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I had a wild hair to write a new storyline, so here it is. If you'd be interested in a part 2, be sure to let me know in the comments.

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My name is Jeremy Wyren, and I might be the unluckiest person ever.

My story starts while I was just hanging around my uncle Jarred's office, waiting for him to finish some stupid university lecture. My parents had sent me to stay with my uncle over the summer as a way to encourage me to go to college, but in my short time here it had had the exact opposite effect. All I found was boredom and confusion, mixed with a bit of disbelief at some of the crazy stuff people studied here.

Like a typical seventeen-year-old with a low phone battery and a bunch of weird stuff nearby, I decided to go browsing around. I looked over the bookshelves first, seeing if there was anything interesting to read. “A Study of Eastern Occultism". “The Beast Within Us All". “Theory of Extra-dimensional Entities". “The Multifaceted Quantum Multiverse". My uncle was into some weird shit. I knew he'd been studying some theory about interdimensional travel, but from what I heard it sounded like something out of a corny sci-fi novel.

Out of sheer boredom I took the book on “extra-dimensional entities", flipping to a random page in the middle. It seemed to be some kind of anatomical drawing, depicting a pair of what seemed like humanoid cheetahs. One was male, the other female, with a few fine print notes and measurements surrounding them. Both specimens were quite nude and quite realistic, leaving nothing to the imagination. As I absentmindedly ogled the female one, I realized that she had a few human looking parts; the most notable of these were the mammary glands and labia majora, to put it eloquently. The male was more animalistic in terms of privates, with a sheath that was reminiscent of a dog's. After tearing my eyes away from the eye candy, I tried reading the wall of text that made up the opposite page. I got as far as “these specimens of extra-dimensional organisms may have been present in ancient Egypt" before giving up, and skimmed through the rest of the history-channel quality theories. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of the female illustration for later study, then closed the book and placed it back on the shelf.

My phone read 2:03, twenty seven minutes until uncle Jarred finished with his lecture. Figuring I'd be undisturbed until then, I decided to take a look in my uncle's desk. If the old man had nude furry drawings on his bookshelves, I wondered what he kept hidden away? The leather desk chair gave way a bit as I sunk my weight into it, leaning forward towards the drawers. As my fingers closed around the first handle, my mind raced with what could be hidden within. Booze? Smut? Drugs? Human bones? Maybe I'd uncover some scandal and go viral with my findings. Maybe…

…Maybe the drawer just held a few dusty candies. I took one out and nimbly removed the wrapper. The candy stuck to my fingers, and as I popped it into my mouth the taste of cinnamon hit my tongue. I rolled the hard disk around in my mouth, taking a closer look at the wrapper it had been stored in. The logo wasn't one I recognized, and after a second I realized it was hardly a logo at all, just a letter C that someone had written on the waxy paper. I kicked the drawer closed and stuffed the strange wrapper into my pocket, turning my attention to the second drawer. My hopes were lower this time, but they still got dashed as I slid it open. There was just a stack of folders and papers, barely labeled with sharpies and stacked up on… something. I quickly realized that the pile didn't go to the bottom of the drawer, and with care I began taking papers out.

I quickly revealed an odd book with a leather cover, gold leaf decorations, and a large symbol drawn into a central golden circle. It was about the size and weight of a textbook with the smell of old paper wafting off of it. There wasn't any title on the cover or spine, but there was a fairly intricate design on the front. It looked almost arcane, drawn in gold ink and topped with an illustration of a pyramid. There was a silver medallion with a chain caught in the pages of the tome, and as I slid the book open to those pages the medallion fell to the floor with a small thud. The pages seemed ancient, and with weird symbols and diagrams all over the place it looked like a wizard's spellbook. There were only two bits of text on the page, both handwritten, a short paragraph and a single phrase. The phrase was larger than the paragraph, and read “Per tempora di superi et infra vacui, accipe mihi volo ut ubi ego." The paragraph said, “In order to complete the ritual of displacement, the caster must recite the given incantation thrice while wearing the amulet of Sah-Haviin. The caster must picture a place or thing in their mind, and if their mind's eye is clear, they shall be brought to the location of their target. This spell is powerful, almost without limits, and allows the caster to cross the void between worlds in the blink of an eye. However, be warned: if one's focus is not crystal clear, there is a very good chance that the displacement will miss, sometimes by lethal margins."

