“So...what’s the catch?” Anon pressed, resting his elbows on the table between himself and the headmare.

“Nothing, that’s it!” Twilight replied, as cheerful as ever.

“Let me get this straight...” Anon grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You pull me back from Tartarus, after finding me balls deep in some megalomaniacal filly, and all I’ve got to do is put up with a roommate?” he summarized, his eyes narrowing.

“Yup! Given the circumstances of your - Ahem - timeout, I felt that it was an appropriate solution,” the alicorn explained.

Boy howdy, that was the understatement of the century. In short, Anon had made a series of very questionable decisions, even though he considered himself a victim of circumstance. He’d had a decent job, working in the School of Friendship, a good relationship with the staff and student body, and made a decent wage; that was, however, until things took a turn. After a series of unfortunate and painfully scandalous events, the man had found himself imprisoned in pony hell.

In short, he’d unintentionally and systematically plowed a number of the students, culminating with a loud, destructive, and extraordinarily sticky encounter with Yona, the resident yak. After a brief incarceration in Tartarus, which led to him rutting a small, possibly sociopathic mare, he’d been whisked back to the school, but not before realizing Twilight had voyeuristically watched his latest interspecies exchange.

“And you said I’d be rooming with Gallus, right?” Anon inquired, his suspicions still raised. The whole thing almost felt like some sort of setup, like he was walking into a trap.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you and Gallus do get along well, do you not?” Twilight retorted, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean, yeah, we do, but why him?” Anon countered.

“Well, besides being an exceptional student, well versed with the rules of friendship, I’d prefer you have some level of comfort with your new roomie,” the Princess clarified. Of course, she fully intended on having the griffon…

“You’re going to have him spy on me, aren’t you...” the man flatly stated.

“Can you blame me, Anon? I mean, gee, it’s not like you ‘accidentally’ canoodled a cornucopia of my pupils,” Twilight shot back, her eye twitching.

“Fair...That’s fair...But it’s not permanent, is it? Seriously, I don’t want to be shacked up with someone forever,” Anon groaned. He could already feel a headache coming on, so he massaged his temples. Sure, having to share living quarters with someone was better than being trapped in Tartarus, but he did enjoy his personal space.

“One semester, that’s all I ask,” Twilight flatly said, holding up a hoof. “If you can restrain yourself for that long, we’ll call it even. Think of it as a probation.”

“Fine, but I call bottom bunk,” he grunted, pushing himself away from the table. All things considered, he was getting off pretty easy; at least, he thought he was.

“Perfect! I’ve already remodeled your room, but feel free to rearrange things as you see fit. Oh, and you’ll be starting back at work tomorrow. Salacious streak aside, the school does need its number one janitor back on duty ASAP!” Twilight proclaimed, her sunny disposition immediately returning.

Remaining silent, Anon saw himself out. Something just wasn’t sitting right. The entire reason he’d been thrown in horsey hell wasn’t actually because he’d done the do with several of the students. No, according to Twilight, he’d been imprisoned because he’d unwittingly created a friendship problem. Admittedly, and much to his chagrin, that did seem to be the legitimate case.

After working his way through a changeling, a dragon, a hippogriff, and a yak, a number of the pupils had started heatedly bickering about who was Anon’s true romantic interest. Truthfully, each of them had strong selling points, although the clandestine nature of his adventures caused a bone of contention to arise, pun intended. That being said, with everything now in the open, he shouldn’t have much to worry about.

Navigating the corridors of the academy, Anon worked his way back to his room. It didn’t take all that long, since he had the floorplan basically memorized, so he quickly found himself standing at his door. Reaching for the knob, he paused, glancing left and right conspiratorially. Interestingly, there was a missing doorway down the hall, with freshly painted plaster over the area it once occupied.

Screwing his brows together, and with a pang of concern, he returned his attention to his room. Turning the knob, he let himself in. His room was, as far as he could tell, almost the same; almost, as in, all of his belongings were just where he’d left them, but the area was nearly double the size it had originally been.

