Empty mugs and cups littered the one raucous tavern, their contents either in a drunken patrons belly that left long ago or soaked into the floor. It had been a busy night at the Fat Purse with farmers coming in and spending their profits made by selling away this year's bountiful harvest. There would be a couple more weeks of this, before the frigid winter would force the farmers in doors in for few, stir-crazy months. Field hands were eager to use this final opportunity to enjoy drink and merry making, and Doriane, owner of the Fat Purse, was all too happy to oblige them, or at least force her young help Helaine to.
	Doriane was a large, terrifically curvaceous woman. Her endowments were legendary, even by the standards that judge other cows like her. Her extravagant bosom was largely considered one of Lorient's treasures for both their size and statuesque form, and many believed that it could only be matched by Doriane's own magnificent rear, perfectly plump and lusciously taut. Doriane was fully aware of her reputation and, being a keen businesswoman at heart, wore tight little bodices and blouses, sure to feature a deep valley of cleavage, and dangerously short skirts, barely extending over her rump. Doriane's less carnal features were by no means inferior, with her burgundy fur often likened to the color of a fine wine and her kinky black hair often bobbing as much as her breasts. In short she was an exquisitely robust women, desired by many a gallant in Lorient.
	Helaine was made constantly aware of her manager's lascivious renown, especially on busy nights like the one that just passed. She was a young sheep, barely old enough to no longer be considered a lamb. Though her own charms were far less pronounced then her boss', they were nevertheless adorable in a daintily delightful fashion. Her small but perky breasts reminded men of the advantages of a bust that could actually fit in ones hand. These were matched by a tight behind, sculpted in such a way as if to be symbolic of youth itself. Her wool was snow white, and she took great pains to constantly shear and maintain it, so that it was exquisitely soft and possessed a brilliant shine. But perhaps her greatest asset was an impossibly warm, unbearably adorable smile. It had melted many a ruffian into a puddle and completely stopped more than one bar fight. Unfortunately for the world, Helaine had no occasion to smile, for she was down on her knees and scrubbing the grime off the floor.
	The barmaid couldn't understand why her manager had been so insistent that they clean at such a frightful pace. Normally cleaning time could be an occasion for a leisurely wind-down and decompression from the previous night's business. But this night Doriane was adamant that the tavern was cleaned as quickly as possible. So there Helaine was: scrubbing away like a sailor while her manager scampered about, piling the forlorn mugs and cups onto an increasingly crowded tray.
	"That damn ox, of course he would have to stop by tonight. Ten drinks, ten! How he was able to walk out of here at all is a mystery!" Doriane muttered to herself as she strained to put a few more mugs on her tray.
	Helaine knew better than to remind her manager that that particular ox was probably their best customer. She also knew better than to question her frantic attitude. Doriane was not nearly as bubbly and airheaded as the front she put on for her patrons; quite the opposite in fact. She was almost roguishly shrewd, her every decision made to maximize profit at the Fat Purse. It was one of the reasons Helaine respected her so much, going so far as to make her into a role model. It was this reason that Helaine didn't particularly mind straining her back by stooping down and polishing the wooden floors to a mirror shine.
	"Doriane, I'm finished with the floors." said Helaine with a yawn, tossing the rag over her shoulder.
	"What, floors? Oh yes dear, good. Why don't you take off for the night? I'll finish up here."
	Helaine raised her eyebrows as she dusted off her skirt. Doriane had never let her leave early, even when she had wanted to. But she wasn't going to debate such providence, and began to head for the door. No sooner had she reached it when the door suddenly swung open, nearly knocking her backwards. Years of dodging customers at the tavern had sharpened Helaine's reflexes, and she was able to step backwards in time. Standing in the door frame, eyes glinting like a dagger in the moonlight, was a devilish-looking hyena. His fur looked grey as if it was singed and scars and cuts were plastered all over his body. He wore deep black leather clothing, which Helaine recognized as a type of armor that could protect from blades and even shot on occasion. Around his waist was a belt affixed with several short, stubby daggers, probably used for throwing just as easily as they were used for impaling and slicing. But what was most striking about the hyena was his grin; a wicked, terrible grin full of needle-sharp teeth. It was the grin of a sinner, Helaine could tell instantly. Helaine took a quick glance over his shoulder, and noticed a pack of three other hyenas behind him, all similarly dressed and equipped.
