Who’s the boss?
She was walking through a flowery field, her beautiful hair blowing in the summer breeze. There was something in the distance, was it her mother? Impossible to tell. Ruaha wanted to run to catch up to the mysterious figure, but suddenly her feet turned to steel and she couldn't take another step. The leaves became thorns, the day became night, the rose petals became sharp razors.
She awoke with a start. For a moment she felt lost, until she recognized her surroundings. In front of the counter, a broad-hipped gazelle was waving the money. Ruaha looked at the ticket and said listlessly, without a hint of encouragement:
"Three ninety-five."
She snatched the five out of his hand, counted the change, and slammed it down on the counter.
"Thank you," she added as she rubbed her eyelids, "come again soon."
As she attended to the next customer, she wondered if it wasn't too much for her. She was a young spotted hyena, about 19 years old, but her lifestyle meant she slept no more than four hours a night. Studying, working, exercising, and having sex left her exhausted. But she couldn't give up any of it. She wanted to get her degree and gain some independence and freedom. She needed the gym because the way she enjoyed her body depended on her being in shape. Sex, well, sex was everything. Ruaha had multiple open partners, sometimes fucking two or even three men, women, trans or whatever at the same time. She fucked several times a night, sometimes in the bathrooms of the nightclubs she frequented, sometimes in a dark alley, or in her own apartment where she had all the elements necessary to be creative with the flesh. She had even fucked the cop who tried to arrest her when he found her fucking on a public street. That was a good night. Give up sex? No way. The sweat, the beating of two or more hearts to the rhythm of penetration, the intoxicating aromas that bodies give off in those moments, the climax... She could never give it up. And the work, well, it's expensive to live and money doesn't grow on trees. Fortunately, her work partners had been supportive and had never betrayed her. And yes, she had fucked them all. All but one.
After the last transaction and a short break with no customers, Ruaha felt a small tap on her shoulder. She turned to see the manager, an opossum in his late thirties, rather small and with the severity the position demanded. He had scolded her on several occasions, and this was sure to be another.
"We need to talk," he said in a loud voice, his face contorted in anger. Ruaha wanted to hit him, but kept her composure by clenching her fists, "This is the fifth time this week you've fallen asleep in the stall. This is a job, not a hotel! If it were up to me, I would have fired you by now, but the supervisor is defending you and I don't understand why."
"Oh yeah? Well, maybe you should..." Tilcara, a beautiful and very delicate alpaca, stopped her before she could send him to hell. They were good friends, and she was the only one she hadn't done it with. Ruaha considered her too innocent, an angel not to be dragged into her life of lust and bad habits. The possum looked at Tilcara and raised an eyebrow.
"I may not be able to fire you, but I can fire her. All your companions, in fact. Fall asleep again, blink more than the count, and they'll all be fired."
The possum turned away. Ruaha stepped forward, baring her hyaenid teeth, but Tilcara grabbed her hand and squeezed hard. She looked at her, the alpaca shaking her head. She looked worried, but tried to smile anyway and went back to peeling potatoes.
Ruaha would not let this threat go. No one would mess with her friends. She stood in the parking lot, waiting for night to fall. The silence was broken by the soft footsteps of the little worm. Ruaha approached, breathing heavily and clenching her fists. He noticed, turned around in shock, and leaned against the hood of the car as he tried to back away.
"What the..."
"Listen, you little pest," the hyena shouted as she jabbed at him with her accusing finger, "I don't care how much you threaten me, but if you ever say anything about my friends again, I'll shove your manager's plate so far up your ass they'll have to give you a tracheotomy to remove it. I'll take your worthless little balls and squeeze them so hard they'll pop like two dried up balloons, and your tiny little penis, which already has cobwebs on it..."
She looked down. The possum had an erection. Their eyes met, he didn't look angry, more embarrassed, then turned his eyes away. Ruaha understood what kind of person he was and didn't let the opportunity pass.
"Ohh, so you would like me to squeeze those balls, you piece of shit?" Ruaha brought a hand to his crotch and pressed hard, the opossum groaned. "Look me in the eyes when I squeeze you, little rat. Thaaaat's it," she said as she roughly massaged his balls, "look how that tiny penis is throbbing, your panties are wet for sure. You're a bad girl who gets wet when you yell at her, huh? Come here."
