Exomas Day Three - female were-hyena x female reader (nsfw) (Patreon)

Day Three is here! Time for you to meet Mia, a werehyena and a butch lesbian with muscles to go weak at the everywhere for... I hope you like her as much as I do! It's a fluffy one this time, since yesterday's had its angsty moments... 

Content: fluff, issues related to being a supernatural creature in a human world, nsfwWordcount: 4869

The gym wasn’t exactly your natural habitat, but you knew you had to work out at least a bit, and this one wasn’t too expensive. It also wasn’t normally full of leering creeps either, which was a relief. You didn’t even feel all that worthy of a good leer, but that kind of hadn’t seemed to matter at the previous place you’d been to. All it had taken was just two guys making inappropriate comments about how your arse looked in your sweatpants for you to skip one day, and then two, and then three. 

This was still a mixed gym, but the atmosphere was different somehow. 

On your second week there, as winter closed in properly and you’d arrived bundled up in a hoodie against the cold, you noticed her for the first time. 

She was lounging against the reception desk wearing the tiniest shorts known to god, and a tank top that showed the broad expanse of muscled arms and shoulders. Apparently cold wasn’t an issue for her. Your bag slipped off your shoulder and hit the tiled floor with a thunk, and you flushed hot as she turned at the noise. Thick, wavy brown hair with a myriad amber and gold hues running through it, tied back into a luscious ponytail, warm brown skin, obvious and well-defined muscles, and golden eyes that pinned you to the spot - you didn’t know where to look first so you fumbled to pick up your bag and then scuttled towards the changing rooms. 

You flashed her a smile as you passed and she offered you a lopsided grin that made your stomach flip-flop weirdly. Her thighs. Her thighs would haunt your dreams for days. You’d never seen anyone look like that and you couldn’t breathe when you thought about them. And for some reason, you started seeing her everywhere. You literally became the definition of ‘gay panic’ whenever she walked past on her way to the weights section, and when she was on the treadmill, powerful legs pounding away on a setting you could only aspire to, you forgot how to close your mouth or to blink. 

It was becoming embarrassing. Downright unseemly. 

After a Saturday yoga class to which your new gym-buddy, Frieda, had dragged you, you emerged with her and headed towards the water cooler to fill up your bottle. She was willowy and gentle, and the two of you had formed a connection based on empathy and pain in a spin class that neither of you had gone back to since, and had become fast friends in a very short amount of time. 

While you were stooped over the water cooler, Frieda suddenly gasped, leaned in close, and hissed, “Is that her?”

“Is that who? Oh shit -” you blurted when you half turned over your shoulder to see the Amazonian Goddess dead-lifting enough to make you want to pass out just thinking about it. “Shut up,” you snickered. “I’m regretting telling you about my stupid crush now.”

“Oh, I can completely see what you mean,” she smiled, biting her lip. “Say… let’s go stretch out on those mats…”

“We’ve literally just had yoga,” you complained. “We have been stretching for the last hour.”

Frieda fixed you with a very pointed and blue eyed stare. 

“No.”

“Why not? You’ll be nice and loose and limber… She’s looking at you, by the way.”

“I’m… she’s… she’s probably not even…”

“If she’s not gay as well, I will eat my favourite baseball cap,” she sad flatly. “Whole.”

“I…  I have to get going…”

“No you don’t. You told me before class that you had no plans for today. Come on, I need your help with a stretch.”

“No you do not!” you chirped back, but she’d already yanked you over to the mats which were absolutely and completely dead-opposite the weights section. 

Frieda grinned, turning her back on your Amazonian Goddess and said, “I’ll show you what I need you to do for me first, ok? Lie on your back along the mat and raise your leg.”

“No, I’m not very flexible. Please… This will be so embarrassing…” you wheedled, cheeks heating up to furnace levels. “Please…”

Your new friend softened a little and whispered, “Please just trust me, ok? I’m not going make you look stupid.”

