The waves were beautifully calm this time of night, perfect for a walk along the beach. This was where Sandbar felt at home, the soft sand under his hooves, the salt in the air. He felt at peace. Then he heard something, the sound of someone struggling in the waves. He looked around but couldn’t spot anypony. “Hello?” he called out. The struggling sound get louder, and he could hear somepony gasping for air. He dove into the water, but a hidden undertow sucked him below, pulling the air from his lungs. He gasped against the seawater, as darkness surrounded his vision.

And Sandbar gasped himself awake. He was in his room. Well, Gallus’ room, but his room now, too. It had just been a dream. Then he heard the sound again, the same sound from his dream. It was coming from the bed on the opposite wall of the small room.

It was Gallus. The grunting increased in volume, and in the shadows, he saw his friend’s claw moving.

Oh, sweet Celestia, Sandbar swore silently in realization, Gallus was jerking off.

Go back to sleep go back to sleep go back to sleep.

The grunting changed tone, moving higher until it was almost a whine.

Go back to sleep go back to sleep go back to sleep.

Sandbar screwed his eyes shut and tried to ignore the sounds coming from the other bed. And tried not to think about what was happening.

Gallus’ breaths got shorter, more rushed.

Sandbar realized in utter horror that his shaft was pushing out past his sheath.

Go back to sleep go back to sleep go back to sleep.

What was a griffon’s thing even like? Was it bigger than a pony’s? It almost had to be, since the griffon body was longer, right?

Stop it stop it stop it go back to sleep. Don’t think about your friend’s penis. Don’t think about your own penis, even.

His penis was out, fully. Sandbar was suddenly very thankful he had been sleeping on his side and not on his flank, otherwise his sheets would have become a large, noticeable tent.

Stop thinking about it. Go to sleep, damn it.

The griffon’s breathing sped up dramatically, and Sandbar could hear the sound of a claw rubbing frantically over flesh.

Sandbar felt his own flesh go fully hard.

“Oh Gaw,” Gallus muttered quietly, “Oh caw, oh, oh, ohhh,” he moaned.

Oh sweet sunlight, Gallus was going to cum, Sandbar thought. In their room, in the bed 3 paces from him.

“Oh caw, oh fuck I’m-” The griffon’s breath caught in his throat.

The shifting sound of the claw went silent and in the silence, he heard several wet splashes.

Sandbar’s cock jumped, throbbing upward into his chest. Gallus was cumming. His friend was cumming and shooting his load, a few hoofsteps away. Sandbar knew, without having to touch himself, that he was flared and making an awful puddle in his sheets. He heard his roommate sigh deeply and the earth pony thanked the heavens that it was over.

And then the smell hit him. It was rich and musky and sweet and made his loins ache. He unconsciously pumped his hips, which dragged his sensitive, swollen head along his sheets. He had smelled his own load tons of times, but this was different and exotic and incredibly sexy.

Oh Tartarus, had he just thought about his friend as sexy? He didn’t go for other stallions. But, Sandbar supposed, Gallus wasn’t a stallion. He didn’t dare move, for fear he would alert Gallus that he had heard something. His erection was throbbing, occasionally tensing enough to release a small stream of precum into the sheets. He was going to have to change his sheets in the morning.

“Whoa, what a mess,” Gallus muttered. A familiar sound of soft cloth against fur made Sandbar’s member twitch.

Stop it stop it stop it.

The griffon settled back into bed and Sandbar lay paralyzed, afraid to move but in agony over ignoring his base urges.

After what seemed an eternity with a swollen, leaking cock, Sandbar heard Gallus start to snore. The griffon had a low, distinct hum that Sandbar had learned meant the griffon was asleep. Thanking his lucky stars, Sandbar threw back the sheet, that was now thoroughly soaked near the lower edge of his chest, and applied his hooves to his stiff member. He found that, as he had imagined, he was completely flared, and leaking sticky fluid every time his shaft tensed. He rolled onto his back, letting the shaft tower high above him the in the near-dark. Light, he was as hard as he had ever been. He stroked for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of the wetness sliding down his shaft. He felt his orgasm building and knew he had only moments left.

Don’t think about Gallus Don’t think about Gallus Don’t think about Gallus.

Gallus.

And his athletic body.
And his friendly eyes.
And the way he had moaned.

Sandbar felt himself falling over the edge.

And the smell and the sound and the huge puddle the griffon must have splattered on his fur.

His balls tightened and he felt his butt clench and he erupted. He heard something land on the pillow beside his head as his innards clenched again.

Salty, warm wetness landed on his tongue. Fuck, he managed to think, as he pulsed again, he never shot far enough to hit his own face. He clenched again and again and again, feeling warm puddles splashing onto his stomach.

Slowly, mercifully, his orgasm slowed and his shaft rapidly shrank back towards his body. He couldn’t really see in the darkness of the room, but he could feel a veritable lake on his belly. He realized he didn’t have a towel anywhere nearby. He hadn’t exactly been planning on doing that, he thought irritably, though the edge was dulled somewhat by the lingering high of his powerful orgasm. The sheets were a disaster too, if the wet spot by his chest was any indication. He grabbed the corner of his sheet and swabbed his stomach, hoping to at least get most of the mess removed. He rolled over as far from the damp corner of his bed as possible and closed his eyes.

Gallus.

He wanted to tell himself to stop it, he tried to keep his thoughts from what he had just done, or at least what he had been thinking, but he found a warm glow where before had been anxious worry.

Gallus.

Sandbar smiled. He quickly drifted back to sleep, the same smile lingering on his features.

Sandbar stirred, blinking his eyes open in the morning sun. He shifted over and winced at the crusty feel in his sheets. His mind quickly connected the crunchy texture to the cause. He sat up in a panic, his heart racing as he glanced over at Gallus’ bed. There was a large lump hidden under a drab gray blanket, a few blue and yellow feathers peeking out near the pillow. Sandbar blew out a heavy breath and tried to calm himself. Thank Celestia his roommate was a late sleeper; he had time to hide the evidence. He surveyed the damage as he stood up out of bed quietly. He was not at all surprised that the entire left side of the bed was a mess, but he was impressed at just how thoroughly he had stained the upper portion of the bed, including his pillow. He felt himself getting hard remembered how hard he had come.

Not now.

He shook his head after scolding himself and yanked at the foot of the sheets with one hoof. He rolled them up and over the majority of the mess, and then picked up his pillow. He shook the pillow out of the filthy pillowcase and tossed it onto the mattress.

A yawn, that sounded somewhere between a screech and a purr, made Sandbar’s blood go cold. He tossed the pillow case into the dirty pile and frantically tugged at the top of the sheets, trying to get everything bundled up before his roommate could see. He tried to keep the especially funky parts stuffed inside the cleaner areas. He hauled the entire mound of dirty sheets onto his shoulder with one hoof and turned around to see Gallus giving him an inquisitive look.

“Oh!” the earth pony said, “Gallus! G-good morning!”

The griffon glanced away from the laundry. “Hey, Sandbar. You doing laundry this early?” Something above the earth pony caught his eye. “Whoa!” he said, twisting his head to the side, “bedhead to the max, today, huh?”

Oh Light, his mane. Had he gotten cum in his hair, too?

“Oh, y-yeah, haha” he laughed nervously, “I just, you know, didn’t, uh, sleep? Well? Very, uh,” he gulped, lost in his own incoherence. “I-i-i-it’s, uh, just been s-s-so warm, you know?” He forced his mouth shut to keep his teeth from chattering.

“Has it?” The griffon asked. He shrugged. “I dunno, it kinda always feels warm to me here.”

“Hmm. Well, uh, j-just kinda sweaty night.”

Gallus laughed. “Gross, dude.” He waved a claw, motioning the earth pony out towards the door. “Go get that cleaned up then. Just don’t be late for Professor Applejack’s class. You know how she hates tardiness.”

Sandbar nodded vigorously and shuffled quickly past his friend, careful to keep the pile of bedding on his shoulder. Once he was safely in the hall, he hurried off to the laundry room. Thankfully, he found the laundry room empty, and quickly stuffed his bedding into the nearest machine. He tossed in the supplied soap and closed the door. He heaved a deep sigh of relief. He knew logically it had only been a few hours, but it was like letting go of a deep, dark secret.

“BEST OF MORNINGS, SANDBAR!”

Sandbar jumped. Once his heart slowed and the panic ceased he greeted his classmate. “Hey, Yona. What makes this the best of mornings?”

“Today yak wash ceremonial yak shawl. Pony washing tool is very efficient. Almost as good as yak washers.” She paused, considering, “What are you washing? Yak has never seen you wear clothing.”

Sandbar whinnied nervously. “Oh, you know, just bedding. Just trying to stay fresh.”

Youna frowned. “How is bedding not fresh? Yak saw you wash bedding a few days ago.”

“NO REASON!” He yelled louder than he had anticipated.

Yona took the yelling in stride. Sandbar was suddenly glad it was Yona he was talking with and not a pony. She didn’t seem to notice anything off about another creature yelling at her.

“Ah. Pony bedding soft and weak. Gets dirty easily.”

“Uh huh. Yes,” Sandbar agreed enthusiastically, “totally. Not any other reason. No reason to ask why it’s so dirty.”

Yona nodded. Then she eyed him skeptically. “Have yak, err, you,” she corrected herself, “bathed today? Your mane is wilder than normal.”

“GOING NOW!” He yelled as he sped off towards the showers.

Sandbar looked around the miniature barn Professor Applejack had built for her classroom. For having just reminded him about not being late, Gallus was sure pushing it to the last minute. The large bell in the bell tower rang, and the griffon’s seat was still empty. The professor looked up from her desk and frowned at the empty chair. “Anypony, uh, that is, anyone seen Gallus today?” Sandbar raised a hoof. “That’s right,” Applejack nodded, “you’re his roomie now, huh? Was he feelin’ okay?”

“Seemed like it,” Sandbar offered.

“Well, he’s gonna miss a heck of a lesson, let me tell ya what.”

Sandbar wondered curiously where his friend was.

Gallus woke with a yawn. He stretched, thrilling in the feel of his muscles pulling taut from his legs to his torso. Stormy skies, he swore to himself, he had slept so well after finally getting a chance to get off again. Despite some early misgivings, the griffon really liked his pony roommate, but he had never thought about the privileges he would be giving up by sharing his living space. He hadn’t had this little private time since he was a fledgling, and a griffon had needs. Though, he admitted to himself, his load had been way larger than usual. Maybe there was something to the whole patience thing Professor Fluttershy kept teaching. He chuckled thinking about how the shy, yellow pony would react if he told her how, exactly, he had just interpreted that lesson.

A rapid shuffling sound from the other side of the room drew his attention. He hopped up out of bed and watched as Sandbar crumpled his bedding into a large ball. The sea-foam green pony hefted the sheets onto his shoulder and turned around.

“Oh!” the earth pony said, “Gallus! G-good morning!”

“Hey, Sandbar. You doing laundry this early?” The pony’s mane was a total mess. Well, it was usually a mess, but this was especially wild. “Whoa!” Gallus said, twisting his head to the side, “bedhead to the max, today, huh?”

“Oh, y-yeah, haha” the pony laughed nervously, “I just, you know, didn’t, uh, sleep? Well? Very, uh. I-i-i-it’s, uh, just been s-s-so warm, you know?” He forced his mouth shut to keep his teeth from chattering.

“Has it?” The griffon asked. Something was up with the pony. He was the worst liar in the school, and that was saying something since he’d discovered most ponies were pretty bad at lying. Sandbar wouldn’t have lasted a minute in Griffonstone. “I dunno, it kinda always feels warm to me here.”

“Hmm. Well, uh, j-just kinda sweaty night.”

Gallus laughed. Maybe ponies sweated a lot more than griffons? “Gross, dude.” He waved a claw, motioning the earth pony out towards the door. “Go get that cleaned up then. Just don’t be late for Professor Applejack’s class. You know how she hates tardiness.”

Sandbar nodded vigorously and shuffled quickly past his friend. The griffon sniffed surreptitiously at the passing bundle. His eyes went wide as the pony rushed out into the hallway. Those sheets had reeked of spunk. He felt himself getting hard and pushed the door shut. When had Sandbar even had time to get off? Gallus was sure he would’ve noticed if his roommate’s sheets had been that funky the night before. So when, in the middle of the night? Gallus grimaced and felt a slight blush warming his face. Oh, downpour, he thought, had he woken him up by beating off? Oh crap, was Sandbar into him? His dick jumped as he felt his erection grow. Oh double crap, was he into Sandbar?

“I mean, no way,” he said to no one in particular. “No way, right?”

He put a claw on his shaft and sat his haunches down on his bed.

“He’s a pony,” he said. “With their weird hoof things, and their weird hair, and their weird, mushy friendships.” One talon slowly shifted downward, teasing at his unretracted sheath. Gilda had said something about how most of them had enormous dicks, though.

“It’s not like I’ve never seen a big dick before.” Huge, he could hear Gilda saying, some nearly as long as your tail. That had to have been an exaggeration. “There’s no way that’s real, right?” But Gilda had gone to that pony flight school. His talons tickled the skin of his sheath, and he felt himself getting harder.

“Still,” he considered out loud, “This school is all about making friendships.” His claw returned to the tip of his shaft, where Gallus was surprised to encounter a sticky glob of wetness. A good beak job had always worked to make other griffons friendly, at least for a few days. Could he even swallow a pony’s cock if it wound up being as big as Gilda said? Gallus felt his cock twitch, and felt the skin of his sheath begin retracting over the swelling flesh at the base of his cock. “With the wind at my back, maybe I’ll get to find out.”

His claw started pumping on his sensitive flesh. He rolled his eyes in pleasure as he squeezed down on his knot, which had now become the epicenter of excitement since it had been freed from its furry prison.

He shifted back leaning back against his wings. He reached his right claw under his leg and extended a single talon. He moved it in a slow circle, teasing his tailhole. Imagine having an enormous cock down there.

His left claw was getting slick from precum, and he found himself panting. He pushed the probing talon on his right claw inward, forcefully, ignoring the bright moment of pain. He rooted around with his talon for a moment before finding his prostate, at what felt like the base of his incredibly swollen shaft, just below his knot.

He was close, his knot was throbbing, his talon was probing, everything was light and sound and…

What if Sandbar really was jerking off to you?

What if you helped him out next time?

“Fuuuck,” the griffon moaned. Make a mess of your own sheets next time, with Sandbar’s enormous cock filling you up, and thrusting into you, and pulling out as he cums to spray you right in the face and-

Gallus came. Hard. His eyes were screwed shut, but he felt the wet splash of cum against his chest. He imagined it was Sandbar’s seed, the pony shooting his load, making a mess of him. He squeezed down tightly on his knot, the intensity of the feeling bordering on pain, and twitched his hips upward, in time with the rhythmic clenching of his loins.

After a few moments, it was over. Gallus pried his eyes open and inspected the damage, a grin splitting his beak wide. His creamy white stomach fur was thoroughly covered in sticky, white fluid.

“Not. Bad.” He panted. “Not top ten, maybe, but pretty awesome anyway.”

When class was out, Sandbar trotted back off to his dorm room, intent on finding his friend.

He knocked on the door and was greeted with a yell back. “Just a sec!” He heard some shuffling and then the door bolt unlock and the door inched open. “Oh, it’s you. Give me just a sec?” Sandbar nodded. The door shut and the earth pony heard the creaking of a bed. “Come in!” the griffon called.

Sandbar pushed the door open. Gallus was sitting in bed, the blanket up to his chest. “Hey,” the earth pony said, “you missed Applejack’s class. Everything okay?”

“Oh!” Gallus said. “Yeah, sure, I’m fine.”

“So… you coming to Creatures and Critters?”

“Uh, nah, I can’t actually go right now.”

“But you’re feeling okay?” the earth pony asked, some concern creeping into his tone.

“Feeling great, just, uh, indisposed.”

The earth pony gave him a confused look.

“It’s a griffon thing.”

“Okay,” Sandbar replied with a small frown. “Well, you let me know if you need anything, alright?”

“Sure, Sandbar.” The griffon smiled. “Thanks.”

The earth pony walked out the door, and Gallus counted to twenty before he jumped out of bed and flipped the lock shut. Gallus knew it had been stupid to jerk off just before class—no way he could go to class with a raging, knotted dick hanging from his pouch. His knot had just been starting to go down before the earth pony came back. Stupid pony. Gallus had to admit, Sandbar was kind of cute, in a weird, round, pony kind of way. The fact that Sandbar had cared enough to come check on him filled Gallus with an unfamiliar, fuzzy feeling. It was like the feeling he felt when surrounded by his new friends, but heightened. Warmer, maybe? It was confusing.

One thing that didn’t confuse him was the the stiffness of his cock. Now that he was fully hard again, he was definitely going to miss Professor Fluttershy’s class. May as well go for a second round.

After skipping most of his classes and getting off three times, Gallus was mentally and physically exhausted. And emotionally conflicted. That was an unusual space for a griffon to find himself, so he decided to seek some wisdom from the school’s guidance counselor. Once his knot went down again.

After a few minutes he finally managed to get himself back into his sheath. He snuck off to the restroom and thoroughly toweled himself down with a soapy rag, getting the musky smell of his cum out of his fur and feathers. Once he was satisfied the mess was gone, or at least obscured, he straightened his crest, preening in the mirror, pulling each feather this way and that until they were all aligned perfectly. Taking one last look at himself in profile, he nodded to his reflection. He looked good. He flapped his wings and took off towards the counselor’s office down on this lowest floor. He landed softly on the ground and knocked on Starlight Glimmer’s door.

“Come in,” the pleasant voice welcomed him in. As the griffon entered her room, the purple mare looked up from a book and blinked, trying, but failing, to hide her surprise. “Oh, Gallus! What can I do for you today?”

“I-” the griffon started to reply, then paused, trying to think of a way he could phrase his trouble. “I was hoping you could help me with something.”

“Yeees,” the mare drawled, a small smirk forming at one corner of her mouth. “That is what I’m here for.”

“Sorry,” Gallus said. He huffed and shook out his tail feathers. “I’m not used to this kind of thing.”

“When in Ponyville, do as the ponies do, eh?” Starlight replied.

“I suppose.” Gallus frowned and decided to take the direct approach. “Is it weird if I’m attracted to someone of another species?”

Starlight pursed her lips, then shook herself, as she seemed to realize the gesture might be misinterpreted. “Unusual, certainly. I’m not sure I’m one to judge if something is ‘weird,’ though.” She shrugged.

“How do you mean?”

“I once enslaved an entire village of ponies and used magic to take their special talents from them.”

Gallus gaped. “And they made you a counselor?”

“Oh,” Starlight dismissed it with a wave of her hoof. “That was ages ago. Years, at least.”

“Years,” the griffon echoed quietly.

“But anyway, back to you!” Starlight said cheerily. “I don’t see any problems. It’s probably not illegal, so as long as you’re not forcing yourself on anypony you should be fine.”

“Wait,” Gallus held up a claw to stop the mare. “Probably not illegal?”

Starlight shrugged. “I’m not big on other ponies’ rules anyway. Go have fun—take her on a date. I’m sure you’ll find something fun to do.”

Gallus cleared his throat. “Him.”

Starlight blinked several times quickly. “Oh. Oh!” She smiled wryly. “You’d think I, of all ponies, wouldn’t make that sort of assumption.” She gestured to the two large portraits on opposite sides of the room. Both were detailed images of a blue unicorn mare in a ridiculous pointed hat. “Let’s just say there are several of us here at the school who have similar leanings.”

Gallus smiled as he understood her meaning. Here he had been thinking ponies were all prim and proper, but if the guidance counselor was rolling in the hay with another mare, maybe there was hope that Sandbar wouldn’t be scared off by a gay griffon.

Sandbar walked into the head mare’s office. “Princess Twilight?”

“Please,” the alicorn replied, as she stepped away from her desk, “just Twilight.”

“Oh, okay. Um, Miss Twilight, I was hoping you had some books on griffons.”

“Oh, of course!” the princess said with a smile. “I’m so glad to see you wanting to learn more about other species. You’ve really done a superlative job becoming friends with so many other students. And it seems you and Gallus have really hit it off, becoming friends so quickly. I assume that’s the source of your interest?”

Sandbar nodded, and felt his cheeks warm. “I’m interested in learning more about their, you know, culture, food…”

Their anatomy.

Sandbar shook his head, ignoring where that thought was leading him.

Twilight fluttered upwards and swept over towards a shelf on the far wall. “Hmm,” she said while tapping a hoof to her chin. “There’s Redmane’s History of Griffonstone, but that’s more legend than fact.” She swooped down to another shelf. “Ah, here.” She pulled a purple volume from the shelf. “Swiftwing’s Strange Creatures.” She frowned. “Something of a throwback now, I suppose, since I wouldn’t consider any of our students ‘strange.’ Still,” she considered, weighing the book in her hooves, “it does go into some good detail on griffons, among other species. There’s even a few decent illustrations if I remember right.” The alicorn floated back to the earth and handed the book to Sandbar. “Spike will check the book out to you. Do take care of it. That’s an early edition, and they’re quite rare nowadays.”

“Of course, Princess—er, Miss Twilight.”

“Goodness!” The alicorn said, not really addressing the other pony, “just imagine how much we’re going to learn about all other species with students here at the school.” Her wings popped out and she floated back to her desk, still talking to herself. “Ooh, if only I had more time to dedicate to research instead of designing curriculum!”

Sandbar took the book back to the front of the room, where the small dragon sat, flipping through a comic book. Spike snapped the thin volume shut and pulled out a large scroll. “Sandbar, right?” he said. “Book’s due back in two weeks.” He pulled a quill out of an inkwell and carefully scritched Sandbar’s name into a ledger line beside the title of the book. “No eating, drinking, dancing, prancing, or flying over twenty feet in the air with the book.”

“I’m an earth pony.”

“You’d be surprised what some ponies can manage,” the little dragon said wryly. “Sign here.” Sandbar took the quill in his mouth and scribbled his name on the line.

