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There was a hyena who lived alone on the corner of Sherry and Tomson Streets, close enough to the bustle of the big city that he could hear it clearly at night, but he'd lived there long enough to be able to ignore it. It wasn't only the noises of the city that he could ignore now: in fact, last night he hadn't heard a pack of feral coyotes howling until he went out to take a piss in the backyard, and saw one watching him from back near the fence. After that, he had trouble getting to sleep that night because of how loud they were.

This trait of selective hearing came as both a blessing and a curse. Living so close to the city, often he would get visits from resident hobos asking for money, food, and in one instance, "I saw you had a doghouse out back- mind if I sleep in it tonight?", which he'd started ignoring: as if they'd all agreed on a procedure, he could tell when it was a hobo at his door because first they'd ring the doorbell, and then they'd knock, and then they'd open the storm door and call out to him. However, sometimes the person knocking would be the shipping company with a package he'd ordered, and if he didn't hear the doorbell, sometimes one of those hobos would run off with his package.

This hyena - Shekh, his name was - didn't exactly like visitors. He had a strict set of friends that he saw in his free time, and he never really went out of his way to expand that set. He only ever opened the door if the person knocking was in this set or was just really persistent. On this particular Saturday evening, he encountered the latter: after what felt like seven solid minutes of waiting for the doorbell to stop, he got frustrated, stormed downstairs, through the door open, and looked right into the face of a rather tough-looking German shepherd - he'd never actually met_someone with an _eyepatch before. His confidence only momentarily faltered, as he thought back and tried to remember if he'd angered anyone recently. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Hi." The shepherd spoke in a gruff, low growl, but Shekh felt oddly unintimidated by that; also, he held his paws in front of his chest with his fingers intertwined, as if nervous about something. "I'm Beau. Look, this is gonna sound kinda weird, but can I stay here tonight? I'll - pay, I don't know, it's just that something came up and I can't-"

Shekh squinted. "Do I know you?"

The shepherd's ears straightened up, then splayed to the sides. "I... don't know?"

"Are you a cop? You're a cop, aren't you?"

Yellow eyes - eye, rather - flicked to one side and then back. He nodded.

"Last week, at the mall, didn't you fling a shoplifter across the ice skating rink?"

"He had a knife."

"And then you slammed him against the wall and broke his arm."

"He... had a knife."

The hyena opened the door further and stepped to the side. "Well, hey, I'd rather let you stay here than have you break my nose 'cause I'd told you no."

"That would be illegal for me to do." Beau sniffed around the house after stepping in. It smelled like... well, he could pick up kitchen spices, something that reminded him of stale piss, and a definite fog of male musk that just sort of hung around everywhere... if he had to guess, he'd say that this hyena had a lot of time to himself during the day.

"...hey, maybe you can help scare off these coyotes that've been running around my backyard... wait, where's your stuff? Your uniform, your gun?"

"I'm off-duty." He turned his gaze onto the hyena, who had flopped down onto the couch in front of the TV. Fairly small of stature, slim, easily a lightweight - his body type reminded him of a certain otter. Before he could stop himself, Beau found himself wondering if this hyena would make the same kinds of noises as that otter if he were to bend him over that couch.

"Must be nice."

"Well, I came down with something recently. Impaired my ability to work. Gotta rest." That 'something' was in fact the reason why he couldn't stay at his own place tonight: windows shattered, furniture overturned... he'd called a crew to help pick everything up. "Say, thanks for letting me stay here tonight. It's a huge help."

"Yeah, no problem." The hyena waved a mocha-toned paw. "You owe me, though. I have plans tomorrow, so - think you can get out of here by, like, noon?"

"Probably." Beau continued wandering around the entryway of the house, looking at the pictures hung up there, the array of shoes scattered by the doorway, yesterday's mail left forgotten on the floor. He wasn't sure when he'd have another bout of his 'condition', or even if he _would_tonight; because of this he'd dressed a little lazily tonight, with a loose-fitting T-shirt and a pair of pants that were a bit tight on him. Call it simple suspicion, but he thought that, whenever he looked over to his host, the hyena's eyes quickly flicked away from inspecting him. "What do I owe you? And - what's your name?"

"Shekh. Normally I'd say 'suck my dick', which is often what I ask of my friends when I do favors for them but..." He clicked to the next channel, shrugging.