Grinding your teeth, you lay back on the blue plastic mats and raised one leg a little. Frieda took hold of it, standing and keeping your leg straight, pushing until your hamstrings began to thrum with the stretch. 

“Ok?” she asked, her attention on you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Amazonian Goddess’ attention had shifted from the weights to you. She’d stopped halfway through her reps, the bar in her hands, her legs straight and braced, her back strong. She was staring at you. 

Plain old you, in your black lycra and your baggy old hoodie, with Frieda leaning in close, easing the very real tension out of your hamstrings. 

“Oi,” a raised male voice called from the direction of the weights section to your left. “Mia, are you just going to hold it there for the rest of forever? Come on, push it.”

You risked a sideways glance and caught your Goddess - Mia - turn pink in the cheeks and set the weights down just as a young man approached her with a grin on his handsome face. Where she was powerful, he was graceful, and where she was bulky, he was toned, but they both had the same Mediterranean brown skin that called to mind olive groves and limestone coasts, sandy beaches, and a deep blue sea. Then he leaned in close, whispering something in her ear, and she punched him playfully on the bicep. Beautiful people flock together, you mused bitterly. 

“Hey, Frieda,” you whispered, turning away. “I think you might want to get your baseball cap and cutlery ready…”

“What?” she squawked indignantly, just a fraction too loudly. “No way! I’m never wrong…” and she backed off the stretch, easing your leg back down to the floor. A second later, however, Mia glanced back in your direction, blinked, and then beamed a smile so blindingly attractive at you that you forgot how to breathe. 

And then she went back to lifting weights with a focus that would have rivalled a factory machine. 

“I’m never wrong,” Frieda grumbled triumphantly, jabbing her finger at you. “How dare you doubt me.”

You smiled dazedly at her, still reeling from Mia’s attention, and let her stretch out your other leg. Feeling brave, you rolled your head to one side to look at Mia and found that she’d moved to the free weights and had what looked like two breeze blocks held together by a bar in one hand. You nearly had a heart attack at the size of the dumbbell, but it was the way her bicep bunched with each curl that made your mouth go dry and your brain short-circuit. 

“I can’t stay here,” you whispered melodramatically to Frieda. “That’s practically illegal,” you added in a hiss. “I need a shower.”

When you left, you caught Mia smiling softly to herself and she raised her chin slightly at you in farewell as you left. You didn’t remember how you got to the locker rooms. 

On Monday evening, after a monumentally shitty day at work, you shoved your way into the foyer of the gym and reeled back in horror when the door bounced straight into someone’s forehead with a nasty clunk. They gasped and stepped back, hand darting to their brow where the corner of the door had collided with them. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” you cried, rushing inside. “Are you alright?” 

It was Mia. All five foot eleven or maybe even six foot of her. “You’re more dangerous than you look,” she grinned and when she pulled her hand away you saw a vertical bruise forming already on her brow bone. 

“Oh my god,” you cringed. “I’m so sorry. I… I didn’t see you… Are you sure you’re alright?”

“It’s fine,” she smiled. “It’ll heal up in no time.” She took a closer look at you and asked, “Are you ok though?”

“Me? Yeah, I mean… as long as you don’t tear me in two for beating you up with a door.”

Something complicated passed over her face and she took half a step back. “I wouldn’t do that,” she said, aiming for a smile and just missing it. 

You sighed. “I’m sorry…”

“So you said,” Mia smiled. In fact, the bruise looked less dramatic than you’d first thought, less red, fading already. “I’ll let you work out the rest of your day on the equipment upstairs,” she added. 

“You’re done then, I take it?” you said without thinking. 

She paused. “Yeah,” she said. “I’ve got to go meet a friend. I’ll see you tomorrow though?”

“I…” you began. You didn’t normally work out two days in a row. “Sure.”

Her grin was back to its usual blinding intensity. “Awesome.”

Your heart wasn’t really in your workout after that, and you only stayed for twenty minutes but that was way better than nothing, so you still felt that little thrum of pride, even if you hadn’t quite met your goals that day. Tomorrow was a new day, and it was apparently going to feature Mia again. 

