Sandbar leaned forward, pushing his hips down, forcing his cock into Gallus. Light, it felt so good to rut his griffon. They were alone in the dark. Gallus moaned loudly and Sandbar pushed deeper, until he felt his groin connect with the griffon’s furry rear.

“Oh yeah,” the griffon said, “oh yeah.”

“Oh yeah!” Sandbar echoed. He pulled back gradually before slamming forward again. His shaft gripped tightly by the griffon’s insides.

“This feels so good,” he whimpered.

“This feels so good,” Gallus replied.

Sandbar pulled back again, nearly all the way out. He leaned his head to the side, getting a clear look at his cock. It looked massive as it pressed into the griffon’s hole. He felt blood surge into this shaft. His cock got even bigger. So hot. It throbbed insistently, his ring swelling and the whole structure of the shaft expanded.

“Oh, it’s-“ Gallus began.

“-so big!” Sandbar said, completing the thought.

He shoved the massive, swollen organ forward. The griffon took it with ease, despite its impossibly large, almost comic size.

He towered over Gallus, his enormous, throbbing cock pushing into the griffon’s tight interior. He flipped the griffon over with one hoof, without even slowing his thrusts. The blue griffon moaned and pushed down into Sandbar, his knotted shaft leaking fluid into the cream-colored portion of his fur. Fucking Gallus was so hot, thought Sandbar. He was close. He felt his heart race, and his face flush, and his cock throb, and he was almost, almost, fucking almost… Oh Light, he was there, he was there.

“There you are, Sandbar!” The green earth pony froze in shock at hearing the familiar voice. He looked up and saw his mother standing beside him. “Is this your marefriend?!” she asked.

Sandbar screeched and jumped back, pulling his huge member out of Gallus with a monstrous squelching sound. He felt his insides clench—his balls from sudden denial of release and his stomach in fear. “MOM!” He yelled, trying in vain to cover his huge, throbbing erection. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

“That’s no way to finish,” his dad’s voice chimed in. Sandbar turned incredulously to see that he was in his parent’s living room. A fire blazed in the hearth and his parents were sitting on the couch, looking at him. “You didn’t even cum!” Beachcomber chastised his son.

Sandbar move his hooves in a vain attempt to cover himself, which he found impossible, as his overgrown appendage poked out in every direction from his protective hooves. “Dad? What are you doing here?”

His father stepped forward and scoffed. “Being consistently disappointed in my offspring, for starters.” The older stallion glared down at him from above. “Not only do you bring a griffon home, but you can’t even fuck him right?”

“Oh, I get it,” an annoyed Gallus said from his prone position. His cock danced and continued leaking precum. “I’m not good enough to fuck in front of your parents.”

“I-” Sandbar replied hazily. “What? No!” His erection was slipping away and his guts churned in worry. Gallus hated him now, he was sure of it. He knew it as an absolute certainty.

His mother shuddered in disgust. “You’ve got cum all over your face.”

Oh Tartarus, Sandbar realized with a start that he did. He didn’t even remembered sucking Gallus off that evening. He tried to wipe the seed away with a hoof, but it just smeared around until his entire muzzle was a creamy mess. He felt tears forming in his eyes.

Gallus, still laying with his rear presented, turned his head and rolled his eyes. “Ugh, you suck at this. I should have known better than to date a pony.”

Sandbar felt his heart shatter, and he started sobbing in shame.

His parents suddenly turned into timberwolves. The snarling creatures glowered at Sandbar, and before he could even raise his hooves in defense, they leapt at him, their wooden teeth bared. The green pony screamed and tried to roll away from the attack.

A brilliant blast of cyan magic shredded the timberwolves mid leap.

“Our apologies for interrupting,” a regal voice proclaimed, “but it appears you needed our help.”

Sandbar gaped at the midnight-colored mare before him. “Princess Luna?!”

“Indeed,” she smiled kindly.

Your face!

Oh Light, he was meeting one of the two most powerful ponies in Equestria with griffon semen smeared all over his face.

