The room was a tapestry of dim lighting and the lingering scent of sweat and alcohol, the remnants of a night well-spent. A dark shadow prowled through the space, weaving from one collapsed mound of flesh to another, Percy, with the sleek lines of a magpie and the sinuous grace of a feline, slinked through the space, his eyes scanning the aftermath of the party with the keen interest of a collector. 
A chain of wolves, knotted together and flopped awkwardly on the couch, snoozed, drool and cum soaking their inner thighs and shoulders. A lion slumped over a poker table, his tawny thighs spread wide, a fleshy and furry buttcrack debauched with the scent of multiple males. A bull lay on the ground, his belly crusted, his heavy balls laying between his spread legs. Percy carefully stepped between those legs, his toes pressing into the neck of the bull's scrotum. Claws extended, and the gryphon's beak parted in a sly grin as he felt the neck of the scrotum separate from the bull's body. The bull let out a half-conscious grunt, but didn't even open an eye as Percy kept meandering, leaving those fat eggs cooling on the carpeted floor. 
As he strolled, his gaze landed on an equine couple, their bodies still entwined from their earlier passion. A piebald quarterhorse stallion lay on his back, his arms curled loosely and affectionately around the voluptuous flaxen wooled Bashkir mare laying on top of him. Her back was against his chest, her thighs spread wide with her knees crooked over his own thighs, and Percy could guess that the stallion's erection was jutting up inside the mare's ass. He could tell because there was a large, solid-looking bulging ridge along her abdomen, meaning that the stud was somehow still erect despite being head-lolling, snore-drooling unconscious in the recliner. 
Percy knew it was in her ass, because there was something else in her pussy. He had expected a nut-sack to be hanging between the stallion's thighs, but instead, a taut and narrow-stretched ribbon of flesh disappeared from his groin up into her bulging pussy. The mare's cunny was relaxed, but it was bulging outwards, the bulk of the rounded eggs inside pushing out from within, forcing her lips to splay slightly, baring themselves to her. The sight was arresting, the raw and unashamed nakedness of the two lovers presented to him on a silver platter. 
Percy's beak was filling with drool as he carefully approached the two. Each step measured, wings pinned tightly against his back, knowing that sudden sound or movement might wake the flighty equines from their loving slumber. He wanted to maintain the peaceful, restful stillness of the post-orgy siesta. Kneeling down between them, his nares flared as he drew in the musky aroma of their coupling, salt and starch and honey mingling with the air like a rich bouquet.
God, she was juicy. Her lips were already pouting and puffy, swollen outwards in two soft, almost doughy protuberances - her vagina looked as if it were pursing for a kiss, and Percy had to restrain himself from sinking his beak straight into the rich, inviting pussy. He was not some savage, he was a gentlemen - he would not engage in such scurrilous behavior, not without consent of course.
Still... 
He reached up, both of his dark-furred fingers pressing gently into the slightly-spread opening between the female's thighs. She was so... ripe. Percy could see the swollen, tender red line of her clitoris, gleaming inside, the long reddish organ curling delicately up and into her vagina,disapearring along with the neck of the scrotum buried inside her. Percy's fingers, with the precision of a surgeon, probed up into it, sliding along the stretched, creased stud flesh and up into the mare's pussy. She was so warm, so slick, her honey smearing against his knuckles as he quested up inside her. There it was. He carefully traced the mare's clitoris, just inside the labia, the rubbery ring sooo sumptuously soft against his finger tips. He caressed them, and even in her sleep, she clenched slightly, the bulk of the stallion's testes being disgorged down and against Percy's fingers. They felt heavy, but they were not Percy's focus. He knuckled them back upwards, nestling the fat gonads deeper inside the mare where they belonged. 
Then he went back to the mare's clit. It was engorged and juicy, and Percy's beak opened and closed, making a soft clicking sound as he grew more excited. His own maleness drooped out into the open, pink dog dick swelling in excitement as the gryphon carefully extended his fingers, stroking along the tails of the clitoris until he felt where they connected, deep inside her. 
It was time to begin.
His claws, sharp and precise, extended with a delicate ease, their tips sliding out from his finger sheaths and then plunging carefully, deceptively sharp, into the flesh of the mare's vagine. She moaned, and he felt her clench, felt moisture drooling past his fingers as he pulled his fingers along her sensitive flesh.
Percy was careful, his claws unzipping carefully along her flesh, grouting in and slightly underneath to detach the tender fleshy organ from the rest of her vaginal walls. Her clit was primo delecto, the kind of sopping, fleshy worm that Percy had been craving, and he was determined to extract it with the utmost care.  She pulsed under his touch, still aroused and engorged with her earlier passion. Percy had to wonder how close the two had been when they had passed out. He found the idea laughable, that a stallion would fall asleep in the midst of sex, but apparently getting off just wasn't that much of a priority.
