Tommy’s legs bounced against his efforts to remain still on the metal bleachers. The young lion carried a wide smile over his muzzle as he watched the track event play out. Kids from across the state were competing for…well Tommy didn’t actually know what the prize was. A statue or medal seemed reasonable, but he didn’t think it was that big of a track meet to warrant that.
Not that cared specifically about the track meet. No, the teenage lion who’s mane kept growing in patches rather than a full luxurious due cared more about a specific person in the event. He waved to her as she took to shot put ring. The hyena waved back. 
Victoria Taliadaughter. Track team captain, top tier wrestler in the off-season, and someone completely out of his league in every sense of the word. She stood half a foot above every other runner at least, the natural mohawk between her ears giving her another three inches of dominance over everyone. Tommy knew female hyenas were big, something about them getting more testosterone than the males if he remembered. That’s what scared most guys away from asking her out. Him too, until he ran out of options.
“You got this, babe!” Tommy cheered. He hadn’t realized how excited he was to see her. The way her black and red top showed off the muscles in her arms made him feel almost too giddy. He had some reservations dating someone stronger than him, especially as a lion. His dad wasn’t the traditional sort so he didn’t need to worry about baggage, but everyone else at school expected him to be at odds with her and vice-versa. Something about natural enemies in nature, not that he cared. Enemies don’t fuck each other.
Not that they had yet. They would soon, Talia kept hinting at it when she invited him to the event.
“Yes, please, shout louder,” Luke said. The younger lion sat hunched over beside his brother. A scowl threatened permanent residency on his face as he watched Tommy’s girlfriend chuck her shot put. “There’s no way you two are actually dating.”
“We are, Luke,” Tommy smiled, sitting back with his sibling as the shot landed. Despite being a girl, Victoria and other female hyenas competed with guys in events. “Been going on for the past week now.”
“I know,” Luke said with a growl, “You don't shut up about it at home. The only peace I get from it is when you’re not around.” Under his breath, he added, “And you’re barely around at all.”
Tommy frowned for a moment, then sighed. “What you want from me isn’t healthy, bro.”
Luke rolled his eyes, “Oh don’t play all high and mighty on me. You never said–”
He clamped his brother’s mouth shut, smiling as a couple of students walked past them. “We’re in public, don’t talk about it so candidly,” Tommy whispered harshly.
Luke crossed his arms as he patiently waited for his brother to let go. “I’m not an idiot, Tommy. I was just saying that you never stopped me. We both know you clearly can.”
“Yeah, well, maybe it’d be better if you found someone else?” Tommy said, trying to veer away from his little brother’s valid point. “Why not date someone your age? I’m sure there are plenty of guys who’d like you.”
“Uh huh,” Luke sounded done with that question. Tommy wanted to press, but his desire to convince his brother to date was overshadowed by his urge to not have the conversation at all. His brother wasn’t even a teenager yet. Luke should be more interested in cartoons or video games than dating and sex. Tommy didn’t remember how it all started, only that one night he woke up with his brother’s face against a nightly erection. Since then, the young lion liked nothing more than to tempt Tommy. Even now he wore shorts a size too small and a shirt too tight, like some metrosexual prostitute.
“So, have you two fucked yet?” Luke asked. Tommy scrambled to silence him again, but the young lion dodged out of the way, “Simple question, bro. No one’s around to hear.”
Catching himself before faceplanting the floor, Tommy snapped back, “No it’s not. And that’s none of your business anyway.”
“So that’s a no,” Luke grinned, “Don’t tell me you haven’t even brought it up.”
“It’s been a week. That’s a lot to ask in a week.” 
Luke rolled his eyes, “Not in this town,” he said with a turn of his head. “How’d she even fall for you? Weren’t you one of the kids who demanded an alternative to two years of sports for graduation? How’d someone as lazy as you score a track champion?”
As much as Tommy would like to comment that he wasn’t lazy, his only triumphs of stamina involved his little brother’s backdoor. So he kept his mouth shut and walked off, decidedly done with the conversation. “Hey, where are you going?”
