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Tame Camp - the luckiest hyena

Issa was, most agreed, a very lucky hyena. Male spotted hyenas in general have it rough, with larger, stronger females who are firmly in charge and accepting of no nonsense from males. If they didn't like you, best case was they kicked you out of the clan. Worst case is you ended up inside a female hyena, and not in the good way.

Many young males didn't even make it that far, and were booted out of the clan as they matured since there were already plenty of hyenas and no one wanted another mouth to feed. Forced to forage on their own, or at best with a male friend or two, they were easy targets for lions and failing that, had to stick to smaller prey. Hyenas are powerful but clumsy and slow, and a leopard or even a cheetah might chase one off. It was different when the hyenas outnumbered their adversaries, with even solitary lions sometimes falling prey to the spotty hunters, but for the lonely male hyena caution is required.

Issa was in this situation, but he'd gotten by for years with barely a scratch. He'd seen fellow males eaten by lions and even, once, seen the ponderous bulge one of his friends made in a rock python's middle. He survived by wit and luck. Mostly luck.

His reputation for it started early. When barely a year old, on his own and barely scraping by, he ventured into a forest in search of food. He didn't know that creatures that went into that wood rarely came back out. It was the domain of three lionesses who trapped and ate every passerby, human or animal.

He knew none of that. All he knew was that when he saw the lioness facing away, crouched down to drink, he was so horny at the thought of having a lioness that despite strident warnings from his brain that this was a very bad idea he stepped forward and mounted her.

By all rights that should have gotten him a short trip through her digestive tract and it nearly did. She was twice his size and easily got his head down her throat. His luck held. She was actually impressed by the way he kept humping even as she swallowed him and disgorged him rather than finishing him off. Several matings later she let him go, valuing her her toy more for his cock than as a meal. The fact that hyenas are better hung than lions and lacked painful barbs didn't hurt.

Suddenly Issa had a lioness lover, then two as one of the other lionesses tried him on for size. (Or vice versa.) The largest and meanest lioness wasn't interested in him as anything but a meal, but still. Two lionesses!

Then one day a plane crashed practically right in front of him. The human pilot was flung alive from the vehicle and was too stunned to resist when Issa found him. Down he went down a hyena's gullet, clothes, boots and all. Issa's luck held as his quick, if fat-bellied retreat from the crash meant that when opportunistic lions showed up not five minutes later he was atop a nearby hill belching lazily and admiring the scene. Humans then arrived to pick over the crashed plane and had no idea where the pilot got to. Only Issa, his friend and the pilot knew, and they weren't talking.

The only problem with that wonderful stroke of luck was a partially digested shoe deciding that it didn't want to be coughed back up but instead leave a hyena the long, bendy and very uncomfortable way. Still, a free meal is a free meal.

Then the new human camp sprang up within a mile of his den, a camp that welcomed animals. He quickly struck up friendships with one human after another. If by 'friendship' one means he mounted, humped and shot his seed into man or woman. Issa wasn't picky. Once you venture that far outside your species, a hole is a hole.

The 'tame camp' was a place of truce and his conquests extended to a friendly cheetah female, various prey animals enticed by the fear of having a predator so close, and even yet another lioness.

What a rush it was to fuck a lioness! In other circumstances trying to do that would, again, cause him to end up inside her in the bad way. Instead it was the good way, pounding a tight feline pussy sized for a cock half as thick as his. He loved it, they loved it, and even outside the camp the relationship continued since she, too, was not part of a clan. His friends shook their heads and wondered how long it would be before it ended with some big cat burping. Issa didn't care. He was living the life.

Then came his best day ever.

The way things worked at Tame Camp was simple. An interested animal wandered in, generally at sundown, and showed itself at campsites until someone was interested.

The first campsite was very much occupied by two massive male lions, taking turns atop a sweating and yelping but very happy human man. Like himself, the lions didn't care that it wasn't a female. A hole is a hole. Truce or not, Issa took one look and decided to try his luck elsewhere.

There was a rhino at the next campsite and he didn't even stop to see what was going on. Humping a human in the shadow of that monstrosity didn't sound fun and he didn't want any part of the rhino itself. Elephants, rhinos, giraffes, cape buffalos. All creatures you gave a wide berth even at the camp unless you had very particular tastes.

The third campsite was more promising. He peered out into the firelight and found a yellow-haired woman already undressed from the waist up. He couldn't talk to or understand humans but gestures can communicate a lot. Especially when they were to pull his muzzle against her breast with one hand and use the other to pull her shorts down.

A male and a female spotted hyena are hard to tell apart. The female is bigger and stronger but both have what appear to be identical genitals. The difference was that the more aroused the female the more her penis - actually a greatly enlarge clitoris through which she gave birth - shrank back, while the opposite was true for males. The woman spread her legs and lay back and Issa stepped forward, mounting with the skill of considerable practice.

