed to his knees, bawling out tears of desperation and the rare selfishness that comes from depriving a hyena of something he adores. "Oh Gin you frikkin' moron!" he cried.
The reason this was happening to him was because he apparently wasn't getting any for a while. This knowledge was making him lonely and horny as hell (especially since he was about to start a four-day weekend). And as he finally stood up and began pacing by the riverside, he wondered whether or not to do what he was about to do and gave out small hyena-whoops of frustration and longing.
Rikki had already been horny as hell in the first place when he had come home from work. There was no doubt in his mind that Ginger would want to satisfy him: the way she would be on him before he even came through the door reminded him of how Hobbes would attack Calvin when the boy came home from school. Not so today. Today, he had come home ready to be devoured, devour Ginger, or play it slow like James Bond (whatever his mate would prefer). And lo and behold, there she was: leaning against the countertop in only a tight t-shirt and lacy white panties, bitching angrily on the cordless phone to one of her girlfriends about politics of all things When did Ginger ever start caring about politics? Rikki searched his memory and found nothing. And Ginger had barely regarded him as he walked in! She had given him a quick little wave and a half-assed smile, and had simply continued bitching about the background of some senator asshole. He thought about stalking up to her and whispering some halfway-political come-on like "Senator Hyena would be happy to make your taxes go down, if you'd just go down on him with that magnificent black muzzle of yours!" However, if there was one thing Rikki learned from two years of marriage, it was that you never sexually approach a distempered female hyena (although with the males it's the complete opposite). Nevertheless, she was dressed like she wanted him to eat those panties right off of her, and the mixed signals confused him. How could she not know what she was doing to him? Couldn't she feel his eyes on her? And oh why was she swishing her tail like that? She knew that his Achilles heel was the way her tail swished over her firm, spotted flanks and the creamy V of underfur that spread from her belly down to the middle of her thighs. "Or maybe you'd like Senator Hyena to go down on YOU? Raarrr!"
At the slightest word from her, Rikki would have run his tongue along her black feet, up over the spots of her legs, into the heaven of her inner thigh, and straight to her gates where he would take his time climaxing her and she would grab double-handfuls of his mane and whoop until his eyes rolled from the sheer bliss of having a female hyena orgasm around his tongue and the tip of his muzzle, but she offered him no opportunity and instead got angrier the more she talked over the phone. Finally, after watching her for what seemed like an eternity (which was actually two minutes), Rikki left the house with his tail between his legs.
Now, as he undressed by the riverside, Rikki tried to remember the last time he had jerked himself off. Of course, it had been during his undergraduate years before he had tied the knot with Ginger. That was back when he had been a pathetic, 18 year-old hyena dreaming that his pillowcase was Ginger's innocently cute-beyond-words black muzzle striving madly to please his cock. But this was not a single instance (as he proudly recollected that he had probably lost an incomprehensible amount of seed by dreaming about that hot muzzle of hers). Ever since their marriage, Rikki had never had to do anything to pleasure himself, and vice versa. Now, he was about to break his two-year non-jerkoff streak all on account of Ginger not realizing how hot a female hyena looks when bitching about politics in her panties.
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Ginger crawled up behind the couch with the cordless still at her ear, her tail swishing with anticipation. Hidden from sight, she watched her forlorn husband slink into the surrounding savannah. "Leah?" she whispered, even though Rikki couldn't have heard her if she had shouted. Her she-wolf friend was still on the line. "Are you there? Yeah, he fell for it. You should have seen how pathetic he looked when he couldn't find a way to take me. I think it worked too well though. He was only home for two minutes, then he storms away like an outcast and thinks I'm too wrapped up to notice. What was that senator's name? Karizinski? I must have pronounced it three different wrong ways, but the horny bastard didn't even notice. Yes, I feel a little bad now. I'll track him down and help him out. Yes, of course I'll let you know how it works out. We're hyenas, Leah. You can drive down to the riverside and watch us bang for all we care. Actually, Rikki is always better when he knows someone's watching. Why not bring Vincent with you and we can make a little party out of things? Oh, I see. Well, no problem. Your loss. Talk to you later!" Ginger hung up and looked out to the hills that hid the river from view. Tail still swishing, she snickered, one paw on a hip and the other hip jutted out. "Wolves. Heh." She tossed the phone onto the couch and shed her shirt and panties. Having a strong male hyena rip the shirt and panties off her with his fangs was exhilarating beyond words during her first week of marriage, but by now she had realized that extra clothes cost extra cash, and so she often had to relegate the degree to which Rikki ravaged her while she was still clothed. Naked, she slipped on her last birthday gift from him: a silk robe of a dark, rich red. She left the house and headed for the river, licking her chops. "I'm sorry, spotty-boy. But I'll make it up to you. Oh, I will."