	The hyena looked hungrily at Helaine for a moment and she could barely suppress a whimper. Suddenly Doriane strut herself right in between the hyena and her barmaid. Without warning, she threw a sound, hard punch right at the hyena's face, knocking him to his rear. Helaine gasped, as shocked at her manager's boxing skills as she was worried about what would happen next. Everything was unbearably quiet for a few seconds as the hyena attempted to scramble to his feet. His compatriots were stone faced, hands crossed on their chest as if awaiting orders to attack. Helaine covered her eyes, quite afraid of the violence that was sure to follow.
	Suddenly she heard high-pitched whooping, as if someone was laughing, then more whoop-laughs, until finally she heard her very own boss laughing boisterously like one of her drunken patrons. Helaine parted her fingers, peaking out at the madness that had unfolded before her. Doriane was helping the hyena she had just cold-clocked off the ground, dusting him off. Then, in a move more unexpected than the punch itself, she embraced him in a warm, tight hug, which he returned to the manager in kind. Helaine was quite flabbergasted as Doriane went to each of the hyenas in turn, slapping their back or shaking their hand firmly, exchanging a few words of warm greeting with each other in a language that Helaine didn't understand.  Doriane waved the pack inside and then called out to Helaine.
	"Fetch a bottle of rum, dear, one of the good ones!"
	Helaine was far too dazed by the proceeding events and went back inside to do as she was told. She headed to the bar and retrieved an old bottle of rum with a faded picture of a schooner on it. She turned around, finding that the hyenas had already entered the tavern and situated themselves at a bench, with Doriane sitting amongst them. They were talking to each other lively and loudly, jostling each other occasionally. A whooping laugh would regularly erupt from the table, with Doriane joining in. Helaine shyly brought the rum and a set of five mugs to the table, and all four of the hyenas looked straight at her.
	"Oh my, where are my manners?" said Doriane, cracking open the bottle of rum. "These are my... friends from my previous business venture. That's Chico, Davi, Valerio, and this little beauty is Sonia."
	She gestured to each of the hyenas in the pack, who either bowed their head or waved when their name was called. Helaine just realized that one amongst them was a female when her name was called, and she noticed that the female's armor was shaped to feature her body's lithe curves. After the introductions the hyena pack and Doriane continued to animatedly talk to each other in that exotic fashion, stopping only to take an odd swig of rum.
	Helaine sat quietly at the table, hands folded in her lap, as the old friends continued to catch up. Doriane would sometimes point to the young sheep then say something, which would illicit wild whoops from the hyenas. She noticed that Sonia would take long, appreciative looks at her, and when Helaine finally had the bravery to meet the female in the eye, Sonia simply smirked, licking her chops until a punch in the arm from Doriane made her stop. Doriane looked cross at the female for a few moments, which caused a thunderous laugh from the other hyenas. She then turned to Helaine, her expression softening considerably.
	"Hun, it's late. Head on home, I'll lock up."
	The hyenas waved to Helaine as she stood up, and she could have sworn Sonia puffed her lips in a kiss as Helaine headed out the door. She was tired and altogether finished with Doriane's "old friends". Her boss never talked about her past much, often rewarding such inquiries with an order to fetch more ale or clear some tables. Helaine learned long ago that Doriane guarded her secrets carefully, though why she couldn't guess. Helaine sighed, realizing it wasn't her place to ask such questions anyway.
