Involuntary Voyeur

Gallus woke with a yawn. He stretched, thrilling in the feel of his muscles pulling taut from his legs to his torso. Stormy skies, he swore to himself, he had slept so well after finally getting a chance to get off again. Despite some early misgivings, the griffon really liked his pony roommate, but he had never thought about the privileges he would be giving up by sharing his living space. He hadn’t had this little private time since he was a fledgling, and a griffon had needs. Though, he admitted to himself, his load had been way larger than usual. Maybe there was something to the whole patience thing Professor Fluttershy kept teaching. He chuckled thinking about how the shy, yellow pony would react if he told her how, exactly, he had just interpreted that lesson.

A rapid shuffling sound from the other side of the room drew his attention. He hopped up out of bed and watched as Sandbar crumpled his bedding into a large ball. The sea-foam green pony hefted the sheets onto his shoulder and turned around.

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

“Hey, Sandbar. You doing laundry this early?” The pony’s mane was a total mess. Well, it was usually a mess, but this was especially wild. “Whoa!” Gallus said, twisting his head to the side, “bedhead to the max, today, huh?”

“Oh, y-yeah, haha” the pony laughed nervously, “I just, you know, didn’t, uh, sleep? Well? Very, uh. 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. Something was up with the pony. He was the worst liar in the school, and that was saying something since he’d discovered most ponies were pretty bad at lying. Sandbar wouldn’t have lasted a minute in Griffonstone. “I dunno, it kinda always feels warm to me here.”

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

Gallus laughed. Maybe ponies sweated a lot more than griffons? “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. The griffon sniffed surreptitiously at the passing bundle. His eyes went wide as the pony rushed out into the hallway. Those sheets had reeked of spunk. He felt himself getting hard and pushed the door shut. When had Sandbar even had time to get off? Gallus was sure he would’ve noticed if his roommate’s sheets had been that funky the night before. So when, in the middle of the night? Gallus grimaced and felt a slight blush warming his face. Oh, downpour, he thought, had he woken him up by beating off? Oh crap, was Sandbar into him? His dick jumped as he felt his erection grow. Oh double crap, was he into Sandbar?

“I mean, no way,” he said to no one in particular. “No way, right?”

He put a claw on his shaft and sat his haunches down on his bed.

“He’s a pony,” he said. “With their weird hoof things, and their weird hair, and their weird, mushy friendships.” One talon slowly shifted downward, teasing at his unretracted sheath. Gilda had said something about how most of them had enormous dicks, though.

“It’s not like I’ve never seen a big dick before.” Huge, he could hear Gilda saying, some nearly as long as your tail. That had to have been an exaggeration. “There’s no way that’s real, right?” But Gilda had gone to that pony flight school. His talons tickled the skin of his sheath, and he felt himself getting harder.

“Still,” he considered out loud, “This school is all about making friendships.” His claw returned to the tip of his shaft, where Gallus was surprised to encounter a sticky glob of wetness. A good beak job had always worked to make other griffons friendly, at least for a few days. Could he even swallow a pony’s cock if it wound up being as big as Gilda said? Gallus felt his cock twitch, and felt the skin of his sheath begin retracting over the swelling flesh at the base of his cock. “With the wind at my back, maybe I’ll get to find out.”

His claw started pumping on his sensitive flesh. He rolled his eyes in pleasure as he squeezed down on his knot, which had now become the epicenter of excitement since it had been freed from its furry prison.

He shifted back leaning back against his wings. He reached his right claw under his leg and extended a single talon. He moved it in a slow circle, teasing his tailhole. Imagine having an enormous cock down there.

His left claw was getting slick from precum, and he found himself panting. He pushed the probing talon on his right claw inward, forcefully, ignoring the bright moment of pain. He rooted around with his talon for a moment before finding his prostate, at what felt like the base of his incredibly swollen shaft, just below his knot.

He was close, his knot was throbbing, his talon was probing, everything was light and sound and…

What if Sandbar really was jerking off to you?

What if you helped him out next time?

“Fuuuck,” the griffon moaned. Make a mess of your own sheets next time, with Sandbar’s enormous cock filling you up, and thrusting into you, and pulling out as he cums to spray you right in the face and-

Gallus came. Hard. His eyes were screwed shut, but he felt the wet splash of cum against his chest. He imagined it was Sandbar’s seed, the pony shooting his load, making a mess of him. He squeezed down tightly on his knot, the intensity of the feeling bordering on pain, and twitched his hips upward, in time with the rhythmic clenching of his loins.

After a few moments, it was over. Gallus pried his eyes open and inspected the damage, a grin splitting his beak wide. His creamy white stomach fur was thoroughly covered in sticky, white fluid.

“Not. Bad.” He panted. “Not top ten, maybe, but pretty awesome anyway.”