I looked down at the medallion, picking it up by the chain. It too was covered in mystic symbols I didn't understand, and seemed to shine with an otherworldly gleam. I had no idea how seriously uncle Jarred believed in this hocus pocus crap, and I was pretty certain whoever wrote this was either a d&d nerd or a schizo, but I had a wild hair to try it. If it somehow worked, I'd travel to a whole new world, and if not… well, it wasn't like I had anything else to do.

I slipped on the medallion, opened the book on the desk, and stood up. After a moment I decided to film this ridiculousness for the greater good of the internet, and propped up my phone on a paperweight. A few swipes later and my phone was recording. I thought about picturing something mundane for the spell, like the Eiffel Tower or the Great Wall, but a better idea popped into my head. I conjured up a hazy image of that cheetah girl, focusing on the few specific parts that drew my eye. I fidgeted my hands in a wizard-y fashion while preparing my most pompous voice. “Per tempora di superi et infra vacui, accipe mihi volo ut ubi ego!" I felt something tingle in the back of my mind, but thought nothing of it. “Per tempora di superi et infra vacui, accipe mihi volo ut ubi ego!" The tingling spread through my entire body, but I wasn't going to stop now. “Per tempora di superi et infra vacui, accipe mihi volo ut ubi eg-"

The instant I pronounced the last syllable, the whole world seemed to fall out from under me. Suddenly I was plummeting through crushing blackness, terrified and immediately regretting my past actions. I didn't know if I was dead, or dying, or just free falling through god knows what. I tried to flatten out, or stabilize, or gain some sort of control, but after briefly spiraling into an uncontrolled tailspin it felt like I'd lost track of which way was down. I was just hurtling through nothingness, not knowing whether I-THUD

Suddenly I found myself staring up at a clear blue sky with a few clouds lazily drifting overhead, lying on my back on what felt like dry grass. The ground was hard dirt, and as I stood up I brushed the baked soil off my backside. The grass shifted and wavered around me, coming up to about my waist. I looked up and scanned the horizon, seeking some point of reference as to where the hell I'd ended up. There were some mountains to the south, a few scant trees to the east, and to the north… a city! It looked to be only a few stories tall at its highest, and the craftsmanship seemed incredibly third-world, but it was a city nonetheless. Maybe the locals could give me directions, tell me how to get back home. I didn't know if they spoke English… eh, sure they would, just about everyone knows English. With a goal in mind, I set off for the city on the horizon. Some tiny voice in my head was complaining that none of this seemed right, but I quickly buried the voice with optimism. I was finally out from under my parent's thumb for once, off on a trek through a foreign country.

I walked for about 15 minutes before I started to loathe the sun overhead. Looking around for something shady, I quickly spied a tree with someone napping under it. Maybe he was a local, and could tell me a bit about the surrounding area. I couldn't make out too much about him while he lay in the shade, but I thought I saw a staff cradled in the nook of one arm. I thought he might be a shepard, but there wasn't any flock to be seen. Maybe the staff was a walking stick, or perhaps it was ceremonial. I had no idea how superstitious the local population was, and he might very well think that a fancy stick would shield him from demons.

The closer I got, the stranger the guy under the tree seemed to be. I figured it was a trick of the light, but I could have sworn he looked like a gazelle, antlers and all. I quickly dismissed the notion, despite the little nagging feeling that something was off getting stronger by the second. By the time I reached the tree's shade, I realized the man in the shade wasn't a man at all, and looked more like a humanoid animal. It wore a simple brown tunic trimmed with white, as well as a bead necklace around its neck. Tan fur covered its flesh, with lighter shades on its inner thighs and chest. Two horns poked out from its head, twisting around slightly like corkscrews. Flanking the horns were two pointed ears, which twitched and swiveled as if it was dreaming. Its legs terminated in hooves, but its arms ended in what seemed like a cross between hooves and hands; they each had three digits, each of which ended in a bit of hoof-like keratin. It took me a second to realize that it was a he, both from the shape of his body and the bulge under his tunic. As I looked on, his eyelids sleepily twitched, then snapped wide open to reveal green irises.

He looked like he was very much awake, but didn't move a single muscle. On closer inspection I realized he was loaded up like a spring, ready to bolt if I made a move toward him. I tried my best to stifle the panic of seeing a species that didn't—or rather shouldn't—exist, along with the cascade of questions and musings that it opened up. Rational thought eventually took over, and I realized that this creature might be my only link to this place. I didn't want to spook him, so I just stood my ground and spoke as calmly as possible. “I'm Jeremy, I'm not from around here. Could you help me?" After a moment I added, “Do you speak English?"