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Rikki stood in a clearing by the riverside, his imagination singularly focused on his naked mate's markings: her black gloves, muzzle and shin-high boots. The bright green of her irises, the slightly Asian slant of her coy and careful eyes. He was partially unsheathed already with need, but the clear picture of his mate brought out the rest of him. Still fully clothed in his dress shirt and pants, his cock hurt as it pushed up against his belt buckle and through the bottom of his dress shirt. He unfastened his belt, let his pants fall around his ankles, and unbuttoned his shirt. Then he finally kicked his shirt and pants away into the brush and stood naked in his element: a young hyena full of life, strength, energy and love! An unashamed bronze-gold beast, his well-kept coat shining dully in the savannah sunlight. How good it was to be alive! Rikki laughed, imagining that the sight of him now would make Ginger whoop and spin in circles. He imagined her: swimming, dancing, running, posing for him, and he said her name over and over again, savoring its zing: Ginger Ginger Ginger Gin, make me BARK and make me spin! Raaarrrr! He shook out his mane, drew in a deep breath, and laugh-whooped his call loudly, again and again, his cock now fully engorged, a magnificently thick eight inches of polished hyena-meat, a rare fruit of deepest, darkest Africa, overripe and gleaming in the sun! He wrapped a mighty paw around his cock, looked down on it with a grin-and-chuckle, then went to all-fours and began his slow and steady work.
Ginger rounded a bend at the edge the woods and what she saw made her jaw drop and her tongue loll: her mate, standing naked and magnificent in the sun, his arms outstretched, alternately whooping and laughing to the sky like the wild hyena he was! And oh that cock of his, splendorous with animal regality! She quickly darted behind a bush, getting moist under her robe already, tongue dripping as she kept her gaze on that oil-black slab of beast-cock so ripe for the taking! How could she not whine with the urge to take it between the perfect cream of her breasts, to give that mighty serpent a soft home! And look! Though it quivered, she could see on its tapered, dog-like point a liquid bead reflecting the light: the beginning of what would surely be a torrent of milky hyena-seed, all for her! All for his Ginger, his bitch, his lovingly supple fuck-'yena oh yes raaarrrr and rrrraaarrrrrr some more!
Ginger snapped herself back to reality. She was losing it. Though she tried to deny it in the past, this dark god of a beast held more sway over her will than she did over his! This always threatened to destroy her ever-present fantasy she had about being his mistress and Rikki being the wild, collared beast that she controlled, that she forced to pleasure her. Yessss, you wild hyena, she had said to Rikki in the past, yes, on your back like so, that I may ride you till you come . . . bend your paws, whimper, and beg me for it! But what Ginger really longed for (though she rarely realized it) was for her wild hyena of a husband to break this façade of hers and rule her, dominate her with the desires of his thick black serpent and how she LOVED it when he took it upon himself to do this, when he made her BARK by polishing his cock against the soft fur of her underbelly and inner thighs, his muzzle nuzzling at her breasts and neck before he thrust his meat home with a feral, triumphant laugh!
Ginger snapped herself back to reality again. No doubt about it, she needed to be ruled by him, split wide open by thick black hyena on this hot, heavenly afternoon. But Rikki was growling now, a sign that he was close to the edge, and she had to interrupt him now before he gave his seed to the ground and not to her.
Rikki was crouched and facing away from her, his back bulging with muscles hard at work. Ginger licked her chops - she had forgotten how a hyena's back is so handsome, rippling with muscles and spots! How she would like to just latch onto and eat up that interplay. Enough. She stepped out from cover.
"Love?"
Her husband, hunched in a feral crouch, whipped his gaze backward and spotted her with wide eyes. Then he squealed, spun around as if he had been shocked, and made a useless attempt to cover himself. This confused Ginger, as it was something neither of them had done before, but she quickly realized that Rikki was ashamed of pleasuring himself while he had her. A pitiable yet laughable creature! Ginger smiled and spoke to him.
"You know, you look like an oddly attractive Gollum when you crouch and tend to your precious like that!"
