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The darkened room was lit by the soft glow of the monitors, colours flowing across his screen as his fingers danced over the keys, tapping frantically at the mouse as another terrorist died in a hail of gunfire and the win banner flashed up on his screen. Huttser sat back with a pleased smile on his muzzle, the coyote reaching over to grab his glass and finish his drink. Another game, another win. A couple more like this and he might even rank up this evening. This last match had been a whitewash, the terrorist team hopelessly uncoordinated, meaning he and his friends had fun baiting and taunting them with every kill.

"Hey ASSHOLE." The in-game voice chat suddenly sprang to life. "Yeah you. Huttser. I know where you live, fucker. You and your friends laughing at us? Think it's funny? You're not going to be laughing in a minute. I got your address. You're gonna regret laughing at us."

Huttser blinked and leaned forward a bit, hand hovering over the mute button before he shrugged and rolled his eyes, unmuting his mic. "Whatever, dude. It's just a game. You guys should have tried talking to each other before you lost, rather than whining about things now. Take the L and move on. There's always another game."

"Fuck you, man! We know you were cheating. You aimbot-using, wall-hacking piece of shit! I'm gonna get-"

That, Huttser decided, was quite enough of that. He disconnected from the game and pushed back away from his desk, stretching his arms above his head and listening to them creak and pop, wriggling his white-tipped fingers as they protested from being hunched over the mouse for so long. Oh yeah, it was time to get up, move about. Maybe even have something to eat that had some nutritional value other than salt and fat and then dip back in for a few more games.

He was halfway done with a rather nice bowl of chicken soup when there was a knock at his front door. He paused, head tilting to the side, his ears twitching. Huh. He wasn't expecting anyone, hadn't ordered any deliveries. He set his spoon aside and walked up to the door. Peeking out the spyhole, all he could see in front of the door was darkness. He shrugged, opened the door and froze in place as he almost buried his nose against what appeared to be a wall of feathers.

Looming in the darkness outside of his house... was a gryphon. The evening dyed its dark brown feathers near jet black, the light of a distant streetlight gleaming from its amber eye as it gazed down at him. It must have been eight feet tall, its hooked beak big enough that it could have nipped his head clean from his shoulders if it was so inclined.

"Would I be addressing the one known as Huttser?" The gryphon's voice was clearly masculine, surprisingly smooth, silky even, oozing an almost palpable confidence as it studied him in the same way you might study a fascinating new bug.

Huttser stared at it, slack jawed. "I...yes? Who's asking?"

"Oh, I don't bother with little trivialities like names," the gryphon replied. "In the grand scheme of things, my name won't matter to you after tonight. What does matter, though, is why I'm darkening your doorstep." That huge head lowered, turned, one amber eye fixing on him. "Tell me. Have you ever played a little online game called Counter Insurgency?"

"Well sure, I..." He bit back the next words. The threats in the chat. It couldn't be. This couldn't be real. He'd heard of swatting, sure, bogus food deliveries and the like, but this? Who sent a GRYPHON round to someone's house? "I think you have the wrong address. Look, sorry, I'm right in the middle of dinner."

"Funny that." The gryphon's voice was now a low, dangerous purr. "I'm about to have mine."

The next few moments were a blur. His hand tightened on the door as he threw it shut, but a moment later he was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His chest was aching, his head ringing. He struggled up and onto his elbows in time to see the door closing with a soft, final click as the gryphon nudged it shut with his hind paw.

"Tut tut. Is that any way to treat a dinner guest?" The gryphon asked. The huge drake had to keep his head low to avoid banging it on the ceiling, the tips of his eartufts sending the lightshade bouncing, looming, distorted shadows flashing on the wall making this already surreal moment something straight from a nightmare.

