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The sounds of howls, cackling, growling, and yelping echoed in the forest trail as the gnolls ambushed the caravan.

It was over in a matter of minutes. Soon enough, Grakk let out a howl while his three companions jumped and growled around the caravan, spooking the horse still attached to it. He growled at them as the caravan was suddenly yanked forward by the beast, but with his handaxe, Grakk cut the leather binding the horse to it and the useless beast ran off.

"Quiet!" the gnoll shouted at his companions. All three of them stopped what they were doing right away and lowered their ears, much to the larger gnoll's satisfaction. He opened a grin right away. "We win! Loot!"

That made all three of them, Juc, Gaf, and Urkle, resume their victorious howling right away much to his annoyance. The single, meek human guard that had been traveling with the caravan lay down on the ground unconscious. The even meeker human that had been driving the caravan ran away at first sight of them. Grak considered chasing him through the woods for fun, but the loot came first.

"BOSS!" one of the gnolls called. "COME SEE!"

Pretty much dropping on all fours, Grak rushed to the back of the caravan to see. What he saw made his eyes sparkle with delight.

Food! A food wagon! And not just any food...

The crate that Juc had opened was lined up with pastries. Their smell filled Grak's nose with its sweetness. It wasn't meat, but it was more than enough to make a strand of drool drip down the gnoll's snout as he licked his lips. The food was clearly having the same effect on the other three gnolls as they leaned in and pushed each other to get their noses closer. They all waited for Grak, though, but...

The moment Grak attacked, so did they. All four gnolls threw themselves at the box, grabbing as many of the pastries as they could and shoving them into their muzzles. Grak growled his underlings' dirty paws away from the pastries he wanted the most, so as the bigger, stronger leader, he got the bigger share, but the other three fought tooth and claw with each other to eat as much as they could. When the crate was nearly empty, it was Grak himself who pried a second one open. What he saw inside... was a cake! A large, delicious-looking cake. His tail wagged madly. There were four more crates in the wagon as well, all of them probably filled with more delicious food!

With a howl, Grak made the other gnolls stop their useless bickering. Growling and ordering them around, he had them carry the heavy boxes, each one with one of them, towards the woods before some human guard patrol came to rob them of their rightfully earned loot.

The gnoll leader kept a close eye on his subordinates, growling and yelling curses at them whenever he caught one of them trying to get a peek of what was inside the stuff they were carrying. He couldn't wait to eat more! Into the woods they went, running past the trees with little care until they reached their current den.

It was little more than a hidden, small cave on a cliffside. The opening and inside were wide enough for their campfire and sleeping pelts. All four gnolls piled up their boxes near the ashes of last night's campfire and, once it was all settled there, Grak cleared his throat.

"Today, we earn BEST loot!" the gnoll said with a grin. "Stupid stupid humans don't know what hit them! And now... now we feast!"

As soon as he said that, Juc, Gaf, and Urkle all jumped to start tearing away at the boxes with their claws, but before they could get to the food, Grak growled and yelled at them at the top of his lungs.

"NO!"

All three stopped to look at him with their ears down.

"IDIOTS! LOOT IS OURS, BUT MINE! GRAKK BASHSKULL EATS FIRST SHARE!"

All three gnolls looked at each other and tucked their tails down.

"But boss-!"

"NO BUTS!"

Pushing the other three aside roughly, Grak made his way to the first box, the one with the cake. He wrecked it open to reveal the beautifully-made food that lay inside. The trip to the cavern had smeared some of the cake's carefully made toppings, but the smell... The smell was still there, making all four gnolls' mouths water.

Grak shoved his large paw into the cake, grabbed a full handful, and brought it to his muzzle. With little care, the gnoll ate, and the moment the first bite entered his mouth, he felt it again. The same delightful feeling he felt when eating those pastries back at the caravan.

It made him all warm inside. This was more than food, this was... something else! It tasted heavenly. The gnoll pretty much swallowed it whole, then grabbed another pawful, then another. After the third, however, Grak fell back sitting.

The gnoll's tongue lolled out of his mouth. His eyes lost focus and his muzzle had the biggest, widest smile plastered all over it.