Rikki stayed crouched, and his expression was not one of tenderness. "Whatever! Tolkien would bitch-slap you for that comparison if he were here!"
"But love," said the gorgeous female hyena, her black muzzle forming the words perfectly as she leaned toward her mate and let him feel her breath, "he's not here . . ." She said this as she would have said 'Your parents aren't around; let's do it!'. Her muzzle split in a grin to show her powerful, sharp teeth. ". . . and he's not going to bitch-slap either of us."
The couple began laughing together immediately. Why was it that even the most normal of conversations among hyenas tended toward the bizarre? Rikki wondered this for a split second before rolling onto his back and giving his full-throated cackles to the sky. Then he rolled up onto his haunches with a high-pitched wwwwwww-ip! of a whoop, and looked up at how his mate's robe whickered in the wind, at her markings and the curve of her legs and belly when the wind pressed the robe against her body. Damn it, I could worship one of those legs like a jewel, thought the male hyena: crouching naked in the hot sun, his head lower than his arched, powerful shoulders, mane bristled, tongue lolling, cock-tip pointed toward his female and dripping with seed like a young tree drips the jewel of its sap, his black muzzle ready to whoop with happiness or bite with love! His tail wagged, brushing the earth behind him.
And then came the moment that would have made Rikki burst had he continued stroking himself. With one black paw, Ginger undid the silk cord that wrapped her robe around her, finally revealing her nakedness to her mate. Rikki's mind ignited. Oh, short-coated beauty of firm, female hyena! So, so ready to be brought down to all-fours and degraded, mounted as he saw fit. The black velvet of her paws and muzzle charged with so much pleasure!
"Why don't you continue so I can watch you?" Ginger suddenly asked. Rikki looked up at her dumbly as she stood like some goddess in judgment. Rikki simply crouched there, eyes asking Continue what? Then the thin squints of Ginger's eyes blinked green tenderness in the sun. Oh, those eyes: soft as a butterfly looks, sharp as razors and subtle as a ninja's. "I've got nothing against watching hot male hyenas jack off, love."
At this, Rikki was just about to perform for her when a look of suspicion fell over his face. He stood up on two legs, a good six-or-so-inches taller than his mate. "I'm not that manipulatable yet, my crafty Gin. What was with you back at the house, messing around with me like that?"
A bewildered Ginger looked at Rikki as if he had spoken in a foreign language. A male hyena refusing to pleasure himself for his mate? That was like the seasons refusing to change. But a moment later, the light clicked back into Ginger's eyes. "Oh, damn it Rikki, I was just fucking with you!"
Rikki did not look happy at all. "No you weren't! That's what you were . . . trying to NOT be doing!"
"Rrrrr! I'm speaking figuratively, you perceptive literature major! I was trying to get back at you for making me jealous!"
Rikki processed this accusation as he would a piece of alien matter. He simply did not know how to meet her gaze. "When in the world did I ever do that?"
"Rikki, damn it, this is the last time I'll joke with you like this! I was just trying to get back at you for the time you made me jealous by making me think you had a crush on fucking Mrs. Pacman of all people."
"You got jealous over that? When we were playing old-school games and I said that Mrs. Pacman was hot? Even though I was flat drunk at the time?!"
"Yes!" Ginger folded her arms and turned away, her tail drooping between her legs. She still craned her long neck to look at him, and Rikki could see the frown hidden across her black muzzle. "Of course, you lug! My hyena thought some other female was pretty! How could I not be upset?"
"Gin, you retard, Mrs. Pacman doesn't even have a body. I was jerking your chain! I can't believe you took me seriously!" He padded over to Ginger and embraced her slowly from behind. She let the black pads of his paws slide over her breasts and warm them. "Please, Ginger. Remember the time last year when we were watching Saturday morning cartoons, and you started talking like you had too many Red Bulls?" Ginger felt one of his paws slip down to her lower belly. "You said that you would have liked to bang Tony the Tiger if you had never met me. And did I get mad at you or want to kick Tony's ass? Of course not!" Rikki turned Ginger around but left his paws on her hips; the tips of their muzzles nearly touched. He smiled a hyena-smile and nibbled at her nose. "I knew that you were full of shit, and instead of boycotting Kelloggs or whatever, I got turned on by you and had to ride you throughout the whole episode of Teddy Ruxpin or whatever the hell was on. Am I asking too much when I want you to do the same to me?"
