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Cameron reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around the room in which he now found himself. Simple chandeliers spilled golden light across the room, illuminating the royal blue drapes hiding the dressed stone of the walls. Many people of various races, mostly men, were standing around chatting in the nude, except in the precise centre, where numerous cushions of a garish variety of colours were laid artfully into the semblance of a bed. Some of the faces were familiar, since he saw them every day, but others he'd seen only in passing.

"Ah, another guest." A cheetah of middle years spoke from his right. "If you please, there is a room there where you can leave your clothes," he said, turning around to point at an opening a few yards away from the stairs. "Fold your clothes neatly."

"Thank you." The otter nodded to the cheetah and followed the directions. On his way out he met Seth coming in, a tiger with whom he frequently had drinks. "Hey, good to see you, Cam!" the tiger said with a grin.

"What's going on exactly?" Cameron asked. "I recognise some of the people, but I've no idea why we're all here. I was just told to drink a lot and come here at nine o'clock."

Seth nodded. "Yup. If you've never been to one of these events before, you're in for a treat. Or a shock. Hope you're not pee-shy."

"Pee-shy? Why--?" Cameron broke off as the penny dropped. "Oh, I wondered why I was asked to drink a lot." He glanced around at all the people and saw a few were doing that slightly awkward dance indicative of needing bladder relief. "So what goes on here, aside from the obvious?"

"That's pretty much it. The cushions are for the recipient to lie on while we take our turns."

"I see. And who is the lucky one?"

The tiger shrugged. "Beats me. Scuttlebutt says one of the royals, but I can't be sure. Anyway, I'm gonna get changed." Seth continued into the changing room, leaving Cameron to mingle with the others.

It was strange being in a room with what looked like about forty other nearly naked people. He chatted briefly with a few people that he knew, while his curiosity and the pressure in his bladder increased.

A few minutes passed, a few more people arrived, and the room was starting to feel stuffy when a ripple of surprise moved through the gathering. Cameron moved with the press of people around him to make way for the personage striding into their midst.

Standing a foot or more taller than everyone else, King Garthen was a majestic gryphon, his fur and feathers so white he dazzled the otter's eyes. A deep purple cape was draped around his shoulders, tied with silver brocade. Golden eyes gazed around the assemblage, his beak clacking softly in satisfaction at seeing his audience. He moved purposefully to the cushion pile and stood surveying the crowd. "Greetings, my fellow deviants." His eyes glinted with mischief. "They say a good king gets to know his people personally. Tonight, you get to know your king." He removed his cape and threw it aside with a flourish, before arranging himself comfortably upon the cushions. Already his royal sceptre was in evidence, thick and pink and slipping easily from his plump sheath. He wrapped a manicured claw around it and began stroking. "So let loose, let fly, and let me bask in the warmth of your desires."

A surprised murmur ruffled the crowd, and several men moved forward to stand over their gorgeous hunk of a king, cocks in hand. The first to let his golden fluid flow was a cheetah with a big grin. "Ohh, fuck that's a good piss," he sighed as his bladder began emptying. The hot yellow urine splashed over Garthen's lower body, over his turgid cock, his heavy balls. A palomino horse stood by his head and took aim directly at the king's beak. "Open up, your majesty!"

Garthen turned his head and looked up at the horse. His beak opened wide, catching the first burst of piss, a fat jet he eagerly swallowed. The horse proceeded to spray his ruler's face, directing his cock to give a good soaking.

More men stepped up to piss as bladders ran dry, starting a slow procession. Step up, let go, shake off and move away to let someone else have their go. A wide variety of species were represented, and each had a full bladder to relieve.

The king revelled in the attention, even if that attention was focused solely on covering him from head to talon in hot urine, gleaming, shiny gold that flowed easily over his body, turning his plush show white fur to matted pale ochre. His feathers resisted, the piss running off easily into the cushions below to stain them deeply.

Finally it was Cameron's turn. He felt nervous; he'd never had to piss in front of so many people before, but plainly others were not so concerned, so he tried to absorb that sense of being carefree. He looked down at Garthen, trying to see him as just another guy who happened to like being soaked in pee. The gryphon looked back at him, his eyes intent but warm. "Just relax. Let it go." He glanced down as a young-looking wolf woman straddled his crotch, lowering herself onto his cock. He held it still, allowing her to impale her pussy upon it. "Mm, such a tight cunt you have," he said approvingly as she began to ride him.

She smiled and leaned back to support herself with her arms as she rode his royal member. "Mmph, thank you." Her slick snatch slithered easily over his dick, right down to the sheath. As she rode, she began to piss, a steady stream that ran over his crotch, over his balls and into the cushions.

Watching the sex happening right before him, the otter found it quite difficult to relax; in fact, he was getting hard. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to concentrate on anything remotely unsexy. Eventually he felt his sphincter relax, and his bladder start to empty. He heaved a deep sigh of pleasurable relief and opened his eyes to watch his urine splashing over the gryphon. He moved to evenly cover him, even cheekily spraying the wolf's pussy; she orgasmed moments later, squirting her nectar out to mix with the piss.

Cameron stepped away when he was done, letting another horse in to take his place. He found it surprising that there were so many here eager to piss all over their king; but of course, the king was here to enjoy taking it all.

Once the wolf had left Garthen's cock vacant, another woman, a younger gryphon barely out of her teens, took advantage of it. Some of the menfolk had started masturbating as they watched the scene, adding their cum to the mess. Garthen revelled in it, encouraging everyone to nut over him and make him their cumslut for the night.

It was well into the early hours of the next morning when everyone was tired and worn out. The king was a dripping mess of urine, pearly semen, and yellowed fur and feathers, but he looked very satisfied with the night's activities. Many had gone home, but a few stayed to eke out the last drops of fluids. Cameron had managed a couple ejaculations too, over Garthen's belly and into his beak to be eagerly swallowed.

The gryphon stood up, somehow managing to keep his majesty even though he now looked like a two-bit whore from a back alley brothel who'd had too many clients. "To those of you still here, thank you for coming, in both senses of the word. It was an immense pleasure, one to be repeated at a later date." He bowed floridly, and turned to enter the shower room.

Cameron and the rest retrieved their clothes and put them on. He stayed quiet while the others chatted about the experience. He'd found it weird, but enjoyable. Who would have thought that someone of such high status would have fun being a urinal?

As he ascended the stairs again, he thought about what it might feel like to be used like that. It was a strangely appealing thought. His cock started to stiffen in his pants, and he hurriedly tried to stop it, although who would notice tented pants in the darkness of night?

Tomorrow would be a long day, and he'd never see the king in quite the same way again when he served his meals....