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There were four of them, plus the prisoner. The lieutenant, whose tabard bore the three-towered castle symbol of the City of Greyhawk, and three lower ranked guardsmen with halberds. They were marching their prisoner along one of the trade trails outside the city when the lieutenant suddenly looked up and waved.

"Sid," muttered the one with the corporal's insignia, "What are you doing?"

"Saving us some effort," the lieutenant said just as quietly. He waved again and the gryphon overhead tilted a wing to turn. A keen amber eye big as a man's fist peered down at them and the gryphon flared its wings, coming in for a landing.

With a thunder of pinions the lionbird touched down, feline hindpaws hitting the ground a moment before the eagle talons in front. It looked them over before speaking.

They looked it over, too. The gryphon had bronze-colored feathers, a golden beak and tan lion fur from the wings on back. A tufted tail swayed. This wasn't what was called locally a "feral" gryphon. Those were little more than animals. This one had light brass scale mail protecting its flanks and a pierced brass helmet that left its beak free to bite. Strapped to its back atop the armor was a leather saddle with buckles that presumably kept a rider from falling to his death. It did not bear the city livery so it didn't carry a guard. The lieutenant suspected, correctly, that it was an exotic riding animal. You could rent various sorts of those in Greyhawk.

The question was how smart it was. Some gryphons, like the ferals, were simple beasts. This one might simply be trained. Others could talk. This turned out to one one of those.

"Lieutenant," it cawed, and ducked its beak respectfully. "Did you need something?"

"Well," drawled Lieutenant Tarris, or so he claimed was his name when dressed like this, "I thought maybe you could do us a favor."

The gryphon turned its head to regard them out of one amber eye. Then it turned again and looked at their prisoner with both.

Their prisoner stood head and shoulders taller than they were, a slender but muscular gnoll hyena-man. He had backward-bending legs like the gryphon, broad shoulders and a trimly muscular chest. He stood just about seven feet tall from four-toed padded feet to cup-shaped furry ears and had wrists tied behind him and a wrap around his muzzle serving both to gag him and keep him from biting. Corporal Wills (or so he'd say was his name, if asked) held a rope that connected to the gnoll's wrist bindings and a shorter rope connected his ankles together. The gnoll could walk, but not run.

"If you want me to carry him somewhere, I will have to charge you," shrieked the gryphon. "And you will have to put the belt on him." The guards saw a broad leather belt hanging from the saddle, with metal rings that the saddle buckles clipped into. When riding a flying mount that sort of thing helped keep you from falling to your death.

"You can carry him wherever you like," said the lieutenant. "In your stomach."

The gryphon's head swiveled back to look at him. They had the thing's full attention now. It occurred to one of the corporals that he had no idea whether the gryphon was male or female. From the front one lionbird looks much like another.

"We're taking him out to hang him," the lieutenant said. "Then we have to burn the body. We'll be out there past noon and it's supposed to rain by then. Now, burning and being digested are much the same thing, right? It's hard to be Raised from either."

The gnoll was bound and gagged, but he still backed away from the gryphon. It stepped on the rope before he got three steps.

"Flying is hard work," cawed the gryphon. "It works up an appetite. Are you sure the city will be okay with me eating him?"

"I speak for the city," said the lieutenant. "Enjoy your meal."

It was over quickly. The gryphon was more than twice as heavy as the gnoll and tugged him closer with a pull on the rope. A second tug made him stumble and fall right into a wide-open beak.

That beak had made the lieutenant sure the gryphon could swallow a whole gnoll, and he was right. There were many tales of dogs, sheep, and even humans gulped down whole and sometimes alive by lion-birds. The gnoll was taller than they were but slender and with a thrust of its beak spotted head and shoulders were gone. The gryphon pushed its beak downward, pinning the gnoll's ass against the ground, and there was nowhere for him to go but down its throat.