Once he was out of the head mare’s office, Sandbar tucked the book into his pack and trotted over to the courtyard. Finding a quiet corner behind the fountain, he sat on his flank and opened the book. One hoof traced down the table of contents until he found the section on griffons. He flipped to the page eagerly. He skimmed past the introduction, and quickly noticed that the illustrations Twilight had mentioned were actually fairly crude—bulky lines and suggestions of color—not the detailed lithographs or artist renderings he had hoped for.

There was a large section right after the introduction that focused on the griffon diet. Griffons, Swiftwing reported, were omnivores.

Sandbar almost vomited.

The authored carried on bravely, detailing the murdered flesh the griffons consumed at certain feasts, and noted that smaller morsels of meat were eaten just as every day meals. Sandbar felt light headed. He had been sharing his room with a… a meat eater! Sandbar continued reading.

Your author is relieved to report that, despite the inherent barbarism of meat consumption, the griffons appear to have certain prohibitions against eating species they deem intelligent. Your author freely admits she was somewhat concerned about her safety prior to this revelation. Some more civilized griffons may abstain from the murderous portions of their diet around a pony, but your author would not suggest this is a common occurrence. This information is provided forthwith in a reminder that despite a shared language and certain shared history, a griffon is in no way a pony.

Sandbar continued reading, skimming though Swiftwing’s appreciation of Griffonstone’s architecture and despair at the state of its textiles. Sandbar reached a passage that caught his eye. ‘Griffons, in accordance with their brutish nature, tend to be more direct in their courtships rituals than ponies.’ Sandbar bristled at the classification of griffons as brutish, thinking it sounded an awful lot like what that awful unicorn Neighsay might say. He reminded himself that Princess Twilight had said this was an older book. Styles change with every season, as Professor Rarity would say. Swiftwing described a courtship ritual where the two griffons had exchanged crest feathers as a sign of fondness. The author then noted with legible disdain that the marriage ceremony had occurred only a few months later. Sandbar snorted. His parents had only been together a few weeks when his mom proposed to his dad. A few generations ago, that would have been unthinkable, but by that time it was just unusual, not shocking. Times change. Maybe, he thought, thinking for the thousandth time that day of how aroused he had been the previous night, ponies change too.

Gallus was lounging in bed, reading, trying to figure out why he would ever want to know the difference between an apple and pear tree, when there was a knock at his door.

“Yeah?” he said, thankful for the distraction.

“It’s Sandbar,” a voice said from outside.

Gallus huffed. “Did you forget your key?”

“Uh, no, I just wanted to be sure you weren’t indisposed any more.”

Gallus laughed. “No, I’m decent, come on in.”

The lock clicked back and the door opened. The pale green pony smiled at the griffon, and Gallus felt his heart skip. Sweet, shiny silver, what was wrong with him for getting all emotional at a smile? He smiled back, without thinking, without making an effort to be friendly. “Classes over already?”

“Yeah,” the earth pony replied. “We were all going to grab some dinner, and I thought I’d see if you wanted to join.”

The griffon’s stomach rumbled, on cue. “I could eat.”

The dinner was pleasant. Sandbar sat next to Gallus and managed, mostly, to keep himself from thinking about having heard the griffon jerking off. Yona told several jokes (some of which were even funny), and Smolder challenged the group to a speed-eating contest, which Silversteam won, much to the dragon’s frustration. It was as if the hippogriff had simply inhaled the bon-bons.

The evening turned quickly into night, and the group said their farewells. Sandbar felt an uncomfortable lump settle in his stomach, which was wholly unrelated to the plateful of bon-bons he had consumed earlier. He walked back to his room beside Gallus, who floated along, lazily flapping his wings. They traveled in silence, and Sandbar couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to, either.

They reached their dorm, and Sandbar opened the door.

“That was fun,” Gallus said.

“Yeah,” Sandbar replied. “Glad you were able to come.”

OH LIGHT why did you phrase it that way?

“Yeah,” the griffon replied with a smile, “thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course,” Sandbar said. He found himself looking into the griffon’s blue eyes. Time seemed to slow, as neither pony nor griffon moved or said a word.

Sandbar shook himself from his reverie. “Well. Um. Goodnight, Gallus.”

The griffon blinked and shook his head. “Night, Sandbar.”

Sandbar climbed into his bed. He closed his eyes. He was usually an easy sleeper. A few minutes in the dark and he was out. Tonight, though, his mind wouldn’t quiet. He listened to Gallus get into his bed, and shift around underneath his blanket for a moment. Then all was quiet except for the slow, steady sound of Gallus’ breath as he lay in bed. Sandbar felt himself getting hard, just thinking about what had happened the last time he had been in bed.

Keep it together.

The last thing he wanted was to have to clean his sheets again tomorrow.

Minutes passed, and he was still awake.

He heard a cough from the other bed. Sandbar rolled over, pressing his belly into the bed, forcing his member to stay in his sheath.

“Hey, Sandbar,” Gallus whispered, “you still awake?”

“Yeah,” he replied, also in a whisper. “Can’t sleep.”

“Me either,” the griffon replied. In the silence of the room, Sandbar could hear hoofsteps from somewhere down the hall.

“Hey,” Gallus said suddenly. “You didn’t happen to, uh, wake up in the night last night did you?”

Sandbar’s chest clenched. His stomach roiled. “Uhm.” He replied. “I-I mean, maybe?”

“Because, you know, I was awake, too. And,” he cleared his throat, “sorry if I woke you up.”

Sandbar shivered. “Oh.” He said, simply, not trusting himself to collapse in a puddle if he kept speaking.

The silence hung for a moment before the griffon spoke up again. “It’s just something that helps me fall back asleep.” The room was quiet, even the distant hoofsteps had fallen quiet.

Sandbar started to feel bad. He wasn’t trying to make his roommate uncomfortable by staying quiet. He just didn’t know what to say. The silence stretched again.

“So, no hard feelings?” Gallus asked.

Sandbar finally spoke up. “It’s fine. I didn’t mind.”

I didn’t mind?
I DIDN’T MIND?

Sandbar couldn’t even think. He was just screaming, internally. What a stupid, dumb, awful thing to say. Of course he had minded. He had been embarrassed half to death, even if he had also been aroused. He had to say something to make it clearer.

“Just not something you hear every night.”

Gallus laughed, no longer whispering. “It is in Griffonstone, let me tell you.”

Sandbar blanched in shock. “What? Do you griffons just beat off all night?” As soon as he said it, Sandbar regretted the thought, since now he was thinking about it.

Don’t think about a bunch of griffons sitting around jerking themselves off.

Gallus chuckled. “Not exactly, but, well, most griffons aren’t that big into politeness, and that includes caring if anyone hears them enjoying themselves.”

Bunch of griffons jerking themselves off.

Sandbar was getting hard.

Jerking off. Like Gallus had been.

“Oh wow,” Sandbar said allowed. He nearly choked on his tongue swallowing the ‘that’s hot’ that tried to follow it. He reached a hoof down to adjust his cock, sliding it out from under his body, where it had been painfully trapped.

You are not going to jerk off thinking about your friend again tonight.

“Anyway, sorry for bugging you about it. I’m gonna try to get some sleep now.”

“Yeah, totally,” the earth pony agreed. He let out a deep sigh, trying to relax. Most of his body complied. His cock refused, and so did his mind.

Griffons jerking themselves off.

Shut up shut up.

Griffons moaning and shooting their loads.

Sweet glorious Celestia shut up.

Sandbar recalled Gallus grunting.

‘Whoa, what a mess.’

Sandbar’s cock twitched. He started doing multiplication. Four and Four was Sixteen, times four was 64, times 4 was 256 , times 4 was 1,024, times four was…

4,000, and 4 times 24 is… carry the 1…

It worked, slowly. He felt his erection fade and his shaft slowly move back down towards his sheath. By the time he reached sixteen-thousand-something he was fully retracted. He wasn’t any closer to sleep, though.

Sandbar had worked out that the next number was 64,000-and-a-bunch when he finally started feeling the familiar fuzzy feeling of sleep.

“Psst. Sandbar. You still awake?”

The earth pony grunted noncommittally.

“You mind if I jerk off?”

Sandbar was instantly wide awake. His heart was beating furiously. If it was okay for griffons… “N-no. Not at all.” So much for getting rid of his boner.

“Thanks, buddy,” Gallus said warmly. Sandbar heard Gallus’ blanket rustle and then the griffon hopped out of bed. “Let me just grab a towel real quick.”

“Could-” Sandbar’s words caught in his throat. He forced the lump down. “Could you grab me one, too? J-just in case I need it later?”

“Sure,” Gallus purred. Sandbar watched the griffon’s shadow move towards the small, shared dresser that stood on the far wall. He opened a drawer, and turned towards the pony. “Claws up,” he said, and a moment later a hoof towel landed on Sandbar’s back. He rolled onto his side, letting his cock slide out from under his barrel. The shadow of Gallus flitted up from the dresser and flew over towards his bed. Sandbar grabbed the towel and stuffed it underneath his pillow.

The griffon wasted no time in getting started. Sandbar heard Gallus sigh and then heard a slow, steady sound, of what was surely claws on cock. Sandbar touched the head of his own shaft nervously. Gallus moaned softly, and the sound increased slightly in pace.

Burn it all, thought Sandbar, and threw back his sheets, letting his cock free. He rolled onto his back and put his front hooves at the base of his shaft. He teased them upward, slowly, and shuddered at the tingling warmth that blossomed in his groin.

Gallus moaned again, louder this time, and Sandbar grunted in sympathy, his cock twitching in delight. He twirled the end of one hoof around the head.

Gallus took several sharp breaths. “Whoa,” he said aloud. “Are you doing it too?”

Sandbar, finding himself too far into the act to pretend otherwise, admitted it. “Yeah.”

“Shit, that’s hot,” the griffon said, breathily. “Can I see?”

Sandbar’s cock throbbed in excitement, even as his rational mind recoiled in horror. “Yeah, sure.”

The pony listened as Gallus’ claw scrabbled at the wall until it found the light switch. Sandbar squeezed his eyes shut as the blindingly bright light filled the room. He blinked back tears and looked anxiously in the direction of the other bed. He quickly found his blue-furred friend and stared down to the end of his torso. And there was the griffon’s dick. It was smaller than Sandbar had expected, but thick, especially at the base, where a there was large piece of firm flesh.

“Whoa. What is thaaaaat?!”

“I was going to ask the same thing.” Gallus replied. Sandbar looked back at his own member. Nothing unusual about it, as far as he was concerned. “Your knot’s like, way up at the top?”

“What, my flare?” Sandbar responded. Sweet sunlight, he hadn’t realized that he was flared. That hadn’t taken long at all. As he watched, a long bead of precum drooled out and crept down the top of his shaft. “I dunno, it’s just a pony thing, I guess? What’s with yours?”

“It’s a knot. All griffons have one. Wanna see?”

No! No you do not want to see.

“Heck yeah.”

The blue griffon flapped his wings and floated out of bed. He landed a second later, his front arms braced on Sandbar’s bed. Sandbar had a clear, unobstructed view of the swollen organ. The knot was nearly twice as thick as any other part. And it looked incredibly hard. Harder even than Sandbar’s medial ring when he got close to cumming. “Is it sensitive?” the pony asked. If it was like his flare or his ring, it was probably one of the most important parts of the experience for the griffon.

“Yeah and no,” his friend replied. “It’s actually not really exciting, but when I get real close, any sort of pressure at all down there and I bust my nut.”

“Cool,” Sandbar said. He started stroking his own cock, never taking his eyes off the knotted shaft that hung less than a span from his face.

“Aw, dude, you’re huge,” Gallus said in an admiring tone. “Gilda sure as Tartarus wasn’t kidding about you ponies.”

Sandbar felt like he should be blushing at the attention, but he didn’t even feel flattered, just excited. “Thanks. I haven’t measured in a few years. I think I have a ruler around here.”

“Forget that,” the griffon said. With a flap of his wings, he was away from the edge of the bed, to Sandbar’s disappointment. Then, though, Gallus landed at the foot of the bed and leaned his torso forward. Sandbar moaned, feeling his friend’s hard shaft push into his own.

STOP! STOP! No Sex with a male griffon!

Not with your friend!

But the thought of having sex with his friend just made him harder. His cock lurched forward, splattering his chest with clear, sticky fluid.

“You good with this?” his friend asked.

Sandbar nodded, dumbly. He was so good that he was going to cum right then if he wasn’t careful.

Gallus took a claw and pulled the pony’s cock back up to meet his own, until they were angled directly between the prone pony and the kneeling griffon. Gallus’ cock came not-quite two-thirds of the way up Sandbar’s shaft, but the griffon’s knot stuck out noticeably past either side of Sandbar’s shaft. Once the shafts were pressed together, Gallus gathered both shafts in his claws and started a pumping motion.

Oh moon and sun and stars and trees and EVERYTHING. That-

“Feels Amazing,” Sandbar said in ecstasy.

“Ohh, yeah,” his friend agreed.

Sandbar was leaking, his head flared fully. He knew he didn’t have long, but fought the rising pleasure in his loins. He wanted to enjoy this a little longer. The tapered tip of the griffon’s cock was soaked with precum and every upward stroke left a streak of wetness on the underside of Sandbar’s shaft.

Sandbar tried to control his breathing, but he was gasping desperately, trying to keep afloat as his body tingled and danced with excitement. He watched Gallus’ knot twitch and stretch, growing, if possible, a little bit bigger. He felt an intense urge to touch it.

Sandbar shifted a hoof under Gallus’ arms, as they worked on the shaft. He placed the edge of one hoof at the very base of the knot and slowly stroked upward. He was rewarded with a deep groan. “Ohh, Sandbar,” his friend groaned. The griffon’s claws sped up, and Sandbar nearly fainted as the already intense feeling in his loins intensified.

Going to cum, going to cum!

His friend got there first. The griffon bucked his hips forward and Sandbar felt his knot throb and spasm at the base of his shaft. Semen flew out of the tapered tip and splattered Sandbar on the nose. Sandbar flinched, but that just meant the next shot hit him beside the ear. The griffon was steadily pumping away with his claws and Sandbar watched in excitement as the next burst landed up on his chest. He felt his flare solidify, the blood rushing instantly to fill the head and medial ring, making them even more rigid. Sandbar groaned loud and low as he felt his balls become ready to empty. Gallus’ next burst landed on the tip of Sandbar’s flare. Sandbar went over the edge. He screwed his eyes shut, feeling the rush of the eruption start near his tail and rush forward to the very spot where Gallus had just marked. He felt something hit his shoulder and then his muzzle. He came, again and again, feeling his aching loins squeeze everything out of his body.

“WHOA, dude!” he heard Gallus shout, just as the pony’s orgasm was fading. Sandbar opened his eyes to see a long strand of white goo hanging from Gallus’ beak. The griffon licked a long tongue around the beak, taking in the hanging strand and swallowed it. Sandbar’s member twitched, and if he hadn’t just emptied himself, he was sure he would have cum again. As it was, his cock shrunk down, slipping out of the griffon’s messy claws. The griffon, despite having just cum, was still rock hard.

“Do- whew,” Gallus panted, “do you want me to clean you up?”

Sandbar, at least for the moment, was way too far past modesty to care about it. “Sure.”

The earth pony expected his friend to reach for the towel, just past his arm, but instead, the griffon leaned over and licked the largest puddle of semen directly off Sandbar’s chest. Sandbar just gaped as his best friend swallowed the load with a smile.

I’m going to jerk off to that forever.

Gallus woke up with something heavy on his chest. He almost panicked, thinking he was being attacked, before he opened his eyes and saw the green hoof draped around his torso. He craned his head backward and saw the sleeping pony’s face. He was smiling in his sleep. Sandbar was cute, Gallus decided, not just for a pony, but for anyone. The griffon flushed with pleasure as he recalled the pony asking him to stay in his bed with him after they had cleaned up. Gallus didn’t know if snuggling was a common pony thing, but it almost never happened with griffons. Once a griffon got off, they rarely stuck around for any reason. He hugged the dangling hoof tightly to his chest. Gallus had never even hoped to find someone so kind and sexy and friendly. He was so thankful he had taken the opportunity to come to this school.

The hoof he was hugging suddenly hugged him in return. Gallus could feel the pony behind him stretch and then felt a warm nose push into the back of his neck. Sandbar breathed in deeply. “Your feathers smell nice.”

Gallus had never been complimented on his feathers. He felt himself blushing and chided himself. Silly fledgling thing, getting flustered by someone being nice to him. “Thanks,” he replied simply.

“So, uh, thank you for last night.”

Gallus grinned. “I’d say it was my pleasure, but you seemed to get some pleasure from it too.”

“Ugh, hush, you’re making me hard again.” Gallus wiggled his rump, letting his tail lash on top of the pony’s side. “I—“ he started to speak but had to pause. He seemed to be choosing his words. “I’ve never been with another guy before. And I’m not really into stallions, but this-“

Gallus felt something fleshy poking him in the flank.

“This has been awesome. You’re a great griffon, Gallus. I’m glad we’re friends.”

Gallus frowned. “Friends?”

“Yeah,” Gallus said, stifling a yawn, “School of Friendship, good for friendships. Friendship is sexy.”

Gallus let the idea wash over him. He was definitely Sandbar’s friend. But he was Ocellus’ friend, too. And Smolder’s, and Silverstream’s, and Yona’s. But this feeling he felt with Sandbar. This was different. And not just because of the awesome sex.

“I was thinking more like ‘boyfriend.’”

Gallus felt the pony’s hoof go tense in his arms. “Uhhh.”

“I mean, whatever,” Gallus replied in best sarcastic voice, feeling his heart ache, “that was stupid. Who wants to be all mushy, right?” He was not going to let some stupid pony make him cry. Especially while he was in his stupid bed.

“Hey, no,” Sandbar replied, tightening the hug again. “Don’t be like that. I just— it’s a lot to take in, you know?”

“Tell me about it,” Gallus deadpanned. “I just fooled around with a pony.”

“Boyfriend. Boyfriend.” Gallus felt Sandbar shiver. The griffon tightened his arms around the green hoof. “My boyfriend.” The cold, tight feeling in Gallus’ chest thawed when the pony used the possessive. Sandbar fell quiet for a moment. “My boyfriend the griffon.” He chuckled. “That’s something you don’t hear a lot.”

“I’ve been saying it for years,” Gallus replied. “Of course,” he admitted, “most of those guys I could’ve said that about wouldn’t have liked the term any better.”

Sandbar shifted and Gallus felt a fleshy staff brush past his tail. “So you’ve been with other guys before?”

“Oh yeah,” Gallus replied. “I’m totally gay. That’s why Gilda and I got along so well—no chance I was trying to steal the girls she was after.” The griffon smiled sadly. “I’m pretty sure that’s why they chose me for this school in the first place. Get the gay griffon out of the roost.”

“Wait,” Sandbar said, “You said you’ve been with other guys before, so you can’t be the only gay griffon in Griffonstone, right?”

Gallus scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Plenty of guys will take a beak job, no questions asked.”

Gallus felt Sandbar’s staff poking his flank again.

“Is that my boyfriend poking around back there, or just a curious friend?”

Gallus rolled over, letting go of the pony’s hoof, so he could look Sandbar in the eye. The earth pony bit his lip and stared at Gallus. “To heck with it,” Sandbar said, finally. “You’re my boyfriend.”

Gallus kissed him. Beak and mouth lined up awkwardly, but the gentle pushing and licking by both parties more than made up for any discomfort, at least in Gallus’ eyes.

Sandbar shut and locked the dorm room door. He felt himself blushing furiously, suddenly very nervous to be alone with Gallus. He turned towards his friend and smiled, shyly. His boyfriend, he reminded himself. “So, uh, now that we’re alone…” The griffon tossed his book bag beneath his bed and walked back over to stand in front of the earth pony. “What do you want to do?”

The griffon gave him a roguish grin. “I thought we’d start with this.” He leaned forward and rubbed the side of his beak and face against Sandbar’s face. Sandbar’s heart raced. Gallus pulled the pony towards his bed. Sandbar let himself be led, and stepped up onto the bed, setting his flank down near the foot of the bed. Gallus’s claws squeezed Sandbar’s shoulders and then slowly moved their way down, applying firm pressure to his chest and barrel. Sandbar felt his staff slide from its sheath, as the griffon continued to move lower. One claw slowly scooped up Sandbar’s balls and rolled them around. Sandbar was hard in an instant. He heard himself whinny in excitement. He looked down and watched the tip of Gallus’ tapered penis emerge from the blue fur of his sheath. Gallus’ other claw wrapped around Sandbar’s shaft and slowly stroked upwards. Sandbar gasped as the claws bumped over his medial ring, sending an electric thrill through his groin. When the griffon reached the tip, he squeezed gently. Instead of sending the claw back down, though, he took the claw away and pushed gently at the pony’s chest.

“Lay down. I want to try something.”

Sandbar’s heart was beating hard against his chest as he lay back on the griffon’s bed. His cock stood as a monolith above him, swaying gently in the air. A scent distracted his gaze and he closed his eyes, focusing on the smell of the blanket on which he lay. It had the most amazing blend of dark musk and bright, floral scents. It smelled like Gallus, he realized. The thought made him smile warmly. The blanket was rough, but warm. And suddenly something wet and warm was pushing against the tip of the earth pony’s penis.

“Holy sunlight!” Sandbar swore, opening his eyes. Gallus was kneeling, directly in front of him, his beak was open wide and had several inches of Sandbar’s dark member shoved down it. The warmth and tightness around his head was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was like being inside a mare, but wetter. He moaned and watched Gallus slide down several more inches. He felt his cock twitch strongly, pulling itself up towards his chest. It popped itself out of the griffon’s mouth and slapped down wetly against Sandbar’s chest.

