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“Say ahh."

“Aaaahhh." A young voice emerged from the little hyena's parted jaws. An array of tiny teeth were revealed, but the female hyena child's jaws were still menacing despite their size. I knew from past experience just how sharp those teeth could be from a sudden bite! Their bite force was no laughing matter. I quickly glanced around and thankfully found nothing of concern.

“Everything looks fine." I reassured the young hyena and her mother standing close by “How hard did you bite the stick Timbara was carrying?" I asked her.

“Um…" Her innocence was betrayed by her wandering eyes. Her mother standing behind her gave a gentle prod to her back to speak. I flashed a brief grin to her mother, Uzuru.

“Yes?"

“I um, I bit the stick hard." She touched her cheeks. “That's why my mouth hurt today."

“Mmhm." I nodded slowly.

“We wrestled and played warrior together!" She blurted out only to fall silent once again. The mother smiled humorously behind her. I had to hold back a grin myself.

“Remember Mozombe," I told her, “as you grow up, you will become stronger, so when you play with the boys you will have to restrain your strength at times."

“Okay…" She rubbed her head bashfully.

“I think she will be fine Uzuru." I spoke to her mother. “As for her sore jaw, don't let her chew anything hard like a bone or a stick for a few days. Other than that, everything is okay." I reassuringly spoke.

“What do I owe you?" She asked.

“Nothing." I waved a hand. “There is nothing that I need to do." There was rarely an issue of payment, because there were no banks in the forest or savanna. Instead of being paid in money, food or bartering items were often given in lieu of cash.

“May the heavens bless you." She bowed and thanked me graciously before picking up her daughter.

“Mama!" Mozombe grumbled as she was suddenly held.

“I will fetch the small medicine drum and play it." Uzuru smiled at me. “Thank you doctor."

“My pleasure. Do not play rough Mozombe!" I called out as they left. There was nothing wrong with traditional medicine in my view. If anything, it helped keep the mind at ease while the body healed. That in itself was a good form of medicine in my opinion. Although, the superstitions of the village were nothing to besmirch either. If something occurred purely by chance; for example, a stranger arriving in the village during a disappearance, then the correlation was automatically assumed to be causation.

Away from the cities, there were no licenses or degrees or even permits that meant anything to the locals of the region. Out in the savanna your skills came through your own experiences which built your reputation. Being called a doctor, shaman, or warrior carried a lot of weight. If you had incorrectly or fraudulently earned your title or profession then you had no chance of recovering your reputation.

However, despite this and the lack of higher education, learning skills was always passed down from one generation to another. That was the foundation of continuing village life. 'A single head cannot share ideas.' It was one of my favorite sayings that I had learned in the village.

I tidied up and washed my hands using soap and some water I had collected from the well earlier in the afternoon. Upon drying my hands, I made a few notes in a series of stacked papers from a folder. The paper files were surprisingly neat only because I had one small village to tend to. However, over many months, other individuals from neighboring villages and tribes had come to see my practice. That file was nearly twice as big as the villagers I normally tended to.

However, if anything was messy then it was the three journals I kept with many notes and observations of the hyena people around me. I loved learning about their culture and ways of life ever since I first came to their remote village. Their lengthy songs, parading dances, and fantastic rituals all captivated me like a child listening to a new story before bedtime. I never tired learning from them.

Reaching over, I touched the old leathery back of the journal I had brought with me when I first came to the hyena village. I remembered holding it many times, not thinking that I would even fill half of the pages. I opened the cover and read the first entry that I had made while riding in a jeep across the dusty savanna.

_ 'Another half hour and we should arrive in the hyena village. I'm already sore from this bumpy ride. My handwriting is messy and difficult to read due to the uneven road. Well, there isn't exactly a road. There hasn't been one for some time. As expected, travel is much slower via car than train, but the railroad can only go so far inland. The bush and grasslands seem to blur together wherever I look. Zebras, wildebeest, rhinos, and elephants are common sights. I couldn't imagine a place more wild than this._

_ I'm eager to see this village in person and experience everything it has to offer. My guide has told me that the spotted hyenas are a very interesting bunch. Their customs are unique as their anatomy. I haven't seen a spotted hyena in person before, and I'm a little nervous about it.I have also heard through rumors before starting my journey that the local tribes of this region are still not very accustomed to outsiders. However, my guide has reassured me that no harm will befall me. I don't know how long I will stay here, so far from the coastal cities, but I'm sure that this will be an experience that I never forget…'_

I closed the cover to my journal after reading most of the first page and set it aside. My story was an odd one. I used to live near the Chochosa Cape where I had studied medicine. One day I was given an opportunity to travel to a region known to the locals as Nekwosa, or to the map makers and governor-general of the coast as the Follocambe Reserve. It was a long story that took up several pages in my journal, but I ended up residing in the hyena village since that fateful decision.

