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Among the Commoners

The young wolf prince tugged at his cloak, pulling it around him as he followed his servant down the stone passageway. The place was old, run-down. His family hadn't needed to use the secret escape passage for years and as a result it had seen a lack of care and maintenance. His heart was thumping hard; he was nervous. He followed his lion servant close, the feline looking over and noting the nervous look on his master's face.

"Sir, are you sure about this?" he asked. "You know I'd do anything for you, but this... is dangerous..."

"I'm sure," the Prince gulped. "I've spent too long fantasising about this in my chambers, I want to go out there and do it." His servant nodded nervously and continued leading him down the crumbling corridor.

The teenage lupine prince, Prince Garth, had spent years imagining this moment. All these years spent tucked away in the castle he'd always dreamed of going out and mixing with the common folk. Not out of a sense of solidarity or equality or anything like that. Quite the opposite: Garth hated the common folk. But he had a very specific reason for sneaking out like this. He knew his father would throw himself into an absolute rage if he knew about this, but Garth had certain needs that the league of whores the King sent his way couldn't sate.

Simply put, Garth wanted to be fucked by the common folk, the lowly, filthy and unwashed dregs that had been given the privilege of living in his kingdom. It was true that his father could get him anyone he wanted... providing they were a noble. The King wasn't about to let his own son bed some filthy commoner from the slums, and so Garth decided to take the situation into his own hands.

He'd convinced his faithful feline servant to help him. At first the lion was shocked, horrified even and had tried to talk the Prince out of it, even going as far as to sleep with the prince and roleplay a commoner himself, but Garth's needs were still unmet. He wanted to be fucked by some real commoners, some smelly, unwashed bastard of a peasant, not an upper class servant pretending to be one. It didn't help that the lion was just _bad_at playing the role. He was too polite, too scared of upsetting the Prince or hurting him in some way and the lion outright refused to fuck the prince up the ass purely out of respect.

In the end his servant conceded. He gave in and agreed to lead the prince down the secret underground passage built as an evacuation route should the royal family need it.

"At least let me come with you," the lion pleaded.

"No, I need you here to make sure my father doesn't notice I'm missing," Garth told him. "As far as everyone is concerned, I'm in bed sick and don't wish to be disturbed."

"Y-yes, Sir," the lion gulped.

Eventually they came to a ladder leading upwards, up to what looked like a total dead end, a stone ceiling. Garth gave his lion an odd look.

"Oh, this switch, here," the lion explained, pressing his palm against a stone tile in the wall. Garth heard the sound of grinding stone above them and looked up to see the ceiling sliding open to reveal an exit at the top of the ladder, sunlight shining in and making the two wince.

Garth took a step towards the ladder but stopped when the lion grabbed him by the arm, the feline stepping back with a gulp when he realized he'd forgotten himself.

"S-sorry, Sir... Please be careful," his servant gulped. Garth nodded.

"I will be."

"I can't leave the exit open the whole time you're outside," the lion said. "I'll have to close it after you and return later to open it... How long will you, be, Sir?" Garth took a moment to think about it.

"A few hours," he said vaguely.

"Hours!" the lion gasped. "A-all that time, alone with the common folk?"

"I'll be fine," Garth glared. "Let's say... Five hours' time. I'll return in five hours' time."

"F-five hours," the lion gulped. "Yes, Sir. I... I can cover for you until then."

He watched the Prince go, the wolf clambering up the ladder and hoisting himself out the other end. Garth grunted and stood up, patting himself down and looking around. He'd come up in a grassy copse on the outskirts of the slums that stood a few good miles from his father's castle. The prince was surprised; he didn't think they'd been walking so long but they were so far away from the castle...

He looked down as the stone covering slid itself closed behind him. Curiously, he tapped it with his foot. Strong, cold, impenetrable. He definitely wasn't going to get back inside if his servant wasn't there to let him in.

He took a deep breath and turned himself towards the slums nearby.

"Where do I start?" he asked himself. He couldn't just walk in and ask the first commoner he met to fuck him up the ass... could he? No... He shook the thought from his head. Even the common folk had some kind of tact.

He cast his mind back to the few books his servant had sneaked into the castle for him, lower class stuff. Essentially, pornography. He remembered one in particular where some lizard whore was fucked a lot in a tavern... Maybe he could find a suitor or two there? He could find a tavern, find someone who caught his eye and then... do 'it' with them.

The wolf gave out a soft sigh and started towards the slums. He was nervous. These people likely didn't know who he was. He hadn't made many public appearances and had been mostly tucked away in the castle, so the average commoner likely wouldn't recognise their prince. What's more, Garth's servant had given him a few tattered rags from the servant's quarters to wear as clothes so that he could blend in more. Hopefully any commoner who looked at him would assume he was just one of them.

Still, it didn't keep him from being nervous. He didn't know what would happen if anyone caught him out here. His father would surely be outraged and his servant would likely be locked up for allowing this to happen... Garth grimaced at the thought. His lion was risking a lot by helping him. Garth may very well be banned from leaving the castle ever again... And that was assuming he wasn't kidnapped and held for ransom.

Garth caught himself blushing at the thought. A bunch of rough, dangerous rogues tying him up, keeping him locked up in their cellars or their hideout or whatever, Garth all helpless, unable to defend himself...

"Oh, gods..." Garth gulped, his crotch tingling and his hand going down to rub at himself.

He forced the thoughts out of his mind.

"N-no, that's too much. Too dangerous," he told himself. "A... a quick round with someone will do... Or... how do they say it... A... A quick shag will do. Y-yes, that's it. A quick shag." He hurried along, slowing down as he took his first steps into the slums. He turned his nose up at the sight. These places looked a lot better in his mind when he was reading his books...

Peasants mingled in the streets, laughing loudly and raucously. A few carts lay broken and tipped over, barrels of water spilled over. He scowled at the sight of a fox washing himself in a trough, a _public_trough, one that several other people went and used after him.

"This is disgusting," he muttered to himself, though he wasn't sure what he expected. He should have figured the slums would be filthy, uncared for and uncouth. It was wretched... But there was something about it all that made him hot under the collar.

He shouldn't be here. He was the upper class; not just the upper class, the prince_of all things, yet here he was trudging around amidst the dregs. This was unheard of. There'd be hell to pay if he were caught... But it all made him feel so _hot. It was forbidden, taboo, and it would be even more so when he finally found a suitor to fuck him.