“Hmm,” the griffon said, considering. “Here, let me just move over here.” The griffon spun around, until he stood directly over the earth pony. Sandbar watched in keen interest at the way the knotted cock swayed just a few inches above his face. Gallus moved his head down and the wonderful, overwhelmingly bright sensation returned. Sandbar watched as the griffon moved downward, keeping his beak open wide while his long, pointed tongue snaked even further down Sandbar’s shaft, reaching nearly to his ring.

Sandbar felt himself surge again, blood engorging his cock, the muscles again pulling the shaft towards his body. This time, though, instead of pulling out of the griffon’s mouth, the movement pushed his cock further down the griffon’s throat. Gallus moaned, sending a rumbling feeling down Sandbar’s flesh.

Oh Daylight, this is incredible.

Gallus’ moans continued as he pulled his tongue upward and swirled it around the top of Sandbar’s shaft.

Sandbar’s attention was pulled away from his own shaft when he saw a small bead of wetness emerge from the griffon’s pointed cock.

I wonder what it tastes like.

Sandbar was taken aback by the thought. Sure, he had let Gallus jerk him off, but Sandbar didn’t really have any interest in giving anypony a blowjob. The bead swelled and became a small line, dangling down off the tip. It swayed with the griffon’s movement, swinging forward and back as Gallus’ head moved slowly up and down on the pony’s shaft.

Stop looking. Stop thinking about it. Just enjoy the ride.

Gallus leaned forward and Sandbar gasped as the griffon swallowed him down past his ring. Sandbar felt the head of his shaft pushed up against a firm surface, what he realized must be the back of the griffon’s mouth. His friend’s throat convulsed, and for a moment Sandbar feared he might be choking him, but then he felt the griffon’s mouth slide down quickly. He watched Gallus’ beak brush down nearly to his pouch. Sandbar was awash in excitement. If Gallus’ mouth had been tight, his throat was like a vise, almost painfully tight. He felt his balls pulling up and he held his breath, afraid of spilling over the edge so quickly. As quickly as the pressure came, it was relieved when Gallus pulled back, lifting his head completely free from the pony’s shaft. The griffon gasped and coughed and shook his head in disbelief.

Gallus twisted his head downward at an angle to look Sandbar in the eyes. “That’s a challenge. You feeling good down there?” Sandbar nodded mutely, biting his lip. The griffon returned to his ministrations, and Sandbar returned to watching the glob of precum swing above his face.

After another few moments of ecstasy, Sandbar watched the long strand of precum finally drop free and land on his chest, just below his muzzle.

It’d be the generous thing to do.

He was not letting this turn into a school lesson.

Kind, too, after all he’s done for you.

Sandbar watched as another drop appeared.

The griffon had eased his way back down to the pony’s medial ring. Sandbar felt himself surge again, and knew his flare was starting to form.

Ya’ll can’t be honest with others, he remembered Professor Applejack saying, lest ya’ll are honest with yourselves.

Sandbar stuck out his tongue.

He let it brush, ever so gently along the ridged underside of the griffon’s cock. He lapped at the wet tip and swallowed.

Salty, sweet. Delicious.

Gallus let out of surprised yelp, muffled by all the flesh in his mouth. Sandbar shifted a hoof up and guided the stiff cock downward to his mouth. The smooth, salty taste of precum flowed over his tongue in an instant.

Holy Sunshine, he never thought it would be this good. He felt the stiffness of Gallus’ tip in his mouth and opened wide, letting the whole shaft into his long muzzle. He closed his lips gently around Gallus’ knot. He tried to keep his teeth away from the sensitive flesh, but knew he was rubbing some of them along the large, swollen area.

Sandbar panted through his nose, feeling his orgasm building. He sucked desperately at Gallus’ member, feeling it pulse in his mouth. It throbbed, insistently, begging for more. Precum washed down the back of Sandbar’s tongue in waves, the taste almost lost but the feeling pushing him ever closer to the edge.

He sucked on the flesh in his mouth, feeling it leak and twitch and thrust as the griffon pushed into his face. The rich, musky smell of griffon caused him to buck his hips, thrusting himself farther into the moaning, tight mouth of his friend.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend with his cock down your throat.

Sandbar heard Gallus’ moan change tone, climbing in pitch and the griffon shoved his hips downward, pushing his cock hard into Sandbar’s tongue and into the back of his throat.

And Gallus came.

The hot, sticky feeling flooded the back of Sanbar’s throat and he swallowed instinctively to avoid choking. The smell hit him next. Warm, musky, rich, almost like the blankets but a million times more intensely masculine.

The next wave hit and Sandbar swallowed more, feeling the warmth spread down his gullet. More cum splashed out and filled the pony’s mouth faster than he could swallow. It was bitter and awful and slimy and warm and sweet.

And Delicious.

Sandbar came, without warning. His loins tightened painfully then released. Sandbar gulped down bittersweet griffon semen as he felt himself erupt. A clenching and slurping sound told him Gallus was doing the same thing. He flooded the griffon’s beak, and he moaned around the immense knot in his mouth. He felt a sharp withdrawal, the warmth of the griffon’s mouth gone and replaced with a sudden tight grip of a clawed hand. Sandbar’s wet tip was suddenly exposed to the air, but the loss of sensation was hardly noticed as he emptied himself, screwing his eyes closed as he felt his cock twitch and pulse several more times.

As his orgasm faded, he felt some dim, distant sense of horror what he had just done. He pulled back, and the griffon’s knot emerged, soaking wet and streaked with unswallowed cum. The horror faded into pure, lustful appreciation of his boyfriend’s cum-soaked penis. Sandbar felt his cock twitch again. He looked past the shaft in front of his face and saw a wet mess covering his entire groin. Several long lines of cum draped his shaft and a large pool had collected above his sheath. Gallus wiped a large line of cum from his beak with the claw not supporting the rapidly shrinking pony shaft.

Gallus pulled his lower half upward, drawing the rest of his hard shaft free and spun around to face Sandbar.

“That,” Sandbar said haltingly “was incredible.” The griffon leaned forward, putting his beak directly in front Sandbar’s muzzle. He turned his head to the side, opened his beak and kissed the pony.

Sandbar moaned, tasting the wet mess that remained in the griffon’s mouth, feeling the griffon’s long tongue explore his own. He swallowed the rich, disgusting nectar of their combined cum as he pulled away. He almost gagged, but held back, trying not to ruin the moment. Instead, he wrapped Gallus in an enormous hug, sliding his hooves around under his boyfriend’s wings and pulled him tight.

“It really was.” He smiled. “I totally want to try that again tomorrow night.”

“There’s always the morning,” Gallus said mischievously.

Sandbar lay on his back in bed, his fully-erect shaft laying on his chest. Gallus had elected to do some extra credit physical education for Professor Rainbow Dash, so Sandbar had the room to himself. Which meant he had his thoughts to himself.

Sweet and salty and sort of slimy, but in a good way.

He whinnied, feeling his shaft twitch at the memory. He still couldn’t believe he had sucked Gallus off.

Cum pumped down your muzzle, running out of the sides of your mouth.

Holy sunlight that had been fun.

Griffon beak around your ring, gulping down your shaft.

Sandbar began stroking his shaft. He thought about watching Gallus’s tongue ring around his cock.

The taste.

Sandbar grunted, feeling his balls pull up towards his groin.

His head flared and his rubbed the tip with one hoof.

Feel the knot in your muzzle.

And he could do it again. As soon as Gallus got back to their room.

He felt the muscles in his rear clench, and he moaned in anticipation.

Cum splattered his stomach, landing in a big pool that slid quickly off his barrel and onto his sheets. The next shot went straight up and landed on his shaft as it fell, looking almost like a large, white vein. Several more small pulses coated his stroking hoof and splashed down onto his groin.

Something shifted at the edge of his vision, and he whipped his head around to see the door opening. Gallus! Had he not locked the door? Or had he missed the sound while he was in the throes of his orgasm? He made a move to cover himself with his hooves, but the griffon had already seen, and the mess that stretched flare to stomach was too large to hide. Gallus kicked the door shut with a back leg and smiled widely, his eyes staring hungrily at the mess on Sandbar’s shrinking shaft.

“Looks like you’ve been having fun.”

Sandbar blushed and reached down to grab the towel he had stuffed under his mattress. “I thought you were going to be gone for a while.”

Gallus shrugged. “Turns out Stormy’s sick, and it’s hard to run a buckball match without another flyer.” His eyes never left Gallus’ form as the pony began wiping up his mess. “Still, I did a few good laps around the gym. Set a new personal record.”

“Nice,” Sandbar replied casually. He flipped the towel in half, trapping most of the goo, and dabbed the dry side around his sheath.

“So, uh, I’m gonna hit the shower.” Gallus paused and finally looked Sandbar in the eyes. “Looks like you might need one too. Want to join me?”

Sandbar’s pulse raced as he realized what the griffon was implying. The stalls were fairly private, but a quick peek from anypony walking by would make it obvious there were twice as many legs in the shower. He laughed nervously.

Gallus laughed. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Sandbar tossed the filthy towel over into the dirty towel hamper. “I don’t know,” he replied.

“I’ll make it worth your time.”

It’s insane.

His excited side won, as it often had in the last few days. He flipped over and landed on his hooves out of the bed. The roommates walked out into the hall and into the communal bathroom. None of the three large stalls at the back of the tiled room were in use, nor was anypony using the other facilities. Sandbar breathed a sigh in relief. Gallus nodded to the left-most stall as he grabbed a clawful of towels from the clean stack by the entrance.

Sandbar’s pulse was racing as he walked into the shower. The stall walls extended up well past his head and down to just nearly to the ground. It was a private area, by design, but Sandbar still felt strangely exposed as Gallus stepped in and pulled the shower curtain shut behind himself. The griffon hung the towels on the small, metal hook beside the curtain and stepped forward, nuzzling the earth pony’s side.

Sandbar sighed happily as he felt the warm pressure of the griffon’s body pushing against his own. There was a dark, musky note layered over the usual scent he had come to associate with Gallus. He noticed that the stall, which seemed so large when he was alone, was just barely large enough for the two of them to stand side-by-side without brushing their coats against the walls. Gallus reached a claw out and turned on the water. Sandbar jumped as the cold water poured onto his flank, but after a moment it reached bearable temperature. Gallus shifted his claw on the nob, and the water heated gradually, stabilizing at a level just short of too hot. Gallus stepped back and motioned to Sandbar to go ahead. Sandbar stepped fully under the shower head, the water pouring over his head and neck before he moved, letting it wash over his back and tail. He caught a glimpse of the griffon eyeing him hungrily and Sandbar smiled, flicking his wet tail towards his boyfriend to tease him. Gallus grinned and his tail whipped through the air, slapping the side of the stall. Sandbar stepped back, letting the griffon step into the water. He watched the water stream down and bounce quickly off the griffon’s feathery head and wings. The lower half of his body soaked in the moisture, though, and hung down in long, wet lines of fur.

“Grab that wing cleaner, will you?” Gallus asked, pointing with a wet claw towards the small bottle he had left on the shower bench. Sandbar picked it up carefully with one hoof and glanced at an illustration printed on its cover—a silhouette of a large griffon, his wings spread wide and even. “Do you mind helping? I have a tough time getting the spot right at the base of my wings.” Sandbar squeezed a gooey glob out of the bottle onto his hoof. Gallus turned his back on the pony and stretched his upper body upward, putting his arms on the stone wall. Sandbar thought it was an alluring sight—his body looked especially long and muscular in that position. He felt the first stirrings of arousal as he stepped forward and raised the hoof with the wing cleaner to the middle of his boyfriend’s back. The pony pushed gingerly at the base of Gallus’ wings, right along his spine. He slowly rotated the hoof, letting the soap build up suds. “Hm,” Gallus said roughly, “you’ve gotta be more firm that than. You’ve gotta get it really worked into the feathers.”

Sandbar complied, pressing a little harder with his hoof. He was rewarded with a groan of pleasure that sounded almost sexual. It reminded him all the other times he had heard Gallus groan. His shaft descended from his sheath. He began to work his hoof outward from the center, soaping up the feathers of the right wing. “Ahh,” Gallus sighed, “that feels so good.” Sandbar felt himself blush. Gallus’s tail lashed briefly side-to-side in pleasure, and for a moment Sandbar was treated with an uninterrupted view of the griffon’s backside. Sandbar fought to keep his attention on his boyfriend’s wings instead of his luscious orbs or tantalizing ass.

“Come on,” Gallus prodded, “put your weight into it. Use both hooves if you have to.”

Sandbar raised his other forehoof to put on the griffon’s back. His cock jumped instinctively at the motion of his body, and he realized it now dangled excitedly just behind the griffon’s rear.

Sweet Sunlight, I could just put it right in.

Gallus groaned, low and slow, the sound of his satisfaction rumbling through the pony’s hooves.

Sandbar realized was panting. His shaft ached with desire, bobbing mere inches away from its hopeful destination.

“Gallus, I-“ he started to say, then swallowed as the griffon swung his head back to look at him. Gallus’ eyes caught sight of the massive pole and widened, a smile playing over his avian features.

“You want it?”

Sandbar nodded, dumbly.

“Do it, pony boy.”

Sandbar moaned then, and felt himself surge, the blood rushing to his stiffening cock, causing it to slap up against his barrel. Gallus lashed his tail aside and Sandbar clenched his mouth in concentration. He leaned forward, probing with his firm staff until it found purchase in the soft pout of the griffon’s tail hole. He pushed, and it resisted. He applied a little more pressure and immediately felt his dick slipping off the griffon’s rear and pushing out to the side. He glared at his shaft, sticking out below his left hoof, and pulled back. Repositioning himself, he leaned forward again. Gallus blew out a deep breath. Sandbar pushed, feeling the tight pucker press against his tip. He pushed himself forward again, moving his flank down to a better thrusting position. Nothing moved, and his shaft throbbed from pushing against the griffon’s hard backside. Then suddenly, he slipped forward, and he cried out in surprise as he felt an enormous tightness surround the end of his member.

Gallus cried out, too.

“You okay?” Sandbar asked. His shaft throbbed, begging to be shoved into the tight space in front of it.

“Mm,” the griffon replied. “Fine,” he said through a tightly clenched beak. His eyes were pinched shut. “I’m not made of glass.”

“Good,” the pony breathed heavily. He tried to take it slowly, but the pressure pushing back against his shaft was enormous. After a few futile moments, he thrust his hips forward sternly.

“Aw!” Gallus squawked, “Fucking nope!” The griffon squirmed and flapped his wings frantically.

Sandbar was assaulted by feathers and lost his balance, falling back off the griffon. His hooves slipped on the wet floor and he landed hard on his flank.

Just then, a cheery voice piped up near the bathroom entrance. “And thiiis is the little colt’s room.” A tour. Sandbar froze in panic.

“Hey, Professor?” Gallus yelled out, one claw massaging his rump. “Occupied!”

“Oopsie loopsy!” Pinkie Pie said unapologetically. “Moving on, everypony!” The interruption vanished as quickly as it had come.

Despite being in pain, despite a worry that he’d maybe hurt his boyfriend, despite almost being walked in on, or maybe because of all those things, Sandbar found himself laughing. Gallus looked at him like he had grown a second head. “Of course Professor Pinkie would lead a whole tour group into the bathroom,” he chuckled. “At least I wasn’t mid-thrust.” The serious look on Gallus’ face soured the mood. “Sorry,” he apologized, “are you okay?”

Gallus pulled his wings back to his side and pulled his tail down to cover his offended rear. “Yeah, I feel great,” he replied sarcastically. His expression quickly softened. “Well, not great, really, but I’ll be okay” He sighed. “Stupid honesty lessons,” he muttered to himself. “Sorry for ruining it.”

Sandbar scoffed. “I’m the one that’s sorry. I was impatient and hurt you, dude.”

Gallus stepped forwards and nuzzled the side of the pony’s face. “Okay, it’s agreed. We both suck.” He paused, letting himself linger against the prone pony. “It’s a good thing, too, since that’s all we’ll be doing until I find a big ol’ bottle of lube somewhere.”

Sandbar smiled, despite the discomfort in his flank. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. Then maybe I’ll show you just how much I suck.”

Sandbar poked his head out of the shower stall nervously. He released a deep sigh when he saw nopony was in the room. He stepped out of the shower and kicked the last droplets of water off his hooves. He tossed the soaking towel into the dirty pile as he hurried back his room. He pushed the door open and waited while the griffon followed him in. The earth pony shut the door.

Sandbar kissed Gallus.

I’m sorry, it said, as he tilted his head slightly to the side. I want this, it said as he gently pushed his tongue forwards to explore the griffon’s mouth. I need you now, it said, the two tongues twisting and twining together.

The pony and griffon pulled away simultaneously, and Sandbar gasped at the loss of sensation and with relief at getting a full breath of air.

“I’m sorry,” he said aloud, still thinking about how he had hurt him in the shower.

“For the hundredth time, I’m fine,” Gallus replied gruffly.

“If there’s anything I can do-“ the earth pony said.

The griffon smiled, a small smirk growing into a wider grin. “Well, there is one thing that might make me feel better.”

Sandbar smirked. “Let’s test that theory.” He turned and nudged the griffon backwards towards his bed. Gallus sat on the edge of the bed, his feline legs hanging down below his long body. Sandbar kissed him again, letting his tongue gently move around the interior of Gallus’ beak while the griffon’s tongue played along his own. He broke away, almost reluctantly, and looked down to see a bright red shaft pushing up out of the griffon’s crotch. He raised a hoof and pushed Gallus backward gently. The griffon flopped back dramatically, his wings extending as he fell, making what looked like a feathery explosion. Sandbar kept his eyes up, away from his friend’s rear, still not wanting to think about the hurt he’d just caused. He kept his focus instead on the delicious-looking shaft. He clambered up on the bed and lay down parallel to Gallus, facing the opposing direction. He leaned his head over and gave a gentle lick. The musky aroma was subtler than the last time, the scent nearly masked in the soft, floral smell of the soap. But it was still unmistakably male and griffon.

And undeniably sexy.

Sandbar felt his own shaft sliding from its sheath. Nimble claws guided it down and wrapped around the solidifying girth. Sandbar shuddered and moaned, letting the sensation wash over him. He leaned forward and swallowed the griffon’s length, letting his tongue cradle the shaft. Sandbar felt one claw come free from his shaft and a moment later felt a claw settle at the base of his tail.

He massaged Gallus’ cock, rolling his head forward and back, letting the tip trail along the top of his mouth and back almost out before swallowing back down. The griffon’s knot had begun to form, and it brushed against the front of the pony’s snout as Sandbar leaned forward.

“Lean down some,” Gallus said. Sandbar wasn’t sure what the griffon was up to, but he complied, leaning to the side to keep his shaft from getting trapped as he lowered his body to the bed. The tip lay atop Gallus’ chest. The feel of soft fur against his flesh was a thrill. He pulled his head back, letting the griffon’s tip slide back down his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip. He felt himself surge with excitement as he swallowed the griffon’s sweet precum. Light, if the griffon’s cum tasted like that, he thought, he would just suck his dick all day.

I fail to see how that’s different from now.

Shh, I’m busy, he chided himself. He dove forward, spreading his mouth wide and taking the griffon’s entire length into his muzzle. The shaft twitched and pulsed in his mouth. He felt his own shaft harden. Sweet sunlight, sucking griffon dick made him hard. Even though he had just cum less than an hour ago, he was nearly ready to bust again. He was almost surely leaking pre on the griffon’s chest. That thought did nothing to slow the rush of blood to his flare that Gallus was gently rubbing. Neither did the near-constant faucet of pre coating his tongue as he continued to work on the shaft in front of him.

Sandbar felt the claw on his backside shift and suddenly felt a small amount of pressure at his tail hole. His eyes flew wide and he gasped.

What in Tartarus does he think he’s doing?

The earth pony grunted as the pressure of the claw shifted, wiggling slightly around the opening of the hole. The teasing pressure was exciting.

Except that it’s not. You are not into butt stuff.

He pulled his head off the griffon’s cock to tell his boyfriend to stop. Right as he opened his mouth to talk, Gallus quit teasing and pushed one talon in. Sandbar moaned and slapped a hoof up to cover his open mouth.

“Relax,” his boyfriend commanded, “you said anything, right?”

Not what I meant!

The other part of his brain wasn’t so sure.

The talon pushed forward as the other claw worked at the end of the pony’s penis.

OH LIGHT.

Sandbar felt himself clench his rear involuntarily around the invading digit.

The sensation of the pressure, the tingling of his ring made him whinny.

“Gallus,” he whimpered.

“I’m-“

He felt himself twitch and surge in his boyfriend’s claw. His rear tightened forcefully around the talon before relaxing.

“Y-You,” he stuttered.

The griffon sped up his stroking and shoved the talon in, up to his hand, causing Sandbar to once again clench.

“Gonna,” he grunted before language fled. He felt himself clench and release several times around the talon in his hole, his swollen cock dancing in the griffon’s grip. He threw his head back and felt himself falling over the edge. The pressure built and shone like a beacon in his loins.

He felt himself empty his balls. Every spasm caused his ring to clench on the inserted talon as his cock twitched and thumped against the griffon’s chest. He shuddered as the clenching slowed and gasped as he felt the talon slide back and out of his rear.

“Fuck,” he managed to mutter. He looked down and saw several long lines of cum splattered across Gallus’ tawny chest fur. The griffon had a huge smile on his beak.

“You liked it.”

It didn’t seem to Sandbar that there was any way to deny it. Instead of trying, he just went back to sucking the griffon’s knotted dick.

“FUCK,” the griffon exclaimed loudly.

You liked it.

He swirled his tongue around the tip, collecting the large dollop of delicious fluid and savoring the taste.

You like sucking dick, too.

He dove forward, eliciting a near screech of pleasure from Gallus as the pony’s muzzle engulfed the entire length.

You’d like his knot in your butt, too.

Oh Light, Sandbar realized. He really, really would. The pony moaned, letting himself think about it. The griffon under him squirmed and mewled. The pony lightly applied his teeth to the knot, ever so gently holding it firm without biting. A squirt of precum hit the back of his throat, and he knew Gallus was getting close.