Ginger looked away from her mate, holding him with both paws joined at the small of his back. She felt the base of his swooshing, powerful tail, along with the heat and insistence of his upright cock pressed between their bellies like a club. Rikki whined and nuzzled her muzzle so that their gazes met again, remorse and eagerness in his hot green eyes. He stroked his claws through her mane and felt with electric joy the hardness of her nipples brush against his powerful chest. Ginger could look at him no longer as she rested her head against his chest and kicked her robe away from her feet. "Rikki, my Rikki," she laughed as he rested the tip of his muzzle between her eyes. "Why are we such strange creatures like this?" Rikki lapped along her muzzle with one long stroke of his tongue. "I'm not sure. But I wouldn't want things any different, would you?"
And at these words, Rikki and Ginger stroked their paws over each other's faces and manes, crooning and silently whooping all the while. She nuzzled at his chin and their black muzzles met in a gentle duel of intermittently soft, sharp, slow, fast, and wet kisses. Finally Ginger caught the tip of Rikki's tongue in her teeth and smiled, his hot breath all around her, both her paws around his shaft: a black and primal gleaming and pumping that would shortly drive him mad with whoops and laughter.
But then Ginger heard her mate growl. She was forced to let go of his tongue as he opened his jaws to clamp around her neck, and she felt her knees grow weary as the velvety smooth pad of one of his paws caressed her pussy and the other held the small of her back, stabilizing her as he massaged and lifted her upright to her tip-toes. He let her whine and massaged her there until she whooped and his paw grew warm with a trickle of her juices, his cock striking and pushing gently but solidly against her belly as they swayed together.
That was when Ginger couldn't take it any more: she simply had to suck this beast off. She writhed in his grip and whined to be let down, and when he released her, she knelt before him like a queen to a king and went down on him with abandon, the salt and heat of male hyena making her head swim, making her want to howl with joy. Tail wagging in ecstasy, she looked up to her mate and reveled in his approval of what he saw before him: the sight of his mate's hot muzzle intermittently stuffed with and worshipping his perfect, onyx shaft. But there was not complete fulfillment in his eyes, and Ginger intuited with a thrill that he was hungrier for her than she was for him! And if she was practically starving for him, how must Rikki feel for her? Poor hyena!
Ginger slowly rose to her feet as she watched her mate lick his chops, his expression growing slowly lewder and lewder as to be mistaken for maliciousness and oh how that made her mane bristle! "Come get me . . ." she began, but before she could finish, Rikki had taken her down. Ginger yipped as her back hit the earth, and before she could roll to her feet, Rikki was hugged around one of her legs, which he pointed toward the sky and began slowly worshipping. With a growl, he slapped the length of his cock down against the groove of her slit and began a lazy sawing. Ginger arched her hips up higher, calling out his name, her voice becoming a feral whine of desperation. Rikki's long, hyena's neck let him bring his muzzle down to where her leg joined her body, and his tongue began playing across the region that divided the rough, spotted overcoat of Ginger's leg from the creamy, softer underfur that ran along a short portion of her inner thigh. Up and down her leg ran Rikki's tongue and kisses, worshipping it, careful as a butcher inspecting his finest cut of beef, devouring every spot, his strong hips rhythmically sawing his cock against her all the while. Ginger's tongue lolled as she lay her head back on the ground, closed her eyes and folded her hands behind her head, crying out in whatever way her body told her to cry as her beast-husband pleasured her.
And all of a sudden a new fire wracked her gates apart and Ginger screamed. She propped herself upright and looked down on her husband: his subtle eyes squinted and a huge grin on the lewd muzzle that was now going to work on her pussy with abandon. Panting and trembling, she watched him in shock, knowing that she must look as innocent and surprised as a hunted rabbit, and knowing that Rikki was loving every minute of it and was preparing to prey on her harder and faster. And as he serviced her, he somehow managed to speak clearly. "My Ginger, I had been starving for female hyena for so, so long before I met you. I'm going to give you the muzzle-fuck of your life. Relax and arch your hips, or grab onto my mane and buck into me. But get ready right now, because you're going for a ride."
