Royal Celebrations

Drenched in the royal gryphon's pussy juices, his scales glistening in the flickering light of the back room, Gautvin kept his eyes on the floor as Eithne purred happily, waiting for the Queen to catch her breath after she'd climaxed all over him. The male had been plucked out of his cramped and disgusting prison just earlier that day, and treated to a much needed bath before being dolled up with the finest jewellery and accoutrements that the Queen and King had in their selection, a collar around his neck and a bejewelled buttplug in his tailhole like some sort of a twisted pet of the royal couple. Gautvin wasn't sure whether he would've preferred being left in his foul cell or being brought out only to receive the teasing of the Queen, but he knew that he certainly didn't like the sound of the party that he was being prepared for, unsure of what the mischievous Eithne and her husband had planned for him. Marked by the lusty scent of the female gryphon, unable to take even a single breath without her musk invading his nostrils, Gautvin blushed at the awkward look he shared with the quiet servant standing in the corner of the room, ashamed of being used like a personal toy in front of others, his dick still twitching and hanging down below his belly as he did his best to conceal his arousal. Feeling the metal buttplug in his tailhole every time he shifted his flank around, unable to sit on the floor as he pressed his tail down to try to hide the rather unusual accessory he'd been “gifted”, the dragon prayed that the Queen was finally done with him as she stood up straight. Shaking off the jolt of the orgasm she'd reached while grinding against her pet dragon, Eithne’s usual sly smile returned on her beak as she walked around her scaled prisoner one last time, making sure he was ready to go for that evening's celebrations. With everything in place, the dragon dressed up as her and her husband's prized possession to be shown off in front of the crowds, the Queen gave a satisfied nod, grabbing a long leash handed to her by the servant and clicking it onto the collar tightened around Gautvin’s neck, giving it a tug to get the male off of his haunches and to follow her, 
“Come now, you wouldn't want to miss the party~”
Though he already knew that nothing good was waiting for him at the celebration, Gautvin knew that something much worse would befall him if he were to disobey the Queen's commands, sighing as he walked behind the gryphon, led forth on a leash like a tamed pet, forced to stare at her rump and dripping wet mound the whole time, only adding to his humiliation. 

Trailing behind the gryphoness for some time, having to squat down slightly at times to get his bigger frame through some of the tighter passages of the ancient underground tunnels, Gautvin was eventually led to what seemed like the royal couple’s bedroom. Almost half of the candlelit room was taken up by a sizeable bed, too large even for the two gryphons, making the dragon suspect that the couple might've regularly hosted others in their bed, fitting with what he'd heard, and seen, about gryphon promiscuity. The leashed male didn't have to wait long before he heard someone walking towards the room, turning his head to see Drest stepping in as well, the King's body decorated with all manner of glimmering trinkets, a heavy golden medallion crowing his look,
“Ready for the festivities~?”
Eithne grinned and nodded, handing off their prisoner's leash to her husband as the two gryphons walked side by side, nuzzling one another while dragging the nervous dragon behind them, marching a short way down the hallway. Hearing some commotion coming from nearby, what sounded like a crowd and music, Gautvin gulped as he was led to a heavy set of doors, two guards pushing them open just as the royal couple stepped up, the roar of the crowd suddenly becoming almost deafening as he froze at the sight of a large inner chamber filled to the brim with gryphons. The circular room had two levels, with the second level seemingly acting as some sort of an audience, letting commoners watch the celebrations happening on the first level. The centre of the room was taken up by a stage, surrounded on all sides by a table overflowing with food and drink, a rowdy crowd of nobles and rich merchants cheering the royal couple on as they dragged the prisoner up on stage with them. Drest shoved the dragon up front, grinning as the blushing Gautvin got a few cheers and jeers from the crowd, letting the audience shout for a moment before he puffed up his chest, belting out a small speech that echoed all around the grand ballroom, 
“My loyal subjects, we have much to celebrate every single day of our blessed existence, but today is a day of true joy! We have been graced not only with our lovely guest here…”
The gryphon gave the leash a tug to force Gautvin into bowing down, getting a chuckle from the crowd as he smirked before continuing, 
“... but also the pleasure of yet another guest of honour! I won't spoil the surprise quite yet, you may ponder and gossip about the guest's identity amongst yourselves, but I can promise you'll be surprised once he arrives~”
Unfurling his wings and stretching them out to emphasise his closing words, the King's voice raised up to a celebratory shout as the entire room erupted in cheers, 
“So drink, eat, and copulate! Enjoy yourselves, and give thanks that you live in the lap of luxury, provided by both myself and my lovely Queen! And when the fine vine flows through you a bit too quickly, don't bother sprinting to the chamber pot when you've got a walking one right here~”
Drest slapped a wing down on Gautvin’s back as the cheers and laughter doubled, making the dragon blush and whimper as hundreds of eyes stared right at him, seemingly taking the King's proclamation of him being the royal chamber pot very seriously. 

