Anywhere But Here (CH 3) [Human(m)xHyenas(f)]

Anywhere But Here [human(m)xmultiple hyena(f),violence, femdom, smut, pseudo-penis, intersex, romance, drug use]
By Teether


Chapter 3


>”Get up Twigs we got a lot of miles to cover” you hear Riley say as she lightly slaps you in the face a couple of times
>You look over at the clock on the nightstand next to you, its radioactive green numbers showing 5:00am
>You look up to see Riley half naked, slipping on her pants and boots
>”We’re not gonna shower? Just up and go? But you’re covered in dirt and sweat.”
>”You tryin to say I stink, Human?” Riley says tying the laces on her boots
“Ummm….”
>”’Beasts’ don’t have the same obsession with washing that you humans do. We prefer our own scent to those gross smelling chemicals you skins rub on yourself. If you don’t like our smell then tough shit, human”
”No its fine” you panic “Its really not a big deal”
>”Good” said Riley as she puts on her jacket
>She grabs your pants off the floor and throws them at you “Now get your scrawny ass up, we need to go”
>You quickly get dressed and head outside with Riley
>The sun just barely peaks over the horizon, giving the land a warm glow
>You can see the rest of the girls are already geared up in the parking lot and talking amongst themselves
>Riley snaps her fingers loudly getting the groups attention
>”Come on girls lets head out. Angel! Its your turn to babysit Twigs”
>You look over as a burly Hyena girl about five foot ten tall and built like a stack of tires motions you over to the bitch seat on her wide chopper
>You walk over to the bike getting a better look at Angel your “babysitter” for the day
>Her SoCal Sisters leather vest and bike are completely covered in all different religious symbols and trinkets from crosses, to pentagrams, to occult writing all in white paint

>Angel’s lips are pursed with dark black lipstick and her fur stained in even more bizarre white religious iconography
>She reeks of swisher sweets, incense and candy
>”Well look at you sweet stuff, were gonna have some fun today! Climb on, we don’t want to fall behind the rest of the girls now do we?” she said looking you over with a wide smile
>You nod and climb on to the backset of the large bike
>She hands you a helmet covered in rune scribbles and devil horns as she peels out of the parking lot
>You put on the helmet and wrap you hands around Angel, feeling her immense, solid, weight
>An hour or two fly by with nothing unusual, just you, Angel and the endless sky
>Its kind of peaceful but you know that won’t last for long
>Eventually, you all pull over to a truck stop to take a piss break
>You walk into the empty men’s room and go up to the urinal to take a piss
>Silence. Just you and the four dirty tile walls
>A large figure takes the urinal right next to you letting out a heavy stream and sigh of relief
>You look over to your right at the figure
“Riley? What the fuck are you doing in the men’s room?”
>”What’s your problem, Twigs? Pee shy?” she says with a grin
>You look down the row of urinals and see the rest of the gang using them as well
*Whatever. Fuck it. Sure
>You shake out the last drips and zip up your pants
>You walk over to the sinks but as you begin to turn on the cold water Angel grabs you and drags you down to the far end of the bathroom
>She pulls some chalk out of her jacket and begins to draw a large ritual circle on the bathroom floor
>”I need your cum sweet stuff. Come on, whip it out” Angel said very matter-of-fact
”What? Like now? Here? Why?”
>”I am trying to summon a guardian to protect us on our trip and I need your seed. Semen is the most potent libation in any ritual next to blood”
“Uh huh……Your fucking crazy” you say crossing your arms
>Angel grabs you by the junk “Don’t call me crazy! Out! Now!” she growls
“Ok! Ok! Just don’t break the boys!”