He pulled back, letting his tongue trail the entire ridged underside until he pulled completely off. He nibbled at the tip with his teeth and the griffon moaned deeply. “Maybe,” he said, “when we find that lube,” he paused to lap at the emerging precum, “you can fuck me, too.”

Gallus panted and thrust his hips upward and Sandbar barely got his mouth back around the griffon’s shaft before rich, sticky cum filled his muzzle.

The pony swallowed and tried not to grimace. The taste wasn’t nearly as alluring without his own rising orgasm flooding his senses. Still, the pressure of the throbbing knot and the warmth of the ejaculate were pleasant. Sandbar swallowed everything he could, until only a slimy aftertaste remained. He could hear Gallus panting below him, his breath ragged but slowly returning to normal. He gave the hard, red shaft another lick, just to make the griffon squirm.

“I would really, really like to fuck you,” his boyfriend said breathlessly.

What have you gotten yourself into?

“I can’t believe we have to go camping after that last awful field trip,” Ocellus moaned. Sandbar, who had overslept after his adventures with Gallus the night before and who was not looking forward to a long day away hiking in the woods, grunted in agreement.

“Oh, come on, I’m sure this will be much better than last time,” Silverstream replied.

“Oh, sure,” Gallus replied, shifting the weight of the large pack on his back. “Carrying around our own weight in gear sounds like a blast.”

“Yak not worried about weight,” Yona offered confidently. “Maybe yak carry your pack too, if griffon is so weak.” She smiled smugly.

Sandbar, who had recently become well acquainted with the well-toned legs of his boyfriend started to say something in Gallus’ defense, but was interrupted by professor Applejack.

“Y’all, quit whinin’. This trip is gonna be fun, I promise. And I double checked with Fluttershy, and y’all each have packs well within your, uh, what’d she call it, ‘weight tolerances.’” She flipped her own extremely large pack off the ground and onto her back with a flick of one hoof. “Now let’s get to walkin’.”

The six friends gathered their things and began pacing after their teacher. “Not whining,” Gallus grumbled quietly.

Sandbar sidled up next to him. He smiled and said quietly, “No kidding. I’ve heard you whine, but it’s usually about wanting more, not less.”

A wingtip reached out and slapped Sandbar just behind his pack. “Hush, you.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Sandbar replied with a grin.

“What are you two whispering about?” a cheerful voice interrupted. Sandbar cleared his throat and stepped a pace away from Gallus.

“Nothing!” The two males replied simultaneously.

“I love talking about nothing!” Silverstream gushed. “Did you know that zero as a mathematical concept didn’t show up in pony or hippogriff culture until roughly two thousand years ago?”

Gallus sighed. “I know, I was in that class when Head Mare Twilight explained it.”

“Isn’t it great that we have so many classes together?”

Sandbar laughed, his mind totally off the dread the prospect of a second field trip had introduced. As he realized that, he wondered if that had been Silverstream’s goal all along.

“Right,” Applejack said, lowering her pack to the ground. “Y’all’ve got three tents to share between ya. I’ll help you get set up, then it’s off t’ do some forestin’ while we still got sunlight.”

“Ooh! I call Yona as my tent-mate!” Silverstream called out to the group. Yona smiled shyly at the excited hippogriff.

Gallus raised a wing tip and pointed towards Sandbar. “I’m with him since we’re-“

“Already roommates!” Sandbar interrupted, loudly.

“Makes sense to me,” Applejack agreed. “Ocellus, that leaves you and Smolder, that work?”

The changeling and dragon nodded, and Applejack heaved the large pack off her back.

“Hey,” Gallus said, stepping towards Sandbar. “Why did you say that?”

Sandbar blushed and looked around to make sure his other friends couldn’t hear their conversation. “Well, we are, right?”

Gallus looked crestfallen. “Well, yeah, but…” Seeing the look on the griffon’s face made Sandbar’s heart hurt.

“First thing you need to do,” the professor announced loudly, “is find a level, stable bit o’ ground.” She paused. “Y’all payin’ attention? I don’t wanna be rescuin’ your tents from the stream in the middle o’ the night just cause y’all can’t be bothered to set ‘em up right.”

The six students turned their full attention to their teacher. Sandbar spared a quick look at Gallus, who seemed to be pointedly ignoring him. As they began setting up the tent, Sandbar found that Gallus wouldn’t say more than a word or two at a time.

When they were finally done, Gallus ducked inside the tent. Sandbar sighed and followed after a moment. The griffon had rolled himself into a circle on top of his sleeping bag, his face away from the entrance. Sandbar kneeled down on his own bag, just inches away. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said, letting the pain in his chest color his words.

“I just thought this was going to be different,” Gallus’ rough voice replied, still buried in his side. “I thought, finally, some creature who actually likes me and wants to be with me.”

Sandbar sighed and shifted uncomfortably. “I do like you.” It sounded weak in his own ears. “Like, a lot.” He paused. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to tell everypony.” He heard Gallus make some kind of strangled noise. “But,” he swallowed nervously, “if it’s important to you, maybe I can work on it?”

The griffon twisted slightly, letting his face free of his side and glanced at the earth pony. “Do you mean it?”

Sandbar hugged the griffon with one leg. “Yeah,” he replied.

Sweet Celestia, I really mean it.

He fought to keep himself from panicking.

How in Equestria do I tell everypony I’m… I’m…

He found himself unable to even think the word.

I’m with Gallus?

After a long day of berry gathering, trail walking, and bug catching, Gallus was happy to retire to his tent. He would have been happier if his boyfriend would have actually admitted to being his boyfriend in public, but Sandbar had offered to work on it.

The green pony walked in behind him and shut the tent flap. They were pressed side to side in the small tent as Gallus flipped his sleeping bag open. Gallus lay down and looked up at Sandbar, appreciating the curves of his torso that gave way to the shaft he had come to enjoy frequently. He reached up and gave Sandbar’s flank a gentle caress with his claw. Sandbar shuddered and the barest hint of his tip slipped from his sheath.

“Oh, Light,” the pony whimpered quietly. “I’ve been waiting to be alone with you all day.” He leaned his head down and kissed Gallus on the cheek. Gallus felt his own shaft start to peek out against the soft lining of the sleeping bag. Gallus turned his head slightly to the side and opened his beak, letting Sandbar’s muzzle lock with his open mouth. Their tongues played against one another and the twisting, warm sensation sent blood rushing to his crotch. He could see from the corner of his eye that it was affecting Sandbar similarly, as his shaft slowly dropped to its full length. The pony moaned around the griffon’s tongue.

Gallus pulled back and put a single talon up to the pony’s lips. “Shh,” he said, “this isn’t Griffonstone, right?”

Sandbar bucked his hips softly and cleared his throat. “Right, right, yeah.” His cock twitched upward. “Don’t want everyone else hearing, I guess.”

“Sit down,” Gallus said, pulling gently on the pony’s shoulders. Sandbar sat obediently on his flank, his staff poking out between his front legs. Gallus grabbed the crown of the pony’s penis with one claw and lazily tugged at it.

Sandbar moaned deeply.

“Everypony okay in there?” A voice called from near the tent flap. “Y’all ain’t getting sick, are ya?”

Gallus hastily pulled his claw away and pulled the top of his sleeping bag up over his exposed shaft. “Nope, we’re fine, professor!” He called loudly. “I think Sandbar may have just eaten too many berries.” He motioned with a claw at his boyfriend.

“Oh!” Sandbar said slowly. “Oh, uh, y-yeah, hah hah, y-you know me, just, uh, eating all those berries.”

Gallus buried his face in his claws. His pony friend had many fine qualities, not the least of which was still throbbing between his legs, but coming up with cover stories was not one of his skills.

Thankfully, it seemed Applejack was not inclined to pry. “That’d do it. If ya need to be sick, try and do it out in the woods, if ya could. I didn’t pack extra bedding.”

Gallus jumped in to answer before his stuttering boyfriend could ruin it. “Yeah, totally, I’ll keep an eye on him professor.”

“Thanks, Gallus. Y’all get some rest now, ya hear?”

A moment later, Gallus hear hoofsteps moving away from the tent. “Phew,” said Sandbar quietly. “That was close.”

Gallus nodded, turning his attention back to the pony’s staff. He eyed the small drop of precum that was forming at the tip. “You think you can keep it down?” He asked in a soft voice.

Sandbar nodded and grinned. Gallus threw back the cover of his sleeping bag to reveal his own hard staff. He gave it a quick stroke with one claw and then scooted his flank onto his boyfriend’s space. He brushed the pony’s back with his wing, letting the wingtip drag slowly down the spine. Sandbar shivered and his cock twitched upward. Gallus took hold of it in both claws and moved them in unison down the shaft. The smooth surface of the skin rippled and stretched at the griffon’s ministrations. Sandbar had his mouth closed tight but was making little grunting noises that made Gallus’ cock swell. He brushed past the thick ring of flesh past the middle of the pony’s shaft and Sandbar shuddered. Gallus grinned and immediately pulled his claws back up, squeezing the sensitive area tightly.

“Ohhh,” Sandbar moaned aloud.

Without thinking, Gallus quickly moved one claw away from the pony’s shaft up to his muzzle. The claw clamped down. “Shh!” he cautioned.

The moan turned into a low, voiceless groan and Sandbar’s eyes narrowed in pleasure. Gallus felt the shaft in his other claw throb.

“You’re into this!” he whispered triumphantly, squeezing the earth pony’s muzzle in his claw. Sandbar’s eyes shot open and he shook his head. Gallus let the claw around his muzzle drop.

“No way,” the pony protested. “T-that’d be weird, right?”

He used his now-free claw to stroke the green fur of Sandbar’s chest. “Weirder than cumming in a griffon’s beak?” he asked. His other claw felt a tug of movement as the pony’s shaft surged with blood. “Weirder than wanting to swallow down this whole knot?” He wiggled his hips and Sandbar started panting. Gallus moved his claw upward until it was resting at the top of Sandbar’s neck, just below the start of his muzzle. He gave an experimental squeeze, not hard, certainly not rough enough to hurt.

He felt a glob of wetness splatter his chest and glanced down to see the pony’s flared head dancing above the griffon’s claw, its tip leaking out the precum that hadn’t splattered the griffon’s coat. Gallus felt his own staff go rock hard in response. He started stroking the shaft with the claw that wasn’t latched around his boyfriend’s neck.

“Let’s be weird then.” He increased the pressure of his grip and again felt the pony’s cock surge in his other claw. He felt his tail lashing in excitement, watching the crowned head leak clear fluid in a slow, steady stream. He pulled the shaft upwards until he only had to lean down slightly to put the tip into his beak. He lapped at the fluid and pumped with his right claw, causing more of the precum to flow onto his tongue. Sandbar whinnied softly and Gallus grinned as he squeezed the sound off at the source gently, reminding the earth pony to stay quiet. Gallus found himself rock hard and decided he wanted some attention of his own. He removed his right claw from the pony’s shaft and leaned back on his flank. His other claw never left Sandbar’s neck. He tugged the pony downward, bringing that long muzzle tantalizingly close to Gallus’ throbbing erection. Sandbar took the hint and opened his muzzle wide, taking the griffon’s entire length into his mouth.

Gallus shuddered, letting the feeling flow through him from tail to talon.

“Mmm,” Sandbar moaned.

Gallus gave the pony’s neck another squeeze, which elicited a wide-eyed look of shock to flash over Sandbar’s face. The pony pulled back quickly and Gallus let him go, releasing his grip. Sandbar gasped and spluttered for air. “Ah!” he whimpered, putting a hoof to his throat and giving it a gentle rub. Gallus flinched. “hah,” the earth pony breathed, “a little too much.” He cleared his throat and then looked at Gallus with sad eyes. “Sorry,” he said.

Gallus fluffed out his wings, making the thin walls of the tent flutter. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Sandbar croaked, still massaging his neck. He glanced down at Gallus’ loins and huffed. “You’re getting soft. Here, let me fix that.” It was true, Gallus noticed, his shaft had deflated somewhat and the sudden decrease had caused the pent-up precum to flow from his less turgid member. Sandbar scooped the wetness up eagerly in his wide tongue and made a show of swallowing it before starting to suck on it again. Gallus’ shaft instantly hardened. He moved one claw down to Sandbar’s neck and gave a light, experimental squeeze. The pony’s shaft bounced upward, a thin line of precum dribbling out of its tip. Gallus grinned, but then reluctantly let go so he could twist his body around. Sandbar continued his loving attention to Gallus’ shaft, twisting his tongue from side to side, the weight and strength of it massaging the knot of thick tissue at the base. Gallus grunted quietly, and felt his balls start to pull upward. He was determined to make Sandbar come first for once, though, and he clenched his groin, holding himself back from the edge.

He spread his beak wide and guided Sandbar’s cock into his throat with both claws. He sucked in a deep breath and let the wide shaft glide down his innards, until he felt completely stuffed. He worked himself down, forcing back a desire to gag. Finally, he was a few feather-widths from the base, the swollen ring rubbing against his tongue. It was a magnificent feeling, being completely full while having his own knot massaged and slurped. He felt himself go light-headed from the feeling. And, he realized, with a burning sensation in his chest, from the lack of air. He reluctantly pulled back, watching the huge, wet pole slide out of his beak and come free with a wet pop sound. Gallus gulped in air and pulled the shaft back, hungrily. He swallowed the stream of sweet precum that poured from Sandbar’s shaft. Gallus spared a thought to wonder how badly he, himself was leaking, but that almost brought him to the edge as Sandbar began bobbing his head, the motion on and off of the griffon’s knot making it throb. He desperately swallowed the pony and mirrored the action, eliciting a small moan that vibrated all the way through the griffon’s shaft.

“Aw fuck aw fuck,” the griffon cried, or tried to. It turned into a wordless, heaving whine with the large shaft filling his throat. His balls had pulled up tight and the wetness and motion and smell of pony and the cock down his throat were too much. He was going to, going to-

The shaft in his mouth and throat spasmed and shook, and Gallus felt warmth flooding deeper down his gullet into his stomach. His eyes rolled in pleasure, and he felt a desperate pressure finally break free. It was like falling from the soaring heights of Griffonstone, falling at speed, nearly to the ground, as he felt his body pass the point of no return. Sandbar thrust with his hips and Gallus found his beak pressed up against the green fur of the pony’s groin. The musky smell of pony balls and the warm cum flooding his belly and the excitement of taking his boyfriend’s full length was too much.

Gallus felt his knot swell and his groin ache and everything was too much and he was coming, like he had never come. He had no sense at the moment how rich and deep and intense the moment was, just that he was riding a bright wave of pure air, floating freely in the air as his body tugged itself in all directions. The moment slowly faded, and he felt his balls still tugging, the muscles deep inside him still clenching rhythmically, and a deep need to breathe. He quickly pulled back, much as he hated to let go, and Sandbar’s shaft flopped free of Gallus’ beak. A last, small puddle of cum fell from the griffon’s mouth as the flared head pulled loose. Gallus spluttered and coughed, as his orgasm slowly faded.

After a few heaving breaths, his pulse returned to normal and he watched in delight as Sandbar pulled away, lapping at the edge of his mouth to swallow the last dollop of griffon cum that tried to leak free. He laid his head down on the pony’s flank, breathing in the musky richness. The silly pony made him so happy. And so hard. He wished for the thousandth time that Sandbar would just be open about their relationship—it would be even better to share it openly, Gallus thought. The moment of frustration passed quickly, though, in the afterglow of amazing sex. He stood just enough to swing his body around so he and Sandbar were facing the same direction, and he nuzzled his beak against the pony’s shoulder. He fell asleep quickly, nuzzled into the warm green fur.

“Hey, like, welcome to Nature’s Cure,” a warm, lazy voice said in greeting.

“Uh, h-hi,” Sandbar said, waving a hoof. “Do you have-“ The green-coated mare closed her eyes halfway and started humming, which interrupted his thoughts. “Uh.” She seemed totally oblivious. “I’ll just take a look around then.” He glanced about the dark interior of the shop, seeing potions, tinctures, and plants of all sizes scattered across tables, shelves, and stands. There didn’t seem to be an order to it that he could find.

The humming suddenly ceased. “Sorry, I just had to, like, re-balance my chakras when you entered. Are you searching for something, like, cosmic?”

Sandbar blinked. “Uh, I don’t think so?” He rubbed a hoof through his mane, glad that there was no one else in the shop.

“I’m actually here because I’m looking for-“ he coughed nervously, and lowered his voice, “um. Personal, uh, lubricant.”

“Lubrication for the mind, body, or astral self?”

“Uh, body,” he replied shyly. “Seems some, uh, parts don’t fit too well without some help.”

“Groovy,” the mare said, nodding slowly. “Share the love.”

Sandbar was blushing furiously.

“Righteous,” she drawled. “This way.” She gestured with a hoof towards the back of the shop.

Sandbar followed her, and she pushed open a small door. He stepped through, expecting to see a small storeroom. Which he did see. He also saw that he and the shop pony weren’t the only ones there. Sandbar gaped as a pink-maned pegasus mare weighed an extremely thick double-ended dildo in her hoof, while a rainbow-maned pegasus mare beside her blushed and stared wide-eyed. “Is that even going to fit?” Professor Dash asked. “Oh, Dashie,” Professor Fluttershy cooed, “I can make anything fi-aaaAAH!” she screeched as she spotted Sandbar. She dropped the dildo and zipped behind Rainbow Dash. Professor Dash grabbed the dildo mid-fall and shoved it back onto a shelf behind her. “Hey! Sandbar! I, uh, we were just, I mean, uh.”

The shop pony interrupted her by walking between Sandbar and Rainbow Dash, oblivious to the awkward situation. She picked up a large, brown bottle in one hoof and turned back to the earth pony. The bottle was decorated with a crude drawing of a zebra standing on his back legs, an unnaturally large penis suspended from between his legs in the air, pointed at the viewer. “Apply this liberally before you start,” she said. Sandbar thought he might die from embarrassment. “Then it’s just, like, sometimes big things come in small packages,” the shop pony continued with a sly wink.

“H-h-Hahaha ha haha haha ha.” Sandbar slapped a hoof over his mouth when he realized he sounded deranged.

“I’ll be up front when you’re ready to pay,” the shop pony said placidly, before calmly strolling away.

Sandbar glanced up and saw a mortified look on Professor Dash’s face. It was a look that was surely mirrored on his own face.

“Okay,” the blue pegasus said gruffly. “I think we can all agree that we’re just going to pretend this never happened.” Sandbar nodded his head vigorously, and heard a small squeak of agreement come from Professor Fluttershy.

“Fluttershy, why don’t you grab the, uh,” her blush intensified, “well the you know what, and let’s get out of here.” Sandbar decided that the shelf behind him held some very interesting items and turned to identify them as the pegasi scurried out of the room.

Sandbar blew out a shaky breath and then actually looked at the display in front of him, which, it turned out, contained whips and light flails. He thought he might faint. He thought about just running out, but then he’d just run into his teachers again. And he wouldn’t get to buy the one thing he came for. Sliding quickly away from the whips, he moved shyly through the little room. He never knew there were so many kinds of balms, salves, and potions related to sex. And then he was standing in front a shelf containing an assortment of rubber dildos. They ranged in size from the monstrosity Fluttershy had been eyeing (Just forget about that, shall we?), to comically large, to ones about the size of Sandbar’s own member, to thin, to those small enough that Sandbar couldn’t even imagine their actual use. Some were flared, some were thin and pointed. It was actually fascinating to see the variety, Sandbar thought. He was so caught up in intrigue that he forgot all about being mortified. His eyes caught sight of something that made his heart leap. There on the shelf was a rubbery doppleganger of his boyfriend’s cock, knot and all. He felt himself slide from his sheath at the sight, and he licked his lips involuntarily. He picked it up gingerly, running a hoof along its length.

Oh Light, it’s just like the real thing.

“Groovy, you found one of the exotics.” Sandbar jumped in surprise and was proud that he managed not to scream. The shop pony tilted her head slowly to the side. “The universe, like, totally aligns with you holding that.” She smiled. “You can have it for half off.”

Sandbar, who had been about to put the griffon dildo back, paused.

Where are you even going to keep it?

“How much?”

What are you doing? This is obscene.

“Thirty bits.”

“Thirt—this is normally sixty bits?”

The shop pony nodded. “Somepony had to travel all the way to Griffonstone and find a willing participant to model, because there’s not that many griffons around here.” She grinned. “Do what you love, right?”

Sandbar had the weird realization that somepony actually had that job. Somepony went around just looking at penises all day. He shook his head.

“Of course, there’s a griffon attending the new school,” the shop pony continued.

Sandbar’s ears perked and his tail stiffened. “Hahaha, yeah,” he laughed nervously. “Okaysoyeah,” he rushed, “I’ll take it.”

“Groovy,” the shop pony said. She motioned back toward the front of the store.

Sandbar closed the door to his and Gallus’ room and heaved a sigh of relief as he dropped the nondescript brown paper bag onto a desk. He had been terrified of dropping the bag and having its contents spill out into Ponyville square. Now he was safely home.

“Hey,” a voice greeted him. “What’s in the bag?”

Sandbar felt heat rising to his face and ears. “A s-surprise?”

Gallus flapped over and engulfed the earth pony in a hug. “I love surprises,” he said in a low voice right beside Sandbar’s ear. “Maybe when I get back from practice I’ll give you a little surprise of my own.” Sandbar felt like melting.

Sandbar kissed Gallus, reveling in the contrast between hard beak and soft but supple tongue. He ran a hoof down the griffon’s side and smiled as he encountered an emerging tip.

Gallus stepped back reluctantly. His face was flushed and his feathers suddenly ruffled. He shook his wings free and flapped them back into place. “Hm, no time for that. Professor Dash will kill me if I’m late again.” Sandbar blushed furiously at the mentioned of Rainbow Dash. “What?” the griffon asked.

