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Pyrow sighed. This bar seemed like it might be a bust.

The European trimmings were neat, but the place was a ghost town. The places he looked for had at least some action even this early in the day. It being located in a seedy part of town might have something to do with the low traffic -- that and the clear retrofitting that'd been done. There was barely room for the booths and bar itself -- all the games were stuffed in a corner, and there wasn't really a dance floor. He gave it points for cleanliness, but there was a distinct underlying odor.

That probably came from the exclusively hyena staff, however.

The sergal-phoenix hybrid took another sip of his mimosa. He'd seen at least one or two others besides the one that'd served him with the platinum-blonde locks done up like Marilyn Monroe. They were the only people here besides him, though he didn't see them when he looked up. Creaking of floorboards and the shuffling of feet and dishware were the main signs they were still here.

They'd given Pyrow some curious looks, but he was here by himself at an odd, early hour, after all. And given the rough neighborhood, he was on the fence about getting chatty. The sergix knew the risks that came with the sorts of hole-in-the-wall places he liked to go. That's why he was scouting it out while there was still light. The lack of clientele meant one of a few things: the bar wasn't very popular; the whole place was a front for the mob; or the bar food just wasn't worth coming early for.

Though the smell coming from the kitchen made him doubt that last part. Pyrow idly twirled the mimosa and considered getting up yet again. Whatever they were cooking back there mostly masked the yeen-musk that'd been baked into the place -- surely that was a good sign? If nothing else, he could get something to eat before he checked a few other spots he'd heard good things about.

Ripples in the bright orange of his glass alerted him to new company. The sergix looked up to see one of the other hyenas slipping into the booth next to him with a big grin.

"Heya," the yeen said, scooting close enough that he felt the give in the booth cushion. "I'm on mah break. Hope yuh don't mind if I sit next ta yah."

The hybrid sergal-phoenix eyed her for a moment or two before nodding. "Yeah, sure."

"Sweet."

She went onto her phone, pulling an earbud case from her exposed cleavage. Pyrow watched -- a little wary -- as she popped them in and began to bob her head to the beat. His stares were seemingly unnoticed. It was a different hyena than the one that'd served him, but her outfit was just as revealing and just as off-theme with the bar's atmosphere. The ratty jean-shorts, tight, low-cut top, and baseball cap all spoke more to the location of the bar rather than some English countryside.

The hyena's head wasn't the only thing bouncing to; it was impossible to read the nametag pinned to her generous chest. The ripples in the hybrid's drink grew violent again as she started to hum. He didn't realize she was sliding closer or how big she was until he could feel her fur brushing against his leg. It was less soft than the fabric she pulled him into when she slung an arm around him.

"Sorry, just -- ahh, gittin' comfortable," the yeen sighed, leaning against him. She gave a smiling side-eye at the slight jerk of his mimosa hand as he adjusted.

"Here --" she said, popping out one of the earbuds, "ya want one? We can just --"

The glass shook again when another hyena slammed her hands on the table.

"Buzz off, Shay, he's mine," the newcomer said. Pyrow could barely see her past the sideboob in his face, but he recognized the voice of the one that'd served him. Her platinum curls caught the light as they bounced.

"I'm jus on break!" Shay said, squeezing him a little tighter. "I'm just chilling. Ya don't have a problem with that, right dude?"

Her chest ballooned as she asked, and Pyrow could feel her pulling him tighter into it quite purposefully.

"Sure, as long as you let me breathe," he said; Shay's victorious cackle made him jump despite himself.

"See? Toldja Margo!" she said, slackening her hold and ruffling the feathers on his head. Margo growled, then hopped up into the same side of the booth.

"Just because you have bigger tits doesn't mean you get to --"

"What're you two yelling about now?"

The booming voice nearly made Pyrow spill his drink. Two more yeens -- these ones even bigger than Shay -- stood at the end of the table. The bigger one was looking at Shay and Margo with a snarl.

"Great, it's the big bitch brigade!" Margo said; the big one in spandex snorted.

"I'll sit on you, twerp."

Pyrow's dick twitched in his pants. Fortunately, the anthros' attention was entirely somewhere else -- at least until the other big one with a handkerchief in her hair cleared her throat.

"Hey, sergal-bird? Hybrid?" she asked over the others' growling and bickering. "Are we bothering you now? Really?"

There was something calming about her demeanor. She was a little smaller than the snarling big yeen, but still pleasantly plump. Her curls and handkerchief made her smile almost motherly.

"Nah, not really," he sighed. "Mimosa's good, by the way."

Pyrow felt Shay's heat recede a little as he took another drink. The orangey smell granted him a brief reprieve from the yeens' musk -- it was no wonder the whole place had a funk to it.

"Why're you here?"

He looked up at the curly-haired one again, a little surprised. He swirled the champagne glass in his hand

"To drink? Do I need another reason?"

The hyena's gentle expression grew a little harsh with a huff. "You're drinkin' alone onna weekday, and you've barely said a word. Something's up."

"That and there's no one else for these two to bicker over..." the one in spandex added, shooting a glare at Shay and Margo. The latter huffed, while the former wrapped an arm around Pyrow again and pulled him back into her soft side.

"I got him first," she teased.

"And I served him!" Margo growled.

The two of them continued to go back and forth while the spandex one -- Roxxi, he caught -- grew louder as she waded in to their disagreement. Mercifully, Shay let Pyrow slip away from her tit as she gestured widely. It gave him a chance to think.

The one with the handkerchief -- Aja -- gave him a few curious looks between interjections into the now fourway 'discussion.' He got the feeling that even if he could find a way to slip around the two that'd boxed him in, they wouldn't let him leave without a little chat. The sergix sighed and downed the rest of his mimosa in one go as he made his choice; apparently, his throaty gulp caught the yeens' attention. All their eyes were on him.

"I was wondering where all the action was around here," he said. "I heard this was a good spot, but I guess I came too early."

Margo huffed. "You're drinking a mid-day mimosa and you're looking for 'action?'" she asked. "The book club is down the street, feathers!"

Characteristic cackling filled the bar as her coworkers cracked up. The sergix fought a slight blush and straightened up in his seat. He pushed against Shay with an indignant noise.