“I’m going to hang out with my girlfriend,” Tommy pointed to the event now wrapping up, “And celebrate whatever she achieved.”
“Well don’t take too long. You’re my ride home.” 
He gave his little brother one middle finger in response. “I’ll take as long as I damn well please. Start taking the bus.” 
One thing Luke said struck a chord with Tommy. A lot of things if he were honest, but one specific one wasn’t fueled by unhealthy jealousy. Victoria was, as he damn well knew, out of his league. She was a jock, he was a reject. While every highschool movie cultural breakdown was two decades late compared to his life, the lion knew he didn’t stick out well in the crowd of suitors. 
So why him? He was willing to ask anyone, but the more he hung out with Victoria the more he liked her. She wasn’t just stronger than him, but confident. The hyena stood tall and owned every room she walked in, carrying a big smile and a cocky brow that made him feel…he wasn’t sure. Warm perhaps, he wasn’t a poet. 
She smiled back at him, releasing her grip from an elephant boy their age. “Hey, handsome,” Victoria grabbed his shirt collar without a beat, pulling him close to wrap her arms around him and lift. “You see my score?”
“Nope,” Tommy tried to ignore his erection as she held him, “Was it far?”
“Almost beat the state record.”
“Oh, shit.” He laughed, “That’s awesome. They gonna write a story about that?”
She laughed. Not in the cackling whooping way a hyena laughs when stressed or angry, but a mirror of his own joy. “No, not for highschool sports,” Victoria said, letting him down gently, “Nothing hits the news worth telling unless you break a record or you’re football.”
“What? No. That’s…sexist, right?” He asked. She nodded. “Yeah, that’s sexist. We should protest or something.”
She pinched and pulled at the thin mane doting his head, “It’s cute when you try to be supportive, really. I’m not too worried about it though, not when I have another way of celebrating.”
Dragged behind the equipment shed, Victoria shoved him against the chipping paint and pressed her muzzle against him. Her tongue breached his lips, wrestling his into submission without a fight. Cock straining against his jeans, Tommy breathed her air and sweat as she held him down to explore every crevice of his mouth. 
Growing bold, the lion’s shaky hands braced her sides and climbed up, slipping a finger underneath her sports top. She snickered, breaking away to tease him. “Why are you shivering? I’m not going to bite,” leaning in, the hyena whispered, “Hard.” 
“You’re kidding, right?” He asked. Her smile didn’t give him any credible answers. “Right, right. Sorry, just nervous.”
“Why?” She asked, “I’ve literally got you against a wall. There’s no way you could think I’m not liking what’s happening. Do you not?”
“No, no, I do!” Tommy urged, “I’m just worried I’ll make the wrong step and like, end it. I want to make sure you’re enjoying this as much as I am after all.”
“As if I don’t like making out?” She asked, brow raised. At his pause, she let go and tapped her shoulder, “Well, I suppose there’s something else we can do, if you want me to really enjoy this.” She turned her head to the crowd on the other side of the shed, currently filled with the other boys she competed with.
“And what’s that?”
“My place,” she said, “Give me, and yourself, time to shower and take care of business.”
Tommy nodded two times before her request weighed in. “You don’t…” he blinked. She smiled and nodded, “But we…are you sure?”
“Yeah. Unless you don’t want–”
“Icanbethereinanhour,” Tommy all but spat, forgetting to breathe. 
Hand on his face, Victoria gave him one more kiss, “Make it two. I have some…business to take care of.”


***


Arriving at his girlfriend’s house was another reminder that he had hit the jackpot. His dad did well as a used-car salesman, enough that the lion could pursue acting in theater on evenings, but as a single man raising two sons he had limitations. 
Victoria Taliasdaughter lived in a two-story house with a pool. A freaking pool. The young lion swore he didn’t pass any signs of a gated community on the way over. Given that there were only two gated neighborhoods in Highman Break and one of them had strict rules on what not to wear below the waist, he would be remiss to mistake her brick ladened home as a mark of affluence. 