Known as the 'Gamawa' tribe to the nearest native lions, the spotted hyenas lived a tribal lifestyle like many others in the interior of the giant unexplored continent. Fishing was their main livelihood but hunting, farming, and trading were prominent as well. Family units formed large clans, the basis of their tribal society.

However, unlike the other tribes or lions and African wild dogs, the spotted hyenas were matriarchal. This was partly due to their unique anatomy and physiology. The females were normally stouter and stronger than their male counterparts thanks to testosterone. However, this didn't make any of the females less feminine. On the contrary, many women often possessed a sleek gracefulness and lovely breasts despite their stockier build. However, the large pseudo penis all females possessed had quite the first impression on me. It was daunting, surprising, and even slightly erotic.

Old explorers over a century ago assumed the remote spotted hyenas were hermaphrodites. It wasn't until recently, a few mere decades ago, that this belief was disproven. It wasn't entirely the initial explorers' fault though. The spotted hyenas also had a very unique way of dressing, or possibly lack thereof to accentuate their bodies. Most males from other tribes often wore concealing loincloths, however, adult male and female hyenas alike never covered their genitalia partly due to their similarity. Their genitals were typically on proud display with side facing loincloths that rested on their hips and functioned like pockets. A brightly colored sash tied around the waist or from shoulder to hip was commonly worn as well, but not essential.

Despite the intimidating masculinity the females possessed, it didn't come without any drawbacks. The biggest one from my experience was the fact that a woman had to give birth through the phallic fleshy organ. Childbirth itself was already difficult, but adding another narrow passage seemed cruel by mother nature's own design. Assisting with childbirth was nearly traumatizing when I witnessed it firsthand. If anything, I had to rely on the women and elders who served as wet nurses and midwives to learn how to handle a spotted hyena pregnancy and subsequent birth. After a dangerous birth, which carried a real risk of a stillbirth, the female's pseudo penis would never look the same. Its fleshy walls would slacken and often be torn after such a difficult birth. Mothers didn't seem fazed from it though. If anything, it was a proud sign of being a mother.

I headed outside where the bright sunshine eagerly greeted me.

'It is hot out.' I wiped the sweat from my forehead, but it was always hot out. Even the shade of a tent or house provided little reprieve from the daytime heat. Being a medical doctor in such a remote area had plenty of challenges. There was no air conditioning, unless the heavens felt enough pity to send forth a comforting breeze. I never partook in wearing the traditional hyena loincloth for personal reasons even though wearing less clothing would feel more comfortable during the hottest of days.

I glanced around the building that functioned as a doctor's office, or medicine hut as the hyenas preferred to call it. The dark clouds of an approaching storm were visible on the horizon.

“We'll have a good rain soon." I said to myself hopefully. I made no rush to my home in the village as I walked across the dusty dirt. A sudden storm was nothing new in the savanna. If anything, the rainfall was a welcome break from the brutal heat of the sun. Many huts made from thatch, sticks, and mud populated the village in a disorganized fashion. They were simple dwellings, constructed the same today as they had been for more than one thousand years. A few newer ones were constructed with more modern designs and shapes, but the village would always feel very remote.

Few people were out, but given the heat, it came as no surprise that the entire village was quiet. Sometimes it was too hot even for kids to play! There were no organized hunts today, but a few villagers were likely reeling in their nets from the early morning. The subtle smell of smoke and thin grey trails emerging from the tops of a few huts indicated that meals were being cooked. The trailing smells of food were starting to give me an appetite too!

A large wooden mask hung outside of one house with various empty gourds that rattled when one tapped them. It belong to Kijiki, the half blind hyena elder who had told me so many stories of the hyena people's history and mythology through oral tradition. His son Tsombe was continuing this tradition, but was starting to write many of the tales down with my assistance.

Another home had dried bundles of reeds and an odd array of white bones outside as decorations. It belonged to the village's shaman, Aguzza, who practiced witchcraft and to a lesser extent, tribal medicine. She was middle aged, but her mother, Aruka also lived with her and her mate. Aruka was a female elder who had scars on almost every part of her body. She was a fierce hunter who had, according to many tales, partaken in hippo hunts when they were still practiced. Her aggression was almost legendary according to friends and relatives, but in her old age, her bark was far worse than her bite. Any little one playing too loudly or annoying her would have an earful to hear from her! Her mate, Asubo, also lived with them. He was an elder male who had been a very prominent warrior and hunter in his youth. It was a crowded and busy home given how many lived under its small roof.