There was a long pause, and I was just about to try gestures or something when the gazelle-person spoke. “You… say highspeak?" His voice was quiet, meek, and heavily accented, but I could still understand what he was saying.

“No, I only speak English. Can you take me to your home?"

After thinking for little while the gazelle responded. “No, I am… lost. Can not find home." After a second he stood up, then bowed slightly while holding his staff in both hands. “I am Tazane."

“Okay, Tazane, do you have any idea where I might get help?" My optimism was gone, replaced by terrified doubt. Could this creature even help me? What if the city I'd seen was hostile? What if there were other creatures out here, creatures out for blood? I had nothing to defend myself with, and even if I had a gun they could still come after me at night.

“Maybe. There may be-" Suddenly his ears swiveled backward, quickly followed by the rest of his head. I could see his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, and his eyes rolled about in a panicked frenzy. “Oh kak, slawehandelaars!"

Confusion began to rise alongside fear in my breast. “Tazane, what are slawehandelars? What's going on?"

He turned back toward me. “Slawehandelaars! Hiënas!" He struggled to think of a word I'd understand. “Ah ah ah… snatchers! Very bad, take people for slav…" His eyes rolled upward as he tumbled forward, and as he hit the ground with a thud I saw something that looked like a dart sticking out of his left arm. Looking past him, I saw a sinister figure peeking out of the grass, holding a blowgun up to a black muzzle with dark paws. I looked into its black eyes and saw amusement, seemingly at my own terror. The figure took something from behind its back, then stuffed that something into the end of its blowgun and raised the weapon to its lips. I finally gathered enough of my wits to turn and run, but only made it a few steps before being blocked.

A second figure stood in my way, this one with a spear pointed straight at my chest. It stood clear out in the open, and I could make out rough hide armor worn atop brown fur spotted with black. This new creature had two rounded ears on top of its head, a black mohawk-shaped mane, and a predatory grin filled with carnivorous teeth. The thing was basically a bipedal hyena, only it stood about six feet tall and had two breasts on its chest. The hyena slowly closed in on me, and I backed up to see a third hyena coming from the opposite direction of the tree.

Thinking quickly, I stooped down and grabbed Tazane's staff. It was lighter than I anticipated, and seemed like it would snap after a few good whacks, but I still held it in front of me like my life depended on it. The hyenas let out a burst of loud, tittering laughter in response, circling around my sides and still advancing. “Usipige tu bado, nataka kufanya mikono hii." The front hyena was the one speaking, its voice rough but definitely feminine. The two others continued to slowly advance, carefully moving to my flanks so at least one of them was always behind me.

I whirled around, trying to cover three directions at once in a panicked haze. “Stay back! Get back or I'll… o-or you'll regret it!"

Again came that tittering laughter, even closer than before. “You use highspeak, eh? Give up. You will lose."

I took a swing at the hyena who'd been using the blowgun, missing by about a foot. “Get the fuck away from me! Stay back!" I quickly realized that if I tried to run, one of them could easily grab me before I made it ten feet. Even if I did escape, their muscular frames told me they could probably run me down with ease. All I could do was fight, in the hopes that they'd give up. It was a long shot, but… yeah, I was fucked.

“You look valuable. Handsome, unique, and with a fighting spirit… some would pay lot of gold to break you." I turned to the hyena on the left and saw she was no longer pointing the spear at me. They were just playing with me, I realized, tormenting me until either I gave up or they decided to take me down. God knows what they'd do with me then… Tazane said they were slavers, but from the looks I was giving me they might just eat me. Alive. The thought of one of them feasting on my guts while the others held me down sent shivers down my spine, and I was trying to think of how best to fight them off when something slapped me on the ass.

I whirled with the staff held out, smacking the hyena with the blowgun right in the head. The brittle staff split in two, but the force of the blow was enough to drive her into the ground. She looked up at me with a snarl on her face, and I was about to hit her again when a thick, furry arm wrapped around my neck. In an instant I dropped the staff and grabbed the arm, but I wasn't quick enough to get my hands under it before the hyena had me in a death grip. I could feel her hot breath on my ear, whispering to me as I struggled. “Shhh… relax… this won't be long." I could feel the life getting choked out of me, and my struggling turned into desperate thrashing as my brain started screaming for oxygen. The hyena I'd hit with the staff walked over, then hit me in the gut with one balled up paw. What little breath I had was knocked out of me, and my resistance became feebler by the second.