>Angel lets go as you unzip you pants and pull down your underwear
>She get on her knees and begins to stroke your dick with her giant paws
>Once your dick is up, she opens her sharp toothed mouth and wraps her giant lips around your member
>She takes it all, easily pressing her lips down to your base leaving a black lipstick kiss behind
>Her large tongue ungulates over your shaft like a turbulent ocean
>You moan with pleasure as she continues going faster and faster
>She pulls your dick out of her mouth and lays on her back in the circle on the floor
> Angel rips open her jacket as her massive furry breasts fall out
>Her hard black nipples poke through the fur of the mounds with a large fluffy chest tuft running between them
>”Get down here and fuck 'em, Sweets” Angel says cradling the giant beasts in her arms
>You straddle her midsection as you press your hard rod between the two giants
>Your dick becomes enveloped in the soft, furry, caress of Angel’s beautiful tits
>The soft downy-like fluff of Angel’s chest tuft caresses the underside of your shaft as her breasts gently stroke the sides of your rod
>”Angel are you fucking done doing your damn hoodoo ritual! We need to go! Chop chop!” You hear Riley yell through the bathroom entrance
>”Goddamit! Riley give me a second, were almost done!” Angel yells trying to keep her breasts pressed firmly against your thrusting
>The faster you thrust, the more you feel every little bit of fur run over your dick and balls
>”Come on Sweets, cum for me Sweets. You know you want to come all over these tits” says Angel as she begins to thrust her tits down towards your base along with your rhythm
>Your getting close as her chest tuft tickles over every part of your member, the soft fluff absorbing the pre-cum dripping from your tip
>You make a couple more quick thrusts as you shoot your seed all over Angel’s chest
>You stay still for a second as your orgasm dies before climbing off and pulling your underwear and pants back up
>Angel scoops the cum off her chest and drips it on the six points of the ritual circle before finishing the whole circus act with some jibberish chants
>Angel gets up and tucks her tits back into her jacket as she reapplies black lipstick to her now smudged smile
>She grabs some paper towels and wipes the rest of her cum out of her fur before rinsing her hands in the sink
>”I am done here Sweets, meet me outside when you’re ready to go” says Angel walking out the door as she throws the crumpled paper towel into the trash can
>You walk back over to the sink to finish washing your hands and splash water on your face
>You take a long look at yourself in the mirror before looking back over at the giant pentagram circle in the middle of the concrete floor
*What the fuck did I just do? Did I just summon a demon?

>Outside the restroom it looks as if everyone is taking a smoke break near a couple of rotting benches
>You walk over and sit on one of the semi-collapsed seats as you look in the distance at a rusted playground
>On the playground you see Angel all alone by herself on one of the swings, rocking back a forth slowly with her feet, her head drooped and a lit cigarillo between her fingers
>She takes a long drag as she swirls the playground’s wood chips with her feet
>A couple of coyote pups run around the playground, loudly roughhousing on the old rusted skeleton
>The smallest of the pups, a little girl with a frilly pink hair band and powder blue dress walks up to Angel
>The pup hands Angel a small white flower and begins talking to the tattooed biker
>Angel’s face lights up as she crushes out the half smoke cigarillo on the ground,
>She shakes the little girls hand and greets her
>The little girl climbs into the swing seat next to her and begins chatting eagerly to Angel
>Angel nods with a wide smile; listening to every little word the girl spews as she talks a million miles a second
>Suddenly, an adult female coyote stomps over to the swing set and quickly snatches up the little girl
>The mother coyote screams at Angel, berating her as Angel sits quietly
>The mother coyote walks away from Angel quickly rounding up the multitudes of other siblings bumbling around the playground
>She loads them all into the back of an old family pick up truck before climbing in drivers seat and riding out of the parking lot
>As the pickup truck drives off down the road, the little girl waves goodbye to Angel
>Angel waves back as she sits in silence once more, watching the truck disappear over the horizon
>Angel picks the half-smoked cigarillo off the ground and relights it as she walks back over to her bike
>You walk over to Angel as she motions for you to get on the bike
>The rest of the gang follows suit and you continue on down the road

>You had high hopes that rest of the day was going to be pretty normal after the incident in the rest stop
>You were wrong
>At every stop you made that day, Angel demanded more cum for some ritual or another