The clitoris, engorged and juicy, pulsed slightly under his touch, a testament to the mare’s earlier passion. His claws danced around it, gently prying it away from the surrounding tissue, quietly enjoying the sensation of the rubbery flesh being pried slowly away. As he progressed, he could feel the rubbery flesh, dangling loose and limp, teasing against his fingers. He wondered if she'd still be able to feel it like this.
The only problem was the stallion's balls, which kept sliding down and against his fingers, naturally drawn by gravity towards their natural place between his thighs. They rested against the back of his hands, pushing against his claws, threatening to sink the scythes deeper into the mare's flesh with their weight. Percy extracted his claws and curled his fingers into a fist, leaving the mare's clit for just a second to noogie them up and away from him. The testicles pushed back against his touch, their bulk resisting his efforts, as if trying to slide out of the gripping prison they had created. 
"Just clench, dammit," he muttered, smirking with a mixture of amusement and envy. He couldn’t help but wish that it was his own cock buried within the mare’s magnificent pussy, instead of some fat horse balls. He felt a syrupy drool throb from the tip of his shaft, thinking about the sloppy, squishy, warm pussy that deserved a solid dick like his inside it. Ahem. He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand.
With the nuts tucked back up and out of the way, Percy was able to unzip the last few inches of the mare's succulent clitoris. The warm, pink loose length pulsed with one last bit of life as he extracted it, perfectly excised and now free for Percy to take. He ran his suddenly-dry tongue over the top of his smooth beak, as he scraped his claw through the last of it, the bulbous tip of the protruding labial bulb, and when he felt it come free he tugged at it eagerly.
It was easily the length of a loose bangle, as thick as the gryphon's thumb, and all his. There was only one problem. As he yanked, the rubbery ring was caught, pulling taut against the stretched, taut neck of the horse's scrotum. Of course. Those fat balls were in the way - again!
Percy paused, his fingers gently gripping, kneading the mare's detached clitoris as he considered his options. He could rip the clitoris free, tearing it from the scrotum’s grasp, but that would risk damaging the delicate tissue, tearing it, besmirching it. Alternatively, the taut neck of the stallion's scrotum was just as delicate, just as easy to trim through. The clitoris was too rare, too perfect, to be damaged. The stallion’s testicles, on the other hand, were expendable.
Percy made his choice. He slipped his fingers into the mare's debauched pussy, wrapping the whole of his paw around the neck of the scrotum. Perhaps he was squeezing too tightly, as the  stallion, still asleep, stirred slightly. Arms curled in a lazy snuggle around the snoozing female, and he smacked his lips with some half-conscious mutter. Percy ignored that. He brough his other hand to bear, curling a finger around the back of the scrotum, just above where it connected with the stallion's body, and pulled his claw towards himself.
It was so simple, so easy, but Percy's cock neatly painted the floor as he casually sliced the fat balls off of the stallion. He didn't even want them, honestly - and there was a tingle of delight in knowing that the stallion had been gelded simply to make it easier for Percy to enjoy his true delight. Either way, it was done now. Percy tugged at the handful of scrotum, pulling the severed neck of the stallion's ball bag out of the mare's vagina. Two fat, rubbery cords were bared, the naked cords seeping a thick, viscous liquid from their raw edges. 
Percy's beak opened again as he caught the salty, starchy scent of seed. It was funny how, over the years, that particular smell - not of ejaculate, but of the smell of the semen itself - had been trained to simulate a hunger response in his body. His belly growled, his wings rustling along his back. More of the slack severed scrotum appeared, inch after shiny inch reeled out from inside the mare. Percy could see the bulge of the stallion's eggs sliding slowly down, her pubic mound bulging outwards with the broad girth of the fat pouch. He tugged at them again, and the mare began to moan, her body  naturally clenching down to keep the rubbery nuggets inside her.
"Where was all this eagerness when I was stripping your clit," Percy murmured, as he rested one paw on her labial mound and pulled with the other. The stallion's scrotum shlorped free with an embarassingly loud 'sound of disgorgement', a shluck of flesh suctioning against flesh. The mare's clit remained wrapped around the heavy pouch, glossy and candy apple red, the smooth surface clinging to the swollen cleavage of the stallion's hefty coin purse. Lovely.
Percy brought the handful to his beak, clamping down on the exposed cords and lapping at the oozing semen beading up on them. The taste was rich and earthy, a testament to the stallion’s need, churned into a sweet and creamy froth by the ejaculation that had been prepared but never delivered. Percy swallowed, the corners of his beak curving up in a smug smirk. He could still see the rigid bulge along the mare's stomach, though it looked significantly softer now, the equine erection losing its strength as its fuel sources dangled from the gryphon's fist. 
