Decisions Decisions

Five years had passed, since Anon had made his fateful decision, and he couldn’t be happier. Having steeled his resolve and informed his friends of his choice, things had worked out surprisingly smoothly. Not a single one of his companions had abandoned him, taking his selection in stride. As time passed and the various students graduated, he kept in contact with everybody; it wasn’t that difficult either, considering most of them lived in or near Ponyville. Hell, Twilight had even decided to free Cozy Glow, although she was placed in the newly minted Friendship Gulag near the Crystal Empire.

Unsure of which paramour he would choose, Anon took an unconventional approach. Gallus was the only male interested in him, which meant several things. First and foremost, as a fellow dude, he found it remarkably easy to lounge and casually shoot the shit with the little bird-cat. Secondly and most importantly, he’d spent more time hanging out with his feathered companion than any of the other candidates - as such, the decision was obvious.

…

“Sweet merciful Celestia,” Gallus groaned, barging through the front door of the apartment. “Do you have any idea how much the Princesses can eat?!” he rhetorically asked, unsure if his roommate was even home.

Pulling the crested helmet from atop his head, he set it on a rack beside the exit. It was only after he stepped through the foyer and into the living room did he notice Anon resting on the couch. With his feet propped up on the coffee table, right next to a pair of extra large pizza boxes, the man waved over at him.

“Picked us up some dinner,” Anon commented through a mouthful of pie, motioning towards the meal. “Chicken with pineapple and a meat lover’s - ya know, since you’re such a fan…” he added, nonchalantly gesturing towards his crotch. Rolling his eyes, the griffon plodded over to join him.

Anon was unsure how to classify his relationship with Gallus, even after they’d lived together for nearly half a decade. From an outsider’s perspective, they could be called a romantic couple, yet he was reluctant to categorize it as such. Sure, they cared and looked after one another, but that didn’t mean they were in love - did it?

Sure, they spent most of their free time together. Yeah, he’d taken a custodial position at the Canterlot Castle after Gallus got hired as a royal guard. Okay, maybe they fooled around every so often, each helping the other scratch the occasional lustful itch; but none of that meant they were dating or anything.

They were just bros! Good friends who hung out, played games, shared a cold drink every so often, and sometimes fooled around! There wasn’t anything romantic about sharing a bed with your best buddy, or spooning on those cold Canterlot nights - at least, that’s what Anon told himself.

The truth was slightly different. Whether or not they acknowledged their status, the two had somehow built a relationship to be envied. In all but title, they were practically wed to one another. They split the bills and chores, switched off on cooking duties, looked after each other during bouts of illness, and even bickered like an old married couple over frivolous matters.

Regardless of what they called it, Anon and Gallus were thick as thieves. Neither of them had pursued any dating or courtship matters, since they’d begun cohabitating, but they didn’t think much about it. They were comfortable hanging out together, sharing the joys and laments of life, which was all that mattered.

“Drink?” Gallus asked, pointing towards the fridge.

“Yeah, maybe one of those fruity ones you’re good at making,” Anon shouted.

“You would want a fruity one,” the griffon chuckled, pouring two glasses of the icy punch for them.

The sound of a distant grumble caused him to smile, as he imagined the man scowling at his remark. He was well aware that his roommate had certain interests - ones which he was more than happy to poke fun of when he could. Grabbing the two beverages in his wings, after placing the pitcher back in the freezer, he trotted back into the den.

“Thanks, Bud,” Anon said, taking the proffered glass.

“No problem, Dude,” Gallus countered, opening one of the two boxes and retrieving a slice of pizza.

Spying the griffon take a piece of his pie, Anon glared over at the azure bird-cat. “You get the meat lover’s, I got the hawaiian,” he groused. He really didn’t mind sharing, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give his friend grief over it.

“Awwww, poor baby,” Gallus mocked. Setting his pizza down, he grabbed the man’s free hand and moved it to his fluffy chest. “Don’t worry, plenty of breast meat on this bird,” he purred, shooting his companion a wink.

Lack of actual breast meat aside, the griffon’s chest was exquisitely fluffy and warm. Blushing slightly and pulling away, he recalcitrantly set upon his pizza. “You pick out a movie to go see tonight?”

“I was thinking about Fractured Spine Peak,” Gallus mused, shrewdly rubbing his chin.

Rolling his head to the back of the couch, Anon groaned. He’d gotten to pick the last film they’d gone out to see, so it was only fair that he let his buddy choose. The movie in question, a homoerotic romance between two cowponies, was apparently pretty good, yet it wasn’t something he would have picked. With few options left, he resorted to more endearing abuse.

“But that movie’s gay,” he muttered.

“Not as gay as the beak job I’ll give you...If you go, of course,” Gallus teased, running one talloned digit up the man’s chest.

A tingle ran up Anon’s spine, his cheeks darkened, and his loins stirred. Contrary to his original fears, the Griffon’s keratinous jaws were startlingly soft and stimulating. Pushing himself up, he jammed the remaining bite of crust into his maw. Motioning for his friend to join him, he proceeded towards the bedroom.

“Ooooooh! Can’t wait to get to the theater? Anon, you scamp!” Gallus tittered, hopping from the couch.

“If you’d rather get that armor off yourself, be my guest,” the man murmured, knowing full well his feathered comrade struggled with getting into and out of his uniform. With Gallus trotting up behind him, he made a mental note to put their leftovers in the refrigerator - after all, cold pizza with his best bud would make for a fine breakfast.