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• The lights were dimmed in the two bedroom apartment that was A10. The hyena couple inside were just sitting down to a nice evening meal when they heard the thunder roaring.

"It's getting pretty nasty out there," said Hal, the husband. "You sure you wanna venture out tonight?"

Helena, the wife cut a piece of her porterhouse steak her husband had cooked. "I really don't have a choice, dear. Somebody has to be at the hospital to see patients, you know."

Hal shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I know you're not crazy about me going to night shift, but the shift premium will be worth it," Helena said, trying to reassure her husband.

"I just get worried about you going out at night," said Hal, taking a sip from his glass of milk.

"You can't live in fear of everything in the city, dear," she said.

Hal had grown up in the country on a farm, and was not use to the hustle and bustle of city life. After he and Helena married, they decided to move to the city where she had lived. Hal missed the chirping of crickets in the summer, the calm, peaceful serenity that was the country. But, he wanted to make Helena happy, and happiness meant being city dwellers, so that's what they decided they'd do.

"Can I take your plate, honey?" he asked, seeing Helena's plate was now empty.

"Yes, please," she said, getting up from the table to go to their bedroom. Hal took both of their plates, rinsing them in hot water before placing them in the dishwasher. It was then he noticed that the device was almost completely full of used plates, glasses and silverware. Reaching underneath the sink, he grabbed the dishwasher liquid, filling the compartment halfway--never all the way, which was something that always got on Helena's nerves, claiming that too much liquid made the glasses spotty--and shut the door. He turned the dial, watching the two green LED lights turn on before he heard the humming of the dishwasher running its cycle. He flipped the CLEAN/DIRTY magnet on the dishwasher, making sure it had CLEAN on top. Not placing the magnet in its proper place irritated Helena even more than filling the liquid compartment to the brim. Satisfied that his job was complete, the male hyena walked out to the living room, setting himself down on the loveseat next to the window that faced the road.

Helena soon walked out of the bedroom, dressed in her medical scrubs. Hal, who was playing around with his tablet, looked up at his wife, a semi-worried look showed on his spotted face.

"You be careful out there, honey," he said.

"You worry too much," said Helena, giving her husband a quick smile.

"Hey, you might want this," said Hal, handing Helena an umbrella.

"Thanks, honey," she said, taking the object from his paws.

"I think someone needs a good-bye kiss," he said, getting up and embracing his wife. Helena closed her eyes as her loving husband planted a deep smooch on her lips.

"Have a good night at work, honey," he said, sitting back down on the love seat.

Helena walked out the door, locking it behind her. Hal played around with his tablet some more before looking out the window to see Helena waiting on the sidewalk. Their building happened to be convincingly located right in front of a bus stop. Hal kept watch on his wife, making sure she got on the bus safely. He was always worried about the usual riffraff that was associated with city life; purse snatchers, muggers, or even rapists. No matter how much he immersed himself in city life, his country upbringing had instilled a certain fear in him about urban environments.

"There she goes," said Hal to himself, seeing Helena's bus pick her and several other passengers up before departing. "Now, to get down to business."

Hal had been out of work for three months now. It all started when his management position had been eliminated due to budget cuts. Though the hyena had gone to college and had a bachelor's in business administration, he soon found out that the piece of paper showing all his college credits might as well be toilet paper. The economy was in a deep recession, and many of the jobs Hal applied for were being filled by applicants with greater education, more experience, and for smaller salaries. It frustrated him to no end that a hard worker like him could be out of work and taking unemployment benefits from the government. Hal always remembered his parents talking about how unemployment was for the lazy and entitled, but his parents never had to deal with the problems he did. They'd been farmers, so what could they understand about management jobs in the big city?

Hal went to several job sites, looking for anything promising. Each day he went out, applying in person for any job that would meet his requirements, while at night he scoured the web for any place in the city that might work. Every night he grew increasingly frustrated with what appeared to be yet another dead end. One site, two site, three site . . . nothing.

"Oh," he said, snorting. "To hell with this, might as well try and have some fun instead."

One thing Hal had secretly been happy about regarding his wife's transfer to night shift was something that was a secret for a good reason, and he was just about ready to start looking.

"Let's see," he said to himself. "Personals . . . casual encounters . . . male with male."

Reaching the desired page, Hal narrowed his search parameters. No one over 35, no one with any drug addictions or diseases. Body type? Fit and attractive. Species was negotiable.

