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Aeon checked and double-checked the address both on the map as well as on the house itself with the messages he had forwarded back to himself to ensure that he wouldn't lose them. Not that there was much risk of that, after all, what with how closely he had been monitoring the chat since their first connection. She didn't have to know that, of course, and as far as he could tell, she didn't: she hadn't sent another message since her confirmation when he let her know that he was on the way.

This seemed like the place, though. The hyena-fox bumped his head back against his seat, took a slow, deep breath to steady himself, then opened the door and stepped out into the pleasant warmth of the early summer evening. The sun had just started to drop down below the horizon, off towards where he had driven in from; this was a new neighborhood to him, on a side of town he hadn't been to before. But if all goes well, he told himself on the way up the sidewalk, I'll be seeing this quite a bit more often. Just have to make sure she likes me. Just have to set a good first impression...

The sensor light on the porch flicked on at his approach, and from here he could see further lights inside through the partially drawn curtains. At least she actually appeared to be home. The fox took the last step up to the shaded porch, took another breath, held it, reached out for the door, paused, then adjusted his angle for the doorbell instead, and pressed it in with the pad of a thumb. Tall ears flicked at the distant chime ringing around inside, and despite himself he still strained to see if he could pick out any noises from inside.

Of course she's there, he thought. We hit it off so nicely online. Hell, she was the one who reached out to me in the first place and it's been, what, two weeks now? And she wanted to do something tonight. I had to go and cancel my plans with Aqua, though it seemed like she understood. I'm sure it's fine.

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But let me check to make sure I really did get the right address...

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While he was looking, halfway into a hey I'm here_message, his ears flicked again to the sound of the lock and knob clicking. Heart suddenly in his throat Aeon straightened up, pocketed his phone, coughed into a paw, then put on his best smile - and felt it immediately falter at the figure that opened the door. Taller than he had expected, broader of shoulder, more_built overall, but still without a doubt the same as the one who had reached out to him those two weeks ago.

She rested one arm up against the threshold while the other rested across the knob on the other side. Aeon looked up across revealed fields of slightly coarse fur, from sand to cinnamon to smooth bark in color, speckled here and there in splotches of deeper charcoal along her legs, her sides, her arms. Her short, stout muzzle looked down on him from slightly above his own height, broad nose standing at the point of a dark mask of fur reaching back towards her eyes and cheeks framed with those large, round ears coming to a point above her head, on either side of a small, tufting mane.

The spotted hyena tossed her head, wet her lips, then let them split in a wide grin - and immediately Aeon's focus slipped down towards those fangs, surprisingly long and thick yet looking right at home within her powerful jaws. If this was what genuine enjoyment looked like, he feared what annoyance and range might be; but still there was no denying that even her pictures online couldn't do her justice.

She was breathtaking. Even standing here nonchalant, one arm above her head, one leg off to the side, wearing apparently nothing other than a sports bra and a pair of running shorts. Maybe she had just wrapped up a workout session: there was no tang of sweat or exertion - though Aeon could pick up just a slight, earthy spice wafting out from around her - and neither did her clothing show the damp stains of such. Cool brown eyes glittered in the porch light, dancing this way and that as she returned his appraisal; was that hunger in that grin?

She tossed her head again, straightened up a little further, and then moved as if to slip her paws into her pockets, instead just hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. That was all Aeon needed to see that she had gone without underwear this evening, with the slight puff of pubic fur poking up under the waist in between lines of refined muscle, drawing his eyes downwards, lulling him in... she had sent him a few teasing photos in their two weeks of conversation, but nothing specific. There was a slight, soft bulge there in front as well, more of a slight, sleek mound than anything, but definitely visible beneath the form-fitting shape of her shorts.

Suggestive. Realizing that he was staring, Aeon clamped his paws down to his sides and looked up to meet her eyes again, then couldn't help but glance away once more.

"You must be Aeon," the hyena rumbled in a voice just like the rest of her: brutish yet refined, imposing yet inviting. "I don't think I had any other... appointments tonight."