Apparently, while he’d been detained, Twilight had expanded his living space to include the dorm room beside it. It made sense, in a way, since it was supposed to house two creatures now, as opposed to just himself. His bed, now a bunk setup, sat to one side, while the additional floor-space held a sofa, a second desk, and a small table. Hell, if he could keep this setup after his ‘probation’, as Twilight had put it, he’d consider it an upgrade.

As Anon stood in the doorway, marveling at his newly renovated quarters, he felt something pat his thigh. Looking down, he found Gallus, the cerulean griffon, peering up at him. As always, the little bird-lion had a somewhat smug expression, with a tuft of amber plumage set above his piercing, azure eyes.

“Sup, Roomie,” Gallus casually said, walking past Anon and into the room.

“Sup, dude,” Anon greeted, waving at the guy. “So, uh, did I miss much?” he added, unsure of how to open a conversation.

“Nah, everything is basically the same as it’s always been. Twilight got everycreature calmed down, after you got caught with Yona. She just explained that it was a misunderstanding and that they shouldn’t be so forward with you. Who knew girls could be that scary, am I right?” Gallus chuckled, turning around to address the man.

“Yeah, you ain’t kidding,” Anon griped, rubbing the back of his neck. “Twilight got all this done in a day?” he continued, attempting to change the subject.

“Yeah, pretty much. Just stomped in and POOF, instant remodel,” Gallus responded, waving one claw around, for dramatic effect. “She even gave me this morning’s classes off, just so I could get my stuff moved in. You don’t mind if I have the top bunk, do you?” he nonchalantly asked, pointing to the upper mattress.

“Nah, dude, go nuts,” Anon replied, walking over to the sofa. Plopping down, he thought back to his meeting with Twilight.

When she’d retrieved him from Tartarus, she wasn’t angry, despite having found him creampieing a filly sized villain. If anything, she seemed somewhat phlegmatic about the scene she’d walked in on. Yeah, it may have been because Cozy Glow had nearly conquered Equestria, but he couldn’t be sure. It was almost like the Princess was up to something. There was something he was missing, some piece of the puzzle he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“So, you got anything going on this afternoon?” Gallus said, hopping onto the couch beside the man, shaking him from his stupor.

“Nah, not really. Well, maybe a shower,” Anon sighed. Thankfully, Twilight had been thoughtful enough to have a shirt and pair of gym shorts ready for him, after he’d been returned to the school. Unfortunately, he was still a bit crusty in places, thanks to his run-in with the pint-sized, sadomasochistic pegasus. “How about yourself?” he retorted, looking over to the bird-cat.

Gallus shrugged apathetically. “Eh, probably organize my stuff, maybe tidy up a little. No offense, but for a janitor, you’re kinda messy,” he noted, looking around at the man’s affects.

“Have at it, Buddy. I’m gonna get cleaned up, but then I’ll help,” Anon grunted, getting to his feet. Walking over to his dresser, he retrieved a fresh pair of pants, shirt, and boxers. Glancing over at Gallus, he smiled contentedly. Maybe things weren’t going to be that bad.

Making his way into the bathroom, Anon shut the door behind himself, before stripping out of his clothes. Setting the shower to warm, he reassessed his situation. There were, in fact, several benefits of having a roommate. First of all, he’d have someone else to help with chores and errands. Secondly, and more importantly, Gallus could potentially act as a guard of sorts. After all, he had found himself the victim of several lustful and, in Yona’s case, aggressive advances.

Washing off, and feeling rather refreshed, Anon hopped out of the shower. With a newfound confidence, and optimistic outlook, he dried off and got dressed. Even if living with the smarmy griffon didn’t suit his tastes, it was only for a few months. At worst, he’d just have to bite the bullet and put up with it, although he hoped it would actually strengthen his friendship with the smart-alecky bird-cat. His hopes, however, were dashed, the moment he opened the door.

In outright disbelief, Anon attempted to comprehend what he was looking at. Gallus, for some god-forsaken reason, was dressed in a french maid outfit, replete with an alabaster trimmed black skirt, snowy colored leggings, ruffled head piece, and a pair of blue and white striped panties. Any expectation that his newfound living conditions would be relaxing crumbled to ash in his mouth, as he gazed upon the snappily dressed griffon.