The prince kept looking around the place. He was still searching for the tavern, hoping that he'd find someone there to fulfil his desires. But, eventually, he grew lost and came to a stop in the middle of the road, sighing to himself. He was going to have to ask someone for directions. He looked to a rabbit nearby, washing himself in one of those filthy peasant troughs, and figured he'd ask him.

"Um... Excuse me?" Garth called out, approaching him.

"Aye?" the rabbit looked up, shaking the water from his fur and glancing at the prince.

"Eye...?" Garth rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "U-um... I am searching for the local tav- wait, no..." He stopped himself. He couldn't talk all posh and upper class, he had a facade to maintain. He couldn't have people guessing who he was. "I'm... looking for the tavern? The pub?" The rabbit gave him an odd look. There was something about the way the wolf talked and handled himself that made him stand out, but the lapine couldn't place his finger on it. He shrugged and nodded down the road.

"Go left when you can," he said. "You'll find it. It's got this big sign with a mug of ale on it, can't miss it."

"Oh, thank you!" Garth smiled and rushed off, blushing furiously with embarrassment. He had no idea how to talk to these people...

He couldn't help but notice a few of the peasants glaring at him as he walked past. Was it normal to be stared at this much? Or did they recognize him after all? He glared back at a couple who immediately averted their gaze as he did. The constant staring wasn't helping his nerves, but he pushed on regardless. He'd come this far, he couldn't go back now. Besides, his lion wouldn't be back to let him into the castle again for another five hours.

Eventually he found the tavern, a big sign hanging above the door with a frothy mug of ale drawn onto it. He stood outside it for a few moments, staring at the door. He must have been staring at it for quite a while since a nearby, coyote spoke up to jab at him.

"You never seen a door before, wolf?" he grunted, Garth jumping in surprise.

"N-no - I mean, yes I have - I mean, I, um..." Garth gulped hard. "This is the tavern... i-isn't it?"

"Sure is," the coyote nodded. "But maybe you should look somewhere else for your drinks. You're a bit too twitchy for this place."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you look like someone who hasn't left their house once in their entire life," the coyote grunted. Garth avoided eye contact; the coyote was pretty spot on there. "This place is for big, tough guys, you know? You ain't gonna last in there."

"Big... tough guys?" Garth echoed. "G-good! Just what I want!" He turned back to the tavern and marched forward, leaving the confused coyote behind, the canine watching him go.

'Big, tough guys' sounded right up Garth's alley. Strong, rude thugs who would spit at him and unabashedly use their vile peasant language. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, a few of the patrons glaring at him as he entered.

He wasn't disappointed. That coyote hadn't done the place justice: big and tough didn't begin to describe these men. There was a good dozen of them in there, ranging from hyenas and other canines to bulls, boars, and pigs. Some of them were bulky and muscular, others fat, sweaty, and filthy. Garth had to wonder how peasants like these managed to get as fat as they were.

His body shook slightly as he approached the bar, wondering how in the world he was going to tackle this. The barkeep, a dark-green lizard with a scar over his left eye, looked over at him.

"What can I do ya?" he asked.

"Um... I'm not sure," Garth gulped. "A... drink...?"

"Of?"

"Wine- no, beer!" Garth corrected himself quickly. "I want a beer."

"Right. That'll be two copper."

"Copper?" Garth glanced down at the pouch he had on his belt. He'd grabbed a handful of coins on the way out of the castle just in case he needed it... but it was all gold. He hadn't even seen a copper coin in his life. "All I have is..." He stopped himself. Admitting that he had a pouch filled with nothing but gold coins was a good way to get himself mugged. "I mean... It looks like I've forgotten my pouch."

"Then piss off," the lizard shrugged. "Come back when you've got some coins to give me." Garth scowled at the language and balled his fists. He'd never been talked to like that before. He was a moment away from instinctively calling his guards to apprehend the foul-mouthed lizard when he remembered his situation and just shrugged it off.

"R-right," he said, turning his nose up at the bartender and turning away from the bar.

He looked out over the tavern's customers, examining them all and wondering which one would make the best suitor for him. His eyes eventually rested on a table where three figures sat, drinking, laughing, and playing cards. The first of the group to catch his eye was a pig, a big, fat one. He was dressed in cloth pants and a vest with no shirt under it which meant his big, hairy stomach was out for all to see.

With him was a bull, who actually wore a shirt unlike his porcine friend, though it looked ready to rip from the bull's muscles. The third figure was a coyote, not as big or muscular as the other two but still sporting an impressive muscle-gut under the baggy shirt he was wearing.

"Three at once?" Garth wondered to himself. He felt the blood in his nervous body run cold, his hands shaking and his breath quivering. He kept telling himself to keep going: he could do this. He'd fantasised about this for so long: being fucked and used by these filthy, lowly peasants. He'd dreamt of his royal, princely ass being stuffed with who knows how many cocks, his body being filled with their seed. All he had to do was go over there and turn on the charm, so to speak.

He took in a breath and set out towards the table. The three males looked over at him as he approached. Garth tried to smile and speak to them.

"H-hello," he said. "May I- I mean... _Can_I sit with you?" The three looked at each other as if the stranger had just asked something outrageous.

"How come?" the pig snorted. Garth hesitated; he didn't know how to answer that.

"I just saw you here and, um, wanted to talk with you? I'm l-looking for something..."

"Looking for something, huh?" the coyote asked. He then shrugged and scooted up to give the wolf room to sit down. Garth plopped himself down across from the big and bull, next to the coyote.

"What exactly are you looking for?" the bull asked, scowling at Garth. "You look a bit too prissy to be hanging out in a place like this, kid."

"Prissy?" Garth gave a confused look.

"Yeah, he's right," the pig grunted. "Your fur's too clean. Clothes too."

"Oh... Um, I... just washed?" Garth gulped. The three glanced at each other; they could tell there was something up with this guy, but they didn't seem to want to push the subject further.

"How old are you, boy?" the coyote asked.

"E-eighteen," answered Garth.

"Eighteen, huh? So, what _are_you looking for?" the bull asked again.

Garth braced himself. He'd never flirted before; everyone he'd been with had just been handed to him by his father. He cast his mind back to the many books he'd read in the past and tried to recall the way the characters spoke in those.

"I'm looking for... a good time...?" he said.

"Good time?" the pig echoed. "Oh, I get it..." He rested his arms on the table and leaned forward, smirking wide. "You're a little cocksucker, that it?" Garth blushed furiously and looked around, embarrassed.

"I s-suppose so," he stuttered. "I'm looking for some men to... to... you know..."