She was flat on her back on the ground and he straddled her, needing only a touch of her hand to guide him as he slid in. It was simpler when they were face down, better still when they were on hands and knees, but even now it was easier than fucking a she-hyena. Mounting one of those was an awkward process due to the strange anatomy. He managed, but humans? Humans were just easier. Issa slid his cock into slick, welcoming human pussy and got to humping. It helped that as far as he'd seen, he was hung only a little thicker than men. Longer too, but that wasn't a problem. Hyenas and humans were, weirdly enough, very compatible sexually.

This was all he wanted out of the night, one or several humans to shove his cock into. Failing humans, animals. He wasn't picky. He wanted to fuck and here was his chance. He had his lionesses, but you had to hope they were in the mood. You didn't push it. The risk of breeding a lioness was part of the thrill, but that risk was very real. It was probably the same thing a gazelle felt at the camp when it knelt, shivering, and invited him to mount.

There he was, giggling as he thrust and thinking of nothing more than shooting his wad in (by his count) his ninth human woman, when his night somehow got even better. The woman hooked her knees over his haunches to lock herself to him, hugged his shaggy neck close and pushed her forehead into his mouth.

Issa froze and she pushed her whole face onto his tongue. His canine fangs scraped over her chin and through her hair as he decided what to do. He'd heard this happened here, but it wasn't common. Animals were allowed to eat people here, but only if they wanted it.

He hesitated right up until she dug her fingers into his fur and pushed the top of her head hard against the tightness at the back of his jaws. All right, then. Issa loosened his jaws, got his tongue under her chin and swallowed her head.

A bulge swelled out of his spotty neckfur as her face slithered down the slimy gullet, and he bent his head downward so he could swallow as he humped. He wasn't about to stop, after all, and now each thrust pushed a little more of her past his fangs and into the waiting throat. The pilot he swallowed was bigger than this and he worked his jaws over bare shoulders with little effort. He'd planned for this encounter to end with a cackle of triumph as he spent his seed. Now it was going to end in a burp. He didn't mind. Humans, it turned out, tasted a lot better naked than clothes. He licked her slick and swallowed her down.

As her upper arms disappeared her hands were gradually forced down until she had to let go of his neck. She simply reached down and gripped into the fur of his flanks. She was pushing herself deeper! Issa didn't know why anyone would do that, but he wasn't about to argue. His chin was against his own chest as he humped, swallowing her upper arms as he drove into her. Bit by bit he was eating her alive and as far as he could tell that was just what she wanted.

Faster and faster he thrust until the pleasure was too great to hold back and Issa shuddered, filling another human woman with spurting hyena cum. She wasn't his first and she hopefully wouldn't be his last but he could truthfully say that he'd only get to visit with this one once.

As the last of his seed oozed into her Issa sat, driving his gaping maw downward over her belly. For a moment his own cock was in his mouth, though a thick layer of human lay between his fangs and shaft, then he gripped down with his jaws and straightening. He rose to all fours once more with a human ass in his jaws and a bulge all the way down his chest to where her head lay in his stomach.

With a toss of his muzzle and a gulp he began to finish her off, and finally she began to kick. He'd heard of this, too. Most of the time, however willing the start, they struggled toward the end. Maybe it was the stomach juices stinging their faces or the imminent threat of suffocation. Whatever impelled them to put their head in an animal's mouth, suddenly it became clear to them that this was all a very bad idea.

Too late. The offer had been made and accepted. Issa sat back, tasting her salty pussy for a moment with his tongue before swallowing heavily. His throat got a good grip on broad human hips and with two gulps she was gone to the knees. Only then did he see the problem.

Dangling from one ankle were her shorts and panties. That wasn't an issue, he hooked them off with a paw. The problem wasn't the socks, either. Socks could and had gone all the way through him without causing any discomfort. Her shoes were another matter.

She had on low hiking boots that laced several inches up her ankle. He swallowed one more time, gulping all he could without her shoes ending up in his mouth, and stared at the twitching heels a few inches from his eyes. Now what would he do? Shoes were a problem. He remembered the pilot, the pleasantly full belly and the much less pleasant bit that followed. He didn't want to go through that again. It wasn't worth it for a meal.

What to do, what to do. He pawed at her shoes, but they refused to budge. Cough her back up so she could take them off? No, she was wriggling pretty good now. She'd changed her mind and there was no way she'd let him swallow her again. The sting of stomach acids was a strong educator. She knew now that being digested by a hyena wouldn't be painless, And who knew what trouble it might cause if he did retch her up? She might claim he'd eaten her against her will. No, he was going to end the evening with a full belly in addition to emptied balls. The decision had been made.