As soon as Drest had finished his speech, the entire chamber erupted into an all out orgy at the drop of a hat, with guests jumping on one another right on the spot, out in the open. The crowd didn't seem to much care about whether the gryphon they were mounting happened to be their partner, or whether that gryphon happened to be male or female, in fact it seemed like they didn't even bother looking at who exactly they were mounting, as long as they managed to find a warm hole after a few thrusts. The hall echoed with lewd moans and grunts, delighted chirps and cries of passion all blending into one lusty note that carried all throughout the ancient city that the winged beasts had settled in, turning the entire mountaintop into one big orgy. Gautvin stared at the mass of guests jumping on one another in awe, unsure of whether to be disgusted or impressed by the level of debauchery he was witnessing, watching as his captors rutted like wild animals with little regard to good manners. The dragon had of course always heard about how promiscuous gryphons were said to be, but he'd mostly thought that it was just yet another tale told to the little hatchlings to paint the rival nation as barbaric degenerates. The male's muzzle hung open as he watched the show, making a mental note to tell his people that the stories about gryphon immorality were in fact not quite wild enough, turning up his nose at the scent of sex quickly wafting up at him as it filled the room. Peeking down from the stage, Gautvin saw one pair of males going at it right in front of the royal couple, one gryphon sprawled out on the dinner table on his back while the other mounted him, bucking hard enough to cause platters of fruit and goblets of wine to clatter to the floor as both shrieked with pleasure, the bottom gryphon's cock poking out from between the two. Just a few steps away from the duo was an equally horny female gryphon, her front claws planted against the wall as she lifted up her tail, beckoning for the others to take her as she chirped and moaned, her claws scratching up the ancient stone as one male after another came up behind her to claim her slit or tailhole. It wasn't long until a line was forming behind the female decorated with fine silk and jewels, the high-born noble getting bred by males well below her caste, with even the guards and servants joining in to fuck her senseless, leaving both of her holes overflowing with seed as her entire rear quickly became painted white. Glancing up, even the spectators on the second floor were getting into the mood, several of them mourning one another, peeking down at the orgy while they fucked or tended to their needs with their own claws, shots of cum raining down from high and splattering onto the crowds below like rain. The guests down below didn't seem to mind the lewd shower they were getting, a pair of females curled up in a ball together both lapping at each other's pussies as they were drenched in the seed of the spectators above them, happily licking away at one another's mounds while smearing the cum onto their coats. 

Realising that the King was hovering right over his shoulder, peeking at the orgy happening right in front of the stage while smirking, Gautvin flinched and quickly dropped his eyes to the floor, an intense blush taking over his face as he tried to step away from the grinning gryphon, quickly yanked back with a light tug on his leash, 
“Enjoying the sights, my little pet~?”
Groaning, the dragon was quick to shake his head, using his tail to cover up both his plugged up tailhole as well as his crotch, praying that the male didn't see his cock poking out of his genital slit. He really didn't enjoy the sight of the gryphon orgy, nor the sounds and smells of it either, but the Queen's teasing had gotten him very tense and needy, getting his lower half excited at the lewdness even if his head didn't agree. Grinning at the dragon's shyness, Drest slapped a claw on his pet's rear, shoving the leashed prisoner off of the stage and down into the orgy happening below, 
“Well, you don't have to just admire it from up here, why don't you go get a closer look~”
With a yelp, Gautvin tumbled off of the stage and onto one of the tables, landing on his back with a soft grunt, disoriented for a moment as he opened his eyes to find the world upside down. Smelling something musky, he quickly sat up to see the two males he'd seen before right next to him, one still balls deep inside of the other, both gryphons staring at him with cocked heads, seemingly having interrupted them right after they were finishing up based on the cum both pooling on the bottom male's belly as well as drooling down his hind legs. With a laugh, the King flapped his wings and tied his pet's leash on the side of the stage, 
“You're welcome to use my honoured guest however you'd like, he's very experienced with cleaning up~”