"I-I didn't want to scare anyone here!" he said. "Mimosas are a -- a socially acceptable day drink!"

"Maybe fer a zumba club! Or-or some fancy place downtown!"

"You still gave me one, didn't you?" he asked above the laughter. "What kinda dump is this, anyway? Going for the feel of the Scottish Moors?"

Aja and Margo stopped, looking at him curiously while Shay and Roxxi wiped at tears.

"You know... completely empty?"

The jab sent Shay into another fit of laughter. She pulled him into her breast with a shoulder grab that was half headlock. "He'sa spicy little cheese-head!" she said. "I dunno, girls, we might wanna back off..."

Pyrow slipped out from her grip after a chuckle-filled struggle. He shook his head a little and squared his shoulders; Shay wasn't too much bigger than him. Aja and Roxxi were -- by a lot -- but it was just the two smaller ones that seemed to like razzing him.

"You don't know the half of it," he said. "If you weren't on the clock and we were someplace with some actual room, I'd show you!"

Shay's ears flicked. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I was hoping to find somewhere to strut my stuff..."

The other hyenas quieted down as the sergix delved into his exploits at the club. A combination of defiance and alcohol loosened his tongue; he went into a bit more detail than he probably should have with strangers. But the reaction to his tales of toying with other partygoers was surprisingly positive. Shay he could see going out to clubs, but evidently the other three were also into the scene.

"You know, we do sometimes get pretty lil things comin' in," Margo said, now leaning over the table to meet his eye. "Maybe we--"

Roxxi smacked the platinum haired hard enough to get a growl and a glare. The spandex-clad yeen said something under her breath as the two exchanged looks; she nodded over to Aja. Her curly hair bounced when she nodded in turn and slid into the opposite side of the booth. She fixed Pyrow with her purple eyes when she came to a stop across from him.

"...What? Worried I'm not gonna pay my tab?" the sergix asked as she sized him up. Aja showed a hint of teeth in her smile. She reached across and grabbed his hand, thumbs caressing the back of his palm.

"Oh, nah. I don't think that'll be a problem," she said in a rich voice. Roxxi was off with a subtle nod as Aja withdrew her paws. "Is there anything else you wanted on it, though? You're looking hungry."

"Just fries, I guess," the sergix said cautiously. The yeens dug in with him when Margo brought a huge plate of them to the table, oblivious to the tension. They were more confident about whatever was going on behind the scenes than he was. The fries were barely halfway gone when heavy footsteps announced Roxxi's return. Her bust practically swept the table clean when she leaned over it from the end, grinning down at Pyrow.

"Okay, cheese-head, we got an offer for you," she said. "We got a special 'club' for adventurous customers, ones that want a lotta action."

A wave of warm breath washed over the sergix as she huffed.

"Assumin' you ain't all talk, you seem the type."

Pyrow darted up and pecked the looming hyena on the nose. "Bring it on."

Roxxi's grin grew wide as her sisters cackled around her. "Oooh, initiation with you's gonna be fun," she said, standing back up straight.

"Wait -- initiation?" the sergix asked, watching the others slip out of the booth. "What's that involve?"

"We can't tell ya. It's a secret," Shay said.

"Call it a test of stamina," Margo added. Roxxi stood tall among the others, her hands on her hips as the chuckles died down.

"Trust me; you'll enjoy it almost as much as we will..."

A shiver ran down Pyrow's spine. He made an effort to not look overly eager when he left the booth.

"Margo, you an' Aja get the others," Roxxi said as he stood, "me n' Shay will prep 'im."

"Prep me?" Pyrow repeated.

Shay smiled and fiddled with the gaiter around her neck. "Like I said, issa secret."

She popped it over her head, somehow leaving her cap in place.

"So you gotta put this on," she said, presenting the cloth to Pyrow. He took it loosely and slipped it over his head. Folds of the stretchy fabric pooled around his neck, meant for someone much bigger.

"Not like that, silly," Shay chided. Pyrow reached up on instinct when she grabbed the gaiter and pulled it up over his eyes, pulling at the loose length to try and get it to stay in place over his eyes. Roxxi laughed as Shay struggled with the sergix's snout and horns.

"Blindfold is parta the initiation, Shay," she said, "don't fuck it up!"

"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'!"

She pulled Pyrow out from the booth when it was mostly secure and carefully guided him across the floor.

"There, fucking finally..." she muttered. "We're gonna take a lil' walk, then we'll start."

The hybrid tried to keep his nerves to a minimum. The yeens' footsteps weren't loud persay, but he could feel them through the floor. Not surprising with how enormously huge they were. It seemed like they were going through some tight hallway when he was sandwiched between their shifting hips -- he could hear their clothes scraping against the walls. He managed to keep his growing excitement to himself. Being too eager may give them the wrong idea.

"Stairs here," Roxxi said when they stopped. She turned him with a rough paw, shoving his foot to the edge. Pyrow cautiously felt it with his paw, trying to gauge how far down the next was. A softer hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"Don't worry 'bout it," Shay said. "I'll make sure ya don't crack ya head."

Pyrow let Shay guide him down into the basement, grateful for the gesture on the old stairs. The smell of musk grew even stronger; he could barely hear whispers and shuffling as the hyena guided him to a chair after they reached the bottom. The background noises went quiet a few moments after Roxxi was down the creaking staircase.

"Alright, you can take that off now. We gonna start," Shay said.

The sergix pulled the gaiter down, unable to hide a slight shake of his fingers; the overhead light made it hard to see anything past her.

"So, what n--"

Shay jumped before Pyrow finished. His words changed to a loud grunt and then a hollow groan when hundreds of pounds of yeen landed in his lap. Her weight tipped the chair back, but strong hands kept it from falling over. The hybrid groaned into her shirt while laughter bubbled from around the room. He could feel Shay's on his face, her chest practically wrapping around his head.

"You alive, little dude?" she asked, running her hands along his arms. "No cracked bones?"

A woozy 'Mhm' drew more laughter. Shay leaned back, uncovering the sergix's eyes. She chuckled as the rest of his snout remained buried in her cleavage. Pleasure was written on Pyrow's unburied features. He couldn't decide where to put his hands, his arms naturally resting on her hips, but her bountiful bosom encroached on his face even with her giving him room.

