Hunter Hunted

"Hey, that ass is looking better every day, can I bite it?" Ruaha said to Savanna just before entering the gym.

The cheetah replied with her middle finger. The door frame brought them close enough for the hyena to sniff. The scent of sweat she gave off was intoxicating.

The gym was almost empty. Only three people she didn't know were splitted up among the machines like territorial creatures dividing their territories. Electronic music was blaring, as it usually did in gyms. Ruaha put on her headphones and walked over to the stationary bikes. Out of morbid curiosity, she sniffed the seat, but it was clean. She was disappointed. She adjusted the weight and pedaled while the shrill tunes of Iron Maiden echoed in her ears. She was tired, it had been a long day. Her only consolation was that the weekend was coming. She took out all her frustration on the pedals, and when her legs felt the pleasant burn of the work she had done, she headed for the weights. The physical exertion helped to relieve the stress that everyday life was causing her. She was a hyena of short temper, which made it easy to get on her nerves. Yes, exercise was one way for her to relax. There were others, more fun. She looked at the other three without much pretense. A gazelle with big breasts that bounced on the treadmill. A little rabbit doing sit-ups in front of the mirror, looking at himself every time he went up. And a fossa doing weights. He wasn't very burly, but Fossas were known for other, *coff coff*, "qualities". Maybe she could check them out.

After wiping the sweat from her brow, she raised one of her arms and smelled her armpits. Was it weird that she liked the scent? In truth, training always started her engines. The body heat, the sweat, the racing of her heart... It was not uncommon for her to masturbate in the showers, sometimes with witnesses, sometimes with company. A month ago, during a busier time, she had entered the men's room and stroked her pseudopenis in front of them. Of course, she did not allow them to approach, so they had no choice but to fap like her. Ruaha undoubtedly enjoyed giving orders, being the boss, the hunter. The feeling of power gave her an incomparable arousal.

She approached her prey from behind, almost on tiptoe. He worked his triceps with the 5kg dumbbells.

"Excuse me, could I borrow them once you're done?" She asked him.

Naturally, he was startled and jumped off the seat.

"Oops, sorry," she said with a pleased smile, "I thought you saw me."

"Uh, no. No problem. There you have."

He held out his hand. Ruaha held it before taking the dumbbell. Then, without embarrassment, her other hand squeezed his biceps.

"Oh my, you must work out every day."

She was overstating it, those arms looked like a pair of noodles, but if there's one thing a male never refuses, it's flattery. He smiled and looked away, a little embarrassed.

"He he, yeah, I've been working out a lot lately."

"I see," her hand went to his shoulder, "and I bet your whole body is very... hard."

He opened his eyes and looked angry, then stepped back.

"Oh, no, I know what's going on. You heard about the fossas and you want to see it."

Ruaha put her hands on her hips, raised an eyebrow and replied:

"So what?"

They immediately ran to the men's room. After closing the door, he brought his mouth close to Ruaha's. She grabbed his muzzle and shut it.

"Sorry to disappoint you hottie, but I'm the one wearing the pants here. Speaking of pants, why don't you pull yours down for me?"

He swallowed and unbuckled his belt. Ruaha had no preference between male, female or non-binary, but males were much easier to convince and dominate. They tend to want sex no matter what the conditions, thus making them good prey. Ruaha pulled down her pants and sat on the sink. Her pseudopenis became erect and struggled to escape her panties. The fossa finished undressing.

"That's it, good boy. Ya know, my paws are really sweaty, why don't you get down on your knees and wipe them?"

"That's not what I li..."

Ruaha put a toe of her paw over his lips.

"Shh. It's not a question, silly," the finger slid into his mouth, "it's tasty, salty."

The Fossa obeyed. He knelt down and began to stroke her paw pads with his fingers, then ran his tongue between them. Ruaha quickly removed her bra, brought her hand to one of her nipples, and fondled it as she smiled.

"That's it. Good boy. Now it's my turn. I want to see that fossa cock."