They were all wonderful people, and so were all of the villagers I had met over the many months; but Maloko, the female hyena who I called my mate held a special place in my heart. The last thing I expected when arriving in the village was getting a wife, but that was a story for another time.

I entered the round hut that I called home in the savanna. It was nothing like a house in the coastal cities. The floor was dirt, except for where animal pelts and straw mats were strategically placed. Certain items were hanging on the wall including a family ceremonial bow, set of arrows, and a traditional cowhide shield. Different baskets and pots were positioned near a hearth where a fire was crackling with life. The smell of smoke from a small fireplace greeted my nose as I stepped inside. A figure seated at the hearth, watching something cook, turned to greet me.

“Maloko." I grinned at the female spotted hyena waiting for me. Maloko's fur was a light tan color with dark spots speckled over much of her body; but her muzzle was a chocolate brown color, as if she had curiously peeped her face into a bag of cocoa powder. Both eyes were the same soft welcoming color. Her rounded ears were large and cute, but could hear even the subtlest of whispers from nearby. It was impossible trying to sneak up on her! Her mane somewhat resembled a mohawk that started with a messy trail of orange and brown fur that descended down the nape of her neck.

Despite the softness of her fur, the strength resting underneath was nothing to ignore. Her torso was strong like her shoulders, upper arms, and legs. Like all hyenas she had a stocky body build with sturdy legs, but slim forearms. A small bushy tail rested behind her naked spotted rear. Her lovely breasts were small and nicely rounded, sagging only subtly from their own weight. The skin of her areolae and nipples had a dark brown coloration that starkly contrasted from her light tan furred front. They caught my eyes like a fly in a spider's web. She stood up wearing a warm smile and walked towards me, causing her dark fleshy pseudo penis to sway between each step.

Despite all of her lovely attributes and demeanor, a spotted hyena's unique anatomy would scare many foreign visitors away. After all, a large flaccid member that dangled and swayed wherever one stepped was a distracting sight to say the least. I personally didn't know what was more distracting, the hyena woman's bare breasts or her pseudo penis.

“You're back early." She remarked in a calm voice before kissing and licking my cheek. “How was everything at the medicine hut?" She inquired. I hummed with a full smile and rubbed her neck as I kissed her squarely on the lips. The warmth of her natural scent washed over me like a mixture of cinnamon and earthy spices.

“A storm is approaching." I explained. “And everything went well. I only had to tend to a sore jaw, nothing serious."

“That's good to hear, but what storm? There were only a few clouds a while ago." Maloko seemed surprised. As soon as she finished speaking, the soft pattering of raindrops began, causing her round ears to perk forward. Glancing outside, the sun had already been covered as dark dots appeared in the dirt. She looked at me with a dumbfounded expression only to chuckle.

“I should've trusted your word!" The hyena laughed. “Are you ready to eat soon?"

“I will listen to the rain first." I told her.

“Fine. I will call when it is done." She returned to the hearth to finish cooking while I sat in the entryway and watched the rain fall. I sat down where I stood and in moments the entire ground was wet with little puddles started to form. The pouring rain sounded pleasant and cozy as its shimmering echoes reverberated around me. Rumbling thunder in the distance resembled a giant beating drum. It was a serene moment that I liked taking in. Back in the city I would've wasted time during rainfall by mindlessly watching tv or wasting time on the internet. Although, some scenes in the rain weren't very different. I smiled as I saw a hyena run from one hut to another only to hear the cackling laughter of another watching from afar.

'Some things are the same no matter where you are.' I thought about a suit wearing man running across a city street to escape the rain. Even though the rain poured with strength from the heavens at times, the chance of a flash flood was very unlikely this time of year, and had fortunately never happened during my stay. There were several tales of this occurring, and that was an accepted risk while living on the savanna. It was difficult to be angry at the forces of nature when those very forces gave everyone the ability to live.

Some time had passed and smell of cooked food started to entice my nose.

'Whatever she is cooking, it smells just about ready.' I couldn't wait much longer to eat. However, when I least expected it, a pair of hands touched my shoulders before arms enveloped me into a loose hug. I felt the warmth of her body press against my back. The direct heat was enticing and alluring.

“Oh?" I peeked over my shoulder and found a brown furred muzzle beside me. “What is it?" I asked.

“Maybe we can retire for the evening so you can… greet me properly." She suggested with a whisper into my ear. My brow perked up with interest.

“Does the rain bore you?"

“It doesn't interest me as much as you do; and what we can do together." A light nibble to my ear made her point very clear. A thrilling chill ran up my spine in response to her tender love bite. It was considered proper etiquette for a male to always accept the advances of a female, as well as show signs of respect for her strength and status. Who was I to refuse?

