Friday. End of the week. Just a few more classes and freedom.
Evan was currently sitting during a free period with Rufus and Shawn, telling them about his job at the bar.
The job wasn't complicated: mix, pour, and serve drinks. Also listen to customers' problems. The bar was a safe green zone, so hunting was forbidden. Still, every now and then someone stared at someone's ass, and Evan couldn't tell if it was lust or hunger.
He remembered one case in particular, which he shared with the guys.
It was a young deer who'd had a few too many. He complained that his girlfriend dumped him and, as a parting gift, told him to go roast himself on a spit shoved up his ass.
The entire time, a hyena had been staring at him. After a few moments she walked over, slapped his ass with her tail, sat next to him without invitation, and started talking to him. After a few minutes of conversation and a few drinks, they left together.
Evan was sure the deer had just walked himself straight onto the hyena's dinner plate. The bartender said this sort of thing happened sometimes. Evan felt relieved when the deer came back the next day—though he looked miserable. He just muttered "never again" and "I thought she was going to rip me apart."
"What did he mean by that?"
Evan couldn't figure it out. He didn't pry, but he was curious.
Rufus gave him a very pointed look.
"You really don't get it?"
The rabbit opened and closed his mouth rapidly a few times. Shawn just burst out laughing.
"No, it's not that," Shawn said. His friends looked confused. Shawn searched something on his phone. "Behold, my clueless friends: male and female hyenas both have… well… dicks."
To prove it, he showed them a nude of a hyena. She had big breasts, but the real shock was between her legs—a massive, heavy-looking penis.
"And female hyenas have bigger ones than the males. They're extremely dominant. They don't 'make love.' They fuck. Hard. For hyenas, 'no' means 'yes,' and 'stop' means 'fuck me harder.' My guess? She used his ass as a toy."
Rufus and Shawn both grabbed their rear ends instinctively. Shawn shook his horned head slowly.
"Anyway, what about those girls? Did they get banned from getting near you?"
Rufus tried to change the topic.
"We're living together."
"They got—wait, hold the fuck on—WHAT?! YOU'RE LIVING TOGETHER?!"
Evan told Shawn and Rufus what happened after their meeting with the principal: how he ended up in a dorm with four predatory girls.
Both of them stared wide-eyed, but then immediately bombarded him with questions:
"They haven't eaten you yet?"
"You've banged them all already?"
"Have they tried cooking you again?"
And similar very helpful remarks.
Evan suddenly remembered how he woke up this morning.
For some reason he was in Morona's room, even though he was sure he fell asleep in his own. The room was full of incense scent, and he lay on a table draped with velvet and sprinkled with rose petals. Morona was above him, licking and kissing him while holding him gently—but firmly—with her claws.
He ended up with a whole necklace of hickeys around his neck.
"No way."
Rufus clearly didn't believe him. He tugged down Evan's collar. Under it, hidden, were hickeys. His ears twitched, and he started tapping his foot nervously.
"You're telling me you're fucking all of them?"
"Well… yeah…"
Rufus tapped harder and harder. Shawn gave him a meaningful look.
"Rufus, how's Furder going?"
Rufus crossed his arms and sulked.
"They stood me up again. At this rate I'll be the only virgin left in the entire school."
Shawn chuckled.
"Maybe go to an agency? I know a decent one."
"And catch something? No thanks."
Evan decided to change the topic.
"How's track and field?"
"Same as usual. Running, training. What about you, Shawn? How's your shitty job?"
"It's not shitty. I really am an actor."
"Under patronage," Rufus snorted.
Shawn grabbed his neck, as if about to reveal something, then changed his mind.
"Laugh it up, unused product."
Rufus started tapping furiously again.
"Used…"
Evan sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll have to dance on the pole. I lost a bet with Callisa."
Rufus looked right into his eyes.
"And what would you have won?"
"If I won, Callisa would dance on the pole."
"Damn. I would've loved to see that."
Evan could only think ahead to preparations for the housewarming party this weekend. He had an unpleasant feeling that the girls had not forgotten about his lost bet.