And your dick!

Sandbar felt like crawling into a hole and dying. His grotesquely-swollen member dragged along the ground, seeping fluid.

Luna gave a sad smile. “Here, let us take care of the dream disfigurement.” Her horn lit and a brief wave of magic surrounded the green pony. In a flash, he was clean and he and Princess Luna were alone.

“So this is all a dream?” Sandbar said.

The tall, dark alicorn nodded her head.

Sandbar blew out a relieved breath and nearly thanked Celestia, until he realized that maybe a little additional deference to her sister was in order. “Thank the stars!” he said instead.

“You are welcome, young one. Now, I apologize if this is presumptuous, but I expect you would like to continue your dream from earlier, minus the abhorrent nightmare?”

Sandbar blushed. Princess Luna must have seen him fucking Gallus. “Y-yeah,” he conceded in embarrassment. “Can you do that?” he asked in wonder.

Princess Luna spread her wings wide and pronounced in a loud voice: “I am the Guardian of the Night, the Protector of Sleep!” she lowered her voice to normal and winked, “Champion of the Wet Dream. Yes, my little pony, I can certainly ‘do that.’” Her horn lit up and wiped away the scenery, until only a large, luxurious bed remained in a dark space. “Now, let us see if I can even do one better.” Her magic reached up and somehow twisted, vanishing from sight. She stood there, completely still except the residual magic that fluttered around her long horn. After a moment she grinned. “Ah, there you are!” Sandbar shielded his eyes as a bright flash of white-blue magic surrounded the bed. He blinked until his vision returned and he saw a blue shape sitting on the sheets.

“Aww,” Gallus complained, “dang it, that was just a dream? Wait,” he said, his head swiveling around and seeing Sandbar, “am I still dreaming?”

Sandbar realized that Luna had somehow vanished along with the flash of light, but her voice carried on the air to him, sounding like she was a long distance away. “You two have fun.” Sandbar blushed at her impish tone, especially given the implication that that was somehow the real Gallus. He took a nervous step forward. On the one hoof, he was pretty sure Princess Luna was still watching somehow, and that seemed incredibly awkward. On the other hoof, they could do anything in a dream. Anything.

“That,” Gallus said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “was the most epic thing ever.” He made a face at the sticky bedsheets between them. “You remember it too, right?”

Sandbar yawned and nodded. “It was a shared dream.”

“I don’t know how it happened, but I want to do that again. How many times did you cum?”

Sandbar blushed fiercely. “I lost track.”

“It was least 8,” Gallus answered his own question. “How did that even happen?” he asked.

Sandbar laughed nervously. “I had a nightmare,” he began.

Gallus laughed, cutting the pony off. “None of that seemed like a nightmare to me.”

Sandbar shook his head. “No, before.” He sighed. “It was about you meeting my parents.”

“Oh,” the griffon replied sadly.

“And Princess Luna came and saved the dream. And then she somehow found you and pulled you in.”

“You ponies are weird,” Gallus said. “But sometimes that works out okay.” Neither griffon nor pony spoke for several moments. “Today’s the day, huh?” Gallus asked nervously.

“Yeah,” Sandbar said quietly. He leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend.

Gallus lashed his tail anxiously. He hated being nervous. Especially about silly things like this. It was a dinner. What was scary about food? Nothing! So was he scared of some middle-aged ponies? He huffed in amusement. Hardly. So, that was that, nothing to be worried about. He noticed he was pacing and forced his legs to stay still. He awkwardly adjusted the collar and bow tie. He felt ridiculous, but Sandbar had said he looked nice in it.

He looked over at his boyfriend, who sat in front of the mirror making minute adjustments to his own clothes; the stallion had donned a dark collar with a long, thin white tie that was striped with dark gray diagonal slashes. He had even made an attempt at grooming his usually-wild mane. He looked exceptionally handsome. Gallus smiled and then stepped forward and planted a kiss just in front of his ear. “You look great.”

