Whipping, brutal winds kicked up painful sands into the faces of all those who wandered into the Savage Lands of Veloria, both those who lived there by choice, and those who had the misfortune of becoming lost among the the endless dunes and plains.

Far, far removed from the thriving jungle metropolis of Makusa where cultivated humans had their rule, beyond the throngs of overgrowth where tribal humans clashed daily with wild animals that walked on two legs and four, society broke further and further down as one moved away from the human dominated world, and a strange thing hapened in the Savage Lands.

In Veloria, there were animals who walked on all fours and had no spoken language beyond mere growls and grunts, often referred to as ferals. On the other hand, there were animals that had developed human intelligence and walked upright just as the humans did, with their own words and language; some even picked up on the language of the humans. When the greenery faded into sand and the world changed, however, the two animals seemed to collide, and in the Savage Lands the animals walked upright like humans, but were closer in language to their feral cousins. This caused them to be shunned by ferals, animals and humans alike, and forced them out to the farthest reaches of society, where no one else dared to live.

The strong, gritty paws of one such Savage Lander, a coyote known to his fellow tribesmen only as "Tama," were digging tirelessly through the desert sands as he went about his daily rounds, checking each one of the traps that he set before sunrise, and came out to check just around sunset, when the heat wasn't so oppressive. At the very best, Tama often only collected small game like feral squirrels and weasels in his traps, and many of them were too diseased or too dried up to make proper food out of. Scraps weren't worth the effort to carry, much less to prepare for consumption, and it was looking like another disappointing yield for the nearly feral coyote. Five traps were set and checked as usual, and just passing his fourth trap, Tama's tailed flattened down to his backside as the small snare was completely empty, devoid even of the infinite grains of sand that surrounded it. 

"Rrr..." lowly and dry, a frustrated growl passed through the lips of the tiring coyote. With little to block the harsh, swirling winds of the desert air, the white of his underbelly was nearly turned a dusty shade of sand, so much that it started to blend in with the rest of his fur. Markings of pure, jet black, a harkening to his tribe, went down the bridge of his muzzle in stripes, and down the front of his body, striping out like blades across his chest. Modesty was hardly a thing of concern for Tama or any of the other residesnts of the Savage Lands, and his was only just barely preserved under a ratty old loincloth of boring, dull brown. His tail provided all the modesty he needed in the back.

Worries started to flood Tama's mind as he made sure that the fourth trap was still set to go off if it were triggered, but the simple snare rig wasn't likely to catch any food until the next day at the very least, and it seemed that Tama would once again have to return to his tribe with no food to offer. Although it wasn't uncommon for more than one member of the tribe to come home empty-handed, to repeat this more than a couple times was frowned upon, and if the poor showings still continued, punishment would soon begin.

The humans in their higher society treated sexual deviance as something to be toyed around with, and to them, sexual punishment was nothing more than playful spanking behind closed doors of a lavish bedroom. In the Savage Lands, it could be something as minor as this done for public humiliation, or, it could be as horrible as banishment from the tribe, but there were far worse options in between. 

The wind lashed at Tama's back as he made his way to the fifth and final trap, just a short distance away. The sun was nearly down, and if he didn't hurry back soon, he'd be stranded out in the middle of the desert without food or water, a fate far worse than returning to camp without anything to eat. The whipping winds made him flatten his ears as he thought about the numerous members of his tribe that had been whipped before for failing to bring home a good catch, strung up by their arms by crude ropes and wooden stands to be made into targets for the whips of their superiors. Just the sound hurt his ears, so he could only imagine what kind of torment those on the receiving end went through.

Tama had never been tortured in such a fashion.

He wasn't about to start now.

Filled with a renewed sense of vigor to satisfy his own appetite and the appetites of his companions, Tama dug in hard and sprinted for the last trap, wanting to catch any small game that might be lingering around off guard. The desert sands that might appear to blend into an endless abyss to others was nothing more than a large backyard to Tama, and expertly, he slid down the sides of some sand dunes, and ran back up the others as his eyes guided him to the location of the final trap. As he got closer to it, he became less reliant on his eyes, as his nose started to guide his way; a most delightful scent was filling his nostrils and keeping his energy and spirits high. 	[i]Food! Food for Tama![/i] he thought, his mind articulating words in the broken language that he'd picked up through years of interacting with people from all over the land. His tail picked up, fluttering around as quickly as the wings of a hummingbird as he climbed up on last sand dune, knowing the trap was waiting right at the peak.

"Woah. Big food."

Small snares and rigs were made specifically to catch small game. Every now and again, people who weren't paying attention could easily get caught in them, and when humans did, it wasn't at all uncommon for those in the Savage Land to kill and consume them, but the majority of them had an unpleasant scent and a rather bitter taste. Tama was relieved to see it wasn't a human, but he could hardly believe his eyes at the delicacy waiting for him, entangled by a leg that was once rippled with powerful muscles, but was now gnarled in a thin, steel wire.

"DEER!"

Fangs shimmered in the light of the rising moon as Tama surveyed his catch, clearly able to see that it wasn't going anywhere, and today of all days, he struck gold: though deer were a bit more common in the jungle lands around Makusa and in the forests of Evernorth, seeing one in the desert was all but unheard of, and their meat was praised for how tender and succulent it could be, even in fully grown adults. Tama couldn't keep from salivating as he crept a little closer to the incapacitated buck, who looked up to him with a pair of eyes that would normally shimmer a bright green, but the buck was so dejected that even the bright light of the moon couldn't cause them to shine. He knew all too well what his fate was, and to try and struggle further away from the trap would only result in mutilation, at best. Stark naked and looking lost, it was obvious to Tama that this buck had been wandering the desert for quite some time.