The gryphon sat back on its haunches and tossed its beak upward, gathering the unfortunate humanoid up one mouthful at a time. It took only four movements of its head to bolt the gnoll down. The hyena-man kicked and squirmed but was reduced to a bulge moving through the gryphon's feathery neck. With one last toss the gnoll's padded feet slipped into the beak and the gryphon swallowed audibly. The bulge in its neck slipped downward and a lumpy swelling formed behind the feathers, where the thin tan fur showed the curled-up shape of a gnoll swallowed whole.

He had wondered how it would manage the meal with armor on, but whoever made the gryphon's armor thought of that. The harness straps stretched somehow when the bulge went by and what looked like a continuous coat of scale mail parted, letting a tan-furred, kicking bulge droop down.

"Thank you very much," screeched the gryphon, and belched. "That's a meal to carry me through the whole day."

"Good, good," said the lieutenant, "Now I was wondering -"

"Sorry, got to go," shrieked the gryphon. "I have a rider waiting!" With a thrash of its wings it was airborne, swollen in the middle but still able to fly.

The lieutenant opened his mouth to shout, but instead just watched the gryphon flap away. Its newly round belly made the takeoff tricky, but once it was a hundred or so feet up it flapped away with no apparent difficulty. He'd wanted to delay the gryphon until the gnoll was definitely dead, but what were the odds you'd survive something like that?

"Well, that's that," he said, putting the best face on it.

"What was that about?" One of the corporals leaned in close and nearly shouted. "That wasn't the plan!"

"Don't worry about it," the lieutenant said. "He can't talk if he's gryphon shit. And if anyone saw, we can just say the lionbird landed and snapped him up."

The corporal who shouted shook his head. "Keep it simple. That was the plan! These uniforms will cover our tracks as long as no one looks too closely. Now it's more complicated, more things that can go wrong."

Ignoring him, the the lieutenant led them back toward the walls, heading for a gate with easily bribed guards. It wasn't the first time they'd followed this routine, just the first time the person they escorted got a short trip through a lionbird's guts. Most often they ended up in a shallow grave.

"Nothing will go wrong," said the lieutenant confidently. "He's just the taste of wet fur on a gryphon's burps now. Come on boys, I'll buy the first round."

He was right about the burps. He was wrong about the rest. If he'd flagged down any other gryphon, particularly if he'd flagged down a friendly feral, that would be the end of the gnoll. There would be no evidence of the encounter at all save a hacked-up pellet of spotty fur the next morning.

But he'd picked the wrong lionbird. This one's name was Shinefeather and she was a citizen of good standing in the city. She did eat people, but you had to push her pretty hard to make it happen. She'd even swallowed a fellow gryphon once. The gnoll could easily have followed the same path through her guts her fellow lionbird had, except something nagged at her.

There was something off about the entire thing and though she quickly belched up the air that went down with the gnoll, she did her best to swallow some to replace it. A gryphon's stomach is as weird a hybrid of cat and bird as the rest of the beast and can serve, at least briefly, as a crop, squeezing the swallowed prey cruelly but not releasing its acids. As long as there was air the acid held off lest it be burped up into the throat and cause heartburn.

It was only momentary, though. If the gnoll stayed in there for more than a couple of minutes he'd be suffocated, crushed or acid-burnt. Maybe there was just time to avoid that.

Worried about the entire situation, Shinefeather flew only far enough to be sure the four guardsmen were not watching her, then turned sharply to the north. There outside the city walls, a quarter mile from the docks, was the huge caravansary that served the city.

"Pardon, pardon!" she screeched as she landed right outside the gate. The guards in the watchtowers grabbed their crossbows but did not fire, for Shinefeather, though not a caravan guard, was a familiar sight here.

"I need a guardsman," she cawed, right before she retched the gnoll up into a watering trough.

The gate guards watched this with some bemusement, especially when the gnoll popped up coughing from the water and she promptly put a taloned forefoot on his shoulder.

"Wash yourself off," she cawed. "But if you try to run, you're going right back down my throat, and this time you'll stay there."