“Of course, my Maloko." I kissed the side of her muzzle before moving from my spot. She stood up and beckoned me to the back room with sashaying steps. Her reference to a proper greeting was more of a tease or an excuse for something intimate. However, a proper greeting didn't mean a handshake to spotted hyenas. When two adults met one another, it was commonplace and expected for the lower status adult to respectfully kneel down and gently stroke the phallus of the adult with higher status. It was a bizarre ritual in my mind, but it reinforced certain roles and made sense why they never covered themselves. Males were almost always lower in status than females; but the hierarchy amongst females was complex and occasionally competition could turn fierce.

Once in the back room, Maloko untied her loincloth and set it aside, not that it would make any difference if she wore it or not. Her tail swished excitedly despite her calm demeanor. Unable to resist, I walked up to her and ran my hands down her spotted back, enjoying every contour of her figure. The sound of rainfall outside set up a romantic mood.

“Mmmm." A pleasant hum rumbled on her throat.

“You're lucky I enjoy pampering you so much." I remarked in a soft voice as I tenderly rubbed her.

“I am." She warmly agreed. “I couldn't have found anyone better." Maloko turned around and leaned forward to kiss me. Our lips met together, her furry ones to my naked ones, as they had many times before. The heat and warmth were irresistible as her earthy scent made my nose tingle. I coddled her furry cheek in hand, noting the powerful muscles in her jaws. Her muzzle wasn't sleek like a vixen's or brusque like a lioness's; but somewhere in between at just the perfect size. My pale nose pressed against her dark damp nose, but I felt a brief shudder pass through me as a sturdy canine tooth brushed over my chin. The power in her bite alone was enough to send shivers up my spine, but the pleasure she could deliver with her tongue would make my entire body spasm.

My other hand ventured lower and ruffled the soft spotted fur of her side before reaching her hip. We teetered back and forth on our feet and paws as her hips gave a few provocative bumps into mine. Through all of our building passions we managed to sit down on a zebra pelt together. Maloko broke off the kisses and rested her jaw atop my head, hoping I would focus on other parts of her body instead. Kissing wasn't very prominent in hyena romance, so I wasn't dissuaded in the slightest.

My gaze traveled slowly down her naked body at new delights to enjoy. I traced my hands from her sides to her lovely breasts hanging so perfectly for me. Massaging both, I reveled in their softness, and the access she gave me. I gently pinched the brown skinned flesh atop each feminine mass, earning more than one high pitched whine. I heard her huff deeply before briefly arching her back, pressing her breasts into my hands even more.

Even as no words were spoken between us, I knew what she wanted even more. After several moments of fondling, I trailed one hand over her belly and down towards her lap and awaiting unique anatomy. The obsidian dark skin was warm and fleshy, yet smooth to the touch. In its flaccid state, it resembled my own manhood, albeit much darker and larger. The blunt end made for an easier entrance for a male wishing to mate. Albeit, the entire process was a bit tricky.

“Aahh." She gritted her teeth as I tenderly rubbed her soft sensitive flesh. Her hands gripped my back as her next breath came quickly. I could feel her length growing in my hand, making it even easier to stroke. It thickened and grew with every pulse until it became fully erect, standing proudly at an angle, throbbing in time with her heartbeat. The erotic sight reminded me of how I felt during arousal.

“Ohh. Oh!" Her hips rolled as I let go. Seeing her length freely throb and jerk with desire greatly aroused me. The panting above my head stopped and from the corner of my eye I saw teeth emerge as her jaws opened wide. Maloko gripped me loosely and delivered a gentle love bite to my entire shoulder as a subtle warning not to play games with her.

“Hold on." I told her and returned both of my hands to her throbbing spire. I felt her entire length jump as contact was renewed. Maloko sighed as I began slowly stroking her rigid throbbing member once again, but with both hands this time. Maloko leaned back and watched me pleasure her with a content expression. Seeing that look on her face made me grin proudly. It was odd how I was basically “jerking her off," but I could honestly relate to it. She was just as quick to finish like a male, but had far more endurance like a woman.

“Ungh!" A guttural grunt escaped her lips as my hands glided up and down her stiff spire in a gentle twisting motion. Despite her regal composure, Maloko soon devolved into a mess of moans and passionate whines. Her entire length jerked and jumped as her hips humped the air from my skillful strokes.

“Y-yes!! There!" Her groaning husky voice reached a fever pitch as her claws dug into the floor. I kept up a quick pace and felt her phallus flex rigidly as she came. Deep pulsating throbs resulted in a clear fluid oozing from her blunt tipped phallus. Maloko was panting when it was all over. Only then did I finally release my grip.

