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.”

Author's Note

Here's the chapter that a lot of you have been waiting (a long, long time) for! I hope you enjoy! Happy clopping!