All this activity provoked much interest from the caravansary staff and someone banged on a door. It swung open and a brown muzzle attached to a bear-sized creature poked out.

"Your girlfriend is making a scene," said the man at the door, and Uragh the feral gul nodded. He trotted out of his room quite naked, for he'd been asleep on a pile of blankets. On duty he wore segmented steel armor atop a leather harness and thick quilted gambeson, but in the privacy of his room there was no need for that. So it was a four-hundred-pound wolverine, all sharp white claws and brown-and-gold shaggy fur, that met the guard lieutenant on the way to the gate.

"No idea," Uragh growled. "She's not in heat any more, so it's not that." During her season the gryphoness had been a frequent visitor, as her need was strongly upon her yet she did not wish to lay any eggs this year. The solution to that was to find a lover too different of species to impregnate her, and Uragh had enthusiastically taken on that responsibility. He was a young and healthy male and though she was a lionbird, not a mostly-wolverine like himself, he'd certainly not objected to the opportunity to empty his balls into her several times a day.

The horny gryphoness had made a bit of a nuisance of herself hanging around the caravansary and Uragh mounted her at least fifty times before her urges finally passed. These days she was just an occasional visitor, but the reason for her visits had not changed. The itch still needed scratching from time time and Uragh was always willing to scratch it.

This time was different. Uragh and the lieutenant found her outside the gate talking to a very wet, mostly naked gnoll who had just climbed out of a horse watering trough. Bits of wet rope on the ground showed where the gryphon's sharp beat had removed bindings. The gnoll had a long oozing beak-scratch through his fur that started at his shoulder and went all the way down his back and along his thigh. One look and one sniff and Uragh realized what had happened.

"You swallowed him then hacked him back up," the wolverine growled. He could smell the traces of bile on the gnoll's wet fur.

"My name is Gnir," the gnoll yipped. "I'm a traveling merchant. I got ambushed in an alley and got too good a look at my muggers. They dressed as guards, I don't know where they got the uniforms, and marched me out of town. I think they meant to kill me and bury the body out in the hills. Instead they ran into Shinefeather here." He nodded to the gryphon.

"They said they were going to hang him and burn the body, and could I save them some work," the gryphon shrieked. "Uragh, remember that badger you told me about?"

"Yes," growled the wolverine. "Bart. He eats people for the City of Verbobonc sometimes. He says they lock him a cell until his meal is at least half digested, so someone can't bribe or kill him to recover the criminal's body."

"Something sounded wrong," cawed Shinefeather. "It was a free meal, but I didn't want to get in trouble if Gnir here turned out to be an innocent."

"I am very grateful that you thought it through," the gnoll yipped. "And quickly. I could have reached the afterlife with the story 'The last thing I heard was the gryphon burping'."

"Yes, well," the gryphon cawed. "You did taste good, but I am not so desperate for a meal I'll eat someone who didn't do anything wrong."

"You ate your would-be lover, whatever his name was," the feral gul growled good-naturedly.

"And you ate the would-be lover before that," Shinefeather said just as cheerfully. "But they were both jerks."

The lieutenant shook his head. He didn't want to delve into the whole troublesome issue of who ate who and why.

"Now, had you turned out to be a bandit or something, you'd go right back in," Shinefeather said to the gnoll.

"All right," said the lieutenant, who had a man-eating predator on either side of him and preferred not to think about the people who kicked their last inside them. Especially since his room at the caravansary was right next to Uragh's. Bad enough he heard the big wolverine fucking people on the other side of the wall. He didn't look forward to hearing a burp.

"Impersonating a guard is a capital offense," the lieutenant said. "And if guardsmen at a gate are collaborating, so is that. I need to talk to my captain, but something will be done. Can you identify them if we catch them, Gnir?"

"Oh yes," growled the gnoll. "By sight and by smell."

And that was how Sid's clever plan went straight to hell. With information on which gate was used and when, it wasn't hard to figure out which guards were on duty when the criminals came through. Rather than focus on that gate, they kept an eye on the guards who were there.

