"Keep you around actually, a human that runs out and tries to steal from hyenas obviously is crazy or dumb, and I think that'd make you an interesting pet. Better than your other alternatives huh?" The Hyena said smiling down at you. He lowered you onto his right thigh before leaning down and grabbing the chunk of meat you tried to ravage. He narrowed his eyes at you before letting them drift to the meat, where he took two fingers and tore off a small piece perfect for you. He gave it to you and you consumed it quickly before looking back up wearily at the Hyena, who let out their famous laugh before leaning back and holding a palm out toward you and looking at his two friends across the fire, who had been watching with dull curiosity the whole time.
"Gentlemen, I present to you Swift, my new companion, may he last longer than Golden Shower, who died living up to his name. No thanks to you Broke-Fang." The Hyena said, his eyes narrowing at the hyena closest to him. This hyena had a long loincloth that had many fangs and claws threaded into the cloth, with one fang in the center of the loins belt. The hyena being addressed sneered, exposing that one of his canine fangs was broken, and the one that was left looked just like the one that was the central display on the loincloth.
"Not my fault that rodent couldn't swim, he shouldn't have been standing where I was pointing my cock." Broke-Fang said crossing his arms like it wasn't his fault at all. "Besides Free-Wind, If I recall, half of your 'pets' end up in you anyway, so don't act like the death of your toys is solely on everyone else." You gulp at that, this Free-Wind character may be your death yet. A hand gently wrapped around you and rolled you into it's palm, where the giant thumb began to rub your head gently. You froze in terror, knowing one quick jerk from the thumb could snap your neck. Free-Wind spoke to his accuser.
"Not this one, I got a good feeling about this guy, he's a fighter, and I don't eat fighters." He says looking down at you with a morbid fascination. The other Hyena spoke.
"He's shaking like a leaf right now, doesn't look much like a fighter to me.". You look over at this hyena, who seemed to have an obsession with knives, as he probably had ten to his person, one on each upper arm, one on each thigh, two hanging on a belt around his waist, and four on a bandoleer that ran diagonally across his sculpted chest and belly. The belt also had a shredded loincloth hanging from it, but you could easily see bits of his crotch through the torn material. Free-Wind looked at him, then at you and shrugged.
"Eh whatever Many-Knives, he's got my blessing so both of you respect that please." He said as he moved his hand off his thigh and closer to his body, you looked back, curious to see what he was doing and gasped. The other side of Free-Wind's palm was pressed against the mouth of his sheath, the slit clenching vaguely as if waiting for a meal. You fell on your butt and scooted backwards, which caused Free-Wind to chuckle.
"No, no, Swift, don't run, this is your new home, embrace it, its nice and warm on a cold desert night like this and cooler than the searing day, you'll love it." He said shaking his palm and tilting it causing you to begin sliding towards it. You weren't buying it, the musk alone was potent enough to almost knock you out, inside was probably ten times worse. Also you had heard tales of humans even being consumed by anthro cocks, and a few humans in this very camp claimed they had been to the depths of an Anthro's balls and made it back out. Either way you weren't keen to become a human that doesn't make it out. Your legs make contact with the soft sheath and instantly you could see the lips relax, swallowing your legs to their knees, causing you to make a frantic yelp. THis of course caused all the Hyenas to begin laughing. Free-Wind tilted his hand vertical and you descended up to your chest in the sheath before suddenly the lips contracted and kind of held you in place. You kick your legs but find them wedged in the oily leather walls below, making their movement slow, and they felt no presence of the canine cock who's residence was the sheath, it must be further below. Free-Wind let out a content sigh and put his hands on his hips, proud of his new catch. You tried to pull yourself free with your arms but the plump lips of the sheath gave way to easy to your pushing and the interior walls clamped down harder in response to your attempt of removal.
"None of that now Swift, I give you food and a home and you try to leave? Humans, they want something and so you give them it and then they don't want it." Free-Wind said, his friends laughing with him. This went on for a few minutes but soon they grew tired of taunting you and went back to cooking and storytelling. You sigh and prop a hand under your chin and let your elbow dig into the sheath lips as hard as you could, to no avail as Free-Wind seems undisturbed. He probably has had so many humans in your spot that anything you do to try and hurt him or make him uncomfortable has been attempted before. So you just watch the giants talk around you and listen to the fire and sizzling of fat. You glance over the lip of the sheath to see how far down you'd drop if you managed to slip out, and confirmed that you wouldn't survive. your gaze drifted from the ground to the huge balls of Free-Wind, which could easily fit you and maybe half a dozen more humans inside comfortably, they swayed at every tap from your masters thighs and shift of his hips, lightly slapping the wood of the stump behind them. Satisfied with your observation, you found yourself quite tired, but hard to fall asleep with your upright position. You sigh and await Free-Wind to finish his dinner, hoping you can escape when he retires to his tent....
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