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To the untrained and prejudiced eye, the distant figures walking across the heat rippled plains looked like the typical native and his hunting dog. That is to say, if you were familiar with life on the savannahs of Africa in a human world. This was not the human world and these two figures were not what they first seemed to be.

The upright one was called Fisi. She, for it was a she, didn't look the part of being a female. Other species often liked to poke fun at her tribe, for they looked and acted different than everyone else. Her kind had separate villages for different genders. The lowly males lived by themselves, while the females lived together in a structured hierarchy. The dominant female ruled, while all the others obeyed.

The jackals and the wolves, the lions and the leopards; they all thought this was nonsense. But then it was often overlooked when it was noted and rightly so, that when it came to the region between their legs, all hyena's looked pretty much the same.

Fisi's tribe, like many of the dwellers on this semi-arid landscape were walkers. Walkers were the types that had developed the ability to move about on their rear legs, while their front ones had evolved to be able to hold tools and weapons. Front paws had become hands.

Fisi herself didn't wear much in the way of clothing. Jewelry denoting rank, a few patches of henna dyed fur, her spear and a skin of water were her normal traveling accoutrements.

With her today was Rangi. She was of the type that walked on four legs. Some of the four legs were simpleminded beasts, but not Rangi. Her and her kin were smart, capable of speech and intelligent conversation. They were referred to by many as the patchwork dogs, or the painted ones. They were distant cousins to the hyenas, at some point in time sharing a common ancestor with Fisi's group.

Some referred to them as wild dogs, though that was an unfair description. Rangi was no wilder than anyone else on this harsh continent.

"Fisi?"

"What is it?"

"You don't have to do this you know."

"Shows how much you know. The leader says I take you to the man-village, so I am taking you to the man village."

"I know, but I could go by myself. This seems like an awful imposition on you."

Fisi didn't answer right away. "It would be better if we were both going for the same resson. But seeing as you come to your breeding time now, and since the leader would never deny mating privileges to even a four legs such as yourself, I am taking you there for the sole purpose of your propagation. Since your males live with our males, that is the end of the matter."

"Wow. You make it sound so clinical."

"For us, it is."

Rangi was wagging her tail despite her present feelings. "You're telling me you don't enjoy mating?"

"I did not say that. But males are inferior except when they are needed for breeding purposes. We are bigger, stronger and better."

"As you say. I still wish that my males would be allowed in the village. It would make this trip unnecessary."

"You know the rules. No males in the village. It is generalized to include all sepcies. Emissaries from the other species must all be female."

"Blah blah blah. I have never seen such gender phobic people in all my life. My grandmother told me stories of how they used to cavort with the males even off the breeding times."

"Yes, and such blasphemy will get you expelled, so hold your tongue while in the village if you wish to keep your home."

The wild dog stopped. "Oh Fisi, loosen up. Admit it, the rules are a drag."

The hyena looked down at her companion. "Maybe so, but they have served our kind well."

"But we aren't at the village now. We both know the loophole. The rules apply once you cross the boundary line. The rules do not apply out here."

"Maybe, but they still apply to us."

Rangi was getting irritated with her friend. "Whatever. If no one finds out what you did, what harm is there in doing it?"

"You will know."

"And if I don't care?"

That got her a severe stare. "You should care."

Rangi stopped to lick her privates. "Have you ever had the full sway of heat upon you? I doubt it, or else you wouldn't be some damn icy. I feel like I'm on fire!"

Her companion pursed her lips. "I do. I just know how to suppress it. This is not my time."

"Wait. What?"

Her question drew a heavy sigh. "I am entering my phase now too. But I am not on the breeding list until next time. So I have to listen to you whine and complain about how horny you are and I am too. But you will get satisfaction and I will not."

"You mean you're heading to the village of all males, and you're in heat like me, and you can't have any of them mount you?"

"That about covers it."

They continued they trek in silence for a while. "Fisi?"

She was answered with an exasperated sigh. "What is it now?"

"What if we don't go to the village?"

"Don't be stupid. We have to go to the village."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? So you can breed."

Rangi got a sly look on her face. "Does breeding always take?"

"Take? You mean does it result in a pregnancy? Not always, no."

"Then we don't have to go."

Fisi stopped again and frowned, her spear pointing at her little friend. "Look, this is stupid to argue over. How else will you weather through your heat without breeding?"

"The same way you will."

There was silence. "I don't follow you."

"Oh come one Fisi. I know you've always wanted to a dominant. I know what the leader does when she's feeling randy. You're the only species on the plains that has a cunt in the shape of a penis. I've seen your type do each other, and I have to admit, it's pretty fascinating."

For some reason, the hyena felt the blood rising to her cheeks.

"Yes, I've been there."

"Haven't you ever wanted to know what it felt like to be the dominant one? Well here's your chance."

Fisi felt a sudden heat in her loins. No one assumed to partake of the leader's prerogatives. Not while they were within the borders of the village. But out here..."

Her pseudopenis rose to the occasion. "Dammit! Now look what you've done!"

"I see." Rangi got between her companions legs and started licking the organ, increasing its rigidity to alarming proportions.

The hyena pushed her away, but the feeling coming over her was suddenly too much to bear. Ignoring the mating blood was already difficult to do, and knowing that you were heading into male territory made it worse. Now this silly thing with her offer of relief had broken whatever control she had. The spear fell to the ground.

"You asked for this!"

The hyena dropped to her knees and roughly pulled her companion until the two were lined up, front to back. The hyena could smell the musky scent which strangely only added to the overall feeling of domination she so desired. Being a hyena was a tumultuous experience, and unless you were one, you could never judge what their lives were like. They had a ton of testosterone running through their systems, and sometimes it was even higher than in the males.