Three days after what should have been Gnir's trip though Shinefeather's bowels "lieutenant Tarris" and his little band of thugs, prisoner in hand, emerged from a gate guarded by the same two guards. Twenty minutes later the prisoner was freed and Sid, his three accomplices, two gate guards and even a guard lieutenant were awaiting justice.

Justice would take a different course than usual. The guard captain in charge of the raid looked the prisoners over, nodded, and gestured to his men.

"What's going on," said Sid, stripped to his loincloth like all of them. After a thorough search for weapons they were roped together ankle to ankle and forced to stumble along through the fields, accompanied by half a dozen guardsmen and the captain who led the capture. Whoever tied Sid's arms behind him knew what he was doing and the others were in the same situation.

"Shut up," said the very real guard lieutenant who'd taken the bribe. "You know what the penalty is for what we did. That's where we are going."

Sid knew what happened to convinced criminals at the City of Greyhawk. They were hung, or sometimes decapitated, then the bodies were burned. It was what he'd told inquisitive sorts half a dozen times when frog-marching hapless victims out of the city. He knew where the execution grounds were and they weren't going in that direction. He opened his mouth to say that and a city guardsmen whacked him with the haft of his halberd. Sid shut his mouth.

Half an hour of trudging later they were almost to the line of low hills between the City and the river. A little further north there were no such hills but instead a plethora of docks and warehouses. Here there were guard towers atop the higher hills and the occasional old ruin. It was to one of those they were marched.

"I told you it was a bad idea," snapped one of Sid's fake corporals. "Keep it simple, I said. But no, you had to flag down a gryphon because you didn't want to walk a few miles."

This fake corporal was in the lead and came to a sudden stop as they moved into the shadows of the ruins. Within was that same gryphon, out of armor this time, the same damn gnoll, or one who looked just like him, and a bear-sized brown-and-gold furred beast with sharp white claws and a leather harness fastened on by polished steel buckles.

"Gnir?" said the captain, and the gnoll nodded.

"That's them sir," the gnoll yipped. He stood up from the chunk of rubble and pointed. "They called this one Sid, he's the leader. These three," he sniffed to make sure, "Were at the gate we went through."

The captain looked at the wolverine, who came up on all fours and padded over to the prisoners. The beast sniffed, and nodded.

"It is them," Uragh the feral gul confirmed. "Gnir took me to where it all happened. I have a good nose, sir. These are the scents from where Shinefeather ate Gnir. And I followed their back-trail to the gate where these three guards were that day."

The gryphon nodded. "Him at least I can identify," she shrieked, and pointed a talon at Sid. "He asked me to eat the gnoll."

"All right," said the captain. "We appreciate the help, citizens."

"It is no problem, captain," cawed the gryphon.

"Why did you bring us all the way out here to ask them?" The guard lieutenant who'd taken the bribe had the expression of someone who already guessed the answer but hoped he was wrong. Unfortunately for him he was not.

"Eat these two last," the captain said, and pointed at first the lieutenant, then Sid.

"Eat?!" Said the corporal who'd spoken up before, just as Shinefeather's beak opened. The gryphon reared up in front of him and the other prisoners pushed him forward as he tried to cower back into their ranks.

"Dammit Sid," said the corporal. It was the last thing he ever said. Shinefeather's head snapped down and suddenly half the corporal was gone, engulfed by a wide-open beak. The gryphon sat back on her haunches and casually bolted him down, swallowing the man whole with three heaves of her beak. It had taken her four to swallow the taller Gnir, and unlike the gnoll this meal would not come back up.

"Shit," said the next man, for he realized that the rope connecting him to the fake corporal was still intact and as as the bulge moved down Shinefeather's feathery neck the rope slid into the gryphon's beak and pulled him toward her maw.