Not that he minded, of course. A groan escaped him as he reached up and squished the twin pillows against his face. "You were scaring me for this?" he managed.

"Oh no, I'm just easin' ya in," Shay replied. "Lotta the girls are bigger than me, an' we play rough, son!"

Pyrow hummed in anticipation. His hips twitched and he squeezed her shirt hard, getting just a little flicker of tension back.

"Now, the other thing is the smell. We girls're proud of our scent, but -- well, I hope it ain't to strong for ya cheese-nose."

Pyrow had just enough time to be mildly insulted by 'cheese-nose' before Shay yanked the hem of her shirt over his head in one quick motion, engulfing him in a musk-filled sauna. Her fur-covered hills were huge and bare, so soft that his continued pushing seemed to do nothing. His muffled cries were drowned by cackling and jeers. The hyena giggled when he began struggling harder at a squeeze of her bust.

"Oh, go on. Feels good," she purred. "An' when ya outta breath, that first wiff'll make your head spin..."

Pyrow's legs began kicking under her. He struggled to do anything to break away, her massive tits too heavy and soft to move, her shirt entangling his arms if he tried to push elsewhere. His skin grew flush and his mind white as his air dwindled and his arousal skyrocketed. Shay's warmth and weight settled into his bones as things started to go black -- and then she let her tits sway.

The first breath of musk did make his head spin. The yeen chuckled as Pyrow began panting between her breasts, gripping them tight.

"What I tell ya?" she said; the hybrid groaned as she began to shift in his lap. His struggles became sluggish as her whole essence seemed to seep into his body. The heat, the fur, the stink -- it tired him more than he'd expected. He barely recognized the sensations growing down below with every stroke of her hips. But Shay certainly did.

"Oh, he was just dyin' for this!" she said, bouncing slightly on his lap. Bursts of pleasure shocked Pyrow back to full consciousness. Shay rubbed her tits soothingly against his face as he grunted, trying to take control himself.

"Don't fight it, cheese-head," she said, squeezing a muffled hum from him. "It's gonna be your job."

His half-hearted struggles stopped, her words cutting through the symphony of sensations.

"If ya pass initiation, you gonna be our fuck toy."

The shock that ran through Pyrow actually made the big yeen bounce. Shay threw her head back with a cackle; his hips shook weakly beneath her while he panted quietly in the confines of her shirt.

"What? What'd he do?" one of the others asked.

"He busted," Shay replied, feeling the warm patch pulsing in his pants. Pyrow was too lost in musk and dopamine to care about the muffled insults and disappointments. One voice rose above the others.

"He ain't gonna last, no way he'll last! You were barely on 'im at all! Lil' pussy-ass punk wouldn't be worth it."

"Well fuck Kris, I think I gotta nice rack," Shay said, bobbling it around the hybrid’s head, "you sayin' they ain't good enough to make 'im cream quick?"

"You were on 'im a minute! That's too fucking quick!"

"It was his first time huffing scent, though," Aja said from somewhere. "It ain't for the faint of heart."

"I don't care! Fucker's gotta learn to last longer!"

"Well, give him some time!" Another voice said, this one new and softer. "Aja said it was his first time. You can't expect him to last forever!"

Pyrow began to regain himself as the air filled with bickering. Murmurs were punctuated with shouts and yips as what felt like hundreds of yeens argued about what they should do. Shay stayed silent -- even when he began to grope her again. Roxxi's deep voice cut through the rest.

"Nah, I think Kris' right. He's gotta learn to last if he wants to be our bitch boy."

Heavy footsteps made Shay's bust bounce around the hybrid's head.

"I say until he can get it hard again, he gets punished."

Pyrow could feel the towering hyena's presence somewhere behind him. He nuzzled and pushed at Shay's breasts, trying to get a word in.

"I-I just wasn't -- expecting so much," he managed, "I promise I'm usually --"

Roxxi shushed him and pressed him down into Shay's chest with a single, huge thumb.

"What you thinkin'?" She asked after a moment, ignoring his continued attempts at speaking.

"The usual."

Kris blew a raspberry. "You think he'll make it through that? No way!"

"You on cleaning duty for a month if he does," Roxxi grunted.

"Deal."

There was a pause before Roxxi spoke again, this time projecting to the whole room.

"Alright girls, you know the deal!"

The whole room began to shift at her words. Pyrow gasped as Shay lifted off of him, letting him sputter in the light as he slipped from beneath her shirt. He barely had a breath of fresh air before someone plucked him from the chair and tucked him under their arm like a football. He was tossed into the lap of a particularly large and plump yeen sitting in a chair sized for her, her pillowy thighs cushioning his landing with ease. Her tone and kind smile outed her as the soft voice from before.

"Hi, I'm Rae," she said, clamping an arm onto his back. "This might hurt a bit, but you can do it! Here, bite on this --"

The haft of a wooden spoon was shoved in his mouth before he could process it. When he did and was about to speak, his pants were yanked down and a wave of hot pain spread over his ass. Pyrow yelped as the smack rang out; the yeens around him laughed. Rae was notably quiet as the spanking continued and the sergix shifted around in her lap from the impact of some of the slaps. His continued attempts at speaking were interrupted by paws of all sizes, quickly turning the his rear as red as his feathers. The hyenas cackled when his girlish yelps and sounds turned into moans of pleasure.

"Sounds like someone's ready to be bitch boy," one of the yeens said. Pyrow didn't recognize the paw that gripped his chin, nor the fierce face that leered at him. "I heard ya thought you were hot shit, bird boy. That was all talk, huh? You just a plaything?"

"Y-yes, please..."

The room again filled with laughter, even Rae joining in as her grip slackened. She pulled him to a more upright position in her lap that let him get a clear view of the room for the first time. It was a dimly-lit basement, light streaming in through a few low-set windows, and a single bulb working hard near the center. Mismatched furniture was scattered about. There was carpet, but the walls made the place look unfinished.

And the whole thing was filled with hyenas of all sorts and sizes. Pyrow could count at least six from where he was on Rae's lap, all of them female. They looked at him with a mix of expressions; Shay and Margo were amused and eager; a muscular one and a skinny one seemed indifferent; and Kris and Roxxi wore mean-looking grins, teeth showing just slightly.