"Now. Judging by that response, you have a fair idea of who sent me and I'm sure you can imagine why. At this point you have two choices. One is the easy way, the other is the hard way. Both ways end with you filling my belly." The gyphon paused, letting his words sink in. Huttser opened his mouth to protest but a lifted foreclaw forestalled anything he was about to say. "Please. Let's just skip to the end, shall we? You plead for your life, I tease you for a bit, you plead some more, I pretend like I'm considering it and then I eat you anyway. There is literally nothing you can say, do or offer me that will change the outcome of my visit. The only thing you can affect is whether you enter my belly in one piece. Or in several." He paused again and, as Huttser stared into those eyes, he felt his insides go liquid. That was a look that dared him to take the hard way, to give the gryphon an excuse to follow through on that threat.

"Which choice ends with me not being torn apart?" he barely recognised his own voice. High, reedy, and trembling. He swallowed hard, tongue dragging across dry lips.

The gryphon paused. "Well. We can discuss that. But first I am afraid there's some formalities that must be observed for the terms of the contract to be properly filled. And please, again, don't bother trying to bribe me, plead for your life, or any of that ever so boring nonsense. Because if you do, I will be forced to ram every last inch of my prick down your throat and then hold you there till you suffocate. Yes?"

The worst part was that his tone didn't change, that level gaze almost daring the coyote to say something, to give him an excuse. Huttser nodded slowly and the gryphon almost looked disappointed. He cleared his throat, the feathers along his neck ruffling. He spoke a single word that was in no language Huttser recognised and a scroll appeared from thin air, hovering before the gryphon who leaned in to peruse it as it unrolled with a flick of a forepaw. "I'll spare you the fine print. Suffice to say that you have made an enemy who has sent me to mete out his vengeance on you." The big drake paused as his gaze travelled down the page.

Shining silver talons clicked on the floor right next to the coyote's feet, a silent reminder not to try anything silly. "Dear me. This all seems a little melodramatic for such a minor slight, but if the requirements are all met then it's not for me to decide. Now. Yes. Said vengeance is for you to face an enemy you have no chance of defeating, but to give you a sporting chance..." The gryphon paused. He chuckled. The chuckle built until finally bursting from his beak in a loud, throaty peal of laughter. "Oh yes. Well now." The laughter eventually trailed off and the gryphon turned his gaze back on the wide-eyed coyote. "To give you a sporting chance, you may have a thirty second head start." He leaned close, tongue dragging over his beak. "Run, little coyote. Run as fast as you can. Maybe you can find help. Maybe you can hide somewhere I can't find you. But if I do..." That long tongue dragged slowly along his cheek, matting his fur down with a trail of glistening saliva, so close now the predator's heated breath washed over his face. "I will feast." The gryphon took a step back, then another, giving him space to get back to his feet. "Run along now, little coyote. The count starts now. One. Two. Three..."

Huttser didn't wait for the rest. He scrambled frantically back to his feet, turned and headed for the back door, throwing it open and stumbling into the backyard. Where? Where could he go? Hide or look for help? Standing and fighting seemed a really bad idea. If he involved his neighbours would he just be getting them killed as well? He'd never been so aware of how short a space of time thirty seconds truly was. He turned and ran. He hadn't bothered to put shoes on, his bare paws slapping against the grass as he headed into the trees that bordered his property. Plenty of shadows, plenty of hiding places, force the gryphon onto the ground rather than letting him strike from above. That seemed like a good plan.

How long had it been? Was the gryphon still counting or was a shadowy shape already gliding overheard, just waiting to pounce? He didn't know. All he did know was the cold, damp night air filling his lungs, the undergrowth crunching under his feet as he ran. He ducked under branches, swerving around the trunks of trees that suddenly loomed up from out of the darkness. The further from the houses he got, the more all-consuming the darkness began and he was forced to slow to a walk, hand outstretched to make sure he didn't run face-first into something. It had to have been more than thirty seconds now, the gryphon had to be coming for him. Should he keep going or try to hunker down somewhere and hope? Find a hollow log and hide in it? Maybe scale a tree? No, that would only make him easy pickings for a predator on the wing...