"P-please...don't..." came a whimpering, trembling voice from the buck, who tried to slip back from the approaching coyote, though he couldn't move his leg from the snare. "Don-don't eat me, please! Just let me go! I'm lost and starving and I need to find my way back to Westfall!"

Tama perked a single ear, actually looking a bit like a cute, confused canine as he tried to keep up with the fluent stranger, but his understanding of the spoken word was only so much, and he could only keep up for so long. "Slow down!" he immediately barked back. "Tama...can't speak. Not well."

The buck lowered his head hopelessly as he heard the broken dialect. [i]He may as well be a feral,[/i] he thought, which didn't bode well for his prospects of survival. "Listen, Tama, is it? I need to return to Westfall. It's a long, long way away from here. Can you please help me find my way back?"

"No."

"Why not...?"

"'Cause. You food."

"No, I am [b]not[/b] food, I'm a walking, talking animal just like you, and you need to let me out of this trap so I can get back to my home in Westfall!"

"Mm...nope," Tama replied, leaning in closer to the deer to take a casual sniff at him, as if he was already cooked through to perfection and sitting on a plate, waiting to be devoured. "Food."

The deer leaned as far back as his body would let him in his crumpled pose, trying to avoid Tama the best that he could. "Please...don't do this! Have some respect and sympathy for a fellow living creature!"

The back and forth would border on comedic to a passerby, as the deer was literally twisted in knots, both on the outside in the snare, and on the inside as his stomach wrenched and churned with fear, and yet, Tama simply stood there with a proud and pleased expression, admiring his capture and thinking of nothing more than dinner.

"Sorry," Tama replied, though his voice was empty of any real sympathy. "Hungry. Need food," he explained in as simple a way as he could. He took a step closer, and again, the deer squirmed and wiggled, desperately hoping to escape the wires around his leg, but if he shook anymore, he risked breaking his leg completely, and that wouldn't be any better a situation than being trapped. "Night night."

"Night night...?"

Tama yanked the wooden plank out of the sand that kept the trap wire on the end, giving the deer literally just a split second to escape, but by the time he realized that he could try and run free, [i][b]THUD![/b][/i]

He was clubbed right in the back of the head, and fell unconscious into the cooling desert sands.

**

"He-...waki...don't be s-..."

Bits and pieces of words were all that the still nameless buck could make out as consciousness started to dawn on his once again, followed by a rush of nausea and intense, throbbing pain in the back his head as he struggled to open his eyes. Everything was foggy in an instant, and he shut his eyes again immediately as trying to see only seemed to make the world spin.

"Damn it, little buck is already coming to. Won't be able to keep him hidden if he starts making a panic."

The buck was sure that he had a concussion of some sort, as his memory was spotty at best, and no doubt he was dehydrated from being lost in the desert. It was a wonder that he was alive at all, but it seemed that whoever had taken him to wherever he was, he was being cared for. He actually felt cool and calm despite the long trek across the endless desert sands, and a small cloth was covering most of his body, keeping him warm now that the deceptively cold night had a firm grip on the world.

"I wonder..." he whispered to himself, getting a little bit ahead of himself as he prepared to make a run for it as soon as the nausea went away. His paw slipped along his neck and felt no collars or wires, and his arms were free to move about as they pleased, but as he continued feeling himself up, he was discouraged to feel what he'd been expecting all along: there was still a wire around his leg, and though it wasn't horribly tight, he knew just with a little tug of his footpaw that any effort to pull away from it would just tighten the knot and seal his fate.

"Rise and shine, dinner."

The voice was just about the same one that the buck heard before, but there was something decidedly different about it now. As little bits of information came back to him, the buck could recall his captor hardly having a grasp on spoken language, and yet, every word he spoke now was clear, eloquent and clean. For anybody from the Savage Lands, this was completely out of character. "I really, [b]really[/b] wish you'd stop calling me that!"

"Do you have a name other than 'dinner' that I should concern myself with, or will it not matter once I'm done eating you?"

"You're [b]NOT[/b] going to eat me!" he shot back, "And my name is Hank, if you really give a damn!"

"After all the trouble I went to just to sneak you back here to my campgrounds undetected? You better believe I'm gonna eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner today and tomorrow, and savor every last minute of it!" Tama replied, still showing literally not a scrap of remorse for what he was about to do. Of course, to him, it was just another day of survival, but to Hank, it was a heinous, terrible, unfathomable act of savagery, one that he'd only ever heard rumors of in the forests of Evernorth.

Hank was well past the point of panic now. Desperate for an escape, the buck foolishly tugged his leg against the wire keeping him trapped to the ground, but he hesitated when a sharp pain shot up from his ankle, all the way into his hips. The wires were set just so tight that even that little resistance made them dig into his flesh, and blood trickled down over his fur as he tugged again, gashing himself once more on the wire, but fight or flight mentality was setting in, and the prospect of at least attempting an escape was better than the other alternative.

Tama put a stop to that immediately. "Don't be such a damn fool!" he yelled, walking over closer and grabbing the buck by the arms, trying to hold him steady. "Just because you're going to get eaten doesn't mean you have to suffer! Don't you know anything about survival?"

"I know enough to know that staying here comes with a one hundred percent chance of death, whereas getting away with just one foot gives me at least [i]some[/i] kind of a chance to make it home alive!"

"Hardly," Tama replied, rolling his eyes. "Say you do manage to tear your own hoof off and get free. Then what? You hobble around, bleeding out as you try to navigate a campground full of hungry, tribal canines? That would just result in your death being far more painful than it has to be. I'm at least more merciful than that."

Hank certainly wasn't expecting to hear any compassion from Tama, so it caught him more than a little off guard when the coyote gave a rather humane response. "You actually have concern for the feelings of the things you trap and kill?"

"Just like I should."

"But...why?"