	She began her walk home, rounding a few corners in the twisted avenues of Lorient. Despite its history, Lorient had become a fairly safe town, and Helaine had made this very trip to her flat hundreds of times before. After a few minutes of walking under the dimly-lit lampposts, she finally arrived home. She thought a nice hot tea was in order, with perhaps one of Jacquellette's scones she had saved. She reached into her satchel for her key... and suddenly cursed, realizing she had left her satchel back at the Fat Purse. Without it, she would be unable to enter her apartment, much less enjoy a fine snack.
	She raced back to the tavern, all the while damning her forgetfulness. She had hoped that Doriane had not yet locked up or left; she had no desire to spend the night out on the street. Heart pounding and clothing disheveled, she finally arrived back at the tavern. She waited a few moments outside, panting and trying to catch her breath. She leaned her back on the door, quite exhausted from her run. After catching her breath and slowing her heart, she began to notice an odd noise, seemingly coming from inside the tavern. At first she thought it was the hyena's whooping laugh, and thanked providence that they, and most probably Doriane, were still there. But she began to realize that the whooping was more anxious, more charged, full of an energy quite different from mirth. She also heard a low, muffled sound, and she recognized that it came from her manager, Doriane. It wasn't words or laughter but... moaning? Not a painful, forlorn moaning, but a scandalous, indecent moaning.
	Helaine began to blush, rapidly coming to a conclusion. Maybe one of those hyenas wasn't just an old friend... but an old lover? But that was impossible. As popular as Doriane was with men, she had shot down all potential suitors, remaining an eternally frustrating tease. But, then again, maybe she shot them down precisely because she was already engaged?
	The whooping and moaning continued, growing steadily more loud and lurid as Helaine mulled over these thoughts. She was ashamed to admit that her curiosity was quickly getting the better of her. But she couldn't possibly peak, not on such an intimate activity. Suddenly Helaine heard a loud, clear cry from inside, and was quite sure it originated from Doriane. It was a cry of equal parts pleasure and satisfaction, and seemed to come from a woman experiencing an intensely erotic delight. Helaine couldn't contain herself anymore. Heart beating just as quickly as when she was running, the sheep brought a trembling hand to the door, grasping its handle tightly. As slowly and carefully as she could, she inched the door inwards, just enough to allow the slightest crack of light pour out. She fixed her face to the crack she had made and peered inward.
	She could scarcely believe the sight she saw. On her knees, completely surrounded by the other hyenas and entirely nude, was her manager, Doriane. She was vigorously stroking the cocks of two of the hyenas and gagging down a third. Her face and breasts were already dripping with the pack's passion but both Doriane and the hyenas seemed eager for more. The female, Sonia, sat at a nearby bench stroking what appeared to be a cock of her own while looking at the rabid eroticism of the scene. Helaine had no way of knowing that it was simply the engorged clit of the female and that such a feature was common for all the hyenas. Helaine watched on as her manager continued to rub and suck, quickening her pace as the hyenas began to howl. Sonia also began to more rapidly caress her gigantic clit, and brought her left hand down to the folds of her sex and began pumping her finger insider the moist, glistening vagina. All the hyenas were still whooping and hollering, and Doriane continued her muffled, licentious moans. Her pace quickened to a blur, and she choked up on the hyena in her mouth, pressing her face against his groin and stomach. The hyenas growled out, cumming in tandem just as Sonia seemed to finish as well, panting and moaning loudly as she arched backwards in apparent bliss. The essence of the male hyenas shot onto Doriane's unflinching face, but she seemed too concerned with sucking down the ejaculate of the one she was currently fellating. She pulled backwards and with a pop dislodged the still throbbing cock from her mouth, a trail of saliva running between its tip and her lips. She looked down at the fresh thick cum dribbling down her chin and onto her breasts. She whipped it up with her hands and then greedily began to lick her fingers dry with her large, flat tongue. The taste seemed to bring her much pleasure as she moaned with satisfaction.
