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The dreams begins with me being lost in the African Savanna. I’m dressed like a modern explorer, complete with tactical gear and in olive and tan clothes, similar to the main character from the film “The Dead”. I take a seat on a rock, eager to rest. Just behind me sits a patch of bushes. As I take a drink from my canteen, I hear the bushes rustling. I look back, over my shoulder, and I’m surprised when an anthropomorphic hyena girl in African tribal clothes emerges. She’s only feet away from me. I jump up, and swiftly turn to face her, watching her crawl out from her hiding place. She’s an intriguing character, and I admit my physical attraction to her.

Her clothes are actually a little more concealing than those worn in certain, real African tribes that I’ve researched in the past, for cultural tidbits for other stories. She has a chest covering made out of animal hide, which hangs on one shoulder, and an oversized loin cloth. The hyena girl approaches me and produces a spear. I turn my body and rest my hand on a holstered pistol. I try to greet her. She cocks her head and steps closer on her large, pawlike feet. I scan her body with my eyes, admiring her; I cannot help myself.

She’s a shapely creature, with an obviously feminine form; wide hips, a slender waist, tones arms and legs, with perfectly formed, D-cup breasts. I admit to being taken by her looks, and her wonderful figure. She steps closer, remaining silent, so I try greeting her again. I don’t recall what I said.

“You, man.” She says, cocking her head the other way and flashing a sinister smile.

“So far.” I quipped, trying to quell the tension within me.

“Good.”

She approaches me, spear in hand, and stands before me. She swiftly reaches out, so I step back, startled by her sudden motion. I’m not sure what she’s doing, but I’m hesitant to trust someone whose name I don’t even know.

“Be still, human. I not hurt you.” She coos.

I take my hand away from my pistol, which she seems to notice. Her eyes shift from my face, to my hips, and then back to my face. She smiles even wider, with a warmth that somehow feels forced; I can tell that she desperately wants me to be at ease, and isn’t sure how to make that happen.

“I like man.” She speaks with a thick accent.

“I bet.”

She strokes my cheek softly with her clawed fingers, trying not to scratch me with her sharp, black nails. Though unnerved by her forwardness, I appreciate her sentiment, and her care. Suddenly, however, she then abruptly pulls me in.

“Woah! What happened to a second date?!” I jest, growing more uncomfortable.

The hyena girl ignores me, leaning in and giving me a rough and thorough kiss. I can feel her tongue in my mouth, and while she is a talented kisser, it still bothers me; I never asked for any of this. Her arms pull tightly and I feel like this is taking a very specific turn. She drops her spear, using that arm to hold me against her body, pushing my chest into her ample breasts, while her other hand reaches down and grabs my groin. I push her away, and she finally realizes that I’m not actually eager to have sex with her.

“Not want to mate?!” She asks in shock.

“I don’t even know you!” I reply.

“That matter?!” She chuckles.

“It does to me...” I murmur.

“That cute.” She coos.

Stepping closer, she’s soon as close to me as she was before I pushed her away.

“Come, human. You know me well, soon.” She growls with lust.

Her meaning is obvious. However, as if I was unaware, she unties and drops her loin cloth. I impulsively turn my eyes toward her womanhood. I don’t get a good look, however, as I’m already backing away. While I’m still looking down, she moves with startling speed, leaping upon me in a matter of moments. Pushing me to the ground, I fall into a tall patch of grass behind me. Straddling my pelvis, I can feel her pressing against me, grinding her vagina into my pants. Her clawed hand grasps my shirt and yanks, tearing the fabric and exposing my pale skin to the searing heat of the day. With a hand pressing into my chest, she fumbles with my pistol belt with her other. It’s obvious that she wants to disrobe and rape me.

Leaning in, she growls and I can feel a dampness growing over my crotch; her vagina seeps fluids, which her rocking hips rub into my pants. She smooshes her large, still covered breasts into my chest and licks my neck. I feel myself growing aroused. I want her, but I also don’t. I don’t like having sex with people I don’t already like, or at least know to some extent; wanton sex is one of the problems that I see with society as a whole, and certain communities within it. The hyena girl takes a hand and pulls something near her shoulder, allowing her to then simply pull away her top; her exposed breasts now rest on my flesh. It feels good, her soft fur and warm nipples.

I still resist her, however. With some struggling, she seems to think that I’m trying to dominate her, and so she gives me a little leeway. I roll us over and pin her down.

“Good human.” She coos.

I rise to my feet and step back, barely controlling my natural urges to breed her brains out. If I knew who she was, maybe this would be unfolding differently, but at that moment the dream unfolds more like a nightmare, and I feel genuine worry that I’m in real trouble. I quickly dart away, only for her to growl with anger, roll onto her hands and knees, and swiftly give chase. I can hear her feet stomping into the dirt, the tall grasses brushing against her naked form. After running for what seems like only moments, I race into a patch of jungle, and the scenery suddenly changes.