"Everyone needs to eat to live, and everyone has different dietary needs, but that doesn't mean that anything should have to suffer so that someone else can live," Tama explained. "If there's anything I can do to make sure that my prey doesn't suffer before it dies, I will. In your case, it was going to be a quick and silent chokehold while you were already asleep. Your body would never have woken back up, making your death virtually painless."

Hank certainly wasn't going to be falling back asleep after hearing that. "That's...eerily thoughtful of you, I guess," he said, "But I'm still not going to let you just eat me like this."

"You don't have a choice," Tama reminded him, as he released Hank's smaller, yet well-toned arms and walked back towards his tent. Hank used the momentary break to survey the area around him and look for anything that he could reach to use as an aid in his escape, but he found nothing within grasp. The campsite that he'd been brought to was nothing special, but it was home for the deceptive coyote, and a simple tent, covered with the same tribal markings that adorned his chest and muzzle was all the sleeping space that he needed. A small circle of stones surrounded a fittingly small fire, but it was growing slowly as Tama added a couple larger sticks to the fire, and as he did, he set a large, clay pot atop of it.

[i]This is no joke. He's really going to kill me and eat me, and all I did by waking up was make it worse on myself![/i] Hank panicked internally, watching the fire with eyes the size of dots. His stomach sunk all the way into his tired, sand-dried hooves as Tama poured water from a smaller clay vase into the pot, using up almost entirely what was left of his reserves in doing so. 

"You need food, right?"

Tama turned from the pot to look over at his capture. "Of course I do. Everyone out here in the Savage Lands needs all the food they can get, and when you're a canine, meat is awfully hard to come by out here...why?"

"If you help me get back to Westfall, I can get you guys all the food you need!"

"No, you can't."

[i]Was worth a shot,[/i] Hank thought. "Well of course I can! There's a lot more small game and feral beasts there in Evernorth, enough that you and all of your tribesmen could eat like kings!"

Tama sighed and rolled his eyes again. "You know what happened the last time I trusted one of my more intelligent captures to go back to where he came from to bring me an 'endless' supply of food? He got lost trying to get out of the Savage Lands and my tribesmen killed him. [b]They[/b] all ate like kings that night. [b]I[/b] went hungry."

Hank gulped. The lump in his throat didn't want to disappear, and bargaining with the coyote was proving completely useless. "You...you could come with me? All of you?"

"You really think that the folks living in Evernorth would be okay with a bunch of savages showing up in the forest and tearing apart the local ecosystem? We're one of the most frightening lot in the world, and anytime someone gets wind of us trying to leave the Savage Lands, they send a local militia to come and kill us off until we're all back in the desert where we belong, or dead in the ground that we managed to see just long enough to tell legends about it."

"How bad could they really be? I've seen how eloquent you really are, now!"

Tama took a seat down next to the pot, just by the small circle of stones, letting the radiant warmth of the fire breathe new life into him as he continued burning the midnight oil in preparation for the coming meal. "That was all a ruse on my part. I'm sorry for deceiving you, but...it's always better when my prey doesn't know how smart I really am. I can't say the same for the rest of the savages."

"Why hide who you really are, though?"

"First off, you're extremely talkative for a meal, and second, if you had tried to reason with me out there in the desert and you knew that I was this intelligent, you might have even been able to win me over. Better to look like a dumb animal that's just looking for his next meal."

Hank was actually captivated by the complexity of his captor, but the conversation was really just the buck's final attempt at finding a way out of the mess he was in. Talking and thinking at the same time was nothing new for him, but there were literally no outs; Tama was an experienced hunter, and he left no opportunity for his prey to escape once it was captured.

[i][b]Guuuuurg...guuurgle...[/i][/b]

He also wasn't one to hesitate when his body was telling him that it was time to eat, or else.

"I think this is the first time I can honestly say it, but it's been great getting to know you, Hank. I really hope that you can forgive me for what I've had to do to you tonight when I see you on the other side."

Fear and isolation set in once again, and Hank was completely paralyzed from it. His mind screamed at him to try once again to run away. His nervous system exploded with an endorphin rush that would propel him for miles without exhaustion, but all of it was in vain as his body failed to respond. "Please...don't..." he replied meekly, his voice barely audible in the cool winds of the desert night.

Perhaps another first for Tama was a feeling of remorse for his prey. Normally, even when they were intelligent animals like Hank, Tama didn't harbor any guilt for doing what he had to do to survive, but also, any of his previous captures were those only concerned with themselves and survival. It was a brief talk, and perhaps Tama was looking too far into it, but at least for a moment, Hank did seem as concerned with Tama's survival as he did his own. "It's a little too late to beg, Hank. I'm sorry."

The words fell across Hank's ears cold and sharp, dangling like an icicle until they were uttered, and then falling and stabbing into his flesh, leaving a terrible chill even after they faded. "You really won't just let me go...?"

Cold and calculated, Tama grabbed a long, thick piece of lumber from near his tent and walked back towards Hank, who clenched the sheet covering his nude body with white knuckles. His breathing started picking up as he couldn't contain his panic any longer, and just as when he first awoke, his vision started fogging up once again. 

"Can you give me a truly good reason why I shouldn't?"

Hank didn't know it at the time, but it was the first time that Tama had given any of his verbally gifted prey a chance to validate their existence. The odds were stacked against him, however; he had no family to return to in Evernorth, very few friends and no significant other. He hardly had a home, and it seemed unfitting to lie to his captor about why he might be worth it, even if it was for the sake of self-preservation. "Well, I...I...I mean...c-c-company...?"

The stuttering words made Tama chuckle just a little bit. "You're awfully nervous. Must be your first time having such a close brush with death," he teased. He planted the lumber in his paws deep in the sand with a hard thrust and started approaching the buck once again, and again, Hank clenched it so tight in his paws that it threatened to tear. "Tell you what. Let go of the blanket."