The bigger gryphon mounting the other chuckled, clicking his beak as he pulled his cock out of the creampied tailhole, both the freshly bred hole and the twitching member glistening and dripping with his load as he grabbed the dragon's snout, 
“You came at just the right time then, get to work~!”
Unable to even get a word of protest out before his head was already shoved against the male's crotch, Gautvin groaned as the gryphon's cock sunk into his maw, glazed with fresh cum. Though he detested it, he knew that he'd have to obey unless he wanted a much worse punishment, nursing on the man's girth like a teat as he diligently cleaned it up, licking off the cum while the male moaned, bobbing his head up and down. Shivering as he felt the manhood twitching in his mouth, unloading the last few squirts of cum right onto his tongue, Gautvin was thankful when the male finally let him pull off of the shaft, letting him get one good breath before giving him a devious smile, 
“Your job is only half done, get in there~!”
The dragon's snout was forced under the tail of the male still lying on the table, groaning in disgust as his face pressed against the gaping and freshly filled asshole, oozing with cum. Praying that it was just cum, and nothing else, he reluctantly pushed his tongue out and into the pucker, swirling it around as he swallowed mouthfuls of the other gryphon's cum, the creampied male's back legs squeezing around his neck as pleasured moans filled his ears. The King watched the captive dragon eating out the man's tailhole, grinning as his wife stroked his length as he sat on the stage, sharing a smirk with her as the scaled prisoner's disgusted groans grew more muffled the further the dragon's muzzle was rammed into the filled up gryphon's ass. 

Only a few steps away from the dragon cleaning up the freshly finished pair, another gryphon couple were hard at work rutting each other, a lithe female merchant bent over with her face tucked between her front legs while her personal guard was taking her from behind. The male had his claws digging into the woman's feather-covered rump as they both panted, his cock thrusting in and out of her wet cunt as she unfurled her wings in bliss, pushing back against the guard’s crotch to assist in him getting balls deep with every buck. The merchant was peeking at Gautvin with a smirk on her beak, watching the dragon close as he finished up with cleaning off the filled up tailhole, her eyes narrowing into a predatory stare as he pulled his head out of the male's flank, groaning with humiliation as he quickly wiped the cum off of his lips. The woman reached out to grab the dragon's leash, yanking him over to their side of the table as she cooed, her voice dripping with mockery and impishness, 
“Get over here, boy, I have urgent need for the chamber pot~!”
“Pl… please, I d-”
Unable to even finish his pleading, Gautvin already found himself with his head shoved underneath the female's back legs, staring up at her rear, getting a close up and personal view of the male's girth sliding in and out of her mound, a few drops of the lewd mixture of her juices and his precum dripping onto his snout as he grimaced. 

