The friendly hyena
By Strega

The hyena was bigger, more muscular, and certainly stronger than he was, and that's how Mosi knew she was female.  He himself was young and healthy, but at a hundred and twenty pounds he was only two-thirds her size and she would defeat him easily if he challenged her.  He didn't, of course. He didn't even dare approach her, for it was not unheard-of for females to prey on males if the male approached incautiously. You had to let them know you were there and hope for signs of friendship before approaching. Females made the decisions, that's just how things worked in the hyena world.

He'd been following her for some time now, for she was as solitary as he was.  He'd been kicked out of a clan that already had enough males and had been lucky enough to survive the dangers of the savannah. Hunting was dangerous enough but any lion would happily kill a hyena, just as a hyena clan might well kill a lone hyena as a competitor - even one that could be related. The savannah was a pitiless place.
Picking at the remains of the female's meals had kept him in good feed these last few days and Mosi hoped she would soon give him a sign than he might approach.  If he was very, very lucky she might even accept him as a mate, but he would settle for a companion.

For the last few days he had watched her behavior with great curiosity, for he'd never seen a hyena behave like this.  She would approach a man-camp, sit down in view of the slender bipeds within, prick up her ears and wait. He would never have dared it himself, since it was a good way to attract a thrown rock or even a spear, but instead someone inside the thorny wall threw out a bone with a chunk of meat attached.  He watched enviously as she picked the meat from the bone, looked toward the camp in hopes of more, and then picked up the bone and headed back into the savannah. As she left she wagged her tail, something else he'd never seen a hyena do.

To his surprise she looked backed over her shoulder at him when she reached a resting place, dropped the bone and motioned him closer.  Cautiously Mosi approached, and she tossed him the bone with a flip of her forepaw.

"Thank you," Mosi said, and set to crunching up the bone to get at the tasty marrow inside. Hyenas were the top bone-crushers on the veldt and it did not take him long to crunch up and swallow his small meal. There wasn't much nutrition in the bone itself but he made sure not to lose any of the marrow this way and a hyena's stomach is no more troubled by bone than is a python's.

As he ate he kept a wary eye on her and she watched that with amusement. Thankfully she made no untoward movements and soon he sat up facing her, just far enough away to escape if she lunged.  Or so he hoped.  It was a nervous business approaching a strange female but you had to do it if you hoped to be accepted.

"I'm Mosi," he said.  "Thank you for the food."

"Zuberi," she growled.  "You've been following me for a while now."

"The savannah is lonely if you don't have a clan," he said, hoping this was a good opening.  "And I've never seen a hyena do things that you do."

"Ah, the man-camps," she said with a sly grin.  "They hate hyenas, you know. We take their cattle and sometimes even them.  But if you approach them in a friendly way, eventually they start to think of you as a dog."

"And throw you food," he said.

"And think you are safe," she growled.  "I've been working on the local men for several seasons now. Many of them know me and think I am tame.  Would you like to see why I've done all that?"

"I would," Mosi said, and she led him across the savannah for half an hour until they neared another man-camp. They paused once, smelling lions, but none appeared and soon they approached the thorny wall around the camp.

"There are only a few humans here," Zuberi growled.  "I have been coming here for a good while now. Let me see if any are awake."

Mosi watched from the brush as Zuberi walked prick-eared into the clearing around the thorns.  She sat down and wagged her tail, resembling even more a large, awkwardly shaped dog. She was the picture of friendliness and he waited for her to be thrown a bit of food.

Instead, to his surprise, there was a rustling as an opening was made in the thorns and a human came out. To his eye it was a female, for human women had permanent breasts unlike other animals, and he thought it was young.  Maybe just into adulthood, with the dark skin and long limbs he'd come to expect of humans.
The human was carrying a cloth bag and approached Zuberi without fear. She smiled as she leaned forward to pat the hyena female on the head.  Zuberi was right; the humans really did think she was friendly.

Mosi was watching Zuberi to see what she did, sure there was more to this than met he eye.  He was right. He watched as the she-hyena looked past the woman into the camp, seeing if anyone else was watching, and as the human woman leaned down to ruffle Zuberi's fur it happened.

Mosi was half expecting it yet he still jumped, so sudden was Zuberi's movement. As the woman leaned forward Zuberi's muzzle darted upward to meet her, jaws agape. Zuberi straightened her long muscular neck, lunging to meet the human, and with one quick snap snap Zuberi swallowed her to the breasts.

