Involuntary Voyeur

Sandbar stirred, blinking his eyes open in the morning sun. He shifted over and winced at the crusty feel in his sheets. His mind quickly connected the crunchy texture to the cause. He sat up in a panic, his heart racing as he glanced over at Gallus’ bed. There was a large lump hidden under a drab gray blanket, a few blue and yellow feathers peeking out near the pillow. Sandbar blew out a heavy breath and tried to calm himself. Thank Celestia his roommate was a late sleeper; he had time to hide the evidence. He surveyed the damage as he stood up out of bed quietly. He was not at all surprised that the entire left side of the bed was a mess, but he was impressed at just how thoroughly he had stained the upper portion of the bed, including his pillow. He felt himself getting hard remembered how hard he had come.

Not now.

He shook his head after scolding himself and yanked at the foot of the sheets with one hoof. He rolled them up and over the majority of the mess, and then picked up his pillow. He shook the pillow out of the filthy pillowcase and tossed it onto the mattress.

A yawn, that sounded somewhere between a screech and a purr, made Sandbar’s blood go cold. He tossed the pillow case into the dirty pile and frantically tugged at the top of the sheets, trying to get everything bundled up before his roommate could see. He tried to keep the especially funky parts stuffed inside the cleaner areas. He hauled the entire mound of dirty sheets onto his shoulder with one hoof and turned around to see Gallus giving him an inquisitive look.

“Oh!” the earth pony said, “Gallus! G-good morning!”

The griffon glanced away from the laundry. “Hey, Sandbar. You doing laundry this early?” Something above the earth pony caught his eye. “Whoa!” he said, twisting his head to the side, “bedhead to the max, today, huh?”

Oh Light, his mane. Had he gotten cum in his hair, too?

“Oh, y-yeah, haha” he laughed nervously, “I just, you know, didn’t, uh, sleep? Well? Very, uh,” he gulped, lost in his own incoherence. “I-i-i-it’s, uh, just been s-s-so warm, you know?” He forced his mouth shut to keep his teeth from chattering.

“Has it?” The griffon asked. He shrugged. “I dunno, it kinda always feels warm to me here.”

“Hmm. Well, uh, j-just kinda sweaty night.”

Gallus laughed. “Gross, dude.” He waved a claw, motioning the earth pony out towards the door. “Go get that cleaned up then. Just don’t be late for Professor Applejack’s class. You know how she hates tardiness.”

Sandbar nodded vigorously and shuffled quickly past his friend, careful to keep the pile of bedding on his shoulder. Once he was safely in the hall, he hurried off to the laundry room. Thankfully, he found the laundry room empty, and quickly stuffed his bedding into the nearest machine. He tossed in the supplied soap and closed the door. He heaved a deep sigh of relief. He knew logically it had only been a few hours, but it was like letting go of a deep, dark secret.

“BEST OF MORNINGS, SANDBAR!”

Sandbar jumped. Once his heart slowed and the panic ceased he greeted his classmate. “Hey, Yona. What makes this the best of mornings?”

“Today yak wash ceremonial yak shawl. Pony washing tool is very efficient. Almost as good as yak washers.” She paused, considering, “What are you washing? Yak has never seen you wear clothing.”

Sandbar whinnied nervously. “Oh, you know, just bedding. Just trying to stay fresh.”

Youna frowned. “How is bedding not fresh? Yak saw you wash bedding a few days ago.”

“NO REASON!” He yelled louder than he had anticipated.

Yona took the yelling in stride. Sandbar was suddenly glad it was Yona he was talking with and not a pony. She didn’t seem to notice anything off about another creature yelling at her.

“Ah. Pony bedding soft and weak. Gets dirty easily.”

“Uh huh. Yes,” Sandbar agreed enthusiastically, “totally. Not any other reason. No reason to ask why it’s so dirty.”

Yona nodded. Then she eyed him skeptically. “Have yak, err, you,” she corrected herself, “bathed today? Your mane is wilder than normal.”

“GOING NOW!” He yelled as he sped off towards the showers.

Sandbar looked around the miniature barn Professor Applejack had built for her classroom. For having just reminded him about not being late, Gallus was sure pushing it to the last minute. The large bell in the bell tower rang, and the griffon’s seat was still empty. The professor looked up from her desk and frowned at the empty chair. “Anypony, uh, that is, anyone seen Gallus today?” Sandbar raised a hoof. “That’s right,” Applejack nodded, “you’re his roomie now, huh? Was he feelin’ okay?”

“Seemed like it,” Sandbar offered.

“Well, he’s gonna miss a heck of a lesson, let me tell ya what.”

Sandbar wondered curiously where his friend was.