For a moment his confidence dulled. "You were... expecting someone else?"

"No." That grin returned. "All you, baby. I'm Fyra. It's good to finally meet you in person."

Do I shake her paw? Does she want a hug? The fox let the moment go on for just a little bit longer, then cleared his throat and motioned back to his car. "Uh - yeah, I'm... Aeon. And yeah, likewise. You're... very pretty-"

She placed a paw against her chest, sharp yet clearly maintained claws resting in the fur of her cleavage. "Thank you."

"-and I was wondering if you had any preferences on where you'd like to go out for dinner tonight? I'll pay, of course, um-" His ears flicked again. Fyra had lifted her eyebrows a bit. "Unless - you'd like to pay your own part. That's fine too. Or, I guess, if you wanna pay my part as well, that'd be alright, and I'd - owe you a favor, or something, I'm just... not really used... to..."

She waited for him to finish. The hyena tilted her head the other way, let her brows drop back down from where they had climbed, and then pushed herself off from the threshold to stand by the door.

"I appreciate the offer," she rumbled, "but I've actually got dinner ready in here."

Aeon deflated - and then perked right back up. That simplified things. "Oh," he said, trying not to let his anticipation show; in his experience usually they loved to be treated, and the fact that Fyra had already wrested the reins from him put some kind of flutter into his chest. "Cool. That works too. May I, uh...?"

She waved him in. "Be my guest."

As he passed by the fox found another whiff of that gentle scent, new and unique to his familiarity, and he had to keep himself from turning his muzzle to draw deeper of it. One of the hyena's paws brushed between his shoulder blades as he passed by, making him jump; then she closed the door behind him and guided him over into the next room, big fingers surprisingly gentle on his waist.

"So I thought we'd begin with a quick tour," she said, then let Aeon fill in the gap: because you're gonna be spending a lot of time here. At least, that was where his mind immediately went. He cleared his throat again and nodded. "Living room in here. Got two remotes for the TV, one on the table and the other usually on the other side of the couch. Hall to the bedrooms back there," deliberately passing them by, "and kitchen in here..."

And the first thing Aeon noticed, or rather didn't, was the lack of any kind of prepared food, cookware, or anything that would show that she had indeed cooked dinner. He wet his lips and looked around the cozy space, from the painted cupboards to the granite counters, to the chrome refrigerator and the small yet still sizeable table off across the bar.

"It's nice." He tilted his head back and sniffed at the air. Fyra had come up behind him now, that one paw resting along his shoulder, grip warm. Still that scent hovered around him like a thin, slightly salty cloud, intoxicating in its dimness, haunting in its persistence. "But you said-?"

That paw tightened, just enough to remind him who was in charge here. Fyra leaned over him from behind; he felt her breath wash down through his hair, warm and humid.

"This way." And the hyena guided him back out of the kitchen, this time towards the hallway. "Hope you're hungry. Might be more than you're used to for one sitting. Well, maybe two. We'll have to see how you're feeling."

The fox swallowed again. He had known going into this that _this_was what Fyra wanted and expected out of him; the hyena had made that abundantly clear in the messages she had sent him over these past few days, many of which he had read back over while settling into bed for the night, one paw working fast and hard at himself, mind elsewhere in imagining everything she had described to him. But he had gone the dinner route since he'd thought that opening the door with that would have been a bit too forward.

How wrong he had been. Fyra's paw drifted down to and quite easily encompassed his own halfway down the hallway, the hyena motioning at the adjacent rooms with nonchalant waves of her other. "Guest room," she said, "office, one of the bathrooms there. There's another on the other side of the kitchen, and of course one in the master. Which, speaking of, is here. Will you do the honors?"

Once more she stepped aside, forcing him to fill the slender space between her body and the wall. Warmth spread across him from that side, trailing over his body just like the fingers of her gentle scent; he tried to keep his ears upright, pants admittedly already a bit tight, and reached for the knob. It turned easily - and then opened into a wide but still cozy room, king-size bed pushed up against one wall, blankets cleanly made, blinds on the window drawn to let in just a little bit of the evening night, the opposite wall illuminated by a pale nightlight.

