Erin lay sprawled on the reinforced couch in the community room on the second basement floor of the Luminagerie.  There were only a few other betas present and awake, as the nocturnal werehyenas slept most of the day.  It made the arrival of the nattily dressed Samoan and the silver haired psychologist alphas all the more nerve wracking for the betas who were awake.  Neither was very aggressive towards the other members of their clan, but the presence of both could only be purposeful.  

Sonada moved around to the back of the couch and loomed over it, while Sylia stepped in between the television and the teenager sprawled on the couch.  “Get up, Erin, the Oba wants to talk to you.”  She was dressed in jeans and a simple long sleeved blouse, but despite her age, she radiated a pure and intense sense of power.  

“Yeah whatever.”  Erin started to turn over, but Sonada reached down and picked her up by the back of her denim jacket, and flung her down the hallway, amongst the heavy steel cell doors that housed the clan.  Rather than tossing her up and out, he literally threw her down towards the floor, and she yelped as she slammed into the cement.  

Sylia was already walking down the hall as the girl picked herself up off the floor, her knees and elbows skinned as her inhuman reflexes had attempted to save her from the fall unsuccessfully.  As she rose she turned to Sylia and then choked, her knees going weak as she felt the power the woman exerted over her.  It was like a cloying, smothering blanket of desert heat, and it made her beast retreat from her, made her feel like she was about to die.  “No running away, little girl.”  Sylia took her by the back of the neck and the power faded, leaving the girl gasping desperately for breath.  The older woman manhandled her with ease, directing her towards the elevators that lead to the club proper.  

“What the hell?!” Erin complained after she'd caught her breath, which wasn't until they were half way down the hall.  Sonada was checking the shadows and catwalks like he was being a bodyguard, while Sylvia kept the girl in hand.  “I woulda come along....”

The older woman spoke firmly.  “You're not very much of a listener, and I can certainly understand why, but I'm not your shrink at the moment,” she explained as they moved quickly through the empty club.  “I was given an order by the Oba, and I am carrying out that order.  That is what intelligent people who like all of their limbs intact do when the Oba gives them an order.”  While Sylia often sought Erin to speak with her and help her through the trauma of becoming a werehyena, it was on her own time, and not something the Oba had ordered her to do.

Erin snorted.  “If this is about me going to that other club, I won't do it again.”  She squirmed a little, but the alpha female tightened her grip on the back of Erin's neck as they made their way up the stairwell to the club itself.

Sonada chuckled, a deep, base sound.  “You got that right, missy.”  Sylia didn't let go and he didn't stop looking around, nor did they let Erin stop as they walked across the floor of the closed Luminagerie.  There were only a few other werehyenas about, all betas in human form, all working to prepare the club for the evening's entertainments.

“Hey, I said I wouldn't....”  They stopped at the elevator, and Sonada stepped between the two female hyenas and the club, scanning the area.  “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Hey, what you said about her not listening, you sure nailed it, old biddy,” Sonada commented.

“Well, it's understandable.  Broken home, wrong club, wrong date, nearly eaten, infencted with a horrible transfiguration disease.  It really hurts a girl's sense of self, Sonada.”  They were talking over her as if she didn't exist, and when Erin started to really struggle, Sylia squeezed her neck hard.  Erin stopped immediately.  “And don't let Priss hear you call me that, or she'll try and hurt you again.”  

The big man nodded agreeably, lips pursed.  “Yah, keeps a man sharp, that one.”  He backed into the elevator when it arrived, continuing to protect Sylia and Erin from the unknown danger.  He glanced behind him when small fists pounded at his back.  “What're those mosquitoes doing back there, Syl?”

“Gawd, move a little, why don't you, you're taking up most of the elevator!”  Erin gave up and crossed her arms over her Dethclok t-shirt and button-heavy jeans jacket, before tugging her very short skirt back into place.  “Why'd you have to bring him along anyways.”  

The patient old woman spoke simply.  “Because the Oba said to bring you to her, and I told Sonada to fight your protector so I can do that.”  Though the statement was simple, what was unsaid was far more alarming.  On a basic level Erin understood the clan hierarchy, but this was her first real experience with the assegai, the warriors of the Oba's right hand.  The zar, the punishing demons of the Oba's left hand, were another matter entirely and worked much differently.