A branch snapped somewhere behind him and he froze, barely daring to breathe. He peered into the darkness, squinting at the vague shadowy forms as he tried to decide if any of them were gryphon-shaped. Long moments passed, his breath starting to mist in the air in front of him as the temperature continued to drop. His footpaws were bare, his pelt and the t-shirt he wore doing little to protect him against the cold. He tried to resist the urge to shiver for fear the motion would make him stand out. Just as he was about to take a step back, one of the shadows moved and there was the gleam of moonlight reflected from an amber eye.

He crouched down, trying to make himself part of the tree he was standing next to, just another indistinct shape in the darkness. His ears were perked, listening, searching for any hint of movement.

"I smell you." The gryphon's voice whispered from the darkness. "Delicious sweat and fear and adrenaline. I hear you. Heart pounding in fear, blood pumping, breath quick." He couldn't make out where the words were coming from. Somewhere close? Somewhere off to the left? He leaned forward a little, squinting.

"I SEE YOU." The voice whispered right by his ear and he screamed, jerking upright, nearly falling, scrambling frantically on hands and knees through the undergrowth until he found his feet. He nearly slammed straight into a tree, wrenching his body to the side at the last moment, dropping to hands and knees before pulling himself back up again. He ran blindly until the ground vanished under his feet and with a startled yelp he tumbled down and into the dry bed of a stream. He turned, pressing himself up against the crumbling bank, hand covering his mouth to try and smother his ragged panting as he tried to make himself as small as possible. There were no thoughts of plans, no tactics, no strategy, just blind panic, the all-consuming fear that only the hunted will ever know.

"Hiding won't save you." The voice drifted out from the darkness. "Running won't save you. The end of your life was assured the moment the contract was signed. Such a silly thing to end a life over, but then why should that matter to me?" That voice was suddenly very close, directly overhead. Huttser slowly looked up, coming face to face with the huge drake. The moon peeked out from behind a cloud, the gryphon's feathers shimmering silver in the moonlight, a glistening bead of saliva dripping from his half-open beak. "When it means I can feed."

Huttser screamed for the second time and threw himself back, but this time there was no escape. The gryphon pounced onto him like a cat with a mouse, razor-sharp talons pinning him in place, pricking his skin as he was pressed flat onto his back. His eyes were wide, mouth open, struggling to find the words. There had to be something he could say, something he could do, something that would stop this. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be the way his life ended...could it?

"A valiant effort," the gryphon purred. "But you never really stood a chance. Still, you offered some entertainment so I will offer you the choice of going head first or feet first. Some prefer the former, in the hope that they might suffocate inside me before they have time to digest. Others enjoy the latter, because after all, it is a once in a lifetime experience so they might as well see everything, yes?" He leaned down, amber eyes glistening. "Choose," he breathed. "Make your final choice, little coyote."

"Th-That's like asking someone if they want to be shot or stabbed," Huttser protested. "That's not a choice!"

"No? Feet first is it then," the gryphon decided. "After all, according to you it makes no real difference. Except that it makes the whole process that much longer." Those claws on his chest tightened, gathering up a handful of his shirt before slicing effortlessly through the fabric and leaving it in tatters on his body. His trousers were next, drawing a sharp, frightened squeak from him as they sliced the cotton from his body to leave him naked. "I detest clothes. If I eat you like this I'll be shitting out buttons for days."

He stared up at the gryphon, his thoughts a terrified jumble. Those talons promised swift and painful retaliation if he tried to escape, but surely he couldn't just lie here and be...food? "There must be something else you want," he blurted out. There was nothing to lose by trying to bargain for his life, right? The gryphon could only kill him once. "I can't...I can't be about to die because of some random internet troll!"

The big gryphon shrugged, muscles rolling beneath his thick plumage. "The whys do not matter, food," he rumbled. "The forms were followed, the proper promises made. The rules that bind me are really quite strict. I have punishment to mete out." The gryphon paused and lifted his head, "I do wonder, though, just what it is you plan to offer me. Wealth? Trinkets? Are you maybe going to offer up someone in your stead? Sacrifice a neighbour or friend to save your own life? Let them die wailing and sobbing in my belly to save your own skin?"