She grabbed him by his tie and dragged him nonchalantly to the back of the store. She slammed him against the door; the opossum tried to resist, but she had more strength. That's why she had to stay in shape, so she could fuck little shits like that without mercy. He faced the door, his back to Ruaha. She brought her muzzle close to his neck and whispered a command, "Open the door, worm." He swallowed saliva loudly and obeyed without a second thought. Then Ruaha locked the door and tossed the key into the still-hot fryer. She smelled the possum's fear and excitement, and it turned her on. Ruaha was the dominant in sex, it was what she liked best. She had been submissive a few times, although it hadn't been much fun.
The opossum hadn't said a word since she had assaulted him. It had to be the first time he'd been in a similar situation. Ruaha imagined his search history, 'pegging, prostate orgasm, dominatrix, leather, bdsm...'. Hmm, it turned her on just thinking about it. Who knew the night would be so much fun. She leaned him against the kitchen counter and pointed down with her finger.
"Get down on your knees."
He did so, his eyes wide open. He also bowed his head, even though Ruaha hadn't ordered him to do so. That was not good, she was gonna have to train him and make him a good servant, one who would only obey the commands of his mistress.
"If I order you to do something, you must answer 'Yes, Mistress,' do you understand?"
"Y... yes, Mistress..."
"Very good." She crouched down and forced him to look into her eyes by lifting her head by her hair, then pointed to her chest. "I am the captain now." 
He looked down and said:
"Yes, mistress."
"Good girl," she said as she patted his cheek, "now raise your hands above your head and cross your wrists." 
Ruaha unhooked her purse and pulled out her emergency BDSM kit. Since an encounter could surprise her at any moment, it was necessary to be prepared. She pulled a pair of handcuffs from her kit and cuffed her new slave to the oven handle before he had time to react. The next item he showed him was the lube as she smiled and showed all her teeth. His eyes were wide open and he looked anxiously at the box, but it wasn't that big, and if there was a dildo inside, it wouldn't be bigger than his own dick. Ruaha imagined that was his thought. Of course, not everyone knew the anatomy of a spotted hyena, so she always enjoyed the look of concern and surprise on the other's face when she pulled down her pants. So she did. Her pseudo penis was retracted, but it erected almost immediately. And it was large, very large. Oh yes, Ruaha prefers to be the one who penetrates. Her pseudopenis is very sensitive, perhaps even more so than a male penis, and to feel it slowly sink deep into a virginal asshole is an indescribable pleasure.
"Oh, no, no..." He mumbled a prayer as he struggled to free himself from the handcuffs.
Ruaha slapped him and closed his muzzle tightly with her hand, brought her mouth close to his ear and said:
"You are not behaving properly, little bitch. Never mind, a good mistress knows how to treat her slaves."
With her sharp claws, she tore his expensive, clean shirt to shreds. She took a piece of his sleeve and gagged him. He resisted at first, and it was hilarious to see his dick pulsating wildly as he struggled to keep his voice. Finally he gave in, what little was left of his mind shattering into a thousand pieces as he allowed himself to be gagged. Removing his pants was like peeling a limp, flaccid banana. At the contact with the light, his little member pulsed and a pearl-like drop of pre-cum slid smoothly down the short length to the base of his balls. Ruaha knew that if she stroked it, if she brought her mouth just a little closer, he would come. He was that excited. She cupped his balls in his hand and squeezed lightly. The dick throbbed again.
"Oh, I bet you always wanted to be used as nothing more than an object, that every night your wife would spread her legs in front of you and you would beg, 'No, I want to be bottom, I want to be ridden'. And now that your prayers have been answered, you praise me like a goddess," she squeezed a little harder, he moaned and his legs turned inward, "I'd love to hear you beg, but I won't risk removing the gag and hearing you cry like the sasssy bitch you are. Not yet. Now..."
Ruaha took the lube and smeared it over her pseudopeen like mustard over the sausages they sold. Then she stroked it, spreading the oily liquid well. It felt so good to rub her fingers over her genitals, activating her nervous system with every molecule and sending stimulus signals to her hypothalamus. Hey, maybe she would pass the biology I exam after all.
