A young hyena
From Create Your Own Story
You stride over to the hyena and stand behind him. Your eyes run over his backside for a moment, before you look forward to meet the boy's eyes. He's noticed your attention in the mirror and turned around to face you. He's grinning, flashing pearly-white, painfully sharp teeth, but he doesn't seem entirely comfortable with the situation. "Can I...help you with something?" He asks with a little nod, gesturing to the dumbbell rack beside him. "Need me to move?"
You lean in closer to him and breathe in, taking in that musk of male sweat with a satisfied smirk. "Stay right where you are," you reply. Your voice rumbles in your broad chest, and you step even closer to him, looking down at the canine. You stand at least a foot and a half taller than him, and it sends you a rush of satisfaction and confidence. "You at least eighteen?"
His eyes widen, and he pauses in surprise. He's still grinning, but it seems a little faker, unsure, lacking some confidence. After a moment, he raises a hand to scratch his scalp, and he nods. "Uh, yeah, since September." He swallows, as if composing himself, and puts the weight he was lifting on the rack. He looks up at you, and there's a little heat in his cheeks. "Look, man, I'm not sure what you're getting at, but I'm straight. I'm just here to work out." Despite his words, though, you can see a bit of a tent in his shorts in reaction to your words.
A chuckle wells up deep in your chest, and you shrug. "Sure, you are." Without warning, you deliver a sharp slap to his tight ass. He tenses up and squeaks a little in surprise, but when you glance at him, he's grinning once again, with a new heat in his cheeks. You laugh and step back, stretching out your shoulders. "You'll meet me in the locker room in ten minutes. Don't be late." And you turn and stride out.
You head to the locker room and strip down to your jockstrap, tossing your shirt and shorts on the tiled floor. You then sit upon a bench and wait patiently for your prey for the night to arrive.
And to your surprise, he does. The hyena boy steps into the lockerroom with a devious grin, a blazing lust in his eyes, and a somewhat-anxious blush in his cheeks. "I'm, uh...here I am."
"There you are," you agree. You scratch your balls through your jock and ponder what you're going to do with him...
| Furry Status (you) | ||
| Health | 98 | Equipment:
Sleeveless shirt, Shorts, Jockstrap, Wallet |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Cattle | |