"No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?" the pig smirked mockingly. Garth didn't register the sarcasm in his voice and continued.

"To f-fuck me," he breathed.

The three males chuckled, their eyes trained on the wolf who was so much smaller and weaker than they were, his lithe form juxtaposed against their huge, hulking bodies.

"I dunno, man," the bull said. "My girl would kill me if she found out."

"Please!" Garth said, the word hurling itself past his lips before he could even think about it. His blushing deepened when he realised how desperate he sounded.

"Huh, I dunno either," the pig said. "I mean, I got a busy day and everything..." They were all being so coy about it, but Garth didn't want to lose this opportunity. These three were perfect: filthy, unwashed, uncouth; foul mouthed and, to put it bluntly, assholes. The type of assholes he'd fantasise about, lying in his bed and stroking himself off.

"P-please, I need it," Garth whined, pushing aside his pride, his desperate need for cock taking precedence.

"Maybe we should give the boy what he wants," the coyote smirked. "Come on, guys. The poor fucker's just gagging for some dick. Ain't that right, boy?"

"Um, yes," Garth nodded. He wasn't sure what that phrase meant, but it sounded correct regardless.

"Yeah? I wouldn't mind getting my dick wet, to be honest with ya," the pig reached down and groped himself, tugging at the package he had in his pants.

The bull gave a shrug, "Eh, fuck it. What my girl don't know won't kill me, right? Heh..."

The three stood up and a nervous Garth stood with them.

"So... w-we're going to do it?" he asked.

"Yeah, we'll give your ass what it needs, boy," the pig laughed. "C'mon, let's get him somewhere private." The porcine set off and Garth hastily followed, the group eyeing him with intent as they moved.

The trio had a room booked for the night and that's where they took Garth, the pig leading, the coyote closing and locking the door after them. They all turned to look at the young wolf.

"So, who are you?" the coyote asked, smirking down at the young wolf.

"Oh, um, I'm... Graham..." He couldn't give out his real name. What little the peasants knew of their prince was his species and name, it wasn't worth the risk.

"Graham, huh?" the coyote scoffed. "And where'd you get that ring, 'Graham'?" He grabbed the wolf's arm, yanking it up to display the shining golden signet ring he had on his finger. Garth's eyes went wide. His royal signet ring; he'd completely forgotten to take it off. He wore it day in day out, there was rarely a moment that thing came off and so it completely slipped his mind to remove it when dressing up to look like a peasant.

"I... found it!" Garth gulped.

"Bullshit," the coyote scoffed.

"Hey, ain't that the royal signet-thing?" the bull asked. "That's the symbol they parade around when the king makes his speeches 'n' shit!" The coyote looked into Garth's eyes.

"You're royalty, ain't ya?"

"N-no!" Garth said quickly, panic spreading across his face.

"So explain the ring," the pig snorted. "You think the royal family just goes around dropping their shit where the peasants can find it?" Garth stuttered but didn't know how to answer that.

"Tell us the truth, doggy," the coyote leaned in close. "Who are you, really?" There was a long, tense silence until Garth finally spoke up.

"I-if you do anything to me... or ransom me o-or anything, my father will kill you..."

"And your father is...?" the coyote smirked.

"T...The king..."

"Oh, shit!" The pig gave a raucous laugh. "Is this some kinda weird-ass dream? The fuckin' prince comes down and starts begging for dick?!"

"Explain yourself, princey," the coyote let go of Garth's arm and crossed his. "What's this about? You just waltz into the slums begging to suck dick?"

"E-exactly," Garth explained. "I want to be, um, fucked by p-people like you."

"People like us?" the pig asked.

"What, peasants? Commoners?" The bull scoffed. Garth nodded in reply.

"I-it's taboo for someone like me to have sex with the common folk, but I can't stop thinking about it. Every night I fantasise about people like you using me and h-having their way with me."

Garth shuffled about uncomfortably. There it was, everything out in the open. These uncouth louts knew exactly what he was and why he was there. They all looked at each other, smirking wide, intent plain on their faces.

"So, let me get this straight, kid," said the coyote. "You're telling me that the prince, _the_prince, is desperate for our dicks? So you've come down to the slums to get your ass wrecked?"

"Y-yes," Garth nodded.

"Oh, I've never fucked royalty before," the pig snorted.

"You've never fucked anyone before," the bull scoffed.

"You know," the coyote said, drawing close to the prince while his companions closed around him, "I say we give this little cocksucker what he wants."

"Damn right," the pig laughed. "Hear that, princey? We're gonna fuck you commoner style."

Garth looked up at them all, watching as the pig drew back and delivered a harsh punch to the wolf's gut, the prince's eyes going wide and his breath catching in his throat.

"Get his clothes off!" the coyote said as they all descended onto him, tearing at his clothes, ripping and tugging at them until his shirt was torn from his body, leaving his silvery chest and belly naked for the world to see. He was then hurled onto the bed, their attention turning to his pants which swiftly joined his shirt in being torn from his body, the shredded remains fluttering to the floor and leaving him completely naked.

Garth was blushing furiously, his stomach still aching from the pig's punch. This was it. He'd laid in bed for so long imagining it, and now these filthy, unwashed commoners were going to have their way with him. He looked up at the trio who, to his surprise, had started to snicker and laugh.

"Look at that thing!" the pig mocked, glaring down at the prince's crotch.

"I guess good breeding doesn't always get you a bigger dick, huh?" the bull scoffed, stepping close and grabbing at Garth's uncut, flaccid length. The wolf yelped at the bigger male's rough touch, the bull's fingers gripping his shaft tight.

"Didn't imagine the prince would have such a tiny dick," the coyote chuckled. "I'd bet the king's pretty disappointed to have a kid whose dick's so small. I know I would be."

"I...It's small?" Garth whined, watching and wriggling as the bull manhandled him, squeezing his diminutive shaft and tugging at it hard.

"It's pretty damn small, princey," the pig laughed.

Garth averted his gaze, glancing down at his length which was still enveloped by the bull's big, strong hand. He'd always been told that he was massive down there. Every suitor his father had brought him had done nothing but compliment his size. Thinking back on it, it made sense that his suitors would say or do anything to please their prince.

The bull pulled up and Garth watched as the three of them started undressing, their bigger, stronger bodies coming into view, the pig's hairy belly flopping about as the porcine tugged off his vest and yanked down his pants. Moments later they were just as naked as the prince, Garth's eyes starting at their nude forms, quickly moving down to examine the much bigger tools they were packing.