Huttser's mouth opened, but no sound came out. He doubted the gryphon would accept cash, and could he really murder some random, innocent person to save himself? Could he live with it? His expression fell. No. He would do plenty of things to save his own life, but that was a step too far.

"Sex."

Huttser blinked, looking at the gryphon in confusion.

"I shouldn't even be considering this," the big drake continued. "But it has been a while since I was out and about, and you two-leggers do have those lovely soft hands and mouths. Were you female, I'd simply mount you but as you are male I would imagine you'd prefer not, mmm?" Huttser's response was a swift shake of the head and a glance down along that huge form towards the thick weight of the gryphon's endowment. "Then if you use your hands, and your mouth, and bring me to orgasm...perhaps a deal can be worked out," the gryphon rumbled.

"Perhaps?" Huttser protested, then squeaked as the gryphon leaned close once again.

"Or I could just eat you now."

Huttser nodded frantically. "Perhaps is fine," he whispered, sucking in a deep breath as the weight of those talons was removed from his chest and he could sit up. The gryphon settled back onto his haunches, waiting for him to begin. That feathered face and expressionless beak were difficult to read, but he could swear there was amusement in the tip of that huge head above him.

He crawled closer on hands and knees, approaching the heavy weight of the gryphon's sheath, the pair of finely furred balls resting beneath it. His first touch was tentative, reaching out to run a hand along that sheath, feeling the velvety fur beneath his fingers. The gryphon was warm to the touch, the familiar scent of another male, with a hint of something spicy added to the musk. The sheath twitched, the tapered tip of that pink gryphoncock slowly peeking out, the rest soon following. There was definitely no way he was going to be able to take all of it, that pointed tip thickening into a long, fat shaft that bulged out at the bottom with what almost looked like a canine knot. Instead he concentrated on gripping the warm, silky shaft with both hands, sliding his fingers along it and listening for sounds of pleasure or encouragement that he was doing it correctly.

"Lick it," the gryphon purred from above him. "Go on. It doesn't bite. I do, though, and if YOU do then you'll find out just how sharp my beak is. Not that I think you would do something so obviously foolish. No, no. I'm sure you're a clever coyote who understands that things could be so much worse for him."

Huttser swallowed convulsively and leaned in, his lips parting as he planted a soft little kiss on the tip. The musky scent of the big predator was so much more potent here, every breath he took filled with it. The gryphon stepped forward, a forepaw on the back of his head pushing him forward, that cock parting his lips and sliding into his muzzle, spreading his jaw almost achingly wide around it as the first thick glob of hot, musky precum dribbled over his tongue. He struggled for a moment as it hit the back of his throat, making him gag, tried to pull back...only for the pointed tap of one huge, hooked claw against his cheek to remind him that he was merely along for the ride at this point.

The gryphon held him there and fucked his muzzle slowly, relentlessly, and thoroughly. Every time he tried to protest, those claws tightened. Every time he gagged, or choked, the gryphon would stop just long enough to let him recover before starting again. Huttser could feel his jaw aching, his knees hurting from kneeling on the cold, hard forest floor, his cheeks stinging where those claws had dug in and cut through fur and skin to the flesh beneath.

He couldn't tell how long it went on for, it could have been minutes or hours. He was little more than a passive observer to this violation. There was nothing sensual or enjoyable in it for him, he was just a warm, wet hole for the gryphon to enjoy, silently submitting in the hope that this would somehow be enough, that his humiliation at the gryphon's feet would satisfy the one who'd sent him, that the blood spilled from his cheeks would be enough.