Then both paws squished in against his rump underneath his tail, coaxing him forward into the room. He let out a little yelp at the motion and turned to face her, surprise on his face: Fyra just grinned again, closed the door with a footpaw, and strode past him towards the mattress. She flicked the lamp atop the nightstand on, then brushed a paw across the sheets, turned again, sat down on the edge... and spread her legs, the memory foam silently bending beneath her presence.

Aeon remained where he stood, heart thumping, phone feeling like a weight in his pocket, fluffy tail lashing behind him despite his attempts to keep it still. Why am I so nervous? he thought, trying over and over to keep his gaze from drifting down to that suggestive mound between her legs. I expected this. I knew this was coming. We've already spoken about worse - or, better? But, like, what do I...?

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As if hearing his thoughts, the spotted hyena rested her weight back onto one elbow on the bed and then motioned between her legs with the other. "Dinner's served," she purred, "as I'm sure you expected. You'll have to pick your own portions, though. I'm sure you understand."

So that was that. Aeon eyed her a moment longer, unsure what to do, and finally decided to follow her direction and just go for it. He was kept sharply aware of the texture of the carpet underneath his footpaws on his approach, then the way the soft material pressed up against the fur of his knees when he knelt - and particularly of the way that cloud of scent thickened around him the further down he dropped, until he finally settled between her knees. The fox swallowed yet again, looked up at her, perked his ears at her encouraging nod downwards, then reached up.

Fyra lifted herself slightly off the mattress to allow him the room to work. Aeon slid his fingers in underneath the waistband of her shorts, squishing between elastic material and soft fur and flesh underneath; he felt the heat of her body there underneath bringing him in closer, fueling the faint stir of confidence towards which he constantly grasped. Closer his muzzle came, nose tickling at the warm spice of her scent; he licked his lips, tugged at her shorts, pulled them forward away from her body, then down along her legs... and saw there between her thighs the source of that visible mound.

A sheath and sack like any other, soft skin glistening with natural gathered warmth and dampness, wrinkled folds of skin holding across one another, jiggling gently with the movements of both of their bodies. Aeon drew in her scent from the source here, still fueling that flame deep inside of him: he squirmed where he knelt, pants tight, heart thumping, interested yet still curious. So he looked up at her.

Fyra tilted her head the other way, not the slightest hesitation or confusion showing on her broad muzzle. She just nodded down to herself again, spread her legs further, and came up closer to the edge of the mattress. Aeon noticed that things weren't quite one for one like he would expect of this assumed anatomy: as he leaned in, touched his nose to her inner thigh, and then turned his muzzle inwards, he found that what he had thought was her sack was instead just an approximation of one, an enticing continuation of the soft, supple skin coming down to hang beneath.

The fox nuzzled up against those soft wrinkles, felt them slide and spread across his nose, took in another breath of her scent... and shivered all over with the warmth of it. Exactly the same as he had felt wrapping around him throughout her little house tour, but here so much higher, stronger, sharper. He continued nuzzling upwards towards her sheath, which he then found to be a similar arrangement: a clever union of skin and flesh and nerves, distinctly lacking the stiff firmness buried inside that he had expected, but still doubtless present, and part of her.

He lifted his nose up along the underside of this sheath, then along the side towards its end. Above him Fyra sighed and sat back a little further, a familiar stir beginning within the depths of soft skin; Aeon slid a paw up, poked and touched and felt at her with his fingers, then parted his lips against the tip, swirled his tongue out within the overlapping folds, dug in as far as he could. To his surprise it just kept on going: he pressed himself further down, found that he could fully seal his lips against her body with her sheath and sack both resting between his lips, still suckling and licking softly. Soft taste filled his mouth, savory and rich, slightly salty, like her scent spread out to coat the inside of his mouth; Aeon let his eyes flutter shut while he worked, paws coming up to wrap around her muscular thighs and hold himself in place, tongue circling back and forth the little nub of _something_right there buried within her sheath.

