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It's Good to be The King (OC Stallion, King Grover, CTF)

Vex shivered in the chilled dark of the dungeon cell in which he had found himself- never would the pegasus have expected to be facing the situation that was now upon him. A tribute? To the griffons of all things… not any griffon, King Grover himself. He’d never seen the griffon King, but he had heard of just how fierce he was reputed to be, and his armies were known across the land to be the most skilled and terrifying that could be faced.

Perhaps that is why the tribute had been called. The Celestial Diarchy must have been threatened by King Grover and knew that their newly established Guard couldn’t face off the strength of the griffons, Vex pondered to himself in the darkness. That must be why they had called for this primitive ritual… he’d been chosen by random lot to be the one sent to Griffonstone to appease the warlike nature of the King and ensure peace between the Kingdoms. He never felt like a lucky soul, but truly this luck was the worst he’d ever had.

What would they do to him, he wondered. Was he to be held as a captive worker? No, he was the only tribute pony, and while surely more would follow in years to come it was just him now. No, they wouldn’t use a single pony as a worker. Maybe they meant for him to be a curiosity? Part of the King’s menagerie, to be ogled and gocked at like a zoo critter for the rest of his life. Vex shuddered at the thought; it seemed like something a King like Grover might do to a pony, and he was a unique specimen for sure, his coat a stony grey, born defective without wings, but still keeping the distinctive feathers in his tail that marked his breed of mountain pegasi.

A sudden clank from the door jarred his thoughts, the pegasus jumping slightly, rattling the chains around his hooves. Bright light flooded the cell as the thick wood and wrought iron door creaked open and two armored griffons stepped through. The made their way to him, one male, one female by the looks of their plumage, mottled with greys and brown, and clad in identical sets of polished bronze armor that bore a winged crest upon the breast, orange plumes cocked high atop their helmets.

“On your hooves, pony.” The female spoke sharply.

Vex looked her over for a moment, eyes darting between her and the male as he approached with the key for the locks that held him tethered to the cell wall. His mind raced to think up a plan, if he could push through these two with haste the moment he was unlocked, he could throw the door shut behind him and make a dash through the-

“I said on your hooves!” The female guard roared, grabbing hold of the nape of Vex’s neck with her talon and heaving him up with apparent ease, his eyes growing wide at her surprising strength. She held him painfully tight, her wicked talons held perilously on his throat, preventing any chance of escape as the male guard unshackled him and bucked a thick collar onto his neck, tightening it into place and attaching a chain lead to a ring hung from its edge.

“Now get moving! To the hall!” The guard forcefully let go, whipping her tail harshly to hit his flank.

Vex stumbled out into the light of the corridor, the two griffons flanking him on either side with one holding the lead and tugging his collar sharply. His hoofbeats echoed in sharp contrast to the soft steps of paws and talons as he was led up long winding staircases that spiraled upward through the hewn mountain beneath the Great Tree of Griffonstone. In any other context he might have felt at home in these stony corridors, but he dreaded what was to come, knowing he was being taken to the King.

The corridors turned from solid stone to built masonry to carved wood as the three ascended, the staircases finally ending after countless flights that left Vex panting, the griffons seemingly accustomed to the exertion. They pushed through a thick door that took them out into a lavishly decorated hall, built into the hollow innards of the great tree, the ceiling soaring higher and broader than any structure he’d seen built by the Sisters in Everfree, his breath taken for a moment in the grandeur of the space.

An immense carpet stretched the length of the hall, richly colored and warm beneath Vex’s hooves, a welcome change from the cold stone deep below. The guards took him the length of the hall to a gilded double door of tremendous size, which sat ajar enough that one could enter through it but not easily see what lay beyond. The female guard nodded to the male who tugged the chain that held Vex’s collar, indicating for him to stop where he stood as the female slipped through the door.

A trio of griffons caught Vex’s eye, standing off to the side of this grand entrance, each wearing intricately patterned robes of richly hued samite, draped around their feathery forms. They whispered amongst each other, looking pegasus over carefully but not approaching. One of the three narrowed their eyes, their purple tipped crest feathers puffing up with consternation. Vex quickly averted his gaze from the three, turning his head to look straight down at his hooves, not wishing to upset anyone important here in the hall by staring at them, looking for anything at all he could do to ameliorate his situation.

The minutes seemed like hours to Vex, slowly drawing in his breath and then letting it out to calm his nerves. After an excruciating wait the female guard’s head appeared from around the edge of the door, looking toward the male guard and chirping lowly. He then tugged Vex’s chain and led him through the doors.

