Anglo-Moroccan Relations
A spotted hyena finds unexpected happiness in Gibraltar.
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Gibraltar in June is a sensual paradise. All day long, the sun kisses water and rock alike; holding in that union the promise of beautiful days and amazing nights. Its a magical place for couples, one of the last unsullied romantic experiences along the Mediterranean. If one goes alone, it isn't a stretch to say that they hope to find someone to share the experience with 'in situ'.
Tark came to Gibraltar alone. It was sort of a forced vacation for the hyena. His boss, a middle aged but hyper collie, ordered him to take a vacation after the closing of their financial year. "Listen kid, you're only young once. If you keep going like this, stress will kill you before you're 30!" The deal was then sweetened by free plane tickets as long as Tark left immediately.
He landed yesterday, but it took him a full day just to get used to the fact that he wasn't in the office. This morning, the spotted hyena realized that he was surrounded by interesting people. And he remembered how much he loved people! Tark spent the day wandering around Eastern Beach, finding out about the diverse cultures, local history, and events that were happening in the upcoming week.
Tark found himself in the Low Tide bar at sunset, reveling in the successes of the day. He was sitting at the bar, drinking his second Long Island iced tea, smiling faintly and slowly spinning a coaster. The hyena allowed his gaze to flit to the occupants of the other tables. It would be alright if he just looked. He appreciated the female form, and even a nice looking male form from time to time. Let's see. Couple. Couple. A pair of couples. Oh there was a single guy, he was looking around too and... oh, his partner came back from the restroom. Couple.
The spotted hyena looked back down to his drink, swirling it slowly. He had been so busy with his career for a number of years now that there wasn't a lot of time to find a significant other. It was a classic choice: Financial success and promotions, or serious dating and the potential of a family. Tark would settle for some not-so-serious dating these days. 'This would be a beautiful country to share with someone', he thought to himself. He slowly drained the glass of highly alcoholic iced tea. Then the spotted hyena stood up and let out a wide, toothy yawn.
"You didn't look behind you."
The hyaenidae yipped a little in reaction to the voice that had spoken directly in his ear. He spun around, causing his tail to thud against the bar. He looked upon the creature before him with wide eyes. A zebra. A smugly grinning zebra to be exact. She would have been about Tark's height if she wore heels, mused the hyena, but she was bare hooved. He flushed a bit when he realized that quite a bit of her was bare. A short, forest green tank top graced the equine's ample bosom. And a pair of tan cargo shorts were belted to her hips, with a couple of large pouches hanging in the front. Nothing else was left to the imagination... elsewhere, her striped fur was perfectly trimmed.
Gently, two delicate fingers framed the spotted hyena's chin and tilted his head up so that his blue eyes met her brown ones. "Hello? Earth to cute guy." She didn't sound insulted that the male had lost himself in her form... just amused.
"OH! Yes, hi. Hello."
...smooth Tark, this is why you're a chick magnet, thought the hyena to himself.
She smiled at him with teeth so white, they rivaled even the lightest patches of her fur. "Hello. I said you forgot to look behind you. You're lucky we aren't in the Serengeti, and that I'm not a hungry lioness. Still, you didn't find me in a timely fashion, and the bar is going to close soon." Her fingers traced a line down the spotted hyena's neck, to his breastbone, where she gave him a little poke through his ruby red tee shirt. "What are we going to do about that?"
He blurted out the first thing that came into his mind, "Well I'm not letting you get away."
The zebra tilted her head, considering. "You know... I think that was the right answer." She tossed her head to the other side, black mane flowing freely before falling back into place. "I have a camp on the beach at Catalan Bay. It's down past the memorial, where the cliffs start to meet the sand. You get what you need from your hotel and meet me there, yes?"
He may have been a little awkward with women in the past, but he knew the answer to this one! "I'll see you in half an hour."