"Maybe this one will work," said the hyena, always reading the ads aloud to himself. "Wanted, discreet male FWB, you must host, no drama, versatile." Hal went to see if there was a photo or number, but there was only an email address.

"Pass," he said, growling.

Several more postings were read, but all were dismissed. The hyena could be very picky, wanting to make sure he found the right body type, right personality, and there was always the risk that he would run into a scammer, or even worse, a real psycho. The search went on and on, until one had his full attention.

"Here we go," he said, feeling his heart rate speed up. "Twenty-one, versatile, discrete male looking for versatile male. You must host, no drama, looking for regular, must be DDF, sane and clean. Oh, damn!"

Hal scrolled down the posting seeing a picture of a naked, muscular lion who had obviously taken a picture of himself in the mirror, with his head cropped off, most likely to maintain his anonymity. He just had to send a response to the text number that was listed.

Trying to calm his paw pads down, he sent the guy a message, then waited, and waited, and waited . . .

DING!

Hal looked at the screen of his phone, seeing it read. "Hey, you looking?"

"Yes," Hal responded.

"What you into?" it sent back.

"Whatever, versatile like you," the hyena sent back.

"You clean?"

"Yeah."

"You got photos? That'd help."

Hal fiddled with his phone, trying to find the naked pictures of himself. He selected four, one a full body, two a close up of his cock when hard, three a picture of his ass, and the fourth another shot of his cock. Selecting the four, he pressed the "SEND" button, seeing the phone take it's time sending the large file of info. Hal waited and waited, knowing that this would either make or break his chances. He stared at the blank, black screen.

DING!

Hal's heart raced when he read. "HOT! Where U at?"

Hal sent the lion his address, asking him to hurry, that he was horny as hell and looking for some male company. The lion sent a final text say:ing that he would be there in fifteen minutes. Hal looked at his phone, it was 8:15 P.M., and Hal kept watch, waiting for 8:30 to show up on the clock.

Twenty-five minutes went by, and Hal was growing very impatient. He was the type that always kept appointments and expected everyone else to do the same. He thought about sending another text to the lion, but didn't want to piss him off. There were far too many nights the hyena had searched in vain for anyone to fool around with, only to turn up empty and having to jerk off in the shower. He snorted, wanting the lion to show up.

RING!

Hal, jumped up from the loveseat, but kept himself under control. It was always nerve-wracking meeting new people, but it was something he had to go through. Unlocking the many bolts and latches on the door, he opened it, seeing a large lion standing out in the hallway.

"Hey," said the lion, smiling slightly.

"Come in," said Hal, ushering him in before closing the door. The lion had a jacket on that was soaked in rain from the outdoors. Hal took it, placing it on one of the kitchen chairs before returning to sit down and have a chat with the lion.

"So," said the hyena, sitting down on a chair. "What's your name? I'm Hal."

"Lennox," said the lion, who had chosen to sit on the loveseat previously occupied by Hal.

"You do this much?" Hal asked.

"Not much, truth is I'm kind of new to the game."

Hal nodded. "That's okay. We all had to start at one point,"

"Yeah," said Lennox, stretching his arms out.

"You married? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

"Single right now," said the lion. "You?"

"Married. She's at work right now, but we've got plenty of time."

"Could we get started now?" asked Lennox casually.

"Sure," said Hal. "Bedroom's this way."

Hal and Lennox got into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Lennox looked slightly nervous being alone in a room with another guy, but Hal knew what to do.

"Hey," he said, opening the drawer on his nightstand. "You ever try poppers?"

"No," said Lennox, staring at the small brown bottle. "What are they?"

"It's a chemical you huff in. It's not addictive, doesn't show up on a drug test, and makes you feel nice and horny."

"Oh," said the lion. "Can I try?"

"By all means," said Hal, handing him the bottle.

Lennox unscrewed the lid, and was warned not to spill the liquid as it could burn the flesh. He took a quick sniff of it, noticing it's strong chemical scent. Hal told him to place a single nostril on the top and breathe deeply. Following the hyena's advice, Lennox plugged his left nostril, placing the right one on top of the bottle. Breathing in deeply, he lifted up his head. Hal could see the change in the lion within thirty seconds. His eyes grew wide, and he looked Hal over.

"Could you take off your clothes," asked Lennox.

"How about we both do that? That's always my preference, anyway."