"I think he's had enough of a break," the latter mused, crossing her arms over her bust. "Why don't we go back ta gettin' him used to yeen musk, eh?"

Nods and murmured agreements rippled around the room, followed by more giggles as the sergix's enthusiasm became obvious.

"Hey, he hasn't met all a us," the muscular one said. "Shouldn't we introduce ourselves? If he's gonna work here he's gotta know our names."

"Good point, Vivi," Roxxi replied; her eyes narrowed with glee as she leaned down. "Very good point."

The predatory looming filled Pyrow with a primal fear that was only overshadowed by lust. Roxxi stood straight after a moment and took a step back, pointing to the stick-like yeen in tights and long-sleeved gloves.

"Sammi, you go get the others. Tell'em we're 'acquainting' a new member with each a us. Have 'em rotate in 'n out if they need ta."

The spindly hyena nodded before going off, her neutral expression not changing.

"Put 'im on the stool unless ya want us to pick him up every time," Roxxi said to Rae. "I'll let you go first."

Rae hesitated, but adjusted her grip on the hybrid and stood. The shift in position reminded Pyrow how exposed he was -- he could feel his stiff member bob and sway with her strides. A hint of blush came to his face as Rae brought him to a stool near the center of the room. It'd been so long since he'd been on this side of a game.

"S-so, I'm gonna do all of you?" he asked; Roxxi snorted at his swishing tail.

"Not yet, cheese-head," she said, crossing her arms against her spandex-bound chest. "You gotta meet us first. And we gotta see how quick you get used to huffin' musk."

The sergix's eyes went wide. He looked at the tawny women around him, now in various states of undress. Even on the tall stool, he was barely chest-high on most of them. That overwhelming sensation from before returned -- was it always this fun being the sub?

"He seems ready," Roxxi chuckled, looking at his bobbing member. "Rae, start him off."

Pyrow turned to the plump yeen just as she scooped his head up in a palm, pulling his face into her armpit with a slight giggle. The hybrid spluttered and grabbed at her, feeling his hands sink into plush fur and fat. She shivered at the squeezes and shoves her breast received.

"Jus take a deep breath, Pyrow," she said. "One deep breath for each of us. Getta know our scents."

Rae let out a soft "oh!" when the sergix grabbed at her shoulder and burrowed his face in her pit. She giggled at the wiggling of his wedge-shaped snout as he tried to lodge himself deeper, seeking the strongest patch of her scent. His legs clumsily wrapped around her thigh and hip to keep himself close.

"Aww, what a sweet lil thing," Rae cooed. Pyrow's head was free for a moment before a heavy pressure spread down his back, squeezing him into the soft, sizable yeen's side. His muffled moan of pleasure went unnoticed as Rae settled him into the one-armed hug. His cock dug into her hip when she cupped his entire ass with one paw.

"There, baby," she said, squeezing his tail between her fingers, "you're all nice n' snug. Now gimmie a nice, deep breath."

Pyrow basked in the full-body hold for a few moments, appreciating how good it felt. She was practically covering his entire upper half with just one arm! After a little kneading of her curves and strained rocks of his hips, the sergix gave in to the hints of scent that'd been tickling at his nose the whole time. He filled his lungs with a quick inhale -- and immediately started to splutter and cough. He wasn't ready for the pure power of the yeen's musk, her pit a thousand times stronger then the depths of Shay's cleavage. Rae laughed, squeezing him tight and making him fight to slip his snout out from under her arm.

"Need a nice full one baby," she purred. "Get back in there n' take it a lil' slower this time."

Pyrow panted a little before wiggling against her once more, his nose slipping through sweaty fur before landing in her familiar, warm hollow. He snuffled and sneezed as he attempted to draw in a small enough breath; her scent practically filled his head with the slightest involuntary inhale. Rae giggled, her form jiggling against him as he pushed at her instinctively. The sergix squeezed her tight and forced himself to take slow, steady inhales, fighting through the lightshow going on in his head to try and process her smell. It was a combination of fried food, sweat, and the yeeny musk that permeated the place. The big yeen squealed when he dug his wedge-like nose in deeper and sniffed hard. The sergix almost fell off the stool when she pushed him away; a second set of paws held him steady as the others looked at the giggling hyena.

"He's -- he's enthusiastic!" Rae said, shivering slightly

"Well, that's good," Shay said, pulling Pyrow lower by the shoulder, "Cause there's nine more of us to go..."

It was hard to keep track of time as the 'introductions' continued. One by one, the yeens would shove Pyrow in their sweaty pits, holding him there until he took a deep breath of their scent. Some like Kris would let him take a few extra before the others insisted it was their turn. When he licked at the sweat on ViVi's, they decided he needed to give them all a lick, too -- including the people he'd missed.

The sergix was more than happy to comply.

Pyrow eagerly saturated his lungs with scent and his tongue with sweat, his muffled noises of pleasure drawing more teasing from his new acquaintances. They all had a similar funk he couldn't get enough of, only a few standing out with eye-wateringly strong perfumes, heavy sweat, or an unusually strong natural musk. Pyrow grew lightheaded by the end -- the new names he was supposed to learn started slipping.

This, of course, meant repeats.

He was barely conscious for the second and third rounds of pit smelling. It was almost a blessing since the strong scents were easier to gulp down now. His tongue ran a little slowly along their hollows, musk and air moistened with sweat coating the inside of his mouth. Even that somehow didn't feel as strong as before.

He desperately wished it was.

"One last time, cheese-head," Roxxi said, grabbing his head and shoving it into her fluffy pit. Pyrow moaned softly as she lowered her arm and squeezed him against her. He nosed around in her fur to find a spot he could breathe in and eagerly went at it.

"That's it, big deep breaths!" She cackled, feeling his slight starting inhales. "Gimme a lick."

The massive yeen couldn't suppress a shiver at the touch of his tongue. She squeezed his head hard with a rumble, rubbing him in for a few moments.

"Aright. What's my name, feathers?"

