The Hyena’s Concubine CH17
#17 of The Hyena’s Concubine
CH17 of The Hyena's Concubine.
Simba looked up at the strange beast in front of him, frozen in mystical stasis.
It was elephantine in form, with a tough-looking hide in a light blue hue.
Ceru, _he thought, reading from the brass placard next to the small creature. _This toxic creature is often called into service as a familiar for magic users, granting its masters supernatural luck.
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"Interesting.", Timon said as he and Pumbaa stood next to the lion shemale, glancing about periodically at the hyenas milling around the museum.
"Being in the midst of a bunch of hyenas is still a bit nerve wracking.", Pumbaa said as he phased unnoticed through a young female. "Even if they can't seem to notice us."
Simba nodded as they moved on to the next exhibit, likewise in magical stasis, a bonnacon in miniature.
The young lion looked over the armor-planted beast, a perfect replica of the behemoth he'd rode into the city on.
"This is quite a weird looking creature.", Timon said as he gestured towards the next exhibit.
Simba nodded in agreement as he looked up at the ten foot tall creature, looking like a cross between a sea anemone and a large dildo.
"Biggus Dickus.", he read. "This odd thing was created under the reign of Matriarch Nympho to aid in facilitating hybrids and crossbreeds between various creatures. See 'Nympho's Bestiary' for sale in gift shop."
"Mmph.", they heard behind them.
The trio glanced backwards, seeing the hyena with the cheetah.
"Mmph.", the muzzled cheetah repeated, pawing at the hyena's leg.
The hyena chuckled, patting the eunuch on the head as she led him away.
"What's this thing?", Timon asked as they walked across the tiles to the next exhibit.
The trio looked over the squat, hexagonal-bodied thing frozen in front of them.
"Pheromone-Spewing Hexapod.", Pumbaa read. "This creature was created during the reign of Matriarch Janussi, during her campaign against Queen Fleetfoot of the Che'Ta Hegemony."
"By producing said pheromones, these beasts caused the advancing armies of the cheetahs to succumb to unnatural lusts, vigorously fucking their fellow soldiers instead of fighting.", Simba continued. "Continue to Queen Fleetfoot's exhibit for further information."
Leaving the maroon monstrosity, they continued.
"So how are things going with Shenzi?", Timon asked. "Enjoying your marriage?"
Simba blushed as he thought about Shenzi, especially last night.
"Good.", he admitted, still blushing. "I gotta piss."
He walked towards an alcove in the wall, labeled 'Toilet' over the metal door, opening it.
_Oh my, _Simba thought as he entered the large restroom, seeing it was co-ed.
Against one wall, beneath a mirror, he saw a trough with a bound and hooded lioness under it.
She whimpered and cried softly as a couple of hyenas pissed in the trough, urine flowing into her unwilling mouth.
_Maybe the stalls are normal, _Simba thought as he entered one.
It appeared to be a normal toilet, a simple tile seat with a hole in it.
"Ah.", he sighed, relieved he didn't have to add to a lioness's suffering as he relieved himself.
"Mmph.", a grunt came from in the toilet.
Simba looked down after he finished and sure enough, there was another lioness down in the toilet, her mouth clamped open, forcing her to drink piss and eat shit.
She sobbed quietly, tears flowing out from under her blindfold and mixing with the piss on her cheeks.
"Sorry.", he mumbled quietly, stepping back towards the wash basin under the mirror.
After washing his hands, he left the toilets, returning to the museum proper.
"Look at that.", Pumbaa remarked as they came upon the next exhibit, this one a bit grander than the previous ones.
"Queen Fleetfoot.", Timon read from the gilded letters above the doorway that lead into the room. "Must be important, she has her own room."
They entered the room, looking up in amazement at the exhibit.
Frozen in mystical stasis, was the expansive form what used to be Queen Fleetfoot.
The lithe body one might expect of a cheetah was absent, replaced by a morbidly corpulent abdomen with atrophied limbs.
"It looks like a cross between a cheetah and a termite queen.", Timon remarked as they looked upon frozen form in front of them.
"After her defeat at the Battle of the Termite Mounds, Queen Fleetfoot was captured.", Pumbaa read from the plaque. "Instead of executing her, Matriarch Janussi had her fleshwarped into the form seen before you in honor of her great victory."
"For her remaining six decades of life, the Queen was used to produce Cheetants, the noted scouts of Matriarch Janussi's daughter and successor, Matriarch Lua.", Timon added.
They looked up at the bizarre hybrid before them, then to the strange bug-winged cheetahs next to her.
_Glad that didn't happen to me, _Simba thought, his mind going back to when he was first captured by Shenzi, his anus moistening at the memory of Shenzi first taking him.
Sighing at the memory, he moved on to the next exhibit.
Fuli grumbled angrily as walked around Jasiri's office, looked into a skimpy maid's uniform.
"Mmph.", she grunted, pawing at the leather muzzle strapped to her face with her mittened hands.
I can't believe that horrible dick bitch has left me to dust her office in this humiliating outfit, _she grumbled, using the feather duster affixed to her muzzle to dust off a cabinet. _And don't even get me started on the diaper!
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The cheetah grimaced as she felt her wet and soiled diaper squish disgustingly against her groin, to her dismay, causing her shriveled cock to strain against its cage.
Suddenly, the magic rune-stone affixed to her chastity cage activated, causing her cock to strain painfully against the unyielding steel.
"Mmph!Mmph!Mmph!", Fuli gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she desperately began stroking her dirty diaper with her mittens, begging to be allowed to orgasm.
The mystical cock cage held her on the edge of orgasm for minutes as she fell to the floor, her mittens moving vigorously, hoping to achieve release.
"Mmnnoo! Mmnnooo!", the cheetah wailed helplessly into her muzzle as the cage stopped, leaving her desperate to cum.
Curse you, Jasiri!, _Fuli thought angrily as the lay on the floor, breathing heavily as she continued her futile pawing. _Curse you!
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