When Free-Wind failed to retire after his dinner it was at that moment you remembered that Hyena's active at night as well as day. Your captor laughed and told hunting stories with his pals, slowly forgetting about the human hanging halfway out of his plump sheath. You sway slowly, realizing you were in for a long ride here. Some other Hyena walking by began talking to Free-Wind, making him turn around on his stump to speak better with the newcomer. As he turned your view from between his thighs changed, going from just looking at two Hyena's tearing off meat on a fire to a view of a good portion of the camp. The night was dotted with at least 40 more campfires like the one you now sat at now, or rather hung at. Hyena's danced and wrestled at these oasis's of light, sending shadows dancing all around in a eerie fashion. Their eyes caught the slightest of light, making them glow even if they weren't even close to a fire. You shiver at the sight of the malicious giants that ruled your kind and drifted your vision to where the cage of captured humans were, and your heart went into your throat.
The cage was now empty, and a Hyena sat nearby with red warpaint on his arms and chest, as well as his thighs. He was in a relaxed prone state, licking his lips and rubbing his slightly chubby mid-section as if he just enjoyed a meal. You let out a loud gasp that caused the ears of Free-Wind and his friend to twitch and them to look at you. Free-Wind blinked, obviously just remembering you were there, and then he followed your gaze and letting out a laugh.
"Ha! Looks like Fights-Anyone deemed your friends delicious Swift, they no doubt fought valiantly against his tongue and inner workings." He said looking down at you, his companion eyeing you as well before rolling his eyes with a smile and walking off. Upon hearing his name, Fights-Anyone got up and walked over. You watch with new found fear as the obviously brawny Hyena approached. His muscles weren't as defined as Free-Wind, but rather they were covered in a layer of fat, giving him a larger, more imposing appearance. His belly rippled with each step he took and he wore a loin cloth that was stained with various blotches of brownish red spots and smears. Free-Wind smiled at the fellow Hyena, who gave him a clap on the shoulder in response.
"I heard my name Free-Wind, do you want to Fight?" He said in a dull deep voice, saying the statement in a way of greeting instead of a threat. Free-Wind stood up and embraced his friend, pressing their bodies in full body hug. Free-Wind's sheath was pressed into the fabric of Fights-Anyone's loincloth, his sheath smothering you from behind the fabric. Being so close to the loincloth let you deduce the stains were in fact blood stains, and if you remembered correctly, this particular Hyena gets in fight's constantly, and when he wins he dabs his loincloth onto a bloody nose or cut of his beaten opponent, taking it as a trophy. The reason they were hugging in such a passionate manner as well was due to them being blood-brothers or even mates possibly. As you still continued to be pressed into the loincloth, muffled cries could be heard from somewhere past the fabric. Before you call out however, they broke the embrace, and you watched the bulge behind the loincloth slide out of your range, and with it the cries for help. Free-Wind spoke high above you.
"No need for that my Friend, no I was just explaining to my new pet here that you were a worthy adversary for his friends that I assume you just ate." Free-Wind stated, gesturing to you. Fights-Anyone looked down at you and blinked before laughing.
"Ha ha ha as if! I'm pretty sure their battle cry was something like 'Please don't kill me!'. Truly brave, that. If it's any condolence, they aren't dead yet, I can feel them still kicking in here." He said slapping his belly. "And of course there's the two I got marinating right now for a later snack." Fights-Anyone said, lifting up his loincloth and exposing his large sheath and balls. His other hand reached down and rubbed at the top of his balls and bottom of his sheath. "They're too deep to see on the surface, but the two most squirmy earned the right to stay under my knot tonight, They will no doubt taste amazing in the morning." He said with a toothy grin, letting his loincloth cover up his crotch again. You gagged at the thought of how he treated your kind, like candy it seemed. Fights-Anyone dropped to one knee, his nose inches from your face as he inhaled deeply.
"You smell sweet little guy, I bet you'd taste amazing." He said as his tongue went up underneath Free-Wind's balls and up his sheath before the large pink muscle plastered you in saliva. A quiver ran through Free-Wind as the tongue retreated, a strand of saliva connecting it with you as he stood back up to full height, severing it finally. "You're good, but not ripe yet." He jested before pressing a fist to Free-Wind's chest and walking away, His enormous back and ass contorting and shifting with each of his foot falls.
"He like's ya!". Free-Wind said, as if that was a good thing. Free-Wind looked longingly after Fights-Anyone before reclaiming his spot on the stump and continuing his stories with Broken-Fang and Many-Knives. The saliva cooled quickly as did the night air, and you soon found yourself shivering uncontrollably, your upper half at least. You look down at the lips holding you, and grimace, thinking about the two poor souls at the bottom of Fights-Anyone's sheath. The cold was getting unbearable though and you needed shelter. With deep inhale, you attempt to wiggle deeper into the plump sheath of Free-Wind. He feels your struggle and relaxes his grip, letting you slide in with gravity alone all of a sudden. You are enveloped in darkness and musk as you...
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