Hearing the door open, Gallus looked over and noted Anon’s pained expression. “What? I’m cleaning, Dude,” he coolly commented, continuing his endeavors as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

‘Et tu, Gallus? Et tu…’ Anon internally lamented, frozen in place. For fuck’s sake, he even had a feather duster! Setting his jaw, and steeling his resolve, he stomped over to the couch. There was no way, no fucking way he was going to get trapped by a bird-cat trap. Nope, not today; not ever.

Storming past the table, Anon scooped up one of Gallus’ textbooks, before throwing himself onto the sofa. He just needed to distract himself until the griffon was finished; then things should get back to their normal, non-crossdressing state. Opening the tome, one chronicling the Pillars’ exploits, he did his best not to pay attention to his roommate.

“Whoops,” Gallus called, damn near immediately breaking Anon’s focus.

On instinct, the man looked up, only to find the griffon bending over to retrieve his duster. Being a quadruped, there was no excuse for Gallus to be leaning forward, with his chest to the floor and rump prominently displayed, while facing away from him. His gaze wandered to the succulently presented rear, stuffed within the striped panties. Why, heavens above, why did he have a weakness for asses.

“Something wrong, Dude? Staring kinda hard at my tush…” Gallus commented, wryly grinning back at the man.

“Hmmph,” Anon snorted, returning his attention to the book. Whatever the little bugger was planning, it wasn’t going to work.

“I mean, not like I can blame you. Even though I’ve got cat ass, you aren’t gonna find a more succulent pair of drumsticks in the whole school,” Gallus continued, undeterred. Reaching back, he slipped one clawed digit into the top of his legging, pulling it back, before allowing it to snap against his thigh.

“Really, man? Do you have to?!” Anon blurted, frustratedly slamming the book closed. Seriously, how in the hell was he supposed to distract himself, with this sort of bullshit going on.

“What? Would you rather I just ask for your help?” Gallus asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Help? Help with what?” Anon hissed, squinting at the griffon.

“Gotta get on the top bunk, Dude,” Gallus said, finally standing back up.

“You can fly, get up there yourself,” Anon shot back.

“Uh, wings?” Gallus monotonously stated. To emphasize his point, he flexed his wings, both of which were pinned under his top. Noticing Anon go to stand, his smile broadened, as he moved towards the bunk bed.

Trudging over, Anon unceremoniously stooped over and plucked Gallus from the floor. Turning towards the bed, the griffon rested his head against his chest. Before he could place his cargo on the top bunk, he felt a claw tracing a small circle over his pectoral. He couldn’t be sure if it was intention, and it likely was, but Gallus’ digit was circling his nipple.

“Anon, jeez, I didn’t know you were so strong,” Gallus purred, smirking up at the man.

Anon simply scowled. It was bad enough that the fingers of his right hand were supporting the bird-cat’s posterior, digging into the dude’s soft, tender backside, so he didn’t need things to get any worse. Moving as quickly as he could, he went to set the griffon onto the top bunk, although Gallus had other plans.

“Whoops,” Gallus bleated, squirming from Anon’s grip. Positioned as he was, just at the man’s eye level, he fell backward, causing his backside to grind against Anon’s face. Of course, it hadn’t really been an accident, but it could certainly be played off as one.

With his visage entombed between the soft, warm cheeks of the griffon’s rump, Anon was in quite the pickle. Not only was the sensation distressingly inviting, but Gallus even smelled amazing; like a gentle breeze through a field of lavender. It had to be his shampoo, because there was no way he smelled that naturally good.

Shoving the bird-cat off of his face, Anon grimaced at the maid. “There,” he grumbled, hoping to god he’d have a reprieve from the infuriatingly cute griffon.

“Thanks for the help, roomie,” Gallus purred. Spinning away from the man, he caressed Anon’s neck and chin with the tuft at his tail’s end, while simultaneously flipping his skirt up and over his derriere.