“Th-th-thanks,” Sandbar replied nervously. “You do, too,” he said with a smile, letting his gaze work slowly down the griffon’s form.

Gallus felt a warm glow but brushed off the compliment. “Yeah, yeah, I always look good.”

“That’s one of the many reasons I love you,” Sandbar said.

Gallus blushed. Damn pony. He gave him a playful push. “You almost ready?”

The pony whined quietly. “Yeah?” Gallus lay a claw on his pony’s shoulder. “Yeah.” He swallowed and shook his head. “I wish I could be as calm as you about this.”

Gallus frowned. “Yeah. Totally. I’m totally calm.” He felt his tail start to lash again in agitation but willed it to stillness. “Not worried at all.” Sandbar kissed him on the beak. Sandbar stood up and walked towards the door. Gallus clenched his claws into the floor a few times. He was not worried.

The two were out near the outskirts of Ponyville; just a few little houses and cottages lay on either side of the road that led off to the South. One of them was the house where Sandbar had grown up.

Gallus tossed the bottle of wine from claw to claw. He was not nervous, he told himself. “Are you sure about this?”

Sandbar stopped and put a hoof against the griffon’s chest. “I’m terrified.” He shivered visibly. “This is literally the scariest thing I’ve ever done.” He darted forward and gave Gallus the smallest kiss on his beak. “But I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He pointed down one small path that led to a small house. The chimney was pouring out smoke. “Here we are.”

Gallus blushed and swallowed deeply. He might be the tiniest bit nervous, he allowed.

He followed Sandbar down the path. He found his stomach flipping around as if he’d combined an aileron roll with a deep nose dive. They reached the house, and they stepped up onto the small porch in front of the door. Sandbar stared at the door. Gallus stared at Sandbar. Neither moved.

Gallus lay a claw on his pony’s shoulder and took several deep, calming breaths. Not, he told himself, that he needed them. “I love you,” he said.

Sandbar nodded several times, but otherwise stayed still. After a long pause, he raised his hoof and knocked on the door.

Gallus flinched, despite himself. A few seconds passed. Maybe they weren’t home. Maybe he could just sneak off to the dorm and go back to fucking his boyfriend without needing anyone else’s approval.

The door opened and it took every ounce of determination for Gallus to keep himself grounded.

“Sandbar, dear!” a yellow mare exclaimed. High Tide, Gallus reminded himself. Gallus noted that she bore more than a passing resemblance to Professor Fluttershy, with her pink hair and fair yellow coat, and he momentarily wondered if they were related. “I’m so glad you could make it to dinner!” Her gaze turned toward Gallus and the world froze.

No one moved, no one spoke.

“This is your…?”

“Mom,” Sandbar said, his voice squeaking. He cleared his throat violently. “Mom, this is Gallus.”

Gallus stuck his chest forward and put on his best badass face. He reached a claw forward. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Tide.”

The yellow pony blinked rapidly and offered her hoof mechanically. “Right. Yes. Okay. Right. Gallus. Yes.”

Gallus shook her hoof warmly and offered up the bottle of wine he had in his wings. The older mare took the bottle and very intently examined the label.

No one spoke for several moments. Gallus thought he saw Sandbar shaking.

“Right. Yes. Come inside, please.” High Tide turned into the house. “Beachcomber!” she yelled, “Sandbar is here! With. Well.” She shook her head. “I… need to go pick up your sister,” she said, talking to Sandbar, “your father will be right out.”

She set the wine bottle on a small table in the front hall and then trotted off away from the house, studiously avoiding looking at her son or his accompanying griffon.

Gallus swallowed past a lump in his throat and put a claw on his pony, who looked shaken.

“I love you,” Gallus whispered. It seemed the weakest, most impotent thing he could say at the moment. But it was all he had.

Sandbar smiled suddenly and gathered the griffon in a crushing hug. “I love you too. No matter what happens tonight, I have you.”

Gallus fought back tears. He was not going to cry.