The merchant had already finished a few cups of wine before she'd arrived at the party, and she was really starting to feel the drinks in her bladder, her worries of needing to pause her debauchery for a bathroom break vanishing as she squatted down slightly, making sure her slit was right above the prisoner's face as she moaned, 
“Now open up and try not to spill it all, I'd hate to make a mess~”
With a whimper, Gautvin opened his muzzle wide, preparing himself as the lady grunted softly, breaking the dam while she was still being fucked. Feeling the steaming hot piss rushing over his shaft, the male mounting the merchant continued fucking her without even a second’s pause as she took a leak, only giving a small chuckle as he watched her pee splattering down onto the dragon's face. Flinching as the golden shower flicked droplets all over him, Gautvin managed to catch most of the stream in his mouth, trying not to gag as the piss pooled up in his muzzle faster than he could swallow it, holding onto the gryphon's back legs as she emptied her bladder, the male's thrusting causing squirts to splash all over his face. Just as the urine was starting to overflow and drool out of his mouth, the gryphoness above Gautvin finished up, panting as the stream died down, letting him quickly gulp down the rest of the golden liquid, shivering as he felt the musky and hot drink sloshing around in his belly. Before the dragon could scamper away, the guard pounding his mistress gave a snarl, leaning over the female as he grunted, 
“Wait up down there, don't go anywhere quite yet~!”
With a hard slam, the male buried his cock down to the base inside of the merchant, getting a chirp from her as they both came, drizzling both of their cum onto the face and chest of the increasingly messy dragon waiting below them as they moaned, letting Gautvin catch whatever dripped out of her as he pulled out. 

While still trapped underneath the rutting couple, trying to let the drips of cum land in his maw rather than his face, hoping to wash down the taste of piss that he'd just guzzled down, Gautvin suddenly felt someone grabbing his rear legs. Looking down at what was happening around his rear, the dragon spotted several gryphons staring him down, one of them holding his ankle and spreading his legs apart, all of them fully erect much to his horror. Terrified of what the group had in mind for him, Gautvin tried to push the woman off of him, squirming and desperately attempting to wriggle free as she giggled, instead just sitting down on his chest to trap him in place, her freshly creampied slit shoved right against his snout,
“Oh, you're not going anywhere, darling, I'm dying to see where this is going~”
Hugging the female's rear and whimpering as he tried to push her off, unable to even see what the males hovering near his flank were doing, the dragon looked over at the King in a bout of desperation, praying that Drest would put a stop to it before it went too far, hoping that the royal wouldn't want him to be used in such a way, at least not by others. Much to the collared prisoner's dismay however, both the King and Queen simply sat by on the stage, glaring down at him with delighted grins, their excitement obvious by how much they were both leaking as they watched a whole group of horny males getting ready to put the guest's holes to good use. Buried under the merchant's tail, her drippy pussy lips rubbing against his muzzle, all Gautvin could do was to grimace and hold on for his life as he felt the first throbbing manhood poking at his thighs, a claw clutching the base of the metal buttplug pressed into his pucker and yanking it out with little care, causing him to yelp as the toy clattered onto the floor. The tip rammed against his asshole, forcing its way inside no matter how hard he tried to clench and keep it out, a few wads of spit lubing him up as the gryphon bucked into him with feral fury, screeching as the dragon grunted. 

Quivering as he was pounded, his already sore tailhole stretched wide around the lusty gryphon's cock, Gautvin was almost thankful of the buttplug that the Queen had made him wear, getting him stretched out in preparation for the line of well-endowed males all waiting for their turn with his backside. Grunting with every thrust, he tried to endure the hard rutting as best as he could, feeling the gryphon's hefty sack slapping against his cheeks as the mischievous woman sitting on his face caressed his rock hard erection, 
“I think he's actually enjoying this. I guess the dragons really are as pathetic as we thought, getting off from being taken by their betters~”
Some of the males hoping to put the royal couple’s pet to good use weren't quite so keen on waiting for their turn with the dragon's flank, one particularly sizeable gryphon sidling up to the female sitting on his face, whispering something into her ear as the grin on her beak grew wider. Without warning, she suddenly lifted her rump off of Gautvin’s face, giving him some relief that only lasted for a split second, as one gryphon ass was almost immediately replaced by another. Looming over him was the plump ass of a male, a sweaty sack and a throbbing manhood swinging about as the gryphon got into position, cum dripping onto his face from a gaping pucker freshly pumped full of seed by one of the other party goers. Before he could brace himself, the puffy asshole had already slammed down onto his face, sinking his muzzle into it as he trashed around. 

