Pow the Hyena has a friend over

>Fuck.
>Ouch.
>Your mind swims with pain and lethargy in equal amounts.
>Your face was down on some of the softest pillows  you'd had in a while.
>And somewhere deep underneath you, you can feel wetness seeping everywhere.
>A but of fuzzy here, a snort there.
>The room stank of sweat and... sex?
>Even in your druggy, half-lucid state, something snapped together.
>You'd been raped.
>And it hurt.
>You struggle to coordinate your nerves to feel what hurt, until you finally locate the source: a crying, bleeding asshole.
>Well, not all of it was blood. Some of it was spooge.
>The fuzzy shifts a bit.
>"Hey there lover boy. Sleep well?" the fuzz rasped.
>Oh no.
>A hand slaps your behind, causing you to yelp involuntarily.
>"You were a good fuck last night, lover boy. I conked out so fast after I pulled out of your fat ass..." the fuzz trailed off.
>You struggle to remember anything about this woman.
>It was a yeen - er, hyena - named Pow.
>That's what she told you to call her after you fucked up the pronunciation of her name six times in a row.
>She was a tall, muscular, punky girl who shaved half of her head and grew out the other.
>Her sheer stature belied her tender, affectionate
>You remember she challenged you to a game of poker at the bar.
>She offered you a drink after a couple of losing hands.
>And now you're here.
>With her gigantic penis having erected to its terrible glory between your thick thighs.
>"Aw, look! Chucky is excited to see you, too!," Pow said.
>Sweat began to pour from your body as you attempted to pull away from her.
>Pow simply caressed your lower cheek open and pushed in, the blood and spooge of the previous night aiding her entry.
>Ouch.
>Oh god.
>It... felt good?
>Oh god it felt amazing.
>For all fourteen inches of Pow's absolutely massive pecker, she proved to be surprisingly ginger and gentle with you.
>"Heehee, that's better, don't you think? It don't ever hurt as much the second time. Just relax and let me fuck you 'till my momma's done with breakfast."
>The first plap of balls against ass jiggled your entire body and sent shockwaves through you, her explosive force almost causing you to black out.
>The second plap actually did cause you to black out.
>You don't remember many of the others until you feel her ease into a passionate rhythm.
>A whimper of painful exhaustion escapes your lips.
>"Poor baby, wanna stop?" Pow asked.
>You nod weakly.
>"Sure, I'll stop when I give you triplets."
>The pace immediately picks up.
>Pow's massive dick presses against parts of you that you didn't even realize were there.
>The plaps were deafening.
>Tears begin to vacate your eyes as you moan and grunt with pain and humiliating pleasure alike.
>You feel the hyena's paws begin to grip and molest your backside roughly.
>Her penis begins to tighten and tense, an orgasm close behind.
>"No, please-," you try to say.
>Pow's response was simply to hilt herself deep within you and groan.
>Spooge began to flood every crevice of your body.
>There was so much of jt, and she wouldn't. Stop. Cumming.
>You vomit heavily, your bloated stomach unable to hold it all in
>It did nothing to relieve the absolute distension.
>After an eternity, Pow had emptied her balls.
>You cough up a little more of her cum.
>Pow touches her collarbone in disgust.
>"Ew. That's gross, dude. Learn to hold your lunch."
>You respond by burping up another mouthful of cum
>Pow nuzzles against you for a moment before getting up, leaving you to flop against the bed.
>"I'm gonna take a shower. There's another bathroom down the hall, unless you want to have another session with me."
>The mere thought made you puke cum all over yourself.
>"Aw, that's so cute. I'll see you at breakfast, lover boy."
>The door to the Hyena's bathroom closed, leaving you alone to marinate in her semen.