Sandbar shook his head. “I’ll tell you later.”

Gallus left and Sandbar stared at the unopened package. What had he been thinking?

On the other hoof, he considered, Gallus was going to be gone for an all-day practice.

Sandbar positioned the heavily-lubricated dildo against his rear. The other end sat braced against the wall. He released his hoof and straightened his body. He felt his hole quivering in anticipation. He was already out of his sheath. He leaned back, letting the tapered end of the faux griffon penis slide forward.

Oh, it’s just like his claw.

He felt his cock twitch at the memory. He felt his sphincter clench and the dildo slid back, losing the tiny bit of progress he had made. Sandbar blew out a deep breath; he pushed back. The tingling sensation of his ring sent a shiver through his spine. Push a little more.

Ow. It felt like the dildo was hitting a wall inside him.

Relax.

He felt himself clench again, and the dildo slid back out, nearly falling to the floor. He shifted, sliding the tip back up to rest against his ponut again. He pushed.

There it was again. He felt his cock surge in delight. Fuck, it felt good to have something back there.
A little more, and it hit the same blockage.

Sandbar took several deep breaths, resisting the urge to clench his sphincter around the invading rubber. He kept the pressure steady, the barest bit of the tip still inside his anus.

Breathe.

Relax.

Breathe.

Relax.

Sandbar felt the dildo shift and gasped as it suddenly slid forward, an immense pressure filling his insides. The tip touched up against some part of his insides that felt incredible. He moaned in unsteady breaths. His cock surged with blood and that caused the feeling inside him to escalate, a warmth spreading from that pressured spot throughout his groin.

“Fuck.” He was leaking. A large splatter of clear fluid stained the floor beneath him. He felt blindly with one hoof and discovered the toy was in up to the knot. “Oh, Light,” he panted.

Imagine letting Gallus do this to you.

Sandbar felt himself clench, but pushed back, unwilling to let any of the dildo slide free. It set off another wave of warmth. This time it cascaded down his entire shaft, the feeling making him entirely hard. Wetness dripped freely from his flared tip.

Fuck, he was already flared.

Imagine his weight over you. Sandbar stroked his shaft with a forehoof.

He’s panting, thrusting into you. Sandbar moaned, gritting his teeth as another clenching spasm sent waves through him.

Hard knot pushing up against you, making you glow, making you wet.

“F-f-fuck,” he muttered.

As the clenching spasm relaxed, he shifted his weight back, leaning into the toy. It was so big. His ass ached, pleasure and pain rippling simultaneously through his nerves. Thank everything he had applied plenty of lube.

“Nn, you’re so tight!”

“Ah. Ah!” he shivered as the latest tightening forced back the little progress he had made to take the knot. “Huu,” he sighed, as the moment passed. He pushed back again, steadily, and felt his hole stretch and an enormous presence began to fill his opening. Lines of precum crossed the floor where his swinging cock had thrown them.

“I’m gonna fill you up!”

Sandbar bit his lip, hard. All four knees were starting to shake. He yelped as he felt the toy sliding forward, pulling itself inward as his hole stretched past the widest curve of the knot. His insides were on fire. The blaze consumed his entire body, the heat making his flared shaft dance and surge and twitch as his heart pounded and his head spun.

Sweet Sunlight, it’s in!

“F-f-fuck me,” he whimpered.

You can take a griffon’s knot. A griffon fucking you, filling you with cum.

“FUCK!” he cried out as he felt his orgasm crest, his bouncing cock setting off wave after wave of pleasure from that magical spot inside him being mashed by the griffon dildo. His insides clenched uselessly around the knot, unable to fully close and just adding more tingling fuel to the fire.

Sandbar cried out wordlessly as he came. He watched, head down, as cum jetted out, splattering the floor in jerky, unpredictable spasms. After a moment, the earth pony felt his entire core tighten, his shaft slapping up against his chest. A huge stream of cum exploded from his stiffened tip, hitting his muzzle and face. His cock stayed rigidly against his barrel as it launched several more strands with each spasm.

The ejaculate ended, but the spasms continued for what felt like hours. His still-hard staff bounced pitifully, dribbling out clear fluid. Sandbar’s pulse was racing, his heart pounding and lungs burning. He took several deep breaths to try to calm himself.

Slowly, the high faded. Slowly, the earth pony felt his staff start to go soft. Slowly, the pressure inside him went from being orgasmic to uncomfortable. He took a shaky hoof and pulled at the base of the toy sticking out his rear. His ponut complained harshly when he pulled the toy, unwilling to stretch back out to release the knot. The fullness inside him was quickly becoming unbearable. He tugged rhythmically, until he felt the toy give, stretching him wide again. Sandbar cried out in pain. The toy slid free with a disgustingly slick popping sound. It hurt, but the relief from the pressure was almost worth the pain.

The earth pony sank to his knees, uncaring of the mess it left on his coat.

He couldn’t wait to do that with Gallus.

Gallus spent most of practice with his head in the clouds. Figuratively, of course. Usually the buckball field was the place where he felt most focused; the place where his worries melted away and he could forget trying to memorize pony history, or what kind of stitch held dresses together, or the names of ten very similar looking snakes. Today, though, he couldn’t seem to keep his focus on the ball. When he whiffed on a second easy pass in a row, Professor Dash blew her whistle and yelled from the ground.

“Gallus! What the heck are you thinking?”

About having sex with Sandbar, duh. He didn’t dare say that, though. “Sorry, coach!”

“You’ll be sorrier if you don’t get the next ball! Fifteen extra laps sorrier!”

“Okay, okay, geez,” he replied, fighting not to roll his eyes in consternation.

He did manage to get the next pass, and even stopped an incoming shot from Sugar Maple. His team was controlling the ball, and Gallus starting thinking about the bag Sandbar had brought to their room. He really hoped the surprise was what he thought it was. He couldn’t wait to show the pony his own surprise.

“Gallus!” Professor Rainbow Dash yelled.

“Aw, dammit,” the griffon muttered as a ball sailed past his head.

Gallus was stiff and sore returning to the dorms after practice. If he hadn’t been horny as Tartarus he would have gone directly to bed. As it was, he was nearly sliding from his sheath as he unlocked and opened the door to the room he and Sandbar shared. The green pony was sitting on his bed, a book held his front hooves. He smiled at Gallus and flipped the book shut. Gallus kicked the door closed and flew over to pounce on his boyfriend. He caught Sandbar and knocked him backward into his pillows. The pony had obviously just bathed—he still smelled of soap. After a wide-eyed moment of surprise, Sandbar laughed and kissed Gallus. Gallus moaned at the feeling of that wide tongue exploring the hard corners of his beak. His whole body ached physically but he felt like a million bits, there in the hooves of his pony.

After a few moments, the kiss ended. “Well?” Gallus said expectantly.

“Well what?” Sandbar asked with a small laugh.

“I’m ready for that surprise now.”

Sandbar’s face flushed red, and Gallus felt the earth pony’s half-hard staff twitch between their bodies. “Y-yeah.” Gallus felt Sandbar’s cock go firm. “What about yours then?”

Gallus hopped off and fluttered back to his bed, hoping he would ask. He reached down under the frame and rummaged until he found what he was looking for. He held the item behind his back. “You first,” he insisted.

Sandbar coughed nervously and reached behind his bed, pulling out a large brown bottle with a well-endowed zebra on the label.

Gallus laughed. “What’re the odds, huh?” He pulled out an identical bottle and put it on their shared desk. The two shared a laugh. “You go to that shop with the weird hippie, too?”

Sandbar nodded and then winced. “Oh, man, I have got to tell you about seeing Professors Dash and Fluttershy there.”

Gallus shook his head. Nope, not going there. “Later,” he said. “Right now I’d rather see if this stuff is any good.”

Sandbar grinned as Gallus flew back over and landed on the pony’s bed. The griffon grabbed the pony’s forelegs and pinned him to the bed. Gallus leaned forward and they exchanged another sloppy kiss. Gallus, despite being desperate for what might come next, also found himself wishing the moment would never end. The two parted, a small strand of saliva dripping from the griffon’s beak to land on the pony.

Gallus relaxed his grip and Sandbar sat up. The pony nuzzled Gallus, his breath coming in short, excited bursts. He gave the back of the griffon’s head a small nip, which caused Gallus to shudder.

“Leave the preening for later,” he insisted. He shifted Sandbar’s head and pulled him into another kiss.

As the kiss ended, Sandbar discovered to no surprise that he was fully hard. He was so turned on by what they were about to do.

“How do you want to do it?” Gallus asked with a hungry look in his eyes.

“W-well, uh, I’ve never, uh,” Sandbar swallowed, trying to clear away his nerves. It was ridiculous to be nervous at this point, he told himself, after all they had done together recently. “I mean, I’ve always been on top before.” He considered. “But that was mares, so, uh?”

Gallus stroked a claw down the pony’s chest fur. “I’ve never topped,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “Maybe we could both try something new?”

Sandbar whinnied and felt his cock slap his chest just behind where the griffon’s was stroking his fur.

Sweet sunlight, this is really happening.

He nodded, dumbly. His face felt like it was aflame. The griffon grinned widely and thrust his arms into the air. “Yes! YES!” Sandbar got a clear view of the griffon’s underside—it was clear his staff shared in the enthusiasm. “Oh heck yeah,” he rubbed his claws together excitedly. “Show me that pony butt.”

Sandbar felt ridiculous, but he turned and presented himself to Gallus. He lifted his tail, showing off his most private area to the griffon. Gallus reached out with both claws and grabbed Sandbar’s flanks, just behind his cutie marks. The griffon squeezed aggressively and Sandbar moaned, feeling his staff jump and his tail flag.

The rational part of his brain that would usually be complaining wasn’t even protesting.

You need this.

Sweet Celestia, he really did. He wanted Gallus to rut him silly. The thought caused his tail to flag again.

“Aw yeah,” the griffon said in appreciation of the sight. Sandbar felt hot breath on his backside and watched over his shoulder as Gallus lowered his head. A warm, wet, wriggling presence pushed at his ponut.

“F-f-fuck,” he stuttered. Gallus’ tongue swirled around the sensitive opening and Sandbar bit his lip, holding back from whining in pleasure. The thin tongue suddenly pushed inside and Sandbar lost control, moaning low and long. He felt like his staff was already getting wet from just anticipation. Holy sunlight, he had to pull it together if he wanted to last long enough to get Gallus’ shaft in him. His cock twitched. “Fuuuuck,” he complained.

After a few moments, the griffon pulled free and gave the pony’s flanks another firm squeeze. “You like that, huh?” Sandbar shook his head vigorously in agreement, finding it hard to talk over the raging pleasure. He swallowed and forced himself to some level of composure. “Ohh,” he panted, “m-mount me.” He saw a devilish gleam in the griffon’s eyes. “Mount me, Gallus,” he commanded, his voice suddenly firm.

The griffon grabbed one of the bottles of lube and popped the cork free with his beak. “With pleasure,” he agreed. The thick, clear liquid oozed from the bottle and onto Gallus’ waiting claw. The griffon wasted no time in liberally smearing his cock in the goo, moving from tip to base. Sandbar stepped forward and braced his front legs on the mattress, leaving his rear upward and fully exposed to his boyfriend. Gallus had a blissful grin on his beak. He stood up, raising his front half up over Sandbar, and the pony’s nerves finally made an appearance.

“J-just be easy,” he cautioned. The griffon nodded, his complete attention focused on the pony’s raised rear.

Oh Light oh Light oh sweet Sunlight he’s going to fuck you.

Sandbar felt the griffon’s weight on his back, Gallus’ claws supporting the top half of his body. He could feel the heat of the griffon’s body lurking behind and on top of him. Sandbar felt Gallus shift, and suddenly there was a pressure on his backside.

Just like the claw, just like the dildo, but even warmer. Hot even.

Sandbar moaned and he heard Gallus blow out a shaky breath. The griffon pushed forward and Gallus gasped to feel pressure inside him. His practice session had given him an idea of the feeling, but having it connected to his boyfriend, his griffon, was unbearably sexy. He felt his cock surge, which made his hole spasm.

“Whoa-oo,” Gallus said in an ecstatic tone. “Nnn,” he grunted and Sandbar felt a second push, the staff inside him sliding just a bit deeper.

“Ah!” he cried out, as his ass clenched and the griffon’s cock impacted his internal wall.

The presence above him flinched and then froze. “Sorry, sorry!” the griffon said.

“N-no,” Sandbar managed, screwing his eyes shut and trying to slow his breathing. “It’s okay, really, I just—“ he blew out a deep breath. “Just need to focus.”

Breathe.

Out.

Light, he’s in you. He’s fucking inside you.

Sweet summer skies, Gallus grinned, he was actually topping. He was inside Sandbar. Just barely, but still, oh how amazing. He leaned forward, putting his weight on the pony’s shoulders, trying to keep himself still inside the pony. He knew first-claw how it felt to have another creature going too fast for comfort. He grimaced, fighting the urge to just shove his entire length in.

Sandbar felt himself surge, and Gallus started panting above him. “That feels so good,” he whined. Gallus shifted slightly, wiggling his hips without pushing any deeper.

Breathe.

And,

Sandbar blew out a deep lungful of air and pushed backward. The pressure inside him built and pressed. Gallus squawked in pleasure above him and gave a small thrust, which pushed Sandbar forward. He took another deep breath, feeling his insides tense around the invading cock.

He exhaled, willing the tension to exit his body with his breath. He pushed backward again, just as Gallus pushed into him. The pressure felt immense; it strained Sandbar’s insides until he felt he would pop. And then, in a split second, Gallus was inside him.

“Ahhhh!” the griffon cried above him. The pressure shifted, moving deeper, and Sandbar moaned. Just like with the toy, the griffon’s penis ground up against some magical part of his insides. He felt his cock twitch, and his rear clenched around Gallus’s shaft. He wanted more. Needed more.

“Ohh, f-fuck,” he muttered. Gallus leaned forward, letting his chest rest on Sandbar’s back. The griffon nipped him lightly on the shoulder. The tingling sensation gave Sandbar shivers, which quickly spread to his hole. The griffon pulled his rear back and Sandbar felt a moment’s emptiness before it was shoved back into place.

“Oh, gaw, this is great,” Gallus said triumphantly. “Your ass feels amazing.”

Sandbar blushed as the griffon’s tip pressed into his secret spot. “Ah! Ah.” He whimpered in pleasure. “Ah! That feels so good!”

Gallus gave a quicker thrust, then another, moving his hips back just far enough to keep himself inside the pony each time. “You like that?”

Sandbar whinnied as he felt his staff surge. “Yeah, oh Light, yeah!”

Gallus pulled back and thrust in again. “Unf!” He used one claw to squeeze Sandbar’s back just above his tail and pulled the pony back. “You think you can,” thrust “take this” thrust “knot?”

Sandbar was leaking precum all over the floor and the side of his bed. The griffon’s slickened staff was sliding freely inside him now, still tight but not at all painful. He replied to Gallus’ question in between the griffon’s increasingly quick thrusts. “Y-yes” thrust “Fucking Celestia, Yes!” thrust “g-give me” thrust “your” thrust “knot!”

Gallus grinned wildly, hearing his pony pleading for his knot. The thought made him shiver. His member was being squeezed tightly, the rhythmic movement of his hips shifting the pressure up and down his shaft, more completely and more expertly than a claw ever could. This was fucking great.

The griffon gave a stifled cry of joy, feeling the start of his orgasm building in his groin.

Gallus pushed forward, slowly, insistently, and Sandbar felt the immense bulk of the griffon’s knot push into his ponut. His nerves were alive with electricity and he whined as the griffon ground his hips into Sandbar’s backside. Gallus’ dick was huge, he reflected absently, so much like the toy but pulsing with the heat and joy of another creature. He swallowed and forced himself to breathe.

The griffon was pumping away with his hips, now, his shaft inching back before ramming forward, pushing his knot insistently against the soft pony flesh. Gallus made a mewling sound and his breathing was becoming shaky. “Oh gaw, Sandbar,” thrust “I’m getting” thrust “close.” thrust.

Gallus was close, as close as he had ever been for more than a few seconds. Each thrust brought him right up to the edge. But he held fast, desperate to get all the way inside Sandbar. He shoved his hips forward and had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning. Even making the sound now might send him over the edge.

Each time the griffon pushed forward, Sandbar felt his hole stretch just that much further. He was close, too, almost too close to the edge. He felt Gallus push again.

Light! He held back by a thread, the twitching in his own member and the pressure on his insides threatening to explode out of him.

Gallus thrust again, and Sandbar yelped as he felt his hole give, the ponut stretching fully around the swollen base of the griffon’s cock. Both creatures cried out in excitement. Sandbar felt Gallus slide up fully against his flank, the griffon’s balls slapping against his own.

“Ah!” Sandbar moaned, “f-fuck me!” The knot was pressed right against whatever part of him inside made him feel lightheaded and magical.

Oh light oh fucking sunlight, I’m coming!

FUCK. Gallus felt himself slide in, his knot swallowed by the earth pony’s insides. He felt his whole groin press up against pony flesh.

“SAND-Ah, Fuck, Ah-SANDBAR!” the griffon crowed, shoving his hips forward and back, the two creatures shifting together above the bed, tied together by the enormous piece of flesh stuck inside Sandbar. “Oh shit,” thrust thrust “oh shiiit,” thrust thrust thrust “I’m gonna…”

Sandbar felt warmth spread through him, his boyfriend filling him with griffon seed in steady waves as he himself erupted all over his bed sheets. He could barely think, but marveled at how wonderful he felt as his insides clenched the spasming griffon cock, and his balls pulled up and his cock fired, hoof-free, load after load into the sheets.

He was moaning loudly in ecstasy, as was Gallus, the two seemingly locked in an eternal, ever-exploding loop of pleasure as they both came, emptying themselves in unison.

It ended, as it had to, but Sandbar wished he could stay in that moment forever, his boyfriend inside him, his body full and empty at the same time.

“Oh, Sandy,” the griffon moaned in a shaky voice. Sandbar felt the griffon’s weight fully press down on his back as Gallus lay down on top of him. “That was incredible.”

Sandbar let himself down gently onto the bed, not caring in that moment about the cool mess that smeared into his coat. His shaft was shrinking back already, but it felt like Gallus’ had no inclination to retreat anytime soon. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I can’t believe I,” he shook his head, “well that we, you know.”

“Fucked,” the griffon said in an amused tone. “You can say it—we just did it, after all.”

“Yeah,” Sandbar laughed. “Getting fucked is fantastic.”

The griffon nipped his shoulder lightly. “I know,” he said, “I can’t wait for my turn.”

Sandbar grunted, his excitement unable to flow into his still-shrinking shaft. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“There, you said it!” Gallus laughed. He stroked a claw along the earth pony’s side. “Now shut up or this thing is never going down.”

“You know,” Gallus said, stretching his wings wide and running a claw through his tousled crest, “if we pushed our beds together we’d have a lot more space to sleep together.” His beak split in a wide grin. “And do other stuff together.”

“Yeah,” Sandbar said slowly, “but then everyone’d know we were,” he swallowed, “you know.”

Gallus’ grin vanished and a sullen look crossed his face for a moment before it shifted to a neutral look. “Okay, it was just an idea.”

Sandbar shifted uncomfortably, shaking out a hoof that had been pinned under the sleeping griffon. Gallus had a point. He just wasn’t ready to be open yet. He kicked himself mentally, frustrated at his reluctance and wishing this whole thing was easier.

After Headmare Twilight’s lecture, Gallus winged his way over to his boyfriend. He landed and brushed the pony with one wing as he folded the limb back against his body. Sandbar blushed and Gallus hoped he hadn’t been obvious about it.

And then felt angry that he was even worrying about it.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” the griffon asked.

“Actually,” the earth pony replied, tucking a forehoof behind his head, “I’m kind of doing this extra credit project for Professor Rarity.”

“What, right now?” Gallus asked. Why would any creature ever intentionally skip a meal? Some pony ideas were just too strange for him to ever wrap his head around.

“Yeah, sorry,” he said.

Smolder and Silverstream approached and the hippogriff tilted her head. “Sorry for what?” she asked.

“Oh,” Sandbar said, “I just can’t make it to dinner tonight. But,” he said, “why don’t I make it up by taking you all out tomorrow night?”

Smolder rubbed her claws together greedily. “Free food is the best food.”

Working with jade was a lot more difficult that Professor Rarity had made it seem. Lacking a magical grip on the tough stone, Sandbar was forced to rely on his hooves, which were used to far less delicate tasks. Still, he was able to make progress, if slowly. He held the angled chisel in one hoof and a small mallet in his mouth as he twirled the green stone slightly on the wooden bench. He considered the shape, trying to figure out exactly how much to chip off. He lowered his head, taking aim, and then swung back and struck firmly. His teeth ached from the impact, the padded handle of the tool only absorbing enough to keep him from breaking his teeth. A slim chip of jade made a clinking sound as it fell to the table.

The earth pony shifted the stone around, appraising his work. It was rough, certainly. Not something you’d buy in a jewelry shop, but it was getting close to the right general shape. A little more off the top there, maybe? He set down the chisel and mallet and opened and closed his mouth, trying to work the soreness out of his jaw.

“Darling!” Professor Rarity cooed, as she walked over beside him. “It’s just lovely. You don’t think, though, that you might take a teensy break?”

Sandbar shook his head. “I want to have this done for tomorrow night. I think I’m close.”

Rarity nodded, again eyeing the jade in his hooves. “What’s the hurry, dear? Nothing that can’t wait, I’m sure.”

“Mm.” Sandbar considered. “I’m actually giving this as a gift to a friend for a special occasion.”

The unicorn’s face lit up in joy. “Oh, a gift! How lovely!” She patted Sandbar’s shoulder with a hoof. “You keep at it, darling. Generosity must be encouraged!”

As she walked away, Sandbar thought he heard her mutter excitedly about showing up Rainbow Dash.