"What...?"

"You're in no position to be asking anymore questions. Let go of the blanket," Tama repeated, and he knelt down next to Hank, reaching out and tugging hard on the cloth. Hank released it rather easily, completely overpowered by the rugged coyote, and in the fear of the moment, he wasn't even remotely thinking about his naked figure resting in the cool sand of the desert.

Tama was.

"I'll be honest with you, Hank. There may be only one thing in shorter supply out here than good meat."

"Wh-what's that?" Hank asked, still shivering with fear from the near encounter.

"Good company."

Hank was of a mind to be terrified, even if he thought he understood what Tama meant. Tama was of a mind to be starving, but perhaps even more than that, the coyote thought of one need that Hank could fulfill even better than an appetite. Though he was a bit small for a buck, Hank was by no means weak looking or scrawny. The lack of extra muscle did wonders for his look, as he had a quick, limber body, as many bucks desired. His muscle tone was absolutely perfect for it, giving him the look of a world-class sprinter without having to do the work to get in such a shape, and his athletic body sat on a very balanced frame. A tiny ring of white curled over the bridge of his muzzle, diving a jet black nose from the lighter tan fur of the rest of his face. Brown eyes of milk chocolate still wavered with fear as Hank looked up to Tama, who was now thinking about eating the poor buck right up, but in an entirely different way.

"L-l-like...someone to talk to?"

"A little bit more than that," Tama started to explain. Hank wasn't thinking about the powerful, muscular thighs that lifted Tama back up into a standing position. His mind wasn't wandering over the surprisingly broad valley of his chest, or the slim, toned stomach that came from an odd combination of a rugged lifestyle and a purely meat diet. His eyes weren't trying to sneak peaks under Tama's loincloth when the cool winds of the desert night would blow it up, and he wasn't thinking about how cute and toned the coyote's rump was from years of chasing down his prey.

Not yet, anyway.

"I don't really click with the other members of my tribe," Tama continued. "Many of them aren't as intelligent as I am, and even fewer still have any interest in other males. Needless to say, I'm on one hell of a dry spell..."

If the desert had eyes, it would have rolled them at the terrible pun, but the meaning of those words wasn't lost on Hank, who was now in disbelief for a completely different reason. "You. Want to have sex. With me?"

"I wasn't going to be so black and white about it. Maybe I just felt like playing with my food...and perhaps, changing your title from food to something else if I enjoy myself."

"N-no...no way, Tama..."

It was Tama who looked the stupified part now. "What?"

"After all that? You really think I could just...get into the mood right after all that? And who says I'm even into guys?!"

"You've been oggling my crotch from the moment I metioned sex."

Hank gulped. As attentive a hunter as any, Tama was looking Hank right in the eyes, all the while Hank was looking Tama in the junk. "I was just looking to see if your body was as serious about this as you were."

"Now [b]that[/b], I don't believe," Tama replied, "And I really don't like being lied to. You're going to be honest with me, Hank, or I am just going to eat you instead. Tell me the truth."

"A-about...?"

"Were you looking at my crotch or not?"

Tama was still deadlocked with the fearful buck. His body was trembling so that it shook the loose grains of sand from his fur as he quietly muttered out a defeated "Yes."

"Because you wanted to see under my loincloth?"

"...Yes."

A pair of paws untied a small knot behind Tama's back, and the coyote dropped his loincloth into the desert sands, revealing his sheath underneath, and the slightly curved, pointed tip of a canine member already starting to poke its way free. "Well there you have it. All you had to do was ask, little buck."

Hank wasn't sure if he liked the nickname that Tama suddenly picked out for him, but his opinion on the matter was still way far in the back of his mind. He couldn't shake the shivers and fear that had dawned upon him as he was certain of his untimely death, and even though that now seemed to be out of the question, mentally, he was having trouble catching up. His eyes were still fixated right on Tama's genitals, but his mind was trapped in the terror of what transpired only minutes before. "Right now? You [b]can't[/b] be serious!"

"I am."

Hank wanted desperately to protest, but he wouldn't get much of a chance. His fatal mistake was opening his mouth, just as Tama started kneeling back down to the desert sands, and in a move that was bold even beyond what Hank came to expect of the coyote, he pressed his fuzz-covered sack right against Hank's open maw and grinned down at his prey. "I have a very one track mind, Hank. It's time for you to decide if you're gonna be food, or if you're gonna be fun."

[i]Not like I haven't been here before, but...is he serious?[/i] Hank thought, as he felt the warm, smooth fuzz on the underside of Tama's sack resting on his tongue. Under his fur, Hank was blushing furiously at the sudden change in the direction of their predator and prey relationship, and though he was excited at the prospect of surviving after all, he wasn't sure he was quite ready for this. Unfortunately for him, his options were to get ready to play, or get ready to die. [i]And he does have a delightful flavor...[/i]

"Atta boy. Prove to me you're worth keeping around," Tama said in a confident, commanding tone. He could see Hank relegating himself to a lesser fate as the buck stayed submissively on the ground, no longer struggling to get away, and he felt the same when Hank let his tongue, long and slick, curl around the base of his sack, wrapping both of his soft, swollen orbs in a veil of pleasure. "That's a [b]good[/b] start, boy...keep going."

Slowly but surely, the fear was starting to melt away from Hank's mind, just a little bit. It wasn't until he was right up close to the hyena that he was able to appreciate the manly, even dominant scent that radiated from his body. It wasn't until he finally let his tongue brush the underside of Tama's sheathe that he could taste the delicious flavor of an alpha hunter. It wasn't until his lips sealed tight over the tip of that growing canine length that Hank was finally starting to realize how much of a turn on being bound to the ground really was. Just by exploring the nude coyote's body, Hank was relieving himself of any fear he had before of being eaten.