“Je! Jahannamu! Usiharibu bidhaa!" The front hyena shoved the one who'd just hit me, knocking her back into the tree. She then pinned her there with one forearm, seeming to scare her into submission.

The hyena who'd struck me took on an apologetic tone. “Samahani, nilipoteza hasira yangu." Her words sounded distant, like they were from the other end of a long tunnel, and it seemed like the whole world was fading away. My vision got darker and my muscles got weaker, but before I could get completely chokesomething small and sharp pierced my thigh. I was swiftly dragged from consciousness once again, plunged into the same inky blackness that had brought me here.

I awoke in a sitting position, still groggy from whatever the hyenas used on their darts. Something pressed into my chest as I tried to get up, and in the dim light I made out a few coils of rope binding me to a tree. I knew it was a tree because of the rough texture I felt on my back, and the fact that when I looked up, the moon was partially blocked by leaves. Wait, I thought, it was night? How long had I been out? The air was certainly cooler than during the day, and the moon was almost full; I could have sworn it looked bigger than it should have been, but it could have just been my imagination. The rope strained a bit without me doing anything, and I looked to my left to see the gazelle tied up beside me. He was still out cold, lightly snoring with his head hung low. I then looked down at my own chest to find the medallion was gone, stolen by my captors. It had helped get me here, so it was likely my only way back home.

“Miungu ninayo tamaa. Kwa nini hatukuleta watumishi?" I recognized the voice as one of my captors, but I didn't know which one. My attention drifted to the scene in front of me, a moonlit campground with a few primitive tents. Two silhouettes stood out in the light, both easily recognizable as female hyena slavers.

The other one replied, “Basi nenda tu hema yako na ukizike mbali kama sisi wengine." This one's voice was slightly lighter in tone, but still gruff and savage. I guessed that the two talking were equals in terms of rank, since neither seemed to be dominant over the other.

“Sio sawa." There was a brief pause before the first one looked back in my direction. “Kusubiri, labda watumwa wapya wanaweza kunisaidia."

The second one followed her gaze. “Ya kauli? Yeye ni amelala." I realized she was looking over at the gazelle beside me.

The first one stood up, pacing over to where I was tied down. “Hapana, ya mgeni."

The second hyena stayed where she was, looking back at her companion. “Je, kama yeye ni bikira? Kufanya ngono naye inaweza kuchukua mbali kidogo ya thamani."

“Tutaona." The first hyena seemed to look me over, eyeing me like some kind of livestock. Finally her eyes met mine, and I heard her say, “You a virgin?"

My muddled brain had no idea what she meant by that. “What do you mean, have I had sex?" As embarrassing as it was, I had never really… gotten intimate with anyone… at all… but she didn't need to know that. “Pffft, 'course not, I've been with plenty of gals." Maybe confidence would help me out of this mess. Maybe it would just dig the hole even deeper. Only time would tell.

The hyena let out a short tittering chuckle. “I guessed it. Come." She pulled a sharp knife out from her belt, slicing through the ropes tying me to the tree. At first I was hesitant to get up, but when the hyena dragged me upward by the shirt collar I didn't have much of a choice.

“Bwana atakasirika." muttered the other hyena as the first one roughly dragged me to one of the tents, pushing me inside before entering herself. The inside of the tent was fairly spartan, with only a backpack in one corner, a bedroll in the middle, a bow, a half-full quiver, and a spear lying just out of reach. The tent itself was kind of teepee-ish, with posts holding up the outer covering in a ring on the inside.

The hyena turned toward me, maybe two feet away. She blocked the entrance, but even if she was out of the way I got the feeling she could run me down. I eyed the arrows and spear, but she could probably knock me to the floor before I could get to them. I met her eyes as she finished looking me over, seeing a sort of hunger there that was directed at me. “Slave, strip."

Needless to say, I was confused. “What?"

Without hesitation, she reached over and roughly yanked my t-shirt over my head. Once it was off, she tossed it to the ground. “Strip. Before I rip it."

With wide eyes and a dazed mind I gradually made sense of her words. “You want me to… m-my clothes?"