Sandbar tapped a hoof against his saddle bag, for probably the thousandth time that evening, making sure that his gift was still in the bag. Gallus, floating lazily beside him, noticed the movement and raised an eyebrow. Sandbar shook his head and the griffon shrugged. The two were at the back of the pack, their group of friends heading to dinner at Cafe Hay at Sandbar’s behest. He had reserved the nicest table. He had saved up his bits all week for this, but it was going to be worth it. He hoped.

He touched his saddle bag nervously. It was still there.

No pressure. It’s not like this is going to change your life forever.

Except, you know, it will.

He swallowed past a lump in his throat.

What if he hates it?

There was that risk. It wasn’t exactly a work of art.

After the friends had finished dinner, Gallus reached a claw under the fancy table cloth surreptitiously and found Sandbar’s hoof. His talons tickled the pony’s fetlocks gently. Sandbar blushed but didn’t move his hoof away.

You’re really going to do this. You’re insane.

Sandbar gritted his teeth in determination. He was terrified, true, and he was never one to make a big scene. He felt the warmth of the claw on his hoof, and took a deep, calming breath. That warmth, that feeling of joy he got when Gallus smiled at him—that’s what this was all about. He just had to remember that.

Sandbar cleared his throat loudly and his friends all looked up from their conversations. All eyes were on the green earth pony.

You could just give it to him later, in private.

You don’t have to do this.

But he did have to do this. Gallus had been nothing but wonderful, and Sandbar knew it was killing to the griffon to have to be so circumspect about their relationship. It was time to pony up and be the stallion he knew he could be.

“Um,” he started.

Smooth.

Ugh, keep it together.

He cleared his throat again and took a drink of water.

Just breathe.

“You all know that Gallus and I have been spending a lot of time together recently,” he said. He was proud of how little his voice wavered. “Well, I’ve been a bad friend to him in some respects, and I want to make up for that.”

“What are you doing?” Gallus hissed at him, his eyes wide in surprise.

“The truth is,” he swallowed around the lump in his throat, “Gallus and I have been, well, romantically attached for a while now.” He turned to face his boyfriend, whose normally blue-and-cream cheeks were glowing red.

Sandbar felt his own face burning, but he pushed through the discomfort and the desperate instinct to run screaming for the hills. He kept his eyes on Gallus to avoid seeing his friends’ reactions. The silence was overwhelming. He reached into his saddle bag and pulled out a small, jade figure in the shape of a turtle. A small hole in its head was threaded with a length of twined rope. The figure was rough and uneven, but in all the important ways it was similar enough to his cutie mark. “I read once that there’s a griffon tradition about lovers exchanging crest feathers.” He glanced up at Gallus. “I don’t have any feathers, but I thought this might work in their place.”

Gallus looked gobsmacked, his beak part-way open and a blush creeping all the way down his neck.

He spread the loop of the necklace apart and leaned over, moving the twine over Gallus’ head and gently placing the turtle down against the griffon’s chest. “I love you, Gallus of Griffonstone.”

There was a moment that dragged into eternity, as Gallus looked down at his chest dumbly. Sandbar saw the smallest tears welling in the griffon’s eyes. Sandbar knew he had screwed everything up.

Then Gallus leaned forward and kissed him passionately. Sandbar was so relieved and surprised that he forgot to be embarrassed and found himself kissing back.

Their friends cheered loudly, interrupting their intimate moment. Sandbar covered his face in hooves, but peeked out from behind them quickly.

Silverstream flew up out of her chair and hugged Sandbar and Gallus in a tight embrace, squishing them together. “This is SO GREAT!” she screeched.

Smolder punched Gallus in the arm. “Pretty mushy for a griffon.”

Yona sobbed loudly. “Yak always cry at proposals.” She blew her nose in the table cloth.

Ocellus leaned back with a huge smile on her face. “Called it,” she said smugly.

The two were eager to get back to their room. They had managed to escape with only a pair of celebratory toasts, despite the best efforts of Yona and Silverstream, but Gallus still felt a little tipsy. That sparkling cider packed a punch. Who knew pony drinks were so potent? He felt the jade turtle bounce against his chest and his heart swelled. A warm feeling that had nothing to do with the alcohol in his belly filled him and he almost laughed in disbelief. He had wanted this for so long: to be publicly acknowledged in his feelings, with friends cheering around him. He bumped his flank into Sandbar’s, and the green pony gave him a broad, blushing smile.

“I really like you,” Gallus said quietly.

Sandbar’s face went bright red. “I love you.”

Gallus felt heat rising in his own face. Stupid, touchy-feely, manure feelings. He stopped walking and Sandbar stopped a step later, then turned back to face him. “I mean it,” he said, putting a claw up to the jade necklace and giving it a quick glance.

“Uh, I know?” Sandbar replied with a small smirk on his face.

Gallus huffed. “Look, what I’m trying to say is…” he trailed off, not even sure how to put into words how much the entire evening had meant to him. “Argh,” he chirped in frustration. He reached a claw up and ruffled his crest feathers. After letting them fall back into place, he pinched one of the larger feathers in his claws and pulled sharply. “Caw!” He yelled. “Damn, that hurts.”

Sandbar looked concerned and stepped forward, but Gallus stopped him with an outstretched arm. He handed the blue and yellow feather to Sandbar. He swallowed a large lump in his throat as the pony cradled the feather in a curled hoof, a strange look on his face. “I love you,” he mumbled, quietly. “I love you, Sandbar of Ponyville,” he said again, in a slightly more confident voice. “I love you, and I want to be with you. Not just tonight or tomorrow, although I definitely want that too. I want to be with you for as long as you want to be with me.”

Gallus was suddenly engulfed in a tight hug. He threw his arms wide and hugged back, putting all his feelings into the motion until Sandbar squeaked in discomfort. At that point, he eased up, though just slightly. This was his pony, and even if no creature was around to see, he was hugging him in public. Part of him wanted to stay in this moment forever. Another part, though, was eager to get somewhere more private.

“Come on,” he said, finally releasing his grip on his boyfriend, “let’s get back to the dorm.” Sandbar released him and looked back down at the feather still in his hoof. “Here,” Gallus offered, taking the feather back for a moment, “I’ll get you a proper necklace for it later, for now, though-“ he gently lay the feather in Sandbar’s mane, then deftly twisted two strands of the green hair around the base of the feather. The colors complimented each other nicely, the blue and yellow of the feather standing out from, without clashing with, the green of his boyfriend’s mane.

As Gallus was appreciating the sight, Sandbar closed the small gap between them and kissed Gallus on the side of his beak. The griffon put a claw against the pony’s cheek and drew him back in for a full kiss. He opened his beak wide and let the pony’s tongue play against his own, until he felt the stirring of arousal, and he started to pull away. Sandbar pulled back at the same instant. Gallus snuck a peek down the pony’s body and was pleased to see he had had the same effect on Sandbar.

“Ah. Yeah,” the pony said, in between rapid breaths. “We should. We should get back.”

Gallus nodded, while stroking one claw down the pony’s shoulder. The two walked off, their pace a little more hurried than it would have been otherwise.

Sandbar entered their room first and Gallus followed quickly behind, slamming the door shut and flipping the lock closed with one wing. The pony grabbed him with one hoof and kissed him roughly, his eyes squeezing shut. Gallus wrapped one arm around the pony’s neck and the other went down to rub at the top of his chest. Sandbar started moaning and Gallus felt himself slipping from his sheath. He was moaning, too, he realized.

He pushed Sandbar backwards towards his bed until the pony’s back legs gave way and he plopped onto his flank. Gallus flapped his wings and dove forward, flattening the pony on his back. He could feel Sandbar’s staff rubbing up against his own member. He ground his groin into his boyfriend, making the pony squirm in excitement. The memory of Sandbar almost getting inside him in the showers made him surge with excitement. He wanted it in him.

Gallus slid forward, inching his body up the pony’s frame. The jade turtle hung between them, and Gallus took a moment to admire the crest feather tied among the pony’s green locks. “I love you,” he said quietly. He lifted his tail and the pony’s cock bounced free behind him. He felt it slap back almost immediately, getting lodged in the crevice between his cheeks. He thought he felt it dribble precum onto his back.

“I love you, too, Gallus,” Sandbar said warmly, licking his lips.

“It’s my turn. Please, Sandy,” Gallus begged, laying up against his boyfriend’s chest. “Give it to me. I know you want to.”

Sandbar’s face split in a grin and he nodded excitedly.

Gallus shivered and moaned, causing a deep rumble that passed through his chest into Sandbar’s. He drew one claw lazily across the pony’s chest. “Can you reach the lube?” He felt the cock on his backside twitch.

“Y-yeah,” the pony replied, twisting his body around. One hoof scooped up a bottle and passed it up to the waiting griffon. Gallus popped the cork free and poured a generous portion onto the talons of one claw. He raised his tail and reluctantly pushed the pony’s rigid staff to the side and then down back between their bodies. Gallus kept his eyes on Sandbar, who was breathing long, slow breaths, his eyes half-lidded in anticipation. Gallus placed his slickened claw up against the tight hole at the base of his tail. After a deep breath, he plunged the claw in and wiggled it around. Sandbar moaned at the sight and began touching himself with a hoof.

Gallus gently took a second talon and placed it inside his opening. Then a third. He felt his tail twitch erratically as he slowly added the fourth. “Fuck,” moaned Sandbar, as he watched his boyfriend prepare himself. Gallus let the tightness ease, and after holding for another few moments, slid his claw back out, gasping as the last appendage exited. The griffon smiled broadly, looking at Sandbar’s cock. The pony was so wet he wouldn’t even need extra lube. Just in case, though, he reached down with his sticky claw and rubbed it from flare to ring. Sandbar moaned and gritted his teeth. “Come get some, pony,” Gallus said, lifting his rump again, bringing his hole back down just nearly on top of the large, wet shaft.

Sandbar was panting, his tip dancing excitedly under the griffon’s tail. “Are.. Are you sure you can take me?”

“Shut up and fuck me, Sandy,” the griffon said, huskily.

Sandbar complied gladly, his hips bucking wildly as his cock slapped around for purchase. Gallus reached a claw back and helped guide the pony in. Sandbar’s face went slack with pleasure as his head pressed up against the griffon’s opening. The pony pushed upward gently, exactly as Gallus pushed downward. The shaft, already slicked with lubricant, had little trouble pushing into the griffon’s ready ass. A familiar warm pressure filled the griffon and he let his wings spread wide in pleasure, letting his sphincter relax. “Caw, it’s been way too long since I’ve been rutted.” He felt his insides pulse and he flapped his wings down, then up, letting the movement drive his body up and down on the end of his boyfriend’s cock.

“Nn,” Sandbar grunted happily. “I’ve never,” he started before he cut off with a shiver. “Oh, sweet sunlight that’s good.” Gallus grinned and continued to move slowly up and down, enjoying the tightness of the tip of Sandbar’s cock inside him. He made himself to take it slow—there was a lot of cock to get to. “I’ve, oooh” the pony continued, “Whew. I’ve never had anypony ride on top like this.” Gallus pleasured himself with one claw and Sandbar’s gaze moved downward, watching the movement. After a moment, he moved one hoof up and took over the movement. The hoof wasn’t as dexterous as Gallus’ claw, but the surprise shifts and movements of someone else manipulating his dick more than made up for the loss of direct sensation.

Gallus figured he was as stretched as he was likely to get. The next shift in his hips, he relaxed his insides and closed his eyes. He felt Sandbar’s shaft push more deeply, until the flared head rubbed a vital spot. Gallus watched his own cock twitch and a solid stream of precum coated the green fur of the pony below him. “Yeah!” he said excitedly. He felt his tail lashing. “That’s the spot!”

Sandbar thrust gently. “Oh, you get that too?” He relaxed and thrust again, each movement bringing a fresh wave of tingling pleasure to the griffon.

Gallus shuddered. “Oh yeah,” he confirmed. “And your flare,” he paused as the pony pushed upward again, firmly. “Ohh, gaw,” he said, his knotted dick twitching in the pony’s hooves. “Your flare gives the best prostate massage I’ve ever had.”

Sandbar thrust again and blushed. “Is that what it’s called?”

Gallus grinned and shook his head. “We’ve gotta get you ponies better sex ed.” He whimpered in pleasure as Sandbar’s cock shifted back over the sensitive spot. “Not that you’re doing too badly without it.”

Sandbar paused and then shoved his hips upward in short, quick bursts. Gallus squawked and felt his cock surge, spraying another clear stream of wetness on Sandbar’s chest. The pony’s eyes were lidded and he was starting to breathe heavily. “I’m getting close, Gallus.”

Gallus was too. “Oh no,” he said determinedly, “no way.” He flapped his wings, pulling himself almost all the way off the pony’s shaft. “Not until I get all of it.” He let himself sink back slowly, sliding down the wet staff. An immense fullness filled him and he moaned. “Fuck. Fuuuck yeah.” He was in up to the pony’s ring, he was sure.

He shifted his weight and drew himself upward again before leaning back down quickly. He felt the pony’s ring stretch and tease his hole. He pushed down harder and was rewarded as it popped inside him. His knot throbbed. Fuck, it felt good to have such a huge cock inside him.

“Oh light,” Sandbar cursed, “Oh fucking light, Gallus.” He thrust and Gallus heard a slapping sound as their bodies connected. Gallus could feel the staff inside him pulsing and twitching.

Sandbar fell back and shoved up again, Gallus meeting him halfway as their bodies slapped together. The pony hilted him. Gallus felt completely filled, his boyfriend’s penis stuffing him throughout. He whined, biting his tongue with his beak as he kept himself right on the edge.

Sandbar kept fucking him, his body roiling up and down, his cock sliding in and out of the griffon’s hole, one hoof still desperately tugging on the Gallus’ swollen member. Gallus was fit to burst at any moment.

He locked eyes with his boyfriend, who had a crazed, intense look on his face. “I’m. I’m so close.” The pony whimpered. “Oh, Gallus,” he said, love pouring into his voice.

Oh Fuck. “Oh Fuck!” Gallus cried, feeling his orgasm building. He started thrusting his hips erratically, his movement no longer calm or controlled. Sandbar was moaning and thrusting, and Gallus was full, so full, and so close. “Sandbar!” he whined, “I’m gonna. Oh fuck. I’m-“

The griffon felt his knot swell and solidify, and his insides clenched around the huge staff inside him as the pony hilted him again. An enormous rope of cum fired from the tapered tip of his cock, splattering the earth pony’s round face. He clenched again, and again, and each time a strand of cum coated the pony’s face. Sandbar’s tongue was working, lapping the griffon’s seed as it splattered his chin and cheeks. Sandbar roared as his own climax hit, and Gallus felt warmth blossom deep inside him. The feeling triggered a fresh wave of spasms in the griffon and his seed continued to coat the green fur below him, each burst tied to the throbbing feeling inside him. Sandbar was pumping away, and Gallus could hear a delightful squelching sound as some of the pony’s seed escaped his over-filled hole.

Gallus leaned forward, pressing both claws into the bed below him on either side of the pony’s chest. He opened his beak and kissed Sandbar, letting his tongue collect what cum the pony hadn’t swallowed. The two kissed deeply, the bitter taste of cum playing between their tongues as their orgasms slowly faded. Gasping for breath, Gallus pulled away. Sandbar used a hoof to scoop up a long white line from his chest. The pony brought it to his mouth and lazily licked the griffon cum.

Gallus leaned forward and up, letting the shrinking pony shaft fall from his insides. A pool of cum splashed free as the half-hard flare popped out. “Holy shit,” Gallus gasped, amazed at the sight below him as well as the sudden shift in feeling inside him. “You ponies can really cum.” A slow, steady stream of seed continued to pour from him, coating the pony’s groin. The bed below them was a damn disaster. Gallus shifted to one side and leaned down. He lapped at the semi-soft sides of Sandbar’s dick, swallowing stallion jizz until the shaft was clean. Sandbar moaned and rubbed a hoof along the griffon’s back. When Gallus was done, he turned around and lay on top of the pony’s chest and nuzzled the side of his boyfriend’s face.

“That was incredible,” Sandbar said. “I’m so lucky to have you as a boyfriend.”

Gallus felt a warm, suffuse glow fill his insides. Maybe it was the alcohol finally catching up to him. Or the leftover semen his pony had just filled him with. But more likely, he figured, it was just pure happiness. “I love you, Sandbar.” Gallus said it without hesitation, without worry.

The pony planted a small kiss on the side of his beak. “I love you, too.”

This, the griffon thought, was the finest way he had ever ended a day.

The two kissed softly, almost lazily, as they lay together in the afterglow of their orgasms.

Twilight Sparkle carefully re-rechecked her note cards for the morning lecture: “Magical Items and the Unexpected Friendships They Created.” Satisfied (again) that she had indeed covered everything from Clover the Clever’s Cloak to the Amulet of Aurora, she shifted the notes to the podium. Though maybe she should present them in alphabetical order? She realized that class time was about to begin and (very, very reluctantly) set the thought aside. She watched the last students enter the door. White Lightning’s saddlebags were undone. He had probably overslept again. Ocellus had a fresh scroll ready for notes. Twilight beamed at the thought—such a good note-taker! And there was Sandbar. And Gallus. Twilight hadn’t thought Gallus had signed up for this lecture. The pony and griffon leaned in toward each other and shared a very intimate-looking nuzzle. Gallus brushed a wingtip down Sandbar’s face before the pair parted and Sandbar entered the lecture hall. That was interesting. No time for distractions, though! Time for another world-class Sparkle lecture!

Twilight was pleased to see her best friends arrayed around the large table at the center of the faculty lounge. Twilight set her hayburger tray down with her magic and took an open seat beside Starlight Glimmer. “Hey, Twilight,” Starlight said, “how was the lecture?”

“It went very well, thank you, Starlight,” she replied, hastily popping a few hayfries in her mouth. “Say, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie? You two went on a friendship mission to the griffon lands, maybe you can answer a question?”

“Sure thing, Twilight!” Rainbow said.

“Ooh, that was a good one!” Pinkie replied happily. “It involved baking!”

“And cliff diving!” Rainbow added excitedly.

“Rappelling,” Twilight corrected. “Anyway, I was wondering, did either of you notice if nuzzling was a common form of Griffon farewell?”

Rainbow Dash laugh-snorted, nearly losing the portion of her sandwich she had been chewing. She swallowed quickly and then shook her head. “No way. Griffons are, like, the least touchy-feely creatures out there.”

Pinkie tilted her head in consideration. “I hope you’re right, Rainbow, because I am going to be seriously peeved if I missed out on something during our visit!”

Twilight took a bite of burger to give herself a second to think.

“Gilda certainly wasn’t into nuzzling,” Fluttershy added quietly.

“What about that griffon the Cutie Mark Crusaders helped?” Starlight asked. “She seemed friendly enough.”

“Gabby,” Applejack said, “and, no, I woulda heard about it if some griffon’d been nuzzling my little sis.” She turned back to Twilight. “Why the sudden interest, Sugar Cube?”

Twilight shook her head. “I really shouldn’t be spreading rumors.”

“Darling!” Rarity interjected, “It’s not a rumor if it’s shared among teachers in the best interest of the school.”

“Still sounds like gossip to me,” Applejack stage whispered to nopony in particular.

Rarity ignored the comment. “May I surmise this is about our resident griffon?” Her horn lit up, and she pulled a bejeweled fan from a bag beside the table. As it spread out and fanned her, the smallest blush crept into her cheeks. “Ooh, romance! Do tell.”

“Rarity!” Twilight chastised, “I am not going to have the faculty lounge turn into the gossip nook of the Ponyville Retirement Village.” She huffed. “Gallus is welcome to nuzzle anypony he wishes.”

Starlight slapped a hoof to her forehead. “Very subtle, Twilight.”

“Anypony!” Rarity cooed.

Twilight groaned and covered her face with both hooves. She had really stepped in it now.

“And so many eligible mares to choose from!” Rarity gushed.

Starlight cleared her throat. “Or stallions.”

Twilight raised her head to stare at her guidance counselor, and saw all her friends do the same. How did she know?

“I’m just saying!” Starlight said, a small blush creeping into her face. She stared down at her plate, poking a fry at a large dollop of ketchup.

“Starlight…?” Twilight said.

The other unicorn kept her face down. “I invoke the counselor-student privilege,” she said. “I’ve already said too much.”

“So he’s into stallions?” Applejack said incredulously. “But he’s not even, like, all fancy,” she said with an exaggerated wave of her hoof.

Rainbow Dash gave an exasperated huff. “Yeah, well, Fluttershy’s not even a little butch, but let me tell you, she can eat pu-“

“RAINBOW DARING DASH,” Fluttershy yelled, causing the blue pegasus to flinch. “Needless to say,” she continued in her usual meek voice, “it’s not always so obvious.” Rainbow had the good grace to at least look embarrassed.

Applejack tapped the table with a hoof thoughtfully. “That might explain the necklace, though.”

The necklace? Twilight replayed the last hour in her mind. Gallus had been wearing a necklace of some kind, she realized. What had it been?

Rarity’s face lit up. “Did you say necklace, Darling?”

“Reckon I did.”

“I knew you had an eye for fashion!”

Applejack shrugged. “Just noticing somethin’ new, s’all.”

“Was it, perhaps, an exquisite, hoof-carved piece of jade?”

That was it! Twilight nodded her head.

Applejack shook her head. “Uh, no, I meant the feather.” Her friends looked at her in confusion.

“Griffons have lots of feathers, Applejack,” Pinkie Pie said with exaggerated slowness.

“Not on him, y’all. On Sandbar. He had this blue ‘n yellow feather around his neck this mornin’.” Twilight nodded thoughtfully.

“Ohhh!” Pinkie Pie gasped, nodding her head. “Yup, that definitely explains why I heard them in the shower together during that one tour.” Her face broke into a huge grin. “Kinky!”

Fluttershy’s face went bright red. She and Rainbow Dash exchanged hurried whispers.