"My teeth would nick you."

"I was gonna say, you don't look like you swing that way. Am I wrong?"

Not even three minutes into conversation and he was already talking about sex. Beau shoved his paws into his pockets - or, at least, he tried to. He could only fit them in up to his knuckles, and even that was a bit of a challenge. "I take what I'm given."

"Ah. Good; so you're a bottom."

"I don't remember saying that."

"Look, you can sit down or something - you're making me nervous, pacing around over there. Like you're waiting for something bad to happen."

After a moment he took the advice, and went over to the other part of the couch. Shekh had left the window behind the couch open, and after he'd sat down, Beau could understand what he meant when he'd mentioned coyotes - he could smell them, a whole pack of them, on the cool air drifting in from outside. Whatever the hyena had put on to watch was dreadful; Beau drummed his fingers on his leg and drifted off into his own thoughts for a while.

Meanwhile, Shekh couldn't keep his eyes off of this German shepherd for longer than a few seconds at a time - he'd always had a thing for police officers, to tell the truth, and seeing this one's revealed arms, how his pants didn't hide the musculature of his legs, the seasoned gruffness in the lines and scars across his muzzle... hell, at one point along the night, Beau even unbuttoned his fly, and then readjusted his position and breathed out a light huffh.

"Hey, are you trying to seduce me?"

Again those triangular ears flicked, and the shepherd looked momentarily disoriented. "Huh?"

"You - your pants."

"They're a little tight."

"I can see that."

"Why do you ask? Do you want me to seduce you?"

"Well..."

"Hah." With this, Beau rested his arms over the back of the couch, bringing his shirt to settle over his wide chest. "Keep dreaming, 'yena. Though, if you cook me dinner and tuck me into bed, maybe I'll rail you later as thanks."

Imagine how awkward things would be if my first thought upon seeing him hadn't been 'I wonder how big his cock is'... Shekh adjusted how he lounged on the couch. "Hey, I won't be the one getting fucked."

"Oh, yeah?" That yellow eye of his seemed to give off a light of its own. Now Shekh was starting to feel a little intimidated - seeing the hint of a snarl curling the shepherd's lip (though he knew, or at least hoped, it was playful), hearing the growl in his voice... he liked being in control: he had a dingo friend who would come over sometimes and put up a big fuss, trying to be dominant, and then the hyena would force him down to his knees, lift his tail, and pound him into the couch, and both of them loved it. With this shepherd, though, he wasn't so sure he'd be able to do that. The German shepherd cracked his knuckles on one paw. "Wanna wrestle for it? It's been a while since I've had some fun."

No. Not really. "Are you sure? I'll put you down, old man."

"Alright then." This time when Beau stood up - Shekh didn't have to remind himself that this shepherd was a police officer; that much could easily be seen in his build - he looked a lot more _imposing_than he had when he'd first seen him in the doorway, paws in front of him and ears lowered... "One thing though: no biting."

"Damn. And to think I spent about an hour sharpening my fangs on the bones from last night's steak, just 'cause I had nothing better to do..." That was a lie. The hyena stood, too, and moved over to a clear spot in the room; Beau followed. The last person Shekh had wrestled with had been a fat stallion at an Amon Amarth concert, and when he considered this 'wrestling' he really meant 'seeing how long I can sit on his shoulders before he throws me off'. He felt that Beau, being a police officer, had a fair range of moves more than 'flail vigorously around' for when someone jumps on his back.

The shepherd came at him first and took him by surprise, almost knocking him flat on his back - but he somehow managed to dodge out of the way at the last moment and catch the dog's arm in doing so, which was the only thing keeping him still upright. A fierce tug from Beau almost unbalanced him again, but Shekh used the lurching to his advantage to reach around the bigger dog's back and throw his arm around his neck - and some more scuffling, a brief moment of panic when the hyena ended up on his back on the carpet, and then another half-minute and he, somehow, got Beau's arm pinned behind his back. He was leaned so far over the dog that his other arm had to be out against the floor to keep himself up - and with this, Shekh grinded up under the base of the shepherd's tail, conveniently placed right there for him.

"You shouldn't go easy on me, you know..." he cooed, and tugged on the shepherd's arm. A bright yellow eye glared at him, and charcoal lips curled back in a half-snarl. There was no way he'd have been able to do this if Beau were really trying to subdue him. "You're only proving me right."