It was of course that moment when an older earth pony stallion entered their view. “Oh! Ohhh,” he said. Gallus stepped away from Sandbar, and Sandbar’s father cleared his throat. “My. Well, I’m sorry for interrupting. You must be Sandbar’s… Uh...”

“Boyfriend,” Gallus said with feigned confidence. “Name’s Gallus.”

The older pony’s eyes went wide for a fraction of a second. “Well!” His eyes darted to a blushing Sandbar and back to Gallus. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gallus.” He offered a hoof, and Gallus shook it with a claw.

“I see you’ve developed a flair for drama,” he chided Sandbar, who blushed deeply. “Nopony tells old Beachcomber anything these days.” He gestured inside the house. “Please, come inside, both of you. Dinner is almost ready.”

Gallus followed Sandbar inside. A fire was ablaze in the hearth, spreading a pleasant warmth through the living room. Sandbar climbed atop a small, purple loveseat, and Gallus took the cushion beside him. Beachcomber followed them in and placed a hoof on Sandbar’s head. “You’re going to kill your Mom with these surprises, Sandbar.” He said it fondly but with a serious note. Gallus assumed this was the sort of fatherly comment he had missed out on, growing up alone.

“Sorry, Dad,” Sandbar said in a regretful tone.

The older earth pony rolled his eyes. “What’s done is done, boy-o. I’m gonna go make sure the soup doesn’t burn.”

Sandbar’s demeanor suddenly shifted from worried to amused. “You would never burn your barley soup,” he said with utmost seriousness.

“It’d be a first,” Beachcomber said lightly, “but then, so is you bringing home a griffon.” He turned to address Gallus. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Gallus replied.

“Dinner won’t be ready for another twenty minutes, and your mom won’t be back with your sister for at least fifteen” Beachcomber said to his son. “Why don’t you show Gallus your old room while I finish in the kitchen?” The older earth pony winked at the griffon. “You’ll never see a larger collection of Equestrian Knights merch.”

“Dad!” Sandbar protested.

“What?” his father said. “You loved those movies.”

“When I was ten!”

“And yet the posters stayed up.” Sandbar blushed and pulled Gallus towards a staircase near the front of the house. “I’ll be down here if you need anything.”

The older stallion wandered back towards the open kitchen. “Your dad at least seems nice,” Gallus noted.

Sandbar nodded. “He… took that better than I would have expected.”

Sandbar led his boyfriend up the stairs past small portraits of his family. It was strange, coming home after being away. He had only moved out a few months ago, but it felt almost like a different lifetime. Every other step, the wooden stairs groaned and creaked loudly. That was familiar, at least.

He topped the last stair and turned to his right, facing the door to his bedroom. Sandbar had flashbacks to daydreams about bringing fillies to his room. He blushed. “R-right this way.” He led Gallus past a bathroom and then turned the handle and pushed his way in to his old bedroom. His room was virtually untouched—an archaeological relic of another age. Inside was a small, neatly made bed, a small desk by the window, and a few floating shelves covered in small ceramic figurines of sea creatures. The walls were covered in Equestrian Knights heroes striking powerful poses. A few Wonderbolts posters here and there broke up the otherwise wall-to-wall superhero montage. The slender bed lay against one wall, and the small desk looked out the large window that dominated the exterior wall of the room. Gallus’ gaze swept over the room as he entered. “Your dad wasn’t kidding,” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah,” Sandbar said, a slight blush warming his cheeks. The griffon turned his eyes to the bed.

“It’s so neat in here,” Gallus said.

Sandbar laughed. “Yeah, because I don’t live here anymore.”

Gallus scoffed. “Come on, I’ve seen your side of our room. You’ve always got things organized.” He flapped his wings and landed on the bed.

Sandbar swallowed. Seeing his boyfriend on the bed he had used as a colt gave him a thrill. He had grown into a stallion there, exploring his changing body. He had a lot of memories and fantasies linked with that bed. He stepped forward and kissed Gallus on the beak.