It was too bad he couldn't put those fears to bed yet. "[b]Damn![/b] You're really good with that tongue, little buck...who knew I could be so lucky to happen upon a professional little cocksucker?" he asked, delighting in the sight of shy, flattened ears atop Hank's head at the naughty words offered. "It's a shame I'm still so hungry, though. I just gotta have a little snack!"

Hank froze. Desire was telling him to keep lightly bobbing his head over the delightfully canine cock in his maw, but survival instinct told him to bite it and try to run. [i]He isn't really changing his mind, is he? Not after all this![/i] Hank mentally panicked, doing his best to keep his mind on the task at hand, but as Tama gripped the buck by the shoulder with a strong, forceful paw, fear tried to take over once again. Tama shoved the easily overwhelemed prey fully to the ground and back onto all fours, but it wasn't a bite or a blow that Hank felt next. 

It was a tongue.

"Wha...what are you...oooh...oooh my goodness!!" Hank called out, his sudden and shocking moan of pleasure echoing into the empty night of the desert like a wolf howling at the moon. Tama made it clear that the snack he had in mind wasn't actual food after all, but a sample of better things yet to come as the coyote slid his long, crafty tongue along Hank's perky rump. Years of running around through the forests of Evernorth toned Hank up nice and tight, and his backside was no exception; a firm, fitting pair of buttocks with just a little bit of a round curve to give them a supple, tasty look, one that Tama couldn't resist. Eagerly, the greedy coyote gripped those toned cheeks in his paws and spread them open with a tight, claw-filled grip, making the buck gasp again in surprise, but it turned right back to delight as Tama slipped the flat of his tongue over Hank's warm, tight little pucker.

Quiet rumbles of appreciation were the only response Hank could get from the greedy coyote, who was now fully enveloped in his 'snack.' The hunger that plagued Tama was impossible to satisfy so easily, and while it had been several days since his last proper meal, it had been several months since his last proper male, and right now, he was okay with blending the two. Hank was the benefactor of all of it, and the buck dug his pawtips tightly into the sands of the campgrounds as Tama slurped away at the delicacy before him. The buck had only a very light musk about him, and though Tama only planned to go in for a glancing sample, he now found himself gorging himself on it, sliding the flat of his tongue up along the pucker, and then trailing the tip slowly back down, circling the ring with it as the formerly dry hole was now sopping wet, and saliva dripped down to the sand in thin, long strings.

Hank looked back over his shoulder, wishing he could get a better view of the sensual action. "D-do...do you...ahhn!" he paused, buckling his hips and pushing his full, firm rump back at the coyote, trying to get Tama to probe his tongue even deeper into the needy hole. "Do you treat a-all of your prey this nicely?!"

"Mnn...mm...just the ones I'm planning to savor, Hank," Tama replied, wiping some of the excess spittle from his muzzle as he leaned back a little bit to admire the glistening tailhole in front of him. He pressed his paws out and spread the little pucker even further, and something else even caught his eye, as he saw a long, narrowish flash of pink flesh suddenly between Hank's legs. "My goodness, you really are enjoying this! Been a little while since you've had a good tongue fucking, little buck?"

"It's my...my first one," Hank admitted bashfully, hesitant to seem inexperienced in the eyes of the aggressive coyote, but he was getting the impression that Tama didn't mind one bit if he was. Hank knew that Tama was in control, and even if he was released, it wasn't like Hank could possibly overpower him or escape him. 

Once he felt that skillful, slick tongue on his tailhole again, he lost any desire to anyway. "Mnn...Taaaaaamaaaa!"

"Easy now, little buck!" Tama paused right in the middle of a particularly deep thrust with his tongue, making sure plenty of that slick saliva still remained on the entrance. "We can't have you wasting that orgasm, after all. We've gotta make use of that."

"Make use of it?" Hank asked, gasping right through his words, his tone frustrated as he pushed his ass back up to Tama one more time, but the coyote simply patted his rump with a paw and stood up over him.

"Resources are scarce out here in the desert, and that means we can't waste anything that can be considered food," Tama reminded him, grinning down at the shy, yet needy buck, who was still in a perfect doggy position, and unless Tama made him, he wasn't moving. "That also means you'll probably be getting pretty messy before this is all said and done."

The very thought of being covered in his own seed put Hank right back in a bashful mood, but his mind was fully switched over from fear to feral lust, and just as one might expect, the dominant, predatory hunter was in full control of his captured prey. "Don't worry, Tama. I won't waste a drop," the buck promised, his tiny fluff of a tail lifted as high as it could be, the white fur on the underside like a sign of purity that mocked Tama to break the needy little buck in properly. With his length now throbbing proudly away from his body, Tama was ready to do exactly that. "If you'll [b]please[/b] just finishing eating me up..."

"If I keep going, there won't be anything left of you to savor later on," Tama teased, slouching down over the submitting buck and swatting his ass with a firm, open palm, the [i][b]SMACK[/b][/i] echoing out into the empty night and flattening Hank's ears to his head. "I think you'll like what's coming next even [b]better[/b], though..."

Stiff, slightly flared and oozing a thin stream of precum, the tip of Tama's canine length pressed right up to the tight, waiting pucker before it and with a slight lean of the hips, Tama penetrated his prey. It was [i]tight[/i], so much that it nearly kept the coyote from pressing on, but the warm, welcoming sensation of powerful muscles clenching around that sensitive tip urged Tama onward, and his hips responded, pushing gently in further to break Hank's tailhole in. 

"[b]DAMN![/b] Tama...y-you're [b]huge![/b]" Hank praised his captor as his paws dug tight into the fine grains of desert sand, desperately looking for anything to latch onto as he tried to accomodate the intruding cock. He felt pressure inside his body like he'd never known before. The poor buck was used to others of his own kind, endowed with longer but typically much thinner manhood; this was the first canine he'd taken, and the girth was simply [i]divine[/i]. "Gimme more...please, put it in deep!"