Mosi grinned as Zuberi went about consuming her meal.  He had no love of humans and he covered his muzzle with a paw to hold back the giggle as Zuberi sat back, half a human hanging from her jaws.  With a thrust of her muzzle and a wriggle of her jaws she pushed her maw over the human all the way to the hips. The woman was kicking for her life but she was already half swallowed and as Zuberi lifted her head it took the human's bare feet off the ground.

The long bulge in Zuberi's neck slipped downward as she tossed her head, and the loincloth that covered the woman's middle was gone down her gullet along with the hips. Hastily the she-hyena bolted down her meal, standing to thrust her muzzle forward over the knees and sitting again to swallow once, twice and a third time. Less than a minute after Zuberi's jaws opened she tossed her muzzle a last time. There was a final glimpse of dark skin as the toes followed the rest into her maw, then the wet sounds of swallowing as the bulge moved through Zuberi's neckfur.

A  twitching lump gathered itself in the she-hyena's middle as her human meal curled up in her stomach.  Zuberi stood, sniffing around for anything that might have fallen off her prey, and then picked up the bag in her jaws as she padded back to meet Mosi.

“And that is why I pretend to be friendly,” she growled, and matched his grin with her own. The drooping bulge of human swayed and kicked as they made their way further from the man-camp.  He could see why she had done it the way she had. Hyena tracks were common, even around such camps, and with no sign of blood or body the other humans would have no way to know what had happened to their woman. They might suspect, but all the evidence was in a she-hyena's stomach and in the bag that hung from her jaws.

Eventually she sat, having judged they were far enough from the camp, and nosed the bag open.  As he'd suspected from the smell it contained scraps of gristle and various bones, nothing that appealed to humans but all things a hyena would not turn its nose up at.

She didn't eat, nor offer it to him, but instead turned to Mosi , sniffing. He realized rather late that being so close to a strong female had aroused him. Immediately he hung his head in a show of submission. At least she was fat enough now that he could probably outrun her if she snapped at him.

“Have you ever mated with a human, Mosi?”  He peeked up and was startled to see her roll over onto her back, splaying her hind legs out wide and showing him the still-twitching bulge of human in her middle. Below that were her genitals, which looked very much like his in her un-aroused state.  If she were really interested what looked like her penis would retract and form something his own could enter, but that wasn't what she was offering.

“Of - of course not,” he said, and she motioned him closer with a wave of her paw. “And she's inside you.” But he stepped forward anyway, and as he stepped up over her his unsheathed member slid along the stretched fur of her belly. As he ground himself against it, her forepaws slipped around him, pulling him tight to her body. It was the closest he'd ever been to copulating with a female, and he arched and thrust, feeling the woman squirm on the other side of the fur his cock touched.

Mating with a female hyena was always a chancy business, for she was bigger and stronger and might decide she didn't like you halfway through. They were in charge and knew it and more than one male had learned to his horror she it was not mating she was after. Mosi knew this, but as his lust built he fell into the rhythm of thrusting, giggling back at Zuberi as she grinned.

“This is why I pretend to be friendly,” she whispered, and her paws pulled him close as she suddenly yawned. Mosi's giggle was replaced with a whine of fear and a panicked effort to wriggle free of her grasp, and the whine was cut off as her jaws enclosed his head. Slippery throatflesh slid smoothly over his muzzle and skull, pressing his ears against his neck as her long neck curled down toward her belly. He thrust desperately at her fat belly with his forepaws in the moment before her jaws trapped them to his sides, but failed to squirm free before her maw clamped down. He was still humping instinctively against her human-filled gut as she reached her forepaws down and gripped his rump, beginning to push the rest of him into her throat.

Zuberi was bigger and stronger than Mosi and made short work of her second meal of the evening. He  kicked and struggled she tilted her head up and swallowed, but powerful and well practiced throat muscles gripped him, forcing him deeper into her body despite his desperate efforts to pull free. With his fur sodden with saliva he slipped easily down her throat, his blunt muzzle soon squeezing through a tight muscular obstruction only to slide along a different sort of flesh altogether.