While my mate caught her breath, I discarded my pants, freeing my own length that was painfully hard with arousal.

“I see that your blood is hot too…" Maloko murmured with a grin at the sight of my manhood.

“You bet." I shifted forward so that my length and her gradually softening pseudo penis pressed hotly together. I craned my neck down to her and bumped my hips, creating an intimate frottage while we kissed. Her wide tongue washed over my own as teeth bumped into my skin. I rubbed her breasts and pinched her brown nipples receiving a lustful growl in response. Her strong hands held my back, preparing to get rough if she so desired.

It wasn't often I could get a female hyena to lay on her back, but this was a special case.

Glancing down, her length had softened up enough for me to penetrate her.

“Ready?" I asked breathlessly.

“Yes." Panting heavily, she watched me hold her flaccid member and line it up to my erect length. With skillful hands through much practice, I lined up my tip to hers and pressed forward. The blunt opening yielded as I penetrated her fleshy tube. The inner walls were slick and wet, but also warm and smooth to the point where I nearly glided inside. Pressing deeper, her member scrunched shorter until I finally reached her true interior. However, I had kept my eyes off the beautiful hyena far too long, who was patiently waiting.

Maloko turned the tables on me once I had thrusted inside her. The spotted hyena rose up and pushed me flat onto my back. Blinking, the lovely hyena hovered over me as if I was the zebra pelt coming back to life.

“Surprised?" She asked.

“Not at all." I grinned, even though I was surprised. The spotted hyena smirked and positioned her hands beside me. Her lovely breasts were freely hanging above me. Glancing down, I was still inside her, but she had a full range of movement now. I knew what was to come and had no intentions of stopping her.

Maloko took command and began pumping her hips up and down. Her pseudo penis resembled a fleshy suctioning tube now; gripping my length as she pulled up, and retracting when she pressed down. The sensation was far more pleasurable than anything I could describe. A subtle slick sound filled the back room as we mated. The slick friction led to a quick rise in pleasure, and it took little time for my member throbbing and thrusting inside her to reach a new height of pleasure. Everything felt too good to slow down.

“I'm close!" I warned her, but the hyena's eyes were closed as her tongue lolled out freely. Watching her pleasured expression and breasts bounce as she rode my lap was enough to send me over the edge. I came with a forceful thrust that had us both moaning. Every throbbing pump sent a blissful sensation through my entire body until I had nothing left to give, but my mate was still pounding from above.

“Gah! Slow down!" I held her hips. She felt me softening up and stopped grinding. Heavy breaths and panting filled the room as we remained idle.

“You're done?" She huffed. I briefly nodded in response as my heart still raced. Maloko rose up on her knees and my flaccid length slipped out after a quick tug. I was utterly spent in more ways than one. Maloko laid down beside me and nuzzled up close to my side.

“Was I too rough?" She asked with concern in her voice.

“No, of course not." I gave her a questioning look. “You were perfect. One bite to the shoulder is nothing." I joked causing her to laugh.

“I like to nibble when you let go." She chuckled and licked the same spot where she had softly bitten me. Even though there were moments where she even intimidated me, there was no one else in the village who would defend me with her ferocity. She truly loved me, and I was happy to love her in return. Laying together on the zebra pelt, we shared each other's warmth mostly in silence. A few words were mumbled, but the shared afterglow spoke for itself. Maloko's large ears perked up as the subtle hiss of rainfall returned.

“It's raining again." She murmured.

“When did it stop?" I hadn't noticed.

“When we started." Maloko wittily replied. “But since the rain has begun again…" Her claw bearing hand traced down my chest to just above my groin before stopping.

“Don't think I can go again so soon!" I could decipher that sneaky look in her pretty eyes. “Have some mercy." I pleaded and laughed. Maloko chuckled a characteristic hyena laugh and settled back down with me. I felt relief as her soft fur warmed my skin.

“I will never wear you out like a whip." She hummed contently and traced her hand back over my chest. “I love every moment that we spend together."

“I do too." I grabbed ahold of her hand, and held her only to realize something else.

“Hmm?" She felt me move.

“The food will get cold." I remembered.

“The food can wait." Maloko pulled me back into her arms. “You will get cold if you aren't snuggled close to me." I settled back down with her without fussing. She'd relent after a while, but there wasn't any rush on my part. There was nothing, not even food, that could replace these intimate moments that we deeply shared. I closed my eyes and listened to her relaxed breathing as the subtle sounds of rainfall outside filled the rest of the house with peace. There was nowhere else I wanted to be in the entire world.