That earned the hyena a friendly swat on his toned rump, the sound muted somewhat by his stiff bluejeans. "Good." The zebra reached into one of the pouches at her waist, left enough money on the bar to cover her drinks and a nice tip, and then sauntered out.
It took Tark 28 minutes to throw a bunch of stuff into his backpack, get down to the beach, and find the spot. His tail was wagging like a puppy's. The hyaenidae didn't really have any expectations, but he had to admit to himself that this was already the most fun he'd had in ages. It was an adventure! He had ditched the shirt, allowing the night breeze to rustle through his creamy white chest fur. Pants had been swapped for black board shorts, purchased only yesterday from a makeshift surf shop that only appeared during the summer months. He was bare pawed now as well, allowing the sand to squeeze through his fuzzy toes.
His new friend was waiting. Her camp was simple, but allowed one to appreciate the stunning beauty surrounding them. Inside of a ring of stone, a small fire crackled in front of the army surplus tent. The tent itself was mostly there to provide privacy rather than shelter. Given the weather, the front of the enclosure was wide open. This allowed occupants to enjoy the crash of the ocean waves, and the majesty of the cliffs rising up from this pristine beach. It was as close to paradise as Tark had ever been.
The zebra beckoned him inside. A fluffy sleeping bag lay atop the canvas floor of their shelter, easily big enough for two. At the head of the tent, away from the elements, was a small cooler containing a few bottled drinks that were honestly just vodka and fruit juice. She offered the spotted hyena one of these, and then took another for herself.
The hyena asked, softly, "I'm Tark. Before I forget to ask... can I get your name?"
She flashed him that winning smile again. "Midnight."
The hyena had to smile back, "Is that your name, or how long it took until I asked it?"
"Both."
That night they cuddled up together, sipping girly drinks and watching the ocean fail to reclaim the shore, before receding into the darkness as the tide washed out. Tark found out that Midnight was from Morocco, her family having moved further and further up the coast of Africa with every generation. They were drawn from their more wild roots towards lands of greater opportunity, and better education. Midnight embodied her parents' nomadic spirit and keen insight. She was an oceanography student, spending very little time in the classroom and taking every opportunity to do field work. But for the next two weeks, the mare would be staying in her favorite vacation spot.
The hyena, in turn, told the zebra about life back in the U.K. She learned about his drive to stay fit and be a success at an early age, so that he could retire early and do what he wanted with his life. She had to laugh when the hyaenidae admitted that he wasn't quite sure what he would do when he retired. They cuddled, and drank, and kissed, and chatted, and kissed s'more until the early hours of the morning. It was hard to say who drifted off first, but they fell asleep in each others arms as the fire outside died away.
Tark awoke to the sound of gulls, and a world far brighter than the one he left. A warm equine nose was pressed against the side of his neck, burrowing into that spotty fur. He turned onto his side so that nose could meet nose, and a simple tilt of the head would initiate a prolonged, open muzzled kiss. Her tongue explored the sharper fangs of her new friend, while his rolled over the much smoother, more square teeth possessed by the zebra.
Only after the kissing lingered for a full minute did the two part. She smiled and bumped Tark's nose. "Good morning. How do you feel?"
He craned his neck up until it made a gentle 'pop'. His tail was thrashing the side of the tent loudly, already betraying the spotted hyena's great mood. "I feel good. A little thirsty. Do you want to find breakfast?"
Midnight stared at him, considering something for a moment. Then she raised her arms and casually shrugged out of her green top. Being a typical man, Tark's eyes were drawn to those voluptuous striped breasts and broad black areola. Her left nipple was pierced, a tasteful little gold barbell currently finding its home there. To the hyena's surprise, the zebra cupped the back of his head and drew his maw to her left nipple. She murmured, "There's no need to be thirsty."