	Helaine was in a state of utter disbelief. Besides barely being old enough to be exposed to such vulgarity, she would never have known that her very own Doriane had such a carnal, lustful side. Sure she was a tease at the bar, flashing cleavage and the occasional panty at a loyal customer. But Helaine had figured it was all an act, a front to exploit more money out of the patrons. She didn't know, or rather she couldn't know, that there was a core of truth to Doriane's raunchy facade.
	Doriane stood up, an erect nipple still brandishing a droplet of the hyena's cum. She strolled over to one of the tables and her cadre of hyena lovers followed eagerly in tow, each one still erect and as willing and randy as Doriane plainly was. The voluptuous cow crawled onto the table top, lying on her side in a manner one might lay on a fainting couch. Then, with a limberness that surprised Helaine, she lifted one of her thick legs straight into the air. It gave both the hyenas and Helaine a clear view of Doriane's sex, itself absolutely drenched with passion. The hyenas encircled her, like predators going in for a kill. Two of the men stood at the back of the table near Doriane's hungry sex, while the other along with Sonia headed to the front of the table near Doriane's desperately flushed face. The two at the back eagerly rammed their cocks into the edacious cow, one into her slick vagina, the other deep into her ass. Sonia had brought her swollen clit to Doriane's face, only to have it immediately gobbled down by Doriane. The last hyena, the one who had previously enjoyed the services of Doriane's mouth, almost seemed out of luck until Doriane expertly reached behind her and tightly clutched his lonely member.
	The hyenas began thrusting at once, almost as if coordinated. They filled Doriane entirely, and she seemed to revel in every moment of it. The ecstatic yelps and whoops were again met with the muffled moans of Dorian, all the more intense now that the hyenas were servicing her directly. The absolute pleasure it brought to Doriane was plain to see, especially for Helaine. She could not help but become aroused at the incredibly debauched sight. As the hyenas continued to thrust into Doriane's every hole, Helaine couldn't help but find her hand reaching to hike up her skirt and pull down her stained panties. Her friends had talked of quaint little romantic encounters before, but it was nothing so intense, so sensational. She was as attracted to the thick, powerful cocks of the males as she was to the heaving breasts and stiff nipples of the females. Unable to resist, she sank down and begin pleasuring herself. She had never done so before, but mirrored the techniques she observed from Sonia. The sensation was exquisite, and she closed her eyes and pictured herself surrounded by the hyenas: loving her and adoring her and filling her.
	The hyenas sped up and so did Helaine, trying to match their efforts as best she could. Doriane used her free hand to tease and pleasure Sonia's vagina while she shook with the ferocity of her three other lovers. Though Helaine's efforts at caressing and pleasing her own sex was clumsy at first, her skill and speed evolved quickly, as did the satisfaction such an act brought. She could feel herself reaching a delirious climax, though she herself was unable to anticipate the euphoric event she was in for. As fortune would have it, Doriane and the hyenas were nearing such a climax as well. The males hollered out, and Sonia howled and panted. But none was as loud as Helaine, who yelled with ferocity and erotic passion quite unbecoming for a small little sheep. Despite herself, Sonia looked at where the yell had come from, her keen eyes spying Helaine through the crack at the door. It brought her even more pleasure to see the sheep engaged, if distantly, with their lewd affair.
	The six all climaxed at the same time, the three males spraying their seed deep into and onto Doriane, who was quivering in rapture. Helaine fell backwards, writhing on the stoop of the tavern as impossibly vivid waves of pleasure raced through her entire body. Her rational, conscious mind seemed to be drowned out in a pink haze. She seemed to only barely recover just as Sonia was able to pull herself away from Doriane's loving mouth. Sonia stalked to the door looking straight at the little vulnerable lamb. Helaine eyes opened and even though they were watery with tears of passion, she could make out the shape of the female hyena strutting towards her. She tried to stand but she had not yet gained full faculty of her limbs, and they were limp and week. Sonia swung open the tavern door, exposing Helaine for all too see.