So did your dreams that night, and you could barely tear yourself out of bed for work with fantasies swirling across your brain and under your skin. Work was a long day that day. 

She was already there when you got there, but when Mia spotted you she beamed a wide, white, happy smile at you. Instead of going to warm up on a bike or treadmill, you moved to the water cooler and filled up your empty bottle. She joined you a moment later and you looked up, about to ask about her forehead. When you saw her perfect face with her strong cheekbones, warm and almost amber eyes, and full, soft looking lips, you paused, but then you noticed what was wrong. There wasn’t a mark on her. 

You stared openly and her smile faltered. “Told you I heal quickly. Plus, you didn’t really do much damage,” she said lightly. “I’m Mia, by the way. I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself properly yesterday around the concussion…” Her tone was playful and you smiled. 

“I know,” you said stupidly and then told her your name. 

“Listen, I know this is super forward,” she said and your heart-rate trebled, “But if you want a gym partner or something, or you want to change up your routine… I’d be happy to help.”

Oh. She just wanted to help. Well, that would be better than nothing. 

She seemed to take your hesitation as doubt, and went on, “I’m a personal trainer,” she said awkwardly. “I mean, not here. I just work out here. But I know what I’m doing. Maybe I could help you meet some goals or something? Ah shit,” she trailed off, cheeks flushing. “I… That sucked, didn’t it? I’m so bad at this…”

With a smile you realised what she was doing and shook your head. “I’d love that. Thank you. I don’t have any goals really, other than to keep moderately healthy and fit… I’m not cut out for the kind of dedication you clearly put in…”

Mia preened visibly under your praise, but she seemed flattered rather than egotistical, and your blood pressure rose measurably. “Maybe we can just get drinks afterwards then?” she asked and you nearly swooned, barely able to nod in response. She’d have caught you anyway, you were pretty sure…

“I promise not to try and beat you up with a door again,” you said, as if that would sweeten the pot, and instantly hated yourself for sounding like an awkward teenager. 

“Thanks,” she chuckled. “I’d appreciate that.” 

You exchanged numbers and agreed to meet that evening. Feeling more than a bit giddy, you headed off to spend half an hour scrolling through social media while kind of making some sort of attempt at cycling on the bike, and she ducked back to the weights section before moving to the running machine because apparently she knew how to create a balanced workout… 

After your shower, you left the locker room and stepped into the foyer to find her leaning over the reception desk again, talking in a hushed voice with the beautiful man you’d seen with her the other day. “…so beautiful, and what if I fuck up?” she asked and you instantly shrank back behind a column. “What if I lose it?”

“It’s just drinks,” he said. “You don’t have to bring her home and have sex with her, Mimi,” he said with the patience of a friend. “I know you get aggressive in the bedroom, but you’re not going to go all animal on her over drinks, are you?”

“No,” she snapped. “Of course not. But my eyes show when… you know…”

Her eyes show? What the fuck did that mean? 

Suddenly they cut off and Mia hissed, “I’ll text you later.” 

You heard the front doors of the gym go, and deemed it safe to step out, arranging your face into a neutral expression as you passed the reception desk and offered a shy smile to the guy sitting there. He looked like a man whose friend just told him they wanted to go free swimming with sharks. 

Naturally, having overheard that, when you showed up five minutes early for drinks at the bar she’d suggested, you were super nervous. Like, ‘I might trip over my own feet’ nervous. Or maybe, ‘something completely unplanned and unpredictable might come out of my mouth if I open it’. 

There, perched easily on a barstool and talking with the bartender, with her hair pulled back into long, loose plait, wearing a dark blue shirt tucked in at the belt of her jeans, one knee bouncing slightly, was Mia. She looked so amazing that you almost balked and ran, your gym contract be damned, but you stopped and made yourself approach. 

She hopped down the moment she saw you and her eyes glittered, seeming to glow a little brighter in the low lights of the bar. “You look amazing,” she breathed, swallowing thickly. She looked like she’d been about to hug you but backed out last minute and instead said, “You want a drink?”

