Involuntary Voyeur

“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.