Throne and Wall:
The Gryphon’s Rump Tavern was filled with the boisterous clatter of adventurers calling out for more booze, food, and the retellings of their latest quests as a robed figure wove a path through the crowded establishment till he ducked under the frame of a side door. The tall figure stooped as his hood scraped the ceiling of the passage built for smaller patrons till he reached an arched doorway. Carefully he entered the dimly lit chamber and stood to his full height as he pulled his hood down. A pair of blue-tipped ears were revealed, followed by the grey head fur of a maned wolf. The towering figure stretched finally free of the cramped passage as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.
The center of the room was dominated by the presence of a large throne-like structure made from white marble. The maned wolf smiled, placing a paw on the familiar stone chair. The unnatural warm stone and hum emanating from somewhere in the throne was a welcome comfort to the weary traveler. Nobody knew where the mysterious thrones scattered across the world came from, only that they were near indestructible, impossible to move, and seemed to run off a mix of powerful arcane magic and ancient technology. The artifacts were also extremely picky about their users, the true limits of their power yet to be found.
Disrobing the maned wolf set his clothes in a pile and turned his gaze back onto the throne. It had been only two years since he had discovered the throne by accident when he got lost looking for the piss room, but he made sure to come visit in secret as often as he could.  It was nearly an addiction. The longer he stayed away the more the throne seemed to call back to him, a faint whisper in the back of his head till he couldn’t bear it any more. Eventually when he sat on the throne the throne felt familiar and safe. It was like the throne was meant for him and him alone.
That was the great thing about the throne. It was truly a place of solitude and peace for any who sat in it. He could just slip away from everything and disappear inside himself and the throne. Sometimes he would spend whole days just sitting on the throne and nothing else. His mind was free to wander as he thought of what he might see, smell, or taste next. The throne could show him a thousand different places in the world. However he found himself returning to a single place each time visited.
As he sat on the warm stone the nagging buzz in the back of his mind faded as the throne welcomed him home. "User Gin Trio confirmed. Where would you like to go?" The voice the throne projected into his mind was always the same, soft and feminine with a hint of an accent. It was a welcome voice that gave him comfort and a sense of calm as he drifted through his daydreams.It was a voice he felt was his own, it was the voice of his subconscious. It was the voice of the throne. The voice that spoke only to him.
"The Wall," Gin replied with a sigh. The Wall was another of his discoveries. The exact location was never the same, as if the Wall could travel on its own. Gin let out a soft moan as the throne heated around rump and crotch. The pleasant heat was always a welcome side effect of the throne's power as he felt himself transported, well a part of himself at least. It was the reason he never had to leave the Wall. The throne seemed to know what his tastes were and brought him to the closest place to satisfy those tastes.
The pleasant warmth was gradually replaced with the cool feeling of natural stone as his most personal parts found their place on the Wall. All Gin could do was wait and see if someone would find his offering on the Wall. The maned wolf didn't have to wait too long. Just as he started to drift off, letting the throne take his mind to new and familiar locations alike, a soft caress along his ass and thighs jolted him awake. The soft strokes started to become firmer and as Gin felt his erection grow. Gin moaned at the new sensations the presence of an unknown person brought. It was a welcomed feeling, he was glad at least someone was enjoying his offerings. The maned wolf wiggled his teleported ass against the soft touches and was rewarded with a hard tug on his testicals.
"Oh," Gin moaned, as the tugging grew more intense, alternating from his balls to his member. Gin sat back in his throne moaning as those curious touches probed him all over again. He could feel himself growing harder and thicker under the gentle probing. The only thing he could do was sit and wait as the unknown person continued to tease him. Maybe it was a female or maybe it was male, Gin had no idea. All he knew was that the touch  was intoxicating and drove him wild. He wanted the touch. He wanted it all and more.
As time passed, Gin was never quite sure how long he would sit on the throne as time seemed to flow differently while it was active, the touches grew more bold. A slip of finger up under his tail made him shiver, and hope whoever was on the other side of the wall didn't probe the long patch of fur just under his anus. Gin shuddered at the possibility, it was a thought that had crossed his mind many times as he sat on the throne, and each time he grew hard at the idea. He was sure his secret was exposed when he felt something warm and sticky slid over his balls and up towards his rear.
The moment of tense anticipation swiftly faded as the curious intruder found its mark. It was too late, his long kept secret was uncovered, Gin let out a satisfied moan as a warmth pushed into his hidden slit. The size was large but not overwhelmingly so and from the shape he could tell it was some sort of equine. A pony perhaps, Gin mused as felt his hidden cunny widen then snuggly envelop the welcomed member. All he knew was whoever was using his secret was enjoying the experience. The warmth in his hole felt great and he began to move his hips as if he was trying to encourage whoever it was to continue. The pony didn't seem to mind and continued to work, Gin let out a muffled moan and a little whimper as the warm member found a spot to rest. The wall always made him forget about his loneliness and it was a welcome change of pace.
Gin moaned and shook his head, the position he was in made it almost impossible to get comfortable. The feeling was fantastic and he could not get enough. The pony seemed to know what his pleasure was and that was fine by Gin. He was ready for more and could feel his hole squeezing and pulsing around the member. Gin felt the warmth in his hole intensify and for a moment he thought he was going to come. The thought of a climax was a welcome one, but right now he was more interested in the sensation of the pony slowly sliding out of his female sex.
Gin felt a moment of regret at the thought of being alone again before a new sensation distracted from his melancholy. Something cool and tight squeezed around his cock. Gin groaned at the sudden sensation but it was only his shaft being covered. He felt the cool surface of some sort of sheath rub against his cock, the coolness of the material made his dick twitch. It was the start of an orgasm but before Gin could release any of the pleasure the pony finished withdrawing from his hole and moved on. 