The slick, slimy saliva was just enough lubrication to help Tama slide comfortably all the way into Hank's tight tailhole, and once in, he simply swam around in the delightful sensation. From tip to base, every inch of his cock was squeezed and milked as he held still, and precum gently spilled from the tip, rewarding the now sexually deviant buck. "Oooh, Hank! Awfully skilled for such a good little buck, aren't you?" Tama tried to tease while keeping his moans in line, not wanting to show too much enjoyment to his prey just yet. "Keep milking that cock, little buck. I know you want me to fill your ass, but I'm not gonna give it to you [i]that[/i] easily."

As the very tip of that perfectly canine cock tickled and teased at Hank's prostate, the buck tried to focus on clenching and squeezing down tight around his predator, but with every evil little touch upon that most sensitive internal spot, he lost his focus until he simply buried his face down in the sand and let his body work on it's own. He was filled just to the brim and found Tama was a perfect fit for his rear, so much that he was disappointed to feel the savage coyote starting to pull free, but then, he was overjoyed as hips and rump came together in a quiet [i]slap[/i] and he was full once again.

It was the last gentle thrust he'd get.

"Tama...? [b]OOOH![/b] Oh my God, [b]YES![/b]" Hank cried out in lustful delight as Tama picked up the pace without warning, his sack slapping hard against Hank's thighs as he furiously hammered away at the submissive little buck. A series of hard, fast thrusts from nowhere put Hank teetering on the edge of an orgasm, but he was so lost in pleasure that he wasn't sure he could even [i]speak[/i] anymore to tell it. "I th-think I'm gonna c...cum!"

Hank fully expected to be reprimanded for getting so close so fast, and he knew that Tama wouldn't let him waste even a drop of his own seed, but he certainly didn't expect what came next. With a quick and sudden [i]schlip[/i], Tama pulled free from Hank's tailhole, but he didn't just leave the poor buck alone. A powerful paw gripped Hank by the hip and turned him over suddenly, and before he could scream in shock, a slick, messy member was pressed to his lips. "Then you can drink mine, and I'll drink yours...and then we'll keep going."

Stamina wasn't anything that most men were used to having. The average male needed at least twenty minutes to half an hour to become fully erect and able to ejaculate once again, so Hank wasn't sure what Tama meant when he said to keep going, but he didn't have much chance to think about it; he was much more focused on his own natural flavor as he opened wide and took Tama's cock all the way into his maw and down the back of his throat with a gasping, breathless "Mnnf!" Already seeing the gentle stream of precum flowing down from Hank's unusual, cervine length, Tama surveyed the tasty looking cock, appreciating the exotic appearance visually before appreciating the exotic flavor orally. No stranger to a little oral fun, Tama swirled his tongue all around the very tip of Hank's lengthy member and licked up all of the precum he could find, drawing a little bit more to the surface for his efforts. Opening his maw wide like a predator about to bite down on his prey, Tama nearly did literally that, but he took mercy and simply slipped the flat of his tongue down and along the underside of the shaft, rumbling in delight as his warm, slick tongue became intimate with the thick veins and unique texture of Hank's cock. 

Biting his lip and gently bucking his hips out of pure reaction, Hank knew he couldn't hang on. "TAMA! I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" he shouted, loud enough to draw plenty of attention from the surrounding campgrounds as a thin stream of cum sprayed right into Tama's open and waiting maw, splattering all over his tongue, but the coyote kept his word and sealed his lips around the very tip, keeping every drop inside his maw and sucking tight to swallow it all down. With each gentle throb, the orgasmic buck let loose another strand of thin, slick seed, and with each one, Tama swallowed, taking every last bit of it into his throat and down into his tummy. [i]At least he was nice enough to give me warning,[/i] Tama thought.

Tama wasn't.

The tip of Tama's cock was already tickling the back of Hank's throat as he lightly bobbed his head up and down after taking the length back in once again, and that gentle, teasing massage of his throat around the shaft of Tama's cock was all that it took to push the needy coyote over the edge. A thick, bulbous knot suddenly pressed forth, and Tama had to pull himself up to keep from knotting with Hank's maw as a sudden torrent of cum started pumping down Hank's throat without so much as a word of warning. "Good boy, Hank! Damn...you're making me cum...YES!" Tama called out shortly after he started, his chest rising and falling rapidly at the sudden orgasm, one that didn't show any signs of slowing as Hank struggled to keep up with the massive yield. Every throb he felt, every little pulse seemed to carry with it another stream of fresh cum, and no matter how hard he swallowed and moved his throat, he knew he'd fail eventually, as excess seed built up in the corners of his muzzle and started to leak down his cheek.

Tama took immediate notice. "And what did I say about wasting anything that could be considered food? Every last drop has to go down your throat and into your tummy, Hank. I'm afraid I didn't instill that lesson in you well enough, did I?"

A couple drops of wasted semen fell to the dry sands of the desert, staining Hank's cheek along the way as Tama's cock finally pulled free, a small cascase of his seed coming with and spilling down over Hank's chin and neck. He'd never experienced anything like a canine orgasm, and the flavor, the intensity, just the sheer quantity left his head spinning. "Ahh...ahh..." Hank panted, having trouble catching his breath now that he could breathe freely again, "I didn't...ahh...I didn't mean to, Tama...I'm...ahh...I'm sorry..."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, here," Tama quickly shot back. "If I'm gonna keep you around as entertainment, I better make sure that you know the importance of following the rules in my campground."