The pig and bull were uncut, like he was, while the coyote was equipped with a canine sheath, his red tip already starting to emerge from the furry thing. They all started groping and playing with themselves, pushing their hips out and displaying their cocks to the prince in a lewd and obscene display.

"On your knees," the pig grunted. Garth nodded slowly, shivering a bit at the sound of the pig's loud, authoritative voice, the voice of a peasant giving him an order. He slid off the bed and collapsed onto his knees, his tiny dick resting between his legs as he looked up at them all, their crotches just inches away from his face.

Their combined scent washed over them. Filthy, musky. It made his nose twitch and turn up, the prince grimacing as it assailed his nostrils. It was disgusting; he'd never smelt anything like it... But it was having an effect on him. He felt his body tingling as their musk flooded his nostrils, his crotch starting to twitching in response and his little, flaccid member starting to rise.

"C'mere, princey," the pig growled, grabbing Garth by the head as the trio shoved their crotches forward and rubbed their musky, sweaty cocks and balls against his helpless face. Garth yelped and whimpered, gasping as he felt the musty crotches rubbing up against his princely face, smearing his silvery, well-groomed fur in their sweat.

"O-oh, gods!" Garth gasped, whining loudly as his member hardened with increased vigour. Garth looked up at them, his vision obscured by the bigger males' manhoods, their cocks pressing against his face and rubbing all over him. The pig gripped his own fat, flaccid and hairy cock in his hand and slapped it across Garth's face, leaving a trail of sweat across the wolf's cheek, all the while Garth squirmed and whimpered underneath them.

"How's that, huh?" the pig grunted. "This is what real men look like, not that tiny thing you've got, princey!" He kept slapping his cock across Garth's face while the other two dragged their heavy nuts all over his fur. The pig then glanced down and laughed when he caught sight of the prince's cock, now grown to its full four-inch hardness. "Hey, the little slut prince really is enjoying this! Look how hard that little thing is!" He brought his foot down, pressing it against Garth's shaft and squashing it to the ground.

Garth yelped and writhed under him, body tensing up as he felt his four-inch cock being ground against the floor, the pig stepping on it cruelly.

"Little bitch," the pig snorted. "I think you should thank us for giving you our dicks like this. It's what you've always wanted, right?"

"Yeah, thank us, bitch!" the bull laughed, smacking his own semi-hard length across Garth's cheek.

Garth whimpered, still looking up at them, his cock twitching between the pig's foot and the floor. "T-thank you..." he whined, his hips instinctively humping up into the pig's foot. "Thank you for giving me this. I-I've needed it for so long..."

"That's it, bitch," the bull smirked wide.

They all felt so powerful, so in control. They had the prince of all people on his knees, thanking them for the privilege of pleasuring them, all the while he was having his tiny princely dick squashed against the floor. Garth watched as they all hardened in front of him, cocks growing longer and stiffer until they reached full mast, shafts still rubbing up against his face.

At that point the pig noticed the light humping Garth was doing to his foot, the prince's hips bucking up against the bottom of his foot, cock twitching against it.

"Haha! The little fucker's humpin' me!" the pig laughed. "You like that, huh? Slut prince?" He pressed down harder, grinding his foot against Garth's length, stroking it slow and rough and making the wolf cry out.

"Ah! Oh gods! Nnngh!" His hands snapped to the pig's foot and gripped it tight, panting loudly as his humping grew faster, his cock tip starting to glisten with pre-cum. "M-more, please, I beg you!"

"Damn, this cocksucker's thirsty as hell!" the bull laughed.

"Pathetic li'l bitch, ain't he?" the coyote smirked. "You'd think he'd have more self-respect, right?"

"I guess he needs cock more than he needs to put up his noble royal bullshit," the pig laughed. "You know, I think his mouth's been empty for too long. Open up, princey. You're about to get your first taste of commoner dick."

Garth nearly gasped aloud at the thought and opened his maw in an instant, mouth watering in anticipation of taking that disgusting, sweat pig cock inside him. The pig wasted no time, grabbing his head fur and ramming his cock into the prince's mouth, the wolf's eyes going wide as the musky taste assaulted his taste buds, making his head swim as he was made to take the fat piggy cock down his throat.

"Mmm! Suck on it, princey!" the pig grunted. He forced himself deeper, leaking pre onto Garth's tongue. The prince gasped and choked on the huge thing, so much bigger than his own dick, his throat bulging slightly as it took inch after inch of aching porcine length inside it.

"Mrrph! Unngh!" Garth groaned and gagged on it. He hadn't sucked much cock in his life. He'd managed to order his lion to top him when they were roleplaying, but he was nowhere near as big as the pig.

"C'mon, you can take it!" the pig laughed. "Take it all, cocksucker!"

"Mrrrpph!" Garth groaned loudly, eyes watering. He forced back his gag reflex as much as he could and took in deep, slow breaths through his nose, their combined musk flooding his nostrils every time he did.

The other two males stroked off nearby, the bull soon reaching down and grabbing Garth's arm, yanking it up and rubbing his manhood against the prince's hand.

"Hey, bitch, you got two hands just sitting there! Stroke us off, yeah?" the bull grunted, watching as the wolf obediently closed his hand around his aching shaft. He reached up with his other hand to take the coyote's erect canine dick. A moment later and he was stroking the two off while the pig fucked his face, those fat, hairy hips of his working back and forth as he pistoned his cock in and out of the prince's maw.

The prince could feel those hairy nuts of the pig's slapping against his furry chin with every hard, deep forward thrust that he gave, the bigger male's foot still grinding Garth's little cock, stroking and rubbing at it and making the wolf squirm in submission.

Garth felt filthy. He should feel ashamed of himself; he was the prince, he shouldn't be mingling with the common folk let alone letting three of them fuck him like this like some common street whore... He was a filthy, disgusting shame on his royal family. It would serve him right if his father banned him from the castle forever...

But Garth couldn't get enough of it. The smells, feels, and tastes of filthy commoner sex overwhelmed him, made his body quiver and shake, made his legs feel weak. He was a filthy whore and he was loving it. He was a bitch for the common people to use, despite his royal status. His father would be so ashamed if he ever saw his son like this... But he didn't care.

Garth hadn't even had any standards when seeking commoners to fuck him. This pig was fat, sweaty, uncouth, and generally disgusting. His fat belly rested on top of Garth's head as that fat, hairy cock rammed his face hard and deep, making him choke with every push, but all of that just turned Garth on more. Not only was he being fucked by commoners, he was being fucked by the most filthy, loutish and degrading commoners he could find.