With his face stuck under a moaning gryphon, and another balls deep in his own rear, Gautvin was helpless to do more than to put his tongue to work and hope that the male would be satisfied enough with his cleaning job that he could get out from under the musky pair of ass cheeks before he suffocated. As soon as he pushed his tongue deeper into the creampied hole however, he could taste that the male was loaded with a lot more than just a few shots of cum, his eyes going wide as the gryphon squatting on him grunted, feeling the tailhole flexing and squeezing around his tongue as he was pumped full from the other side at the same time. Suddenly, a slurry of cum and shit pushed into Gautvin’s maw, the remains of the hulking gryphon going several rounds with other males without first cleaning out his ass, the seed helping to flush out the dung still in him as he huffed with relief, having held it all in for some time now. Forced to swallow down a mouthful of the mixture of scat and cum, gagging while trying to get out from under the male, the dragon suddenly heard the King shouting down at the group gathered around him, Drest’s voice stern yet still playful, 
“I said you may use him to clean yourselves up, I didn't say you could use him as your toilet. Only I may feed that dragon~”
With a slight grumble, the man stood up, lifting his ass off of the gasping dragon as Gautvin spit out everything he wasn't already made to swallow, leaking cum from his ass and sporting a brown stain around his lips as he gagged. Though relieved for the King's interruption, the dragon was worried about the teasing tone Drest had taken, seeming more like he wanted the gryphons to come up with some creative loopholes for his amusement rather than fully stop them from filling the scaled prisoner with their dung. 

Unfortunately for the dragon, it seemed as if he'd been exactly right about the King's intentions, with the barrage of gryphons hoping to stuff him full of both piss and shit only increasing after the first failed attempt. The males quickly realised that Drest had no qualms about forcing the pet to clean up their dirty manhoods, leading to a whole group of the winged hornballs deliberately fucking the dirtiest, grimiest tailhole they could find before hurrying over to Gautvin, forcing him to swirl their mud-covered cocks in his maw and clean them up while he was still being nailed from behind. Having to give a spit-polish to over a dozen girths utterly coated in dung in a row, the young dragon was starting to reek just as badly as he had before he'd been allowed a bath earlier that day, his jaw sore as the latest male pulled out of his mouth, letting him spit out as much of the scat as he could, though the revolting taste still lingered in his muzzle. Spotting the exhausted prisoner, cum drooling down his shaking back legs as he coughed and gagged, a gryphon couple stepped over to him, seemingly intent on showing him a slight bit of mercy for a change, though even that wasn't without its fair share of strings attached. Panting, Gautvin looked up to see a smirking male and female staring down at him, the woman cupping his chin and purring as she leaned down, 
“You poor little thing. Have you even been fed, besides dung that is~?”
Shaking his head, the dragon watched as she tutted, reaching over to a nearby table and pulling a leg off of a whole roasted bird, dangling it right in front of his face, the savoury scent making his mouth water, 
“Well, don't worry, we'll fix that injustice.”

Just as Gautvin was about to chomp down on the juicy leg, the female flopped down onto her back, spreading her legs as her boyfriend helped by splaying her slit wide open, giggling as she pushed the morsel of meat into her pussy, moaning as her walls twitched around the leg, coating it in her own juices, 
“Come dine, little boy, you must be so hungry~”
Groaning for letting himself actually fall for the ploy of the couple feeling bad for him, Gautvin dragged himself over to the female's crotch while her boyfriend watched closely, sheepishly grabbing the bird leg and pulling it out of her mound as she moaned, rubbing at her clit as she watched him bite into the leg, coated with her musky scent. The boyfriend chuckled as he reached for a grape bunch, his cock twitching and leaking on the floor as he sat down and plucked several of the grapes off of the stem, shoving them into his own tailhole before turning around to moon the disgusted dragon, nudging the other male's snout with his ass,
“Wouldn't some refreshing fruit go well with that bird~?”
The girlfriend giggled as she watched Gautvin reluctantly opening his mouth wide, having to hold back from turning away in disgust as the male gryphon began to push and grunt, a few wet farts hitting his nose before the soiled fruits began to roll out onto his tongue one by one, smeared with shit. Holding his breath, the dragon waited until the last one had popped out of the gryphon's asshole before eating them with a repulsed sneer, almost swallowing them whole to avoid tasting them any more than absolutely necessary, blushing as the couple both laughed at his humiliation. 