“Why are you doing what she tells you, then?  You could take her, right?” Sylia smiled at Erin's attempts to manipulate them, and Sonada actually laughed.  

“Little miss, the only one who can take Sylia is the Oba, and she told me to do this, so I am gonna do it.  But not just 'cause she'll kick my ass.  I am doing this because the Oba gave Sylia an order, and the Oba gets what shi wants.  If Sylia is doing this on Oba's say so, then I am doing this for Sylia and the Oba.”  He steeled himself as the doors opened, at the top floor, and he relaxed just a little as nothing shocking or violent happened.  Sonada stepped out and checked the area thoroughly.  

The young beta started to follow, but Sylia held her fast.  “Let the bodyguard do his job,” she said gently.

Erin looked at her funny.  “What, protecting us from the empty room?”  

“If the Oba decides we're interrupting something shi doesn't want interrupted shi might decide to punish Sonada, or just kill him.  Or a guest shi has might attack.  Or a cub might have just turned and is starving, and the Oba might find it amusing to let it try and eat Sonada.”  Erin's heart started racing, and the stink of her dawning fear gave the psychologist hope that she might just survive this.  “Shi might have called Aura in and Aura might decide to eat Sonada.  Or there might be a mess and Sonada might not want to let you see.”  Now the girl was breathing fast, realizing that she was in a much more dangerous world than even the zar lived in.  

When Sonada motioned them into the room, Erin gawked.  She'd never seen the Oba's personal room, and decadent was the least descriptive word for it.  The silver floor tiling was recent, and in the middle of the room a leafless tree of black rose, supporting the ceiling painted in galactic swirls of deep violet, dark red and midnight blue.  A single silver crescent, the symbol for which their clan of werehyenas was named, gleamed to one side of the tree's ceiling-branches.  Track lightning gave everything a cool white glow, and the black and red tiled walls added to the weird, almost surreal appearance.  The bathing area was open to the living room, and the furnishings were metal and black leather cushioned, avant-garde stuff.  The huge bed on one side of the room took up more space than the seating in front of the human-fish tank downstairs.  The offices near the bed area were dark, and the blinds of the windows closed.  

The Oba was sitting at the edge of the bed, resting hir elbows on hir knees and with head on hir folded hands, seeming oblivious to the presence of the others.  Sonada remained at the elevator, as Sylia marched the youngster up to the Oba.  Shi was dressed in a simple red t-shirt and jeans, nothing else.  Hir braid hung along hir shoulder and reached nearly to hir waist.   Before the assegai could speak, the Oba did, hir voice rich and smoky.  “Thank you Sylia.  You may go.”

Releasing the girl, Sylia simply turned and left, taking Sonada with her.  

Erin's heart was racing, and she could feel warm energy flowing from the Oba.  It made her feel nervous, and she tried to keep from fidgeting.  The Oba's beautiful-handsome face, perfectly androgynous was calm, peaceful.  Hir eyes were closed as shi sat quietly; hir small, firm breasts moved slowly and evenly with hir breaths, and shi seemed utterly relaxed.  The more relaxed shi became, the more nervous Erin felt, the prickling of her beast under her skin sharper, more intense, seeking the source of that warm breeze.  

When Killian Rei's eyes opened, they were a deep honey gold, but hir sclera were black, and the gold was slowly being hemmed in by bright yellow, partially changed in a way that Erin had never seen any hyenas' eyes.  The breeze stopped and the silence in the room seemed deafening.  As the Oba's eyes melted back to human, shi rose, towering over the young hyena.  Erin took a step back, and schooled her face into the defiant, smug expression that she usually wore.  

“I can feel you all, you know,” Killian said, hir husky voice soft and reverent.  “Not individually, but as a whole.  The life of the whole Luminous Arc in me, sharing with you.  The good, the bad, the hurting, the joyful.  The Zar, the Assegai, the Clan, the Cubs and Pups.”  Shi stroked the soft copper curls of Erin's hair lightly, smiling faintly.  “So when I say this is my Clan, it isn't just a sign of ownership, or some metaphor.  It is a very real, very deep connection.”  