They traded places. A small red tip protruded from the fossa's sheath. Ruaha sniffed it first. The smell was strong. He was one of those who fapped, cum in his underwear, and didn't change it. Her favorite. Ruaha began to stroke the sheath, slowly the tip came out to the knot. It felt big, rough.

"Go on, show your mistress that fossa cock."

"If you use your tongue, it'll come out easier," he said, more like a plea. It must be bigger than Ruaha thought.

The hyena sighed.

"Fine, you win. But don't get used to it."

She began to lick the tip. With her tongue she felt the pre he had just shot. It was tasty, though she would never admit it. Her tongue went down to the sheath and dipped into it, as if she was poking the last of the ice cream in the cone. The taste was very strong, salty, and it reeked. It was more than she could handle. Her pseudopeen peeked out of the top of her panties, and Ruaha began stroking the tip as she continued to lubricate the fossa with her saliva. The knot came out and with it a drop of pre which landed on her nose. Ruaha ran her fingers along the length of the cock. The knot was prickly, like a cat's. But there seemed to be more. Ruaha kept licking the tip and stroking the sheath as she masturbated faster and faster. One of her fingers slipped inside the still erect pseudopenis. Another bearded knot popped out of the sheath. It was an impressive sight. Ruaha ached to feel it inside her, but she was not submissive. And even if she were, she would need an entire bottle of lube to get it inside her.

As Ruaha watched the spectacle, stunned, and masturbated, the Fossa leaned forward and put a hand behind her neck, trying to guide her mouth to that huge piece of bearded meat. Ruaha grabbed his wrist and twisted it.

"What the hell are you doing, you scum?"

She squeezed harder. He made a pained face. Ruaha released him.

"Never touch me again. I'll touch you."

Ruaha decided to do something she hadn't done before. She took off her sweatshirt and the bra that still hung loosely down her back and positioned her two tits around the dick. They weren't overly voluptuous, but they'd do. The only problem was that she couldn't masturbate because she needed both hands to complete the circle. Before she could do anything, the fossa began moving his hips up and down. She was about to tell him off again, but the feeling of that penis with two spiked knots going up and down between her breasts felt so good. So she forgave him. Droplets of pre-cum ran down the length of his cock to wet her tits. And the smell was incomparable. Ruaha could see the penis bobbing up and down just millimeters from her mouth. Why not, she licked the tip first to taste the tip, but soon she had the whole glans in her mouth. Ruaha was breathing more and more excitedly, she wanted to masturbate but could not. And the penis was scratching her tits like she hadn't expected. However, her hands were still near her nipples, so she began to pinch them hard. If she kept it up, maybe she could...

The fossa then moaned loudly and grabbed the back of her head with both hands. Ruaha struggled to free herself, but then she felt the cum enter her mouth. One, two, three, four, four, five hot spurts filled her muzzle. She wanted to pass it to him with a tongue kiss, but when she felt her cheeks full, she had no choice but to swallow it sonorously. When the fossa released her, she grabbed him by the throat.

"You little shit, I hope you're ready for your punishment."

Ruaha climbed onto the sink, her legs spread over the fossa's hips, and took his head in her hands.

"Open your mouth, come on, say 'ah'."

He gulped down saliva and obeyed. Without releasing him, she maneuvered her hips and slid the tip of the pseudopeen into his mouth. Then, without asking permission, she pushed it in as far as she could. And pulled it out to the tip. Aided by the grip, she began to fuck his face. Faster and faster, harder and harder, while the sound of his head against the mirror could be heard.

"That's it, you little shit! This will put you in place."

The fossa grabbed her legs to slow the onslaught, but to no avail. Finally, Ruaha pushed it all the way in and came. Her legs shook and a stream of saliva came from her mouth as she gasped from her orgasm.

There was a crunching sound as they both tried to catch their breath. Before they had time to react, and due to the curled up position they were in, they both fell to the floor as the sink collapsed. Fortunately, Ruaha was able to pull the pseudopeen out of the fossa's throat before they hit the ground, or he would've bitten it off. Three streams of water flowed from the spouts that had once been connected to the faucets. Shards of metal and porcelain littered the bathroom floor. As they stood and surveyed the mess, the mirror committed suicide as well.

