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In a time before the public complaints of people asking for help with the basic needs of their pets, Tama was already a responsible pet owner.

The methods by which he kept his pet fed, however, were the nature of great debate.

"Looks to me like a few more idiots have strayed a little too far from the desert."

From the back of his gryphon, he kept a close eye on the foothills, ensuring that the valleys around the mountains where the gryphons lived would never come under a surprise attack. In return, the gryphons allowed him to live among their ranks on the mountain tops, making him one of the only coyotes to ever have the distinction.

Some of the gryphons were starting to question whether Tama was actually distinguishing between friend and foe when he saw trespassers heading for the foothills; they also weren't complaining about that fact.

"Fairly bulky, kinda gangly...those are definitely gnolls," Tama confirmed to himself as he stroked a paw carefully along the back of his gryphon's neck. "And I've never met a gnoll that could be reasoned with, I'm afraid. We'll have to go take care of them."

A feral creature with just enough intelligence to learn the basis of Tama's spoken word, the gryphon let out a triumphant caw before it's wings propelled it toward the ground. From such a great distance, the gnolls only heard the echo of the sound as it rolled across the valley, but that was enough to stop them dead in their tracks, leaving them to look around and scan the area behind them.

At the edge of the desert, the vegetation quickly took over, but there was nothing to the backs of the gnolls, save for a massive ocean of sand and rocks. The waves of heat radiating from the dunes threw them off and left them disoriented, but when they turned back to look at the path leading up through the valley, the desert looked much friendlier.

"Gentlemen! Is there a reason why you've come up to the mountain pass, today?" Tama called out to them as the wings of the gryphon kicked up sand and dust, flicking it toward the invading forces with such vigor that they were forced to shield their eyes. "Surely, you know that gnolls aren't allowed in this part of the forest!"

They didn't speak Tama's language, but they could hear his intentions in the tone of his voice. The coyote was trying to decide if he wanted to show mercy on them...and if they'd ever come this way before, they'd know how poor their chances were.

"It seems you don't really know how to speak the local tongue; that's fine! Allow me to make this very clear for you: Turn back to the desert now, and I won't have my giant friend here turn you into a snack."

Beyond the fact that they didn't speak the native language, gnolls had the disadvantage of being extremely straightforward in their purpose. Because they were so determined to do something once they set their minds to it, they were hard to persuade, and when outnumbered, they were difficult to combat.

Their crude weapons of clubs and poorly crafted daggers would have been cause for concern for Tama, if not for the fact that he was riding on the back of a giant gryphon.

"Not clear enough? Okay. You see this?" he asked, pointing at the head of the gryphon. "This thing? It will eat you. Maybe you wanna go back the other direction now?"

The coyote tried making gestures with his paws to reference being chewed, but the trio of gnolls didn't have looks of fear about them; only confusion was in their eyes, and when that passed, they were back on the war path again, drawing closer to the gryphon once the dust settled.

Tama sighed melodramatically. "We're gonna have to put you on a diet if things keep going this way," he muttered to his companion. "You can't possibly have room for all three of them."

The mutual understanding between coyote and gryphon was such that even though they didn't directly share a language, the massive beast could still scoff at his presumed master, and the idea that his stomach couldn't handle the load.

These guys will hardly be enough for my afternoon snack, he thought, even though he couldn't declare the fact, short of licking the edge of the sharp, hook of his beak.

"Last chance, guys. You'd better split."

As a cautionary move, the bravest gnoll picked up a rock from the dust being kicked and narrowed his eyes on his target. Foolishly, he hurled the rock at the waiting gryphon, only to have it swatted back at him effortlessly by a wing.

"You know, I _almost_felt bad for the three of you, but now, you've got this coming."

Tama jumped down from the gryphon's back and stood beside him, stroking his wing with a comforting paw. He knew that the tiny rock didn't cause any pain, but he could feel the anger radiating from his mount and didn't dare to stand in the way of his desires.

"Let's go for that one, first."

Covering his eyes the moment the words left his mouth, Tama's arm was blasted with sand and dust as the gryphon bolted forward. One full, propelling flap of the wings lunged him across the seemingly safe distance in a flash, leaving the gnoll no chance to react before talons sunk into his shoulders and pinned him to the ground.

His companions nervously darted back and away as their leader was taken down effortlessly; he writhed in pain beneath the grip of the beast and cried out, but no one could heed his call.

The other gnolls were paralyzed with fear like they'd never known.

"You guys really are pretty big and scary up close, but it's funny how quickly you look small next to my buddy here," Tama was confident in his ability to handle all three of the gnolls if he needed to, but having an angry, flying killing machine on his side turned things from a bloody struggle to a messy cake walk.

The moment any crimson seeped from the flesh of the overgrown hyena, it would all be over for him. Tama was watching eagerly, his fangs clenched in a grin as his mount added more and more pressure, drawing twisted cries from the defeated gnoll and leaving it to wonder why he hadn't already been ripped apart.