Despite the gentle touch, and the soft, low voice which gave Erin butterflies in her stomach, her beast clenched inside her body, and her throat tightened.  She forced herself to breathe, remembering how Aura had cut up anyone who threatened her, how she could get away with plenty because Aura was so scary, so dangerous only two of the zar dared stand up to her.  “Sounds like a bunch of metaphysical crap to me,” she said, forcing herself to sound blasé.  The gentle hand played with her soft curls, and she turned blue eyes to meet the Oba's.  

“Oh, it is.  It is very real metaphysical shit.  For instance....” shi murmured as shi slowly walked around behind Erin, making the girl tense.  “You're not just afraid, you're trying to be confident, so certain that your guardian angel will teach me a lesson for scaring you.  You're thinking of how she tears into the people, the hyenas who try and touch you the way they want to, to mate with you the way they want to.”  Hir fingers slid along the girl's derriere, and Erin had to resist slapping the hand away.  “Do you know what you are to Aura, pretty Erin?”

Erin's heart was beating faster as the Oba stood before her, arms crossed, a smirk gracing hir soft lips.  Those honey-gold eyes almost glowed in the ambient light.  “I'm her pet, and that means no one touches me that she doesn't want touching me,” she claimed, snapping the words out defiantly.  

The Oba leaned over, and looked into her angry blue eyes.  “You're her excuse, Erin.”  Those golden eyes watched as she tried to process the explanation, and when she didn't seem to understand, the Oba leaned a little closer.  “You're the excuse she uses to slice up my hyenas with knife, claw and fang, little Erin; the reason she uses to be a monster.  And that's all you are to her.  Nothing more than an excuse.”  Killian stood up, and Erin's defiant streak exploded.

“Yeah then what's your excuse?  What give you the right to order us around and do what you want?  What excuse do you use to beat up people and fuck whoever you want?”  It was a calculated risk, but the Oba didn't seem to powerful or dangerous right now, outside the Ubuku.  Oh, she had seen the Oba do amazing things, had seen how strong shi was, but not up close and personal.  

Killian laughed, and the soft, throaty laughter chilled Erin's momentary anger to ash.  “Erin....I don't need an excuse.  I am Oba because I fought the previous Oba, her three top Assegai and her three top Zar, and I won against them all.”  Shi sat on the bed, leaning hir arm on one thigh and resting the other on hir hip, hir legs spread mannishly.  “My word is law because there is absolutely no one who can defeat me.  Didn't you listen to Sylia and Sonada on your way here?”  Erin struggled to maintain her defiant poise, but it was quickly crumbling between the Oba's casual dismissal of her threats and hir seeming invulnerability to the manipulations that could make others angry and give Erin a reason to feel put upon and righteous in her outrage.

Erin snorted.  “They're tough, but they're not Zar and they don't give a damn about anyone else.  You're not any different.”  She glared at the Oba, and then asked dismissively.  “Are we done yet, I promised I wouldn't go to the club again.”  

The Oba smiled slowly.  “Yes, you promised again.”  

Erin blinked.  “What?”  She had expected to be backhanded or growled at or thrashed.  This wasn't part of the script.

“You promised again.  For the second time.  As in you didn't fulfill your promise the first time.”  The honey-gold eyes bored into Erin's baby blue eyes.  “Erin, what makes you think I'd believe you a second time when the first promise didn't hold up?”  Hir California accent was sharp and intense to the young New Yorker.  “What is it about Alternatives that draws you so?  Not the ambiance, certainly.  You're not fucking anyone there.”  Erin struggled not to bare her teeth at the Oba.  “Do you like the dancers, perhaps....ah....you like how the dancers look.  That's what you like.”  Erin's blush deepened.  “Well that and suicidally challenging my authority.”

“You're not gonna do anything to me.  You don't want Aura to fight you even if she'd lose, and I'm just a kid.”  The Oba's grin become more broad and shi slowly reached out and this time Erin did try to smack hir hand away.  She gasped and drew her arm back, the pins and needles as bad as when she'd gotten it slammed in a door shortly after her first change.  The Oba's arm was like rebar. 