"Mm! Mrrrrph!" Garth kept moaning around the cock in his mouth, his head starting to bob up and down on the shaft, tongue licking all over it, lathering it in spit and making the pig moan his approval.

"That's it, princey. Suck my dick good." The pig kept humping into him, hand gripping him firmly and balls swinging to and fro, all the while Garth stroked the bull and coyote off, hands working swiftly up and down their throbbing hard cocks.

The pig fucked him harder and faster. His grip tightened on the wolf's fur as he worked back and forth, grunting loudly and pulling the prince close, shoving the wolf's nose against his hairy crotch as he fucked him.

"Mm! Keep going! G-gonna fill your fuckin' mouth!" the pig snorted, driving his cock in and out of the prince's slutty little face as fast as his fat piggy hips would go.

Garth kept sucking and gagging on the cock, tongue flitting across it. He felt the pig tensing up, his cock pouring pre-cum into Garth's mouth as the prince's maw swiftly pushed him towards boiling point.

The pig cursed and grunted, body shaking as his orgasm drew ever closer until he couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust everything he had down Garth's throat, making the wolf choke louder on his shaft as he finally reached climax and erupted down Garth's throat, flooding the bitch prince's body with his hot, musky load.

"Mrrphh!!" Garth gave a loud, muffled cry as the stuff filled his mouth and was pumped down his throat.

"Swallow it, princey!" the pig grunted. "Swallow my fuckin' cum!" He kept slamming away at Garth's face as he came, giving a few hard, deep thrusts, each one coaxing several more ropes of cum from his fat, heavy balls.

The salty, musky taste flooded Garth's mouth, the stuff spilling out around the pig's cock, Garth barely able to take all of it inside of him. He was made to gulp it all down, the pig draining his balls down the prince's throat, filling his stomach with the stuff until he finally pulled out and fired a couple final ropes of jizz across Garth's gasping face.

"Ohh!" Garth groaned, coughing and spluttering, whining loudly. "M-mercy! I n-need a moment!"

"A moment, he says!" the pig laughed.

"Yeah, well we ain't got a moment, cocksucker!" the coyote scoffed, grabbing the prince's head and forcing him to look up as the pig cleaned his cock on Garth's face, smearing him with excess cum.

"Hey, boys," the pig smirked. "You ever thing princey here's eaten ass?"

"Eaten... ass...?" Garth gave a confused look, unfamiliar with the phrase.

"What, you really think a guy like him's eaten ass before?" the bull asked.

"Yeah, good point," the pig shrugged, still wearing a wide smirk on his face as he turned around and presented the wolf with his fat, hairy ass. "Go on, princey. Kiss it first."

"Kiss...?" Garth stared at the rump presented to him.

"Yeah, you heard him!" the bull said, gripping Garth by the head and pushing him against one of the pig's chubby cheeks. "Kiss his ass, princey!" The trio all laughed as Garth's face was smooshed up against the pig's behind, sweat smearing across his fur, the smell invading his nose and his hands dropping from the cocks he was stroking to grab at the pig's waist for support.

"Hurry it up!" the pig snorted. "Kiss my ass!" Garth groaned in response, but he was the bitch here and he had to do whatever these big, superior men told him to. With a submissive whimper he puckered his lips and gave the pig's hairy ass a kiss, eliciting more wicked, mocking laughs from the three.

"Keep going!" the coyote said, jerking himself off as he watched the prince place several long, sloppy kisses across the pig's ass.

"You know, if you told me this morning that I'd have the prince kissing my ass, I'd have called you a crazy piece of shit!" the pig roared with laughter, his voice ringing in Garth's ears. The jeers and mocking being hurled at him just made him feel filthier, adding to his humiliation and making his cock throb even harder. He was such a filthy little whore.

"Get him on my hole," the pig said. "I want his tongue in there!"

"You heard him," the bull smirked, dragging Garth's face between the pig's cheeks and forcing his muzzle against the tight piggy hole.

"Mrrphh!" Garth gasped in shock. He'd never read about this, even in his pornography books. He wasn't sure what he was expected to do.

Luckily the pig was quick to direct him. "Lick it, slut!" Garth whined in reply. Lick this lout's hole? The thought disgusted him, made him grimace and scowl, the very thought of having his tongue anywhere near another man's hole, commoner or not, abhorred him.

He opened up and pushed his tongue out, wincing as he felt it pressing up against the pig's waiting entrance. The taste hit him like a runaway carriage, attacking his taste buds and making him retch at the strange, alien taste.

"Ah, don't be a pussy!" the bull laughed, pushing him down harder against the pig's hole. "Get your tongue in there and eat him out already! And be quick about it, I need to shove my dick in something already!"

Garth gasped and moaned, tongue flitting across the hole, the pig looking over his shoulder and smirking at the degraded prince. He was going to smell like peasant ass for weeks if not longer.

"Get it in there," the pig ordered. "Get it in deep." Garth hesitated nervously but did as the bigger male ordered and finally thrust his tongue into the porcine's asshole, grimacing the whole time as he was forced to tongue him as deep as he could, tongue pressing against the pig's walls and making the fat male squirm and moan in pleasure.

"Oooh, princey's a natural!" he gasped, pressing back and grinding his ass against Garth's face. Garth kept licking, tongue exploring the depths of the piggy's ass, his head held against the tight asshole the whole time. The taste and smell overwhelmed the inexperienced wolf. The whole ordeal was too much for him; his vision was already spinning, heart in his throat. His cock was throbbing between his legs the whole time, refusing to soften in the least, evidence of how much the prissy, well-groomed prince was truly enjoying being treated like a filthy whore by these common thugs.

Garth had his face shoved between the pig's fat cheeks for a few moments longer before being yanked back, the wolf gasping and panting, face covered in sweat, the taste of pig ass fresh in his maw.

He barely had time to wonder what the three men had in store for him next before the coyote spoke up.

"Bend him over!" he said, the bull pulling Garth to his trembling feet and then hurling him across the bed before gripping his tail and yanking it up to reveal his petite lupine rump.

This was it, he thought. He was going to lose his anal virginity. These peasants were going to fuck him, shove their maleness up his ass and breed him until his royal ass was filled with their seed. He gasped when he felt bull and coyote groping at his cheeks.