Ginger yelped and clawed at his head, missing her grip on the hyena's mane as he began his work on her. He was strong, and he worshipped her spotted legs with his great paws while his eyes and muzzle remained singularly focused on her swollen and burning, burning cunt. Howling, Ginger grabbed for his mane again but screamed as the hyena pushed his entire weight onto her and slid the length of his tongue into her. Somehow Ginger managed to get a good grip on his mane, but by now she was whooping like a demon and bucking like a mare as the hyena worked on her. Oh he was so good, the way he twisted his tongue and used its underside, smooth as newborn flesh, to excite her! The way his deep growls rumbled up from his chest, through his muzzle, and into her starving cunt: truly this was what it meant to be dominated by a beast! At one point, Ginger's eyes met with those of her mate's and she saw him eating her just as a hungry hyena rips into the bowels of his kill and feasts, his face and muzzle smeared with her juices just as the hunter-hyena's is smeared with blood. The sight of her male reduced to this almost climaxed her right there, but he saw that coming and pulled his tongue back a little, slowing his services to a stop. He pulled his dripping muzzle out of her and looked down on her, his tail wagging, and his shoulders hunched as if ready to leap. How lovingly base! wondered Ginger. Why is he stopping? Ginger was panting as well, still in shock from the pleasure, her grip on his mane slipping. "Yessss," he called, muzzle soaked and dripping, "Let go of my mane, hyena, and I'll finish you like that." And as Ginger's grip slipped from the hyena's mane, he plunged back into her and she threw her head back and screamed as she wrapped her chiseled legs around him, and he growled as he watched her breasts heave with the thrusts of his neck and muzzle. Faster worked his tongue, and his mate arched back like a rubber band, gathering up breath for a series of ear-splitting whoops that she belted out when her orgasm finally hit and her mate drunk down as much of her as he could, all the while quickening his work in the hopes of making her climax last as long as it possibly could for her.
When it eventually ended, Rikki laid back, licked his chops, and watched the locomotion of his mate's exhausted breathing as she laid on her back with her arms outstretched in the sun. Ginger sat up and shook out her mane. It would be a while before she stopped panting, but she managed to speak. "Rikki . . . so beautiful . . . thank you!" Rikki's tail was wagging wildly, and as he sat crouched on his haunches before her, he grinned, turned his muzzle to the side and blushed with affection, puffing out his muscled chest for her viewing pleasure, his cock dripping maniacally along with his muzzle. With hungry eyes, Ginger eyed the whisp of chest-fur at his sternum.
"You look like you need to pound your bitch, hyena. What's keeping you?"
"Well, I thought I'd wait and let you recover for a bit!"
Ginger scurried over to him on all fours, rose up to her crouched haunches, kissed him, and cleaned up his muzzle. Rikki quickly began to worship her breasts and underbelly with his tongue and newly cleaned muzzle. How wonderful it was to let his paws enjoy the spots of her back while his muzzle and cock enjoyed the cream of her underbelly! Rising to her feet, she danced slowly, her hips making soft circular movements with her hips as Rikki stayed on his knees and worshipped her with closed eyes. When he opened them, his mate stood facing away from him on all fours, her forequarters crouched low, her hindquarters high, and her tail swishing. She craned her neck to look at her mate with sharp slits of coy, green eyes, her tongue busy licking at the chops of her worship-worthy black muzzle.
Rikki did not need any instructions or coaxing. He went to all-fours immediately, mounted his bitch, and hilted himself into her with three easy strokes, each of which caused Ginger to yip. As Rikki teased her with half-thrusts and low growls, Ginger's front arms gave out from the pleasure and she collapsed on her chest while Rikki stood behind her, holding up her firm rump with one black-gloved paw and gripping her tufted tail with the other as he turned his slow lovemaking into a feral pounding, as his growls became sharp hyena-whoops and Ginger's feet left the ground with the power of his thrusts. Open-mawed, he watched the magic of her hips move against his, the strong, short-coatedness of his mate's khaki-tan and spotted thighs shining in the sun. "Bark." Ginger heard this word: a dark, throaty command from the hyena ruling her. "BARK!" Practically a threat now; something that could be said at knifepoint. Ginger closed her eyes and obeyed him.
Rikki came halfway out of her with each thrust to get a delicious view of their wet joining: her perfect pussy tight and eager, his cock slick and black as the shaft of an oil pump that has just struck it rich. He yanked her tail back to bring her toward him and thrust forward with his hips at each re-entry, Ginger putting her feet back on the ground and aiding her strength to his momentum, lost in a fit of barking. Rikki felt his peak coming like a hot coal about to burst into flame, but was able to hold back for another moment even when Ginger, her upper body pinned to the ground, craned her long neck around sideways to look back at him, the gleam of her eye like a chip of emerald in the pounding African sun.