“Yes please,” you gulped, staring openly at her. 

“What?” she laughed, caught half way between ordering you a drink and looking at you. 

“You look pretty incredible yourself… I would be intimidated, but I think I’m just in awe.” you mumbled, awkwardly clambering onto the vacant barstool next to hers. 

In the end, conversation flowed easily enough after that, and she had you laughing and cackling with her stories about her friends and family. She was from a large family with lots of brother and sisters and cousins, and you let her keep talking while you finished your first drink. By the time you were half way through your second, she seemed to grow a bit shy and said, “I’ve done all the talking. I should have let you get a word in…”

“I don’t mind at all,” you said. “I’m not so good with… you know… words.”

“More of an actions person instead?” she asked and immediately appeared to regret it, rolling her eyes. 

“I could be,” you said around the straw in your mouth and she nearly missed her mouth with her own drink. 

“Fuck,” she hissed. “You’re too cute. I can’t… I can’t think straight…” 

“Oh, please don’t think straight,” you grinned and she groaned. “Sorry. Terrible gay jokes aside though, you want to get out of here?”

Mia paused, seeming to be deliberating. Eventually she said, “Another night. Let me walk you home?”

You nodded, fighting the crushing disappointment, but she did kiss you on the doorstep to your apartment hard enough for you to see stars. When you looked up at her, you saw her eyes flash a bright, liquid gold, and gasped. You blinked, and they returned to their usual darker amber. 

“You ok?”

“Your eyes…” you murmured, and she stepped back hurriedly. 

“They catch the light sometimes,” she blurted. “Look, I’ll see you tomorrow at the gym?”

Your breath caught, but you nodded. 

Three more dates later, and you were sure she was different. Each time you’d kissed, you’d watched those eyes flare to a luminescent gold, and one time you’d heard her growl. It hadn’t been the desperate, guttural moans of someone halfway through a desperately erotic kiss, but a low-frequency, animalistic rumble that you’d felt in your ribs. But she was gentle and funny and sweet and you couldn’t bear the thought of calling it all off because she seemed maybe a little more than human… Your best guess was a werewolf, not that they were real, of course. 

On your fifth date, you couldn’t take it any longer. Outside the restaurant where she’d just paid for the most amazing meal you’d had in years, you slid your hand around her waist and pulled yourself close to her. “Tonight?” you asked, your other hand coming to rest on her hip. 

She looked more anxious than you’d ever seen her as she gazed down at you, sinking her incisors into her lower lip, but something else burned in those eyes. She nodded. 

As you set off for her place, she offered her hand to you and you slid your fingers into her warm, rough palm and nearly passed out. She gripped you just tightly enough and grinned down at you. 

Her apartment wasn’t far from the gym, it turned out, and when she let you in you raised your eyebrows, impressed. 

It was cosy, with two soft looking sofas in an ‘L’ shape in the living area, and a low coffee table, with bookshelves and mismatching pictures on the walls. She’d obviously tidied it recently, but it didn’t look fake. It didn't look like she’d planned on you following her home that night, which reassured you. 

 “You want a drink?” she asked as you kicked your shoes off in the hallway. 

“Water would be good,” you said. 

As you took it from her a few moments later, you watched the way her eyes flickered brighter again. You set the empty glass down on the counter and she murmured, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, and the next thing you knew, she’d taken your cheeks in her big hands and was closing the gap between you. Her lips were soft but she kissed you insistently, seeking to deepen the kiss almost immediately, and you found yourself going slack and pliant as she did. You moaned softly and she gasped, breaking the gesture and breathing heavily. 

“Bedroom?” you asked hopefully, praying you weren’t being too forward for her. 

She closed her eyes and nodded. “If that’s… If it’s ok?”

“You’re gorgeous, why wouldn’t it be ok?”

Mia just smiled and jutted her chin in the direction of another doorway on the other side of the living room. 