He kept his gaze low, jumping visibly as the doors were forced shut behind him with a resonating thud that reverberated around the smaller chamber he was now in. Slowly he looked up from his hooves to take in his new surroundings, not noticing the two guards bowed low as his gaze travelled along another carpet that led to a set of stairs reaching up to a raised platform, the summit of which was graced by an involute nest of braided limbs of vines, lined with shimmering purple silk. A griffon of startling size sat within the wreath-like nest, feathers and fur a dusty brown with a mask of cream behind a sharp hooked yellow beak. The griffon wore a scarf of flowing purple silk, marked by a golden cockade that bore the same crest as the armor of the guards that held him captive, and a dense, radiant crown of solid gold rested upon the griffon’s head, shining in the multi-hued light which shone down upon the chambers through stained windows high in the vaulted rafters.

The King… there was no doubt that this was him, Vex was certain of it. For now the King’s attention was off his side, talking in hushed tones with a smaller snowy white griffoness who wore similarly stark white robes. She glanced down at the pony for a moment before focusing back on the King as they spoke secrets betwixt them that he couldn’t hope to hear. She produced a small corked vial of clear fluid and held it out to the King, who took it in an immense talon and looked it over pensively in the light.

A glint of light captured the attention of the enthralled pony, looking to the other side of the King and seeing what looked like a tremendous chalice of glistering electrum, wonderously worked into the shape of a curled wing which flowed like petrified fire upon a griffon’s talon, cradling a hoof sized sphere of gemstone the likes of which Vex had never imagined, glimmering with an unearthly light of many hued bands that transfixed his eyes, radiating with a magical power and authority that he could sense palpably in the air.

Vex’s spell of wonderment was broken by the sound of a booming voice, amplified by the acoustics of the hall’s architecture.

“Will the pony not bow in my presence?” It said.

Vex’s eyes widened in fear, how could he have forgotten to do such a thing? Surely this would not be good for him…

“A-ah! Your Majesty! Please forgive me I a-ah… I was awed by the magnificence of your hall and such courtesy slipped from my mind.” He replied shakily, a bead of sweat upon his brow as he bowed deeply, his muzzle nearly touching the floor as the musty scent of the carpet assailed his nose. How could he have been so stupid, kicking himself silently within his mind for his haphazard response to the transgression.

“Is that so?” The King said, taking an excruciatingly long moment to think before continuing. “Rise, pony, that our gaze may meet.”

Without hesitation Vex looked up toward King Grover, the griffon’s piercing yellow eyed gaze seeming to look into him. He dared not say a word.

“If any of my subjects were to act so discourteously to their King, their wings would be clipped and I would have them thrown from the canopy of our Tree.” He says with assured conviction, his tone dangerous. “It seems by the look of you, only the latter act would be required.”

Vex’s heart beat rapidly, his fear visible. “Y-your Majesty, I a-ah, I would never impugne you or your throne w-willingly, please forg- ... “ He starts, voice trembling.

The pegasus was cut short by a booming laugh that echoed around the hall from King Grover, who slowly rose from the nest, his size all the more apparent as he ruffled his feathers and stretched his wings. “You amuse me, pony! Your eagerness to beg for my pardon does you well.” he starts, descending the steps beneath the nest. “But worry not wingless one, you wouldn’t be much use to me dashed upon the rocks at the base of my mountain.”

Vex swallows hard, taking a deep breath and nodding lightly as the griffon King approaches him down the steps. He finds himself looking up at the griffon who towered above him by two heads in height, his powerful frame imposing against his own. Grover rustled his feathers, now standing right before the pegasus and gazing down upon him directly. He brings a thick talon up beneath Vex’s chin, easily turning his head upward.

“Will you serve your King?” He asks plainly, face expressionless.

“Y-Yes, your Majesty...” Vex replies after a speechless moment, deciding it was best to agree now and think of escape someday later.

The edges of Grover’s beak turn up in a smile. “Good. That I what I was hoping to hear.” He says, letting go of Vex’s chin gently. “I am going to give you your first order as my subject. Will you obey me?”

Vex nods.

King Grover’s eyes narrow devilishly as he holds the small crystal vial of liquid up in front of Vex’s eyes. “Drink it.”

The pegasus looks between the vial and the King with confusion, but knows that he daren’t defy the King. He gulps, nodding slowly, lifting up a forehoof to take hold of the vial, glancing around at the other griffons in the hall- their eyes were all on him. He then inspects the vial, looking through the cut crystal facets to see the clear liquid sloshing from side to side. With slight hesitation he pulls the cork out with his teeth, letting it drop before bringing the edge of the vial to his lips and tipping it back.

He nearly gags as the liquid reaches his tongue, it was thick, rather slimy, and unexpectedly warm, with a perplexing tanginess. The pegasus shudders and forces himself to swallow, unable to help the expression upon his face, which the King seems to delight in. Vex’s stomach churns almost immediately, a bubbly feeling building up within his gut, causing him to cough and shiver before it subside, leaving behind a gentle tingle and lightheadedness, the pegasus swaying a bit from side to side on his hooves.