He wondered how uncomfortably engorged the stallion must have been, and how irritated he was going to be when he realized he'd been denied his last chance at release. Amused by his own cruel joke, Percy turned his attention back to his prize. The mare’s clitoris, provocatively snared around the swelling bulges that filled that sac, gleaming and ready for Percy to snap it up. He shifted his paws, cupping under both of the stallion's heavy, smooth, slick nuts, and curled his tapering tongue under the dangling clitoris. Tugging his head back, he stripped it off of the limp scrotum, catching it with a clap of his beak in the dim light of the room. 
The saltiness of it was the first thing he noticed, followed by the smooth, supple rubberiness of the glistening flesh. It had the texture of strawberry jello, compressing juicily between his beaks as he squeezed and toyed with it. He slurped it up, drawing the entire length of the red ribbon into his maw, coiling it around his tongue and teasing the root of his pallate with the soft flesh.
As he savored the unique flavor, Percy allowed his gaze to wander back to the mare. She had woken up, apparently, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused as she watched him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. She clearly had no idea what Percy had done, as she reached down to stroke her palm against her belly.
"Enjoying your meal?" she asked, voice husky with sleep and dehydration. 
Percy paused, the stallion's scrotum still dangling openly from one paw, a gleaming dark coin purse with two orange-sized eggs swelling out the bottom of it. He contemplated how to respond, working his beak to crush the warm flesh between it, feeling a delight as the flesh burst with the same pleasant relaxation as a packing bubble. 
"What is it?" She asked, as she rubbed her eyes. "I thought we were out of everything except crackers." She yawned, wiggling her hips down against the stallion, groaning at the feel os his log of a dick still taking up a good foot and a half of her colon space. "Fuck, Daniel, I said no anal..."
"He seems tuckered out," Percy said, changing the subject. He slurped on the mouthful of warm, wiggling mare noodle, rolling it around over his tongue, his eyes never leaving the mare's as he openly consumed her most intimate treasure right in front of her. “But I wouldn't blame him too much." He stroked the underside of the dangling nut-sack. "He seemed quite eager to unload,” he said smoothly, offering her a wink that was both mischievous and predatory. 
“What are you talking about?” she slurred, her voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and arrogance. She tried to make out what he was holding in his hand, her fingers sliding closer to her vagina, feeling the itch of the removal, the seep of her fluids. Perhaps she missed the pleasant swell of the fat eggs that had kept her full the night through. "And what is it you're chewing on? Gum?"
Percy chuckled, a low, melodic sound. “Oh, nothing of consequence, my dear.  Just a little early morning humor. And this..." He swallowed, gullet bobbing as the tangle of her stolen clit slid down his craw. His now. Just his. He smiled, his beak gleaming in the dim light. "Just a bit of a delicacy, one that I've been searching for. You wouldn't believe where I found it if I told you."
The mare scoffed, her expression dismissive. “That's gross. Who just eats food laying around?" She gestured dismissively, waving him off. "Stop staring at my pussy and go get some of your own."
Percy bowed politely, the nut-sack swinging as he brought it to his chest. “As you wish. But do try to take care of yourself. You never know what might happen when you’re not paying attention.”
With that, Percy turned and walked away, stepping back towards the front door. The mare watched him go, her expression still confused, but she said nothing. She had no idea what had just happened, and Percy intended to keep it that way.
Skwultch. Percy looked down, at the now flattened, oozing remnants of the bull's sack that he had severed earlier. Dang it, he had meant to grab that on the way home. He wiggled his toes, sighing as he felt through the crushed slime, finding it unsalvageable. He took another couple steps, wiping his foot off on the arm of a recliner. 
As he stepped outside, Percy couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, the weight of the stallion’s scrotum swinging jauntily in his paw. Percy couldn’t help but admire the way it moved, the sheer size of it a testament to the stallion’s earlier exertions. He gave it a little toss in the air, catching it with a soft *plop* as it landed back in his paw. The motion was almost playful, a stark contrast to the stallion's imminent realization of what the gryphon had claimed as a playtoy.
The salty, musky taste of the clitoris still lingered on his tongue, a reminder of the delicate, almost surgical precision with which he had extracted it. It had been a fine specimen, truly one of the best he’d ever had the pleasure of consuming. The way it had glistened in the dim light, the rubbery texture as it slid between his beak, the faint tang of the mare’s arousal mingling with the earthier undertones of the tissue itself it had been almost perfect. Sometimes Percy kept the lady worms after stealing them, but tonight, Percy had just wanted to devour the things that made a mare feel good. 
These balls, on the other hand... As he walked, the scrotum in his paw seemed to grow heavier, and Percy couldn’t help but think about how it would look displayed in his collection, perhaps preserved in a glass jar or mounted on a velvet cushion. Perhaps it would end up in someone else's collection, instead. He had been eyeing up a certain tiger's old Xbox One. Perhaps he could offer a trade.