"Boss?" Juc asked after a while. Grak didn't know how long he spent sitting there doing nothing, but his eyes idly shifted to the other gnoll as he asked the question.

"Boss...?" the other gnoll spoke. They said a few other things, but Grak was barely listening. Something was happening, something wonderful, and he couldn't care less about anything else in the world at that moment.

The gnoll realized he felt warmer and warmer. Hot, even. Such a hot day! The sweet, sweet taste of that cake lingered in his mouth, teasing his palate and keeping his mind occupied with that and absolutely nothing else. Thinking felt like too much of an effort. It was easier to just sit still and feel.

The heat started to spread. From his belly to all over his body. The gnoll's long tongue lolled out of his muzzle as he panted. His fur tingled all over, the taste never left his tongue, and under the well-worn rags that he called pants... his sheath started to stir.

The other three gnolls looked at each other unsure of what to do. With his boss not responding, they were at loss, but all of them had their eyes on the half-eaten cake sitting right before them. None of them wanted to act first, but as the minutes ticked by and Grak did nothing but sit there, pant, and look at nothing in particular, it was Gaf who had the guts to approach the cake first.

They all kept an eye on Grak. A bulge started growing on the larger gnoll's pants, accentuated by a wet spot at its tip. All of them noticed that, but when Gaf touched the cake and their boss still didn't react? They shrugged, looked at each other... and growled.

"I am second in command, food is mine!" Juc yelled.

"I AM SECOND!" Urkle growled.

And before long, all three gnolls were fighting each other while, at the same time, each tried to eat as much of the cake as possible before the others could. It didn't take long until someone pushed someone, which caused Gaf to fall face-first on the cake itself and splatter it all over the cake.

The gnolls howled in frustration and anger, spreading all over to collect the bits of splattered food, but Gaf? With his face covered in cake, he stopped.

Just like the large gnoll, his thoughts started growing muddled. His body felt warm, the taste so wonderful...

And before long, all four gnolls were lying in their den, each with their paws and muzzled smeared with the delicious cake and all of them feeling its mind-numbing effects.

It was Grak, the leader, who without even thinking, crawled towards the next box to claw it open as well. Inside he found more pastries! They smelled just like the cake. The gnoll, on all fours, lowered his muzzle towards them to start eating them, one by one. Upon smelling it, the other three gnolls joined their leader, all of them rushing to the box to start grabbing them and eating them mindlessly. There was no growling this time. All of them had their eyes unfocused as they just kept wide smiles eating without stopping.

No matter how much they ate, however, their hunger wasn't sated. If anything, their hunger only grew. The more they ate, the warmer they felt inside, and alongside that...

Each gnoll was sporting a large bulge. All four males shifted uncomfortably as their fully-grown shafts dripped into their pants. The hunger for food got muddled with something else, and the hungrier they got...

Once the third box was emptied. Grak growled in frustration and moved on to the last one. Juc and Gaf went with him, all three gnolls eagerly clawing the box for the last bit of food, but one of the gnolls stood still.

Urkle sat there, his mind trying hard to form a thought but not succeeding in it. From his point of view, the box with more food wasn't visible because Grak's large frame bending over it was covering it. All Urkle could see was the larger gnoll's rear covered by his pants and, below it, he saw something drip down. A drop of something that went past the now large wet spot in front of the barely-contained bulge inside Grak's pants. He too had one. The gnoll realized he felt hot, too hot, and his clothes and gear felt constraining and terrible.

With the same eagerness from before, Urkle growled and started eagerly undoing the clasps of his harness, the buckle of his belt... The gnoll pretty much ripped his shirt from his body given how eager he was to be rid of it. When the rags of it were discarded, his pants were next, teared up right on the front much to the panting gnoll's relief.

The moment they were gone, his cock sprung up from them. Fully hard and more aroused than he ever remembered feeling, Urkle basked in the feeling of freedom. The soft breeze coming from the entrance of their cave felt wonderful against his hot fur. His shaft flexed and throbbed in response to it, dribbling down pre-cum on the cave's ground.

When he looked up, he saw it again. Grak's covered rear. That wasn't right.

While the leader and the other two ravaged the last box of food, Urkle came from behind and, with his teeth alone, tore his leader's pants up. The leader growled back at him, but with his muzzle full of food, he didn't even bother doing more than that. He just focused on continuing to eat.