“I’ve got an idea how we could kill fifteen minutes,” the griffon said mischievously.

Sandbar felt the stirring of an erection. “You’re joking.”

Gallus grinned. “You’re telling me you don’t want your boyfriend to suck you off in your old room?”

Sandbar was getting hard.

Light, how many times have you jerked off here, fantasizing about something just like this?

He had come of age in that bed. Touching himself before even knowing about sex. Rubbing his flare, making himself cum for the first time. Humping a pillow, pretending it was a cute filly. So many nights, excited but alone.

And now his sexy, athletic griffon was sitting on that bed, asking to have sex with him. Sandbar felt like a teenage colt again. He sat down on the bed, leaning back against the small headboard.

Gallus chuckled lightly, drawing one talon lazily down the pony’s expanding shaft. “All these beefcake muscle stallions on your walls,” he said, glancing at the nearest poster, “and you’re telling me you never once imagined being with another male?”

Sandbar blushed. “No!”

Gallus snorted, exchanging a single talon for a full claw. He gently massaged the excited pony. “You never had any fantasies about them?” He pointed at a large earth pony whose mane bore a passing resemblance to Sandbar’s usually wild coif.

Sandbar shook his head. “No, really.” He shivered as Gallus’ claw rubbed past his medial ring. “I mean, I imagined being them, sometimes.” The griffon cupped his balls, making him moan.

Oh no.

“Yeah?” Gallus asked with a smirk.

Sandbar realized the truth. He groaned, and not just from the way Gallus tickled a talon along the underside of his orbs. “I’d imagine them being intimate. What their cocks were like.” His own shaft twitched. “If they were thick or small or really hung.” Gallus reached up with his other claw and gently rubbed the skin just below Sandbar’s crowned head. “Ooh. I’d imagine them cumming, harder than I ever did.”

“Gaaay,” Gallus teased before lowering his beak and softly licking the tip of Sandbar’s penis.

Sandbar blushed and grunted. “Says the griff with his beak on my cock.” Gallus gave him a dirty look. “I didn’t say stop!”

Gallus complied, and Sandbar whinnied in excitement. He had done things with Gallus that were way more exciting than even the wildest of his teenage fantasies. And now his griffon was in his bed, sucking his dick where he’d learned about his body, and somehow that was even more erotic than ever. He felt blood surging into his staff.

If he could just tell his teenage self how good it was going to get.

Gallus’ thin tongue snaked down and the tightness of his mouth clenched the flared flesh.

Sandbar remembered coming home from the winter ball alone, and jerking off in frustration. He remembered the way Gallus had straddled him the first time he had fucked him in the dorm. He remembered getting off five times in an evening after his first kiss with Marigold, until he had rubbed his staff nearly raw. He thought about his griffon putting a talon in his tail hole.

Gallus dove forward, swallowing Sandbar’s dark shaft down past the ring. Fuck. He was getting close.

He remembered waking up in wet sheets after a particularly vivid dream about his mom’s friend from Baltimare. He thought about splattering his sheets after jerking off in his dorm when he overheard Gallus masturbating.

Gallus moaned, the vibration tingling down into Sandbar’s groin.

His balls shifted upward.

Jerking off thinking about a mating clip in a nature documentary about dolphins. Jerking off with Gallus’ knotted dick against yours, cumming on yours. Cumming as a colt, cock shoved into a towel. Cumming in Gallus, as the blue griffon fluttered over you, showering you with cum.

“Oh L-light, Gallus.” The griffon sped up his ministrations, moving his beak up and down.

Sandbar inched toward climax, the sights and sounds and tastes of a thousand orgasms replaying in his mind. Old laced with new as one inextricably-linked experience.

He bit a hoof to keep from crying out as he came. Gallus moaned happily, working his beak around the pony’s shaft. Small tendrils of cum escaped and leaked down Sandbar’s cock. The earth pony’s innards clenched again, again, again, unleashing a torrent of stallion seed into the waiting mouth. Sandbar pulled his hoof away from his mouth, finally trusting himself not to scream in ecstasy. Gallus leaned back, pulling his head up and off the pony. One claw cupped the edge of his beak, wiping up the small, escaping white strands. He made a show of swallowing, and a large grin split his beak. “Got it all that time.”

