Grace and Malice
Malice glided across the floor with ease, not another sole was there, although she was never comfortable being taken out to these balls with her parents, she was enjoying herself tonight. The bright white ball gown stood out like a light against her dark brown fur, the base swung out in a wide circle as she moved in her own way to the music that played.
From the sidelines in a corner, another hyena was feeling less comfortable, standing against a wall, un-noticed by all, but watching intently. His target was Malice; she spun and twirled, shifted and swayed, unhindered by other people. Derrick saw nothing special in her, the way she moved was liberated and unbound, she was moving as she wanted, she was a daisy in a garden of roses. But something about this hyena caught his eye, something no other at the ball had, a wild streak.
Her breasts bounced in rhythm as she lifted her body up and down while swinging her arms out wide. Malice's eyes were closed, her mind far away in a world where nothing could worry her. Derrick sipped at his glass of red wine and thought to himself 'I must have that beast.'
Malice felt eyes watching her, watching her movements, the way she stepped, the way her chest heaved. She felt their intensity, their desire, their longing to have her, to explore her body, inside and out. Something in the air told her if she left, if she slipped off to a place of solitude, she would be followed. Her body became hot at the thought of deeds unfit for the dance floor, she felt the fur between her legs grow damp as her body reacted instinctively to the visions that flooded her mind.
Unable to maintain her composure in public, Malice left the hall and retreated to the female's washroom, moving deliberately provocatively as to provoke her watcher to follow.
In the washroom, Malice immediately reached behind her back and pulled down the zip that held the top of her dress pressed against her sizeable chest. The white ball gown fell to the floor revealing nothing but fur as a thinly built tigress walked in behind her. Malice turned to facer her admirer causing her to blush underneath her orange and black fur.
The tigress looked at the hyena she so desperately wanted, but was unable to make a move. Seeing the lack of confidence in her, Malice slowly stepped towards the tigress, arching her back slightly to push her breasts forward, striding with her hips, the click if her high heels echoing around the room.
The orange and black cat's breath was rushed, her petite chest lifted and dropped rapidly, her legs barely able to hold her up. The hyena slowly rubbed her right hand along her right hip, up over her stomach, and over her right breast squeezing it firmly, making the nipple stick out between her fingers. With her left hand she reached out and took the right hand of the tigress, lifting it up to her chest. The tigress tried to pull her hand away weakly, but her body wanted to touch the ample round breast in front of her. Malice placed the feline's right hand where it greatly desired to be while her left hand grew more confident and reached forward.
The tigress wore a black silk dress that flowed from the shoulders to the floor with a gap all the way down the back and a smaller dip between her subtle breasts. Shivering from excitement, the tigress stood unsure what to do, her right hand held fast against the large breast of the hyena and her left hand held poised between the two of them. Malice moved her right hand from her breast to the tigress' left shoulder and slipped the dress down her arm revealing a nipple that stood erect when exposed to the cold air.
Derrick had followed Malice as well, he stood behind the corner of the toilet stalls where he had a front row view of the two females, unlike the tigress, Derrick made sure to lock the door so no one could interrupt the entertainment. He knew the cat had not noticed him, but Derrick was sure the hyena knew he was there, something about the way she moved, told him that the show wasn't just for the tigress. A seven inch bulge had already grown in Derricks trousers, it pulsed with excitement 'Patience,' he thought 'our time will come soon enough.'
Malice took the tigress' head in her right hand and pulled her closer. The tigress grew bolder and moved on her own, grasping the hyena's left breast in her right hand tightly, and lifting her right breast upwards. Derrick watched on as the tigress began licking the nipple of Malice's left breast while she continued to remove the long black dress. The tigress stood up and allowed the dress to fall to the floor, showing off the black lace panties she wore beneath it. She then returned to her previous position and continued to lick the hyena's erect black nipples.
Malice breathed deeply as her nipples grew more sensitive to each touch, the rough tongue of the tigress shifting over them again and again, "Mmnnn" she moaned. She felt several streams of fluid run down her legs as her body grew desperate. Lifting the tigress' head away from it's task, Malice kissed her, their tongues interlocked and the feline understood almost psychically what was wanted of her.
Malice turned and lead the tigress to the far end of the washroom and leaned against the wall, and her partner knelt in front of her. The taste of the hyena's juices filled the tigress' mouth as she gently licked the inside of Malice's leg, running her tongue from mid thigh to the top where the source of the streams could be found. Malice bucked her hips forward as the tongue of the tigress traced it's way around the edges of the black crevasse, teasing it, firmly pressing against it.