The insides of the hyena's ears flushed hotly. Was this normal for her? Was it sexual, or not? With just a little hesitation, Tark pressed his thin lips over the zebra's teat, and started to suckle. She let out a happy sigh as the first drops of milk were drawn into the hyaenidae's muzzle. It was thicker, creamier, and sweeter than anything one could get off of a store shelf. After the first few spoonfuls washed over Tark's tongue, he growled with delight. The hyena re-doubled his efforts, seeking more of this luxurious cream.
The equine giggled a bit as she saw her new friend trying to cover up his body's reaction to this situation. Slowly the mare tugged him off of her breast. She licked the stray drops of milk from his lips and murmured, "Nothing natural and joyous is ever wrong." She grasped his wrist and purposefully pushed his shaking paw into those black board-shorts. With her message delivered, Midnight guided Tark's panting muzzle to her right breast and helped him to latch on to the pert nipple.
Head swimming but undeniably happy, the hyaenidae tugged his shorts down around his thighs, before grasping his swollen sheath. He moaned softly into the mare's breast while peeling back his soft, creamy-white furred sheath. Each suckle and swallow of Midnight's milk was accompanied by four or five quick strokes across the jet black belly of the hyena's turgid shaft. He was still blushing furiously, never thinking that he would find himself nursing on a zebra's tit while vigorously masturbating. But Tark was learning to enjoy the moment, spurred on by the soft coos and gentle caresses of his companion.
Midnight enjoyed watching the male paw himself against those firm abs almost as much as she enjoyed being suckled. The zebra supported the back of his neck as he teased out another few ounces of her flow. She whispered in his burning ear, "Good boy. I want you to squirt for me now. You're all pent up, it would be wonderful if you came for me." She nuzzled the top of his head and watched the reaction to her encouragement.
Tark whined plaintively into the zebra's chest. After swallowing a final muzzle-full of Midnight's nutritious milk, the spotted hyena gasped, allowing her teat to fall from his maw. His tail stiffened and he moaned loudly, the sound carrying off the waves and rebounding from the cliffs. Tark's lover playfully pushed him onto his back as he squirmed and finally emptied his balls. Streamers of thick hyaenidae cum painted Tark's chest and belly. He sprayed himself seven, eight times before two weaker arcs sputtered from his spent hardon, dribbling into the fur of his crotch.
The hyena was only allowed to bask in the glory of his orgasm for a few seconds, before a towel thumped onto his messy chest. Midnight had already slipped her forest green top back into place. She winked down at him and said, "Clean up, quickly. The caves aren't going to explore themselves."
The couple hiked south along the Upper Rock Nature Reserve. They had the sleeping bag and some supplies, but not enough for an overnight stay. Although a little touristy, the trip was undeniably fun. The zebra and hyena stopped to pick up some brunch at a little stand that was selling braised and buttered Skipjack Tuna on a bed of sage and onion brown rice. "You'll need the energy." Midnight noted, leaving the double entendre bouncing around in Tark's brain for a while. They quickly made their way to the popular Old St. Michael's Cave and joined the other tourists.
The first half hour was interesting, and Tark had to admit, beautiful. Every new chamber had its own history, spanning from time immemorial to World War II. The spotted hyena was happy to be sharing the experience with Midnight. He was also glad to be in natural surroundings, making use of the body he had sculpted in city gyms out in the real world. This was far more rewarding than any treadmill.
After a short while, the two of them broke away from the group. Midnight spoke to the ranger at the checkpoint, and showed him the academic papers and the request for access signed by the Gibraltar Tourist Board. Once they were waved though and had collected a pair of headlamps, the hyaenidae asked the mare where they were heading.
"This is Lower Saint Michael's, puppy. One of the places I'm studying while in Gibraltar. It's a little rougher going, but not too bad. It's much less traveled than the Upper cave, and it has some amazing views. I wanted to show you something special."
The hyena followed his mare's lead, though truth be told it wasn't too dangerous. Ropes and nets were already in place for the more difficult parts of the descent. Midnight pointed out some of the more rarely seen features, carved by millions of years of rock erosion. It was a humbling experience.
