Richmond
I had the misfortune to be alone in the locker room when Barry burst in. My first impulse was to hide: I'd had one too many bad encounters with him before.
He wasn't... mean, or anything--specieist as it may be to point out, the hyena did always have a genuine smile on his face. But affable as he was, the burly footballer still had trouble with basic things like, oh, boundaries and empathy; he was the kind of guy who wouldn't really realize he'd been a bully till years after he'd finished college.
He came up to the condom dispenser by the wall and gave it the ol' Fonzie tap, which usually dislodged at least one, but apparently failed him today.
He whacked it a little harder, to no avail. "Well, fuck." He briefly patted down his pockets for spare change before remembering what century it was.
And apparently I hadn't hidden well enough, because that was when he caught sight of me.
"Hey, who's that over there? Is that you, Richmond?"
I shrugged and hefted my bag over my shoulder, leaning it against my back plates. "Yeah," I said. "I was just leaving though."
"C'mon, help a brother out. I need--"
"Barry."
"C'mon, big guy. It's a fucking quarter." He laughed. "Don't tell me you can't spot me till Tuesday."
"You get spotted enough. I never get anything back."
"Hey, that was a hyena joke!" He laughed again. "'Cause of my spots, right?"
I tried to push past him, but he grabbed my shoulder.
"C'mon, babe. I have a date."
"Not my problem," I growled, wrenching free of his grip.
"Could be!" He sidled up close to me. "Since she won't let me play without protection, maybe you and me can have some fun? Like old times?"
Inner facepalm. I tried to keep my exasperation down--if my plates got blushy, he'd totally read it as the wrong kind of arousal.
"No," I said. I should have left it at that, but I couldn't help but add a jab. "Anyway, you haven't even got a condom."
"That never stopped you before."
"No, that never stopped you before." I glowered at him, but the angry stare of a three-hundred-pound stegosaur just doesn't go as far as it used to.
"Richie, Richie. Calm down. It's just a bit of play, right?"
"I'm not boning you, Barry."
"But--"
"No. Please no. Please--just go away and leave me alone."
He put his hand on my shoulder again, and I pushed him away, a firm thump on the chest shoving him back against the wall.
"Whoa man. Lighten up."
Not listening, not listening...
I left.
I didn't expect that to be the end of it, and sure enough, not ten minutes later he was trying to call my dorm room.
I took the phone off the hook and went to study in the library instead.
The next day he was waiting for me when I got to the locker room.
"I was trying to get ahold of you," he said.
"I know. Don't." I started changing back into my clothes as quickly as I could.
"C'mon, you know it bugs me when people don't like me. If you were having a bad day, you know you can talk it out with me."
My backplates lit up with sheer infuriation. I slammed my locker shut just for the noise of it and I turned to scowl at him. "Fine," I said. "You want this? Come here and work for it."
The triumphant smile on the hyena's face made me want to punch him, but I had a better plan in mind.
I pulled down the front of my jeans and showed him my dick, which was still on the soft side. "See if you can get it up."
There was no chance of that, of course.
Barry knelt down in front of me and pressed his nose against my balls, sniffing them deeply, like he'd been hungry for them.
Too bad for him.
While he was distracted, I swung my tail around and struck his side with my spikes.
"Ow!"
Just a little wish, just enough force for the ol' thagomizer to break the skin, and so much can change.
The hyena went limp against me, and I caught him by the arms before he fell to the ground. "What... what did you do?"
"Just teaching you a lesson. Come on now, weren't you just rarin' to get on this cock a minute ago?"
Barry didn't have any strength left to move, so I rubbed the floppy hyena's face against my stiffening dick.
"Nnnf..." His protests faded as his innards dissolved, leaving him little more than an empty sack of hyena flesh.
Not that he'd been worth any more than that all along.
I sat on one of the benches along the rows of lockers and slid my dick into the flaps of flesh that had been the hyena's jaws. Barry's insides were soft and slick now, just perfect for my girthy member.
"Mmm, you'd've made a good cumrag," I said. "Shame that isn't what I had in mind for you."
I continued rubbing his hollow head over my cock as that lovely spotted fur started to fall out, covering the linoleum.
I bunched up more of his body around my cock as his limbs reduced in size, letting his clothes slip off him easily. By this point he was little more than a warm sock enveloping my member, though that too would change.
I stroked under the nub that was all that remained of his tail at this point, as the openings under it sealed up and disappeared. The scent of his living body faded and was replaced with the strong, distinctive smell of latex.
My dick went into overdrive, precum flooding the condom that had been Barry.
Fucker.
I lay on my side on the bench and resumed stroking my wrapped cock, panting hard as I exulted in what I'd done. Sure, there'd be consequences. Heck, the whole thing had probably been caught on camera.
I didn't care.
I knew I probably wouldn't be alone for long though, so I had to hurry. With one paw busy on my dick, I slid the other one down between my hefty thighs and stroked under my tail, sinking into familiar fantasies of being plowed by certain of the better-endowed members of the football team.
And, you know, them having dicks twice as thick as usual.
And plowing me with them two or three at a time.
I panted hard as my dick tensed--and yelped involuntarily as I heard a door open immediately as my climax began.
I sat up instantly and stuffed my pulsing cock into my pants as the condom swelled to contain my cum. It was a mercy at least that I didn't have to deal with cleanup at this time as well--a cummy gut would have meant hard-to-explain stains on my shirt.
"Least you're good for something," I muttered.
Whoever had come in didn't come by my locker anyway--I heard them pass along the other side of the room and head out the door to the pool area.
I held my breath and counted to ten and when I was sure the coast was clear I pulled the front of my pants back down and slipped the cum-filled ex-hyena off my cock.
I wondered at how it was already hard to think of it as having been a person anymore, but then I realized I'd stopped treating him as one a long, long time ago.
This was more fitting. The condom bore no trace of its former existence: no clues in its color or texture would have told anyone it was a hyena, or even that it had ever been alive at all. Just a thin yellow sleeve of latex, filled with stego cum.
I brought it up to my mouth and sucked it clean before carefully rolling it back up.
I straightened up my clothes, grabbed my stuff, and dropped the remains of Barry into the open tray of the condom dispenser.
Yeah, an unwrapped condom, clearly used, sketchy as heck. Still, as the saying goes, "any port in a storm"--maybe someone desperate, or even someone into that sort of thing would give him one last ride before he wound up in the trash.
Not that I really cared.
I never did get caught. I know that was worse for me in the long run--he was my first, and he was by no means my last. It was a bigger deal in the days before they could bring people back; nowadays people will become an object for fun.
I've missed the... bite that permanence gave it, though.
So it's been a few hours and you haven't come back yet. I'm guessing I've found the sweet spot--the tiny little window between being alive enough to not count as dead, but inanimate enough that it doesn't matter for all intents and purposes.
How's it feel?
Hah--I know you can't answer. Maybe you can't even hear me. That's fine. You make a good thick toy and my hole's really stretched right now thanks to you and that's all that's important.
I'm going to cum soon, and then I'm going to toss you on the shelf with the others and forget which one of you still has what's left of a person inside.
And I'm going to out and have so much fun. It'll be like old times again.