Hir hand settled along the side of Erin's neck, hir thumb lightly brushing the girl's throat, fingers settling along her back, under her jacket to caress the skin along her spine lightly.  “No, you aren't a kid.  You're an adult in our world.  I named you Acatia, made you one with us, and marked you as ours.  You are an adult hyena of the Clan of the Luminous Arc, not a human child from a bad home who is used to manipulating people.”  The soft, warm voice was kindly, gentle, and it was even more terrifying than the anger she'd expected.  “You disobeyed my rules, promised not to do so again to one of my alphas, broke your promise, and tried to make the same promise.  But you have to understand, Acatia....”

The Oba started to pull her close and Erin placed both hands against the Oba's chest and tried to resist.  The Oba didn't even strain to bring her close, it was like fighting against a hydraulic press.  The Oba whispered softly to her, warm breath in her ear.  “I don't need an excuse to punish you, to do whatever I want to you.  I can simply do it.”  The soft whisper became a hot breathy voice and Erin felt her knees go weak.  “And you can't stop me.  But I gave you chances.  You wasted them. So many chances, just during this little talk.  You're so much like Aura....so headstrong, so sure of yourself.  But you belong to me, and now I'm going to put you in your place.  And as I do so, you get to remind yourself that you brought it all on yourself.”  The Oba let go suddenly and Erin stumbled back, staring into the Oba's glowing eyes.  “All on you, Erin.”

Erin staggered back, the words seeming to resound in her head again and again:  'you can't stop me', 'you brought it on yourself', echoing through her mind.  “No, I....”  Her voice trailed off.  She had.  She had disobeyed her Oba, and her Oba was going to punish her.  Erin hadn't begged forgiveness, she had resisted the Oba's wishes, even raised her hand to try and stop the Oba.  “....why?”

Killian was standing again and walked around Erin, who stood trembling, her eyes closing as she imagined the sorts of punishments that the Oba would inflict upon her.  Having spent much of her time among the Zar, Erin's imagination was very vivid in supplying details.  “Because Alternatives is for humans, and you aren't human.  Very simple.”  Killian stepped close behind the sixteen-year-old, and gently took her coat from her.  “If you turn someone by accident, go home with some handsome man and kill him, or worse, turn him, then I have to either kill you or let the federal marshals kill you.  To say nothing of the fact that you'll be doing to someone else exactly what was done to you.”  The actual 'why' was more Sylia's cause than Killian's, and shi was willing to let the older alpha have her turn even if shi understood the reason Erin did these stupid things hirself.

The very thought of inflicting the curse, the disease that turned her into an animal, on another person made Erin's stomach do a slow turn.  The Oba went to hir knees behind the girl, and slowly undid her shoes, holding them down so Erin could step out of them.  Finally obedient, she did so.  “Not that I care about the humans, mind you.  They'd be collateral damage, accidents, unlucky or just stupid.  No, I can't afford to lose a hyena just because they got excited.  None of my people are expendable, not even my omegas.”  The words brought Erin's mind to the here and now.  “That doesn't make this impersonal.  It is all about you, this time.  Just as it would be if it were Blake, Priss, or Ellery; it would be all about them.”  Hir fingers slid up the girl's firm thighs, under her skirt and slowly wrapped about the elastic bands that clutched her hips.  “It's never impersonal.”

Erin's cheeks were coloring as the Oba slowly slid her panties down.  She was smart enough not to resist.  “What....what are you doing?”  The tap at her ankle to make her lift her foot caused her to hesitate further, but the Oba lifted her head to look at Erin, who was looking back.  Hir expression, blank as it was, made Erin immediately comply.  The panties were set aside and the Oba stood slowly, hir fingers trailing along the girl's thigh.

“I'm going to give you a spanking of course.”  

“A spanking?!”  Erin turned around, and tried to push the Oba away ineffectively, her rage instantly reignited by the idea of that humiliation.  “FUC-”  Her epithet was cut short by the Oba's hand around her throat and squeezing hard enough to choke off any protest, to say nothing of blood and air.  The Oba lifted the girl effortlessly to eye level, hir honey colored eyes unhappy.  Erin's still human hands clawed ineffectively at the arm that held her up so easily.  Her beast started to rise to the surface and then it was choking in her body, the spirit of her animal struggling just as ineffectively as her body was.