He found himself wondering what her parents did as he parked. Victoria was an up and coming athlete that Tommy could see making it in the olympics. Was she inspired by her parents? Did her mother do something physically laborious? Maybe she was the breadwinner? Hyenas had a weird social structure that he didn’t quite understand beyond the bare basics; women were on top.
Ringing the doorbell, he smiled at Victoria answering the door. Only it wasn’t Victoria. The hyena had too many piercings and a face absent of joy to be his girlfriend. A face that Tommy wanted to bully before he blinked to wonder why he thought that. “Um, hi,” he asked, scratching behind his ears, “You’re Victoria’s twin, right?” Her name was on the tip of his tongue. It started with the same letter but for some reason it kept escaping him.
She glared, “Vanessa.”
“Vanessa!” he snapped his fingers, “Right, yeah. Vanessa. Sorry, I get you two mixed up.”
Her glare sharpened at his obvious lie. The nose ring and eye barbell piercings made it obvious that he couldn’t mistake them. Then she sighed and turned her head back to the house, “Sis, your boytoy is here!” 
“Boyfriend!” Victoria’s echo came from upstairs, “Boyfriend! Don’t put words in my mouth!” 
Vanessa smiled at Tommy’s confusion, “She’s waiting for you upstairs. Try to keep it quiet, will you? I’m watching TV.” 
Blushing at that remark, Tommy slipped past his girlfriend’s twin and hastily climbed upstairs. Not too quickly, wanting to keep an allure of restraint with a straight back rather than hunch forward like some mad dog hunting for sex. Even if that’s what he was. Actual sex with a girl he liked. Not plowing his little brother’s asshole after being tempted by fucked up flirting and crossdressing. Dick in pussy sex. The kind he’d dreamt off since he stopped hating girls. 
Shelves upon shelves covered Victoria’s wall, each lined with trophies or medals. The weight of her accomplishments stopped Tommy dead in his tracks as he reached her bedroom. Jersey’s, pictures of sports teams with her smiling, and scattered equipment like sticks for both field hockey and lacrosse. He knew his girlfriend was the top athlete in the school and, in comparison, he was a nobody. But knowing and seeing were completely different things.
“Hey, Tommy,” Victoria snapped her fingers, “Earth to Tommy, you there?”
He blinked, quickly looking to a nearby wall then back to her, “Um, y-yeah,” the lion muttered. “Sorry, just…it’s nothing.”
She cracked a grin and eyed the very wall he’d glanced at. “It’s a lot, right?” the hyena grabbed a medal across the room. Tommy didn’t notice she’d been wearing baggy cargo pants and a sports bra until she turned. He looked away in reflex, earning her laugh.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re not wearing a shirt.”
“And?”
His brow raised though he couldn’t tell if she saw it, “Sorry, it’s just I didn’t expect you to be so, you know,” 
“You think guys are the only ones allowed to be assertive?”
“Is it different for hyenas?”
“It is, but that doesn’t mean girls can’t be.” Placing a medal in his hand, she pulled him closer to kiss him. She sucked his breath away, slowly coiling her tongue around his before she pulled away with a playful yank at his lip. “This is my first medal. Got it when I was in 4th grade.”
A bronze or at least bronze colored medal appeared in his hands. Tommy squinted while reading the inscription out loud, “Participation of class…participation?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “everyone got it. Was a mock little sports festival promoting teamwork. It’s special to me because I like having victories. I keep every one of them, from third place to first. But Conquest can get stale after a while, so I did other things to freshen it up.”
“Other things?” he asked, “Like what?”
She slipped her hands under his shirt with a smile, “Oh, you’ll find out. Did you clean everything?” Tommy nodded, being sure to shower with shampoo, conditioner, and made every effort to be sure he’d need no breaks for what came next. Her smile sent giggles through his body, “Good boy,” the hyena whispered, followed with a forceful push to her bed. 
Just like at the track meet, Victoria had her way with his mouth. The hyena laid over him, possessively clasping his face with both hands as their lips touched. He found her fur wet when he grabbed her sides, no doubt from a shower. Breathing her breaths, Tommy’s cock stirred to tent into his jeans. The pressure from his pants urged him to unzip, but he couldn’t. Not unprompted. 