A few minutes later, the two of you were tangled on her bed, her hands roaming all over your naked body. She parted your legs and begged you to let her taste you. There was no way you could refuse that, and when she closed her mouth over your lips, letting her tongue play over your folds, you bucked helplessly. 

“Oh god,” she whispered, “Make that noise for me again…”

“Do that again and I will,” you gasped. 

She did, and you did.

She teased you and tasted you, until you came with a yell, wet and sensitive, your back arching, your hands clutching at the sheets below you. No more than a minute later, and she was back, two fingers crooking insistently beneath your clit before swirling over it again, and then finally driving them deep inside you in a steady rhythm that had you coming hard again in no time. 

Recovering after a few heaving breaths, you turned your attention to her. With deliberate slowness, you raked your fingernails up her incredible thighs and left kisses up the insides of her legs. “Is this ok?” you asked and she nodded vehemently. Her clit was large, dark, and swollen, wet, glistening invitingly, and you ran your thumb over her just to watch her jerk violently. 

“God, you’re perfect,” you breathed. Drawing your fingertips first around her lips and then nudging under her clit, you watched her spine bow, and she squirmed her hips, desperate for a slightly different touch. You refused to give it to her straight away and she snarled at you. It was almost animalistic again and you grinned at her. She, however, froze. “Mia?”

“I’m good,” she said after a few tentative seconds, but her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her nipples were hard, her breasts firm and begging for you to caress them. When you did, taking her large nipple between finger and thumb and tugging, she made a deep rumbling sound that could have been a moan and could have been a growl. “Fuck,” she hissed, turning her head to one side. “Please make me come… I… I can’t…” Her legs thrashed as you continued to circle her clit slowly, languorously. Savouring the silkiness of her lips, you dragged your finger up over her wetness before teasing her again and she sobbed uncontrollably, falling apart beneath your attention. 

Then, without warning, she went still again. “Mia?” you asked again. 

“Oh shit,” she hissed. “I’m losing it…”

“It’s ok,” you crooned, kissing the hood of her swollen clit and making her buck wildly up into your mouth. 

“No!” she yelled, and you heard another growl. “Oh fuck… no… no…”

“Shh,” you said, heartbeat picking up. “It’s ok…”

“I’m… Fuck, this is not how I wanted - ah - wanted you to learn… about…”

“About what?” you asked, your fingertip frozen in place just beneath her still pulsing clit, unwilling to let her go. 

“I’m… I should have told you,” she said breathlessly, still with her head turned away. 

“Hey, look at me. It’s alright… look at me…” To see someone so powerful suddenly so afraid gave you chills. You laid your hand on her solid stomach, on her hard, well defined abs, and tried to ground her. Her blood was running hot, her skin almost painfully warm to the touch, and she was breathing hard, as though winded after a long run. 

She shook her head, brown hair falling across her face. “No, no, no…”

“Mia, look at me…” you said, and when she did, you saw that her golden eyes were actually glowing. “What…?”

“I’m… I’m not human,” she gasped. “I thought I could hold it back, but… but the way you’re touching me… I want to let go… I want to… shift…”

“Shift?”

“You’ve heard of werewolves, right?”

Suddenly you felt like you’d been played, despite having entertained the idea - however briefly - yourself already. “You’re kidding me,” you said flatly. “That stuff’s not real…”

“No!” she practically yelped, half sitting up on her elbows. “I’m not a werewolf, but… I can shift forms. Take on the form of… of another creature.”

“Show me,” you growled. 

“It’s… it’s not pretty,” she said. 

“I don’t care. Whatever your game is, you show me, or I leave right now.”

“Stand back…” she said, sounding no longer wrecked but defeated. 

You did, your own wetness from earlier actually dripping down your inner thigh a little. 

Instead of ‘shifting’ right there, she rose, her thighs moving with such power that you almost wanted to touch her again, but this was all too weird to be concentrating solely on the incredible muscles of her thighs and backside. She walked to a door that was just off from her room and closed the door behind her. A second later you heard snarls and growls, and then you were backing for the open bedroom door as a monstrous creature appeared in the shadows of the door when it opened again. 