To his surprise - for some reason - it began to grow, then, unfolding from inside of her, pressing out into his maw. It still lacked some of the distinct firmness of an erect shaft, but held on its own: he found himself sliding back the further it grew, dragging his tongue up along the underside and the top, feeling the way it twitched and throbbed against his muzzle. Soon he could take it in one paw and stroke slowly, supple skin still pulling along her sheath outside of it, tugging gently where he still held it between his lips. Aeon shifted up towards the tip and plied his tongue there, circling around the rounded end, the little point at the underside, the slight indent at the front... which he found actually yielded quite easily to the entry, surprisingly elastic ring of skin stretching to accommodate the muscle, damp warmth inside welcoming him further.

A bit strange, he supposed, but it was still a part of her. It was still just Fyra. And that was what he wanted. The fox shivered where he sat, dropped his paws from her loins - yet kept her shaft, if that was the best word for it, held between his lips and on his tongue - and then began at the fly of his own pants, stiff and tight. Nervousness still lingered there at the back of his mind, but at least for now he could forget about it, as unusual as this current situation was.

As though sensing his thoughts, one of the hyena's huge paws came down and settled between his ears, fingers coursing gently through his hair. The sensation made him rumble around her shaft. "Never been with a spotted gal before, have you?" Fyra purred; Aeon looked up through half-lidded eyes, this hefty warmth still clutched between his lips, still steadily growing, twitching, throbbing. "Our dicks put our boys' to shame. It's not really_the same thing, you know, but it sure as hell works like one. Well, for everything _I'd want to use one for."

The fox drew back, slid his tongue back out of her - what a strange thought - and swallowed, then had to do so again. "Does it also work like a - uh..."

"Of course it does. Maybe I'll show you someday. But not tonight."

Upon hearing this his breath caught in his throat, much like the slickness of her steadily growing arousal. It just kept on coming. "N-no?"

"No." Fyra leaned back onto the bed, keeping herself propped up on one elbow, and slid the other paw down from the fox's head. She tilted his chin up on a finger, gave him a deceptively sweet smile, then reached in to give herself a stroke and a squeeze, then followed by another. Aeon watched, captivated, as her length continued to grow and stiffen, the shape different than any he had seen before, skin stretching steadily out, folds coming smooth, still glistening with his saliva. She certainly knew how to touch herself, and he tried to pick out just what she was doing for his later visits: within seconds Fyra had pushed herself to what he assumed, and hoped, was her full arousal, then tapped that impressive length against his cheek a few times. It left a damp warmth in his fur. "Not tonight," she went on; "I'm on top tonight. I did tell you I wanted to peg you, right?"

The fox's ears flicked back and he struggled to push down a blush. That had been one of the messages he had saved and revisited: "One of these nights," she had sent him, "I'm gonna bend you over yourself and peg you good and hard. I'll fuck you better than any boy you've ever had. Does that sound good?"

"Oh. Yeah. Right. Um..."

"And you've got me all nice and prepared..."

His whiskers tickled. Fyra leaned forward and down again, now taking his muzzle in both of her paws.

"So now it's your turn."

Then she stood upright, pseudo-shaft and faux-sack hanging right in front of Aeon's face, holding his gaze like hefty magnets, and in another moment hooked her paws underneath his arms. Before he could anticipate her movement she had swept him upright, swung him around, and then plopped him down onto the bed where she had been a moment prior, now with her shaft hanging heavily down over his shoulder.

Oh, he thought, paws pressing into the mattress, this is super comfy... but then his ears and whiskers twitched with the sensation of observation, and he looked straight up into her warm eyes and bright, predatory grin. Or, scavenger? Hyenas are scavengers, aren't they? Those massive fangs glittered in what of the evening light remained, coming in through the curtains. Her presence kept him frozen in place. Then she began to work at his pants.