Twilight had been right! She had seen the two youths exchange a lover’s embrace. Another part of her realized why that was important. Why it had been bugging her since the lecture. “Oh no,” she said aloud. Several of her friends gave her hurt looks. “No, no, no. It’s not that I have a problem with it. At all. It’s just, oh dear.” She paused, collecting her flustered thoughts. “It’s just that if they’re, uhh,” she paused, forcing herself to talk about an unpleasant topic, “intimate, then they’re in violation of the rules.”

Rainbow Dash leapt from her seat, her wings beating fast. “What the shit, Twi? There’re rules against fucking?”

Rarity frowned. “Rainbow, language!” She turned to address the head mare. “Though I agree with her sentiment, dear. What are you talking about?”

Twilight blinked slowly. She kept forgetting that not everypony was adept at contracts as she was. “It’s the dormitory rental agreement.” Blank stares met her explanation. “Page 4, paragraph 7(b)?”

“In Ponish, Twilight?” Starlight suggested.

Sandbar was out in the market when he heard a very familiar voice yell his name. His ears perked up, and he immediately felt 10 years old again. “Mom!” He said happily, giving the older mare a hug.

“Sandbar, it’s so good to see you,” High Tide said warmly. “I’m surprised we don’t run into each other more often out here. Have you been spending too much time indoors?”

Sandbar shook his head. “No, Mom.”

“Well,” she allowed, “you’re looking nice.” Her eyes lit up. “I love that necklace!”

The necklace.

Gallus’ feather.

Sandbar swallowed around a sudden lump in his throat. “Y-yeah, thanks,” he said.

High Tide reached up with one hoof and lifted it gently. She examined it closely. “It’s lovely, dear. Did you buy it yourself? I thought you were always more into sea things?”

“N-no,” the younger pony stammered. “It was a, uh, gift.”

“Ooh, a gift,” his mother said with layered emphasis on the word. “Is she pretty?”

“MOM!” Sandbar said, feeling heat rising to his face.

“Oh goodness, dear, you needn’t get so worked up.” She released the feather, letting it fall back against seafoam green fur. “Your father is making his famous barley soup this weekend. You’re welcome for dinner if you can get the night away from your studies.” She gave him a small kiss on his cheek. “And I’ll find room at the table for a special somepony, if you want.”

Sandbar was staggered.

Oh Light, I have to tell my parents.

He kissed his mom on the cheek reflexively. “Um,” he said. His heart was pounding. “Yeah,” he said.

Okay, you can do this. You can totally have dinner with your family and your boyfriend.

What could go wrong?

“Y-yeah,” he said, “I-I’d like that?” He wasn’t sure why that had come out as a question.

His mother tapped his shoulder with one hoof fondly. “Tell her she doesn’t need to bring anything. But if she does anyway, remember that red wine pairs best with the soup.” She kissed him again before stepping away to finish her shopping.

Sandbar sat down in the middle of the market and wondered how in Tartarus he was going to make this work.

Sandbar paced around the commons until he worried he was going to wear a hole around the fountain.

“Okay,” he said aloud, his pace slowing. “Okay,” he said to himself. “It’s just dinner. With your family. Who want to meet your girlfriend. Except you have a boyfriend. Who’s a griffon.” A cold tingling of dread spurred his hooves to move faster, until he was moving at a canter. On a positive note, he thought, he couldn’t decide which part would shock them more, so maybe it would be too hard for them to focus on either topic. He shook his head; his parents had always been excellent multitaskers.

A loud voice interrupted his apprehensive reverie. “Why pony making worried face? Is pony school being invaded? Again?”

Sandbar shook himself and focused his attention on the yak beside him. “What? No. No.” He paused. “I mean, I assume it’s not.”

“Then why so sad? It beautiful sunny day.”

Actually, Sandbar was chilly in the brisk autumn air, but he wasn’t about to argue with everything else on his mind. “I have to tell my family about Gallus.”

Yona’s face lit up. “A CELEBRATION. Yak go find pink party professor pony!”

“No! No no no!” Sandbar urged, pulling Yona to a stop. He shuddered thinking about what kind of monstrous party Pinkie Pie would throw for this occasion. “No, it’s more complicated than that, Yona.” He sighed. “They don’t know I’m-“

The silence stretched, and Yona bent her head low, listening.

“Well, that I’m with Gallus.”

Yona blinked slowly. “Uh huh. That why you’re telling them.”

Sandbar dragged a hoof down his face. “No, it’s… I dunno.” He kicked a stray piece of gravel off the path. “My parents have only seen me date girls. And ponies,” he added with a grimace.

“OH!” Yona nodded. “You worry about coming out!”

The phrase made Sandbar shudder in anguish. He had heard the term before but never thought it would apply to him.

The yak nodded to herself. “Make sense. Pony have to train very hard to get strong enough to lift ceremonial boulder.”

“… …What?”

“When girl yak like other girl yak, yak come out of ceremonial hut with ceremonial boulder then SMASH IT against ceremonial altar in display of affection. That called coming out.”

“I? …What?”

Yona nodded confidently. “Sandbar pony need lots of strength training. Yona help if wanted.”

Sandbar shook his head. “Uh, no, that’s… No, but thank you, Yona.”

“Pony welcome,” she said with a smile.

“I don’t get it,” Smolder said.

“Ponies care deeply about their family bonds,” Silverstream explained.

“Uh huh,” the dragon said,

“And ponies also worry about perceptions about sexuality. I think,” added Ocellus. Silverstream nodded in agreement.

“But why?” Smolder complained. “All this worry about something that’s not bothering anyone.”

Ocellus shrugged, “To be honest, I don’t really get it either. Changelings are much more fluid, physically, and I think that’s led to us having less concrete preferences about sexuality.”

“Wait,” Smolder said, raising a claw to stop the conversation, “are you saying you could become male?”

“Oh my gosh! Do it, do it!” Silversteam encouraged. The little changeling blushed.

“Guys, can we focus for a minute?” Sandbar asked. “We’re supposed to be talking about my family dinner.”

Ocellus’s form flashed with green magic and suddenly a much heavier looking drone was sitting before them. “Like this?” he asked in a deep, shy voice.

Silverstream squealed in delight. “No way!” Smolder said in appreciation. “Is your junk changed too?”

“Guys!” Sandbar said in exasperation. His three friends looked at him, with varying degrees of embarrassment and chagrin. “What do I do?”

“Be honest,” Silverstream counseled.

“Be kind,” baritone-voiced boy Ocellus added.

“I still don’t see why there’s a problem,” Smolder said. “It’s not like they can stop you, right?” She turned her attention back to Ocellus. “So do you get guy parts or not? Inquiring dragons need to know.”

Sandbar sighed.

“So why are we looking at wine?” Gallus asked, picking up a bottle and glancing at the intricately-designed label. “Not that I’m complaining. I just thought you were more into cider.”

Sandbar blushed. “I-I am. Usually.”

His boyfriend gave him a hard look. “Spill it,” he commanded sternly. “Something’s bugging you.”

Sandbar sighed. “I ran into my mom in the market.” The pony watched Gallus’ face go stony. “And she invited me to dinner.”

“Okay,” Gallus replied slowly.

“And, she may have invited you, too.” The griffon’s face lit up in surprise. “Kind of,” the pony amended.

Gallus frowned. “Kind of?”

“She maaaay think I have a marefiend.”

“Oh.” The griffon put the wine bottle down gently.

Sandbar fidgeted nervously. “A-and I didn’t correct her.”

“Ah,” Gallus said quietly.

Sandbar took a deep breath. “But I want you to come with me. To dinner. With my family.” It all came out in a rush. Gallus leapt forward and gave the pony a tight hug.

“I love you,” Gallus said. Sandbar heard a strange, strangled sound. He thought he must be hallucinating, because it almost sounded like Gallus was crying. Nothing made his griffon cry.

“I love you too” Sandbar managed to squeak through the crushing pressure from the hug. Gallus released him and swiped a claw at his eyes. Sandbar felt a burst of nervous mania grip him. “Ha ha ha, oooh.” He shivered. “Ooh, they are going to be super surprised.” He glanced at shelf upon shelf of wine. He was going to have to get his mom something good. Too bad he had no idea where to start.

Sandbar was fidgeting nervously on a bench outside the Head Mare’s office. Spike had pulled him aside before P.E. without saying what Head Mare Twilight had wanted. It was almost creepy how quiet the halls were when classes were in session. An echo of hoofsteps approached. Counselor Starlight walked up to the green earth pony. She sighed. “Sandbar,” she nodded in greeting. He nodded back. Starlight lay a hoof on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get this over with.” She pushed open the large doors and walked inside. Sandbar saw his boyfriend sitting nervously at one of the two chairs before Twilight’s desk. The earth pony waved one hoof discretely in greeting. Gallus put on a half-hearted smile. Sandbar swallowed past a sudden lump in his throat.

Starlight motioned to the other chair, and Sandbar climbed up and sat down.

“Sandbar,” Twilight acknowledged the stallion. “Gallus.” She took a deep, slow breath. “It’s come to my attention that you two are, uh, ahem.” She blushed broadly. “Well, that you’re in violation of paragraph 7(b) of the dormitory rental agreement.”

“Paragraph what now?” Sandbar asked.

Twilight levitated two stacks of paper to Sandbar and Gallus. “Paragraph 7(b). I think you’ll find it’s pretty self-explanatory.” Sandbar flipped quickly through the pages until he found the paragraph in question.

7. Community Standards
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(b) You may not engage in sexual activity while your roommate is present in the room. And sexual activity within your assigned room should not ever deprive your roommate(s) of privacy, study, or sleep time.

Sandbar blinked slowly. If Gallus hadn’t ever broken that rule in the first place, his life would be a whole world different. And not, he decided, in a good way.

“Okay, I get it, technically,” Gallus said.

“The rule exists for good reason,” Twilight said carefully. Sandbar felt his stomach clench in fear. Would he have to move out? What did this mean for him and Gallus?

“Objection,” Starlight Glimmer said.

Sandbar looked up from the contract in time to see Head Mare Twilight frown. “This isn’t a formal hearing, Starlight, you don’t need to make objections formally.”

The unicorn scoffed. “Well then let me say, unofficially, that this is bullshit.”

Twilight’s face turned red. “Starlight!”

“No, Twilight, this is a load of crap and you know it. You knew it when you brought it up this morning, and I don’t honestly know what you’re doing dragging these fine youths into it, when you could have just changed the rule unilaterally.”

“It’s a good rule!” the alicorn protested. “It’s there for a perfectly good reason!”

“So was my rule about cutie marks!” Starlight shouted. Sandbar looked at Gallus nervously. This argument suddenly felt like it was no longer about them. Starlight drew a deep breath and lowered her voice. “You may have convinced yourself of the whole ‘greater good’ thing, but I don’t buy it, and you know your other friends don’t either. Just write in an exemption for roommates who are dating or married.”

“But what if a mare and stallion want to room together?” Twilight asked.

“Let them!” Starlight said in exasperation.

“Times change,” Sandbar interrupted. “T-that’s one of our lessons, right?”

Gallus stepped out of his chair and placed a claw gently on Sandbar’s shoulder. “Schools change, too. I never would have been allowed to enroll at a normal pony school.” The griffon tuned his gaze to the Princess of Friendship. “That’s what that Neighsay pony was talking about, right?” The griffon gave Sandbar a brief nuzzle. “I’m a better griffon for the time I’ve spent here.”

“A-and I’m a better pony,” Sandbar offered. “I never would have been able to face this part of myself with honesty and loyalty without Gallus by my side.”

Twilight’s expression softened, looking at them. “You’re right. You’re right, of course.” She sighed. “I’m so sorry to have put you through this.” Her face shifted slowly into a small smile. “I think you two helped me learn an important friendship lesson today. Even if it was about,” her face soured, “sex.”

“Oh, come off it, Twilight,” Starlight said in an amused tone.

Twilight Sparkle shook her head. “I like my stallions like I like my murder mysteries. Fictional.”

Starlight laughed and patted Sandbar and Gallus on their shoulders. “Go on, you two,” she said warmly, “I think Twilight and I have a contract to re-write.”

Sandbar hugged his boyfriend warmly.

One unexpected crisis down, one terrifying family dinner to go.

Sandbar leaned forward, pushing his hips down, forcing his cock into Gallus. Light, it felt so good to rut his griffon. They were alone in the dark. Gallus moaned loudly and Sandbar pushed deeper, until he felt his groin connect with the griffon’s furry rear.

“Oh yeah,” the griffon said, “oh yeah.”

“Oh yeah!” Sandbar echoed. He pulled back gradually before slamming forward again. His shaft gripped tightly by the griffon’s insides.

“This feels so good,” he whimpered.

“This feels so good,” Gallus replied.

Sandbar pulled back again, nearly all the way out. He leaned his head to the side, getting a clear look at his cock. It looked massive as it pressed into the griffon’s hole. He felt blood surge into this shaft. His cock got even bigger. So hot. It throbbed insistently, his ring swelling and the whole structure of the shaft expanded.

“Oh, it’s-“ Gallus began.

“-so big!” Sandbar said, completing the thought.

He shoved the massive, swollen organ forward. The griffon took it with ease, despite its impossibly large, almost comic size.

He towered over Gallus, his enormous, throbbing cock pushing into the griffon’s tight interior. He flipped the griffon over with one hoof, without even slowing his thrusts. The blue griffon moaned and pushed down into Sandbar, his knotted shaft leaking fluid into the cream-colored portion of his fur. Fucking Gallus was so hot, thought Sandbar. He was close. He felt his heart race, and his face flush, and his cock throb, and he was almost, almost, fucking almost… Oh Light, he was there, he was there.

“There you are, Sandbar!” The green earth pony froze in shock at hearing the familiar voice. He looked up and saw his mother standing beside him. “Is this your marefriend?!” she asked.

Sandbar screeched and jumped back, pulling his huge member out of Gallus with a monstrous squelching sound. He felt his insides clench—his balls from sudden denial of release and his stomach in fear. “MOM!” He yelled, trying in vain to cover his huge, throbbing erection. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

“That’s no way to finish,” his dad’s voice chimed in. Sandbar turned incredulously to see that he was in his parent’s living room. A fire blazed in the hearth and his parents were sitting on the couch, looking at him. “You didn’t even cum!” Beachcomber chastised his son.

Sandbar move his hooves in a vain attempt to cover himself, which he found impossible, as his overgrown appendage poked out in every direction from his protective hooves. “Dad? What are you doing here?”

His father stepped forward and scoffed. “Being consistently disappointed in my offspring, for starters.” The older stallion glared down at him from above. “Not only do you bring a griffon home, but you can’t even fuck him right?”

“Oh, I get it,” an annoyed Gallus said from his prone position. His cock danced and continued leaking precum. “I’m not good enough to fuck in front of your parents.”

“I-” Sandbar replied hazily. “What? No!” His erection was slipping away and his guts churned in worry. Gallus hated him now, he was sure of it. He knew it as an absolute certainty.

His mother shuddered in disgust. “You’ve got cum all over your face.”

Oh Tartarus, Sandbar realized with a start that he did. He didn’t even remembered sucking Gallus off that evening. He tried to wipe the seed away with a hoof, but it just smeared around until his entire muzzle was a creamy mess. He felt tears forming in his eyes.

Gallus, still laying with his rear presented, turned his head and rolled his eyes. “Ugh, you suck at this. I should have known better than to date a pony.”

Sandbar felt his heart shatter, and he started sobbing in shame.

His parents suddenly turned into timberwolves. The snarling creatures glowered at Sandbar, and before he could even raise his hooves in defense, they leapt at him, their wooden teeth bared. The green pony screamed and tried to roll away from the attack.

A brilliant blast of cyan magic shredded the timberwolves mid leap.

“Our apologies for interrupting,” a regal voice proclaimed, “but it appears you needed our help.”

Sandbar gaped at the midnight-colored mare before him. “Princess Luna?!”

“Indeed,” she smiled kindly.

Your face!

Oh Light, he was meeting one of the two most powerful ponies in Equestria with griffon semen smeared all over his face.

And your dick!

Sandbar felt like crawling into a hole and dying. His grotesquely-swollen member dragged along the ground, seeping fluid.

Luna gave a sad smile. “Here, let us take care of the dream disfigurement.” Her horn lit and a brief wave of magic surrounded the green pony. In a flash, he was clean and he and Princess Luna were alone.

“So this is all a dream?” Sandbar said.

The tall, dark alicorn nodded her head.

Sandbar blew out a relieved breath and nearly thanked Celestia, until he realized that maybe a little additional deference to her sister was in order. “Thank the stars!” he said instead.

“You are welcome, young one. Now, I apologize if this is presumptuous, but I expect you would like to continue your dream from earlier, minus the abhorrent nightmare?”

Sandbar blushed. Princess Luna must have seen him fucking Gallus. “Y-yeah,” he conceded in embarrassment. “Can you do that?” he asked in wonder.

Princess Luna spread her wings wide and pronounced in a loud voice: “I am the Guardian of the Night, the Protector of Sleep!” she lowered her voice to normal and winked, “Champion of the Wet Dream. Yes, my little pony, I can certainly ‘do that.’” Her horn lit up and wiped away the scenery, until only a large, luxurious bed remained in a dark space. “Now, let us see if I can even do one better.” Her magic reached up and somehow twisted, vanishing from sight. She stood there, completely still except the residual magic that fluttered around her long horn. After a moment she grinned. “Ah, there you are!” Sandbar shielded his eyes as a bright flash of white-blue magic surrounded the bed. He blinked until his vision returned and he saw a blue shape sitting on the sheets.

“Aww,” Gallus complained, “dang it, that was just a dream? Wait,” he said, his head swiveling around and seeing Sandbar, “am I still dreaming?”

Sandbar realized that Luna had somehow vanished along with the flash of light, but her voice carried on the air to him, sounding like she was a long distance away. “You two have fun.” Sandbar blushed at her impish tone, especially given the implication that that was somehow the real Gallus. He took a nervous step forward. On the one hoof, he was pretty sure Princess Luna was still watching somehow, and that seemed incredibly awkward. On the other hoof, they could do anything in a dream. Anything.

“That,” Gallus said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “was the most epic thing ever.” He made a face at the sticky bedsheets between them. “You remember it too, right?”

Sandbar yawned and nodded. “It was a shared dream.”

“I don’t know how it happened, but I want to do that again. How many times did you cum?”

Sandbar blushed fiercely. “I lost track.”

“It was least 8,” Gallus answered his own question. “How did that even happen?” he asked.

Sandbar laughed nervously. “I had a nightmare,” he began.

Gallus laughed, cutting the pony off. “None of that seemed like a nightmare to me.”

Sandbar shook his head. “No, before.” He sighed. “It was about you meeting my parents.”

“Oh,” the griffon replied sadly.

“And Princess Luna came and saved the dream. And then she somehow found you and pulled you in.”

“You ponies are weird,” Gallus said. “But sometimes that works out okay.” Neither griffon nor pony spoke for several moments. “Today’s the day, huh?” Gallus asked nervously.

“Yeah,” Sandbar said quietly. He leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend.

Gallus lashed his tail anxiously. He hated being nervous. Especially about silly things like this. It was a dinner. What was scary about food? Nothing! So was he scared of some middle-aged ponies? He huffed in amusement. Hardly. So, that was that, nothing to be worried about. He noticed he was pacing and forced his legs to stay still. He awkwardly adjusted the collar and bow tie. He felt ridiculous, but Sandbar had said he looked nice in it.

He looked over at his boyfriend, who sat in front of the mirror making minute adjustments to his own clothes; the stallion had donned a dark collar with a long, thin white tie that was striped with dark gray diagonal slashes. He had even made an attempt at grooming his usually-wild mane. He looked exceptionally handsome. Gallus smiled and then stepped forward and planted a kiss just in front of his ear. “You look great.”

“Th-th-thanks,” Sandbar replied nervously. “You do, too,” he said with a smile, letting his gaze work slowly down the griffon’s form.

Gallus felt a warm glow but brushed off the compliment. “Yeah, yeah, I always look good.”

“That’s one of the many reasons I love you,” Sandbar said.

Gallus blushed. Damn pony. He gave him a playful push. “You almost ready?”

The pony whined quietly. “Yeah?” Gallus lay a claw on his pony’s shoulder. “Yeah.” He swallowed and shook his head. “I wish I could be as calm as you about this.”

Gallus frowned. “Yeah. Totally. I’m totally calm.” He felt his tail start to lash again in agitation but willed it to stillness. “Not worried at all.” Sandbar kissed him on the beak. Sandbar stood up and walked towards the door. Gallus clenched his claws into the floor a few times. He was not worried.

The two were out near the outskirts of Ponyville; just a few little houses and cottages lay on either side of the road that led off to the South. One of them was the house where Sandbar had grown up.

Gallus tossed the bottle of wine from claw to claw. He was not nervous, he told himself. “Are you sure about this?”

Sandbar stopped and put a hoof against the griffon’s chest. “I’m terrified.” He shivered visibly. “This is literally the scariest thing I’ve ever done.” He darted forward and gave Gallus the smallest kiss on his beak. “But I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He pointed down one small path that led to a small house. The chimney was pouring out smoke. “Here we are.”

Gallus blushed and swallowed deeply. He might be the tiniest bit nervous, he allowed.

He followed Sandbar down the path. He found his stomach flipping around as if he’d combined an aileron roll with a deep nose dive. They reached the house, and they stepped up onto the small porch in front of the door. Sandbar stared at the door. Gallus stared at Sandbar. Neither moved.

Gallus lay a claw on his pony’s shoulder and took several deep, calming breaths. Not, he told himself, that he needed them. “I love you,” he said.

Sandbar nodded several times, but otherwise stayed still. After a long pause, he raised his hoof and knocked on the door.

Gallus flinched, despite himself. A few seconds passed. Maybe they weren’t home. Maybe he could just sneak off to the dorm and go back to fucking his boyfriend without needing anyone else’s approval.