"'Right'? What am I proving right?" The shepherd wriggled, lifting Shekh off the ground for another brief moment; when he put him back down, the hyena again pressed up under his tail. Now, Beau could feel a firm warmth there, that wasn't before.

"Let's see: you're proving that I can take you down; you're proving that - yes - you are a bottom; and you're proving that you're a bitch-"

Before the hyena could add something else to that, he was suddenly on his back again with the shepherd half-hunched over him, except now there were bright lights everywhere and he was slightly dizzy. He tried not to show it, though.

"I don't remember you saying I'm a bitch. In fact, look at you, on your back..."

He felt his legs being lifted up and brought to rest on Beau's shoulders; then, a large paw pushed his shirt partially up, and a rather warm crotch pressed against his rump.

"...if you ask me, and anyone else who were to look, they'd say that you're the bitch, little hyena."

Just as his vision started to come back, he looked forward and saw the shepherd leaning over him, contorting him closer over himself and also grinding the two more firmly together - there was the heavy scent of masculine musk in his nose, dry shepherd scent, a distant swirl of cologne, and also an odd tang of something else - and he could feel an intense heat pressing against his rump through his pants, could feel the shepherd's breath tingling along his shoulder, could feel the rumbling of his playful growl in the wide chest holding him down - he tried to struggle, but Beau had his shoulder pinned to the ground while his other paw still dragged up along his chestfur-

-and then claws dug into his skin, the shepherd gave an odd shudder, and there was the bright, sharp pain of teeth sinking into his shoulder.

"Shit- hey, that's - not fair, get - off-"

It came as a natural response for him to kick his leg out in an attempt to get the large German shepherd off of him, and it worked, too: Beau released him long enough for him to scramble back out of the way, but neither stood up. Shekh leaned back against the wall with a paw on his shoulder - that was either thick saliva he felt, or blood - while Beau remained hunched over, shivering, the fur on the back of his neck spiked and his ears flattened. It was like that time Shekh's dumbass cousin choked on a lump of bubblegum.

The hyena, after glancing at the pads of his fingers - yep, that was definitely blood; and the wound still stung - scooted forward a little. "Hey... are you alright? You... look..."

Dumb question; something was _definitely_wrong. It might have just been the poor lighting of the room at this time of night, but it certainly looked as if the shepherd's revealed skin had started to... ripple and shift, like a disturbed pool of water. The claws at the ends of his fingers seemed to extend - certainly that was just a play of light, a shadow cast by the flickering TV - but then his shoulders started to change, too, started to widen even further, bulge out, make hideous _crunching_noises - the loose T-shirt he wore suddenly wasn't so loose anymore, and then it started ripping in the back and showed the same shadow-grey fur, now unkempt, sticking up in patches, growing coarser-

Beau was in agony. This was exactly what he hadn't_wanted to happen. Why the _hell did he think it a good idea to stay with someone else, where they could get hurt- but, God_dammit_, trying to think about anything hurt him, worse than that time a car thief got him on his back, jammed a railroad spike between his ribs, and stomped on it to be sure it went in. He couldn't see past red mist and foggy outlines, couldn't hear_much of anything other than his own snarls and grunts of pain, couldn't _feel_anything underneath the fire that spread over his whole body. His clothes tore and ripped, he could feel his bones readjusting, forcefully growing just like that time, clicking painfully into new positions - and, God, that pain _angered him.

Eventually, thankfully, the pain lessened, enough to allow him to shakily get to his feet; he wobbled after standing up, bumped into the coffee table in front of the couch, growled, pushed it out of the way with his foot. The leg of the table he'd pushed snapped. There was deep burgundy-black at the edges of his vision, all the colors were muted; he could hear the annoying noise of the television, the wind whispering through the trees outside, the far-off howl of coyotes - it took almost everything he had to resist howling in response - this little hyena's panicked breathing...

This hyena. Beau suddenly focused his gaze on him, saw the olive-green eyes widen with fright and watched the tall ears flick down and then back up. He was trying to look brave - or at least, was trying not to show his fear. Not like that would work: last time this happened, Beau could smell his own fear. Now there was less of that, and more of this hyena's fear - and, it was delicious. The shepherd straightened up to his full height, felt the tips of his ears brush against the ceiling, and took a step forward towards the little hyena: a footpaw much larger than when he'd entered this house stretched out, almost crushed Shekh's own foot.