Now less than a foot from Gallus’ behind, Anon swallowed hard. Saucy griffon lad or not, he had to admit, the sight was a thing of beauty. From the contrasting colors of his blue coat and garments, to the way his leggings slightly dug into the chub of his thighs, it was picturesque view. For all intents and purposes, he couldn’t even tell he was looking at a guy, were it not for the fact that he knew better.

“Enjoying the view?” Gallus tittered, snapping Anon from his trance. “You know, if you wanted, I could just…” he trailed off, reaching back to pull at one butt cheek.

Captivated, Anon couldn’t look away. As the griffon’s buttocks were pried apart, he could make out the faintest mound at his roommates groin. Of course, he’d had no way of knowing what sort of equipment Gallus was rocking, but it couldn’t have been that big, judging from the concealed coin purse. As he watched, the fabric slid over the opposing cheek, gliding over his furred flesh to nestle into the cleft of his ass.

“I hate when that happens,” Gallus affectionately grumbled, wiggling his rump from side to side, but only for a moment. Straightening back up, and releasing his haunch, he wheeled around to face Anon. “Maybe I should’ve just skipped on the panties, but, you know, it’s all part of the outfit,” he added, shrugging flippantly.

Anon’s mind raced, attempting for formulate something, anything to say. All of this had to be premeditated; it was impossible that Gallus had just stumbled upon his proclivity for asses and his weakness for maid getups, wasn’t it?! Suddenly, the griffon looked down, past the edge of the bed, and snickered. Following his gaze, Anon followed suit, although he quickly regretted it.

There, at his crotch, was a rather prominent bulge. Somewhere along the line, likely between seeing Gallus drop his duster and the sinful display, he’d gotten a boner. Honestly, he couldn’t pinpoint when it’d happened; yet there it was, tenting his pants. Immediately, he broke into a cold sweat, as his focus shifted back up to the griffon’s face. To his mortification, Gallus’ eyes met his own.

“Jeez, Anon, I didn’t know you were into dudes...” Gallus cooed, unflinching.

The statement caused something to snap inside Anon. He’d never considered himself gay, not in the slightest, although there was something particularly enchanting about the feminine cat ass he’d seen. Sadly, Gallus’ assault on his sexuality was far from over.

“I mean, if I’d known you liked pillowy asses so much, I would’ve worn a thong,” the griffon continued, his unwavering, sultry gaze boring into the janitor.

“I...I’m not gay,” Anon grumbled, finally breaking eye contact and turning away. Defiantly, he crossed his arms over his chest, although he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more; himself, or Gallus.

Rolling his eyes, the griffon sat back on his haunches. “Really, does it honestly matter that much? I mean, come on, you’ve already done it with a changeling, yak, hippogriff, and a dragon. If you’re willing to do the nasty with all of them, why not add a double hitter to the mix; a griffon and a guy. Besides, it’s not even that gay, when it’s an ass like mine…” he softly tutted.

Anon’s eyes aimlessly darted about. As much as he wanted to deny what he’d heard, Gallus had a point. He’d already crossed a line, several in fact, so why should he restrain himself. It was painfully clear that some part of him, buried deep down, had no qualms about what he wanted to do, seeing as how he had already popped a boner. Feeling a pat on his shoulder, Anon jumped and whirled around.

“Hey, it’s all good. You do you, but if you ever wanted to some thick, juicy bird ass, well, I wouldn’t turn you down,” Gallus muttered, smiling chummily at his friend. With that, he turned away, whilst still atop the upper bunk, to fluff his pillow. Giving Anon yet another good view of his posterior, he smiled, as he felt something brush against his paw.

With his mouth watering, and erection painfully tenting his pants, Anon drew nearer. He was pretty sure he was beyond redemption anyways, so why shouldn’t he keep going. Maybe it was the combination of maid uniform and magnificently exhibited tush, or perhaps he was going mad; regardless of the case, he couldn’t resist.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep this our little secret,” Gallus whispered, his smile broadening. At long last, he was about to get what he wanted. He didn’t consider himself gay, not in the slightest. No, he always thought of himself as an opportunist, and Anon was quite the exotic opportunity.