The door opened and it took every ounce of determination for Gallus to keep himself grounded.

“Sandbar, dear!” a yellow mare exclaimed. High Tide, Gallus reminded himself. Gallus noted that she bore more than a passing resemblance to Professor Fluttershy, with her pink hair and fair yellow coat, and he momentarily wondered if they were related. “I’m so glad you could make it to dinner!” Her gaze turned toward Gallus and the world froze.

No one moved, no one spoke.

“This is your…?”

“Mom,” Sandbar said, his voice squeaking. He cleared his throat violently. “Mom, this is Gallus.”

Gallus stuck his chest forward and put on his best badass face. He reached a claw forward. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Tide.”

The yellow pony blinked rapidly and offered her hoof mechanically. “Right. Yes. Okay. Right. Gallus. Yes.”

Gallus shook her hoof warmly and offered up the bottle of wine he had in his wings. The older mare took the bottle and very intently examined the label.

No one spoke for several moments. Gallus thought he saw Sandbar shaking.

“Right. Yes. Come inside, please.” High Tide turned into the house. “Beachcomber!” she yelled, “Sandbar is here! With. Well.” She shook her head. “I… need to go pick up your sister,” she said, talking to Sandbar, “your father will be right out.”

She set the wine bottle on a small table in the front hall and then trotted off away from the house, studiously avoiding looking at her son or his accompanying griffon.

Gallus swallowed past a lump in his throat and put a claw on his pony, who looked shaken.

“I love you,” Gallus whispered. It seemed the weakest, most impotent thing he could say at the moment. But it was all he had.

Sandbar smiled suddenly and gathered the griffon in a crushing hug. “I love you too. No matter what happens tonight, I have you.”

Gallus fought back tears. He was not going to cry.

It was of course that moment when an older earth pony stallion entered their view. “Oh! Ohhh,” he said. Gallus stepped away from Sandbar, and Sandbar’s father cleared his throat. “My. Well, I’m sorry for interrupting. You must be Sandbar’s… Uh...”

“Boyfriend,” Gallus said with feigned confidence. “Name’s Gallus.”

The older pony’s eyes went wide for a fraction of a second. “Well!” His eyes darted to a blushing Sandbar and back to Gallus. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gallus.” He offered a hoof, and Gallus shook it with a claw.

“I see you’ve developed a flair for drama,” he chided Sandbar, who blushed deeply. “Nopony tells old Beachcomber anything these days.” He gestured inside the house. “Please, come inside, both of you. Dinner is almost ready.”

Gallus followed Sandbar inside. A fire was ablaze in the hearth, spreading a pleasant warmth through the living room. Sandbar climbed atop a small, purple loveseat, and Gallus took the cushion beside him. Beachcomber followed them in and placed a hoof on Sandbar’s head. “You’re going to kill your Mom with these surprises, Sandbar.” He said it fondly but with a serious note. Gallus assumed this was the sort of fatherly comment he had missed out on, growing up alone.

“Sorry, Dad,” Sandbar said in a regretful tone.

The older earth pony rolled his eyes. “What’s done is done, boy-o. I’m gonna go make sure the soup doesn’t burn.”

Sandbar’s demeanor suddenly shifted from worried to amused. “You would never burn your barley soup,” he said with utmost seriousness.

“It’d be a first,” Beachcomber said lightly, “but then, so is you bringing home a griffon.” He turned to address Gallus. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Gallus replied.

“Dinner won’t be ready for another twenty minutes, and your mom won’t be back with your sister for at least fifteen” Beachcomber said to his son. “Why don’t you show Gallus your old room while I finish in the kitchen?” The older earth pony winked at the griffon. “You’ll never see a larger collection of Equestrian Knights merch.”

“Dad!” Sandbar protested.

“What?” his father said. “You loved those movies.”

“When I was ten!”

“And yet the posters stayed up.” Sandbar blushed and pulled Gallus towards a staircase near the front of the house. “I’ll be down here if you need anything.”

The older stallion wandered back towards the open kitchen. “Your dad at least seems nice,” Gallus noted.

Sandbar nodded. “He… took that better than I would have expected.”

Sandbar led his boyfriend up the stairs past small portraits of his family. It was strange, coming home after being away. He had only moved out a few months ago, but it felt almost like a different lifetime. Every other step, the wooden stairs groaned and creaked loudly. That was familiar, at least.

He topped the last stair and turned to his right, facing the door to his bedroom. Sandbar had flashbacks to daydreams about bringing fillies to his room. He blushed. “R-right this way.” He led Gallus past a bathroom and then turned the handle and pushed his way in to his old bedroom. His room was virtually untouched—an archaeological relic of another age. Inside was a small, neatly made bed, a small desk by the window, and a few floating shelves covered in small ceramic figurines of sea creatures. The walls were covered in Equestrian Knights heroes striking powerful poses. A few Wonderbolts posters here and there broke up the otherwise wall-to-wall superhero montage. The slender bed lay against one wall, and the small desk looked out the large window that dominated the exterior wall of the room. Gallus’ gaze swept over the room as he entered. “Your dad wasn’t kidding,” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah,” Sandbar said, a slight blush warming his cheeks. The griffon turned his eyes to the bed.

“It’s so neat in here,” Gallus said.

Sandbar laughed. “Yeah, because I don’t live here anymore.”

Gallus scoffed. “Come on, I’ve seen your side of our room. You’ve always got things organized.” He flapped his wings and landed on the bed.

Sandbar swallowed. Seeing his boyfriend on the bed he had used as a colt gave him a thrill. He had grown into a stallion there, exploring his changing body. He had a lot of memories and fantasies linked with that bed. He stepped forward and kissed Gallus on the beak.

“I’ve got an idea how we could kill fifteen minutes,” the griffon said mischievously.

Sandbar felt the stirring of an erection. “You’re joking.”

Gallus grinned. “You’re telling me you don’t want your boyfriend to suck you off in your old room?”

Sandbar was getting hard.

Light, how many times have you jerked off here, fantasizing about something just like this?

He had come of age in that bed. Touching himself before even knowing about sex. Rubbing his flare, making himself cum for the first time. Humping a pillow, pretending it was a cute filly. So many nights, excited but alone.

And now his sexy, athletic griffon was sitting on that bed, asking to have sex with him. Sandbar felt like a teenage colt again. He sat down on the bed, leaning back against the small headboard.

Gallus chuckled lightly, drawing one talon lazily down the pony’s expanding shaft. “All these beefcake muscle stallions on your walls,” he said, glancing at the nearest poster, “and you’re telling me you never once imagined being with another male?”

Sandbar blushed. “No!”

Gallus snorted, exchanging a single talon for a full claw. He gently massaged the excited pony. “You never had any fantasies about them?” He pointed at a large earth pony whose mane bore a passing resemblance to Sandbar’s usually wild coif.

Sandbar shook his head. “No, really.” He shivered as Gallus’ claw rubbed past his medial ring. “I mean, I imagined being them, sometimes.” The griffon cupped his balls, making him moan.

Oh no.

“Yeah?” Gallus asked with a smirk.

Sandbar realized the truth. He groaned, and not just from the way Gallus tickled a talon along the underside of his orbs. “I’d imagine them being intimate. What their cocks were like.” His own shaft twitched. “If they were thick or small or really hung.” Gallus reached up with his other claw and gently rubbed the skin just below Sandbar’s crowned head. “Ooh. I’d imagine them cumming, harder than I ever did.”

“Gaaay,” Gallus teased before lowering his beak and softly licking the tip of Sandbar’s penis.

Sandbar blushed and grunted. “Says the griff with his beak on my cock.” Gallus gave him a dirty look. “I didn’t say stop!”

Gallus complied, and Sandbar whinnied in excitement. He had done things with Gallus that were way more exciting than even the wildest of his teenage fantasies. And now his griffon was in his bed, sucking his dick where he’d learned about his body, and somehow that was even more erotic than ever. He felt blood surging into his staff.

If he could just tell his teenage self how good it was going to get.

Gallus’ thin tongue snaked down and the tightness of his mouth clenched the flared flesh.

Sandbar remembered coming home from the winter ball alone, and jerking off in frustration. He remembered the way Gallus had straddled him the first time he had fucked him in the dorm. He remembered getting off five times in an evening after his first kiss with Marigold, until he had rubbed his staff nearly raw. He thought about his griffon putting a talon in his tail hole.

Gallus dove forward, swallowing Sandbar’s dark shaft down past the ring. Fuck. He was getting close.

He remembered waking up in wet sheets after a particularly vivid dream about his mom’s friend from Baltimare. He thought about splattering his sheets after jerking off in his dorm when he overheard Gallus masturbating.

Gallus moaned, the vibration tingling down into Sandbar’s groin.

His balls shifted upward.

Jerking off thinking about a mating clip in a nature documentary about dolphins. Jerking off with Gallus’ knotted dick against yours, cumming on yours. Cumming as a colt, cock shoved into a towel. Cumming in Gallus, as the blue griffon fluttered over you, showering you with cum.

“Oh L-light, Gallus.” The griffon sped up his ministrations, moving his beak up and down.

Sandbar inched toward climax, the sights and sounds and tastes of a thousand orgasms replaying in his mind. Old laced with new as one inextricably-linked experience.

He bit a hoof to keep from crying out as he came. Gallus moaned happily, working his beak around the pony’s shaft. Small tendrils of cum escaped and leaked down Sandbar’s cock. The earth pony’s innards clenched again, again, again, unleashing a torrent of stallion seed into the waiting mouth. Sandbar pulled his hoof away from his mouth, finally trusting himself not to scream in ecstasy. Gallus leaned back, pulling his head up and off the pony. One claw cupped the edge of his beak, wiping up the small, escaping white strands. He made a show of swallowing, and a large grin split his beak. “Got it all that time.”

“Holy fuck, Gallus, that was so hot.”

“So pretty good?”

“You’re the best.”

The griffon beamed. “At a lot of things, yeah. I think you’re a better cocksucker, though.” He sat upright, revealing a leaking, tapered tip. “Prove me right?”

A door banged open down the stairs.

“Fuck!” Gallus swore softly. “I’m gonna have to save it til later, aren’t I?”

Sandbar blushed and nodded sympathetically.

Gallus was actually glad he hadn’t had time to get off. As it was, he was barely able to get himself back into his sheath before he and Sandbar headed downstairs for dinner.

As they re-entered the living room, a small, mint green pony wandered in from the kitchen. She slowly approached Gallus and tugged on one wing. “Pretty wings!” she exclaimed.

Sandbar laughed and scooped up the foal. “Gentle, Coral, those are real wings, not like on your doll.” He smiled broadly and turned the younger pony to face Gallus. “Gallus, this is my sister, Coral Currents.”

Gallus felt completely out of his element. Kindness, he reminded himself, glad suddenly he had paid at least some attention in Professor Fluttershy’s manners lessons. He extended one claw slowly. “I’m Gallus.”

“Gallus is my boyfriend,” Sandbar explained. Gallus was not going to cry.

“Gal-lus,” the younger pony repeated. “Pretty name!” She suddenly turned to her brother. “We’re having soup! Is the birdy staying for soup?”

Sandbar laughed. “Yes, Coral.” He set the filly down gently, “now go wash up.” The green filly ran off to the wash room.

Gallus hugged his pony.

Four ponies and a griffon sat at a rectangular table in a small room just off the other side of the kitchen. Sandbar couldn’t help but notice that his mother seemed on edge, and that that was making his father uncomfortable. His father walked around the table, distributing spicy-smelling soup in thin ceramic bowls. His mother popped the cork out of the wine bottle and gave it a subtle sniff. Gallus leaned forward and smelled the soup and gave an approving nod.

Beachcomber sat down across from Gallus, and High Tide slid a glass of wine to him past Coral Currents. She then passed two glasses to Sandbar. He passed one over to his boyfriend. Gallus took a sip of the soup, and his eyes went wide immediately. “Wow!” He took another large drink, tipping the bowl carefully into his beak. “Dang, that is really, really good.”

Beachcomber smiled warmly at the griffon. “I bet you say that to all your dates’ parents.” High Tide took a big gulp of wine.

“No way,” Gallus said, “this is really great! Besides, all my previous boyfriends’ families never invited me to dinner.” High Tide made a strangled sound. Sandbar took a quick drink from his own glass. The wine was good, as far as he could tell. It did nothing to relieve his tension though. Maybe another sip.

“So,” Beachcomber said, addressing Sandbar, “when did you decide you were gay?”

“Oof,” Sandbar replied with a grimace. He downed his entire glass in one swallow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” his father said kindly, “is that rude? I don’t know how all this works. But you’ve always made goo-goo eyes at any eligible mare who crossed your sight-line, and now,” he glanced over at Gallus.

“Yeah,” Gallus said dryly, “I’m not a mare.”

“Mare!” Coral chimed in from her booster seat.

“No kidding,” Beachcomber said with a laugh. High Tide tipped her glass back until it was empty. She poured herself another.

Sandbar fidgeted nervously in his chair. He touched the feather hanging around his neck and looked at Gallus. “I dunno, it just sort of… happened?”

“So just *poof* and you’re gay?” His mother asked sarcastically.

“Well, no, I mean-“

“You really want the specifics?” Gallus said, rolling his eyes.

The older ponies stared at the griffon silently. Sandbar laughed nervously. “Y-you know, just to be totally clear, I’m not gay,” he said quietly. Gallus shot him a shocked look. “I’m pretty sure I’m,” he gulped, swallowing past a lump in his throat, “bisexual.”

His mother downed the fresh glass of wine.

“Oh,” Beachcomber said, stroking his chin with a hoof. “Ohhh!” He nodded to himself.

“So you still like mares?” High Tide asked, an intent look in her eyes.

“Y-yeah,” Sandbar admitted. He reached out with one hoof and touched Gallus’ arm. “But I love Gallus.”

High Tide stood up on shaky legs. “Excuse me,” she said, and galloped from the room.

Sandbar felt the blood drain from his face. Gallus reached a claw over and squeezed the hoof that was resting on his arm.

Beachcomber sighed. “I’m sorry about your mom. She just…” he shrugged, “she wasn’t expecting this.” He sighed again. “Unlike your auntie Orca. I owe her twenty bits now.” Gallus chortled, to Sandbar’s horror.

“You… you made a bet about my sexuality?”

“Oh, crud,” the older stallion muttered. “That was probably rude too. Sweet Celestia, I’m bad at this.”

Sandbar gaped.

“I’m sorry,” Beachcomber said. He sounded genuine.

“Sorry sorry sorry,” Coral Currents mimicked in sing-song.

“But you know I love you no matter what, and that includes you bringing whoever you want home, male griffon or otherwise.” He reached a hoof across the table and patted Sandbar’s shoulder. He then turned and addressed Gallus. “You love this irritating pony too?”

The griffon’s cheeks turned an unnatural shade of red. “Yeah.”

“Good enough for me,” Beachcomber said merrily. “Now enough chit-chat. Soup’s getting cold.”

“Cheers to that,” Gallus said with a smile.

Sandbar took another sip of wine.

Sandbar was a few hairs past tipsy by the time they finished dinner. Beachcomber walked Sandbar and Gallus to the door. He laid a hoof on Sandbar’s back. “Give your Mom some time. I’m sure she’ll come around.”

“I hope so,” Sandbar said sadly.

“She will,” his father said confidently. “She loves you, just like I do.” He smiled at his son. “I love you, Sandbar.”

“I love you too, Dad.” He gave the older stallion a huge hug.

Beachcomber turned to Gallus and gathered the griffon in a hug. Gallus’ wings went stiff and his crest feathers peaked. “You!” the stallion said sternly, “you do right by my boy, you understand?”

Gallus nodded slowly. “Yes, sir.”

The older stallion nodded to himself. He turned back to Sandbar and whispered loudly. “I like this one, Sandbar, he likes my soup. Don’t scare him off.”

Sandbar blushed. “I’ll try. Thanks, Dad.”

Beachcomber waved and shut the door. And with that, the first meeting was over. Sandbar breathed a sigh of relief. He was still devastated by his Mom’s reaction, but at least he knew his Dad supported him. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his back. Maybe some weight remained, but it was a good start. “Let’s go home, Gallus.”

“Uhh.”

“What?” He looked back at the stationary griffon. And blinked. Gallus’ crest feathers were glowing and emitting a faint musical tone. The light traveled from front to back along the longest feathers in his crest. Sandbar gaped.

Gallus pointed at the pony’s flank. “Your butt is glowing.”

Sandbar glanced backwards. His flank was flashing, his cutie mark radiating with light. “No WAY!” he said excitedly. “A friendship quest!!”

Gallus sighed. “There better be time for a blowjob. I’m still super horny from earlier.”

Sandbar laughed. “I’ll make it happen. Now come on!”

The green earth pony and blue griffon raced off towards the Castle of Friendship. Sandbar beamed with joy. He and Gallus had faced dinner with his parents; there was nothing in Equestria that could defeat them when they stood hoof-in-claw together.

“Come on, it’ll be faster if you carry me!”

Gallus grinned in amusement. “The last time I tried that for more than a few seconds you nearly wiped out the entire foreign delegation.”

Sandbar scoffed. “Whatever, everyone was fine in the end.”

Gallus scooped up his pony and took to the sky. He loved the freedom flying afforded him, and loved carrying his boyfriend along, despite his outward protests. He winged up and away.

Sandbar’s lower back ground into his groin. Gallus couldn’t help but think of the last time he’d been in a similar position, his knot sliding into his pony.

“I feel that,” Sandbar said in an amused tone.

“Argh,” the griffon grunted. “It’s not my fault you left me with blue balls.” He continued flapping his wings, the cool air of the dark night sky flowing through his feathers.

“Put me down for a second,” Sandbar said. Gallus lowered them to the ground. Sandbar turned around, knelt on the grass, and flipped over on his back. It gave Gallus one of his favorite views of the underside of his stallion. “Okay, let’s go.”

Gallus blinked in confusion before realizing what the pony was doing. “Oooh, aren’t you naughty?”

“You’re a bad influence,” Sandbar said with a laugh.

Gallus reached down and lifted the pony up under his back legs. Sandbar’s upper half dangled free, and he used his hooves to grab the griffon’s rear. “Just don’t drop me.”

“I promise,” the griffon said with a smirk.

As they winged up into the sky, Sandbar leaned forward. His muzzle was pressed right up against the griffon’s pouch. The inverted pony gave the balls a slow lick with his broad tongue. Gallus shivered and concentrated on keeping altitude steady. Sandbar shifted his head and took the griffon’s quivering tip into his mouth.

Gallus moaned. He flapped his wings, driving them towards the large castle in the distance. It was hard to keep steady with the pony bobbing his head and neck. The slick tightness of the pony’s mouth massaged Gallus’ shaft. The griffon was so pent up from earlier—sucking his pony off in his old bedroom—that he wasn’t sure how long he would last. Not to mention the excitement of getting off while flying, which he hadn’t done since he was a fledgling.

Sandbar moaned, and Gallus whimpered. The tongue played along the ridged underside of the griffon’s staff, the pony’s lips closed around his knot. The pony’s breath so warm in contrast to the night air around them.

Sandbar nipped softly on Gallus’ knot. The griffon felt his shaft twitch and his balls clench. His boyfriend was learning how to push every one of his buttons. He wasn’t going to last long.

The pony twirled his tongue.

Fuck. Fuck.

Gallus thrust his hips forward, momentarily holding himself steady in the air. He was going to cum. He pounded his hips, relentlessly pushing his shaft into the back of the earth pony’s muzzle. He heard Sandbar moan.

Gallus erupted, feeling his shaft tense and erupt as his balls pumped round after round of cum into the pony’s waiting muzzle. It took every effort to keep from plummeting from the sky as his insides clenched and twisted and he fed the pony his seed. Gallus panted with the effort and the sheer joy of emptying his aching orbs.

Sandbar’s muzzle pulled free and the cold night air rushed in to chill Gallus’ exposed flesh. “Wow, that was even cooler than anything we did in the dream!” he said.

Gallus nodded in agreement.

“Uh,” the pony said, “can you put us down now? All the blood is rushing to my head.”

Gallus laughed and descended. A few moments later they landed in a small park just outside Ponyville Town Square. Sandbar flopped gracelessly out of the griffon’s arms and rolled onto the ground. He stood up and kissed Gallus. “Let’s go see how we become heroes,” he said with a grin.

Gallus shifted uncomfortably. He was perched on a tree branch, and it was neither as smooth nor as flat as it had seemed as he was flying towards it. He stilled his wings and nestled quietly behind a leafy bough, keeping his eyes on the ground. There, a quick flight from the tree, stood two earth ponies and a unicorn. He didn’t recognize any of them, which was a relief. He didn’t know why, but he would have hated to learn that one of his friends was in that group.

His friendship circle had grown tremendously during his time at the School of Friendship. He paused for a moment, reflecting on all the joys he had experienced since coming to Ponyville. He touched his chest, where a small, jade turtle hung from a finely-woven chain.

He turned his attention back to the gathering below. All three wore long capes that covered their cutie marks and draped down nearly to the ground. They looked ominous. Gallus felt a chill looking at the patterned cloth.

The chill was quickly replaced by warmth. Warm fur pressed into his back, along his wings, and down towards his tail.

“Gallllus,” a familiar voice whined. The griffon suddenly felt the warmth not just on his back, but in his chest, too. His beak split in a smile at hearing his boyfriend’s voice and feeling the stallion’s body pressed up against his own. “You let us oversleep,” Sandbar complained.

Gallus shook his head, confused. How was Sandbar up in tree with him? Why was the stallion talking about sleeping?

Gallus turned his attention back to the gathering on the ground.

All three ponies stared at Gallus, their eyes wide.

Gallus jerked back in alarm, and he fell from the tree. He cried out in surprise, and tried to flap his wings. His wings, though, were still bound in the earth pony’s warm embrace. There was also something firm pressing against his tail.

Gallus fell, the ground racing to meet him. He screamed in terror, unable to wing his way to safety...