>You came for her every time. Your dick sorer than it’s ever been in your life
>You became worried each time of how she would react if you couldn’t produce
>”Come on, whip it out Sweets” says Angel motioning with her hand
”You know that’s not how penises work right? I can’t just cum on command every time you want to cast spells. Also my dick already feels like its been ripped apart by sandpaper”
>”Well you better start making it work Sweets because I got a lot more casting to do before the day is done” she said carving a symbol into the diner table with a large customized sheath knife
>You sigh unzipping your pants and pulling out your dick under the table
>”Do you really have to do that here?” said Riley trying to eat her sandwich with the rest of the gang around the table
>”Yes, I guarantee it’s all very important” says Angel as she strokes you under the table
>Riley rolls here eyes and continues eating as you begin cumming into Angel’s paw
>Angel quickly traces the symbol she carved with your jizz, muttering some incantation over it and lighting some incense on top of it
>You look down at your half eaten sandwich next to the flaming jizz carving on the table and decide you’ve had enough to eat for the day
>You push your sandwich away and sigh
>You hear a chopping noise as you look over at Angel
>You see her chopping a couple small pills in half with a razor blade before swallowing one and scooping the rest back into a tin
>Your waiter stares down at Angel with disapproving eyes
>Angel looks at the waiter and growls menacingly
>The waiter jumps and shuffles off to the kitchen before Angel glares back at you
>”WHAT?” she says snapping
“Nothing, Nothing. I am not judging” you say holding your palms in front of you
>”Good” Angel says before returning to her sandwich
>You sigh sinking back into the torn up plastic booth bench
*Just a hold it together, you just got to get through the rest of this day and everything will be fine after.......maybe

>After Lunch the gang rides for a couple more hours along the peaceful, flat land
>You and Angel pretty much avoid acknowledging each others presence
*Jeez, What happened to that cheery attitude from this morning?
>You continue down the road for another couple hours before driving past an old abandoned pharmacy, the name of the establishment long worn away, the cracked brick entwined with vines, the windows smashed
>Angel, driving in the very back of the group, suddenly veers off into the pharmacy’s almost non-existent parking lot
>Angel cuts the engine and jumps off the bike, climbing through the building’s smashed glass front door
>You hop off shouting after her, “Angel! Where the hell are you going? We’re going to get left behind!”
>You hear no response; you put your helmet on the bike’s handle bars and rush inside after her
>The inside is even more jungle-like then the outside
>The place has obviously been ransacked a long time ago but everything that’s not opioids seems to have been left behind
>You feel like at any moment any number of rabid animal could jump out of one of the knocked over shelves and claw you in the face
>Angel jumps up from behind one of the shelves, her leather jacket in her hands like a basket full of orange, blue and white plastic bottles
“Did we really just split off from the group so you could get some pills for your addiction?” you say glaring at Angel as you rest your arms on a bent magazine rack
>”Sweets, you don’t know what your talking about. Back off!” Angel growled as she climbed over the shelf wreckage and out the door
>A couple bottles spill out of her jacket as she climbs through the front door but doesn’t seem to notice
>You pick them up and wipe the dirt off their labels
>Chlorpromazine, Haloperidol, Aripiprazole, Thiothixene,
>You look further down the labels “Anti-psychotic”
>You run out the door to see Angel filling up a empty saddle bag with pill bottles
“Are you taking all of these?” You say throwing the ones in your hands into the bag
>”No and none of your business” Angel says in a dismissive tone
“None of my business?!? You’re the one driving a fucking motorcycle a hundred miles per hour down the highway! I want to know your ok to drive!” you say pointing at her
>”I am fine! Now get on the bike! We need to go” said Angel through clenched teeth as she zipped up the bag and climbed onto the motorcycle
>You cross your arms, “I am not going anywhere with you until you tell me your ok”
>”I ain’t telling you shit! If your not coming with me then I am leaving without you” says Angel as she kicks the stand up and turns the engine over

>You stand there with your arms crossed glaring at her
>”Suit yourself Sweets” says Angel angrily as she peels from the lot, spraying you with loose asphalt
>You hear the roaring engine tear off down the road as you begin to panic
*Shit……
>You begin furiously kicking the loose stones around your feet “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! WHY DID I JUST DO THAT! FUCK!”