Reaching for the proffered booty, Anon hesitated. Gallus was a dude! A guy! He had, what he assumed to be, male cat junk hidden beneath those damn panties of his. Like it or not, he was seriously considering doing something pretty damn gay and, unfortunately for him, the captivating cat-bird noticed.

“You know, if it’s really that big of a deal, you can just lie down, close your eyes, and let me handle the rest. If you want me to, of course…” Gallus liltingly murmured.

Anon mulled the idea over. While a part of him did, in fact, want to sink his tool into that glorious feline posterior, another part was deeply reluctant to cross the same-sex line. That being said, if he didn’t have to see that he was hilted in a guy’s rump, that would made the situation a little more palatable. With a nod, he turned back towards the expectant creature.

“Alright, fuck it. Just don’t go blabbing about this to anyone,” he sighed, pointing an accusatory finger at the bird-cat, “got it?”

“My beak is sealed, Dude,” Gallus proudly said.

The two stood in silence, for a moment, with each waiting for the other to act. In truth, they were both hesitantly excited, although Anon still held reservations on following through with it. Finally, after what felt like a painfully awkward eternity, Gallus placed a claw on the man’s shoulder.

“How about you go lie back on the couch. I’ve got a blindfold, if you think that would...“ he was cut off, as Anon waved a hand and turned away.

“No. No blindfolds. This is weird enough as it is,” Anon grouched. Walking over to the sofa, he sat down, before reclining onto his back over its length. With his hands behind his head, between himself and a small cushion, he tried to relax. The comfortable couch helped, if only to a small extent, so he made a mental note to thank Twilight for it. Taking a deep breath, before shakily exhaling it, he closed his eyes.

“You ready?” he heard Gallus ask, somewhere just to his side.

“Yeah,” Anon groaned, his stark erection standing in sharp contrast to his reticent voice.

He jumped slightly, feeling something unzip his pants. He realized the griffon was equipped with talons and a beak, neither of which would, he assumed, be pleasant for any sort of foreplay. Gingerly, a claw graced his tool, having made its way into his boxers. A second and third digit followed, before his dong was pulled into the open air.

“Oh man, it’s even nicer looking than Smolder said,” Gallus whispered, almost reverently.

Anon rolled his eyes, despite them being closed. He had no way of knowing how long the students had been sharing details about his anatomy, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but it couldn’t have been for too long; that was, unless someone had broken a promise before he’d been caught getting his brains fucked out by Yona. His thoughts snapped back to the present, as something warm and moist worked over his shaft.

“Watch the beak,” Anon warned, honestly fearful of a potential mishap. He’d seen enough shows with birds of prey, back on Earth, to know those things could do substantial damage.

“You’re good. I just wanted to taste it,” the griffon reassuringly responded.

The claws left his junk, just prior to a weight moving onto the rim of the couch. Steadily, it shifted towards Anon’s groin, leaving him to wonder exactly what was going on. He dare not look, for fear of exactly what he’d see. As silly as it sounded, he likened it to a curse; one which, once gazed upon, would forever haunt the viewer. Fidgeting slightly, the movement eventually stopped.

He could sense something to either side of his waist, pressing into the sofa’s cushions. Then, from out of nowhere, the familiar feeling of digits upon his length returned, except this time it was different. Unlike before, when they had been aimlessly gliding over his length, now they had a purpose. He felt his cock being shifted, guided towards…

He nearly gasped, as something warm pressed against the end of his length. The feeling was fleeting, lasting but a split second, as his rod was steadily swallowed by a toasty snugness. Regardless of what, or whom, it was, the sensation was quite pleasant; cozy, slick, and welcoming. His hips bucked upward, as his body’s natural instincts took over.

“Mmmph! Woah there! I know you’re excited but, come on, at least let me get adjusted,” Gallus sniggered from above.