“Holy fuck, Gallus, that was so hot.”

“So pretty good?”

“You’re the best.”

The griffon beamed. “At a lot of things, yeah. I think you’re a better cocksucker, though.” He sat upright, revealing a leaking, tapered tip. “Prove me right?”

A door banged open down the stairs.

“Fuck!” Gallus swore softly. “I’m gonna have to save it til later, aren’t I?”

Sandbar blushed and nodded sympathetically.

Gallus was actually glad he hadn’t had time to get off. As it was, he was barely able to get himself back into his sheath before he and Sandbar headed downstairs for dinner.

As they re-entered the living room, a small, mint green pony wandered in from the kitchen. She slowly approached Gallus and tugged on one wing. “Pretty wings!” she exclaimed.

Sandbar laughed and scooped up the foal. “Gentle, Coral, those are real wings, not like on your doll.” He smiled broadly and turned the younger pony to face Gallus. “Gallus, this is my sister, Coral Currents.”

Gallus felt completely out of his element. Kindness, he reminded himself, glad suddenly he had paid at least some attention in Professor Fluttershy’s manners lessons. He extended one claw slowly. “I’m Gallus.”

“Gallus is my boyfriend,” Sandbar explained. Gallus was not going to cry.

“Gal-lus,” the younger pony repeated. “Pretty name!” She suddenly turned to her brother. “We’re having soup! Is the birdy staying for soup?”

Sandbar laughed. “Yes, Coral.” He set the filly down gently, “now go wash up.” The green filly ran off to the wash room.

Gallus hugged his pony.

Four ponies and a griffon sat at a rectangular table in a small room just off the other side of the kitchen. Sandbar couldn’t help but notice that his mother seemed on edge, and that that was making his father uncomfortable. His father walked around the table, distributing spicy-smelling soup in thin ceramic bowls. His mother popped the cork out of the wine bottle and gave it a subtle sniff. Gallus leaned forward and smelled the soup and gave an approving nod.

Beachcomber sat down across from Gallus, and High Tide slid a glass of wine to him past Coral Currents. She then passed two glasses to Sandbar. He passed one over to his boyfriend. Gallus took a sip of the soup, and his eyes went wide immediately. “Wow!” He took another large drink, tipping the bowl carefully into his beak. “Dang, that is really, really good.”

Beachcomber smiled warmly at the griffon. “I bet you say that to all your dates’ parents.” High Tide took a big gulp of wine.

“No way,” Gallus said, “this is really great! Besides, all my previous boyfriends’ families never invited me to dinner.” High Tide made a strangled sound. Sandbar took a quick drink from his own glass. The wine was good, as far as he could tell. It did nothing to relieve his tension though. Maybe another sip.

“So,” Beachcomber said, addressing Sandbar, “when did you decide you were gay?”

“Oof,” Sandbar replied with a grimace. He downed his entire glass in one swallow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” his father said kindly, “is that rude? I don’t know how all this works. But you’ve always made goo-goo eyes at any eligible mare who crossed your sight-line, and now,” he glanced over at Gallus.

“Yeah,” Gallus said dryly, “I’m not a mare.”

“Mare!” Coral chimed in from her booster seat.

“No kidding,” Beachcomber said with a laugh. High Tide tipped her glass back until it was empty. She poured herself another.

Sandbar fidgeted nervously in his chair. He touched the feather hanging around his neck and looked at Gallus. “I dunno, it just sort of… happened?”

“So just *poof* and you’re gay?” His mother asked sarcastically.

“Well, no, I mean-“

“You really want the specifics?” Gallus said, rolling his eyes.

The older ponies stared at the griffon silently. Sandbar laughed nervously. “Y-you know, just to be totally clear, I’m not gay,” he said quietly. Gallus shot him a shocked look. “I’m pretty sure I’m,” he gulped, swallowing past a lump in his throat, “bisexual.”