“Please, please tell me you were not about to say 'fuck off' to me.”  The Oba's voice was almost inaudible.  “Please tell me I'm not going to have to rip your tongue out of your head and make you eat it.  I would really prefer not to, but if you want me to, I certainly can give you that.”  Erin's vision was greying out and she couldn't even manage the breath to whine submissively.  The Oba held her like that, staring into the girl's terrified eyes.  Erin nearly pissed herself in terror, absolutely certain she was going to die.  When the tears were flowing freely, just before Erin's vision become totally dark, the Oba set her down, hir other hand sliding into the red curls and gripping tightly before shi let go of Erin's throat.

Erin gasped for breath, her head filling with cotton and white light filling her vision.  Sparks swam across her eyes as her breasts heaved.  The girl's hand weakly came up to clutch at the Oba's wrist, trying to help support herself since her legs were so weak and having her hair pulled was painful.  The ringing in her ears faded as her vision returned, and she sobbed quietly to herself, terrified in a way she had never been before.  Before her beast had always been there to help her, even if she got the crap beaten out of her.  She might lose the fight, but she would live, and there wasn't any injury she'd suffered that she couldn't survive. 

She had felt the power of other alphas, had her beast forced in and out of her, been transformed and had her beast controlled....but she had never before had it simply be there and helpless, unable to do anything yet fully part of her.  Everything the other hyenas she had met were, the Oba was ten times that.  Erin was only weaker because she was younger, and there were plenty of others she was stronger than, even men.  But against the Oba she had been utterly helpless, beast and human alike, nothing more than a pup trying to stand up to a hurricane.  

Now she was not just scared, but she was aware of exactly WHY she should have been scared in the first place.

The Oba pulled her to the edge of the bed, and bent her over the edge of it at the hips, the hardwood grinding into Erin's hips painfully.  Killian's other hand unzipped her skirt at the side and pulled it down to pool about her ankles, baring the teen from the waist down.  Shi smiled as shi lightly brushed the coppery down along the girl's sex.  Letting go of Erin's hair, shi placed hir hand just below the girl's neck, making her tense.  Hyenas attacked the back of the neck; it was as much threat as it was to keep her in place.  A not-so-subtle reminder that at the moment Erin lived solely at the Oba's discretion.  

Killian stroked the soft, smooth bottom of hir disobedient beta, noticing the scent of arousal starting despite the girl's terror.  When shi brought hir hand up for the first blow, Erin's breath caught in a choked sob....which became a shriek of agony when the powerful androgyne's hand came down on that unprotected derriere.  The Oba was quite possibly the single strongest creature in all New York; there were some few faery-kind that could claim greater strength, but even untransformed the Oba could dismantle an armored car with hir bare hands.  

Shi was very kindly holding back, of course; Killian wanted to punish the girl, not pulverize her pelvis.  Hir blows were careful but meant to hurt, and only a few blows on each cheek was enough to make the girl's pale ass a bright cherry red.  Erin was half-screaming, half barking her pain by the time that the Oba had administered twenty firm blows to each soft, rounded cheek.  The sheets and mattress were a ruin under the girls hands; she wasn't a weakling herself and could easily have beaten a full grown beta werewolf to death with her bare hands, assuming she could catch it.

The Oba sat on the edge of the bed, noting the bruising of the piteously sobbing girl's thighs and hips from the hardwood of the bed frame.  Shi slowly stroked the hot red skin of the girl's derriere, and Erin's sobs dissolved into a fearful whine....but she wriggled a little as well.  The wriggle wasn't necessary – Killian's normal senses were as acute as any shapeshifter's were, and Erin, despite her pain and humiliation, was turned on.  It was undoubtedly the beta's effort to turn self destructive fighting impulses to something survivable, though Killian suspected that another part was having an authority figure who cared enough to punish her for her infraction.  Which Killian was and did, despite hir gruesome threats.  

Despite her youth, Erin was an adult in the hyena clan, and as such, had been subjected to her share of life in the clan:  fighting other shapeshifters both inside and outside the clan, for dominance and territory; sex as a method of domination aside from recreation; and hunting the animals Killian brought for their moon ceremonies.  Killian still hesitated for a moment.  There were risks, but the trembling, fearful girl half on hir bed was enticing in so many ways.  One of which was as food, especially with as afraid as she was combined with her utterly submissive position.  

Hunger could be turned to sexual desire too, and while Killian had no issues with eating people shi had not been kidding about each and every hyena under hir rule being precious.  