He still had enough sense about him to know this hyena's main fear - injury, or death, or something like that. Beau could probably guarantee the first, but would try to avoid the second: if it went like last time, he'd need something better, something warmer, and the body of a hyena would be perfect... Shekh seemed almost paralyzed with fear, his eyes quickly flitting back and forth between the shepherd's muzzle and the rest of his body, mouth trying to form words but only able to twitch and whimper. He didn't want to eat the poor hyena - no: just as his limbs and body grew in size, so did the shepherd's sheath, which he'd just been pressing up under Shekh's tail. Now, he wouldn't be able to fit that under there.

Last time, he hadn't felt anything other than pain, panic, and fear - but this time, since he'd already felt it once before, his body had grown slightly accustomed to those feelings... and, underneath all those, there was the distant flame of sweet arousal, brought on by him being able to feel himself grow. Velvet-furred sheath, plump and warm, grew into one as wide around as Shekh's upper leg and half as long, and the heavy sack that hung beneath only grew heavier... and it brought him a primal satisfaction to see those olive-green eyes, wide with fear, occasionally shift down to between his legs. Shekh was just a bitch. Or, at least, Beau planned to make him one.

His first attempt to grab the hyena resulted in his larger and much sharper claws digging into the drywall behind him and tearing into his shirt and arm; the yip of pain and growing scent of warm blood only aroused Beau further. Large beastlike paws now shivering slightly, he succeeded in yanking Shekh further up wall - the hyena had probably lost all hope, as he didn't even try to resist - and held him there so he could then use his claws, almost as talons, to easily tear off his shirt and then shred the fabric of his pants.

Loose tatters of fabric fell away, and Beau straightened up again while holding Shekh in place around his midriff - the shepherd could almost fit his whole paw, what with these long sharp claws, around the hyena's chest. Already enticed by both the unbalance of hormones brought on by the transformation and the acquiescing prey, he stepped forward and pressed his wide sheath up against the hyena's front - feeling the heat of his body, the softness of his fur, loving how the contact and resistance tugged his sheath back over his slowly growing length...

Shekh couldn't believe what was happening. This German shepherd, who had already been fairly large, had suddenly doubled over on his floor and then seemed to shift into an even larger body, primeval and unfettered by common decency and sense. The hyena would complain about how rude it was to slam him against the wall like that, but... well, there wasn't too much going through his mind. At one point he'd felt sharp claws dig into the flesh of his arm, and then felt the same claws trace up his body and cut through his clothing... and when the shepherd stood up to his full height, god_damn_.

It wasn't that he really got excessively taller; it was just an all-over change in his form for wider shoulders and chest, longer arms, longer claws, scruffier fur, more angular legs... growing sheath and sack, and one of these for a different reason as well. At first Shekh thought that the heat he felt against his leg was more blood, but - no, this was more concentrated, more resilient, more... firm. His eyes had been closed, and when he opened them, he looked right down at a sand-colored sheath, about as wide around as he could strain to cup his paw, pulling back and forth, back and forth over a bright red cock against his leg that continued to slide further out.

This dog - this beast - wanted to claim him as his own. Were he not terrified, in some amount of pain, and on the wrong side of things (Shekh usually wanted to be the one pinning the other to the wall), the hyena might have also given into this... and, God, he had to admit it was hard not to on top of everything else happening, as the thick, heavy scent floating up from the shepherd's shaft with each thrust tickled at his nose and muddled his thoughts even further... he brought up a paw to try to push the shepherd away, but ended up just pressing it against the side of that coarse-furred sheath, feeling the wide bulge of the still-hidden knot. He was sure neither of what to do or what he was doing.