"Damn, it's so soft!" the bull smirked, squeezing hard at one of the cheeks. "Almost like a girl's!" Garth just lay there, blushing furiously, his ass pushed out and presented to the three men. The bull continued, "Looks a bit too perfect, don't it? I think it should look a bit redder."

"Oh, damn right," the coyote grinned wide.

"Huh...?" Garth whined, looking over his shoulder as the bull raised his hand and then delivered a single harsh smack across the wolf's cheeks.

"Ahh!" Garth cried out, burying his head into the sheets and gripping them tight. The bull brought down another smack, and then another, the sound of his palm meeting the prince's ass echoing around the room. A couple of particularly hard smacks even had his two companions wince at the sound of it, Garth crying out and yelping the whole time, eyes watering from the pain.

"Stop!" Garth begged. "M-mercy! It hurts!"

"Yeah, I bet it does," the bull scoffed. He didn't let up; he kept spanking away at Garth's ass, making him cry out with every ruthless blow that he gave. Garth shook and quaked underneath him.

"Oh, gods!" he moaned. His cock kept throbbing despite the pain. He recalled seeing some of his servants punished in a similar manner when they acted out or angered his father. Stripped naked, their naked body punished like this... And now he was experiencing the same thing that his servants did.

"Oh gods..." he whimpered again. The bull glanced over at the ring the prince was wearing, his hand being brought down once more on the furry wolf ass.

"That ring," he said. "That's a royal thing, right?"

"Y-yes," Garth whined. "A s-signet ring, only the prince may wear it."

"That right?" the bull chuckled and reached over, gripping the ring and pulling it from the prince's finger.

"What are you doing...?" Garth whimpered, looking up at the bull who slipped it over his ring finger. A tight fit, but he still got it on.

"Hey, boys!" he laughed, displaying the ring to everyone. "Look at me! I'm the prince!"

"You're a royal dumbass," the pig scoffed. The bull turned his attention back to Garth and grabbed one of his sore, red cheeks. Garth gasped; merely touching his rump at that point made his cheeks burn with pain.

"You hear me?" the bull grunted. "I'm the prince now! So you better start calling me 'Sir'!"

"What?!" Garth glared at him in shock. He'd never referred to someone like that before. He was the prince, why should he? And now this bull was demanding he be shown the same respect Garth's servants would show to him...

"You heard me!" the bull growled, slapping his hand across Garth's ass once again. "I've got the ring, that means you call me 'Sir'! Say it!" Smack!

"Ahh! B-but...!" Garth whimpered.

"Say it, little bitch!" the bull raised his voice, smacking Garth's ass again and making him cry out.

"Ahh! I- I..." Garth gulped. To call another man, a commoner, Sir... He breathed out a slow, quivering breath and swallowed his pride. "S...Sir..."

"Louder!" the bull ordered, the spanking continuing.

"Ah! S-Sir!! Sir!!" Garth writhed about, pulling at the bedsheets, cock drooling pre-cum down his shaft as he was abused and humiliated.

"That's it, little bitch! What are you?" the bull laughed, his two companions jerking themselves off nearby, the pig having hardened to full mast once again.

"I-I'm a little bitch!" Garth cried. "I'm a little bitch, Sir!" The three males all laughed at him, the proud prince degrading himself for these horny peasants.

The bull delivered one more smack to Garth's ass before leaping on top of him, pinning him underneath his strong, hefty body, his fat, uncut cock pressing between Garth's abused cheeks and rubbing up against his virginal hole.

"You want this? Huh?" the bull grunted into Garth's ear, grinding his rod against the royal asshole.

Garth gulped and, voice trembling, answered, "Y-yes, Sir. I n-need it. Please..."

"Mm, keep begging, cocksucker," the bull breathed, pushing his aching cock tip against the hole, threatening to penetrate him at any second.

"Please, Sir," Garth whined, his voice high-pitched, submissive and pathetic. "I need you inside me, Sir."

"Mmm... Keep going," the bull instructed, his hips pushing forward. Garth gasped; he could feel his hole starting to stretch around the shaft.

"Fuck me!" Garth cried out, pushing back, his body screaming for cock. "Fuck me, Sir! I need your cock inside me!"

"That's it, slut!" the bull gave a victorious laugh and pistoned forward, ramming several hard inches into the wolf's tight ass, Garth crying out and tilting his head up as he gave a deafening howl of pain, his ass being filled with aching bull cock.

"Ahh! Oh gods! Oh gods!!" Garth panted, cheeks a wet mess of tears as he felt that bull ramming his manhood deeper into his royal ass, stretching him painfully, all the while the pig and coyote watched, pleasuring themselves and enjoying the sight of this prissy, holier-than-thou prince having his ass railed.

"How's that feel, bitch?" the bull grunted, pistoning forward and ramming several more inches of cock into his bitch's body.

"A-amazing!" Garth cried out, eyes wide as he was penetrated and violated. "A-amazing, Sir! More, please! B-breed me! Take my virginity, please!!" The bull was more than happy to do so. He thrust in harder, finally hilting inside the prince, his entire nine inches resting inside of the wolf, pulsing against his walls.

Garth could feel it grinding inside of him; he could feel every inch of that huge fuckstick throbbing in his passage, the bull pushing his hips against Garth's sore cheeks and making the wolf wriggle underneath him. He brought his hands around Garth's body, pulling him close and holding him in place as he began fucking the prince's boy cunt. He withdrew all but the tip of his cock before slamming it all inside again, Garth on the verge of sobbing as he was mercilessly fucked and used.

"Mmm! Sir!" Garth cried. "Oh, gods! Y-you're huge, Sir! I've n-never felt anything like this before!"

"Heh, keep moaning, bitch! I love it when my sluts moan!" the bull grunted, his thick hips working up and down, back and forth, ramming his massive fuckstick in and out of Garth's slutty little hole.

Garth gasped when he felt the bull reach down and grip his small cock tight, tugging and pulling at it, stroking it mockingly.

"This tiny thing's still hard as a fuckin' rock," he smirked. "You're really enjoying this, ain't ya?"

"Mm! Y-yes!" Garth whimpered. "I l-love it, Sir!"

The bull kept fucking, tugging at Garth's tiny dick as he went, Garth moaning submissively underneath him as he was relentlessly bred and fucked.

"Tell me how much you love it," the bull growled into the prince's ear.

"I... Unnnf!" Garth gasped as the bull managed to thrust in particularly deep, his cock slamming against the prince's prostate and forcing a rope of thick pre from Garth's four-incher. "Oh, gods, Sir! I love your cock! F-fuck me harder, Sir! I need it so much! I- I'm not a prince, I'm a whore! I'm a cheap whore!!"