"Finish me, Rikki," she whispered. "Make me your hyena-bitch." She ground her hips against him in a circular motion, and Rikki could only drool and pound as he gave her the beast-raping she cried for, as he heard the subtle scraping of her taut breasts against the earth! A thunder rumbled in his body as his loins gathered heat and energy to prepare him to come, the grinding of her hips almost throwing him off-balance, her growling yet feminine voice rumbling forth from under him: "Work me hard with that thick, black hyena cock of yours you BEAST." She was getting more desperate now, and Rikki grinned. "Pound me oh ride me oh rraaarrrrr finish your bitch! Finish her!!!" Her eyes went wide to take in his beauty, and it was the sight of him that nearly climaxed her: a strong, short-coated beast-god, khaki coat shining in the glare of the sun, the delectable bob of creamy fur running along his sternum and a huge, white Cheshire grin spreading through his black muzzle, the spiky fur of his black mane resting over his face, his eyes green fire. And as Ginger's vision bleared with tears of pleasure, as her body flared toward her climax, Rikki cocked his head and spoke: "'Finish her?'", he repeated, crying out in a mock-menacing voice. "What are you, playing Mortal Kombat all of a sudden?"
Ginger looked at him dumbly as her vision cleared, and against her will she burst out in cackling laughter, pounding the earth with a fist as Rikki slowed his own pounding into her. This was what she hated and loved about her husband: he would tell the stupidest jokes at the most inopportune time, and her involuntary laughter (she was a hyena, after all) and consequential loss of stimulation distanced her from the release she sought. She bared her teeth at him and growled, but damn it, she couldn't stop laughing! "You big spotted bastard!" she hissed, "I was so close! What's wrong with you?!"
Rikki continued to knead into her, his tongue lolling and his grin wide, laughing with his mate. "Nothing's wrong with me, bitch! I was just as close as you were. You know I can't help but say a joke when I think of one. You're the same way!"
Rikki imagined how himself and Ginger must look together right now: each of them laughing toward a hysterical climax. The thought brought him immediately back to the peak he had lost when he had joked. Ginger knew this when she saw the coy look on his face and felt his extra hardness in her depths, and she craned her neck back further to look at him with coy displeasure. "You're not fair!" she pouted. "You're all ready to fire off, and you leave me all down to earth and laughing and pissed off! Unfair beast!"
Rikki, having been smiling throughout the whole ordeal, now leaned the full brunt of his hot weight onto Ginger, who wailed like the dominated bitch she was. Her mate fucked her slowly as the claws and gentle pads of his palms searched over her creamy belly and breasts. Her eyes already began to glaze over from the hot weight of the male hyena on her, the amazing scruff of his short fur against her back and the edges of her gates. "I'm unfair? Does that mean I'll have to un-do my mistake?"
In putting his weight on Ginger, Rikki had brought more of his hot scent closer to her. They sniffed each other and Ginger thrust back toward him, tightening their union. Their spotted thighs met with serpentine tightness, their hind claws tore into the earth. Ginger showed Rikki her own Cheshire grin. "You bet your life you're going to un-do your mistake, hyena."
"And how do you suggest I do that?"
"Well, you fucked up our experience with a stupid joke. So why don't you make me come by talking dirty to me?"
"And fucking you like I was doing before?"
"OF COURSE! GO!"
And that's exactly what Rikki began doing as his eyes grew predatory and coy. "My Ginger," he began, his voice growing more bestial already, "I've wanted to devour your spots for a long time," and to prove so, he nibbled at one of the spots on her back to make her squeal. "You make me feel like the beast I am . . . especially when you dance for me. Watching the movement . . . the way your spots play so tightly across your muscles . . . oh and the swish of your tail! I lose sleep over thoughts like those, even after we've mated!" Rikki pounded his female hyena to the rhythm of his words, and she collapsed back onto her chest again, whooping ever so audibly and making Rikki stand up with her rump in the air, bringing her closer and closer. His eyes lit up as he grabbed that tail of hers in one paw and worshipped it: biting it and licking the tuft at the end. "And oh what a tail you have! Of all my fetishes, it's only the thought of a female hyena's swishing tail . . . of YOUR tail, of course, that could set me off with only a few thoughts. Your black paws are a close second, as they only drive me semi-insane with need." As Rikki slid out of her halfway and pounded back in, the air around them became filled with the scent of their juices, pushing both of them toward the end, the tiny liquid sounds of their mating doing nothing to delay matters.
