Author's Note

Disclaimer: The students at Twilight's school are all 18+ (or the pony/griffon/changeling/etc. equivalent thereto) adult creatures. (Come on, this place is like a college, right? They're clearly not little foals...) To the extent canon may later suggest these students are not adult, they have been aged up for portrayal in this story.

Waking Up

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.