Issa sucked in a rasping breath through leg-filled throat and tried to think his way out of this quandary. Help. He needed some help.

It wasn't easy to breathe, or walk, with a gullet full of struggling woman. He managed both. Up the path to the main trail, and to the nearest campsite.

"Ach, lieber gott!" A spectacled man looked up from where he was balls deep in a warthog.

"Es frisst sie!" The woman the warthog was atop was just as upset. Both humans stared at him wide-eyed. The warthog kept humping, sparing Issa only a disinterested glance. It was busy.

Unable to understand human babbling in whatever language, Issa waddled down the next path. This time he was luckier. Very lucky indeed.

"Oh, you poor thing." The thin man stood up at he was alone at his campfire. His hair was the same color as that of the woman in Issa's stomach and he was alone at the fire. It was just him and Issa. Who, it turned out, was exactly what the man was looking for.

"Just a second bud." Still unable to understand, but encouraged by the friendly tone, Issa sat back, his throat and belly stuffed full of still-squirming woman. Her presence in his gullet let air slip past and let her breathe, while making it hard for him to draw breath in turn. It was deeply uncomfortable for him and as she was up to her armpits in a stomach that was doing its best to digest her, she wasn't happy with the situation either.

It was Issa's turn to watch wide-eyed as the man stripped off his clothing. All of it. Shirt, shorts, underclothes, socks and shoes. He set it in a neat pile and reached for the feet protruding from Issa's jaws,

"Don't swallow yet." Issa got the sense of that and waited as the man unlaced the boots. The slowly digesting and very unhappy woman kicked, but all that did was make Issa twitch. His throat and jaws kept her feet from moving as her boots and socks were stripped off. He could swallow the rest of her now, but he waited, wondering if it was really going to happen. And it did. The thin man leaned forward, slid his arms into the gullet next to the woman's legs, and put his head in Issa's mouth.

Issa couldn't believe his luck, but he wasn't about to turn down such an offer. As the man physically pushed himself deeper Issa yawned, got his jaws around a set of shoulders and swallowed.

The woman's feet finally disappeared, shoeless now and coated with lubricating saliva that let them slide easily down his throat. With them went the man's arms, their hands gripping the woman's knees, then the bulge of human head and the huge swell of shoulders distending his spotty neckfur. Not every hyena could or would swallow a man whole. Some liked their meat and bone is easily digested chunks. Issa didn't like to leave food on his plate. If he could manage it he gulped it down whole, and with a very willing man in his gullet he did just that. In seconds he had a second human swallowed to the waist.

It didn't surprise him to find the man was hard. He'd clearly been very ready to be eaten and this was why. The thought of it made the man intensely horny and he thrust against Issa's tongue as the hyena worked his way over the hips and rump. A moment later a thrusting cock slid into the waiting gullet. Issa didn't mind. Why would he? Semen has the same number of calories inside or outside the balls and wherever it ended up it would be digested just the same.

Issa felt the man's head push into his stomach to join the woman. The way he'd eaten her, the newly arrived face ended up between her thighs and from the feel of things the man was happy with that, the woman less so. That was not his problem. His belly was already tight around his first meal and now his ribs were stretched around a second. Getting this one swallowed so he could finally relax was the priority and he rose once more to all fours, bolting down the man's legs one heaving gulp at a time. This time there was no struggle. The man was getting exactly what he'd wanted.

So was Issa. His belly fur stretched and creaked as he got the man's legs into his throat, the undulations of his swallowing muscles squeezing more and more of the second human into his stomach. A couple of minutes after the man stuck his hands into slimy gullet Issa found another set of feet just outside his jaws. Thankfully these were naked, and with a toss of his head and one last heavy gulp they were gone. There was a straining resistance, there at the end. Not due to the man putting up a struggle, as he was doing his best to squirm deeper, but simply his belly being reluctant to stretch around this much food. Well, it was too late to worry about that now. Issa grunted, gulped, and groaned as his belly went tight as a drum. The deed was done and he rolled onto his back to give his swollen belly room.

Two slimy humans curled up together inside him, and though all he wanted was to flop down and relax, it wasn't to happen just yet. The force of his gulps had forced the two to spoon together, the man behind the woman, and suddenly his belly began to twitch. Unable to do anything about it Issa watched as the two made love. But almost certainly not willingly. The woman wanted no part of it but there was nowhere for her rump to go but into the hollow of the man's belly and he took advantage of it.

It went on and on, the horny man and the unwilling woman. There was not a single thing he could do about it. Issa grunted as she somehow found room to kick, groaned, and vented a long belch as the struggle loosened some pockets of air that went down with his meals. A giggle diverted his attention from the activity and he looked up to see a more willing couple.