“I can feel you.” Her hand dragged down his shirt and slipped past his pants, but not his boxers. It dragged against the final layer of fabric, teasing the thick beast beneath. “Already so hard. Yet I don’t hear you begging.”
“I didn’t know I was supposed to.”
“That’s the hint, cutie.”
A split-second pause in his mind sent off alarm bells. “P-Please touch my cock,” Tommy pleaded without a breath. She cackled and told him to say it again. “Please, touch it.” He ground his tented shaft against the hand teasing it. With two fingers she stroked it through the fabric. Tantalized, he continued to beg for her real touch, no longer caring how pitiful he sounded.
“How badly do you want me to touch it?” she whispered.
“Really badly.”
“Really badly?” she repeated, “Would you do anything for it?” Tommy nodded. She grabbed his jaw to hold him steady and forced him to look into her eyes. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I…” he gulped and found his mouth tight and dry, “I’ll do anything for you to touch it.”
Her smile warmed his heart, “Good boy,” she pulled her hand out, letting the stench of his underwear and cock press up against his nose with her little bop. “I want you to get up and strip for me.”
“Strip?” He blinked, “Like a stripper?”
Her cackle bounced off the walls, “Sure. Like a stripper. Just without the pole.” Victoria flung him back to his feet while she sat back to her bed, hunched over with interest. Not knowing where to start, Tommy pulled his pants down first. “Woah, woah, slowly,” she held her palm out, “Make it sexy.”
“I don’t know how to do that.”
She rolled her eyes, “Gyrate your hips or something. Come on.”
He’d seen a few music videos of guys doing that. A flush of color filled his cheeks as he mimicked their movements. He hid his face as he pulled up his shirt, not wanting her to see the flustered expression and ruin her show. She hummed at the outline of his cock, and as it braced the open air she mused aloud with interest. “Not bad at all.”
“It’s, uh, bigger than most.” Not that Tommy compared it with other guys. The only other person to tell him that was his brother whose opinions weren’t from a sound mind. He saw her brow raise at the remark. “I mean, not to brag.”
“Right,” her sarcasm was evident, “No worries. Come here,” she patted the bedside next to her, getting up as soon as he sat down. Before he could comment, the hyena nudged his face to the blanket, “Just raise your butt for me, ok?”
“Uh, ok?” As he did so he asked, “Why?” 
“Oh just trust me, you’re going to love this.” The bed shifted underneath as she hobbled up behind him. Ass up high, Tommy grit his teeth at the compromised position. It was one thing to show his dick off, he was proud of that. But his ass? That was just what he sat on. Luke had made comments about it, but he never really understood why given that Luke preferred to catch. He shook his head, tired of thinking about his little faggot of a brother who tricked his way into getting fucked by Tommy. He was about to experience real straight sex for once. 
The confidence he had shook as two hands spread his cheeks. A warm and wet tongue lathered his pucker. He squeaked. Fingers clenched into the bed sheets as Victoria’s tongue explored him. “Wow, you are tight. Relax for me,” she whispered.
“T-That’s my ass.” 
She chuckled, “And?” Her hand pumped his erection before he could argue, “You’re hard all the same. Just relax. I got this.”
Relaxing was easier said than done. He had to block out that she was toying with his asshole to enjoy her tongue massage. In a way it felt peaceful, content. Something his little brother might insist on doing. Now that he thought about it, Luke had insisted on it once. Called it a rimjob. 
His question to confirm it turned to a mouth hanging gasps as something penetrated past his pucker. Something cold, wet, and stretchy like a latex glove. “Shh…it’s ok,” Victoria shushed him, “It’s just my finger. Don’t squeeze, you’re doing a good job.”
“W-Why is your finger in me?” Muttering that without clenching became a hell of its own.
“Why not? It looked inviting.” Her laughter set him at ease despite everything. “Did you know your ass has like, hundreds of nerves? Thousands even. It’s actually really sensitive.”