Shi kept hir hand on the upper part of Erin's back, but hir caresses became more purposeful, more intimate.  Long, slender fingers explored the soft, hot creases of skin along the girl's groin, traced her puffy labia, played lightly with the soft copper down.  The gentle touches brought no complaint or defiance from the youngster, though her sobs became less violent.  Killian grinned as a light stroke along Erin's slightly protruding inner labia brought a sharp intake of breath from the girl.  

“If you had wanted my attention so badly, Erin, you could have simply asked an alpha to let me know.”  Hir husky voice was soft, sultry.  That brought another soft sob, which was followed by a shocked moan as the finger was firmly pressed into the soft and very wet channel of hir hyena's sex.  “Or come to me yourself.”  The musk of the girl's need erupted from the parted labia to surround them both and Killian inhaled slowly and deeply, not merely for the scent of sex, but the smells of tears, pain, humiliation, and submission.  Mostly, however, it was to catch Erin's scent, the scent of the girl herself.  The scent of her sugar addiction, her preference for cherry lip gloss, the lightly metallic scent of her supposedly unscented deodorant, the rich and cloying tang of her peach-mango shampoo....the scents that combined with her feminine skin to craft the unique scent of 'Erin.'

Killian's finger slowly ran oblong circles in the girl's smooth, slippery vulva, exploring her labial folds and brushing the delicate hood which protected her clitoris.  The Oba was being deliberately careful now, giving the girl only pleasure.  Shi responded to the slight movements the girl made, stroking a little more ~here~, avoiding the place ~there~ that was too sensitive.  Finally shi pushed hir middle finger deep into the girl's vagina, feeling the wetness and heat of the tight channel.  No matter what forms her lovers had taken, Erin healed completely, and that left her unusually tight despite the forced promiscuity of the hyenas.  The tearing of satin, cotton, and the bending of springs indicated how intense the pleasure was for the girl as he clutched at the already damaged bedding.  

Rotating hir hand, Killian pressed hir finger along the soft pad of flesh deep inside the girl's sex, and Erin's head came up in shock as her Oba gave her a jolt of pleasure more intense than anyone else had bothered to.  The tall androgyne refrained from laughing, but turned hir hand back as shi went to one knee behind Erin.  Hir other hand slid down to the small of Erin's back, and shi ran hir tongue along the still red flesh of her derriere, making Erin stiffen in fear and pain despite the soothing coolness.  The feel of her bearing down on the intruding finger did bring a soft chuckle, and Erin's embarrassment was added to the mixture of her smells. 

When Killian slipped hir finger free, the girl relaxed, and started to get up as the Oba's hand left the small of her back.  The grasp of Killian's hands along her upper thighs and lower buttocks, thumbs pulling her sex open so that the heat of that wicked tongue could slide into her, caused Erin to give a sharp cry as she fell back down to the ruined bedding.

Killian lifted the girl's hips, as she rose to her knees, and the girl squirmed helplessly as she was held up.  Erin did manage to brace her hands against areas of the bed she hadn't inadvertently destroyed during her spanking.  She looked back at the dark haired hermaphrodite, blushing more deeply as she was kept prisoner with such ease.  Killian licked her deep and slow, taking hir sweet time with the young werehyena.  The hot top surface of hir tongue stroked up, then shi licked back down, the soft underside of hir tongue pressing into the place where Erin's clitoris was exposed under the delicate hood.  Erin's body was shaking, half from the nerve-wracking experience of her punishment and now with the pleasure she was being given.  

Every stroke of the Oba's tongue was firm, deliberate and intense, and the Oba knew how to use it well.  When shi lowered Erin's derriere a little, to the girl's shock and embarrassment that hot slick muscle did not confine itself to the wetness of her sex, but moved higher to stroke the sensitive tight starburst of sensitive skin surrounding her anus.  The Oba included that tender flesh between, hir tongue traveling the length of sexual flesh from clitoris to perineum to anus. Erin's insides clenched and she tore more of the bed to shreds as her body stiffened and her hands grabbed for support.  She kicked a little but the Oba hardly noticed – it was like kicking a rubber coated cement wall.  