It was the friendly cheetah female he'd visited with here. Cheetahs have it as rough as solitary hyenas, out on the savannah, and some came here for stress relief. A male honey badger only half her size was helping her relieve some now.

"That was fun to watch," the cheetah purred. The ratel just grinned, looking past her ears as he humped. He learned down and nibbled on her back.

"I didn't expect them to start fighting," Issa groaned, and burped again. Eventually it had to stop. They were running out of air but the man was still going at it. Going out with a bang, as Issa tried to do the time the lioness started swallowing him. That had impressed her enough to spare him. It was too late for that here. He wasn't sure he could disentangle them if he wanted to and he didn't. They wouldn't get out of his belly the way they got in.

"Does it bother you?" Another pair of eyes reflected firelight, higher than the rutting cheetah's or ratel's, and Issa watched as the huge she-badger stepped into the glow. He knew about her, all right. She was the main reason this camp started and why people sometimes came here to be eaten now. A native guide had recorded her swallowing a man - with her pussy, no less - and then letting the guide pound the same hole that just ate a man. Friendly, hungry animals? Less than six months later the Tame Camp was set up.

Sometimes, now, her little male consort would find someone "interested" and another human would get a badger-fur coat for the night. It didn't matter whether her jaws or pussy swallowed them. The result was the same in either case.

Previously Issa only benefited on the sex end of the camp:. Tonight he got the other half. He grunted as the man shuddered inside him. It was ending, at last. Issa burped.

"I hope you aren't having any bad ideas," he said. The big ratel had a certain reputation. "Because I'm too full to run."

She grinned, a fanged white slit in an ink-dark face. Six feet to the side the smaller badger grinned. The male ratel was still humping. The cheetah purred as he raked her back with his long foreclaws. Issa had been with that cheetah on other nights. Now it was the male badger's turn.

"I am not sure I could manage you if I wanted," the she-badger growled. "If you weren't full, yes. With one human in there, probably. With two?" She grinned again. "I'm not sure you would fit however I tried to eat you. And I won't. Truce zone, you know. Rules."

"I think I may gave broken one," Issa observed. There was still the fainting of motions under his drum-tight belly fur. "The man and woman went down willingly but what happened inside me wasn't."

"This, too, shall pass," chuckled the she-ratel. "What happens inside a hyena, stays inside one."

Issa didn't understand why humans would come here to be eaten. Fucked yes, but eaten? He burped and shrugged. Too late to worry about it now.

His eyes widened as the huge ratel stepped closer. She was easily twice his size before he fed, and almost as big as he was even now. If she changed her mind, got her jaws around his head or rump, or started him into her carnivorous pussy he was in no condition to stop her. The only thing keeping him from a slimy digestive fate was her word.

And, perhaps, her own, less hungry urges. His hindpaws shivered on either side of her face as she made her way behind him, but all she did was lower her muzzle and lick. All four of his upward facing paws kicked as her tongue slid along his sheath. The tightness of his belly already forced much blood south and Issa was helplessly hard under her tongue.

"If you don't mind," she growled, and Issa grunted as she straddled him and walked her forepaws up onto his swollen belly. Two slimy humans shifted under her weight, one already started to digest and the other a few minutes behind her. The man at least was barely alive yet and squirmed as the paws pressed down.

"I've heard of you," Issa said. He was much too full to stop her even if he wanted to. She reached down with a forepaw and suddenly he was in her. Issa groaned as her sex quite literally ingested his cock. This was what he'd heard. Sex with her was otherworldly. Her pussy gripped and sucked and tried to swallow you whole. If you weren't careful, it would do just that and then spit out a ball of your fur - or human clothes - the next day. Good sex. Dangerous sex.

"What have you heard," she growled. On top, and with her lover too full to thrust, she did all the work.

"That when you want a lover you take him, whether he wants it or not."

Nearby the male ratel shuddered, growled, and finally dismounted the cheetah. He immediately went to work on a feline pussy with his tongue, knowing that unlike his female counterpart's, this snatch wouldn't eat him whole.

"If you weren't full, if you could run or say 'no'," growled the enormous badger, "Would you?"

Issa felt the sucking grip of her hungry pussy. It massaged his cock, and only the fact he'd spent his seed in a human woman recently kept the next load in his balls this long. He knew he was safe. She wouldn't eat him unless he volunteered. Just the same, this powerful female was as dangerous as a lioness. And just as exciting.

"No," Issa said. He burped up a last bubble of air and though gorged almost to immobility, began to thrust upward into her. "No, I wouldn't."

Issa was the luckiest hyena in the world. And at that moment, he knew it.

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