Everything that had happened for Hank that evening seemed more like a pleasurable dream than a punishing nightmare, but as much as Tama was enjoying himself, the coyote wasn't concerned as much with truly punishing the buck as he was just enjoying himself, and the surprising stamina mentioned before finally made an appearance as Hank, now slowly going flaccid, watched in wonder as Tama stood upright, and his length stood at attention with him. "You're ready to go again [b]already[/b]?" Hank asked in amazement, watching with wide, captivated eyes as the knotted length pulsed in time with Tama's heartbeat.

"I told you, it's been quite a long time since I had some good company around. I intend to take full advantage of this situation here and now, just in case you decide to change your mind in the night and wander off," Tama admitted, "Though I'd probably just capture you again if you tried."

"I don't think it'd be so bad if you did capture me again, for what it's worth," Hank replied. One of his paws idly wandered to his own crotch, the mere sight of Tama standing and waiting for him driving him to paw off just a little bit, even after such an intense orgasm.

"How about we just cut to the chase and pretend I captured you again? I already have to punish you for wasting even a drop of cum, Hank...sounds like you'd like a little pre-emptive punishment for trying to run away from me tomorrow."

"Why, I don't know [b]what[/b] you're talking about," Hank replied in pure jest, and his body added to the sarcasm as he turned over onto all fours again, the tight, clenching pucker of his tailhole now lightly stretched and abused by Tama's cock. 

Tama thought of taking him just like that, but it wasn't fitting to call regular old doggy style a punishment. With one paw, he pointed and made a small circular motion, implying Hank to roll over, and cautious of the line still attatched to his leg, he did as he was instructed, lying flat on his back in the sand. "Good," Tama praised him, before pointing his pawtip at Hank's thighs. "Put your paws under there, and lift them up high and tight for me. Make sure your tailhole is right where I can get at it and spread it nice and wide for me."

The once apprehensive and resistant buck did just as he was told now, sliding his paws down the front of his slim, svelt body just to tease his captor before slipping them inside his thighs and leaning back, pulling his legs up towards his chest and exposing his tailhole. He dipped a pawtip from each paw into the stretched entrance and spread it even a little further for Tama, putting on a naughty little show as he eagerly awaited his 'punishment.' "Like this, Tama? Will this keep you from eating me?"

"While it's tempting to sample that little morsel again, I think I'm just gonna cut right to the chase. You don't deserve that special treatment," Tama said, keeping in line with pretending this was an ordeal. He kept his word, however, as he dropped to his knees in front of Hank and lined his stiff, throbbing length right up with the well-used hole and pushed right in, growling in deep, delightful pleasure as Hank's tailhole fit his length perfectly once again, and this time, with much less resistance. 

"Nnngh...so [i]mean[/i]. I guess I shouldn't expect anything less out of a dirty Savage Lander," Hank teased, his teeth gritted as he adjusted to being filled once again, but as stretched as he now was, he quickly found himself enjoying the sensation once again, as Tama started right into a steady, easy pace, his paws falling to Hank's thighs and pinning them down to his chest to keep him thoroughly dominated. Each thrust brought Tama's sack down to slap against the back of Hank's supple rump, and the night air was filled with the scent and sound of a carnal mating between predator and prey, and Tama was determined to make this much more than an average mating.

His hips started pumping faster already, even this early into their second round as Hank gasped, completely sexually submitted to Tama and simply along for the ride as he relished in the delightful sensation of being filled over and over again, but Tama had more in mind than simply pounding into the submissive buck. "You're gonna feel just how mean I can be, little buck...nnngh...you can [b]count on that,[/b]" Tama warned in a low, domineering growl, the powerful rumbles from the back of his throat nearly igniting the flight mentality that was a part of Hank's very nature as a cervine. "I was [b]very[/b] nice earlier when I kept my knot out of your maw, but I didn't really want to choke you to death on my cock...but now that it's somewhere that I don't have to worry about that, I think it's time we see if that tight little buck booty can handle a full, thick knot like mine...I think that's a proper punishment," Tama suggested between thrusts, picking up the pace even further as his hips started into a series of quick, short thrusts, pounding the poor buck so hard that he'd surely be sore the next day. "Mnn...ahh! What do you think, little buck...?"

The rapid rise and fall of Hank's chest as he heaved in deep, heavy breaths of passion would have been a fitting answer.

The muffled whimper that teased Tama's ears as Hank bit his lip and tried not to give in to a naughty moan would have done just as well.

Hank decided to go above and beyond, gripping onto Tama's manhood tightly with his tailhole, showing off impressive and pleasurable control as he clenched down so tight, Tama was hardly able to thrust in again, half of his length trapped within the deliciously tight depths, and half trapped outside, left to cool down in the slowly chilling desert night. Hank managed the most playful of grins as he looked back over his shoulder at Tama, who reached such a height of pleasure that his maw opened to gasp, but no sound came immediately forth. Pure ecstasy robbed the dominant coyote of his powerful howl, but he showed Hank his physical affection in another way, finally pushing hard enough on his rump that his cock broke free and rutted the poor cervine once again, Tama's sack slapping down against Hank's backside with a harsh [b][i]SMACK.[/b][/i] "TAMA! Oh my Gooooood...you're tearing me up back there, big boy!" Hank cautioned, but his words fell on deaf ears as Tama simply tore into his prey, each thrust more feverish and erratic than the one before it. Hank knew it was just a matter of seconds now, and he did his best to relax his body for the knot that he knew was right about to fill him in a way that he'd never even dreamed of. 

It became very difficult to relax when a set of sharp claws dug right into the back of his neck and made sure he was dominantly pinned. "That's the plan, little buck. Gotta make sure you're good and broken in for tomorrow night!"

[i]Tomorrow night? He really does plan to keep me![/i] Hank cheered mentally, his body noticably calming down at what was finally a true confirmation of his safety...or at least his mortality being kept in check. That turned out to be the greatest blessing of the night, as his tailhole relaxed just in time for the bulge of a knot to start pushing against his narrow pucker. "Gonna knot me, big boy? Gonna show me what it means to be dominant predator?" Hank teased, panting quietly as he felt an instant wealth of pressure on his tailhole, and immediately, he knew that just taking the bulbous flesh was going to be an adventure all it's own.

