Hyena On The Bus or Lion Nibbling On My Toes
By tannim
June 15, 2010

	Kharnak wiped his brow as he climbed onto the shuttle bus.  It was fuckin' HOT.  The Florida humidity was murder with the heat.  The lion slumped into a seat and fanned himself with his folder.  He was glad that it hadn't been a heavy book day.  A glance across the aisle and he stopped fanning himself.

	Across from him, a large hyena, stared at him.  She was buff, her muscles bigger than his with better definition.  Her breasts filled out her short tank top well, more than filled out with her nipples poking very visibly out in front.  It was plastered to her body with sweat clearly outlining them.  Kharnak let his gaze drift, as she obviously wanted it to, downward, where his eyes widened at the sight of her sweat soaked shorts.

	At least, to the long fully outlined bulge running along the front of them.  The lion looked back to her chest and realized that she was very aroused.  He could even smell her heat from across the shuttle.  She leaned down and tugged on her track sneakers.  A hot gasp escaped her throat as it came off, a second later the sock followed.

	His strong nostrils took in that amazing feminine odor.  The stink of sweat wafting off of her from her pits to her feet overwhelmed him.  Kharnak felt his muzzle drooling and wiped it to try to hide it.  She shook her head and brushed the hair out of her eyes, still staring at him.

	"Well, aren't you going to offer to rub them for me?" The hyena's pseudo-penis flexed in her tight sweaty shorts. "Now."

	Kharnak stiffened at the promise of force in that one word and tone.  He set his folder down and more openly looked at her before scooting to the edge of his seat.  The lion reached out to grasp her foot only to have her pull it away with a growl.

	"I said OFFER to rub them.  But, fuck it, you don't have to offer." She scooted closer, leaned back, and pushed her foot directly against his face across the aisle.  "NOW rub it."

	The hyena's strong foot odor wafted over him.  It was spicy with her sweat, fragrant with dust and sock dirt.  A hint of old cum in the mix made him take a deeper sniff made him shift his own feet.  As if she wasn't visibly sexy enough, her scent and aggressiveness was intoxicating.  He took another deep sniff, his eyes locked on her toes, at first.

	"My name's Dallas.  You'll be my foot rag for this trip." She laughed and bent down to remove her other shoe and sock.

	Kharnak's eyes followed her movement and ended up staring at her stiff hyena pseudo-dick.  The jerked lower, though couldn't see beyond the foot scrubbing over his muzzle as Dallas pressed her other hot sweaty foot into his belly fur.  She slid it under his loose shirt and scrubbed that foot musk into his abs.  Her own shapely abs shifted with her legs as she worked both feet.

	The lion felt her claws scratch his muzzle and he had to re-focus on the foot in front of him.  He pulled back a bit, then played his lips down her foot.  It seemed to please her greatly as she let her claws up.

	Dallas' muzzle curled into a sneer, then changed to a smirk. "Pants open and flop it out, kitten."

	She didn't say why, he didn't ask.  All Kharnak could think to do was scrabble at his pants button, fumble with the zipper, and let himself out.  A deep grunt of bliss escaped his throat at the sudden pressure of her hot foot squeezing his stiff lionhood to his belly.

	The hyena didn't bother with foreplay, she simply ground her firm foot pads into his stiff cock and drug them up and down.  Dallas saw no reason for subtlety and he didn't mind at all.  The small hairs on his shaft, his spines, scratched along that rough foot and stimulated them both well.

	Kharnak wondered if he should try using his own feet on her, but she seemed to be enjoying herself just stroking her sweat soaked feet on him and watching him mewl like a kitten under them.  He sniffed at her foot and toes as deeply as though they were a flower.  His hips thrust into her pumping foot, but he seemed to focus as more on the pungent odors from her feet.

	Dallas watched the lion, she always found the way their lips curled up when they wanted to scent something intimately.  Her feet worked over him playfully.  Both sets of claws scratched through his fur just short of too hard.

	His erection felt pleasant on her foot, even more so when she pinched her toes around it and bend it down. Kharnak's balls flopped off the edge of the seat as he scooted closer to her.  The rough pads drug along the back of his glans firmly and he couldn't keep his hips still.

	Dallas shook her head, males were so easy to tease.  Her foot stroked slower, his nose inhaled deeply, his lips kissed and trapped her big toe.  The hyena stroked her cock through the fabric at that. She loved males who knew their place, they were so cute worshiping her as she played with them.

	Kharnak felt himself losing it.  Her strong musk, both from her feet and her genitals, tickled his lusty senses even more than her foot on his maleness.  The extra glans polishing built him faster, but it was her scent as much as the stroking that finally pushed him over.

	Dallas let up on his cock as soon as she saw him buck in orgasm.  His shaft swung up and slapped his belly just as the first jet of semen sprayed out.  It landed on her leg, but the rest spurted over his belly and ran down into his pubic hair.  

	Kharnak sucked hard on her toe while he rode the pleasure of his orgasm.  Her sour taste was a perfect compliment to it while his hips bucked wildly at nothing.  The orgasm felt unsatisfying by the lack of her foot to rub against.  He sniffed deeper, slightly dizzy from all the sniffing he'd already done, but then she pulled that foot away too.  His hand tried to grip his cock but she kept it away with her foot.

	"Uh uh, kitten. I like watching them dribble freely." Dallas flashed her teeth and he dropped his hands.

	She rubbed at her nipples, as well as her own shaft, while watching the lion drain his loins onto himself.  Her feet lifted up to stroke over his muzzle while her gaze stayed on his groin.  The hyena knew he'd still smell her musk in his fur long after her feet were gone and glanced up at the bus stopping.

	"Sorry, Kitty, this is my stop."  Dallas stood up, grabbed Kharnak's mane and pulled him down muzzle first into her sweaty crotch.  The tight shorts were stained in the front with her leaking pre.  "Maybe next time I'll enjoy your tight ass." She let go, zipped and buttoned his pants up, and left.

	The lion could only stare at her muscular back and ass while his cum soaked into his pants.  It had all happened so fast and felt so good.  He shook his head and sat reeking of her feet and his own cum.  The rest of the ride home had a few people get on and look at him.  They could smell him.

	Well, he didn't mind. Let them smell him.  He took a deep breath and smiled in a daze.  Maybe a fuckin' hot day wasn't ALL bad.