He had to be consumed , first.

"We've got blood!" Tama cheered, seeing the first bit of red sneak around the brilliantly yellow claws of the gryphon. It was hardly enough to notice at first, but it grew from a tiny seep into a long, pumping stream that eased over the arms of the gnoll, soaking his fur as effectively as the tribal markings that he painted himself with. "And it seems that you've had the usual reaction, big guy?"

Tama didn't bother trying to understand every inner working of the gryphon's mind. He knew that they had a symbiotic relationship and was happy living with just that much information, but the mutual benefits didn't end at food and protection.

Emerging from the wide, rounded birth of a fuzzy sheath, the tip of the gryphon's cock was making an appearance at a time some might consider inappropriate, but others who truly understood the nature of bloodlust would have understood it entirely.

Grinning deviously, the coyote stepped closer to the action, brushing his paw along the flank of his mount and looking down at the panicked gnoll with a knowing lust in his eyes. "It's really lucky that you came along, little gnoll. I'm pretty sure he was gonna start humping rocks today if he hadn't gotten some other form of entertainment."

Large as the gnolls were, it was hard to gather the difference in scale between them and the gryphon until the beast was upon his smaller prey. His beak opened wide and slammed down into the sand to surround the head of the defeated creature, but instead of going for a quick and gruesome decapitation, his tongue brushed along the gnoll's cheek, slathering it with saliva as the roof of his mouth acted like a pillow for the torso of the overgrown hyena.

For a creature that was known to eat some of its prey whole, the gryphon was quite talented at lifting his capture from the ground in a delicate fashion. Legs dangled lifelessly over the edge of an open maw as the gnoll tried to play dead, hoping that doing so might convince the gryphon to get bored and let him live.

The pressure of the lower mandible against his spine was just too sharp to hold still against. His ploy would have failed regardless, but as he began to squirm, Tama came around to investigate, brushing his digits along the cheek of his mount with affection before he tended to the wounded gnoll.

"You had every chance to run away, same as your stupid comrades," the coyote held no remorse for his actions or words, treating the beast with all the respect that an invader deserved. "But since your time has come...perhaps we can have a little fun with your last moments?"

Nothing was going quite as the gnoll anticipated that afternoon, but a quick squeeze of the rump was the last thing he thought he'd feel before being eaten. With his other paw, Tama pushed against the foot of the gnoll and eased him further into the open beak, just enough that the gryphon's tongue would curl up under the warm, fuzzy bulge of his sack.

It was hard for the beast to imagine a greater juxtaposition of pleasure and panic, but he wouldn't have time to dwell on the thought for long.

"On second thought, the big guy is awfully hungry. Doesn't seem like he's in the mood to play with his food that much yet," Tama suggested. Just as he could see the thick, black length of cock growing up from the sheath of the gnoll, his torso disappeared in the clenched beak of an eager gryphon.

His legs were still kicking as he was swallowed whole, his mind still torn between terror and delight.

"Oh, right! He doesn't often chew his food, so...you'll have quite the ride down into his stomach. I hear it's awfully slimy," Tama explained. He turned to see who else might have heard his explanation, only to see that one gnoll had dropped his club in the sand and run into the desert, while one foolishly remained, clenching his spiked club with bravado that he couldn't possibly maintain. "And if you don't drop that thing and turn tail, you're gonna be the next one to experience it..."

To look brave in the face of impending doom was already enough of a struggle. To do it when you were outnumbered, alone, far from the only place in the world you ever felt safe...the beast deserved Tama's admiration for that, if nothing else.

Admiration wouldn't save him from his fate, however.

"Somehow, I knew you weren't gonna drop that club willingly. Kind of a shame that you weren't smart enough to join your buddy when you had the chance."

Against the thick, armor-like hide of the winged beast, even the powerful spikes upon the club would pose little threat. In a desperate act, the gnoll took a couple steps forth, building a charge and hurling the spiked rod with all his might.

Tama rolled his eyes, and his mount made no effort to dodge.

A brief flap of the wings was all that it took to cast a counter wind and knock the club out of the air. It dropped to the ground as a fresh blast of sand and dirt kicked up into the gnoll, forcing it to cross his arms over his face.

With his eyes winced and his shoulders braced, he was compromised, utterly helpless before the might of Tama and his loyal gryphon.

"Perhaps you _knew_what your fate would be if you stood and fought?" Tama proposed, taunting the gnoll with the idea of such perversion. "Maybe you wanted to know what it was like to be swallowed whole, still kicking and writhing?"

Words that were lost on the gnoll quickly faded behind the ominous thundering of paws against the last few inches of solid ground, before the sand absorbed the sound and weight. Already, the overgrown hyena was pulling his arms down and getting ready to run, but in his blinded state, he never noticed Tama sneaking behind.

He couldn't have prepared for the coyote to trip his leg out and catch him under the arms.