With his two course meal finished, Gautvin was almost immediately snatched right back into the midst of a whole crowd of increasingly lusty gryphons, all of them either looking to blow a load in his tailhole or force him to lick up grimy private parts, or possibly both. Spread out across a table, his back legs hanging down one side and his forelegs dangling down the other, several of the rowdy guests holding him down and pinning him in place, the dragon was used like a toy, a constant queue of gryphons waiting on either side. With barely any downtime from the constant abuse, a cock rammed down his asshole and another in his throat almost every single second, Gautvin quickly lost track of time, the passage of time starting to slip from his mind as he gagged on yet another shit-smeared shaft, his snout buried in a sweaty crotch while his already bulging belly received another load from the grunting male hammering away at his stretched out ass. Feeling up her husband's manhood as she glared down at their leashed pet with a smirk, Eithne saw the flow of cum constantly trickling down the scaled set of thighs, getting an idea on how to tease the boy even further while giving the people some entertainment. With a graceful hop, the Queen descended down from the stage, landing right next to the groaning Gautvin just as a set of gryphons were finishing up with him, swallowing down one more mouthful of foul concoctions as his sore ass overflowed with cum. Shooing away the rest still waiting for their turns, Eithne grabbed the dragon's leash and gave it a light tug, trying to get him up to his feet, 
“Come now, you look like you need to empty your belly. I don't want you making a mess all over my hall, at least not a bigger one than what you've already caused~”
Slowly staggering up, his legs shaking as he groaned and swayed from side to side, the exhausted Gautvin followed behind the Queen, actually rather thankful that he was being allowed to relieve himself. He certainly needed it badly, having spent the last few hours desperately trying to hold it all in as he was given a cum enema, praying not to have to soil himself in front of hundreds of gryphons and humiliate himself even further. 

With the dragon's tailhole gaped from the rough treatment, globs of cum splattered from his rear with every step he took, continuously leaking even with him trying to clench as hard as he could, his lowered tail pressed tight against his backside as he blushed at the sounds of snickering and laughter. Thinking he was being led towards some private room with a chamber pot for him to squat over, Gautvin wasn't very amused when the Queen instead stopped in front of an empty barrel sitting next to a table, a sly smile on her beak as she patted the table, 
“Well? Get up here already, before you leak all over my floor any further~!”
Gritting his teeth in frustration, unsure of whether the heavy red on his face was from embarrassment or frustration, Gautvin clambered up onto the table and squatted down, hovering his asshole over the open barrel as Eithne held his tail up, her other claw stroking his cock to tease him further as he whimpered under his breath. As soon as the dragon relaxed, a barrage of slime poured out of his pucker, starting with just buckets of cum before turning more and more brown as he shivered, his tongue hanging down the side of his muzzle as he hunkered down and dug his claws into the wooden table, pushing harder. Hours of taking loads up his ass had left Gautvin with a gut full of a slurry of shit and cum, gagging at the smell of it as he tried wafting away the stink, unable to stop the flow once it had gotten started. He heard the gryphons behind him groaning and laughing in disgust as he emptied his belly, wet and gurgling farts sending splatters of his scat over the rim of the barrel as he moaned, feeling like he was getting rid of a whole week's worth of waste in a single sitting, praying that his improvised toilet wouldn't overflow. After a solid ten minutes of nonstop eruption of some not-so solid shit, Gautvin finally felt the endeavour coming to an end, sweating and panting as he flopped down onto his belly, tuckered out by the effort. Grinning at the hefty load the dragon had deposited, Eithne patted the groaning boy on the head as she cooed into his ear, watching a few drops of his diarrhea ooze down his inner thigh, 
“Doesn't that feel much better? I hope this will give you a second wind, since there's still plenty of night left, our guest of honour hasn't even arrived yet~”
Realising that the royal couple still had much more in mind for him, Gautvin gulped nervously, unsure of how his evening could get any worse.