“Really?” That sensitivity had him tensing above his waist, “I, um, didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, and with boys there’s more. See guys have this thing called a prostate. I can’t remember what it’s for, all I know is that it’s usually behind the balls inside the ass and it feels really good when pressed. Now I just need to find it…”
A single bit of pressure made Tommy feel like he was at the edge of peeing. That euphoria of letting it out only for nothing to escape. A short moan, too subtle to be a yelp, escaped him, earning his girlfriend’s chuckle. “Oh, there it is. How’s it feel?” she asked, pressing and grinding against the spot.
“L-Like I’m peeing but not,” he muttered. Did Luke feel this whenever they fucked? There’s no way his cock missed it. 
“Then I’m in the right spot.”
Her finger was merciless. Tommy breathed deep at the slow grinding against his prostate. The edge of an orgasm clawed closer and closer but refused to tip over the apex. For a moment he didn’t feel the shame of not fucking her. This had to be her warming him up for her. But she didn’t have a prostate. Surely she had something in mind.
A discomforting emptiness filled him upon her exit. “Now for the real fun.” He turned his head only for her to push him back to bed, “Ah, ah, no looking. Keep your cute butt up.”
“My butt is cute?” he asked. 
“Course it is.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“I don’t understand why my butt is cute. I mean, girls don’t fuck butts, so why do they care about ass?” He had the same confusion with his brother who was a consistent bottom. The younger lion had enough praise that it was almost sickening. Yet Tommy never turned away the advances, not physically anyway.
Never mentally either, come to think of it.
“Well, I can’t speak for all girls,” Victoria said, “But I do have a very intimate love of boy butts. I see one I like and I just want to make the owner squeal. Yours especially.” 
“Squeal how?” he asked, smiling to fight his nerves. 
The cold wet embrace of lube pressed against him again. At first he thought they were her fingers again but realized both hands were holding his cheeks apart. “Oh, you’ll see. Stay relaxed.” Something big pushed into him. Bigger than a finger, maybe two. Tommy’s mouth hung agape in silent scream as pressure pushed his ring wide and slipped down, grinding against the inner walls of his ass until hitting his prostate then pushing past. Her breasts pressed against his back as she fell upon him. 
“Hmmm…” she hummed, “Not tight enough to be a virgin, but relaxed enough to let me in. We’ll need to improve on that later.”
The question of what the hyena was talking about rattled his brain until he felt her pull back to thrust in. Slowly she built a rhythm, easing into him but keeping her weight over his body. Not that he could move, everything under his waist refused to answer. Taking deep breaths he turned to face her, a new question on his lips, ‘A-Are you trans?”
She stopped. Her brow rose and mouth hung open, “What?” she asked.
His shoulders hunched defensively, “S-sorry, I don’t mean anything against it, I just didn’t know you had a dick. N-Not that I–”
Her hands palmed over his maw, “Shh. It’s a good thing you’re cute because you are very dumb. No, I’m not trans, Tommy. I’m born and identify as a girl. But, like a lot of spotted hyena women, I’ve got equipment that some guys are jealous of. Now, no more dumb questions. The only things I want to hear out of that mouth are your cute little moans. Keeps me in the zone.”
No more questions escaped his lips. None could fit with the tense breaths and heavy gasps at her slow rhythm. Her breasts pressed against his back as she hugged him, holding him still with each thrust. Pleasure climbed but wouldn’t come, scratching at an immovable door. 
Thoughts of Luke filled his head. His brother loved this feeling. Why else would he pressure his brother to fuck him? The prolonged rise of pleasure was maddening compared to the quick thrusts he could control inside his younger brother’s asshole. Yet there was a charm to it. A sense of fear and care knowing that she was over him, using him. 
His moan snuck by on a mistake. She cooed, “That’s it,” Victoria whispered, “Let it all out for me. Girls love the sound you boys make. Sounds we make you make.” Despite her requests he couldn’t bring himself to give in. He had his pride, damn it, even if she had him on the bottom. 
The hyena pulsed, shivering over him as she uttered incomprehensible grunts. Something wet seeped inside of him. Not like the wad he imagined. Did girls orgasm like guys? He didn’t know. What he did know was that she collapsed over him when finished, breath heavy from the workout. 