And, then, the shepherd seemed to start to change again, though Shekh couldn't tell. He couldn't quite believe anything that was going on here - one minute he was pinned beneath a large, masculine police offer, and the next he found himself pinned naked to the wall with an even larger werebeast grinding against him - and then that werebeast started to shift form again, with arms shortening and scruff only widening out further, legs bending backwards, body stiffening, crunching, cracking, growling - he felt warm, thick saliva drip down onto the side of his muzzle, and when he looked up, saw sharp fangs at least as long as his middle finger in a grinning face, single bright yellow eye watching him but watering at the edge in pain-

The weight bearing down on his shoulders became too much, or maybe he'd fainted or something, because when he next opened his eyes his was on his back on the floor again with a shepherd above him. This time, though, the shepherd was a feral one, and bristling and growling like a rabid wolf - with a throbbing crimson-red shaft bobbing between its back legs, each time shooting out another jet of pre over the hyena's bare belly. One heavy paw came down on his shoulder with another to the side of his head, and then Shekh didn't even try to resist when that twitching cock found its way up beneath his sack and against his tailhole.

God, it was - hot, almost painfully so, and at such a sensitive area of his body... the continual bursts of pre soon had his tailhole and a considerable portion of his fur around there soaked in a quick matter of time, but he felt certain the beast wasn't waiting for that. He felt that it was just waiting to get into the right position, for it to be comfortable to thrust down into this poor little hyena...

And then, when it did - that was painful. Shekh had to dig his claws into his carpet and clench his teeth so hard he thought he could feel one crack, and even then he couldn't quite hold back an embarrassing whimper. All he could see when he looked up through tear-blurred eyes was unkempt chestruff, heaving with excited breaths. He'd bottomed a few times in the past, and only one had been for a feral dog - and that one _wasn't_almost three times his size.

Tapered tip, the most forgiving part of the beast's length, continually sinking in and unloading pre into him... he could feel himself stretch for it, could feel the paw dig down into his shoulder to keep him in place. It hurt - God, if only he'd had a little time to prepare - but at the same time, the feeling of having something so formidable press into him, bear down onto him... each inhalation through his nose brought in another wave of hot musk, filthy beast, and primal desire, and - and he-

...maybe the shepherd wasn't as big as he first thought. Maybe his fear and panic had magnified that. Shekh found that, as time went on, he could lower his hips back down, further onto the thick length still pushing into him, and it didn't hurt so much. That didn't mean the pain was gone - no, that was there, bright and present, as it was in his shoulder. If this thing pressed down onto his shoulder with any more of its weight, he felt certain it would shatter. That was okay. He just had to give it what it wanted, and right now, that seemed to be, if not a willing tail, then an open one.

It sunk in slowly, giving him some amount to time to get used to the contoured surface of its cock and allowing him a small freedom of movement; with that freedom he shifted his feet, lifted his hips up, pushed back down onto it, churned his rump back and forth on it. Maybe, perhaps, Shekh enjoyed it - begrudgingly; at one point he opened his eyes again and looked down, and saw his own hard length about half-revealed from his sheath, with the much wider beast's pulsing beneath his tail. He couldn't tell whose pre it was that had gathered in his bellyfur.

"Shit..." he breathed, and clutched one of the beast's legs in a paw. Its wide, hot knot pressed up under his tail, pushed a little further - that caused a deeper, more uncomfortable pain that made him hike his hips up in response - and then started to draw back, slowly, lessening the pressure under his tail and making him clench sweetly around the receding length.

Shekh always liked to imagine himself a top, and never would admit to anyone that okay, maybe he sort of enjoyed bottoming... the beast atop him lowered its body closer to his as it started to press back in, and the hyena could see his own throbbing and dripping cock past matted black fur. Raspy, growling breaths above his head, sharp claws digging into his shoulder, thick canid meat rhythmically pumping in and out of him, each thrust in sending a sharp shiver of pain up his back balanced by another wave of deep pleasure...

...and then he felt a low, deep rumbling in the beast's chest above him, like it was snarling, like it was - trying to speak-

"...you..." it growled. Shekh could more feel it than hear it. Another drip of saliva connected with and slid down the fur of his head, near his ear. "...make for a fine breeder..."

The words were distorted and almost unintelligible, as if hearing them through a wide distance of water, but feeling them rumble through the beast's chest and the small expanse of air between them... well. Shekh usually didn't like doing what he was told, but if this creature were to growl in that same voice "on your knees" or "ride me", he'd obey in a heartbeat. Instead, he just lifted his legs up and wrapped them around the beast's hind legs after failing to squeeze around its body. It was too large.