The muffled "Roxxi" was met with a satisfied snort. She let him go; only then did it occur to Pyrow that he'd been dangling in the air, pulled from the stool and held aloft solely by the hyena's stinky one-armed hug. Combined with the light-headedness from what felt like hours of pit-diving, the hybrid stumbled and fell onto his back. It was fortunate that the carpet was a thick shag.

Chuckles and laughs alike bubbled around him. Pyrow couldn't tell if they were circling him or if the room was still spinning. It was something of a relief when one of them blotted out the ceiling light. But the sensation of paws on his exposed member helped cut through the fog in his head.

"Hmm... only half-mast," Aja said, giving the underside of his cock a light stroke. She ignored his feeble attempt to sit up or come up with an excuse. "He's makin' progress. Hasn't quite passed out yet."

"I say he ain't done until it's a full chub," Roxxi replied. Her appearance above him came with a scrape of pawpads on carpet. "An I think I know jus' the way..."

Everything exploded all at once. Pyrow was suddenly at the mercy of a swirling tide of furry bodies, the yeens pushed him down and positioning him exactly how they wanted him. He shut his eyes as heat and musk pressed in on him from all sides, overwhelmed and unsure what else he could give. He was surprised to find his face still free when he opened them -- though not much else of him was. Mountains of tawny fur filled the edges of his vision, gaping valleys left between the hyena's thighs as they each straddled his limbs. Aja sat behind his head, stroking his hair while Margo lowered herself onto his petulant penis.

"When you get a full stiffie, maybe then we'll let off ya," she said with a smirk. Pyrow grimaced, trying to come up with a reply. He tested to see if he could shake loose, but with his limbs stretched out, there was no hope. Especially with how thick some of the asses pinning him down were.

"W-what now?" He asked. Margo just snickered; Aja leaned into view from above.

"We gonna get ya to love musk," she said. "...So much, this bar'll be the only place you go for your fun..."

The sergix stiffened beneath the mountains of yeen when paws pressed on his head from all around. Footpads big and small pressed into his feathers and scales, holding him in place with varying amounts of pressure and toe-curling -- but all shared a slightly damp sensation. He couldn't even open his mouth to moan, having it reduced to a whimper as someone put their digits over his eyes. Another covered the tip of his snout, pressing right against his nostrils and lips like a perfect bottlecap.

"Now huff, feathers," Kris said with a slight giggle. "We wanna see you bust again from just this."

Pyrow moaned softly as the pack began pushing at him with a soft, bubbling laughter. They could feel him straining against their forms, but they knew it was from pleasure -- the heavy one of them seated on his lap especially. The pushing pads were surprisingly well coordinated and felt almost like a massage. The sergix was vaguely aware that his head was in Aja's lap, too, but it was the gentle pushes of the paws that provided the soothing caresses, moving his snout like a slow rotary engine.

He sniffed at the rough pads and soft fur that clamped over his nose. He'd learned his lesson from last time and took it slow. The hyena's musk -- maybe Vivi's? -- wasn't as nose-burningly strong here, overshadowed by sweat and the frito-smell that most barefooted anthros' paws had. Someone else squealed when his tongue slipped out eagerly, drawing another round of laughter and teasing for whichever yeen was ticklish.

The sergix dug his tongue into whoever's foot it was, sliding along the creases between their pads and fur. Sweat was all he could taste, overpowering even the legendarily powerful yeen musk. His small moans grew louder as the paws around his face slackened to let him lick better; the sergix didn't squander the opportunity and slathered the hyena's sole in saliva, savoring the grind of fur and callous against his tongue.

"You a real slutty boy, ain't you cheese-head?" Shay asked, gripping at a horn and giving it a little tug.

Pyrow responded with a half-mindless hum as he continued licking, barely remembering to breathe.

"What a good lil' sub... Ain't this so much better than the act you tried puttin' on earlier?"

Pyrow gasped when his world -- the paws around his face -- shifted, a new scent covering his nose and a dry, untouched pad pressing against his lips. He groaned, attempting to nod as he nuzzled into a crevice between toes of the larger paw.

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" Aja asked. Her words seemed to echo in his head as he kissed at the new paw and took in Sammi's scent. Nodding made him feel how lightheaded he really was. His head swam, his whole body feeling like it was floating. Everything was warm and fuzzy. Being trapped under a pile of warm, fuzzy yeens probably contributed to the feeling.

He lost track of the time he spent licking and sniffing, driving his tongue between toes to coat his tongue in their sweat. The hyenas' words grew softer and more sweet. Some of them like Kris still had their bite, but they seemed pleased with his performance as their sub. Pyrow's heart fluttered in his chest -- it felt good to serve.

Rae giggled as he pushed up fruitlessly against her hips. "I think he's gonna cum again! Squeeze 'im tight!"

The footpaws around the hybrid's head pressed in with a variety of coos, jeers, and snorts. Pyrow groaned when someone began stroking the tip of his snout with their curling digits. He shivered as the sensations almost matched those down below -- it wasn't long before he coated Rae's undercarriage. The big hyena milked him with a coo, grinding her hips on him and ensuring every last drop -- and every last little moan -- came out. The sergix gasped when the feet around his face came away, leaving him blinking up at the one light. Aja took his head in her lap and smoothed his sweat-slicked feathers back into place while the others laughed.

"Damn, he really popped," Shay said when Rae got up; Pyrow caught a glimpse of his glittering seed all over the yeen's sizable thighs and lower cheeks. His head spun when someone threw her a towel and she started wiping it off. The sight of her abundant cake wobbling was enough to send him reeling back into Aja's lap with a woozy groan.

"Don't give up on us now, feathers," she said as more cackling echoed around the room. "You still got a couple more tests to go."

Pyrow swallowed and scrunched his eyes; sweat coated his throat with the distinct tang of yeen musk and a sharp bite of sweat. "W-what's next?" he managed.

The room went quiet. The floorboards creaked and there were a few soft groans as the sergix felt the hyenas get off him. He took his first full breath for the first time in what must have been a half hour or more. Even without some tantalizing bit of yeen in his face, trances of their scent hung in the air. The lack of pressure was a relief, but his lizard brain longed to be squished again.

The feeling was returning to his numb limbs when Pyrow took note of the whispers and soft footfalls. Aja's even, soothing strokes grew a little tense when he tried to straighten up; he let himself fall on her soft thighs. He'd probably need the rest, even if it was short.