“Normally I don’t take so long. But I wanted to enjoy this more,” she said, grinning while both hands layered over her eyes. Emptied of her and confused, Tommy looked up to see that three hours had passed. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, unable to believe she’d spent three hours inside him. 
“Can you walk?” She asked. Tommy shook his head, not even trying to move his legs. “Hmm, pity. Well, we got time before you should drive back. How about I make it up to you?” Lowering herself to the floor, Tommy watched her face sink between his legs before exiting completely out of site. 
He continued to stare up at the ceiling, lost in thought as her warm tongue slathered his cock.


***


Luke couldn’t pull off a ponytail. 
He tried it in the mirror for an hour before giving up. His hair was too short and much of his mane hadn’t grown in yet. If the young lion were being honest, he had doubts he’d even try to keep his mane. Maybe once it grew in he’d sport a week of it, but he’d shave it off soon after. Seeing his brother’s nightmare gave him no hope to consider his own wouldn’t ruin his charm. 
Tangent on hairstyles aside, Luke tried to find other outfits to match his brother’s ‘girlfriend’. They didn’t own any stretchy or body conforming gym clothes though, not even for shorts. He gave up and sulked in the shared bedroom, eventually finishing his homework before opening up the computer to play something. 
So lost in Fortnite that he didn’t turn around to Tommy when he returned late. “Have fun with your girlfriend?” He asked, wearing his envy on his sleeves. What was he going to do if his brother opted to fuck her? He’d need to find a new boytoy, but who could be a service top? The town had no shortage of adults who’d like to fuck him but he wanted someone closer to his age. The queen bee’s boyfriend could work. Spike did seem to cast a hint of interest with every side eye. 
His brother both figuratively and literally yanked Luke from his thoughts. The young lion crashed against his older brother’s bed. Any complaint was cut short by a pillow shoved over his head. “Shut the fuck up,” Tommy growled, one hand holding the cub down while the other undid his pants. 
Luke’s struggles turned to teasing shakes once his pants were pulled off. Surprise at Tommy’s initiative didn’t wane his own eagerness at what was to come. Covered by the pillow he let his mind wander at what his brother’s big cock looked like as his plug was pulled away. It pulsed in his mind’s eye, hard as rock and ready to impale him for everything he had. 
Bed creaks and heavy huffs filled the air as his brother’s tip braced his pucker. Training and leftover lube from the toy allowed the fat rod to sink in without issue. Luke held no comfort back, letting the pillow be his muffle. 
Tommy snarled and pushed in, right up to his base. Luke’s legs lost control, twitching as the bigger lion pulled back to ram back in. Every inch ground against his prostate with bed shaking force. Victoria must have dumped him hard. 
“You like that?” He growled, “You fucking little faggot? You like getting fucked in the ass?” 
Luke replies were lost in his groans, the squeaking bed, and the wet slaps of his brother’s hips colliding against him. The rhythm rubbed his cock against the bedsheets, building his orgasm faster than he wanted. The ecstasy of climax came with fear that Tommy would stop soon after.
But he didn’t stop. Luke felt his brother fill him not long after he stained the bed yet the lion continued to thrust. “Yeah, fucking faggot. Course you would like it up the ass.” Tommy growled, “You’re just some bottom bitch.”
The extra aggression was lost on Luke. Prostate orgasms alone made him hard of hearing. He did notice his brother ranting throughout the night, stopping only when he slipped out and collapsed beside the young lion. Euphoria filled him even as his asshole felt unhappily empty.
His brother’s phone buzzed. Curious, Luke checked the notification then swiped his brother’s fingers to open it when he saw it as the lion’s girlfriend. 
“Hey, you ok? I know first times up the butt are tough, but I wanted to make sure you aren’t mad about it.”
Luke blinked once, twice, then looked at his brother for a third blink. He smiled and texted back. “I’m great. Can’t wait to do it again.”
If getting pegged made him that energetic, then Luke could support it. Not to mention that Tommy was clearly the bitch in their relationship. His big brother couldn’t have any bitches, save for Luke.