The drake was moving faster now, his head hanging down, tongue lolling out as he enjoyed himself. Broad wings spread overhead, flapping from time to time, sending twigs and leaves spraying in all directions. His haunches twitched, resisting the urge to just bury himself inside the helpless coyote, each little twitch and throb of that demanding length sending a new spurt of precum down Huttser's throat till he swore his belly felt heavy with it. The knot at the base was swelling, the gryphon's actions growing sharper, more eager, hunching over his helpless victim as he grasped the coyote with both forepaws. He forced him down, stabbing his cock into that snug throat, Huttser's cry of panic and pain little more than a stifled gurgle as his throat bulged around that cock. The knot bumped against his lips, threatening to push inside, to tie inside him and see him end his days smothered on that shaft, but instead the drake threw his head back and screeched his delight to the heavens as he came.

Huttser could only gag and splutter on that cock as it throbbed, pumping hot, gooey ropes of the gryphon's seed into his belly, pulling back to paint his face and chest, filling his open, gasping mouth with still more of the thick, musky mess before he was done. Huttser fell back onto his elbows, panting raggedly, wincing each time a new thick arc of the gryphon's spunk splattered down onto him, leaving him painted with a musky, sticky mess.

"Not bad," the gryphon finally rumbled. "Not bad at all. I've had females who didn't suck as nicely as you did."

Huttser briefly considered protesting but...maybe not. "So that's it, right? I can go now? You did your thing, made me into your little bitch, humiliated and terrified me...but you said I could go when you were done."

"Did I?" The gryphon purred, a smug, teasing gleam in his eyes. "I do recall saying that I would consider it. I ALSO seem to recall my exact words earlier tonight were that I would pretend like I'm considering your pleas and then eat you anyway. You really should have been paying more attention."

The bottom fell out of his world and he shook his head in denial, fear turning into anger at this callous betrayal, the casual cruelty of it. "No. No, you can't be serious. You can't... I..." He rolled over with a sudden burst of energy born of pure desperation. He even made it a few feet before the gryphon could recover and react. He didn't see the clenched fist that sent him sprawling in a heap after he was sent cartwheeling across the leaf-covered floor. He landed hard on his side, head spinning, legs and arms limp as his brain rattled against the inside of his skull. What had just happened? He had to get up, had to keep running, but the world kept sliding sideways, his legs twitching, refusing to cooperate. He was dimly aware that his body was moving, that he was being rolled over onto his back. Was he doing that? He couldn't tell anymore. Something wrapped around his feet, something firm on the outside, but wet and slippery inside. He wriggled his toes as his addled brain tried to figure out what was happening to him. Then the wet sensation got...tighter? Like his feet were being pushed down into some hot, wet sack or sleeping bag or something? That was enough to have a vague alarm bell ringing somewhere in the back of his head. There was something happening to him. Something bad. He really needed to get up, he needed to be running away.

That funny sensation was really distracting. There was something sliding up along his ankles and over his calves, his fur felt wet now. There was something seeping into it, something warm and slick dribbling down between legs that were now pressed tightly together. He tried wriggling them, but it didn't seem to help. In fact, he couldn't move his legs much at all, couldn't even stretch them. There was a noise now. A dark, wet noise. It sounded like...a gulp? Something swallowing?

Something was swallowing him.

The world snapped back into focus as his body dumped adrenaline into his system. He tried to sit up, only to find he couldn't get any leverage with his legs. He managed to get his elbows underneath his torso, lifting himself up...his legs were inside the gryphon's beak. He was watching Huttser even as he swallowed him. He tried moving his feet and he could see the feathers of that great neck shifting around them. Another swallow pulled him in deeper, that beak advancing over his knees, his lower legs now nothing but a bulge in that feathered throat. The gryphon's tongue snaked out, casually sliding along his inner thighs, giving his exposed balls a little flick, as if casually reminding him that the option to bite was still always on the table if he tried to get feisty.