>You hear the roar of the engine comeback towards you as you quickly try to regain your composure
>Angel pulls sharply into the lot. Tires skidding over the loose ground and dirt
>She kills the engine and jumps off the bike as she angrily throws her helmet into the ground
>She stomps up to you with a scowl on her face and jabs a finger in your chest
>”I am fucking crazy! There! Is that what you wanted to hear? You fucking happy!?” said Angel jabbing you a couple more times in the chest
“No Angel it doesn’t. I am just worried-“
>”Worried? We just met this morning and you’re worried about me? Why? Why do you even care if I am alive right now?” said Angel looking you over with skepticism
“Let’s just say I’ve seen tortured souls in the past. I know one when I see one and Angel, you are one” you say looking in the hyena’s anger filled eyes
>Angels scowl begins to fade, “Am I really that obvious, do I really seem that off?”
“Like two trains colliding in downtown. Plus, most normal people wouldn’t rope strangers into cum rituals, just saying”
>Angel starts to tear up, clawing her paws up and down the sides of her face, “Gods, I really am a freak, a freak! A FREAK! A FREAK!”
>For some reason, against all your gut instincts, you walk forward and embrace Angel in a hug
>She pushes against you for a bit before letting up and breaking down into tears against your chest
>She sobs for a while before you take her hand and lead her over to an ancient looking stone bench next to the pharmacy entrance
>You both sit down as she pulls a crushed old pack of swisher sweets from her jacket, lighting it with a hotel flipbook match
>She takes a drag and sighs, “What do you want to know?”
“Anything. Just vent, you’ve been holding in a lot for a while haven’t you?” you say grasping the edge of the bench with your hands
>Angel takes another drag, the air filled with a sickeningly sweet flavor and stale tobacco smell
>”Its not a happy story Sweets, but you asked for it” Angel says ashing the cigarillo on top of a wandering mosquito
>”I started out life like any normal schmuck. Lived in a cul-de-sac of ignorance out in some poor slum outside of DC. I went to school and was a good little girl up until I hit puberty. I was already an outcast by being a hyena in a mostly prey school but being a hyena girl in puberty. That flung me even further into the outcast pool. A combination of being an obnoxious little rebel and being horny as fuck got me into a lot of trouble. I didn’t really care, I was invincible.” Said Angel crushing the cigarillo butt out on the bench before lighting another
>”That was until I wasn’t. I got knocked up at sixteen by one of the only other hyenas attending the school. We hung out in the same circles and one thing lead to another and I had his pups. At that age I don’t what freaked me out more, getting the C-sec or being a mother. “ Said Angel blowing smoke out her nose and scowling at the grass field in the distance
>”Anyway, that quickly ended my schooling, and a couple years later the spineless fuck ran off. I am guessing to avoid child support but who knows, I certainly had no love for him…..or my kids.” Said Angel sticking her hands in her jacket pockets
>”Fast forward a little bit and you have me face down on the dirty carpet in some shitty public housing unit night after night getting high off whatever I could find. I found safety in pills and heroin for the most part, nodding on the couch while my four pups watched cartoons. Eventually, CPS took them away after they kept wandering into neighbor’s apartments asking if people could help wake their momma up so they could eat dinner. Soon after that I was arrested for being in possession of a varying rainbow of drugs. I served a couple years in prison, most of which was spent in solitary confinement for fighting. After I got out of the slammer I spent sometime in rehab before running away and living on the streets.” Said Angel lighting another cigarillo off the cherrying end of her second
>”At that point I began to feel like my mind was begin to fracture. I’d felt off my entire life but this time it felt different. I ran away from the rehab, convinced they were killing me by not letting me get high. At least on the streets I had my drugs and peace of mind. My family had long ago disowned me after having kids as a teen but for some reason one day a family member saw me on the street and immediately had me whisked away to the loony bin in a desperate attempt to make me better. It didn’t work. They pumped me full of pills and told me to play nice but I almost burnt the place down on several occasions trying to escape. My doctors said that they couldn’t find out what was wrong with me, like I was suffering from some mental degradation they had no classification for. Not knowing what to do, they made me ride the pill carousel until they gave up and they labeled me a lost case. I pretty much stayed like that for another couple years. Drooling to myself in a padded room, loaded on a cocktail of pills. One day though, they let me go, just handed me my belongings and pushed me out the door. I didn’t know it at the time but all of the government’s resources were cut from the mental health sector overnight due to the rising cost of the war. There even were rumors at the time of the war eventually reaching the shore. I guess they decided it was best to save some cash by quietly releasing all of us batshits back into the wild drip by drip while everyone was too distracted by the war and rumors to care. “ said Angel looking down at her boots as ants crawled over them