	At first, both Helaine and Doriane were mortified. Doriane had never wished to expose her young protégé to this, as much as it made up her past. And Helaine was worried she had lost the respect of her manager, revealing herself to be nothing more than a peeping slut. Helaine's legs and arms finally regained their strength and she clambered to her feet, eyes tearing this time from shame. Sonia caught her arm before she could escape, and though Helaine struggled to free herself, the hyenas grip remained firm and unbreakable.
	"I'm sorry, but please just let me go!" cried Helaine, still struggling despite its futility.
	But just as her mouth was opened and rounded by speaking out "go", Sonia moved in with deft speed and precision. The hyena met Helaine's open mouth with a deep kiss, and she pulled the sheep's body tightly to her own, their busts squeezing up against one another. Helaine was at first shocked, arrested by the hyena's forwardness. But as the hyena used her free hand to caress down the lambs back and onto her buttocks, Helaine relented, closing her eyes and embracing the kiss with all her person. It was wonderful. As their tongues wrestled each other playfully, Sonia knew her prey was in her grasp, and let go of Helaine's arm. Helaine used the liberated limb to wrap it around the hyena, eagerly exploring Sonia's backside and rump. It was warm and soft, and Helaine couldn't help but clutch it in her fingers. The boldness of the sheep pleased Sonia, and she rewarded it by rubbing the top of her thigh up against Helaine's wet vagina. The barmaid gasped out into Sonia's mouth, thrilling at the contact. She would have let Sonia take her then, had not Doriane walked up to the pair and pulled them apart.
	Doriane was furious and she shouted harsh-sounding foreign words at Sonia. The hyena, for her part, said nothing, simply looking slightly bemused at the cow's reaction. The other hyenas looked on, mugs of rum in their hand, eager to see how this would play out. Helaine, seeing her new lover being shouted at, felt a pang of loyalty and grabbed Doriane's shoulder, spinning the cow suddenly around.
	"Doriane... please... I was watching earlier... I... I want this. I need this,' whispered Helaine, mustering all the courage she could.
	"Want? Need? You're too young, too green to understand this! Get out of here, go back home, NOW!" yelled Doriane, more livid then Helaine had ever saw her.
	Helaine stood firm in her manager's assault.
	"I'm not going to leave. I'm not going home. You... you're... you're all beautiful!" Helaine cried out, tears again welling in her eyes. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and you all love each other so much! I can tell! And I want to be a part of that love..."
	Doriane stared at Helaine, who was wiping the tears from her eyes. Her face was stern and unreadable as she appraised her barmaid. Sonia leaned over her shoulder, and whispered something into her ear. Doriane blushed, and her features immediately softened. She sighed and then took a few steps forward to her protégé. She leaned down, and kissed Helaine gently on her forehead.
	"These guys like to play rough. Just say the word, and I'll clobber them for you!' Doriane winked, flexing her muscles. Helaine couldn't help but laugh, and her laughter was joined by the other hyenas. Doriane stepped away from Helaine and no sooner did Sonia rush back to the lamb, scooping her up in her arms and kissing her once again, this time pressing her throbbing clit up against Helaine's flat stomach.
	Helaine, still kissing Sonia passionately and feeling her wickedly sharp teeth with her tongue, reached down to grasp the clit. It was warm and velvety, hard but with a little give. As Helaine tested it with her fingers, the hyena broke from the kiss, throwing her head back and moaning loudly. Helaine experimented, and learned that she could illicit these moans by hardening her grip on the clit. She found this discovery obscenely amusing, and would have laughed at it had she not been so aroused.