His mother downed the fresh glass of wine.

“Oh,” Beachcomber said, stroking his chin with a hoof. “Ohhh!” He nodded to himself.

“So you still like mares?” High Tide asked, an intent look in her eyes.

“Y-yeah,” Sandbar admitted. He reached out with one hoof and touched Gallus’ arm. “But I love Gallus.”

High Tide stood up on shaky legs. “Excuse me,” she said, and galloped from the room.

Sandbar felt the blood drain from his face. Gallus reached a claw over and squeezed the hoof that was resting on his arm.

Beachcomber sighed. “I’m sorry about your mom. She just…” he shrugged, “she wasn’t expecting this.” He sighed again. “Unlike your auntie Orca. I owe her twenty bits now.” Gallus chortled, to Sandbar’s horror.

“You… you made a bet about my sexuality?”

“Oh, crud,” the older stallion muttered. “That was probably rude too. Sweet Celestia, I’m bad at this.”

Sandbar gaped.

“I’m sorry,” Beachcomber said. He sounded genuine.

“Sorry sorry sorry,” Coral Currents mimicked in sing-song.

“But you know I love you no matter what, and that includes you bringing whoever you want home, male griffon or otherwise.” He reached a hoof across the table and patted Sandbar’s shoulder. He then turned and addressed Gallus. “You love this irritating pony too?”

The griffon’s cheeks turned an unnatural shade of red. “Yeah.”

“Good enough for me,” Beachcomber said merrily. “Now enough chit-chat. Soup’s getting cold.”

“Cheers to that,” Gallus said with a smile.

Sandbar took another sip of wine.

Sandbar was a few hairs past tipsy by the time they finished dinner. Beachcomber walked Sandbar and Gallus to the door. He laid a hoof on Sandbar’s back. “Give your Mom some time. I’m sure she’ll come around.”

“I hope so,” Sandbar said sadly.

“She will,” his father said confidently. “She loves you, just like I do.” He smiled at his son. “I love you, Sandbar.”

“I love you too, Dad.” He gave the older stallion a huge hug.

Beachcomber turned to Gallus and gathered the griffon in a hug. Gallus’ wings went stiff and his crest feathers peaked. “You!” the stallion said sternly, “you do right by my boy, you understand?”

Gallus nodded slowly. “Yes, sir.”

The older stallion nodded to himself. He turned back to Sandbar and whispered loudly. “I like this one, Sandbar, he likes my soup. Don’t scare him off.”

Sandbar blushed. “I’ll try. Thanks, Dad.”

Beachcomber waved and shut the door. And with that, the first meeting was over. Sandbar breathed a sigh of relief. He was still devastated by his Mom’s reaction, but at least he knew his Dad supported him. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his back. Maybe some weight remained, but it was a good start. “Let’s go home, Gallus.”

“Uhh.”

“What?” He looked back at the stationary griffon. And blinked. Gallus’ crest feathers were glowing and emitting a faint musical tone. The light traveled from front to back along the longest feathers in his crest. Sandbar gaped.

Gallus pointed at the pony’s flank. “Your butt is glowing.”

Sandbar glanced backwards. His flank was flashing, his cutie mark radiating with light. “No WAY!” he said excitedly. “A friendship quest!!”

Gallus sighed. “There better be time for a blowjob. I’m still super horny from earlier.”

Sandbar laughed. “I’ll make it happen. Now come on!”

The green earth pony and blue griffon raced off towards the Castle of Friendship. Sandbar beamed with joy. He and Gallus had faced dinner with his parents; there was nothing in Equestria that could defeat them when they stood hoof-in-claw together.

(Postscript)

“Come on, it’ll be faster if you carry me!”

Gallus grinned in amusement. “The last time I tried that for more than a few seconds you nearly wiped out the entire foreign delegation.”

Sandbar scoffed. “Whatever, everyone was fine in the end.”