Anon refused to answer, instead willing his impatient body to remain still. Slowly, the weight above settled onto his groin, leaving him fully buried in his partner. He felt the load on him wiggle contently, damn near causing him to reach out for it. Like a moth to flame, he was just drawn to asses! Screwing his eyes shut harder, forced himself not to grab the booty which had engulfed his manhood. His internal conflict came to an abrupt end, as Gallus started to move.

He could feel himself escaping the griffon’s confines, before his partner plunged back downward. There was no denying it, it felt good. Like, really fucking good. Laying there, in his room, being serviced by a cute maid. Yeah...Yeah, this wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d thought. Gradually, he began flexing his hips, bucking up to meet Gallus’s downward strokes.

“There’s the - Mnnnn - spirit,” Gallus cooed.

Maybe it was all in his head, but Gallus even sounded more feminine. Snarky, sure; but more girlish than usual. With every downward movement, he felt the delightfully pillowy, fuzzy, and warm cheeks of the griffon’s tush bear down on him. His right hand shifted, practically demanding that it dig its fingers into the rump he was railing.

“Go ahead, give ‘em a squeeze,” Gallus taunted.

The motions slowed, if only for a moment, prior to the sound of a loud smack. The noise was unmistakable, it was the clap of a spanked ass cheek. With his self control crumbling, like a sand castle at high tide, Anon gnawed his lip. Maybe if he…

“Oh BUCK,” Gallus lewdly groaned.

Pistoning into the griffon did the trick, putting a halt to any of his partner’s teasing. Fixating on the sensation, and trying to do so without the use of his eyes or hands, Anon did his best to silence his partner. True, fucking wasn’t the hardest thing to do, but their choice of position worked best if both parties were fully involved. To hammer the point home, every few seconds he felt Gallus having to readjust into a stable position, until he’d had enough…

Like twin striking snakes, from behind his head, Anon’s hands leapt forward. Guided by some preternatural force, his fingers sunk into the griffon’s supple ass. Sweet, merciful lord, the feel of them was astounding. With a cheek in each hand, he aided his partner’s motions, while continuing to fuck up and into Gallus. Granted, his eyes were still closed, although the added tactile sensation was already pushing him closer to release.

“D - Aaaahn - Don’t stop,” Gallus pleaded, rocking back to meet Anon’s increasingly energetic plunges.

The maidenly griffon’s words drove Anon into a frenzy. His heart thundered in his chest, while his cock throbbed within his partner’s confines. As he persisted, the vestiges of his misgivings melted away. Sweet, affectionate sounds of Gallus’ whimpering drifted to his ears, pouring fuel on inferno of lust. He clenched his teeth, desperate to last as long as he could, but it was not to be. Something pointed pinched his nipple, twisting it slightly, as the force around his prick was magnified.

“Fuck,” Anon bellowed, as he reached his limit. Ramming Gallus upon his lap, he thrust fiercely into his partner, hilting himself completely. Kneading the cushiony rump in his hands, his member twitched violently within the griffon’s ass, a split-second before the first gouts of cum erupted into the bird-cat’s bowels. He could feel Gallus writhing about, gyrating atop him, while moaning whorishly.

Dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, and a host of other neurochemicals flooded Anon’s system. His hips fitfully bucked, as he firmly held Gallus to himself. As always, and acting upon biological instinct, he preferred to expend his load within his partner. Dreamily, and without a thought, he opened his eyes; leaving him to find a sight he wouldn’t soon forget.

For a brief moment, Anon saw Gallus upon his lap, leaning over his chest. The griffon had one claw on his pectoral, devilishly tweaking his nipple, while he was using the other to stroke himself. In an orgasmic caw-like moan, his partner joined him in climactic bliss. Before he could react, hot gobbets of stringy cum spackled his torso, with a single rope impacting against his face. He winced, his left eye blinded by the ejaculatory blast, but there was little he could do about it.

Glancing out, with his unobstructed eye, the higher functioning parts of Anon’s brain immediately reminded him of what he’d done. Sitting on his groin, still serving as a scabbard to his softening cock, Gallus cranked out the last few drops of his seed. He’d been practically painted in the stuff, with strands over his abdomen, chest, neck, and the aforementioned bit on his face. Looking down at him, with a goofy smile on his face, the griffon leaned forward.

