The Chase
The hyena ran across the sand. The jackal watched her, the sun tinting his black fur with gold, naked but for a pair of dark green shorts compared to the hyena that was fully nude. He nodded to the hyena as she passed.
"Howdy," he said.
The hyena waved but kept running, then she stopped and turned and ran in the opposite direction back towards the jackal. When she got within a few feet of him she turned and ran in the opposite direction, then made a circle and ran back towards the jackal, then turned and ran away from him.
"What are you doing?" the jackal called.
"I can't find my clothes," the hyena said.
"Need some help?" the Jackal asked.
"No, thank you," the hyena called over her shoulder.
An otter emerged from some nearby stalls, toweling himself off; he stopped when he noticed the hyena.
"What are you doing?" he called.
The hyena turned, skipping backwards. She jumped and put her paws over her crotch and ran.
The otter eyed her curiously.
"She can't find her clothes," the jackal said.
"Why don't you let us help you," the otter said.
His eyes moved to the hyena's ample breasts and he felt a tingling sensation in his groin.
The hyena ducked behind a rock.
"Your clothes are over there!" the jackal called, pointing to a crumpled dress lying near the stalls.
He tilted his head to the side and walked toward the rock. The Otter followed.
"What are you doing over there?" the jackal called.
The hyena emerged from behind the rock, hopping on one foot as she struggled to pull on a thong.
The jackal laughed, obviously enjoying the show. The hyena pulled her thong on and took off running again. The jackal immediately gave chase. The otter took off toward the water. He dove in and swam, using his thick tail as a rudder, following the jackal's strides.
The hyena turned right, then left, then ran straight. The sand slowed her down, threatening to swallow her feet. The jackal bounded after her, his muscles rippling, kicking up the sand in small clouds. The hyena was a few yards ahead but the jackal was slowly closing the gap. The otter appeared to have disappeared.
The jackal drew closer with each stride, intentionally slowing down to where he was literally on her heels; his muzzle was inches from the hyena's neck. He almost resembled a speed skater. Behind him it looked like a dust storm, sand flew in every direction.
Finally the hyena appeared to be getting tired. She lurched forward a couple of times, her breathing sounding more like heavy gasps. She stumbled but got up, though her running was more like a brisk jog.
The jackal reached out, curling his arm around the hyena's waist, pulling her to him. Once he felt she was secure he squeezed her tightly and lifted her, leaning back and taking her with him. They hit the sand gently. The hyena kicked out but the jackal's grip was firm. She felt his chest rumble as he laughed.
"You're funny," he said between chuckles.
He rolled onto his back so she was on top of him.
"You're fast," the jackal said, rubbing the hyena's soft round belly, "but not as fast as me."
The hyena kicked out again, she squirmed in his grasp.
How is it you're still kicking? The jackal wondered.
The hyena kicked again and the jackal latched onto her neck with his teeth, putting a little pressure on her. The hyena's kicks lessened.
The jackal grinned, spreading the hyena's legs with his, bending them at the knees so her legs rested over his. The hyena's head fell back over his shoulder, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. The jackal bit her neck, not hard enough to choke her but firm enough to hold her in place. He slid his paws up and down her torso, his fingers sifting through the soft fur on her belly and hips; they stopped and curled under the thin waistband of her thong. He pulled the strings back and let go, they slapped back against the hyena's sides. He released her neck for a bit to nuzzle her ear, tracing it with his wet nose before his mouth closed over the tip, sucking gently and releasing it with a soft smack.
He wrapped his arm around her waist again and slid his free paw down, stroking back and forth over the hyena's cunny. He closed his paw around her thong and he ripped it off her and gave her cunny a firm squeeze. She shivered a little as his fingers grazed her clit. The jackal growled into the hyena's neck, pulling his paw back he gave her cunny a sharp smack, making her jump. He smacked her again. The hyena raised her paws to stop him but he pushed her paws away.
"Please that hurts!" the hyena whimpered.
Still keeping a firm hold on her neck, the jackal pinched her clit and rolled it between his fingers, he slipped two fingers into her cunny, finding to his surprise she was soaking and a little full.
"What have you been doing?" the jackal chuckled, fingering her gently.