That was the second-to-last straw for Ginger; Rikki was holding her over the edge and she was too far-gone to protest or tell him to finish up. She thrust back into her hyena like a live wire and whoop-whoop-whooped her sweet feminine mating song into the air with abandon, all with enough presence of mind to swish her beautiful tail for him! Oh that beautiful tail! The magic of her scent, the mesmerizing spots, tightness, and counter-aggression of wild female hyena so ripe and firm and ready to come and Rikki was losing it as he said "Your legs so strong and so fine more beautiful than the tight scales of a dragon's flanks my Ginger, rarrr!" Ginger's whoops grew louder, drowning out Rikki's own voice, which alternately grew louder and more bestial, "grrrrRRRR . . . so tight spots goddess bitch rrrrRRRARRR..."
(Pound pound pound)
Ginger lending instinct control of her voice, "Whmmmmmm-ip whhhmmm-ip whmmm-ip whhhooooop!"
Rikki, letting his body think for him: "...hot salt h'yena-bitch mine! MINERRRRrrrrrr!!!"
And as he looked down on his mate, Rikki got a good look at what was to set off his climax. What he saw was a more magnificent specimen of female hyena than he could dream of: a wild, writhing, whooping thing of sheer sensual beauty, coat so short and well-kept, mane feral and artful, spots so delectable . . . his gaze swept up to her rhythmic flanks, to her pussy stretched taut with the big black monster she worshipped between her tits before they bedded down at night: the all of her prostrated under him, the last gleam of sentience in her eye speaking up to him: Behold my love, the dominant hyena! And I his female, his to take whenever, wherever, however, and for as long as he wants. Forever.
That was enough. Rikki grabbed a pawfull of the mane at Ginger's upper back, pulled back, tilted his ebon muzzle to the blazing African sun and ROARED with the voice of a beast. His climax finally took him: the dominant male spotted anthro-hyena, saliva flying off his lolling tongue as he claimed and subdued his bitch with vigor, his mind afloat in love and lust, his muscular form tense, his spots playing over taut flanks and muscles.
Ginger tightened around his cock and savored the first strong jet of his seed, all the while whoop-laughing in bliss. As Rikki's roar tapered off, and as he shot spurt after spurt of his seed into his eager mate, he joined her song with his own, and soon the surrounding savannah echoed with the playful whoops of the joined hyena couple: happy male and female sounds as the two rode their climaxes for as long as they could.
When it was finally over, and when the two hyenas had each caught their breath, they parted from each other and rolled together into the tall grass beneath the shade of a tree, each chuckling in the others' embrace. To Rikki, mounting a female anthro-hyena just like his four-legged cousins was the most natural and fulfilling position. But now, face-to-face and muzzle-to-muzzle with his female, he soaked-in a different kind of pleasure. Rising to their knees in each others' arms, their black muzzles huffed and sniffed compassionately at each other. How wonderful to Rikki was the firmness and warmth of his mate's breasts against his chest, and how wonderful to Ginger was the sheer heat and iron of hyena-cock, polished from her juices, pressed between them, its tapered tip nearly touching the base of her breasts. The hyena couple broke their kiss and leaned back from each other in their weariness: their manes ruffled, tongues gently lolling, a sticky string of seed running from the tip of Rikki's cock to Ginger's belly: a primal, upside down rainbow of promise. They simply looked at each other in this state, smiling, enjoying the lethargic beauty of their spent bodies before they cleaned each other up.
That night, after having done some play-wrestling and swimming, Rikki and Ginger returned to their house and lay together on the living room carpet to watch a vintage kung-fu movie called Shaolin vs. Tiger-Crane II. And as Ginger cuddled against him in a ball under the TV's glow, a surge of gratefulness washed over Rikki. How fortunate he was to be wedded to a female who didn't insist on watching a romantic comedy, who knew how to fight, tease and love to the fullest! What had he done to deserve this? He had no idea how much time he passed watching her rest against him, watching the rise and fall of her breathing, her tender face and subtle, honest eyes. And as Ginger drifted off to sleep, Rikki kissed her between the eyes and rested his muzzle under hers. "You make me feel like the creature I was meant to be."
THE END (for now)
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