King Grover turned to the white griffoness and the Guards, motioning with a wing. “Leave us now.” he said firmly, the griffons rushing to obey without delay.

Vex felt a strange convulsion come over him, building up at the tip of his spine and travelling along it, making him shudder deeply as he felt his muscles tense and stiffen, heart racing as he felt blush run to his grey furred cheeks and a stirring between his legs.

“Wh-... what was in that?” The pegasus groans softly.

“A little bit of magic that my alchemist Galatia concocted. It ought to be a marvel, really, it’s rare that I get to enjoy a pony in any way.” Grover says, grinning lightly as he circles around Vex, his tail swishing from side to side eagerly. He raises a talon to Vex’s back, tracing its sharp tip along the crest of Vex’s spine, noting with great delight how the touch seemed magnified for Vex. “We shall see how it works in the end.”

Vex was barely able to listen to the King speak, his distraction clouding his mind, blood rushing to his nethers which were becoming quite noticeably engorged. He groans once more, feeling himself grow harder by the minute, blushing bright as his shaft twitches and aches, legs wobbly and trembling. “W-wha… w-what is it doing…” He murmurs, tense desire echoing in his voice as he fought the urge to raise a hoof and touch himself.

King Grover tilted his head curiously. “Mm… it’s doing what it’s meant to do. What, aren’t you enjoying it then, pony? Surely it looks to me as though you are.” He circles around the entranced blushing pony once more, his long plumed tail snaking around to reach beneath Vex and stroke his quivering shaft from base to tip, causing the pony to cry out. “Seems like you need something… no? What is it you need?”

“A-aah! A-ah… I need… Mnnhh…” The pony stammers.

“You need me, do you not? You need your King.” Grover whispers, beak close to his ear. “Just say the words.”

Vex shivers intensely, barely a moment to mull those words in his clouded mind before he responds. “Y-yes… I need you. I need you… My King.”

Grover nods with pleasure, shifting enough in front of the pony to reveal he too was aroused, the larger griffon’s cock prominently hard beneath the long brown fur of his belly, pointed and twitching with a gentle curve at its base, glistening already. The King’s feathers ruffle thickly, eyes narrowing and speaking with a throaty, rumbling growl. “Exactly what I wanted to hear.”

The griffon crouches like a predator ready to make a kill, leaping over the pony and taking him to the floor beneath him, one large talon grasping him hard by the neck and the other pinning him to the floor, rump high and exposed. Vex gasped loudly, an instinct in him to run at the sight of the predatory beast upon him snuffed out as the was pinned down. His eyes widen as he feels the tip of the King’s shaft pressed beneath his tail, the overbearing warmth from the long furred griffon above beating down as the King pressed inward, stretching the pony beneath him with his appreciable girth.

All words left the vocabulary of the pony as he was reduced to incoherent whinny and nicker, his own cock twitching, pressed between his belly and the carpet as Grover penetrated deep into him, the griffon’s pelvis rocking back and forth, working his twitching member deeper into the pony, invading the warmth within with strained pleasure. Vex could barely comprehend what was happening through the lust filled cloud that had taken over his mind, feeling there was nothing he could do but take the King in stride.

Grover growls thunderously, his wings flaring and flapping with great gusts of air as the griffon pounds into Vex’s exposed rump, member slickened and lubricated as he presses ever inward, until with a noticeable pop the partially engorged diameter of his knot makes it into squirming, whimpering pegasus beneath him. The griffon stances above him, letting forth a bellowing screech that echoed around the hall as his shaft quivered deep inside Vex, letting forth a torrent of hot seed that filled the pony with a steady flow, the knot swelling further and locking the two together.

Vex’s eyes roll back as the motions tip him over the edge as well, his flared stallionhood spurting out thick ropes of cum into the carpet below where he was pressed down, shuddering and groaning through the unspeakable pleasure he felt. But the climax didn’t seem to alleviate his feelings, in fact… they only felt magnified! The warmth inside the pony was spreading, seeming to go farther within him than it ever could, tingling with the electric sensation of magic as some spell began its work on the two.

Grover sat back on his haunches, pulling the pony back with him by the knot and rump, grasping around him with both talons as he began to rub Vex’s neck and abdomen. Vex gulped in his hazy confusion, eyes wandering downward and squirming in place, now trying to pry himself off of the griffon’s firmly anchored cock, with little success. The motions the griffon’s talons were making over him sent lightning bolts of pleasure throughout his form in ways that he could never have imagined before.