His ears twitched as he tried to make out what was being said in low, husky whispers, punctuated by the occasional giggle, but there were too many of them talking at once. His cheeks burned with embarrassment when he realized he knew their different scents better than he knew their voices. It dawned on him now just how many there were -- almost nine or ten in total.

Roxxi's voice was clear when she spoke and picked him up with ease. "Okay, cheese-head. Even if you talkin' bullshit about bein' a big man n' all, we keep you around."

Pyrow didn't comment outside of a breathless gasp as she hefted him on her shoulder.

"Now we jus gotta introduce ya to the boss."

The sergix paused; "W-wait, you're not the boss?"

"No, I'm not," Roxxi snorted. "Girls just respect me. B's the one runnin' things fo real."

The big hyena took him through the backrooms of the bar until they reached a large set of doors. The room inside was entirely red; velvet cushions, drapes, and wallpaper were accented by dark mahogany floorboards and trim. The desk that sat at the center was also made of dark wood; the enormous hyena behind it wore red. The size of the room came into perspective when Roxxi plunked Pyrow down. The red all around must've made the room feel small; the sergix didn't even come up to the height of the desk.

"All yours, boss," Roxxi said. "He ain't passed out yet. Tough lil' fucker."

Pyrow chanced a peek up on his tiptoes at the boss's dismissive grunt; he'd been too busy drinking in the red to notice that she was filling out some kind of form.

"Thank you, Roxxi," B said, waving her off before glancing down at Pyrow. "So, you're their newest toy?"

"Well, they said it was a 'club,' so --"

"So yes, is what I'm hearing," the hyena sighed. "Come around the back -- I'm a bit busy, but I suppose I should see just what they caught."

Pyrow huffed, but obediently rounded the desk. B's size struck him when he saw all of her at once -- he'd figured she was over 10 feet, but he didn't realize how many pounds were packed on that frame till now. The hyena gave him a much more cursory and quick glance before grabbing him in a single paw.

"Just bat at the front of my dress with that tail when you need air," she said, standing and hiking her dress up with ease; Pyrow only figured out what was about to happen when she plopped him on the massive, cushioned chair. "And feel free to squirm... it feels nice."

The hyena sat down before the sergix had a chance to respond. Her ass and thighs completely covered him, plastering him to the chair. His muffled moans barely reached the outside world as B shimmied the chair back into place and adjusted herself on top of him, spreading her enormous cheeks slightly. She sighed at the wedge-like snout burying itself deeper into her crease.

Pyrow was completely overcome. He sat frozen in shock at the heat on his face, the scent in his nose, and the immense weight all over him. Attempting to move left him just as still. B didn't shift an inch at the sergix's strained attempts. The only thing he could move was his head -- and it was the only thing to get a reaction.

The hyena's hums as his snout wiggled between her cheeks cut clear through her fat and reignited the hybrid's fire. That sweet pleasure of service filled him. That was part of why his mouth opened on its own. The taste of sweat and musk was on his tongue before he realized the other reason; his little session with the other girls had left him practically addicted to the yeens' unique musk.

The snorting and licking he was doing was practically automatic.

B grunted softly in surprise. She shifted her weight on the sergix's face and found he was undeterred, his little claws kneading at her cheeks and his tongue fighting its way forward undeterred. She couldn't deny the tickling sensation that each lick brought. A grin formed on her face as she paused, drumming her hands on the desk while she waited for him to grow weak. The desperate squirms beneath her came later than she expected, but she recognized them nonetheless.

"Tail on the dress, hybrid," she chided when she lifted up, spreading her cheeks to give him air. The panting against her now-moist crease sent a shiver through her. "If you're so eager, why not go deeper?"

Pyrow's moan in the affirmative wasn't going to change her choice, but she noted it with a snort. The chair's heavy cushion was the only thing saving the sergix from certain death as B sat down again, harder this time. His snout bottomed out almost painfully. He barely had time to wince before the hyena adjusted and pressed down again, her pucker pressing against this lips.

"Go on..." she rumbled.

The sergix obeyed without hesitation and her rumbles grew deeper. His tongue pressed in hard as he nuzzled her rim, giving her only a few courtesy licks before going in. Her cheeks tensed and squeezed his snout nearly as hard as her walls squeezed his tongue. Inside her, though, the sergix could move almost as he pleased. B stifled a moan as he swept over all her wrinkles and ripples and pushed back against her weight in the most exhilarating way.

Time quickly lost all meaning to the hyena's newest seat cushion. A combination of musk and near-hypoxia rendered Pyrow's mind numb to nearly everything besides pressure and pleasure. After a time he couldn't feel his limbs, sensation only returning during the occasional shifts and lifts she gave him for breath. Every single one was short, and B quickly found a way to give him an airway without completely removing him from her rear.

His tail, the only thing not completely crushed, jerked straight with every heavy drop that followed. The feeling of sliding back into her depths was as exhilarating for her as it was for him if her moans were anything to go by. Pyrow reveled in it, his brain lit up as though all his feeling was concentrated at the bottom of his tail and the tip of his snout, the two connected by an electrified river of light.

The sergix's tongue was completely saturated in B's taste by the time she lifted herself completely off him with a satisfied sigh. Pyrow was too busy gasping to groan, taking the first full breaths since being carried in the room. It felt good to let his chest fully expand. The gentle touch of the hyena's dress along his face as she stood was like a gentle flame, tickling his sensitive feathers.

"I can see why they took a liking to you, little sub," she said, drawing the rest of the fabric off him; the cool breeze washed over his sweat soaked body and lit him up with a shiver. The floorboards creaked as B turned around and looked down at his battered form with a satisfied smile. "I might have to steal you from them the next time you come by so we can... get properly acquainted with each other."

Pyrow wheezed but managed a smile.

The enormous hyena chuckled and lifted him tenderly out of the well-worn ass crater in her chair. "I'll see you again soon, little sergal..." she whispered, setting him down at the door before opening it. "Now go on," she said with a wave of her hand, "go play with the girls. I'm sure they've missed you."

"R-right..." the sergix said, claws clacking slightly on the old wood. "Where would I find them?"