Urkle, on the other hand, now got a full view of his leader's exposed rear and, not only that, but the significantly larger member pointing down between his legs. It was as hard as his own, if not harder, dribbling pre-cum in a constant stream now that it was completely free.

Normally, Urkle would have felt a great many things, but at that moment? Without a thought? All the gnoll did was lick his lips.

He blinked, and when he looked at it again, he didn't see a gnoll's dribbling cock. No, instead, he saw the pink color of his boss' member as beautifully crafted pastry. The fuzzy orbs beneath them accentuated its delicious-looking color, the bulb at the base and, from its tapered tip? Little dribbles of delicious-looking cream kept coming as if the pastry was stuffed with so much of it that it couldn't help but overflow. A stringy, white cream that Urkle was sure would taste as sweet as all the other pastries had tasted.

With absolute eagerness and drool running down from the sides of his snout, Urkle pretty much threw himself at it. The gnoll dropped down on the ground, sliding under between his boss' legs, and then, opening his maw wide, engulfed the pastry within it.

Somehow, Urkle knew that he had to treat this one with care. He felt its texture on its tongue and, the moment it touched it? It was heavenly! Sure it tasted... saltier than the others, but it mixed in with the lingering taste in his tongue in a way that made the gnoll wag his tail in excitement. Above him, the treat retreated from his maw a little, as if surprised, but the gnoll was quick to follow it, engulfing as much as he could within it to lick and suckle at it happily.

To Grak, it was a surprise. The large gnoll barely noticed when the annoying constriction keeping his arousal at bay was gone, but when something warm engulfed his cock?

For a split second, a hint of what could be called lucidity hit him from the sheer surprise alone. He blinked, looked around at his band drunkenly eating the food, and felt that something was very wrong, but as soon as his fellow gnoll's tongue caressed his cock, the burning lust inside him overwhelmed him, Grak's smile returned and all he did was moan out loud. With remnants of pastries on his paw, he started licking it as his other three paws trembled to support him on all fours while that much pleasure enveloped his cock. That tongue focused at the tip of his member, as if eager for something, and it felt heavenly good. Too good. He could barely think...

And unable to think or focus, Grak did not notice how the other two members of his band were staring at him and the scene playing out in front of them.

Gaf, the second in command, was the next one to act. He rushed towards their dazed, moaning leader. Diving from the side, the other gnoll also went under the larger one. Urkle's maw still enveloped the big gnoll's sizable member, licking and suckling on it for all its sweet, pearly cream, but Gaf's snout came to push Urkle's to the side with a slight growl. The gnolls didn't downright fight for the 'food' like before. No, instead, they both were just too eager to get to it. Both muzzles lapped at the large gnoll's cock, both trying to envelop it and get the large gnoll's cock for themselves with equal eagerness.

Grak, on the other hand, had to place all of his trembling paws down on the ground. He groaned out loud, the pleasure that overwhelmed his cock from both gnolls going at it resonated with the unnatural heat overwhelming him. There was something wrong with the food! There was something...

Something...

The tongues lapping, covering his cock with drool overcame his mind.

Something was very right...

The gnoll's tongue lolled out of his large muzzle. He thrust down at the muzzles, managing to sink into one, but another soon pushed it away to take his cock instead. They both felt warm and heavenly good. The soft texture of those tongues washing over his large cock had it throbbing. And better yet, even though the two of them seemed to be more focused on his tapered tip, they were fighting for it so eagerly that every now and then, Grak could also feel the brush of tongues against the gnoll's engorged knot at the base of his member.

With a soft growl, Grak humped downward. His hunger, his need, urged him to knot something. The gnoll maws fighting for his dick were giving him a hard time, though. He growled in dazed frustration and his need was so great that his mind almost worked out that he should hold one of them steady so he could fuck it. Except...

When he looked forward, he saw something else that took his mind off of it.

Juc, the last gnoll he had even forgotten existed for a moment, had also ripped his clothes off. Just like Grak and the others, his former clothes were now just rags clinging to his body at awkward spots, and from between his legs, his own pink, tapered member was fully hard. Except that Juc was fucking something.