“I hate when that happens,” Gallus wheezed, gingerly wiping the gob of nut from the man’s eye. “There we go, all better,” he continued, sitting back and affectionately wiggling his still filled ass on Anon’s groin.

Releasing Gallus’ tush, Anon raised a finger to reaffirm his heterosexual status, muttering a quiet “N-no homo dude…” but suddenly, something strange happened. With a flash of light, and rush of displaced air, he and the impaled griffon both looked to the side. There, standing beside the door, stood Twilight Sparkle, although something was definitely amiss.

The Princess appeared to be painfully flustered, blushing heavily with a sheen of sweat on her face. Her breathing was heavy and erratic, as if she’d just run a marathon, and she had an unfocused look in her eyes. Lastly, almost imperceptibly, there was a slow, yet steady drip of fluid from her groin. Unless Twilight had sprung a leak, she was painfully worked up about something.

“Sweet Celestia, that was way more educational than I could have expected,” Twilight giggled, a rictus grin spreading over her face.

“Seriously, you couldn’t even let us get some post sex cuddling in…” Gallus flatly protested, staring deadpan at the Princess.

“Oh, no no no no no! You can spoon all you want later! This was, as far as I can tell, the first documented incident of a homosexual encounter between a biped and and a griffon!” Twilight yammered on, excitedly pacing around the room.

After his mouth worked silently for a moment, Anon was able to find his words. “What in the hell is going on?” he demanded, still balls deep in the griffon on his groin.

“Research! Oh, and I found a solution to your friendship problem. You’re welcome, by the way,” Twilight explained, giving a small bow.

“Wha…” Anon trailed off, looking between Gallus and the Princess. Mercifully, besides having a heavenly posterior, Gallus was quick to clear things up.

“Basically, Ocellus, Smolder, Silver Stream, Yona, and myself petitioned Twilight to get you back. We figured, if we could all share, there wouldn’t be a problem. Now, sure, any potential romantic stuff would need to be dealt with, so you’ll have to be mindful of that, but we got you off the hook,” Gallus answered. Lazily, he got to his paws and claws, ultimately letting the semi-flaccid manhood to slip from his rear. He clamped down, ensure most of Anon’s load was neatly stored within his tush, and to save time with the inevitable cleanup, of course.

“So...This was all a plan?” Anon confusedly grumbled, looking over to Twilight.

“Initially, no, although it ended up as one. You are, as you put it, ‘off the hook’, although there are a few caveats; the most important one being that, if and when you choose to engage in interspecies coitus, I’m allowed to record it. For scientific purposes, of course!” Twilight hastily added, somewhat overenthusiastically.

“Uh huh,” Anon indolently replied, raising one eyebrow in suspicion. “So, wait, if this was all a setup, then I don’t really have to room with Gallus, do I?” he asked, looking between the two. Just as his hopes began to climb, they were immediately dashed.

“Sorry, that was part of the bargain. There’s some sort of lesson in there for you. Blah blah blah, self restraint or something,” Gallus chuckled, sauntering off towards the restroom.

“Fucking perfect,” Anon sighed, covering his face with his hands. Well, the good news was that he got his job back, didn’t have a criminal record, and nobody was angry with him; at least, as far as he knew. Being stuck with a precocious bird-cat, and having a voyeuristic employer wouldn’t be the easiest things to put up with, although they were far better than Tartarus.

“Alright, well, I have a lot of footage to study. So, yeah, I’ll see you in the morning, Anon,” Twilight announced, fidgeting in place.

“Yeah, have fun with that,” Anon grunted. He was pretty sure she was using the term “study” very loosely, but it didn’t matter. Lying on the sofa, covered in a smattering of human and griffon jizz, he let his thoughts wander. He’d dodged a bullet, and a damn big one, although he was left with a lingering feeling of unease. Things were settled, for now, but he couldn’t help but worry about what the future held for him…