>”I spent sometime living in the woods not far from the psych ward after my release since I had nowhere to go. One day while panhandling at an intersection nearby, Riley and the girls stopped and chatted me up. They took pity on me and offered me some eats and clothes. I immediately took the offer and it changed my life forever. I finally had a family that I cared about and that cared about me, I finally felt like I had some small purpose in life. Soon after, I got clean and ever since then I have ridden with the sisters. I know for a fact looking back that I would have been dead in a couple months if it hadn’t been for them” Said Angel sighing as she flicked the cigarillo butt into the parking lot, its sparks popping off the ground
>”Sweets….I am not a good person, I never treated anyone well in my life, not my kids, not my parents, not even myself, and gods do I regret every self-fish second of that existence. Even now, I’ve never thought much about my kids and husband. That life is completely alien to me know. I can’t even say I am remotely the same person I was back then. I never tried looking for my husband and kids. Even if they saw me now they wouldn’t even recognize me and I wouldn’t recognize them. I fear that they most likely died in the battle for the East Coast. Whether they lived or died, I would rather not know. It’s better this way, leaving the past in the past. ” Said Angel brushing dirt from her pants leg
>”Since joining the Sisters I’ve been trying to find the right combination of meds to make myself feel stable again. I know mixing anti-psychotics can be dangerous but to me it’s better than the alternative. The sisters are all I have now, they’re my only reason for living and I don’t want them to think that at any moment one of their sisters could go off the rails. If and when that day comes, when I have a sufficient break down, I’d rather take my own life then have them drag a mess around. That’s why I can’t let them know Sweets, I love them too much to have them worry that they can’t depend on me. I don’t know if I could handle being rejected from the only family I have left,” said Angel wiping away a couple small tears
>”Angel, you are a strong person. I haven’t been with you all for very very long but the Sisters seem to love you as one of their own. They don’t strike me as the types to just up and abandon one of their own over something like this.” You say standing up
>You stand in front of Angel offering her a hand, ”Now come on. Lets get you back to your family”
>Angel wipes away the last couple tears before taking your hand as you both walk back towards the bike
>You pick Angels helmet off the ground and hand it to her
>”Thanks” she says brushing the dirt off of it before climbing onto the bike with you
“Do you know where were going?” you say sitting on the back seat
>”Yeah, we always discuss what motel were stopping at next incase any of us fall behind. Riley’s probably still gonna chew my ass out though” said Angel turning over the engine and peeling once more out onto the main road

>The sun quickly falls over the horizon as Angel picks up speed
>You look over her shoulder to see the speedometer at just under to two hundred miles per hour
>If anything were to go wrong now, the motorcycle and the both of you would disintegrate into a fine mist along the roadside
>You white-knuckle your hands around Angel
>The evening turns to darkness as you both plow through the endless pitch-black mist tunnel at the end of the bike’s headlight beam
>It feels like time has stopped and the two of you are doomed to ride forever through a dark, clouded, purgatory
>Hours pass without seeing a single light until the mist begins to fall away revealing a sky full of endless stars strewn across the belt of the milky way
>The road glows in a soft light illuminated by the moon and stars
>You stare in awe for a couple minutes until the view is interrupted by a burnt orange florescent glow in the distance
>As you get closer you notice it’s a glowing vacancy sign just barely hanging onto the underside of a bullet riddled motel sign with a worn clown face reading “Welcome to the Clowny Inn! Where your stay will be anything but a three ring circus!”