They snaked around a naturally formed switchback corridor, which then opened up onto a pretty little cavern. Stalactites sparsely dotted the ceiling in this area, which was only a couple dozen meters in any direction. Half of the floor was smooth rock, and the other half was a pool of water so clear, you could easily see the bottom with just headlamps.
They took off their backpacks, and the hyena followed the mare's cues to go ahead and set up a comfortable area. The two of them set aside their headlamps, instead favoring an electric lamp, which was set right in the middle of their semi circle. Tark unfurled the sleeping bag as Midnight unpacked some supplies, as well as a couple of more naughty things that made the spotted hyena shiver with anticipation.
After laying down together, Midnight took the hyena's muzzle in both hands and looked into his eyes. She murmured, "I want you to know that we don't need to go any farther if you don't want to. I don't regret anything we've done so far. It's your choice what happens from here. We do what you like, we leave when you say. Yes?"
The hyena looked a bit bewildered, but replied with an easy, "Yes. Of course, why would I regret anything?" Midnight didn't reply. She simply undid her belt and tossed it aside, and with it the belt pouches that had hung in front of her hips. In the slightly blue electric light, it was clear that the cargo shorts were not laying flat in the front. The hyena reached out and slowly undid the mare's pants, being gentle, careful as he tugged them down to her knees.
He immediately understood why Midnight had given him all of those assurances. The belt pouches had been hiding what no amount of padding or clever disguise could have managed. His mare had the nethers of a stallion. Surprised, but not opposed to the concept, those hyaenidae paws reached out to explore what the zebra had been obscuring. "You're definitely a zebra." he murmured, rolling back her sheath a bit and then lifting that fourteen inch member from where it rested on her belly.
Midnight gasped and twitched. She held her lips lightly between clenched teeth, not wanting to make a sound just yet and disturb her lover's discovery session. It was clear that she was becoming even more aroused however. The mare slipped her green top off and tossed it to one side, then laid back and tried to breathe deeply through her flared nostrils.
The hyena's touch became a bit more confident as he stroked and handled Midnight's dark shaft. He noticed the piercing below her glans, a light golden frenum barbell. He drew a little moan from the zebra by rubbing it lightly with one furred thumb. Then the hyaenidae cradled and lifted Midnight's lime-sized balls, to see her wet, inviting netherlips positioned just where the spotted hyena guessed they would be. He shivered, nostrils twitching as the scent of arousal hit him all at once. He quickly stripped off his own shorts to release his erect and drooling shaft, before crawling up to embrace his mare.
Midnight sighed with pleasure and relief, having judged the hyena correctly. She embraced the taller fur, allowing his maleness to frot against her larger cock as they shared passionate kisses. She broke their muzzle-lock after a particularly passionate wrestling of the tongues to say, "I want you to fuck me, puppy. And I want to fuck you soon, if you're up for it. But I think we need to start stretching you now." She nipped his ear and reached over to that special toy that she brought.
The hyena swallowed and nodded. He slowly lifted his tail as his mare lubed up the small butt-plug. With a snarl, Tark murmured, "I'm willing to try, Midnight." He crawled up the length of her body until his ebony shaft was pressed to her muzzle. The hyaenidae fell onto paws and knees, both to give a gentle thrust against the mare's lips, and offer full access to the herm for her toy.
Midnight closed her eyes, and happily took her lover's member into that hot, soft muzzle. As the hyena slid in to the hilt, creamy white balls dancing against the mare's chin, she positioned the butt-plug against Tark's pucker and slowly twisted it in. He whimpered, but helped things along by pulling back for the next thrust and in the process slowly easing the faux-knot home. As the spotted hyena's sphincter tightened behind the bulge of the plug, Midnight mumbled something encouraging, before being muted by her lover's next thrust.