"Oh-" the fox murmured, squirming to help. "Here - let me - ah-"

But Fyra managed it, yanking his jeans and boxers down his legs, fishing one footpaw out of the leg, and then leaving his clothes hanging from the other. She had to halfway crouch down to do so, and from there dropped the rest of the way down. Suddenly another blush hit Aeon's muzzle in the sensation of her warm breath puffing out between his thighs, serving to only accentuate the arousal that already twitched and throbbed there. Nervousness pulsed through him - he had seen those fangs - and he found himself gripping the sheets in his fingers, bracing himself for anything...

...except for what ended up actually happening, as the hyena slid her paws beneath his thighs, squeezed her fingers into the soft flesh there, and bodily flipped him up onto his back. The fox yelped with surprise, struggled to pull himself up to his elbows, and then made eye contact with her once more, just in time to see her broad tongue flick across her chops. Fyra leaned in, closed the distance between her nose and the base of his sheath - he twitched - and took a deep whiff of his scent, tasting him like a freshly prepared dinner. Then that tongue came out again, slipping wetly, sweetly between his balls, up along the base of his cock within his sheath; then she lifted him further, brought her paws around to the small of his back on either side of his tail, hooked one thumb around the base, and finally applied herself in place there.

A shiver rocketed up Aeon's spine from that first contact, soft hyena lips pursing up against the wrinkled rim of his tailhole, pressing in just enough so that the ring of muscle reflexively squeezed back against it. Then she flicked her tongue out into a slow, deliberate lick, dragging across those overlapping wrinkles, teasing at the muscles; and again and again, this time pressing in with the tip, the next time pushing from the flat of her tongue first. The sheets shifted and bunched up within Aeon's paws, his fingers stretching, clenching, clamping all on their own in response to Fyra's steady, focused treatment.

Again and again he tried to lift himself up to see what she was doing, but ended up squirming with his head rolling on his shoulders, eyes fluttering shut and mouth dropping own. The hyena dutifully plied herself at his rump, thick thumbs coming in to keep him spread against her muzzle, lips held in place, tongue slurping, slipping, swirling, poking in at the center, teasing its way steadily deeper. She would stop to swallow, nostrils flaring in an inhalation so deep it tickled along his balls hanging down where she had halfway folded him over himself, then slid her tongue down across him again as though trying to scoop him out from inside. Doing it as much for herself as she was him, he noticed: before long she was actually sucking at his tailhole, tongue cupped and nestled within the partially stretched rim, slurping out from inside.

Then her thumbs pressed in, pulled out from there, and she gave one more deep, full drag from her tongue, the thick muscle quite easily slipping inside of him. Aeon gasped at the sensation of it plunging into sensitive inner flesh, then tugging up and out - and then the next thing he knew it was the firm, warm heft of her hard shaft that poked and prodded at his prepared hole. Fyra grinned down at him, gave him one more spread, then tugged her hips back.

"Normally my partners aren't quite as eager for this, you know."

A little dazed, Aeon lifted his head. "Am I eager?"

"You're literally leaking." The hyena reached a thumb down, ran it along the underside of his cock - he twitched - and flicked a little droplet of pre across his muzzle.

"Oh. So I am."

"It's cute." Then she gave a little poke, just enough to make him gasp and clench again. "And I bet your moans are cute, too."

Then she thrust her hips slowly, steadily, _deliberately_forward.

Sweet, delicious pressure slid into him, deeper, thicker than her tongue, filling him out from inside. His fingers grasped at the sheets underneath him again, his body bent halfway over himself with his shoulders pushed against the mattress, his own arousal twitching against his belly, dribbling down - up - his chest towards his neck. Fyra kept a sharp eye on him as she plunged deeper, keeping him spread as she did so, sliding that not-quite shaft further inside of him; he squirmed again, clenched around her, ran one paw up his belly, though he could almost feel her inside of him.

The hyena gave another firm thrust forward, hilted her hips against his rump, and then flared her nostrils around a sharp huff of breath. This time Aeon was certain he felt her in his belly, firm and warm, holding in place there until she began to pull back again. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, this particular warmth and weight pulling out of him, holding just within the rim of his tailhole, then changing direction and plunging right back in, gradually building in speed and strength as she went. She adjusted her posture, clamped one meaty paw above his knee clutched to her shoulder, squeezed the other in against his thigh, and then more fully bent over him, keeping herself braced against the edge of the mattress for leverage.