B's hyena laugh was deeper than any he'd heard from the others. Her chest bounced in her dress as it echoed around the hall.

"Don't worry -- they'll find you!"

With that, the big doors closed, leaving Pyrow alone and exposed. He looked around as he caught his breath, expecting to see one of the underlings from before rushing to get him while he was getting his head back on straight. No such luck, unfortunately. The sergix started walking the hallway on his own after a few moments. He quickly realized he had no idea where he was, having been too musk-drunk earlier to pay attention to the route Roxxi took earlier.

Fortunately he had the grunts and shouts of the girls to guide him.

After a set of stairs and another walk along the hall, Pyrow found Vivi and Sammi attempting to shove a mattress down into the basement. The bed was clearly oversized and much too big for the stairwell, but the muscular yeen was making some progress along with her bellowing sisters from the other side.

"C'mon, pull!" Vivi yelled, "this the last one!"

Sammi paused as someone below counted down, tapping her sister on the shoulder. "Look -- B's done with him."

"Oh! Hey feathers," Vivi said. "Ready for round tw--"

The rest of her sentence turned into a comical wail as the bed slipped down the stairs with an explosive force, taking the both of them with it. Pyrow reached the top in time to hear the crew downstairs laugh hysterically at them while they picked themselves up. Kandra poked her head into the stairwell after checking on the two, and her eyes lit up when she saw him.

"Hey, he's alive!"

She had a head start on the others and managed to grab him before the stairwell got clogged. Her hold was gentle when she pulled him back down into the basement -- it became clear why they were moving a mattress down here. The entire floor was now covered in a patchwork of them, making the place look like a cross between an insane asylum and a trampoline park.

Pyrow got the feeling he was going to be the toy.

"So, how'd it go?" Shay asked, patting him hard enough to make him stumble. "B take all the fight outta ya?"

"No. She seemed pretty happy," the sergix said, feeling the press of the yeens' bodies as they circled up. "She said she might steal me from you."

The room predictably echoed with stuttering laughter.

"Well," Roxxi said, palming his head from behind, "we just gonna have to show you why it's more fun with all us, won't we?"

The sergix didn't have time to respond before he was pulled face-first between her legs, his snout piercing her thighs and landing in her folds. There was a combination of laughter and complaints about hogging when he grabbed onto her huge thighs and groaned. Her strong paw on the back of his head was quickly replaced by another heated groin; the world quickly shrank when the two hyenas pressed him between their hips.

His moan sent a shiver through Roxxi and sent her grinding against him and whoever was on the other side. They began to coordinate their movements, shifting his head between them in circles and thrusts. Pyrow's paws practically left the ground as they went on. He could hear muffled complaints and speaking outside, but all that mattered were the deep groans that reverberated through his companions. The heat, the pressure, and the wetness that enveloped his head left him utterly breathless and at their mercy.

That was what made him truly understand that he was their toy.

He gasped for air when the two hyenas parted. He collapsed between Rae and Roxxi, grateful for the mattresses. He was barely on them a few moments before Vivi scooped him up with ease.

"Hey, Kandra! C'mere, I think he wants more pit!"

Pyrow found himself held against the muscular yeen's side, his snout awkwardly pressed into her upper arm. He squeaked when Kandra moved in behind him and sandwiched him between their sides. His member glided along Vivi's side as the two adjusted him so that his head was completely encased in their hollows, their strong musk washing over him. His groan was audible as the two began to sway and brush their sweaty pit hair all over his head.

"Oh yeah, he wants pit!" Vivi laughed when he wrapped his legs around her trunk and tried to thrust.

"You like that stink, Pyrow?" Kandra asked, rubbing his hair full of sweat.

"Yeahhh..."

"You're gonna smell like us for weeks now. Everyone's gonna know you're ours."

The words made him moan. His knees buckled around Vivi's waist. The two of them did the grinding and thrusting for him for a few more glorious moments before he was let back down on the ground. A pair of hands caught him before he could fall over and pass out.

"C'mere, little man," Shay said, pulling him into her plush form, "lets see how you like 'girl with a lil' meat on her bones!"

Aja purred from behind and the two lifted him off his feet before he had a chance to gasp. His head was encased in an abundant prison of boobage, and plump bellies squished around his torso. The sergix's tail slapped at Aja's meaty thighs and made them ripple, getting her to coo and squeeze him.

The pillow talk was lost on him in the midst of their chest pillows; his muffled snuffling, nuzzling, and roaming, squeezing hands were more than enough to show his appreciation. The two hyenas squeezed him between them with hugs and hip presses, rubbing their heavy, scent-soaked tits all around his head. He floated on a sea of soft flesh, bobbing up and down on booby waves. Their embrace was so tight that he didn't slip even when the two of them coordinated a few bounces.

Shay didn't resist when Pyrow frantically wiggled his snout up from her depths, her laughter ringing in his ears as her breasts jiggled around him. His nose broke the surface of the sea of cleavage like a whale, a great gasp puffing out in the air. Feeling returned to him as he panted through his nose and the hyenas yipped around him.

His next sound of pleasure burbled from the confines of their huge breasts when someone kissed his nose. They took turns, both dipping below their boobage line and pressing the flesh even harder around his head. The soft, tickling sensation of their lips lit him up all the way down to his tail, his dick pressing eagerly into Shay's undercarriage.

"I think he aboutta bust again!" Shay laughed, pressing back into him. Aja held the squirming sergix as they separated, laying him back on the mattresses and putting his pulsing member on full display. Pyrow sat up as much as the cushiony flooring would allow -- it wasn't surprising the huge hyenas had specially padded beds -- and looked around with a bewildered excitement. His eyes shot straight up at the squish of two feet near his head.

"Lil' brat don't seem to like air," Roxxi said, her eyes barely visible high above him, her many curves getting in the way. "That true feathers? You like stickin' your face in us moren' you like breathin'?"

Pyrow nodded, the words coming out after a second or two. "Y-yeah, yeah! Yes, mistress!"

The hyena pressed his head into the mattress with a single paw, the huge pads covering his head even when he turned sideways.

"None a that 'mistress' shit," Roxxi said with a slight rumble. "We ain't your whores. You our bitch, got it?"

"...Y-yes, Roxxi!"