All of the hyena's fears and inhibitions fell away when he embraced the carnal nature of the encounter. His tail twitched and his hole clenched, feeling that plug rubbing right up against his tender prostate. Tark reveled in every curl and drag of Midnight's tongue over his fevered shaft. But as much as he wanted to blow his load into the back of her throat as her lips tugged at his bunched up sheath, the hyena wanted to show the mare that he could give her pleasure as well.
The equine took a few deep breaths as her lover crawled back down the length of her body and settled between her legs. "Tark, what are you doin-oh!" Her lover had picked up and squirted a thick line of lube over her stiff horse prick. Once again, blue eyes met brown eyes, and no more words needed to be said. He nudged his ebony tool under the zebra's ballsac, and then slowly leaned forward. Midnight whinnied breathlessly as her lover gently hilted himself in her feminine folds. Then the spotted hyena leaned down and settled his weight, using the pressure of both hands to massage his mare's sizable cock.
Tark rolled his hips and snarled, settling into a fast rhythm. As aroused as the mare was, and with his thick tool covered in copious precum and spit, it was a tight but silky smooth fit. He clenched his belly muscles every time he bottomed out, letting his mare feel the swell of his shaft, and in turn pulsing his little tailstar around the butt-plug. Now it was his turn for some dirty talk, "In a few days it's gonna be my ass around your dick, not my hands." Fourteen inches of zebra flesh jumped off of Midnight's belly and squirted precum up to the underside of her breasts. He took that as a good sign. One paw gripped and jerked at the base of his lover's maleness, while the other lightly massaged around the sensitive piercing and flaring glans.
Midnight tried to restrain herself, but started to cry out loudly, her screams and moans echoing through the chamber, and surely into the rest of the lower caverns. If anyone else was climbing down right now, they would know exactly what was happening. The equine whinnied and panted, "Sweetie I'm gonna... if you don't s-stop I'll..." Tark, with a new confidence, snarled back, "I'm not stopping. You do what you have to."
Truth be told, the hyaenidae was close as well. Just the way his mare's balls rolled against his washboard abs, the way she couldn't keep herself from crying out, the carnal little details were driving him nuts. But he was glad when it was his mare who came first. Her big member throbbed and fired thick shots of equine cum all over the underside of her bosoms, some of the more energetic shots coating her chin and muzzle. At the same time, Tark felt his lover's nethers tighten around his pistoning cock, and suddenly her female juices squirted out from around his root drench his furry balls.
The zebra's eyes glazed over as she rode out both her male and female orgasms at the same time. It was all she could do to clench her inner walls around that wonderful hyena shaft. A couple of dozen strokes later, he cozied up to Midnight's netherlips and balls and snarled. She could feel that wonderful throb that signaled a flood of hyena spunk. His soaked, cream-furred balls twitched as Tark finished inside of his new lover. He stayed inside her for a few minutes, allowing both of their heartbeats to slow.
Then the spotted hyena broke the news to her: "I don't think this sleeping bag is ever going to be the same."
Midnight burst out laughing. She murmured, "I'd throw you in the water, but this is a heritage site. You're right though, we're going to have to use it as a giant towel."
"We'll plan it better next time." the hyena assured her.
"You mean when I'm the one fucking you?" Midnight asked, with a little giggle.
"Hmmm, now that we're not in the heat of the moment, that's starting to sound painful." Tark admitted.
"Don't worry, I have half a dozen dildos of increasing size to get you ready. And if it takes more than a couple of weeks... I study oceans. There are oceans where you live." the zebra assured him.
Tark smiled toothily at that thought. He let that sink in... the fact that this new mystery, this new confidence, perhaps even this new love wasn't a passing thing. "True. We'll see how you feel at the time. Hopefully, a lot like I feel right now. What was it you said? Nothing natural and joyous is ever wrong." Despite the river of stickiness between them, Tark went ahead and cuddled up to Midnight.
It was an interesting place for a British hyena to discover himself. In a cave, at the tip of a continent, Tark left the burdens of his doubts and returned with a new hope.