The hyena moaned, rocking her hips against his paw. The jackal fingered her a little deeper, curling and spreading his fingers insider. The hyena's rump grazed the bulge in his shorts and he released her neck, letting out a soft gasp, and the hyena sat up a little, supporting herself on her paws. He withdrew his fingers from inside her and offered them to her lips and the hyena obediently opened her mouth.
"Good lil' ‘yena," the jackal said, as the hyena sucked on his fingers.
He cupped her breast with his free paw, kneading the soft flesh. He pinched her nipple, twisting it. He pulled his fingers from the hyena's mouth and reached into his shorts, pulling out his hard cock. He lifted her, his cock lining up with her cunny, and lowered her down onto his cock. The jackal groaned, feeling the hyena's cunny hug him snugly. He felt a warm gooey shower greet the head of his cock, a present left by a previous male most likely. The hyena bit her lip, shutting her eyes tightly, as the jackal's cock stretched her. He slipped his paws beneath her, grasping her plump rear, and bounced her. He grunted, bucking his hips, enjoying the tightness the hyena's warm cunny gave him.
A gentle shower of droplets greeted the hyena and jackal as the otter stood over them.
"Nothing like a swim to get the blood pumping," the otter grinned.
His member stood erect, just a few inches from the hyena's muzzle and she gladly accepted him into her mouth. The otter's knees buckled a bit as the hyena's tongue massaged his member, and he bucked into her mouth.
"She's full of cum," the jackal chuckled, bouncing the hyena a little faster.
"Cum already?" the otter asked.
"No, seems she started without us," the jackal grunted.
"Ah," the otter nodded.
A knot began to form at the base of the jackal's cock, pressing up against the hyena's cunny. She tightened her lips around the otter's cock, moaning into his member as the jackal's knot slowly forced its way into her, as though someone were trying to shove a pool ball into her. The jackal bucked a little harder, filling the hyena with short bursts of cum.
The otter pulled the hyena off his cock, lacing his fingers in her hair.
"Stick out your tongue," the otter said, and the hyena obliged.
The otter rubbed his cock back and forth over her tongue; the hyena flicked her tongue, brushing his swinging balls. The otter moaned, shoving his cock back into the hyena's mouth, then withdrew his cock again and knelt in front of her between her legs. The jackal lifted the hyena, his cock slipping wetly from her cunny. He lowered her again, this time sliding his cock into her ass.
"Ah! Please not there!" the hyena cried out.
The jackal pulled his paw back and gave the hyena's buttocks a sharp smack, making them ripple; he bounced her a little faster.
The otter rubbed the hyena's belly, her swollen lips slightly parted to reveal the glistening pink inside, cum leaked out of the hyena's cunny and down her crack. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down between her lips, reaching up to fondle her breasts, and slowly fed his cock into her cunny. He thrust into her gently, his and the jackal's cocks sawing into her.
The jackal bucked a little harder.
"Not so hard, it will tear," the hyena moaned.
The jackal slowed his bucking, only to catch the hyena off guard when he sped it up again. The otter's hips slapped gently against the hyena's. She pressed her paw to his chest but he waved her paw away, holding the hyena's ankles, he pushed a little deeper, circling and grinding his hips with hers. The hyena arched her back, tilting her head back a little. The otter reached forward and squeezed her bouncing breasts, brushing his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
The jackal rubbed the hyena's belly and stroked his paws back and forth over her inner thighs, sliding one paw down to rub her clit while his other paw wrapped around the hyena's belly again. He massaged her clit, giving her cunny a few firm pats every couple of strokes, and the hyena moaned a little louder.
"No..." the hyena whimpered, as she felt her cunny clench round the otter's cock.
She cried out and he pulled his cock from her, spraying his cum on her belly and breasts, in turn with the jackal's orgasm into the hyena's ass. She whimpered, the otter smiled and rubbed his cum into her fur, twisting her nipples, he rubbed her clit with the head of his cock.
The jackal lifted the hyena off his cock, laying her on the sand. The hyena looked up at him and the otter and smiled.
"That was fun! We should do it again sometime," she giggled.
The jackal and the otter laughed.
"Yes it was," the otter nodded.
"If you liked this you'll love what I have planned for you two next time," the hyena smiled.