>Angel pulls into the lot along-side all the other SoCal Sister bikes before turning off the engine
>”Where have you two been?” you hear Riley say in an angry tone as you both climb off the bike
>You look over to see Riley leaning against a post outside the main lobby smoking a cigarette
>”Sorry were late, we were having some issues with the bike” said Angel walking up to Riley
>”Uh huh” said Riley doubtful
>”I am sorry but there was nothing we could do, suddenly the bike was shuddering an-“ said Angel
>”Don’t lie to me Angel, the last place we passed before you disappeared was a pharmacy” said Riley standing up straight from the post and flicking the butt into the dirt
>”But…I….”said Angel stuttering for words
>”I’ve seen you cutting pills, trying to make them last until you can find more. The last thing this crew needs is another member in a drug-induced stupor or addiction. I am fine with the occasional shit but you’ve been eating more pills than usual. I don’t need anymore accidents or messes to clean up ok?” said Riley in an irritated tone
>Angel looked like she might tear up at any second
>You step in front of Angel, “Riley! Leave Angel alone! Our motorcycle was having issues so we pulled over at the pharmacy. I looked inside the pharmacy myself; everything had already been ransacked years ago!”
>Riley takes a step towards you and begins growling
“Riley, you need to trust your sisters and their decisions. You need to trust Angel. Does she look fucked up to you right now?” you say getting close to Riley’s face and pointing back at Angel
>Riley takes a couple sniffs of you and Angel, “You smell clean for the most part” before digging her paws into her leather jacket and throwing Angel a pair of room keys
>”Have a good night sleep Angel, I’ll have the twins look over your bike before we leave tomorrow morning” said Riley in a calm voice
>”Oh and human” says Riley turning to you
“Yeah?”
>Riley grabs you by the front of the shirt and pulls you close to her jaws, “don’t ever pull that shit ever again”
“No problem” you say putting your hands up “no beef right?”
>”Yeah” says Riley before letting you go
>Riley goes back to the post and lights another cigarette while you two carry your bags to your room
>Angel nudges your side with her elbow as she smiles at you “Thanks sweets, but next time don’t jump in when Riley’s talking”
”What the fuck did I do to piss her off?” you say as Angel opens the door to your room
>”You stood up in front of the alpha of our gang. I am amazed that she didn’t knock your teeth out. Standing up to the alpha is a direct challenge to her, you were challenging her status” said Angel as she throws her bags down on the bed and takes off her jacket
“That seems kinda, you know, ‘primal’, doesn’t it?” you say flopping down on top of the bed
>”Sentients usually don’t follow old standards like that except in extreme situations like small groups where direct leadership is needed” said Angel setting a tool bag down on the dirty motel desk
>You look to your left to see an unraveled strap full of different customized blades and melee weapons
>You pick up a dagger from the roll, admiring its odd shape and runes cut into the handle
“Angel why does everything you own have symbols all over it?” you say running the flat side of the blade across your fingers
>”Lets just say it keeps me grounded, same with the ritual circles. I’ve seen enough crazy shit in my life to feel like there’s more to the material plan than we let on. Even if it is bogus, it’s still good to feel like I have sway over something in this miserable existence.” Says Angel sighing as she takes a seat at the desk
>”Also Sweets, I wouldn’t be touching those if I were you, at least half of them have homemade poisons on their blades” said Angel pulling a whet stone out of the tool bag
>You drop the knife as it sticks tip first into the floor
“Sorry. So you made all these yourself?” you say pulling the dagger out of the floor
>”Yes, just another thing to keep me grounded. They make me feel safe” said Angel as she pulls a half-finished blade from the tool bag
“Don’t you think you shouldn’t be around all these knives……since you know?” you said carefully rolling up the weapons and placing them by the side of the bed
>”Since what? Since I am crazy and might go on a killing spree at any second?” said Angel gritting her teeth and clenching her fists
“No. No that’s not wh-“
>”Just go to bed Sweets” said Angel in a frustrated voice as she turned back to work on the blade lying on the desk
>You strip down and crawl under the cold covers exhausted
>You try to nod off as Angel works away on fine-tuning her knife,
>The room is completely dark except for a small office light on the desk next to Angel
>The scraping of Angel’s work keeps you up but you eventually nod off only to awake an hour later
>You look over the bed to see Angel lying down on her crossed arms snoring, blade still in her hand
>You climb out of the bed and walk over to Angel’s side
>You pry the blade out of her hand, placing it back into the tool bag as you drape a heavy blanket over her back to keep her warm
>You turn off the office light and crawl back into the bed as you hear Angel begin to talk in her sleep
>”I am sorry……forgive…..please……..I am sorry…………please………forgive…me”