She nuzzled and smiled again before lifting her slave's legs, exposing the anus that winked at the sight of her. She placed her lubricated finger on his asshole, causing him to jump, but Ruaha calmed him with a "Shhhhh". She began to make circles, feeling the roughness of his contour. Then, without permission or warning, she pushed the finger in. He flopped around like a fish out of water. Ruaha began to laugh as she slid the second finger in. It was so tight, even after a few minutes of fingers in and out, it wouldn't stretch.
"Alright, I guess there's no point in waiting any longer," she concluded as she slid the tip of her pseudopeen into her boss's ass.
He shook his head, squirmed a bit more, and began to kick like a child about to have its temperature taken. Ruaha snorted, grabbed one of his legs and put it under her arm, squeezing hard. She left the other free for the moment, needing the hand to guide the rocket into the hangar. A characteristic of female hyenas is that their pseudopeen is quite large and difficult to operate without guidance. As she felt the cavernous outline of the opossum, she began to press. He mumbled unintelligible things as he frantically scrambled around. The tip went in. Then, little by little, the rest followed. He stopped struggling. Ruaha looked into his eyes. He focused on the pleasure of feeling his insides being caressed, stretched and pounded by the huge hyaenid member. A trickle of saliva fell from his open mouth, the piece of cloth completely soaked. Then there was a pause. He looked up, wondering why Ruaha had stopped.
"It's all in. That wasn't so hard, was it?" She explained as she gently stroked his cheek. "Now for the good part."
Ruaha moved her hips back, slowly pulling the pseudopeen out and pushing it forward. Again she went all the way in. Slowly she picked up the pace. With each stroke, the possum's penis released a little bit of pre. After a few minutes, and as his tears fell, a mixture of pleasure and pain, the pre was replaced by cum. Ruaha laughed as she fucked him faster and faster, partly from the pleasure of seeing him subdued, moaning like a girl and rolling around, and partly from the tickling sex, because, to repeat, she was very sensitive.
After half an hour of fucking, and with his asshole and mind completely destroyed, the possum was begging to come. You could see it in his eyes. Some men can orgasm from prostate stimulation alone, but some cannot. This had to be the latter. For Ruaha, it was a blessing because it meant she could use him for as long as she wanted. But she was also about to reach her limit. Now she was sweating and moaning louder and louder. Picking up the pace, she began to fuck him harder and harder, covering the entire length of her pseudo penis. The thrusts were so strong that the possum's head began to bang against the oven door, the metallic sound adding to the liquid from the lubricant. Then came the climax. Ruaha shoved her pseudopeen as far as she could and held her breath as the indescribable sensation built, bursting like a hose as her legs and even part of her torso shook. She put her hands on the oven's gate, the possum's head resting between them, and took a few agitated breaths. She looked into his eyes, smiled again, and stepped back. The pseudopeen came out, followed by a stream of squirt that formed an ever-growing puddle.
Ruaha looked down at her bitch's poor penis, throbbed desperately for relief, and yanked the gag off.
"Beg."
"Please..."
"No, you little bitch. This is not a favor."
He averted his eyes for a moment, almost ashamed of it all, but finally accepted the submission, "I implore you, Mistress!"
"That's the way I like it."
Ruaha barely touched the penis and it squirted two or three times. The possum then moved his cuffed hands, indicating to Ruaha that he wanted to be released. She went to the fryer and lifted the grate - the oil had cooled - took the key with a paper napkin, wiped it clean and showed it to her bitch.
"Before I release you, I think we need to come to an agreement. First, this never happened, you can say you walk funny because you have hemorrhoids or whatever. Second, you will NEVER threaten my friends again. Third, I will continue to treat you as my boss, but you and I both know who really calls the shots when the lights go out. Is that a deal?"
The possum sighed before answering, "Yes."
Ruaha rolled her eyes and slapped him.
"Yes, mistress."
"That's more like it." Ruaha let him go and dressed. "Go away and pretend to be the one wearing the pants. But remember, you are mine."
"Yes, mistress," he said as he walked away, but then stopped. "Huh, is the inspector defending you because...?"
Ruaha smiled and left without answering him. The inspector is a good bitch, he likes pawplay and being pissed in the face.