"We'll get to that part; that much I can promise you," Tama explained. "But it would seem that my little friend is interested in playing with his food..."

Though his loincloth was already something of a formality, the gnoll was notably more bashful when Tama flipped it upright in front of his approaching mount. Taking a loose grip around the full, hanging flesh of the gnoll's cock, Tama squeezed the shaft and bounced it just a little, enticing his gryphon to draw ever closer.

Gulping back his nerves and trying to look brave in the face of what he thought was certain death, the gnoll held still against Tama and did his best not to shudder when the smooth, cool chitin of a beak brushed against the side of his most sensitive flesh.

"Pretending not to like it doesn't change the fact that you're clearly enjoying this," Tama's words were still a mystery to the larger beast, but his tone was impossible to misunderstand. A sensual taunt carried every syllable to the ears of the quivering gnoll, who tilted his head down to the sight of a long, slick tongue brushing along the sides of his member in a sloppy, mindless sampling.

Even his thighs were getting soaked through as the gryphon tenderized his next meal, knowing that no part of the mindless beast would be off limits later on.

"He's making quite a mess down there, isn't he? Or...is that you, perhaps? Goodness only knows how long it's been since you've last had a hard, fulfilling climax..."

A grunt of confusion wrestled from the muzzle of the gnoll as the coyote's tone suggested this encounter to be nothing more than a forcible blowjob, but his memory was fresh enough to remember the sight of his fellow tribesman wiggling around against the throat of the seemingly invincible gryphon.

Knowing that such could still be his fate made it difficult for him to get into the mood, even as Tama squeezed his rump tight from behind. His length was bouncing and stiff against the amorous gryphon as the tongue bath continued, but the sharp, narrowed gaze of the larger beast held something more sinister than lewd intent.

No matter how the gnoll tried to get into the mood, he couldn't ignore the fact that he was in terrible danger...but he couldn't think of a way out of trouble, either.

"If you weren't so busy curling your toes in the sand, you might just be able to sneak past me and escape," Tama was doing his best to be fair, giving the gnoll every opportunity to escape the imminent danger. "Hell...you could be halfway across the desert right now, trying to figure out where your little friend ran off to!"

As blood continued to rush to his shaft, the gnoll became less aware of how much support Tama was actually giving him, until the shifty coyote released his arms. He fell flat onto his back in the sand and with a start, he was sobered by the impact.

He had just enough time to scramble onto his hands and knees to find his muzzle under the base of Tama's sack, and as he tried to look up past the coyote's sheath to his domineering glare, he felt the paralyzing sensation of a massive, slippery tongue brushing over his backside, coating it with saliva and brushing over his tailhole by the sheer width of a single lick.

A delight yet unknown to the beast, his entire body shook with forbidden pleasure as precum burst from the tip of his cock, spilling harmlessly into the sand and signaling the gryphon that his dessert was finally ready to be consumed.

"So hungry for a cock that you didn't even ask permission before you went sniffing mine? I'm afraid that I simply can't overlook that kind of misbehavior."

It was all teasing from Tama, who was licking his lips with such anticipation you might have thought that he was the one getting ready to consume the gnoll.

The gryphon wouldn't be denied his meal, however.

After a final and tender slurp against the gnoll's sack, the mount was finally done playing with his food, having savored every different taste that it was after. His tongue was a false sense of comfort for the gnoll, who really was starting to think that he was part of an unusual, lustful ritual.

The sharp, deadly hook of the gryphon's beak pressed into his torso, just above his navel, and dashed any hope he had of surviving.

Legs scrambled against the sand and claws kicked up tiny clouds of dust as the gryphon lunged forward and scooped his prey up into the platform of his beak. Long, plentiful slack of wet flesh tickled and teased up the chest of the gnoll as Tama's mount tilted his neck back, pushing the defeated created up in the air and forcing his body to fold like a lawn chair within the skillful confines of his mouth.

His body was contorted in such a way that he could hardly breathe, his arms forced to reach for his legs as his torso was compacted by the closure of the beak around his tender flesh.

"You know, this probably would have been a lot more enjoyable for you if you hadn't tried to run away. Kinda forces him into an awkward position, you see?" Tama asked, knowing his question wouldn't be answered. "Well, of course you see. Your face is basically stuck in your own crotch, now..."

Compacted and whimpering with the knowledge of his fate, the gnoll stayed compressed as the gryphon began swallowing, refusing to chew his food even when it was going to present a terrible bulge against his throat. He preferred to keep his morsels in once piece so that they took longer to digest, just in case there was a gap between meals, and occasionally, between playthings.

The gnolls would have a small reunion in the belly of the beast as it finally rested. There was still one target left to hunt down, but as Tama stood by his gryphon and brushed an open palm comfortingly against his cheek, he saw no desire to go on the prowl.

"Let the sands of the desert take him," Tama murmured. "If he's foolish enough to come back with reinforcements, just imagine the fun we'll have..."