"Yes, you will be," said the captain, who motioned to his men. Half a dozen sharp halberd points kept the convicts close to the three predators. With their arms bound behind them and ankles connected by short lengths of rope the men could neither run nor defend themselves. The second man was already on his way feet first into Shinefeather's beak, pulled after the man he was tied to, and all he could do was scream.

A long spotty arm reached out and dragged one of the crooked gate guards close. Gnir smiled down at the man and the wolverine spoke up from a few paces away.

"Guess who has just been to visit a wizard," the beast growled as Gnir yawned. "He had to get a loan for the magic he wanted, but look. Isn't that a useful talent."

The corporal could not reply as his face was already in the gnoll's gullet. Gnir swallowed and for a moment a face stood out of spotty neckfur, sliding down toward the gnoll's waiting stomach. The slender but strong hyena-man lifted his meal and with a thrust of his muzzle the corporal was gone to the waist. All he could do was kick as he was swallowed alive.

The two nearest men to the wolverine saw it step forward and guessed that it too would soon yawn. With their wrists bound behind them all they could do was kick at it, and with their ankles connected by a length of rope that let them walk but not run, they couldn't even do that very effectively. The muscular beast shrugged off the kicks and swept the first man's legs out from under him. That pulled the second down as well as they were roped together and they fell in a tangle of limbs. The first to recover looked up just in time to see Uragh's jaws creak wide and let out a despairing cry as powerful forepaws pulled him him.

"Show off," cawed Shinefeather, who had swallowed who men whole and would have had a third by now had she not snipped through the rope connecting meal #2 to the corrupt guard lieutenant. Her beak was sharp enough to sever rope or flesh but she was content to swallow her meals whole and alive. There was a brief, doomed struggle happening beneath her stretched belly fur as her meals let her know how unhappy they were to be gryphon food. Shinefeather let out a long belch and the struggle weakened. Unlike Gnir, these two would not get out of her body the way they got in.

The gnoll was swallowing his meal slowly and even now a set of kicking legs hung from his muzzle. He had only gotten the ability to swallow large prey yesterday and was proceeding with care. That did not save the man on his way into a gnoll stomach. Gnir tossed his muzzle, gathering up a set of naked human feet, and swallowed. Tall and slender, a single human bulged out his belly grossly. He wrapped strong clawed hands around the lumpy, struggling bulge and grinned smugly.

Uragh swallowed two men together, stretching his jaws wider than seemed possible. This had provoked the "show off" comment from Shinefeather, for the two men together weighed nearly as much as the wolverine. The largest meal she'd seen him swallow was less than half his weight, but his strong forepaws forced them in and his muzzle twisted from side to side as he ate them whole. Uragh pushed his gaping maw toward the ground, and like Gnir a few days before there was nowhere for the men to go but down his throat.

He had both their nearly naked rumps in his distended maw and the next gulp would send them sliding into his stomach. With two sets of kicking legs hanging out of his jaws he was too busy to worry about anything but his meal so Shinefeather stepped forward, her belly heavy and lumpy with still-wriggling meat, and snipped through the ropes that led from one ankle to Gnir's muzzle and from another to Sid's own ankle.

"If I didn't do that we'd all end up roped together," she cawed. "And we wouldn't get to decide who gets dessert." Sid cringed as a set of amber gryphon eyes settled on him.

"Also," she cawed, "Uragh has a larger form. If he took it on now, all of us would fit inside him. He wouldn't do it on purpose, but if you," she smiled at Sid, "Got sucked in, he might change to make room for you, and then an accident might happen."

Gnir and Shinefeather watched as the wolverine finished his meal. With a heave of his jaws he got both rumps into his maw and he swallowed with all his might. A great bulge moved down his neckfur and two sets of legs kicked frantically as gravity and the beast's powerful throat muscles sent them sliding into his maw. Uragh's ribs creaked and popped as his torso swelled around his meal and his belly expanded like a furry balloon. When both set of feet arrived in his mouth his jaws closed and a last gulp sent a smaller bulge down his neck.

