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Living life as a gryphon, you have to get used to certain realities. One of the harshest of these is the near complete lack of meat in your diet thanks to all the equines who rule this territory and only eat vegetation. As much as Equestrian society has done to try and integrate other species, for the moment they draw the line at serving up anything other than fish within their borders, and even that will raise some eyebrows from the grass-munchers.

Some predators have learned to live with it and have resigned themselves to fish either eaten cooked with disapproving stares from present ponies, or just catching it themselves for a little bit of that "thrill of the hunt" thing. For the rest, you basically have to resign yourself to living outside of Equestria if you don't want to go pescetarian.

As for me, however, I've discovered a...morally questionable supply of fresh meat courtesy of ponies themselves, though they would never give it willingly, so it requires careful planning and is a bit of a rare treat. Obviously eating ponies is a fast track to getting locked in a cage for the rest of your life, but eating certain specific parts of their anatomy can be done with the right tools and the embarrassment of anyone else knowing about it can make them stay silent.

Today just happened to be one of my lucky days. I usually fly in from my home in the mountains to the west over the Everfree Forest to make my way inland, and though the locals usually steer clear of the place, there are occasionally those doing nature surveys or gathering herbs in the area that have provided me with opportunities for snacking in the past.

On several occasions I had seen one yellow mare with a pink mane from above the forest, collecting herbs or feeding the friendlier local wildlife, and almost always flying near the ground when she flew at all rather than walking. She virtually always had the same surly looking rabbit along with her, or at most one other pony who seemed to do most of the talking. However, for whatever reason, today she was alone. Certainly worth a look.

I descended quickly out of the thermal I was circling in over a nearby sun-baked rock outrcropping and landed silently in a tree on the far edge of the clearing. Pony eyes are about average for seeing at distances, but mine were bread over millenia for spotting prey from the skies, so I could see her in exquisite details from far too far off for her to notice me. She continued rummaging for herbs that she would occasionally add to her basket, her back turned to me all the while.

Unlike most other ponies I'd seen in the comfortably nudist nation, this mare kept her tail hanging low, and with the way she had it so overly styled, it was hard to see what I was looking for. As she turned from side to side I could almost get glimpses, but that damn tail kept staying in my way.

I was starting to get frustrated when she sighed and lifted her head. I could see her mane sticking to her neck a little from the sun beating down, and she lifted her tail and waved it from side to side to try and help cool off, flapping her wings to cool the rest of her. Now I could finally see my target, and it was more than I could have hoped for.

Nestled up under her prominent pucker was a long, fat pussy that I could see some sweat glistening on from where I was perched. Sometimes mares could have an upward curve at the bottom and some wrinkling along the edges, but this one was perfectly smooth from top to bottom, and I could see from the slight widening at the bottom that it might be holding a nice treat for me.

Now, most of the times I've done this I've pounced on the mare I'm stalking, scared her sufficiently that she doesn't resist, and collected my prize quickly before beating a hasty retreat. The entire exchange is usually pretty quick, and that's what I was expecting this time. What I was NOT expecting was for her to roll over onto her back with her legs up and spread and roll back and forth on the grass with a sweet smile on her face. I most DEFINITELY was not expecting her to stop, look around the clearing a few times, and then reach her right hoof back between her haunches.

Crouched lower and behind more leaves to try and make sure she didn't see me, my heart was starting to pound even as I was questioning if I wasn't dehydrated and hallucinating or something. There was no way I was going to get a show with my meal. No way in hell. I could not be that lucky.

I was dead wrong. She put the frog of her hoof over the hood of her still hidden clit and started to slowly rub it up and down as I watched. I was so utterly focused on what I was seeing that I didn't even notice that the leaves were moving and I couldn't hear the breeze. I could barely even feel it rustling my feathers as I perched in that tree, talons and claws digging into the bark of the branch in helpless arousal as I watched that soft flesh squish under her hoof. It took a titanic effort of will to keep myself to just a semi as opposed to a raging hard-on from watching this show. After a few minutes of trying not to breathe too heavily or groan out loud, I could see fluid leaking out of those fat lips and had to lick my beak to stop my own fluid leak, but I just ended up with my tongue halfway around and my beak hanging open.

At the exact moment I attempted to curtail my salivating, she moved her hoof to her teats momentarily and her unattended pussy winked, her clit sticking out of its protecting shelter for a moment to shine wetly in the sunshine. My brain stopped working for a few seconds. It was fully engorged from her playing, and it was enormous. It had to be at least two inches across, maybe even a little more. I could see that the three lobes of the tip were mottled yellow and brown to match her coat and pussy lips. My stomach growled and my heart stopped too before I realized there was no way she could hear me from over there.

If my mind wasn't made up before, it was now. Of all the times I'd done this, every time was from a mare surprised in the middle of something innocuous and in no way aroused. Not this time. This time my meal was plumped up and just waiting to be plucked. I quickly fingered the stolen zebra bracelet on my right wrist. Made using powdered unicorn horn and a few magically attuned gems, it was ensorcelled with just one spell that made this all possible.