He groans softly as the connection builds between them, the magic fusing the flesh between rump and cock, the griffon’s brown fur beginning to meld over the pony’s rump. The motions distract him entirely as his hips and legs tense up, pulling his hind hooves from the ground and leaning him back into the warm grasp of the griffon. His exposed equine shaft quivered and strained, harder than he’d felt in his life, before it stuck against his belly and began to meld into it, vanishing away as the fur around his waist and flanks thins, skin taking on a reddish hue.

Vex builds up to a long winded groan, the sensations overwhelming him from the touch of the griffon’s talons and the magic building between them. He involuntarily draws his forehooves up yo his chest, the magic forcing them in closely as he squirms and pulls against it, the skin where they touched running together and fusing them against the barrel of his chest, fur vanishing around him. His groan is cut short as he finds himself gasping for breath, lungs compressing harder and harder for him to breath, before he finds it impossible to do so.

In a moment of startled horror his chest convulses, desperately trying to draw in a breath when his heart pounds heavily, achingly, before shuddering to a stop. He shivers deeply, a part of him knowing that this was profoundly wrong, feeling like he must be dying… and yet… he hasn’t. It feels distant at first, but soon he feels a new steady heartbeat building within him, circulating blood throughout his form, thumping in time with Grover, and sending a pulsing throb throughout his twisted body with every beat. He wasn’t able to draw in breath, but immediately felt himself lose the need to do so, his oxygen now coming from the griffon to whom he was fused.

Grover chirps with pleasure, stroking the pony harder now, more fur thinning away with every stroke as the pony finds himself unable to utter a sound, a swelling within him forming along his front as a new tunnel builds up out of the griffon, through his simplifying form, and connecting with his throat. Immediately a tangy, salty taste builds in the back of his throat, quite familiar to him, filling his mouth and drooling out uncontrollably. Vex tries to twist and buck, but his haunches were rounding off, the brown fur of the griffon spread over them now as his ankles and hooves were drawn inward, fusing to the swelling orbs his legs were becoming, sagging with gravity in a forming sack of skin, movement falling away.

Vex’s tail twitches and draws back within him as the skin around their fused point bunches up, forming a sheath that would soon become the pony’s new home, the hall around him starting to grow as he shrunk down in size, Grover now towering above him as the griffon’s talons gripped more and more of his body, smoothing it away into more tube-like a form, twitching and convulsing with the pumping blood and pleasure.

His forelimbs were now smoothed away, barely any trace of them left as his hind hooves soon followed suit, the fur taking over them completely. His waist began to swell, flesh pink and shiny as the remnants of his rump build into a new and sizeable knot for the King. His gaze is turned upward, neck tensing up as he’s forced to look up under the king’s chin, huge talons squeezing and stroking over his face as the fur thins there too, neck swelling thicker as his mane falls away. The pony’s jaw aches as it becomes rigid, bones softening as his lips pucker into a vertical slit, drooling with the beginnings of the hot seed welling up inside him.

His mind was beyond overwhelmed, knowing now what he was becoming and knowing that he was powerless against it… but the tremendous ecstasy he felt on every inch of his form softening the blow, the griffon’s powerful talons working him over as he shrank still, his eyes squinting as that pressure built up inside him, bubbling like lava coming to a head as his whole form pulses and throbs, forcing a torrent of sticky seed out of what had been his mouth, squirting, slipping down over the griffon’s talons and onto the carpet below with mind blowing orgasmic bliss.

The pony’s head thinned and softening into a pointed tip, his eyes sealing away behind the flesh of his cock-like form. Somehow through the magic he found himself still able to see, though blurry and only close up, looking through the rosy tint of flesh and blood, his hearing similarly muffled but present. He quivers and twitches in the afterglow, unable to fathom what had become of him…

… he was part of the griffon now. Part of King Grover, mind reeling at the fact, yet still clouded by the pleasure and ecstasy he had felt.

Minutes later he feels the pressure and pulse within him abate, his form growing softer and softer as it’s pulled back, the warm furry sheath pulling around him like a thick blanket, casting him into more darkness, and leaving him alone with his thoughts to contemplate this sensuous new prison of flesh… with no escape.

He could only wait until the King sought to use him again…

… not knowing if he could ever break free.

King Grover sighed with pleasure, looking over himself as he leaned back, panting. He took a moment to preen himself, putting his feathers back in place and regaining composure, giving himself one more solid stroke over his new equipment. More hefty than before, but not outside the natural range of a griffon his stature, he was quite satisfied, although his servants would have something of a mess to tidy in his hall.

He grinned wickedly, making his way back up to his nest throne and calling his court back in. This was definitely even better than he had thought… quite the gift from Equestria, at least, with the help of his alchemist to improve it.

It would buy them a few seasons of peace, until he demanded another tribute; he was already pondering what new and devious ways he could use the next pony.

Truly, it was good to be the King.