"Urgh," grunted the wolverine. "That was a bit eager of me." He swallowed again, presumably forcing an errant foot or two the last bit down his throat, and let out a long belch. He pushed at his kicking belly with a huge forepaw and burped again.

His meal was so large his hindpaws barely reached the ground. "Maybe I should have only eaten one," he growled. Of the three of them Shinefeather was largest, especially if you considered her wings, Uragh was about four-fifth her size, and Gnir was only half the wolverine's weight. All of those were before this meal and one human made a very big bulge in Gnir's slender middle while two were an equally filling meal for the larger predators.

"Change to your larger form, dear," cawed Shinefeather. "You are almost too full to move and we haven't run out of prey yet."

Uragh rolled up onto his fat belly, which forced yet another belch out of him. "Only if I get one of them," he growled, and waved a paw at the two remaining prisoners. "Two men is a very big meal for me. Not so much my larger self."

"Of course, honey," Shinefeather screeched, and Gnir backed a couple of paces farther from the wolverine in case a size change made the beast indiscriminately hungry. It was Uragh who accompanied him to the Tower Of Changes and on the way he got the whole story of how the wolverine went there, and how his first change caused him to snap up and swallow a man in an uncontrollable fit of hunger. Luckily that was just a copy of the wizard Wittick so the mage was still there to work his magic on a gnoll instead of long since ending up as wolverine droppings.

Uragh stood on tiptoe so his swollen belly didn't drag the floor and stretched. And he kept right on stretching. There was a weird groan from the wolverine's flesh as he grew and grew, his already huge paws expanding to support his weight. At his normal size Uragh stood perhaps three feet tall at the shoulder, a little taller over the arch of his back. Moments after the stretch he stood more like five feet at the shoulder. Each of his forepaws would now cover most of a man's chest and his thick muscular build and sharp white claws had not changed. He had gone from four hundred pounds to at least a ton.

The wolverine was big enough now to overpower Shinefeather and swallow her whole, meals and all, and Gnir would just be a snack after that. Luckily for them the meals he'd already had, though a much smaller bulge in his middle now, took the edge off his appetite. The only person who suffered from the change was the corrupt guard lieutenant.

"This is your fault," the man said, looking across at Sid as Uragh in his dire wolverine form stepped forward. With a duck of his muzzle Uragh engulfed the man and it took just one toss of his head and one gulp to send him down a wolverine throat after with other two. The rope connecting the lieutenant to Sid went taut and Sid let out a bleat of terror as he saw his doom but Uragh got the rope between his sharp side teeth and snipped through it as easily as Shinefeather had with his beak.

"That's better," Uraghr rumbled, and belched briefly. Tangled in a wolverine gut with two slowly digesting dead men and squeezed by a thick layer of surrounding muscle the lieutenant only managed a brief squirm of protest before the life was crushed out of him. Uragh was just too big now for anything the size of a human to get a say as to their fate.

With a massive wolverine face two feet from his own and two other predators not much further away Sid tried to make himself small and unappetizing. It didn't work.

"I am full," cawed Shinefeather, "But I do not like this man at all. I have swallowed a whole gryphon my size. He would fit."

"He is an unappetizing individual," Gnir yipped. "But only in personality. I would be too full to walk for a while, but I would enjoy digesting him."

Uragh looked from one to the other. "I will not be greedy," he rumbled. "One of you may have him."

Gnir leaned back out of reach as Uragh's muzzle swung away from Sid but it went past him and toward Shinefeather's rump. Gnir remembered what she said. In this large form the wolverine could swallow everyone in this room, burp, and settle down to digest his meal.

But though Gnir only visited the City of Greyhawk occasionally the story of the big wolverine and his gryphoness lover had made the rounds of the bars. Shinefeather, showing no signs of panic, moved her lioness tail aside and a broad salivating wolverine tongue slid out to caress her sex.

Sensing that Sid might savor the cool spring air a while longer before he disappeared down a gullet, the guard captain pushed him over and used the rope that had led to other convict ankles to bind Sid's together. That left the sole remaining convict as helpless as a caterpillar, and he didn't think the man could worm his way out of this.