His breath hitching in his throat with each thrust, pre drooling out of his cock into the fur of his belly and saliva - both his own and this creature's - dripping down into the carpet, the hyena hardly noticed when another feeling traced up his length, first wrapping around the base of his knot, pushing his sheath back a little further, running up along the underside of his cock, squeezing and pressing and tickling like moist and dextrous fingers...

It was hard to see past the mass of black and tan fur, but when Shekh did finally manage to peer down - God - he instinctively clawed at the carpet beneath himself and tried to wrench himself away from this thing. Of course, this didn't work (the movement only made the shepherd press more firmly down onto his shoulder and pound down into him with revived energy), but the hyena still couldn't believe what he was seeing: fleshy tentacles, maybe, wriggling from within the shepherd's own sheath, crawling out and wrapping up along the hyena's own cock, caressing his sack, licking at the rim of his tailhole already stretched wide for the shepherd's girth, pumping deep into him again and again - God, if it didn't... feel so good...

When one of those tentacles curled up around Shekh's tapered tip and then wiggled its way inside his cock, he ended up lifting his hips up again - but all that did was allow both the shepherd to hilt more firmly in him and the tentacle to sink further along inside his length. A strange feeling, stranger than most he'd felt, and not exactly _pleasant_for him, but... it was hard to tell much of anything for certain what with German shepherd werebeast cock repeatedly slamming into him under his tail, the force and energy of the thrusts quickly elevating. It was getting close.

Another deep snarl, then heavy wereshepherd chest pressing down onto him - and then he could actually feel each spurt of thick cum into him, hot and filling, spurting out again and again while the thing's wide knot threatened the rim of his tail. Each spurt was so forceful that it felt like another thrust, and Shekh found himself humping upwards and riding out its orgasm... but, apparently, it wasn't done: something else_started oozing out of its cock, using the fresh, hot cum for lubrication - something, _God, wide and stiff and-

Shekh's back arched when the first one pushed into him, only to feel another one start to do the same - and then a third, and a fourth. This creature, this - thing - was... laying eggs in him, using his rump first as a thing through which to get off, and then using its resulting load to lubricate (and... fertilize?) the eggs it then squeezed into him... after what felt like several minutes, it finally drew back - Shekh sucked in a gasp and let his head fall back onto the carpet - and stood up to all fours above the hyena., tentacles slipping out and off of his length.

It took another moment for him to gather his wits about him and try to move. A bloated, uncomfortably lumpy belly intruded in his vision when he looked down, and past that was his own twitching, throbbing cock, oozing out into his misshapen bellyfur - apparently the fierce fucking and the tentacles had brought him through an orgasm and he hadn't even noticed, or was too busy with other things to feel it: when the end of the tentacle slipped back out of the tip of his length (which caused another jolt to shoot through his body), it flung an amount of whitish cum up along his belly, more of which oozed out as he throbbed. Jesus, what am I going to-

But then something else, a new feeling - a hot, wet stream of something suddenly splashed against the top of his muzzle, and it wasn't until he caught a stray mouthful that he realized what it was. Squinting through the stream, paw raised against it, he could see fresh yellow piss flowing from the shepherd's still-revealed cock tip and down onto him. The hyena wouldn't admit to having tasted piss before, but this - God, this carried a taste heavier than anything else, almost enough to make him gag even as it only splashed against his tongue or as its bright, heady scent inevitably wafted into his nose.

It matted down his chestfur, it coursed down his front and dripped off his sides, it stuck to his tongue and nose and washed over his senses, it soaked into the carpet beneath him so that when he put a paw out to hold himself up, it just flowed up over his fingers... the warmth of it would be nice if it weren't almost scalding, and if there weren't so damn much of it. He could understand why it felt like so much cum had been emptied into him - even now, the beast's sack looked like it had at least the volume of his head - and then there was the odor, the sharp taste...

Finally, after a while, the stream weakened, waned, and dribbled off, the last bit of it tracing small rivulets in the fur of the hyena's lower belly and warming his still-throbbing cock as it receded back into his sheath. Beneath his tail pulsed a steady deep ache, resounding with each beat of his heart; his belly lurched uncomfortably, filled to the brim with both cum and eggs, each one feeling to be slightly larger than a clenched fist... he felt like he was having trouble breathing, what with the rich scent of piss strong in his nose, sharper than the time his friend bet him fifty dollars that he wouldn't stick his muzzle between the legs of a pissing feral dog. Pain of various sorts echoed through him, from the stinging beneath his tail to the weird nausea in his stomach to the sharp discomfort of his shoulder - he could've sworn that he'd heard a series of small _crack_s when the beast stepped back - to a general headache...