He was fucking... a pastry. The sight of the big gnoll shoving his dick into a large pastry... Something in Grak's mind, at the very back, screamed that it was wrong even for a gnoll. At the forefront of his mind, however, a much louder voice also screamed that it was wrong, but for entirely different reasons.

Growling right away, Grak advanced upon Juc. The other gnoll was too busy moaning and thrusting his dick into the ruined pastry to even take notice of it until the much larger gnoll tackled him down and took both of them down together.

With Juc on the ground, Grak, still growling with mad lust, held the other gnoll down on his back. Then, his eyes shifted down to Juc's cock, which remained fully erect over his belly and still covered in the remains and crumbs of the creamy pastry he had been fucking and, with immense hunger, Grak advanced upon it with his muzzle.

He took the other gnoll's member in its entirety within his maw. It went so deep that it poked the back of his throat. The large gnoll's lips kissed the smaller gnoll's engorged knot and, though he almost gagged, he didn't care. That cock was completely covered in the delicious taste of those pastries that he absolutely needed! Not only that, but alongside it, a strong, earthy taste accompanied it alongside a creamy, salty one. All of them came together over Grak's tongue, resonating with the heat all over his body, and the large gnoll leader just let out a muffled moan as he suckled upon the pinned-down gnoll's dick with all of his might.

While he was busy doing so, the maws that had been assaulting his dick soon followed. Grak let out a soft growl for a moment as he felt his own cock, which had been left hard and hanging between his legs, get assaulted by both gnolls that jumped between his legs to pull it back and get it into their maws again. The pleasure of their tongues returned and, coupled with the taste of pastry and cock?

Grak's hazy mind was in absolute heaven. Never before had the gnoll felt so good in his entire life. He needed more, he needed to lick, to taste, to fuck, he needed it all! And he would have it.

All four gnolls wildly lavished at each other.

Juc was the only one whining as, pinned down by his leader, he couldn't taste anything, but he found crumbles and remnants of pastries on the floor he could lick while his leader went to town on his cock. The pleasure kept him occupied and moaning as he idly licked the floor eager to taste more.

Urkle and Gaf continued to fight over their leader's member. Each of them managed to get a good suckling and some spurts of the delicious cream that came from that 'pastry' let out on their maws before the other growled and pushed them aside to take the cock for themselves instead. Grak would often hump downward, shoving his large cock deep into their throats and making them gag, which then gave the other an opportunity to take the cock and, in turn, made the leader growl in frustration as his cock bounced back and forth and was forced to hump the air until the other gnoll managed to get it into his maw. There were times, however, when both tongues just attacked the cock at once, licking it from both sides before one of them got too eager.

And finally, the big leader of the gang was having the time of his life ravaging his companion's cock, suckling on it, licking it, taking it within his maw and attacking it with his tongue over and over. It spurted the creamy treats he was hungering for with increasing speed. At the same time, the leader found himself enjoying the tongues treating his own cock. They licked and licked and licked, bringing pleasure that made his fur stand from how heavenly it felt. His mind was empty of thoughts. There was nothing but the food, the hunger, and the pleasure.

And it did not take long for it to reach its peak. Grak grew more and more hungry, wanting more of the cock he was suckling on and not getting it. The large gnoll insisted on getting more, going as deep into it with his large snout as he could, but the large bulb at the base would not let him go further. Somehow he knew, from the way it also tried to push into his maw, that if he managed to get down there, he'd get more of the treat he needed. With reckless ferocity, Grak growled, prying his maw open and pushing his sharp teeth past the bulb of flesh. The gnoll beneath him let out a small whine of discomfort, but even that didn't stop his thrusting into his maw, until finally...

The gnoll's knot went past Grak's teeth. The moment it did, the large gnoll gagged, as his companion's sizable member took the entirety of his maw. His tongue continued to ravage it, licking, swirling around it, and now reaching the knot, which caused the cock in his maw to start throbbing, until finally...

Grak moaned himself when he felt it explode. Bursts and bursts of the creamy treat, this one more viscous and flavorful, erupted from the cock stuck in his maw. The knot that went past his teeth grew even larger, making it uncomfortable for the gnoll to keep his maw open, but he didn't care. Strands of cum ran down the sides of his maw, but most of it was coming straight into his throat, which the large gnoll gulped happily.