I pulled the hood of my cloak low over my face, then threw myself out of my hiding tree with a swift kick of my hind legs and powered across the clearing with one heavy flap of my wings. She put her head up with a start at the noise and saw me coming with only enough time to make a strangle sounding squeak and roll onto her side before I was straddling her with my left talons pressing softly into the flesh of her throat.

"I'm not going to hurt you as long as you keep still and don't make noise, understand?"

She opened her mouth, and any fear of her trying to call for help was quickly dispelled by her complete inability to even speak out of fear. Some of the mares I'd jumped like this had quite a bit of fight in them, but this one was just shaking and staring at me like she expected to die any second. Best to take what I came for and leave.

With my unoccupied talon, I made a specific gesture and the bracelet on my wrist glowed purple, followed by my long, hooked claws shrinking and shortening until they sat right over my fingertips. With the bracelet still glowing, I reached back between her haunches and pushed my now more nimble fingers up under her plump, squishy hood and squeezed her still engorged clit, feeling her pulse pumping through it and the twitch that went through it as she reacted to my touch. As I squeezed it gently, a few whisps of purple glow drifted off my bracelet and around the wet, swollen flesh I held before disappearing back into her body.

She squirmed and whimpered as she felt a strange sensation inside her while my stolen magic went to work inside, getting my treat ready for plucking. I squeezed her plump, swollen knob tighter and pulled on it gently, exposing it completely from beneath her hood. I held it for a few more seconds, and then I felt the tension release and slowly pulled back. The pink and brown mottled three-lumped tip of her clit came forward to reveal the swollen, red shaft behind it still throbbing with veins and hot to the touch. As I pulled the shaft separated into a pair of legs that themselves slurped wetly out of her pussy before slipping free and dangling from my fingers.

It was gorgeous. I had never before seen such a delicious clitoris. I licked my beak and my stomach growled again, this time louder, and I didn't care. At this point I was so high on the thrill of my catch that I almost forgot that now I needed to get out of here. I was about to do that when her voice stopped me.

"Wa-wait, what are you going to do with that? Is it really what I think it is?"

"Yep." Normally I don't do much talking, but she didn't look as panicky now, just bewildered and a little sad.

Still looking at me, she reached her hoof back to where it was before and rubbed at her hood, now feeling that it squished right in over the empty space where its occupant used to be, leaving her rubbing just her lips. When she moved her other hoof I stepped back, still not sure what to make of this, and she sat up and spread her pussy with both hooves, looking at the spot where her clit used to be before looking up at it dangling from my hooves, dripping with her pussy juice and still swollen. She made a whimper and I could see a little bit of tears in her eyes, but she didn't cry.

"Why are you taking it?", she asked softly.

"Well...I took it so I can eat it...actually." If I hadn't done this enough times that I don't feel guilty about it anymore, I'd definitely be feeling guilty right about now. She just couldn't seem to process what was happening.

"Y-y-ou're going to eat my...my..."

"Yeah..."

She seemed to remember she was still holding herself spread open and suddenly pulled her hooves away before rolling over, standing up, and turning around to face me shyly, one foreleg crossed over the other. After a moment she looked up at me again around the corner of her mane.

"Do you have to? I mean...I - really like it...and I don't want to to lose it..."

"I know this probably seems cruel, but I'm a predator. Living here, all I can eat is fish, and I just...need something more, you know?" This was starting to feel awkward. The magic in the bracelet was keeping her former pearl as warm as it was when I pulled it out, and she kept glancing over at it.

"I...guess I understand. I take care of animals, and some of them eat meat, and...I know it's part of being a predator..."

She eyed her disembodied clitoris again for a few seconds before sighing and looking back at her hindquarters again over her shoulder.

"I wish you wouldn't but...g-go ahead. I'll...I'll be okay I guess..."

I was so surprised by the way this conversation had gone that I almost didn't notice I was already acting on her permission and about to wrap my beak around her plump meat. I looked at her one more time before I held it up and took the tip in my beak.

What was left of her juices tasted delicious, and the feeling of fresh meat in my beak soothed something deep inside me. I tilted my head back, opened my beak, and jerked my head to swallow it whole, feeling it settle in my stomach satisfyingly. I closed my eyes and licked my tongue around the inside of my beak to savour the taste a little longer before letting out a short sigh and smiling. It took me a second to remember I was visibly enjoying her clit right in front of her, but when I opened my eyes she just looked away quickly, with what I could have sworn was a hint of a blush on what I could see of her cheek.

"I-I hope you enjoyed it..."

She was gone before I could say anything else. For a pegasus, she could run pretty darn fast. I stared after her for a second and then shook my head. That was definitely a weird encounter. Absolutely worth it in the end though, as I was flying away from this one with a much fuller stomach than my previous hunts. Hopefully I'd get this lucky again someday.