"When you eat him, whoever does," said the captain as he turned to leave, "Feel free to take your time."

Gnir wasn't paying attention, for just as Uragh's great head had turned toward Shinefeather, now the gryphoness's beak turned toward him. Shinefeather was big enough to swallow him even with a human bulge in his middle but he trusted that would not happen. This whole chain of events happened because of her innate good nature. To end up in Shinefeather's stomach you had to get her pretty irritated at you.

So it was that he sat there on his chunk of rubble as her beak nosed his loincloth aside and a narrow bird tongue slid out to caress his furry balls. Gnir was already half hard from watching Uragh lick her out and he stiffened even more at her touch. He'd never stuck his cock in a beak before but today was a day for firsts.

He was next to Uragh's flank now, the two big ferals forming a triangle with the wolverine's head at the gryphoness's rump and her beak in Gnir's lap. The ponderous bulge three men made in Uragh's gut was within reach and the wolverine jumped as he felt an unexpected touch.

"Damn," Gnir yipped. The wolverine's sheath was sunken into its belly fur but Uragh was half erect and Gnir felt the thickness and length under the fur. "Even normal sized feral gul are hung. Then there's you."

"It is a bit of an inconvenience," Uragh rumbled. The wolverine looked over his shoulder and licked gryphoness juice off his chops. "I need to find a friendly centauress one of these days. That doesn't fit many places, but it would in a horse pussy."

Gnir's left hand was on Shinefeather's beak, because his cock was in her throat and he wanted to guide her movements. He knew she could snip off vital things with one chomp of her beak but his penis had cast its vote on trusting her and won. She could have swallowed him by now but she'd only swallow his cum.

That left his right hand free to rub Uragh's long sheath and the fur soon drew back to reveal a terrifyingly massive purple-black cock. The wolverine really did need to find himself a centauress. Any thought of letting the wolverine fuck him fled Gnir at once. He would be spitted like a bird roasting over a fire.

But there were other options. Uragh shifted a hindpaw uncertainly as he felt Gnir crawling beneath his drooping belly. Maybe he preferred female lovers over all else. But he didn't kick Gnir away, and the gnoll had just swallowed a man whole. Two days ago he wouldn't have tried this, but a bulge of wolverine cock moved through his neckfur as he swallowed Uragh's tip.

Gnir let go of Shinefeather's beak, trusting her to know how to move, and gripped onto Uragh's belly fur with both hands. As he squirmed beneath the big wolverine his throat straightened and the feral's back began to arch. Uragh was so long that his tip pushed into Gnir's stomach with each thrust. The man there would soon be joined by copious quantities of wolverine semen, to be digested with him.

Gnir freed a hand and reached back between the wolverine's haunches to rub a furry scrotum as formidable as the cock. A day for firsts, indeed.

Ten feet away from the wolverine's arching back lay Sid. With the three predators all distracted he very slowly began to crawl away. The instant he moved a bright gryphon eye turned toward him and Shinefeather pointed a sharp black talon in his direction. Below the wolverine's belly, furry throat pulsing with cock, Gnir shot a look at him too. Even the big wolverine swiveled an ear in his direction. The only reason none of them said anything was everyone either had a tongue inside someone or a cock in their throat.

Sid sighed and leaned back against a rock. There was no help for it. Six men he'd worked with were all stewing in bellies and soon it would be his turn. The three lovers would sate each other, at least briefly, and turn their attention back to him. Then the discussion as to who got to eat him would start again.

Shinefeather pulled her beak from Gnir's groin and shrieked, driven to climax by Uragh's broad tongue. The hyena-man grabbed his cock and came on her breast feathers. That just left the massive wolverine cock in the gnoll's throat. When that was dealt with, it would be time.

Tomorrow morning, along with one or another of his comrades, Sid's remains would move through someone's bowels. He just didn't know whose yet.