And it kept coming. Jet after jet of delicious cream. Being able to taste it, the heat inside Grak grew tenfold. The tongues on his own cock felt even better and the haze in his mind grew thicker. The gnoll opened a wide, dumb smile, ignoring the fact that his snout was stuck to his subordinate's cock, and just kept licking and milking it for more.

It stopped way too soon. Grak's tongue continued to assault the cock in his maw hoping for more, but the gnoll beneath him was panting and the cock in his maw seemed exhausted. Grak tried to pull back from it but found he couldn't. The taste of pastry was pretty much gone from the cock in his maw, but it still tasted good. Good enough to keep licking, while at the same time Grak's own pleasure was starting to overcome him...

For Urkle and Gaf, the gnolls saw their leader's member start pulsing. Somehow, they knew what was coming. Both gnolls wagged their tails, their heads pushing each other harder as each tried to take the cock into their own maw to suckle on it as it exploded. In the end, neither of them managed to do it, but when the large gnoll's member shot the first strand of cream down on the ground, both gnolls dove down to lick it off the floor.

Urkle reached it first, his tongue licking up every drop of salty, tasty cream off the ground while Gaf, missing that opportunity, started lapping at the tip of the shooting cock, trying to get as much of it as possible onto his tongue while, at the same time, causing the large gnoll's cock to bounce back and forth and shoot his cream all over. Grak let out muffled moans of pleasure from the cock he was stuck on, but at the same time, he growled, clearly frustrated that no one was suckling his cock and stimulating it through his orgasm. The gnolls behind him didn't care, though, they just wanted the delicious cream! Grak humped downwards, trying to find a muzzle to sink his cock on and get some pleasure from his climax, but all he found were fleeting tongues desperately trying to lick up his seed.

Even after their pleasure, however, they were not satisfied. The cock inside Grak's muzzle remained hard and, with enough licking, it soon started spurting delicious cream all over again. The leader, stuck as he was, couldn't force the gnolls beneath him to take his cock properly, but despite his unsatisfied orgasm, he was soon ready to shoot again, his pleasure as high as it had been before and all of it enhanced by the red hot feeling coming from his belly. The hunger continued, never sated. If anything, it only grew. A hungry whirlpool of lust that had all four gnolls lost in each other.

The last pastries were grabbed and eaten. The leader, however, stuck to a knot, could only grow and watch from the corner of his eye as the others ate it all. It seemed to drive their lust even higher.

Juc started thrusting into his maw, knot-stuck or not, and soon enough at least Grak had more of that warm, creamy treat going down his throat. Urkle and Gaf spent some time licking each other's cocks, but at one point, Urkle had the idea of sucking his own member for treats. The gnoll bent over himself and suckled at his own dick as hard as he could, while Gaf...

The second-in-command took hold of his boss' member and took advantage of it for a while. Eventually, however, his own lust got high enough that, looking up and seeing Grak's exposed rear, a part of him, that part that had always wanted to do that, spoke louder.

Grak Bashskull couldn't do anything against it when he felt the other gnoll mounting him. Nor could he do anything when he felt his subordinate's dick spearing him and penetrating his ass. In the back of his mind, something still told him that things were not right, but he did not care.

He continued to grunt, to pant, and to suckle on the cock his muzzle was stuck on for who knew how long. Crumbs and destroyed remnants of food surrounded the four gnolls as they continued to go to town with each other, more and more wildly, howling in pleasure all night long.

***

Outside, in the forest, the sound of howls echoed. It also guided the small hunting party of humans towards the hidden den of those crafty gnolls that had been assaulting their roads for weeks now.

"Never heard 'em so active..." one of them said.

The other, the one draped in long robes and a cloak, smirked.

"I told you," the mage said with a smug tone. "My cursed bait always works on these simple beasts."

The other armed hunters scratched their heads. They prepared their weapons, but the mage leading the party just raised a hand.

"You won't be needing any weapons. They won't even know they're being carried away. In fact, they won't even notice they're in jail until the effect of my bait passes and, given how much they ate..." The mage grinned. "It might take a week or two."