Her foot came off with a huff. "Good. Now stick your face up -- you getta eat my ass while we play with your dick."

Pyrow's eyes widened. He panted and looked up at the hyena's underside again, practically shaking with anticipation. Roxxi pushed his arms out over his head before dropping onto her knees with a heavy thud; her plush thighs slapped down on the sergix's torso and knocked the wind from his chest.

The sight of her cheeks wobbling mere inches from his face would've taken his breath away anyway.

"Whose are you?" Roxxi asked, hands on her hips.

"Yours!"

She sat back with a huff; her ass engulfed his head with a whuff. "Good boy," she said, wiggling herself into place. "Now get to lickin'."

Those were the last words the sergix heard before her weight came all the way down. All he could hear were his own stifled sounds of pleasure and the blood rushing in his ears. Her thick thighs squeezed his torso, but there was enough room for Pyrow to reach up and caress Roxxi's behind. There wasn't much room -- the curve of her ass thwarted his attempts at a solid grab -- but it was enough for him to feel the jiggles against his face when he pawed and pushed, spreading her cheeks a tiny bit more each time.

His tongue shot out at the sensation of someone else's on his taint. He whimpered and squirmed more at the touch of wet noses on his groin, soft, heavy bodies pinning his limbs and making his hip thrusts all for naught. The taste of Roxxi's sweat and her heat on his face reminded him of his place and his purpose.

Roxxi shifted slightly atop the sergix at his renewed wiggling. His wedge-like snout slid deeper with ease and glided along her cleft as he nodded into her weight. His tongue left a slick trail the whole way, reaching a tad deeper than the rest. She felt his features impress into her ass when she relaxed with a sigh and gave him more of her weight. The hollows of his eyes, the hard bars of his horns, the compressed fluff of his feathers -- it all paled in comparison to his snout bottoming out.

Pyrow searched feverishly for her divot with his lips and tongue, his nose pressing into her pliant crease as he sniffed inch by inch. He was in too deep to be moved by what was going on near his waist. His body shook when they spread his legs, but he didn't pause in his search. He could feel them breathe on his cock, tease it with gentle fingertips and kisses. A tongue traced along the crease of his thigh; his sack went in someone's mouth. All the while soft pairs of tits pressed around his legs.

Pyrow's nose dipped into a hollow.

Roxxi chuckled at the new, intense nuzzling from below. She pressed down on him and sighed at the resulting whimpers and stifled struggles -- a bit more breathily than she intended. The other girls in the pile were busy lavishing the bits of him not trapped under her ass. Rae toyed with his cock, Shay sucked on his balls, and Aja was drawing her tongue along all the exposed, sensitive skin around his nethers.

She figured the hybrid would be a fun toy when he'd first walked in, but she didn't realize he'd be such an enthusiastic sub. All that big talk in the booth made the tickle of his tongue on her asshole all the sweeter. The huge hyena spread her thighs and lifted her rear; her tiny tail curled at the press of his lungs and the short gasp between her cheeks.

"I'm givin' you some air before we go all the way," she said. "You better be thankin' me back there!"

Pyrow pressed on her rear a few more times, getting his bearings and trying to prevent his narrow airway from closing early. The musk and the blood rushing in his ears anew made it hard to parse her words. But the sergix got the message; a moan slipped from the hyena as he gripped her cheeks and drove his lips against her rim. His tongue rocked in and out, interspersed with guttural huffs as he renewed his lungs with her scent.

He nearly burst again when Roxxi sat down and put her thighs back over his chest once more. The world shrank back down to the dozen-odd inches he could feel at the tip of his snout and along his tongue. He couldn't move his arms, couldn't move his legs, couldn't move his hips -- the weight of a half-ton hyena washed everything away aside from the feeling on the tip of his face and the tip of his penis. Pyrow paused a second and clenched his fists somewhere under all the ass.

He was going to make this last.

For him and for them.

...

Pyrow groaned. It was difficult to recognize his mattress with how stiff it seemed. Then he realized the hard spots digging into his side and thighs were the spaces between couch cushions. Rolling over just shifted the aches someplace else and released another sound of discomfort. Trying to sit up -- much less get up -- made his core shiver and his thighs quake.

What the hell had he been doing?

He squinted up at the ceiling, managing to get a throw pillow under his head. Doing it hurt; he winced when he touched his own nose. The headache underlying it all didn't quite feel like a hangover.

The sergix managed to get to his feet after an uncertain amount of time. Shuffling to the bathroom renewed the soreness he felt everywhere and gave a few more clues. Bite marks and scratches burned gently as he moved. Bits and pieces came back while he looked for aspirin. The light filtering in from the window told him it'd been a long night.

The disheveled face in the mirror certainly wasn't one that'd had a long rest.

He'd taken off early to go spot scouting, he remembered. He left his outfit in the car and went in casual. The first place -- that was where he'd stayed.

His eyes widened as it all came back. The flirting at the booth, the spanking and foot licking -- the smell. He dug his nose into his arm and nearly sneezed. It'd practically made him noseblind. It was still on him, and now it was probably all over his couch and everything else, too.

With all the sweat that they'd covered him in, and all the creases he'd shoved his nose into, he wasn't surprised.

The thought made him realize he was still naked. He hobbled out from the bathroom as quick as his sore limbs would allow and found his casual clothes scattered on the back of the sofa. His cheeks grew red -- had he taken them off when he got back or did he come back in the nude?

How the hell had he gotten back here?

The sergix winced as he tried to remember the rest of the night. Things started getting hazy after the crew had all screwed him on every one of the mattresses. That's when the alcohol came out. He remembered that he'd gotten all their names, added a few numbers to his contacts -- and said something about coming back.

Pyrow went to the entryway and found the note taped to the inside of his door like he'd expected, along with an envelope.

'Feathers,

Pulled your car in the private lot so it wouldn't get ticketed. Come and get it when you're sober again.

And if you want a bit of fun when you come in, wear this!'

It was signed with a heart and an arrow pointing down to the envelope; the sergix opened it to find a sleeping mask with 'Bitch' embroidered on it in fancy letters.

Without hesitation, he put it to his nose and sniffed.

As soon as the painkillers kicked in, he'd be putting it on.