It was the human woman, still somehow alive after minutes in the caustic bath of Zuberi's stomach juices.  The she-hyena must have swallowed air to keep her meal alive for the slimy skin of the woman's buttock moved as his furry muzzle slid along it. With his snout between that meat and the strong muscle of Zuberi's stomach walls he could not open his mouth to bite either of them.  He could only whine as the stink of stomach bile filled his nostrils and two different pulses throbbed through his head, one of the woman who would be digested with him and one of the she-hyena who was swallowing him whole. For a moment something covered his nostrils and he sneezed away the woman's loincloth, which was as sodden as his fur and must have been pulled free of her waist as she went down the throat before him.

Zuberi had him swallowed to the haunches and he kicked helplessly at her belly as with a toss of her jaws she engulfed his hips. His still-hard cock slipped into her gullet and for the first time in his life his shaft was against the soft flesh of a female, albeit in a different orifice than he would have chosen. Without thinking he dug his hindpaws into the stretched fur of her belly and thrust. The pressure of his paw atop his own cheek told him what he was doing but he couldn't help himself. He thrust and thrust, helping push himself down her throat but overwhelmed with lust.  He didn't stop until the grip of her jaws forced his hind legs out straight, and even then he squirmed, wriggling against the walls of her gullet to slide his cock against the salivating walls for that much longer.

He didn't see her smug expression as she tossed her muzzle to gather in the last of him, or the grin as he jaws closed over his hindpaws.  He only felt the push of her tongue and the great contraction of her throat as she swallowed him down, and slicked down with mucus from her wet throat he slid neatly into her stomach. The slide of wet throatflesh over his cock almost made him cum, but the horror of it all let him hold back a little longer.

It was a heavy meal even for a big female and the muscle around him stretched tightly around his furry body and that of the woman.  They were pressed so tightly together that each conformed to the shape of the other, her rump sliding into the hollow of his belly as he draped over her back. His snout was pressed past her ear against her neck and breast and he was wondering if he might have a last meal of human when the slick flesh of her buttocks came to rest against the hollow of his thighs...and against his still rampant erection.

Again his body reacted before he knew what he was doing, arching spasmodically.  By the time he got his forepaws around her waist he was already in her, her warm young flesh tight around his cock. He didn't know which of her holes he was in and he didn't care, just that it was wet and slick with Zuberi's stomach juices. The woman shrieked and thrashed, but there was nowhere for her to go, and he accepted an elbow slamming into his cheek as his lust built and built. He wasn't sure any hyena had ever spent himself in a human.  Maybe he'd be the first, not that anyone would ever know. He just humped, trying to finish before he suffocated.

He breathed in the last sips of air trapped between her body and his as he got his chin against the back of her skull.  That let him open his mouth, sliding his upper jaw over the top of her head. It was an awkward way to start a meal, bending her backwards, but he swallowed her face to muffle the screaming as he thrust his last. He was just working his jaws over her shoulders when he began to shudder.  Zuberi belched at the same moment and Mosi sank into the dark, spurting his seed into the half-swallowed woman even as the slow gurgle of a larger hyena's stomach began to consume him.

Zuberi belched contentedly, belly tight around her double meal. There'd been more activity than usual in there, but then again she'd never swallowed two meals this size one right after the other. Her forepaws squeezed at the bulge, guiding the shapes within her one into the other. She had felt...Musa?  Mirsa?...whatever the male's name was start to swallow the woman, and felt him shudder as he came. She wasn't sure how conscious he was, but her paws helped him swallow the rest. Soon the bulge was more neatly arranged, a hyena curled up around his full belly inside her rather than two bodies pressed against one another.

“See, it's easier to make friends with other hyenas than is with men,” she murmured, and stroked the bulge of swallowed hyena. Maybe he would start to digest the woman before her stomach got that far into dissolving him, and save her a little work.  “And it's just as rewarding.” 

He was the sixth male who had tried to befriend her, and the sixth to make his way down her throat.  Zuberi did not need or want companionship.  Maybe one day she'd pair with other female hyenas, though the last one who'd tried to earn her friendship had ended up where the male was now. Zuberi's stomach didn't care who or what ended up there, it just did its job, and fellow hyenas were treated by it just as it treated humans or any other chunk of meat and bone.

With a last long burp she cleared her guts of air. Zuberi climbed laboriously to her paws, barely able to keep her swollen belly from dragging, and with the food bag hanging from her jaws she made her way heavily back toward her den.  It would take days to digest this double meal, and after that it would be time to make some more friends.