"Get the hell out of here. And don't ever come back," the gym owner shouted angrily.

"I already told you, I'll pay you."

"It's not just for that!" she pounded the table angrily. "We've already had several complaints about what you like to do in the bathrooms, so if you come back, we'll call the police."

Thus Ruaha was expelled. Now there was only one thing left to do: find another gym.
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The first new gym she visited was far from her apartment, but close to the university. Maybe she could combine it with her coursework and stop by before or after class. Her dreams were shattered when she saw that it was all girls. Yes, fucking a pussy was a pleasure Ruaha couldn't deny, but she liked male asses too. Like the fossa's, although she couldn't penetrate it.

The second was more promising. It was above a bar, so she would have two hunting grounds in one. The location was central, so it was easy to find transportation, even if it wasn't that close. And his friend Iberá had recommended it, but she had to promise to behave herself. She entered the bar first so that she would have access to the stairs. The atmosphere in the bar was quiet. The waitress with whom he exchanged glances had dreadlocks and earrings in her camelid ears. Ruaha couldn't see if she also had a camel toe because she was behind the counter. The gym seemed to have been designed by the same decorator. They probably shared an owner. The creamy colors and the rather chaotic arrangement of the machines gave the place an air of a family business. Now she understood why Iberá liked it. That, and Bob Marley's voice blaring from the speakers, combined with the maned wolf's hippie vibe. Ruaha didn't like reggae, but she preferred it to electronic music.

There were more people than she had expected. She counted six people at a glance. One of them, a siamese cat, seemed to be the manager. It didn't take a genius to know he was gay. Everything told her, his tight clothes, his posture, the way he moved. Maybe that was another reason why Iberá came here, to train with this guy. Ruaha talked to him, paid the first month's fee and changed her clothes.

She approached the bar to do push-ups. Soon two girls approached and tried to make conversation with her, she turned them down as politely as possible with the excuse that she didn't have much time and put on her headphones to prevent someone else from trying to be nice. She had to get it right. No more mistakes, just training. In any case, she would take her prey elsewhere to eat.

After twenty pushups, she stepped off the bar and grabbed her water bottle. As the first chords of "The Animal I Have Become" began to ring in her ears, her eyes fell on a figure walking up the stairs. She squeezed the bottle and a splash flew through the air as she stared at the Roman sculpture in front of her: a Doberman, a head and a half taller than she was, massive, broad, so wide that his white t-shirt might rip into shreds if he tensed his muscles a little. Ruaha could even see his protruding nipples. And the equally tight pants did nothing to hide the size of his balls. Ruaha chuckled at the thought of how big his red rocket must be.

"No, focus," she thought. "I can't risk losing another gym."

The doberman bent down to drop a bag on the floor, and Ruaha saw his steel buttocks.

"Then again, my genitals need exercise too."

Ruaha approached the prey, just as she had done with the  fossa. The doberman lay down on the table and picked up a huge weight of...OMG, 40kg on each side, and began to lift and lower it effortlessly. Ruaha leaned back on the iron where the weight rested and looked down at him with a smile.

"Hi, I'm new here and I was wondering if you could show me a good exercise routine. I can tell at a glimpse that it's something you know very well."

He put the weight back, sat, looked her up and down and said.

"Sorry, I don't have much time and I'm already behind on my routine."

He then put on a pair of headphones and continued to work on those sinewy arms.

"Hey, that's my excuse," Ruaha complained, crossing her arms.

"I can't hear you, bye," the doberman replied loudly and without looking at her.

Ruaha walked away, bared her teeth, and said to herself, "Well, if you think I'm going to give up, you're sorely mistaken.

Ruaha feigned interest in the two girls who had approached her earlier. One was a bunny named Prairie, with white fur and red eyes. The other was a sabertooth, with long hair and kind eyes. Both were very fuckable girls, but Ruaha had become fixated on the doberman. Thanks to them, she found out the days and times he was there and, oh, coincidentally, she started going on those days as well.