“Chini ya miungu!" She pulled out her knife once again, grabbing my waistband as she did so. I managed to grab her wrist as she slipped the blade between my pants and my underwear, but I wasn't nearly strong enough to stop her from slicing downward. She missed my junk, thank god, but with her long slice my pants fell down to my ankles. I tried to take a step back from what I thought was a knife wielding psycho, but ultimately ended up tripping and landing on my ass. The hyena immediately kneeled and began tugging my pants the rest of the way off, wrestling the garment over my shoes with tremendous strength. She had just gotten one leg off when she looked up and met my overwhelmed gaze.

“What? You done this before, yes?" Done what before, what was she… wait… she wanted to have sex with me? Oh fuck. Immediately she saw the signs of disgust on my face, and I hardly had time for regrets before she was straddling me. “Oh, I look too ugly? Too bad." She leaned down, putting her paws on either side of my face and her slavering maw inches from my throat. I could smell a hint of rotting meat on her breath, and wondered whether I might end up as her next meal. “You my slave now, you do my orders. But…" She straightened up, moving her paws behind her back. “…maybe I can get you up…" The sound of straps being undone filled the air for a few seconds before she began to lift off her crude leather cuirass. She did it slowly, gradually giving me a full view of her goods before tossing the thing aside. Next off was her dark hide skirt, which she stripped off in an instant. With her body fully nude and astride my hips, I had to admit one thing to myself: she was smoking hot for a brutal slaver.

My cock was already starting to get hard, and she smirked as it poked her in the nethers. She moved back and finished pulling every scrap of cloth off of my body, shredding whatever she couldn't get off easily. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what came next. Should I warm her up first? Make out with her? Eat her out? Just stick it in? Would she just want me to lay down so she could use me as a sex toy? Would she do anything drastic? Would she bite me? Eat me after this was done? No, no, if she was a slaver, she wanted to sell me, and I'd be most valuable undamaged. But who was she going to sell me to?

My thoughts got scattered as she lay back onto the ground. She knew I was staring, and spread her legs apart to reveal her already wet snatch. As I stared dumbly, she spread he vulva apart with two digits, revealing the inviting pink of her inner pussy. “Well?"

I half came to my senses, scrambling onto my hands and knees and placing myself between her legs. I'd seen plenty of pornos, so in theory it shouldn't be hard… but it was just overwhelming. Having a warm body beneath me, eager and horny, waiting for me to make a move… I tried to visualize what I'd seen porn stars doing, but it didn't seem like enough. I would need something a bit more intimate, something that was a guaranteed pleaser, something… delectable.

I leaned closer to her crotch, trying to figure out a plan of attack. I gently kissed the middle of her right thigh, pressing my lips to her spotted fur. The smell was like she hadn't bathed in a long time, but as I started kissing my way down her thigh a different musk took over. When I finally laid my lips upon her moist opening, the scent of her loins was almost overpowering, a primal fragrance of pure arousal I'd never even dreamed of. As my tongue timidly brushed against what I thought was her clit, she pressed my head into her with one paw. With each lick across her folds I began to get more and more confident, going from barely licking to really tucking into her snatch. I knew she liked it from the way she squirmed, curling her claws through my hair while relaxing backward.

I could feel myself getting her slick secretions on my face, and the deeper I stuck my tongue into her soft folds, the messier I got. Some small part of me was grossed out by the fact that I was giving oral sex to a bipedal hyena, but the rest of me was just glad I was finally getting laid. I decided to squeeze two fingers under my jaw, slowly sliding both into her waiting pussy. When I stuck my fingers in, the two things I first felt were wetness and warmth. I felt around a bit, trying to see if there was anything special inside, and quickly found my way to a firmer spot near her belly. She gasped as I started rubbing at it, and combined with my suckling on her clit, it had her whimpering with pleasure.

I went on pleasuring her for several minutes, causing her to squirm and groan in an ecstatic haze. I thought I felt I was doing well, until she gently pushed me back with one paw. I quickly retreated, worried I'd earned some kind of punishment by screwing up. I thought she might try and bite me, or maybe start up some bondage torture stuff, but thankfully she just flipped over and got on paws and knees. Her eyes met mine as she looked over her shoulder impatiently. “Come, breed me." With my cock stiff as a board and leaking a few droplets of precum, I gladly rushed over to her and got in position. I tried lining it up from a straight kneel, but found her too tall for me to reach. “Could you… uh…"