Gallus scooped up his pony and took to the sky. He loved the freedom flying afforded him, and loved carrying his boyfriend along, despite his outward protests. He winged up and away.

Sandbar’s lower back ground into his groin. Gallus couldn’t help but think of the last time he’d been in a similar position, his knot sliding into his pony.

“I feel that,” Sandbar said in an amused tone.

“Argh,” the griffon grunted. “It’s not my fault you left me with blue balls.” He continued flapping his wings, the cool air of the dark night sky flowing through his feathers.

“Put me down for a second,” Sandbar said. Gallus lowered them to the ground. Sandbar turned around, knelt on the grass, and flipped over on his back. It gave Gallus one of his favorite views of the underside of his stallion. “Okay, let’s go.”

Gallus blinked in confusion before realizing what the pony was doing. “Oooh, aren’t you naughty?”

“You’re a bad influence,” Sandbar said with a laugh.

Gallus reached down and lifted the pony up under his back legs. Sandbar’s upper half dangled free, and he used his hooves to grab the griffon’s rear. “Just don’t drop me.”

“I promise,” the griffon said with a smirk.

As they winged up into the sky, Sandbar leaned forward. His muzzle was pressed right up against the griffon’s pouch. The inverted pony gave the balls a slow lick with his broad tongue. Gallus shivered and concentrated on keeping altitude steady. Sandbar shifted his head and took the griffon’s quivering tip into his mouth.

Gallus moaned. He flapped his wings, driving them towards the large castle in the distance. It was hard to keep steady with the pony bobbing his head and neck. The slick tightness of the pony’s mouth massaged Gallus’ shaft. The griffon was so pent up from earlier—sucking his pony off in his old bedroom—that he wasn’t sure how long he would last. Not to mention the excitement of getting off while flying, which he hadn’t done since he was a fledgling.

Sandbar moaned, and Gallus whimpered. The tongue played along the ridged underside of the griffon’s staff, the pony’s lips closed around his knot. The pony’s breath so warm in contrast to the night air around them.

Sandbar nipped softly on Gallus’ knot. The griffon felt his shaft twitch and his balls clench. His boyfriend was learning how to push every one of his buttons. He wasn’t going to last long.

The pony twirled his tongue.

Fuck. Fuck.

Gallus thrust his hips forward, momentarily holding himself steady in the air. He was going to cum. He pounded his hips, relentlessly pushing his shaft into the back of the earth pony’s muzzle. He heard Sandbar moan.

Gallus erupted, feeling his shaft tense and erupt as his balls pumped round after round of cum into the pony’s waiting muzzle. It took every effort to keep from plummeting from the sky as his insides clenched and twisted and he fed the pony his seed. Gallus panted with the effort and the sheer joy of emptying his aching orbs.

Sandbar’s muzzle pulled free and the cold night air rushed in to chill Gallus’ exposed flesh. “Wow, that was even cooler than anything we did in the dream!” he said.

Gallus nodded in agreement.

“Uh,” the pony said, “can you put us down now? All the blood is rushing to my head.”

Gallus laughed and descended. A few moments later they landed in a small park just outside Ponyville Town Square. Sandbar flopped gracelessly out of the griffon’s arms and rolled onto the ground. He stood up and kissed Gallus. “Let’s go see how we become heroes,” he said with a grin.

Author's Note

And that’s all he wrote, folks. I hope you’ve enjoyed my little Sandbar & Gallus shipfic. This is the end of the story, much as I hate to see it end. I wrote this story for my own benefit—to tell the story I wanted to tell about my sexy boys. But seeing how many people from across the globe have liked, linked, and faved this story has been inspiring. My personal life is so full that I’ve had to sneak in time in to write late at night or during lunch breaks at work. I’ll keep writing, of course. I’ll even come back to Gallbar after a while, because these beautiful dorks deserve more sexy stories (and you all deserve the same). For now, farewell, and thank you again for reading. I appreciate you taking the time to read my story.