He saw a single bright yellow eye, seeming to glow with a light of its own, and then gave into all of the unfamiliar sensations and feelings crowding his mind and fainted.

~ ~ ~

It was still dark when he regained consciousness, and he still reeked of sharp werebeast piss. It hadn't fully dried out of the carpet or his fur - with each movement he felt a little bit of it squeeze back out of the fabric or his fur and drip down along his skin, the mark itself now mostly cooled. Pain still throbbed beneath his tail and his stomach felt vaguely weird, like he'd drunk too much liquid - and, hell, maybe he had.

Upon sitting up a wave of dizziness coursed through him, so he had to scoot back towards the wall and lean back against it with his eyes closed. Gradually he became aware that he was still naked - thoroughly soaked in piss; a timorous glance around the room revealed to him that Beau, or whatever he'd turned into, was nowhere to be found around here - so he stood up, wobbled briefly, and started heading for the hall. It wasn't until he was halfway there that he noticed his stomach was no longer grotesquely bulged out with eggs.

He wasn't sure whether he should be more worried about that or about how he had no idea where Beau had slunk off to.

Goddammit, he thought upon turning the corner into his bedroom. A glance behind showed to him that he was dripping cold beast piss into the carpet. Shekh rubbed at his eyes.I'll have to get the steam cleaner out and spend all day tomorrow cleaning this up... God, I can still smell it - I wonder how long it's gonna take to get out of my fur...

At that moment he ended up bumping into something rather tall, solid, and furry; surprised, the hyena stumbled back, lost his balance, and fell onto his rump, only magnifying the pain he felt, and looked up to see just what the hell it was he'd hit. In front of him stood Beau, looking just as he had when he'd first arrived in the night, except now considerably more disheveled, looking like he hadn't gotten more than three hours' sleep in the past month, totally naked - with his sheath and sack back to normal size, or at least what might be normal (they still looked like a definite mouthful to Shekh) - and holding a pair of the hyena's jeans in front of him as if sizing it up.

At feeling the smaller hyena bump into him, the shepherd's ears flicked back and he raised his eyebrows, as if caught in the act of doing something he wasn't supposed to. Shekh stood back up, rubbed his rear, rolled his shoulder, and avoided eye contact.

"...So," rumbled the shepherd, startling him again. His voice was still gruff and low, but nothing at all like when he was large and feral... "Uh. I... left my meds at home. So. I think I'll go." He looked like he was having a hell of a time keeping his nose from wrinkling at the scent that wafted off the hyena in front of him.

"...Yeah." Shekh didn't even bother trying to cover himself. When he did finally look up to the shepherd's muzzle, a bead of golden piss dripped off of his nose. His cheeks warmed in a blush, and again he dropped his gaze. "Um..."

"I'm... I apologize for any... _inconvenience_about staying here. I - uh, actually just got up to go shower, but then I heard you coming down the hall... I was gonna see if you were okay after my shower, because I... sort of..." The shepherd's voice faltered. "...smelled... uh, bad..."

Silence. Shekh cleared his throat. He reached over to scratch at a spot on his hip for something to do, but ended up just squeezing more piss out of his fur and onto his fingerpads.

Beau coughed. He dropped the pair of pants to his side - they'd be far too small for him, anyway. "I'll... leave my phone number on the counter in case something else comes up. Yeah?"

"Please do."

"Alright. I'll... try to find something to wear - can I... borrow this? - and... see you later, I guess..."

"Yeah."

That was all. The shepherd brushed past him - Shekh got a small whiff of a much tamer form of the scent he'd buried his nose in while being pounded down into the carpeted floor - with that pair of pants still in his paw (there was a brief scuffle from down the hallway, when he assumedly struggled into them), and then, a short time later, there was the sound of the front door opening and then again closing. Shekh hadn't moved from where he stood.

His stomach rumbled, and a brief wave of nausea rolled over him. Beneath his tail he could still very clearly feel a heavy, sticky heat.