She shot at him with every weapon in her arsenal, but he had the Konami code active because no bullet got through his defenses. If she ignored him, he ignored her. When she tried to talk to other people around him about what she thought were his interests, she got no response either. She tried other senses, perfume, sweat, humming songs he might like. She even tried to make him angry by leaving the machines sweaty when she knew he would be the next to use them, but he just wiped them with a towel before moving on.

After a month, exhausted more from failed strategies than physical exertion, she gave up. She even felt weaker, all because she was more focused on getting into the doberman's pants than on training. After one session of doing nothing but exercising, she went to the bathroom. She didn't want to shower, so she settled for a little wetness under her armpits. She heard the door.

"Prairie, is that you?"

The sound of the key locking the door was the answer. The smell of testosterone filled her nostrils and made her swallow saliva. There was a presence behind her. She didn't have to turn around, she knew exactly who it was.

"Gave up yet, tiny hyena?"

She let out a forced chuckle and slowly turned around.

"Not at all. It's a tactical pause."

"Too bad. Desperation is very..." he sniffed the air with his eyes closed before concluding, "attractive."

"Good, because it turns me on to turn doms into subs. Want to see how I do it?" she boasted, but the truth was she was quite nervous.

He replied with a sarcastic smile and took off his shirt. The scent was... it was so strong. He was an alpha male. But so was she. So was she...

"Why don't you be a good hyena and take off my pants?"

Ruaha hadn't looked away from his dark eyes, for a moment she lowered her gaze and saw his stone body. It wasn't one of those cardboard muscles from the movies, no. These were real, sinewy ones. Ruaha swallowed spit.

"Oh, no, it's me who has the power, it's me who gives the orders."

He stepped forward. Their bodies touched. Ruaha stepped back, her back against the wall.

"Are you sure?"

A hand caressed her cheek, then closed around her throat. It didn't squeeze, but it didn't leave her escape route either. Given the situation, Ruaha did the logical thing: she kneed him in the balls. The doberman let out a muffled yelp, let her go, bent down and put both hands on the affected area. Ruaha could have run away, but a hunter doesn't flee just because the prey thinks it can defend itself.

"Well, if you don't want another hit, you'll have to do as I say. Drop your pants."

The doberman, now on his knees and holding his balls, looked at her spitefully.

"Come on, or I'll have to teach you again..."

The doberman grabbed her leg and pulled. Ruaha lost her balance and slid down the wall until she fell into a sitting position. Then he pulled again to bring her closer to him. He stood over her, grabbing both sides of her hips, and they both stared at each other, intense expressions on their faces. Immediately they kissed on the lips as they tore at each other's clothes in a wild, passionate dance. Soon they were both naked, like animals. Ruaha was still beneath him, both hands resting on either side of her head, preventing her from moving. Watching the beast dominate her felt... it felt so arousing. Although she would never admit it.

The beast looked at her for a moment, then went back to kissing her, penetrating her with his hot, slimy tongue. Meanwhile, his hands massaged her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard. Feeling the squeeze, Ruaha wanted to pull away, but she couldn't move. Her hands gently stroked his pecs, and in a fit, or perhaps in revenge, or simply because she had turned into a wild animal, she dug her nails into his flesh and scratched him. Drops of blood slid down her fingers and fell on her. He didn't get angry, he ran a finger over the wound, licked the blood and smiled. Then he stroked her gently until he reached the pseudopenis, which was fully erect and dripping vaginal fluid over her navel. He squeezed it as if to see what it was.

"Are you trans?"

"No, you idiot, I'm a spotted hyena. It's a pseudo penis."

He stepped back a little and looked at it like a child who had just discovered a new toy. Ruaha started to stand up, but he stopped her with a hand on her belly and forced her to lie down. He brought his nose close to the pseudopeen and sniffed it.

"Ouch, your nose is cold. Do you have any idea how sensitive my member is?"