Rangi was holding her tail high, quivering in expectation at the soon-to-be intrusion into her very willing hole. She had only ever seen the penis of her own type once, and she knew quite well that her companion was better equipped than that.

Fisi's fingers dug into her sides, the tip of her organ squarely lined up with her hole. A sharp push and it was in. And it continued to go in until she could feel her uterus pushed in deeper into the recesses of her body. Let any male achieve that kind of depth!

The hyena's eyes rolled back in her head. No wonder the leader claimed this as her own. It wouldn't accomplish propagation, but it was a far better feeling that the other way around. She had no idea until this moment just what she had been missing. Following the rules was an important part of their society, and she was now breaking one of the most tabooed.

And boy did it feel good!

This smaller body belonging to her friend was incredible, though really, she had nothing for comparison. She had only ever submitted to the leader, and one pseudopenis entering another felt good only for the dominant one. It was occasionally used as a punishment. Fisi knew all too well about that.

But now, she was overcome with lust. She pushed and pushed until her friend was sweating. Rangi finally cried out.

"I don't need to feel it in my throat!"

She backed off a little. "Sorry. I got a little carried away."

"It's all good. Just try moving back and forth a little. This is sex, not hunting with a spear."

She forced herself to calm down. Her whole body was shaking, in part from knowing that what she was doing was wrong, and also because it felt so good it had to be right. Rangi was squeezing down, like a paw during masturbation (also taboo) only wetter and therefore better.

If not for the fine breeze blowing off the grassland, the two would have soon overheated, being out in the blazing sun. Sweat was soon pouring off of the hyena's brow as she thrust herself into her companion with wild and unfettered abandon. She had never known sex to be so good and felt her body tense with the hormonal response. She was, after all, in heat too.

Her orgasm simulated a male's ejaculation, lacking only the potent sperm that was required for having cubs. Her nails dug in tighter, slamming her friend backwards into her body like she was a mindless feral worrying her prey.

All this and her organ was only in half way. Any farther was beyond the physical restrictions of the wild dog's physiology. She could only drool thinking about the feeling of that tight tunnel stroking her sensitive skin right up to the hilt. As her companion was enjoying this little session, she rode the wave of her hormones and continued on unwaveringly. It was the closest thing she had ever found to an addiction, and part of the reason it was taboo. All sex and no work would ruin the fabric of their society. The funny thing was though; the law didn't apply to interspecies trysts like this. For some reason, no one had ever conceived of the idea.

Fisi came again when her companion did, amidst a flurry of howls, groans and yips. Two throbbing bodies remained locked as each tied to catch their breath. Rangi was still suffering through a prolonged orgasm. Fisi sat back and watch her friend's body twitch and jerk, dancing to an internal rhythm. She grew fascinated with her ass, as that puckered hole convulsed with a mesmerizing regularity.

Taking a thought to heart and putting it into action, the hyena pulled out, lined up higher and penetrated that enticing hole in one well timed push. Her friend tightened up at the sudden intrusion, and cried out just a little as the lengthy organ slid in inexorably into the recesses of the wrong hole. But Fisi was more than satisfied when she was slammed right up against her backside. The convulsing sphincter was massaging the base of her organ like some tiny pawed child. It felt divine.

Rangi had never had her excrement hole penetrated before, and while she found it a bit uncomfortable, there was something arousing about it. But having it filled to the max with her friend's sexual organ was an eye opener. Inch after inch of that thing made its way inside, stretching her open until the sensation was nearly too much to bear.

This time, there was no uterus to block her way and the hyena's magnificent tool plunged in and out with increasing rapidity. Fisi was back to having her eyes rolled back in her skull. Her ears tuned out everything but the sounds of their pseudo-mating. She even bit her lip, drawing blood, as the unfamiliar pleasures washed over her.

Before long she ended up falling over; her grasp on her friend as solid as iron. Rangi fell backwards with her, thankful that there hadn't been a rapid disconnection. Now her companion was on her back, and she was facing away from her. "Fisi, let go!"

The strong fingers released her. The wild dog carefully rotated until she was facing her friend, ass still tightly locked around her organ. Fisi grunted and brought up her knees, while Rangi dropped down into a more submissive position, her feet on the ground on either side of her partner's body.

The hyena was still in a state of sensual overload. Her paws went to the lower back of her partner and her hips went wild. If it weren't for the willingness of both, this might have been construed as a rape. Eight inches of pseudopenis ramming into the tight little ass of a feral-form wild dog was not to be taken lightly.

And it wasn't.

Rangi's next orgasm was so over the top it might have been called severe. Her body shook, her muscles cramped, and in the end, after crying out like a stricken herbivore, she collapsed into unconsciousness on top of her friend, who continued to pound away until she too felt an overwhelming sensation building in her loins.

This time, all of the lubricant normally required to allow the male to consummate their mating came shooting out. It excited the nerves along the inside of her passage and doubled the experience she was getting. Her eyeballs nearly turned inside out as she came and came and came.

An hour later the death-birds were hovering over the two, who had fallen asleep still clutching one another. Fisi opened an eye and saw the black feathered harbingers of fresh carrion and poked her friend. "I think we died and went to nirvana."

"I agree."

"But we had better move, because others are thinking the same thing."

"Where will we go?"

"Anywhere but here in the open. I know where there's a nice patch of forest, hear the Artangi Oasis. With any luck, the caravans will be always from it for a few days. I think it might give us a little more privacy."

"Only a few days?"

"Well, maybe a week."

"That's better."