"Fuck yeah, you are!" the bull laughed, his pounding reaching peak speed, the wolf's moans intensifying along with his movements.

"Ooh, Sir!!" Garth cried. He pushed back on the bull's cock, letting every inch of that rod be shoved into him. "T-thank you, Sir! Thank you! Thank you for putting me in my place, Sir! I'm a filthy whore!" His desperate words, dripping with need, spurred the bull on further, his hips working furiously at Garth's ass, fucking him as hard as he could, the bed squeaking under them, the wooden slats underneath threatening to give out and splinter underneath the aggressive fucking.

"Fuck!" the bull grunted. "Fucking tight little bitch! You want my load, huh?"

"Oh, gods, yes!" Garth whimpered. "F-fill me, please! I want your seed!" The bull kept going, holding him close, his grasp on the prince's cock tightening as he rammed forward, balls tensing up until he finally reached boiling point and thrust in deep, erupting inside Garth's royal ass and flooding his bowels with his hot cum.

"Ahhh!" Garth gasped out, burying his face into the bedsheets as he felt another male filling his body for the first time, his anal virginity thoroughly taken, the walls of his ass covered in cum, his body filled with the stuff. He lay on the bed, panting as the bull gave him a few more humps, emptying the last few drops of cum into the prince before slowly slipping his cock out of him. Garth groaned, the cool air blowing over his sensitive and stretched hole.

The bull stepped back, cock twitching, leaking a few drops of cum from his foreskin and onto the ground below. The coyote didn't even give the prince a chance to recover before he drew close and grabbed him by the waist, flipping him over onto his back and lifting his furry legs up, his own canine cock pushing up against the wolf's dripping hole. Garth looked up at him, the coyote baring down on him, driving forward and slipping his cock inside the prince's cum-filled hole. Garth gasped, feeling himself once again being filled by another man's length. He gripped at the bedsheets, his own cock twitching hard, leaking pre-cum onto the fur of his belly.

"Shit, sloppy seconds and you're still tight as fuck!" the coyote grunted, pistoning forth and slamming his cock into Garth's body, the prince yelping as he felt the knot pressing up against him.

"Mmm! Ohhh..." Garth whined, his vision blurring as the coyote started pounding away at him. He fucked hard and fast, but kept the knot out of him for now; he wasn't planning on tying with him just yet. He glanced down at the prince's cock, bouncing against his belly as Garth's body shook along with the canine's movements.

"You really are a tiny little bitch," the coyote scoffed, gripping the prince's dick and starting to stroke it as he fucked.

"Y-yes, Sir! A tiny little bitch!" Garth whimpered, squirming underneath the canine.

As the coyote picked up the pace, knot ever threatening to force itself in and tie the two together, the pig climbed up on the bed. Garth's vision was obscured by fat, hairy pig crotch in moments, the porcine kneeling over him, a leg on either side of Garth's body and his cock once again shoved in the wolf's face.

"Time for another taste, princey!" the pig smirked, gripping his hair and grinding his balls into his face. Garth whined and opened up, taking one of the big, hairy orbs into his maw and suckling on it while his ass continued to take a hard, deep pounding from the canine between his legs.

The pig held him close, watching as the bitch sucked on his fat nuts, that lupine tongue licking all over him, slathering his crotch with his spit, his fat pig cock leaking pre onto Garth's face fur. He kept the wolf sucking on his balls for a bit longer before pulling him back and shoving Garth's maw down on his cock, the girthy rod being rammed down the prince's slutty throat.

Garth readily sucked on it, huffing through his nose and lapping at it, tongue delving into the foreskin to clean the cock head of the thick pre-cum leaking from it. He gulped the stuff down eagerly, savouring the taste, fully giving in to his baser needs, his ass clenching on the cock in his ass as the coyote pounded him harder, deeper. That knot was going in any second.

The prince was still sucking on the hard pig cock when he felt the coyote swollen, bulbous knot straining against his hole. His eyes went wide and he gasped out when he felt his ass stretching wide and painfully around the thick thing, the coyote pulling back before driving in hard, spearing Garth on his manhood and finally tying with him, his knot forcing its way into the prince's body.

"Mrrrpph!!" Garth cried out around the dick in his mouth, ass pulsing with pain as the coyote filled him up, humping into him as his knot tied them together, his furry, canine balls preparing to unload inside Garth's fuckhole at any second. A few more hard humps was all it took, his knot pressing and rubbing against Garth's walls, his tip slamming against the wolf's sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure through the prince's whole body.

Garth could feel his cock tensing up, the coyote still jerking it, occasionally throwing out a mocking jeer at the prince's size. Garth could feel the coyote's hand gripping him tighter, squeezing him, stroking it furiously as the canine drew close to orgasm, cock pulsing hard before finally firing off several hot loads of cum into Garth's body, adding to the already copious amounts inside him.

"Ohh fuck! Mmm! Take it, you fuckin' slut!" the coyote growled, hilting inside his bitch as he came, balls pulsing as they emptied themselves inside the eager slut.

Garth gave muffled moans around the piggy dick currently slammed down his throat, porcine balls pressed against his chin. He could feel the coyote's load splattering across his prostate, his huge shaft grinding against it, driving him wild. Garth flailed around, grabbing onto the pig's fat thighs for support as the myriad sensations overwhelmed him.

He humped up into the coyote's grip, toes curling and body tensing.

"Mrrphh!!" he gave a loud moan around the pig's cock, thrusting upwards and blowing his load all over his own body, coating his belly with the stuff, his cum splattering over the pig's back and covering him with the stuff. The pig chuckled and looked over his shoulder to watch the bitch cum.

"That's a lot of jizz for a tiny dick," the pig snorted, humping into Garth's mouth, ready to blow his second load down his throat.

"Sure is," the coyote chuckled, slapping Garth's spent, sensitive cock and making the wolf whine. With a grunt, he started to pull back, knot tugging at Garth's stretched asshole. He yanked backwards, soon managing to tear the knot from Garth's body, the wolf almost being pulled off the bed from the force.

His legs dropped down and Garth lay there, legs dangling off the bed, his mouth filled with cock, the pig fucking him with increasing speed. Garth looked up into the pig's eyes, a submissive look on his disgraced princely face.

"Keep sucking," the pig ordered. "Gonna fill your fucking mouth."

"Mm! Mrrr!" Garth moaned, sucking harder on the pig's cock, eager to once again taste the powerful, musky taste of another male's seed.