Now, instead of African Savanna, it looks more like the Congo. The lush jungle provides ample hiding places, and with what little distance I have, I manage to lose my pursuer and hide just beyond her view. The hyena girl pauses, her eyes scanning the jungle as she searches for me. She is clearly meant to be a Voeldahn, the name of the stock anthro race in my primary universe, where the majority of my stories take place. Anyone who’s read more than two stories (erotic or otherwise) probably knows that the Voeldahn are physically equal to humans; they don’t have enhanced senses like animals do.

Without a strong sense of smell, hearing or binocular vision, she is left to look around for me like any other human would. Concealing myself, she doesn’t find me, and soon walks away. Her feet thud on the ground, growing fainter as she creates a distance between us. I quietly breathe a sigh of relief. As I’m hiding in the brush, I hear rustling behind me and my heart sinks. I look over my shoulder as a second Voeldahn woman emerges. Unlike the hyena girl, who is entirely realistic in her colorations, this is a tigress with white fur and ice blue stripes.

She wears a similar but somehow more primitive outfit, and her loin cloth has a disturbing decoration; an adult, human skull with gemstones jammed into the eye sockets has a spike rammed through the rear of the skull, acting like a handle. She ties the loose, elongated ends of her loin cloth to the rod protruding through the skull, which sits at her groin like a perverse ornament. Her chest wrap is also decorated with ochre tribal artwork, which only serves to accentuate her perfectly formed, C-cup breasts. Her form is equally alluring, with a slender but simultaneously voluptuous figure. She’s statuesque in her feminine beauty.

She stares at me with icy blue eyes as she steps closer, a headdress worn like a crown. Its body consists of small bones, like those from human fingers, and it’s decorated with long feathers and dyed hair that are a two-tone Corvette red and cobalt blue. Holding a stone dagger in her hand, I believe that she’s readying to kill me with it, so I rest my hand on my pistol. However, I hesitate to harm the female, waiting for her to lunge at me first, regardless of how tactically unsound that is. Instead of attacking me, however, she sheaths the stone dagger into a pouch tied to the right side of her loin cloth. With her lips curling into a little grin and her tail swaying, her hips shift so elegantly as she approaches me with her pawlike feet.

“Human.” She greets me.

“Hi... Is this your jungle?”

“My tribe here, yes.” She nods.

“Well, I’m just... Resting.” I explain.

“Hm...” Her grin grows wider and more sinister as her cold eyes scan my form. “Human attractive.” She coos.

My heart sinks. stepping even closer, she rests a hand atop the skull. Holding it in place, she uses her other hands to casually untie the cordage of her loin cloth from the rod at the back. Her thumb and index finger almost taunt me as she pulls the cordage, and within seconds, the skull falls to the ground with a hollow ‘thunk’. I close my eyes for a moment, feeling the hopelessness returning as I realize that her plans for me are identical to the hyena’s, whose footfalls I can now hear approaching us.

Opening my eyes, the tigress drops her top; she’d untied it while my eyes were closed. I stare at her magnificent breasts. Where we even remotely close - friends who’d just entered a first-name basis - I’d enjoy every inch of her body, and quite willingly. As-is, however, I feel more like an object, a toy for her amusement. It’s not a pleasant feeling, being thought of as a thing and not a person.

“You stay, human.” The tigress growls.

I slump back against a tree, my spirit breaking. Again, I consider simply shooting her, but then I think back to all of my incessant “don’t treat women like that; they’re different” rhetoric that my family has bore into my brain, and I can’t bring myself to kill her. I rationalize it by thinking that no matter what she does to me or how she uses my body, I’m not going to be killed, at least not that I know of, so why be so drastic? That train of thought is insane, and I can’t believe it even runs through my head, but it does; I never draw my gun.

The tigress steps closer, reaching out a hand to stroke my face in a fashion identical to the hyena girl’s attempts. Suddenly, the bushes rustle beside us. Turning our heads, the hyena girl emerges, still naked and still eager. She sees me and grins lustfully, only for her expression to change as soon as she sees the tigress. The two females stare at each other, then glance back at me. They never speak a word, but I can tell from their facial expressions, which are much like the Khajiit characters from ESO, and their body language, that they’re coming to an agreement.

Suddenly, both women turn toward me, and each girl takes a side. The hyena girl rubs my crotch for a moment, feeling my genitals through my pants while the tigress kisses my neck. I grow aroused again. The tigress then takes a turn, feeling my erection before removing my pistol belt as if she’d done it before. The two women then pull me away from the tree and quite violently shove me into the ground, lying me on my back as they hold me down and straddle me. It seems that the hyena girl is going to go first.

“Good human.” They growl and purr with lust.

Resigning myself to being raped, I feel a sense of dread and hopelessness, which is reminiscent to the hopelessness you feel when thoroughly depressed. It’s the “what’s the point of any of this?” feeling that creeps in. Just as they expose my manhood to the open air, I feel something else that bothers me; as much as I dislike what they’re doing, I consider turning the tables and actually dominating and having sex with them, even though they’re strangers. I’m not disgusted with myself. Just as they’re about to start their more severe molestations, I’m suddenly awakened by my alarm.