Involuntary Voyeur

Sandbar entered their room first and Gallus followed quickly behind, slamming the door shut and flipping the lock closed with one wing. The pony grabbed him with one hoof and kissed him roughly, his eyes squeezing shut. Gallus wrapped one arm around the pony’s neck and the other went down to rub at the top of his chest. Sandbar started moaning and Gallus felt himself slipping from his sheath. He was moaning, too, he realized.

He pushed Sandbar backwards towards his bed until the pony’s back legs gave way and he plopped onto his flank. Gallus flapped his wings and dove forward, flattening the pony on his back. He could feel Sandbar’s staff rubbing up against his own member. He ground his groin into his boyfriend, making the pony squirm in excitement. The memory of Sandbar almost getting inside him in the showers made him surge with excitement. He wanted it in him.

Gallus slid forward, inching his body up the pony’s frame. The jade turtle hung between them, and Gallus took a moment to admire the crest feather tied among the pony’s green locks. “I love you,” he said quietly. He lifted his tail and the pony’s cock bounced free behind him. He felt it slap back almost immediately, getting lodged in the crevice between his cheeks. He thought he felt it dribble precum onto his back.

“I love you, too, Gallus,” Sandbar said warmly, licking his lips.

“It’s my turn. Please, Sandy,” Gallus begged, laying up against his boyfriend’s chest. “Give it to me. I know you want to.”

Sandbar’s face split in a grin and he nodded excitedly.

Gallus shivered and moaned, causing a deep rumble that passed through his chest into Sandbar’s. He drew one claw lazily across the pony’s chest. “Can you reach the lube?” He felt the cock on his backside twitch.

“Y-yeah,” the pony replied, twisting his body around. One hoof scooped up a bottle and passed it up to the waiting griffon. Gallus popped the cork free and poured a generous portion onto the talons of one claw. He raised his tail and reluctantly pushed the pony’s rigid staff to the side and then down back between their bodies. Gallus kept his eyes on Sandbar, who was breathing long, slow breaths, his eyes half-lidded in anticipation. Gallus placed his slickened claw up against the tight hole at the base of his tail. After a deep breath, he plunged the claw in and wiggled it around. Sandbar moaned at the sight and began touching himself with a hoof.

Gallus gently took a second talon and placed it inside his opening. Then a third. He felt his tail twitch erratically as he slowly added the fourth. “Fuck,” moaned Sandbar, as he watched his boyfriend prepare himself. Gallus let the tightness ease, and after holding for another few moments, slid his claw back out, gasping as the last appendage exited. The griffon smiled broadly, looking at Sandbar’s cock. The pony was so wet he wouldn’t even need extra lube. Just in case, though, he reached down with his sticky claw and rubbed it from flare to ring. Sandbar moaned and gritted his teeth. “Come get some, pony,” Gallus said, lifting his rump again, bringing his hole back down just nearly on top of the large, wet shaft.

Sandbar was panting, his tip dancing excitedly under the griffon’s tail. “Are.. Are you sure you can take me?”

“Shut up and fuck me, Sandy,” the griffon said, huskily.

Sandbar complied gladly, his hips bucking wildly as his cock slapped around for purchase. Gallus reached a claw back and helped guide the pony in. Sandbar’s face went slack with pleasure as his head pressed up against the griffon’s opening. The pony pushed upward gently, exactly as Gallus pushed downward. The shaft, already slicked with lubricant, had little trouble pushing into the griffon’s ready ass. A familiar warm pressure filled the griffon and he let his wings spread wide in pleasure, letting his sphincter relax. “Caw, it’s been way too long since I’ve been rutted.” He felt his insides pulse and he flapped his wings down, then up, letting the movement drive his body up and down on the end of his boyfriend’s cock.

“Nn,” Sandbar grunted happily. “I’ve never,” he started before he cut off with a shiver. “Oh, sweet sunlight that’s good.” Gallus grinned and continued to move slowly up and down, enjoying the tightness of the tip of Sandbar’s cock inside him. He made himself to take it slow—there was a lot of cock to get to. “I’ve, oooh” the pony continued, “Whew. I’ve never had anypony ride on top like this.” Gallus pleasured himself with one claw and Sandbar’s gaze moved downward, watching the movement. After a moment, he moved one hoof up and took over the movement. The hoof wasn’t as dexterous as Gallus’ claw, but the surprise shifts and movements of someone else manipulating his dick more than made up for the loss of direct sensation.

Gallus figured he was as stretched as he was likely to get. The next shift in his hips, he relaxed his insides and closed his eyes. He felt Sandbar’s shaft push more deeply, until the flared head rubbed a vital spot. Gallus watched his own cock twitch and a solid stream of precum coated the green fur of the pony below him. “Yeah!” he said excitedly. He felt his tail lashing. “That’s the spot!”

Sandbar thrust gently. “Oh, you get that too?” He relaxed and thrust again, each movement bringing a fresh wave of tingling pleasure to the griffon.