Lennox and Hal eschewed their clothing, tossing it to the bedroom floor. Staring at each other from opposites ends of the bed, Hal pulled on his cock, watching the lion take another hit from the bottle.

"Whadda ya want to do?" he asked.

"Man," said Lennox, his head swimming from the effects of the poppers. "I really wanna suck your dick."

"We can do that," said Hal, lying down on the bed. Lennox, taller and bulkier than the hyena, made the bed creek and squeak as he put his weight on it. Hal watched the long, brownish red mane of the lion touch his thighs and crotch as Lennox went down on him. Hal leaned his head back from the lion's touch, then took the bottle from his paws and did a hit himself. Between the sensation of being sucked off and the poppers, Hal was losing it. He breathed deeply, wanting the lion to suck harder on him.

"Dude," said Hal. "Can you go harder?"

Lennox took possession of the bottle again, breathing in a massive hit. "Yeah, sure," he said, going back to work.

It was at this time that Hal pulled out of the lion's mouth, much to Lennox's surprise, but the hyena smiled at him, wanting something more.

"You bottom?" asked Hal, grinning.

"Yeah, I can," he said, lying on his back. "You clean?"

"Yeah, so can I bareback?"

"Sure," agreed the lion, spreading his legs apart.

Hal gained his bearings, taking his cock in paw as he guided it into the lion's ass. The effects of the poppers was such that Lennox was good and relaxed, not feeling the slightest discomfort from being penetrated anally. Hal thrust his dick to the hilt, feeling the lion's tight entrance. If Lennox bottomed, clearly it wasn't often. Both of the beasts traded the brown bottle back and forth, wanting to stay as horny and as high as possible during their encounter.

"Oh, god, fuck me, man!" begged Lennox.

Hal fucked the lion hard, not realizing or perhaps not caring that his neighbors in the apartment below could probably hear him. The total abandonment of caring about anything, marriage, jobs, rent, life, was overtaking Hal, as he wanted nothing more than to shoot his seed into the lion. He gripped the lion's sides hard, feeling his muscular body as he pounded his ass. Lennox snarled from the sheer pleasure, wanting Hal to fill him up.

"Oh . . . FUCK!" yelled the hyena.

With his hardest thrust, Hal shoved his entire cock into the lion, shooting his load into him. Lennox purred as he felt the hyena semen saturate his tail hole before it travel out once more onto the matress. Hal, still inside the lion, fell face forward onto Lennox's chest.

"Damn," said Hal, "that was great!"

"Thanks," said Lennox, panting hard.

"Could you go for another round?" asked Hal.

"Actually," said Lennox, looking at the clock on the wall. "I'm gonna be late for work, so I have to get going."

"Okay," said Hal, pulling out of him as they both got off the bed and put their clothes back on. Hal had done this many times before, and knew most guys he met would be a one time deal, never seeing them again, but he hoped this wouldn't be the case with Lennox.

"Hey, you've got my number right?"

"Yeah," said Lennox, heading out the bedroom door with Hal right behind him.

"You wanna come over again?" asked the hyena.

"Fuck yeah," said Lennox, unlocking the door. "I wanna try some more of that popper shit!"

Hal grinned, opening the door for Lennox and telling him goodbye before he shut the door.

Helena was busy doing her rounds at the E.R. It had been a busy night. There was a big shootout at one of the housing projects over a drug deal dispute. Several of the nurses were out sick from a flu bug that had been going around the hospital. It was a madhouse alright.

"Nurse Jones," said Helena, "I need you to go check on the gunshot victim down the hall."

"Yes, ma'am," said Nurse Jones, a white tigress.

Helena was busy walking down the hall, when she felt someone bump into her.

"Excuse me," said the figure, quickly walking away from her.

Helena didn't think much of it; she was always running into other beasts in a crowded E.R., but something was different. She stopped in the hall, her head turning around to catch a glimpse of the figure walking down the hall. At this point, Nurse Jones, the white tigress noticed Helena simply standing in the hall, looking down at the retreating figure.

"What's wrong?" asked the tigress.

"Oh, nothing," said Helena. "That lion bumped into me."

"Oh," said Nurse Jones, seeing the lion right before he turned the corner. "Is there something strange about how he bumped into you?"

"No," said Helena, still puzzled at the incident.

"Then what?" asked the tigress.

"It's just . . . I thought I smelled my husband Hal when he walked by."