Already she had begun a steady rhythm at him, upper body holding steady while her hips swung forward and back, pounding into him again and again. Aeon looked up through half-lidded eyes and noted idly that she hadn't even taken her top off: large, firm breasts held steady within that smooth sports bra while the muscles of her belly worked, knotting together, shifting beneath thick fur, tightening towards her core and then spreading right back out. Even as Aeon rocked back and forth along the mattress he focused there, watching the way his own shaft bounced and twitched against his belly, throbbing each time she pushed inside of him again; how his balls bounced and shifted where they hung down to gravity; where her body met his own, again and again, that little tuft of pubic fur shifting with the tug and pull along the base of her shaft.

Fyra clearly focused on Aeon here. Each time she pushed herself forward and deep inside of him she would pause, ears up and forward, eyes focused, listening to the noises that she squeezed from between his lips or watching the changes to his expression. At times she slowed her pace and came in from a different angle, or leaned in over him to pound downwards as well; she adjusted her grip on his legs, wrapped them more steadily around her shoulders and back, and used his own weight to add further force to her thrusts.

Once in place there, her hips balanced against his body, Aeon suddenly shivered again - and opened his eyes once more to see the hyena's big paws now coursing up his legs, squeezing along his sides, continuing further. Fyra spread her fingers and rubbed along his belly, yet again reigniting that sweet shiver of sensation, while the other continued to his shoulder and gripped there. She held him in place as she continued to thrust into him, faster again than before, her body smacking quietly, wetly against his own; he swallowed through an open mouth, shuddered, and finally reached up to wrap a paw around himself, already working fast and hard in the same rhythm.

The hyena smirked, chuffed gently, then moved her paws to the mattress on either side of his muzzle. There was a brief swell of dizziness as the material compressed underneath him, but then all of that disappeared again beneath the swirling, flooding pleasure and pressure pounding into him, squishing his body in against himself, forcing the deep breaths he had just taken right back out from between desperately parted lips.

"Look at you," she purred, leaning so far over him that when he looked up now it was straight into her brown eyes. "That's good. You really like that, don't you? Why don't you show me just how much?"

That sounded like the single best idea Aeon had ever heard. He turned his head to the other way, caught a whiff of her scent through the fur of her wrist right there next to his head, and tightened his legs around her waist, now fully pulling himself up and against her each time she thrust forward. He bit his lower lip while continuing to work at himself, other paw slipping up between his legs, touching at the muscles of her belly, running just far up enough to slip his claws beneath the lower hem of her bra... and then the hyena huffed again, gave a buck from her hips, and hilted inside of him again, and Aeon felt himself tumble over the edge.

He straightened out as much as he could - which was, of course, not much at all - and shuddered, the deep, intense throes of his peak pounding out through him. Muscles stretched and tightened, his jaw clenched, his ears flicked, and then he jerked, and bucked again - and jumped as his own load squirted out across his muzzle from above, the first rope landing across his lips, nose, and cheek, the second spraying over his forehead and hair, the third catching one ear, the fourth spurting down against his snout, the fifth and six more dribbling thickly out.

That remnant pleasure continued to vibrate through him even afterwards, his fingers and toes tingling, one eye stinging a little bit from a stray spurt. The fox reached up to wipe at it, and during this felt Fyra start to slip back out of him. She went surprisingly smoothly, slick and wet; still he gasped and twitched when her blunted head pulled free, then jumped again when she dropped all of that weight against his loins alongside his own.

He wondered: can she cum, too? then scoffed inwardly and continued, or, like... shoot?

A warm puff of breath trickled down across his still-wet muzzle. He blinked and looked up into brown eyes again.

"You know what?" Fyra murmured.

Aeon blinked again. "What?"

"I was right."

"About?"

"Your moans being cute." She tossed her head to flick some of her hair out of her eyes. "And once we get you cleaned up, I think we ought to start discussing what to do for our second date."