He didn't have to wait long. The pig rammed in and out of him, fucking his face and making the wolf deepthroat his massive, fat rod until he was ready to unload inside of him. He was still fucking Garth's face as he came, pumping the prince's mouth full of his load before he suddenly pulled out, hand gripping his shaft and stroking it fervently as he shot the remaining loads all over Garth's face.

"Ohh gods!" Garth moaned once he'd gulped down most of the stuff while any excess dripped down his chin, the warm stuff matting and staining his fur. "Thank you, Sirs! T-thank you so much!"

"Mm, that's it!" the pig grunted, finishing up over Garth's face and wiping his cock clean on his fur. "Let's hear that again. Thank us for our cocks, princey."

"T-thank you," Garth whimpered. "Thank you for your cocks, Sirs."

"Good bitch," the pig smirked, slapping his cock hard across Garth's face and then climbing off the bed.

Garth lay there, spent and totally exhausted. He was covered in cum, both his own and the trio's while both his holes leaked with the stuff.

"Thank... you..." Garth groaned once again.

"We really did a number on him," the bull laughed.

"Poor princey," the pig scoffed. "What, can't handle commoner cock after all?" Garth gave an ineligible groan in reply.

"So, what d'we do with him?" the coyote asked. "Keep him here? Ransom?"

"Fuck no," the pig said. "You heard what he said, we get caught it's execution city for us."

"How 'bout we just ditch him?" the bull shrugged. "We'll get a damn pretty penny for this ring." He held up his hand, still adorned with the prince's signet ring.

"Ditch him?" the pig echoed. "Sounds good to me."

The pig approached the panting wolf, leaning forward and bringing his face close to Garth's.

"Next time you need some dick, you come right here to us. That clear, princey?"

"Y-yes, Si- mrrph!" Garth gasped when his mouth was suddenly filled with pig tongue, the fat male kissing him forcibly, tasting his own tongue on Garth's mouth, the wolf squirming underneath him as he rammed his tongue deep down his throat before pulling up and stepping back.

"You don't have to answer, I know you'll be back," the pig smirked. "I've been with thirsty sluts like you before. You're gonna come crawling back for our cocks."

Garth whimpered in reply. It was true, every word of it. He knew he'd be back, crawling back to these thugs for another round of abuse, fucking and humiliation. He watched as the trio dressed themselves, the pig then grabbing Garth and hoisting him up.

"Let's go, princey," he grunted, carrying him over his shoulder.

"W-wait," Garth groaned. "Clothes... My clothes..." Garth didn't know if the trio couldn't hear his weakened voice or were just not listening, but they didn't seem to care about the prince's lack of clothes.

They got a few odd looks as they descended the stairs and left the tavern, but this wasn't the first semi-conscious cum-drenched whore they'd dragged out their room, so they were mostly left unbothered.

"Just ditch him around here," the bull shrugged, stepping out of the tavern with the pig still carrying the defiled prince.

"Gotcha," the pig said, nonchalantly dumping Garth down on the ground, right in the filth and dirt, mud clinging to his once pristine fur.

"We'll see you later, cocksucker," the coyote smirked.

And with that, the trio returned inside, leaving the used, humiliated and thoroughly spent prince in the mud. Garth felt like he could pass out, but he managed to force himself to his feet, legs trembling and shaking, his now flaccid cock waving about between his legs. He needed to get back to the castle...

He got more than a few dirty looks from the peasants as he went. They all figured him for some kind of drunkard, stumbling about, limping, covered in various filthy and fluids, not a single shred of clothing on him. He managed to get back to the secret passage in his state, however, just in time to see his servant emerging from it with a panicked look on his face. The lion stopped when he caught sight of his prince.

"Sir! I was so-" He stopped in horror when he noticed the state Garth was in. "G-gods above, what happened to you?! What did t-those bastards do to you?!"

"I'm fine-"

"I-I'll inform the king; he'll bring the guard down on the entire slums!"

"Enough-"

"H-how dare they do this to you?! I- I knew we shouldn't have done thi-"

"Enough!" Garth yelled, his voice shocking the lion into silence. "I asked for this... More or less..."

"You... I'm confused..."

Garth looked into his lion's eyes, lips twisting into a weak smile.

"The men I met satisfied me more than any noble father has ever brought me," he said. "They did... so many things to me..." His lion was at a loss for words. His prince looked a complete mess to put it lightly, and yet the prince was telling him that he _enjoyed_it?

"Come, take me to my chambers," Garth said, stepping towards the passage. "I'll explain everything." The lion followed him, the two of them climbing down the ladder and closing the trapdoor after themselves. Garth told his servant everything. How he'd sucked cock, been spanked, degraded, mocked and humiliated, used like a common street whore. His lion listened in a combination shock awe and genuine interest. He was particularly shocked at how they'd forced his prince to eat out the pig's fat, sweaty ass. All the time the lion was shuffling about, blushing a bit and trying to hide the increasingly hard package he was getting in his trousers.

Garth had just finished recalling everything that had happened by the time they reached the secret door leading back to the castle hallways.

"T-they did all that to you?" the lion asked.

"They did," Garth nodded. "It was the best thing I've ever felt."

"I... am in shock, Sir..."

"Oh, don't act like you're not interested," the prince smirked. "I have noticed that bulge you're sporting."

"Ah! I-I'm sorry, it's not- I wasn't-"

"It's fine," Garth chuckled. He was about to open the door but stopped himself. "I... need clothes."

"Oh! Of course!" the lion said. "I-I'll be back in a moment, Sir!"

With that he rushed off and returned a few moments later with some cloths to clean the grime and cum from Garth's fur as well as some clothing. Moments later Garth was as clean as he was going to be and dressed in his usual fanciful clothing, though he could still feel the cum leaking out of his ass and into the inside of his trousers.

"I'll take you to your chambers, Sir," the lion said. Garth followed, the various guards and workers they passed none the wiser over what their beloved prince had just been doing or the amount of cock he'd taken.

Garth flopped onto his bed when they arrived, groaning softly, ass and body still aching.

"You must be tired," the lion said. "Should I leave you to rest?"

"Yes," Garth nodded. He stopped the lion as he turned to leave. "Oh... And come back here later tonight. I have things I want to try with you." His lion gulped nervously and nodded.

"Y...Yes, Sir," he said obediently, turning to leave, wondering what in the world the prince might want to try with him after what he experienced mixing with the commonfolk...

THE END