	Sonia motioned with her head backwards into the tavern, and Helaine understood it to mean that they should move back towards the others. She obliged, though it took great concentration to tear her hands away from Sonia's fascinating clit. Doriane was strutting backwards to the males, the smile on her face signaling that she was still ready for more. They took one last gulp of rum and grinned, ready to accommodate her. One of the males jumped up from his seat only to lay back on the wooden floor, his curved cock standing triumphantly in the air. It was plainly obvious what he desired, and Doriane stepped over him, looming her curvaceous features in his face. She sank down slowly to her knees, hovering her sex inches above the twitching member of the male. She reached down and took it in her hands, stroking it gently. Slowly, ever so tantalizingly slowly, she guided it into her vagina, making one long, incredibly provocative moan as she did so. As she situated herself on the hyenas cock, she looked behind her shoulder at one of the other males, who could not resist pleasuring himself. She smiled then slapped her ass, nodding at it. The hyena whooped then sank down to position himself behind Doriane and over his compatriot. Doriane leaned forward, pressing her mammoth breasts into the face of the hyena she was straddling, not that he seemed to mind. This had the effect of revealing her ass, still dripping with the cum of its previous engagement. The hyena, apparently not minding its sloppy state, slid his penis inside to the gasping moans of Doriane.
	Seeing this display only aroused Helaine to near manic levels. She turned to Sonia, and used her hands to part her labia. Her sex was shiny and wet, and Sonia licked her chops hungrily. With animal passion, she moved in. The hyena grabbed Helaine's thighs and hoisted her up, displaying uncommon strength though not seeming to strain at the effort. Helaine, realizing what the hyena was trying to accomplish, spread her legs. Sonia lowered the panting lamb down onto her cock-lick clit, and Helaine nearly screamed with felicity. The feel of the warmth inside her was incredible, and though it was slightly painful, this pain paradoxically compounded her pleasure. Helaine was all-consumed with the new sensation, unaware of one of the males creeping up behind her. She was aware, however, when the male slid his own cock into the lamb's ass. Knowing of Helaine's virginal state, he was considerate enough to lubricate his cock with his own saliva. He slid it in slowly, not wishing to harm the lamb. On the contrary, though Helaine was gasping out and vision blurring, she was far, far from being harmed.
	With both Doriane and Helaine doubly filled, the hyenas set to work, thrusting into each of them. The two with Doriane did it wildly and forcefully, knowing of her appetites. Sonia and the last male, however, made slow, deliberate love to Helaine, trying to make her first experience with true sex a sensual, intimate one. The lamb and the cow each moaned and cried as if they were competing in some immodest competition. The hyena's whoops joined the moans, and together they formed a type of bawdy chorus. The hyenas worked their respective girls expertly, tending to the voracious needs of Doriane with hard, fast pounding and to Helaine's own slow, sensual needs with deep passion and care. The six were enraptured with one another, their shared pleasure breaking all boundaries of self and other, and as their pleasure spiraled wildly out of control, the bawdy chorus reached a crescendo of heightened moans and heavy pants, signaling that they were all at the cusp of a magnificent climax.
	Doriane's group was first, with the male thrusting into her ass ejaculating so forcefully that his seed oozed out of the cow's ass. The other male, knowing that Doriane was having her own orgasm pulled out, and shed his seed up onto Doriane's stomach and the bottom side of her breasts. Helaine was the next to come, her first true orgasm, and she was rendered nigh unconscious by its force. Sonia's legs quivered as she came, but against all odds she managed to remain standing and holding up the young lamb. The male at Helaine's backside pulled out and sprayed his essence onto Helaine's back. They were all exhausted, raw, and incredibly satisfied, and they each sank to the ground, finally sated.

	Helaine would later learn that the pack of hyenas were actually from Doriane's days as a privateer. Apparently, when she was Helaine's age, Doriane was a feared pirate, and used Lorient as her base. The Fat Purse was actually an old hideout the gang used, and when Doriane grew tired of the scoundrel's life, she converted it into a legitimate business. The three males left Lorient on a ship bound for the new world a few days after their encounter. Sonia stayed behind, taking a job at the Fat Purse. She tutors Helaine in her language, when they can resist the temptation of more carnal past-times.