The sudden emptiness coupled with a near robotic squeezing around his member made Gin whine softly. He was pretty sure now that the wall decided to locate itself on some farm. He couldn't be one hundred percent sure though as the wall seemed as much alive as the throne. It only ever shared a general location and no matter how hard Gin tried to peek around while he was interacting with the wall, his vision was always cut off. The tugging at his cock increased, reminding Gin that on the other side of the portal there was still someone. The pressure was accompanied by a strange sensation under his tail. It took him a moment to recognize the feel of a sharp blade. The thick patch of fur he had carefully groomed to hide his female genitalia was being cut back by some unknown paws.  
Before Gin could react to what was happening, the thick patch of fur was shorn away. The sudden absence of the fur  left him feeling naked and exposed. The tugging at his cock continued, and Gin felt a jolt of pleasure from down below as the sheath jerked up and down on the shaft.  The sheath was also slicked with what Gin could only describe as some sort of lubricant. The cool surface combined with that of the sheath and the lube made Gin moan in pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The pleasure grew with each passing second and Gin knew he was going to cum.
A moan escaped Gin's muzzle  as he tightened his muscles and allowed the orgasm to wash over him. The sheath spasmed around the sensitive organ, jerking up and down on his shaft. Gin moaned loudly as he emptied his seed inside the sheath. The rhythm of the sheath slowed as Gin felt the cold blade kiss his taint and over his balls. He was beginning to get the feeling his maleness was in danger and he was less pleased about it then the earlier sensations. Gin growled and flicked his tail in protest, as the blade moved back to his taint. Taking in a deep breath Gin felt as the blade bit at his tender scrote, but instead of pain, Gin felt a faint sting and a pleasurable tugging at his jewels. Gin grew confused as he felt his member grow harder again. The sheath squeezed his shaft as the slow steady up and down motion resumed.
Gin groaned softly as the sheath continued to stroke his shaft. He was still confused but found himself enjoying the sensation. He found himself responding to the stroking and stroking his cock. The sheath moved with amazing speed and Gin began to gasp. Faster and faster the sheath moved, driving Gin into ecstasy. He groaned and moaned, the sheath was sliding up and down his shaft, the friction drove Gin crazy. The odd tugging at his balls only heightened the building arousal, as a soft pop and cool breeze washed over his testicles.  Gin yelped and bucked himself, the sheath jerking and squeezing his rod. Suddenly Gin felt his member tense up. His member throbbed, it jumped and twitched, almost as if it were trying to escape. Gin tried to relax but the sheath only continued to stroke him. The sheath had him trapped! His balls ached as they were tugged, a slight pinch along his cords was all Gin needed to realize his balls were likely to be separated from him in a few moments. A growl escaped his muzzle as he escaped deeper into the pleasure. The sheath picked up speed with its stroke and Gin moaned softly.
Gin could feel his member jumping and twitching, the sheath was rubbing it raw he could feel it. He felt his shaft twitch and jump, and gasped as he felt his balls being pushed, stretched, and pulled. Then nothing, all feeling from his balls ceased, Gin whined softly. The only explanation was he had been neutered. Ignoring the raw feeling from his shaft, Gin tried to peek behind the Wall's veil and for a brief moment he thought he could see something. 
He stared into the shadows of the frame waiting for his vision to adjust, when it did he could see something. Very faint, very distant, he could see a basket, his balls nestled in it like eggs. Just before his vision was once again swallowed by the Wall, Gin saw the deep red of a fox paw reaching out to his member. It had been real, Gin's mind flinched away at the ordeal, retreating back to safety behind the Wall’s veil. A new type of tugging made Gin whimper as he felt his still engorged member bend then a sharp twist and finally nothing. Gin cried out, not in pain but for the loss of his proud member. Imagining it draped over his removed balls in the basket made Gin’s ears fall flat against his skull. No longer would he be able to reach down and stroke or feel the warm kiss of some stranger’s lips wrap around it.
 A cool spray over his groin made Gin whimper loud enough to echo in his throne room. The maned wolf tried to sever his connection to the Wall but it was to no avail, some sort of greater force held him in place. Gin had no clue if he would ever be rescued but as time ticked on he grew to enjoy the new sensations, whenever the Wall traveled, a new cock, tongue, or finger would find his slit or tease the spot where his proud male bits had formerly resided.
His favorite new sensation was when whoever was on the other side reached down and tugged on his empty pouch, stretching out the loose skin. One intense session an adventitious partner had found his empty sheath fun to lick and insert fingers into. The results of both left Gin even hornier, his empty sheath and feminine sex dripping with fluids.
The consent buzz of the throne and the feeling of being used kept the maned wolf company as he sat for what felt could be weeks, a neutered king on his throne. Gin gasped one day as the Wall unceremoniously released him, he stumbled off the throne on unsteady legs. After regaining his composure Gin’s paw drifted to his groin. His fingers tenderly probed the empty sheath, fondly remembering his cock before reaching down to explore his flat sac. Neither testicle was to be found as he squeezed and tugged on the flap of skin.
Finally he reached lower and moaned as his fingers slipped into his still leaking cunny. He sighed softly glad that at least the fur had started to regrow around it, once again concealing his secret. Quietly he dressed and slipped out of the hidden passage off on his next adventure. Would he return to the throne and wall? He had no idea, but even as he slipped out of the front entrance he could hear the faint whispers in the back of his mind.