"Keep on taunting me and I'm going to stick it down your throat instead!" Tama growled fiercely, flattening Hank's ears just at the sound and freezing him up, but it was too late to turn back now, and the buck was going to pay the price for his taunt. "Better relax if we're gonna make this fit, little buck. You're just so damn [b]tight[/b], but what good is a deer for dessert without the cream filling?"

While the food related pun might be enough to worry Hank before, he recognized it as a playful tease now and did his best to stay relaxed as Tama's impressive knot stretched his body even further. Hank gasped and felt almost like he couldn't breathe as the pressure on his tailhole increasd, but through all of the discomfort and slight pain, there was an overwhelming flow of pleasure spreading through his body and bringing him dangerously close to yet another orgasm. He knew what punishment might await him for wasting his own seed, but at this point, he was enjoying himself far too much to even think of letting Tama pull his knot back...not when it was just so close to being all the way inside of him. "T-Tama...Tama! I'm gonna cum if you keep going like that..."

The warning came about just in time, and much to Hank's surprise, it seemed that Tama had a plan for just this sort of thing happening all along. Stretched to the very limit of what his body could take, Hank felt a bliss beyond any measure as the full girth of Tama's knot finally tied them together, and in the very next moment, the cervine felt his sack contracting as a flood of seed readied itself, but Tama was a step ahead of the game, making sure his body was fully tied to Hank's before he easily rolled his body backwards, taking the happily abused cervine with him and keeping his tailhole as full as it would ever be. "Open wide then, little buck, cause I'm cumming too...and you're not gonna waste a single drop, just like I said!"

A gushing flow of canine cum started pumping right up Hank's tailhole and filling him up so deep that he could feel the savage seed splashing around against his innards. He was already past the point of no return in his own climax, but feeling that odd and yet so very satisfying sensation, he gasped aloud at the peak of his orgasm and kept his maw open wide as Tama reached around, gripping the long, thin length of the submissive cervine and pumping it a couple of times with an expert touch. Thick, sticky yield sprayed all the way up over Hank, soaking his tummy and his chest in his own juices as the occasional stream would make it all the way up to his maw, soaking his tongue and his muzzle in a lewd display, as the sticky substance dripped and trailed back down over his neck, giving his outside a delightful cum bath while Tama did the same for his insides. 

A loud, domineering howl from Tama and a chorus of desperate moans from Hank finally signaled the end of their session, as the throes of passion slowly gave way to delighted exhaustion and an afterglow that would last far longer than their tie. "Looks like you still made quite a mess. You're lucky I'm more merciful than the others, little buck..."

"I'm awfully glad you found me, instead of one of the others," Hank admitted as he wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw, only to lick his own seed from his fur. It seemed that his late night affair with Tama was already changing him in ways even he couldn't fully appreciate yet. "I just hope you don't plan on punishing me too much for it?"

"Not sure what I could do to punish you. Anything I considered a punishment for you tonight just turned you on even more, unless I was reading you wrong?"

Hank gulped quietly. The deer often wore his heart on his sleeve, but he didn't think he'd been that obvious about what he liked. "I have a feeling you'd figure something out. You're an awfully creative one, Tama."

"And buttering me up isn't going to get you out of anything, just so you know."

"Dang. Well, it was worth a shot...can you really blame me?"

"That all depends," Tama replied. "Do you think you were a good enough little buck tonight that you don't deserve a little punishment tomorrow?"

Hank nodded. "I thought I was pretty good, yes."

"If that's the case, tomorrow night, I'll show you what it really means to be good..."

**

Tama put on his tribal markings in the morning like he always did. The wild, thick black marks made it clear to any who approached his lands that he was dangerous, and certainly not one you wanted to cross. Almost every morning, he exited his tent alone, watching the morning sunrise and saying a silent blessing of optimism for a bountiful hunt and any bounty of rain that may fall. 

Today, he wasn't alone.

"This stuff is really thick and sticky. Feels like I've got honey stuck in my fur!"

Hank was adorned in the very same way that Tama was now, and as nice as the coyote could be, he even found a spare loincloth for Hank so that he could preserve some of his modesty. This was the first time that Hank had been allowed to join Tama in the morning, despite being welcomed into the tribe, and the first time that he'd been given the tribal markings to signify his allegiance to them. 

"Shh." Tama quickly silenced his partner, and he kept him that way for a full five minutes. The blessings that Tama asked for from the skies above took quite a long time, and in reverence, silence was necessary for the blessings to ever be successful, in his mind. "This is why I never let you join me first thing in the morning. You hadn't been properly educated on our ways yet."

"I'm still willing to learn. I don't think I have a choice, now," Hank replied.

"You really don't. If you're going to stay, it's good that you've given me your physical being as a sign of devotion, but now it's time to take things one step further."

Hank gulped. "What? H-how do I do that...?"

"When I found you, I was out on a routine hunt. I didn't expect to find anything or anyone quite as bountiful as you. Now, you've got to come join me on a routine hunt, so we can see if you're truly up to the task of being a savage lander."

Hank was visibly rattled. Being a cervine, it was rare that he'd ever eaten meat, or anything other than flora and grains. The few people that he still talked to in the Evernorth would probably never look at him the same way again if they found out that he was hunting from snare traps out in the desert, but then again...no one ever came looking for him, in the couple of weeks that he'd been missing. The life that he left behind in Evernorth continued to seem less and less appealing, as he let the idea of being Tama's permanent hunting partner cement in his mind...

"As long as I've got you by my side, I don't think that'll be a problem."