The closest creature you could think of to what you were seeing was a hyena. Standing on relatively stocky, hind legs, she stared at you with golden eyes glowing. Fear filled you as you stood there, naked, vulnerable. “Oh my god…” 

She was like nothing you’d ever seen outside of perhaps the movies. At seven feet tall, covered in thick brown hair, with a jaw powerful enough to crunch steel, and large, rounded, black ears, she loomed over you. Behind your terror, you saw that her eyes were fearful too. She knew you were on the point of bolting and she was just as afraid, just as vulnerable, as you in her own way. Taking in the huge claws on her hind legs, the narrowness of her waist, the soft-looking, creamy fur of her chest, and the immense power of her face and jaws, a thrill of arousal shot through you, scorching, searing your blood to boiling. 

“Can you talk like that?” you managed to croak.

She shook her head. 

“But you can understand me?”

She nodded. 

“You’re, what, a were-hyena?”

Mia nodded again. 

“Can I touch you?”

Another nod, more tentative this time. 

As you stepped forwards and reached your hand out to touch her chest, she whimpered, dropping suddenly to all fours in front of you and then, to your surprise, she rolled over onto her back and exposing her pale belly to you. You didn’t know much about real-world hyenas, but for anything this powerful to make themselves this vulnerable had to be a good sign, right?

Mind reeling still, you crouched beside her and explored her new body. Her leg kicked adorably when you passed your hand over her hard, muscular belly, near her hips. She was still wet like this, you discovered, and when you pressed your hand to her thigh, she let out a long, high, mournful keen. 

“Are you going to stay like that, and on the floor, or are you going to shift back…”

Hesitantly, almost frightened, she shook her head. 

“You can’t?” 

Another shake of her head. 

“Huh. Does it last long?”

Once more, she shook her head. 

“God, your teeth look powerful,” you said as you glimpsed her canines. She bared them for you in a display that held no threat, and you touched a fingertip to her twitching, dark lip. Another long, languorous moan escaped her. “I can’t believe this is real,” you laughed. “Get back on the bed then.”

She stared at you as if to say, ‘are you fucking serious?’, but when you grinned at her, she scrabbled almost comically to get back to the bed, leaving you kneeling and laughing on the floorboards for a moment before joining her. When you looked up at where she lay on the bed, your laughter almost doubled: her large, circular ears were pricked right forwards and her mouth was open slightly as she panted softly. 

You climbed slowly onto the bed and she watched your every move like the predator she very well could be. She returned your hand between her legs and watched the pads of her toes flex wide with pleasure. The sounds she made were high and inhuman, but you kept checking in with her. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” you said, but she growled at you and clicked her jaw shut, which you assumed meant that she wanted you to carry on. 

When she came, only minutes later, it was with a long, low howl that set your skin alight to hear. Her muzzle was tipped up to the sky and her body twitched and jerked with pleasure. Her clit in this form was huge, large enough for you to take between your fingers and tug and tease, and she came messily all over herself when you finally tore her orgasm from her. 

Eventually she fell limp against the bed and you sat watching and stroking her fur. “How is this real?” you murmured. “Are there lots of your kind?”

She shrugged, still obviously very dazed, and then reached up for you with a paw-like hand. With your head on her shoulder, you lay there, one arm draped across her stomach, until sleep reached for you and dragged you down. 

In the morning, you woke alone in her bed with a jolt of panic. Had you been drugged? The memories of the previous night - of snarling teeth and muscles and fur - came back to you only slowly, and when you sat bolt upright, heart beating a wild tattoo in your chest, you heard sounds in the room beyond. 

Dressing quickly, you carefully opened the door to the smell of eggs cooking. 

“Morning…” came a tentative voice from the other side of the apartment. Mia was busy in the kitchen. 

“Did I hallucinate last night?”

Her head lowered meekly and she shook it. “No. You didn’t. I’m a were-hyena. I’m guessing you have some questions…?”

You did. But first… “Yeah. How many eggs do I get?”

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