She looked back at me for a moment with irritation creasing her brow, then sighed and spread her legs apart a bit more. “Wanaume dhaifu," she muttered. With her soaked pussy now down to my level, I gladly began preparing myself to enter her. I started to rub my dick up against her nethers, getting it nice and slathered in her juices, but stopped after a short growl of impatience. My cock was on the verge of penetrating her, the tip resting right at the entrance to her vagina, hesitating to finally get started. Did I really want to lose my virginity to this… monster? Should I try to get out?Suddenly she pushed her hips back into me, popping my cock inside her and enveloping its length in feminine warmth. I just sort of sat there for the first few seconds, bewitched by the feeling of her pulsating pussy sliding up and down my shaft. It had the same squeezing sensation as my hand, but was so warm and moist and wet and inviting that it was a whole other world. I quickly decided the experience was worth any shame that came from the cross-species mating, ethics and morals be damned.

Eventually I worked up the sense to start thrusting into her, and she easily let me take over. Each thrust was rather jerky, as I'd never really done this beyond the occasional humped pillow, but at least I didn't slip out. To make up for it, I reached down around her legs and started rubbing at her tender clit, evoking a satisfied sigh from her. I tried to keep the pace slow and sensual, but I should have known that it would get real boring real quick. “Nenda kwa kasi," she moaned, “Faster." I gladly picked up the pace, slamming my hips home with rhythmic intensity. I quickly discovered I could hit her g-spot with my dick, provided I got the right angle going in. Before long she had dropped to her elbows, pushing back against me and begging for more. I quickened my pace in response, my balls slapping against her furry hide with feral savagery. Her insides contracted against me, making each thrust into her warm, slippery hole all the more heavenly.

“Mmmph, is too good… mungu wangu…" Something was tensing up inside her, driven by the thrusting into her g-spot and the rubbing of her clit. I could feel my own body nearing an orgasm, but it seemed further away than hers. Suddenly she let out a long shriek of pure ecstasy, pressing back into my hips with all her might. Her pussy spasmed around me, squeezing tight and making the fit even more snug. I kept going through her orgasm, trying to both enhance her time and get myself off. She dropped down even further, and as she shuddered I leaned over and took her big furry tits in my hands. I clamped my elbows down on her sides, using them as leverage for my final thrusts. With animalistic strength I drove myself as deep into her as I could, pressing my curly pubes flush to her snatch. Her vaginal squeezing still going strong, and I hardly had to move as I started cumming inside her; it felt like she was trying to milk my balls dry. I could feel each stream of my seed shooting into her, filling her up, pouring into her womb to create some sort of fucked up bastard hybrid.

As my orgasm came to an end, I realized she was staring angrily at me over her shoulder. “Mtu wa kijinga! Not do it inside!" She crawled forward a bit to get my cock out of her, then stood up and turned to face me. She had her hands on her hips and her legs spread apart, standing over me like a scolding dominatrix. “Wash it." She pointed down at her groin, slightly confusing me. I could see a bit of my cum trickling down her leg, and her whole genital area was slathered in her own lubricants. When she grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my mouth against her snatch, I finally realized what she wanted and quickly got to work. I dutifully began slurping up my own cum, spreading her vulva apart so I could better get at her insides. I didn't realize my own cum had such a mucousy texture, and as I licked it from out of her pussy I found the taste to be rather interesting. Mixed with the slimy stuff that the hyena made while aroused, it ended up being quite the erotic cocktail of bodily fluids.

“Nini kinaendelea hapa?" said a voice from inside the tent. The hyena instantly pulled away, turning toward the voice and using her paws to try and cover her shame. Two other hyenas had stepped into the tent, the first one a few inches taller than the other. I just knelt there like a deer in headlights, licking the last bits of bodily fluids off my face.

The hyena I'd been fucking immediately knelt down apologetically. “Samahani, bwana, naacha matakwa yangu yawe bora kwangu."

The lead hyena began to pace around, examining me like I was an animal to be sold or used. “Niambie, alikuwa ni bikira wakati ulimchukua?" I realized I was probably was just that to them, a quick profit in human form. Or maybe they wanted something else, perhaps to use me as a sex toy; I could see the lead hyena eyeing my groin with a primal hunger.

My hyena replied in a submissive tone. “Hakuna bwana, alikuwa amekuwa na wanawake wengi kabla tulimpata."

“Nzuri sana…" The leader then crouched down to my level, taking my chin in her paw. “Pony up, slave, I'm taking you for a ride."

It was gonna be one hell of a night…

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