Gallus shuddered. “Oh yeah,” he confirmed. “And your flare,” he paused as the pony pushed upward again, firmly. “Ohh, gaw,” he said, his knotted dick twitching in the pony’s hooves. “Your flare gives the best prostate massage I’ve ever had.”

Sandbar thrust again and blushed. “Is that what it’s called?”

Gallus grinned and shook his head. “We’ve gotta get you ponies better sex ed.” He whimpered in pleasure as Sandbar’s cock shifted back over the sensitive spot. “Not that you’re doing too badly without it.”

Sandbar paused and then shoved his hips upward in short, quick bursts. Gallus squawked and felt his cock surge, spraying another clear stream of wetness on Sandbar’s chest. The pony’s eyes were lidded and he was starting to breathe heavily. “I’m getting close, Gallus.”

Gallus was too. “Oh no,” he said determinedly, “no way.” He flapped his wings, pulling himself almost all the way off the pony’s shaft. “Not until I get all of it.” He let himself sink back slowly, sliding down the wet staff. An immense fullness filled him and he moaned. “Fuck. Fuuuck yeah.” He was in up to the pony’s ring, he was sure.

He shifted his weight and drew himself upward again before leaning back down quickly. He felt the pony’s ring stretch and tease his hole. He pushed down harder and was rewarded as it popped inside him. His knot throbbed. Fuck, it felt good to have such a huge cock inside him.

“Oh light,” Sandbar cursed, “Oh fucking light, Gallus.” He thrust and Gallus heard a slapping sound as their bodies connected. Gallus could feel the staff inside him pulsing and twitching.

Sandbar fell back and shoved up again, Gallus meeting him halfway as their bodies slapped together. The pony hilted him. Gallus felt completely filled, his boyfriend’s penis stuffing him throughout. He whined, biting his tongue with his beak as he kept himself right on the edge.

Sandbar kept fucking him, his body roiling up and down, his cock sliding in and out of the griffon’s hole, one hoof still desperately tugging on the Gallus’ swollen member. Gallus was fit to burst at any moment.

He locked eyes with his boyfriend, who had a crazed, intense look on his face. “I’m. I’m so close.” The pony whimpered. “Oh, Gallus,” he said, love pouring into his voice.

Oh Fuck. “Oh Fuck!” Gallus cried, feeling his orgasm building. He started thrusting his hips erratically, his movement no longer calm or controlled. Sandbar was moaning and thrusting, and Gallus was full, so full, and so close. “Sandbar!” he whined, “I’m gonna. Oh fuck. I’m-“

The griffon felt his knot swell and solidify, and his insides clenched around the huge staff inside him as the pony hilted him again. An enormous rope of cum fired from the tapered tip of his cock, splattering the earth pony’s round face. He clenched again, and again, and each time a strand of cum coated the pony’s face. Sandbar’s tongue was working, lapping the griffon’s seed as it splattered his chin and cheeks. Sandbar roared as his own climax hit, and Gallus felt warmth blossom deep inside him. The feeling triggered a fresh wave of spasms in the griffon and his seed continued to coat the green fur below him, each burst tied to the throbbing feeling inside him. Sandbar was pumping away, and Gallus could hear a delightful squelching sound as some of the pony’s seed escaped his over-filled hole.

Gallus leaned forward, pressing both claws into the bed below him on either side of the pony’s chest. He opened his beak and kissed Sandbar, letting his tongue collect what cum the pony hadn’t swallowed. The two kissed deeply, the bitter taste of cum playing between their tongues as their orgasms slowly faded. Gasping for breath, Gallus pulled away. Sandbar used a hoof to scoop up a long white line from his chest. The pony brought it to his mouth and lazily licked the griffon cum.

Gallus leaned forward and up, letting the shrinking pony shaft fall from his insides. A pool of cum splashed free as the half-hard flare popped out. “Holy shit,” Gallus gasped, amazed at the sight below him as well as the sudden shift in feeling inside him. “You ponies can really cum.” A slow, steady stream of seed continued to pour from him, coating the pony’s groin. The bed below them was a damn disaster. Gallus shifted to one side and leaned down. He lapped at the semi-soft sides of Sandbar’s dick, swallowing stallion jizz until the shaft was clean. Sandbar moaned and rubbed a hoof along the griffon’s back. When Gallus was done, he turned around and lay on top of the pony’s chest and nuzzled the side of his boyfriend’s face.

“That was incredible,” Sandbar said. “I’m so lucky to have you as a boyfriend.”

Gallus felt a warm, suffuse glow fill his insides. Maybe it was the alcohol finally catching up to him. Or the leftover semen his pony had just filled him with. But more likely, he figured, it was just pure happiness. “I love you, Sandbar.” Gallus said it without hesitation, without worry.

The pony planted a small kiss on the side of his beak. “I love you, too.”

This, the griffon thought, was the finest way he had ever ended a day.

The two kissed softly, almost lazily, as they lay together in the afterglow of their orgasms.