"Oh, yeah? So if I do this..."

His tongue enveloped Ruaha's sex and moved slowly to the tip. The tickling sensation made her giggle. She was so turned on. She didn't know how long she could take it.

"And how does it work? Let's see."

Without any finesse, he dipped one of his fingers into the tip.

"Ouch, no, not like that, it has to retract!"

He kept pushing until his pseudo penis folded all the way inside her body. Ruaha let out a scream as she felt the violence he was exerting and bit her thumb. She had never been dominated like this before. But she didn't want him to stop.

"Now you look like a woman. Let's continue."

He moved back to her torso, grabbed her armpits, sat her against the wall and gave her another kiss, a fleeting one. Ruaha wanted to rebel, but he caught her before she could do anything, sat on her legs, placed one hand on her neck, and with the other masturbated his sheath until the penis, that huge throbbing red mass, reached its full length. Ruaha struggled, but she could not escape. There was nothing she could do to stop what was coming, and even if she could, she wasn't sure she wanted to. He guided the tip of his cock to her pseudopeen, now retracted into her body and very wet, and began to rub it. Ruaha clung to the arm that squeezed her throat and dug her nails into it. It was not a form of punishment, more her way of holding on for what was to come. Before penetrating her, he looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Who did you say had the pants on? Come on, I want to hear you."

Ruaha looked away.

"You."

"Huh, was that the wind?"

"You got the pants! Fuck me!"

He laughed out loud. Little by little, the piece of flesh pushed into her. It felt like a hot iron boiling her water. Female hyenas have very good qualities, but being stretch is not one of them. She groaned and pushed as hard as she could, but even then she couldn't get the penis in without pain.

"Shit, you're so tight, it would have been less effort to fuck you in the ass."

Ruaha could not answer the provocations. She was breathing so hard that she barely had room to moan. Drops of saliva trickled down the corners of her mouth, and her nails sliced into the doberman's hard flesh without flinching. Finally, after a mammoth effort, Ruaha felt the knot touch her entrance. The doberman breathed a sigh of relief. He, too, must have been sore from the difference in size, but he seemed to like the pain.

"Here comes the good part."

Slowly he pulled it out. This time the pain was less. She had already stretched a bit. As he put it back in, Ruaha felt her legs shake. And he pulled it out and pushed it in again. Within a few lunges, Ruaha screamed, squeezing hard, cutting more flesh. Droplets of blood trickled down her body, joining the fluid her vagina was releasing with each thrust. She had orgasmed, but he wouldn't stop, going faster and faster.

"P... please... uhhh, stop..."

"Shut up... huff, huff, I'm almost... I'm cumming."

The doberman pushed it in as far as he could, but without getting the knot in, and began to ejaculate. Jets and jets of hot cum filled her like she hadn't thought she was capable of. Ruaha became almost liquid. Her arms dangled, heavy. She didn't collapse because the doberman was still holding her by the neck.

He exhaled, letting her go and relaxing his muscles from exhaustion. Ruaha felt his penis go limp, and when he pulled out, she reacted. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, twisted it and turned it in a judo lock she had learned some time ago. Then she turned and stood at his back.

"You got careless, asshole."

"What the fuck..."

Ruaha squeezed harder. He fell silent.

"Typical, when a man has an orgasm he turns to jelly. Hey, you left my pseudopeen full of cum, I'll give it back to you."

Without releasing the pressure, she used the shreds of clothing to bind his hands and feet. She spread his buttocks, spit on his ass and masturbated her pseudopeen a little to get ir hard. She was dripping with the semen the doberman had left inside her, but there was still plenty left. Without wasting any time, she shoved it all the way in and began to fuck him hard, leaving all the cum plus her own squirt in his guts. It still hurt quite a bit, but quid pro quo was her philosophy, so she didn't stop until the doberman started begging for mercy. The blood from the wounds didn't seem to bother him, but the blood coming out of his poorly lubricated ass did.
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"Ruaha, I'm sorry, but you can't come into this gym anymore."

"God dammit!"