His hands trembled at his sides, hands balling into fists. He couldn't just submit, could he? He should go down fighting, yelling, showing the smug, over-confident gryphon that he wasn't going to just give up. Another swallow. Deeper now. That throat claimed his knees, pinning his legs together, the gryphon's tongue idly slipping and sliding against his groin. Was...was he getting hard? There was something oddly sensual about the feel of that throat, the snug, hot, slippery embrace of flesh around him, that long tongue caressing over his balls and sheath. Fucking hell, he WAS getting hard. Despite himself, his cock was starting to rise, to be promptly licked and teased by the gryphon's tongue, leaving his flesh glistening, steaming in the cool nighttime air. Even as he was being eaten alive, as his life was about to end, his body tried to defy it. That slick organ coiled wetly around his shaft and despite himself he moaned, hands moving to hold that beak as his hips bucked against it. Fuck it. He literally had nothing else to lose, so why not? He closed his eyes as he began to thrust, bucking against that teasing tongue as another swallow dragged him further inside the gryphon. His ass was inside the beak now, cock bumping against the roof of the mouth that was devouring him.

He whimpered. Somehow knowing that, knowing that this was the last time he'd ever feel this pleasure, that he was about to slide down into a waiting belly to be digested...god, he almost shot his load there and then. The gryphon made a noise, it might have been a laugh. Another little swallow and now the head was lifting, tipping up and back, straightening out that long neck to let gravity do the work. His hips thrust faster. The tongue pulled away and for a moment he moaned in frustration, but the next swallow pulled his entire lower body down into that throat and now he had the hot, slick lining of that throat to grind himself against. He barely noticed as the rest of him was swallowed, the gryphon choosing not to draw the process out anymore, not when Huttser was making it so easy for him. Each swallow squeezed around more and more of his body, his cock achingly hard as he frantically rubbed it against the slimy walls of that gullet. His balls tightened, his orgasm building. Another swallow, and another, then another...The loud, wet gulps filled his ears and he didn't care. All he knew now was he had to cum, one last time, while he still could.

His eyes opened and he tilted his head back. He was right inside that mouth now, his arms stretched over his head, fingers stretching uselessly towards a world he'd never see again. The gryphon's saliva dribbled down into his face and he opened his mouth to catch some of it, panting raggedly, fear and desire rising, heart hammering in his throat. Fuck. Fuck, FUCK! His body arched, his last, frantic scream of delight cruelly muffled as that throat swallowed him down. His fingers grabbed onto the edge of that beak, tried to hold himself there for a moment longer even as his legs slipped into that waiting belly, painting that throat with his spunk as the gryphon pried his fingers gently away and...that was the end.

The rest was a slow slide into darkness as each swallow pushed him down into that waiting belly. He curled up inside the gryphon, stomach walls pushing down on him, left to imagine the bulge he must make in the big male's flanks. His fur was a matted mess of his own cum and the gryphon's saliva, already starting to tingle from the digestive juices that were now surely coating him. He tipped his head back, hands pressing against the walls that surrounded him, head already spinning from the lack of air. He should have some memorable last words, right? Some last act of defiance? He should be kicking, screaming, fighting to the end...but instead there was just a deep lethargy. It was warm and dark in here. His body was tingling, the feeling already starting to fade in his extremities. It didn't hurt, he was glad of that at least.

The gryphon was moving now, walking. The side to side sway of the belly lulled him into a doze as it gurgled and churned around him, burbling away to itself as it worked to claim his flesh and make him nothing more than a part of the gryphon. The walls pressed in around him, massaging him, that tingling slowly spreading, leaving a numbness in its wake that should have been terrifying but in his addled state he found it strangely pleasant. He felt like he was floating now, his body melting away, consciousness fragmenting. His last thought was that it wasn't such a bad way to go.

The gryphon paused, feeling the last twitches of the coyote in his belly fading away. "Hmph. I had been hoping for a little more struggling but I suppose I can't have everything," he mused as he padded through the quiet woods, sleepy birds staying silent in their nests, small animals cowering in their burrows as the predator passed them by, not knowing that he was sated...for the moment. He glanced up at the night sky and chuckled to himself. "Still, there's no shortage of angry people in the world these days. Maybe the next one will be more of a fighter."