The hyena began to lose control of herself and pressed the tigress' face into her body with both hands, the tigress got the idea and began exploring the inside of the hyena with her tongue. Waves of pleasure rushed through the body of the hyena as she cried out "UGH! OH! AAAH!". A river of fluids rushed down over the face of the tigress as Malice climaxed and pressed her body onto the muzzle of her sexual outlet. She let the tigress lick the juices off the fur between her thick thighs then pushed her away, "Stand up." Malice told her.
Derrick unzipped his trousers and let his thick penis stand on end unrestrained, it stood at a high angle as he watched the hyena take the tigress and press her against the wall. Slowly the hyena slipped a hand down the side of the tigress' lace panties, pushing the to the floor then standing once again, giving her a long slow lick between her legs on the way. Derrick's body throbbed and pulsed at the sight of Malice lifting her ample breasts so her black nipples touched the pink nipples of the tigress. Malice pushed herself forward, pressing her chest against that of the striped feline.
"Stop..." the tigress said "I have to pee."
An evil look flashed in the hyena's eyes and in one swift motion, Malice hoisted the tigress onto her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. She immediately pushed her muzzle against the cat's vagina and gently teased it with her tongue, then opened her mouth wide and pushed forward. Derrick watched on intently as the tigress's heart skipped a beat at this unexpected action.
"OH GOD!" the tigress cried as the tongue of the hyena entered her body again and again, coaxing the river of fluids out of it's home. Derrick's excitement grew in leaps and bounds as he watched Malice swallow vigorously as a river flowed forth from the tigress. Not a drop escaped the mouth of the hyena, and when the tigress was done, Malice lavishly licked out the hole between the tigress' legs making sure to get every drop. The tigress grasped at the wall she was pressed against, her claws digging into the plaster. More juices flowed from her as an orgasm rippled through her body, leaving her breathless.
Malice lowered the tigress who proceeded to walk unsteadily over to where her dress lay on the floor. Derrick began to unbutton his shirt as the feline lifted her dress back to her shoulders and walked past him, not letting her eyes leave the floor. The lock clicked as it was unlocked, the door swung open and closed again as the tigress left the female's washroom flustered and shaken.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Malice grinned as Derrick stepped out of hiding. "Oh, aren't you well built." Malice approached Derrick and ran her fingers over his abs and down to his pulsing penis, grasping it firmly. Derrick grabbed Malice and turned her towards the bench, then lowered his trousers.
Malice leaned forward against the bench, and pushed her body out and backwards, spreading her legs wide, pushing her round mound out into the open. Placing his hands on her hips, Derrick knelt behind her and pressed his tongue against her black flesh. She felt it slide firmly along her soaked skin, sending waves of excitement coursing through her body. Fluids dripped from Malice onto the floor as her excitement climbed from Derrick pressing his tongue inside her.
"AHH!" Malice cried as Derrick's tongue repeatedly entered her body, tasting her juices and exploring just enough to drive her sense crazy. Malice closed her eyes and screamed as Derrick found just the right spot to tease. "AAAHH! OH GOD! HAAA!" Ripples of pleasure pulsed through Malice like electricity as she climaxed for the second time that night. Breathing heavily, she looked in the mirror in front of her and saw the animal in the hyena behind. Derrick stood up and positioned himself for the main event.
Seven inches pushed deep inside Malice as she cried out "AAAAAHHHHH!" Tears of pleasure came to her eyes and her vision blurred as Derrick slowly began his motions. Like an old time steam train leaving the station, he started slow, gaining momentum with each thrust, pushing harder, going deeper and gripping tighter. He had barely started when Malice found herself having a third orgasm, she had no breath to scream anymore, she gasped for air as she came again and again. Faster Derrick moved his body, deeper he went inside, she felt him inside her, pulsing within her body.
His grip was tight, he was moving her as well, slamming the both of them together now, like cars in a head on collision. Malice's dark fur became darker as a trickle of blood ran down her legs where Derrick's claws dug into her, the pain was nothing, the pleasure over powered it. The animal's movements became stronger and stronger, harder and faster, he was thumping her rapidly now; each motion he made, gave Malice yet another orgasm.
Finally it came to an end when he slammed his hips against her rear and released a dam inside her, she felt his warmth flow into her as he held them locked together for a moment. The clear puddle on the floor turned white as the dam inside Malice found it's way out.
Withdrawing himself from her, Derrick licked her blood off his claws. Malice lay slumped on the bench breathing more heavily than she ever had before. "You may want to wait for the bleeding to stop before putting that lovely gown back on." Derrick said to her.
"I may... want to gain... some energy... to move... before anything." Malice gasped for air between words.
"My name is Derrick, are you here alone?" Derrick knew what he wanted, he wanted her and he wasn't going to make her guess the facts.
"I came here with my parents, but I don't think they'll mind if I leave without them. I'm Malice." Malice was wild deep down inside, and Derrick was the one to bring it out.