Erin's breaths became quick and desperate as her body reacted ever more strongly to the sexual desires the Oba was fulfilling.  Not just hers, but Killian's as well.  She cried out plaintively when the tongue was pulled away, but then she was hurled to the middle of the bed.  The Oba stripped off hir own shirt, baring hir firm, small breasts, a lean and smooth body that spoke of faint femininity and slender masculinity in equal amounts, and hir strange sex, or sexes.  A thick, hard maleness jutted up, giving way at the base to soft folds, with no sign of clitoral hood or clitoris.  Erin, still half dressed, started to scramble away but the Oba was already moving across the bed, catching her ankle and dragging her close with a ferocious grin.  Erin screamed in fright as she was held down, fully expecting the Oba to transform and simply devour her.  

Killian admitted to herself in Erin's defense that it was something that could happen.  It had before.

But this time, all shi wanted was Erin's flesh under hir's, not in hir.  Pinning the struggling girl to the bed, Killian forced hirself between the girl's legs and pressed hir hard maleness to the soft flesh made available by that act.  The fact that shi could perform this act in both human form and as a hyena was not lost on Killian, though most people – even among hir own hyenas – considered this a masculine act.  Shi let the girl struggle under hir, begging, pleading for release, for her life, until the head of hir prick slipped into those soft folds that lay between her pretty red-headed victim's legs.

The Oba buried the hard prick deep inside Erin, who screamed more from pain than fear when the Oba's hips pressed onto her freshly spanked derriere.  The Oba's honey-brown eyes watched with vicious pleasure as shi gave the selfish brat a good, hard fucking.  Erin couldn't seem to decide if she was begging for more or for release, and Killian leaned close to taste the salt of her tear-stained cheeks.  The girls orgasm was violent, incredibly violent as she screamed, shook....and changed, her petite human body bulging, clenching, her tightness squeezing Killian's maleness hard enough to hurt.  Her shirt and bra were shredded as muscle and bone expanded, twisted, and grew thick, wiry fur.  Killian wrapped one arm about the girl's throat and the other about her chest, drawing her arms down and catching them

Pleasure and pain came in crashing waves as Erin shifted, transforming under her Oba as her Oba fucked her.  The pulsing sex that Killian was buried in elongated, twisted around and nearly inverted as she changed, becoming something like an erection.  The Oba's strength was still overwhelming, and Erin could not escape that powerful grasp....she panted heavily, now taller and more broad than the Oba, but it was the Oba who still held her pinned and who still fucked her, despite the alien-ness of her sexual organs.  The penetration of her pseudo-penis was even more distressing, because it was not Erin's choice but the Oba's power over her that was forcing the experience on her, a near impossible act of rape for a natural hyena.

Then Killian was coming, spilling hot, impotent seed into the young werehyena's inhuman sex.  Shi grunted heavily with each thrust, and Erin struggled to escape....and then let loose a series of guttural cries as Oba allowed hirself to transform.  Unlike Erin, the Oba did not stop at the half-human, half animalistic form, the lanky, powerful, clawed and deadly half-changed form.  Killian allowed hir own transformation run the entire gamut, hir powerful limbs stretching, cracking, breaking, flesh tearing an reforming as Erin cowered under hir.  Erin gave a series of shrill barking coughs as her pseudo-penis was forced to accept the swelling, massive thickness of the true hyena's pseudo-penis inside its length, tears spilling from her glowing yellow eyes.  

The Oba was a massive beast, fully nine feet long from nose to tail, weighing in at several hundred pounds.  Several more thrusts made Erin give hir short barks or yelps of pleasure-pain in reply to the deeper, harder penetration by the thick organ.  The Oba responded with chuckling coughs in hir pleasure and amusement, slowly withdrawing hir sex from that of the young half-changed creature underneath hir, before slowly licking the monster's muzzle to forgive her for her foolish desires and even more foolish disobedience.  

As Erin quivered underneath hir, shi shifted hir haunches slightly....giving the slick organ a firm, threatening slide along Erin's tight anus.  Erin tensed, whining in fear as Killian laugh-coughed again, leaving her to contemplate the threat for another foolish breaking of the Oba's rules.  As Killian nuzzled the girl-monster beneath hir lovingly, Erin finally began to relax, aching inside and out.

Erin was thankful that the change had removed the pain of the spanking though.

~XS