Involuntary Voyeur

Gallus woke up with something heavy on his chest. He almost panicked, thinking he was being attacked, before he opened his eyes and saw the green hoof draped around his torso. He craned his head backward and saw the sleeping pony’s face. He was smiling in his sleep. Sandbar was cute, Gallus decided, not just for a pony, but for anyone. The griffon flushed with pleasure as he recalled the pony asking him to stay in his bed with him after they had cleaned up. Gallus didn’t know if snuggling was a common pony thing, but it almost never happened with griffons. Once a griffon got off, they rarely stuck around for any reason. He hugged the dangling hoof tightly to his chest. Gallus had never even hoped to find someone so kind and sexy and friendly. He was so thankful he had taken the opportunity to come to this school.

The hoof he was hugging suddenly hugged him in return. Gallus could feel the pony behind him stretch and then felt a warm nose push into the back of his neck. Sandbar breathed in deeply. “Your feathers smell nice.”

Gallus had never been complimented on his feathers. He felt himself blushing and chided himself. Silly fledgling thing, getting flustered by someone being nice to him. “Thanks,” he replied simply.

“So, uh, thank you for last night.”

Gallus grinned. “I’d say it was my pleasure, but you seemed to get some pleasure from it too.”

“Ugh, hush, you’re making me hard again.” Gallus wiggled his rump, letting his tail lash on top of the pony’s side. “I—“ he started to speak but had to pause. He seemed to be choosing his words. “I’ve never been with another guy before. And I’m not really into stallions, but this-“

Gallus felt something fleshy poking him in the flank.

“This has been awesome. You’re a great griffon, Gallus. I’m glad we’re friends.”

Gallus frowned. “Friends?”

“Yeah,” Gallus said, stifling a yawn, “School of Friendship, good for friendships. Friendship is sexy.”

Gallus let the idea wash over him. He was definitely Sandbar’s friend. But he was Ocellus’ friend, too. And Smolder’s, and Silverstream’s, and Yona’s. But this feeling he felt with Sandbar. This was different. And not just because of the awesome sex.

“I was thinking more like ‘boyfriend.’”

Gallus felt the pony’s hoof go tense in his arms. “Uhhh.”

“I mean, whatever,” Gallus replied in best sarcastic voice, feeling his heart ache, “that was stupid. Who wants to be all mushy, right?” He was not going to let some stupid pony make him cry. Especially while he was in his stupid bed.

“Hey, no,” Sandbar replied, tightening the hug again. “Don’t be like that. I just— it’s a lot to take in, you know?”

“Tell me about it,” Gallus deadpanned. “I just fooled around with a pony.”

“Boyfriend. Boyfriend.” Gallus felt Sandbar shiver. The griffon tightened his arms around the green hoof. “My boyfriend.” The cold, tight feeling in Gallus’ chest thawed when the pony used the possessive. Sandbar fell quiet for a moment. “My boyfriend the griffon.” He chuckled. “That’s something you don’t hear a lot.”

“I’ve been saying it for years,” Gallus replied. “Of course,” he admitted, “most of those guys I could’ve said that about wouldn’t have liked the term any better.”

Sandbar shifted and Gallus felt a fleshy staff brush past his tail. “So you’ve been with other guys before?”

“Oh yeah,” Gallus replied. “I’m totally gay. That’s why Gilda and I got along so well—no chance I was trying to steal the girls she was after.” The griffon smiled sadly. “I’m pretty sure that’s why they chose me for this school in the first place. Get the gay griffon out of the roost.”

“Wait,” Sandbar said, “You said you’ve been with other guys before, so you can’t be the only gay griffon in Griffonstone, right?”

Gallus scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Plenty of guys will take a beak job, no questions asked.”

Gallus felt Sandbar’s staff poking his flank again.

“Is that my boyfriend poking around back there, or just a curious friend?”

Gallus rolled over, letting go of the pony’s hoof, so he could look Sandbar in the eye. The earth pony bit his lip and stared at Gallus. “To heck with it,” Sandbar said, finally. “You’re my boyfriend.”

Gallus kissed him. Beak and mouth lined up awkwardly, but the gentle pushing and licking by both parties more than made up for any discomfort, at least in Gallus’ eyes.