Sandbar lounged on the queen-sized bed, and waited half-patiently for Gallus to get out of the bathroom. He had considered it harrowing enough that they had managed to get in here together, and now he was taking his sweet time 'freshening up'; a pointless endeavor in Sandbar's mind, since they would probably, hopefully, be hot and sweaty when everything was said and done.

It didn't take him long to think that maybe Gallus had some kind of surprise in his saddlebags, and was getting it ready in the only place that was out of his sight in this room. But whatever it was, he didn't seem to be making a lot of noise. In fact, the entire room was a bit quiet; he didn't even hear crickets through the closed window. Not thinking about it for too long, he reached down into his saddlebags that he had dropped at the foot of the bed, and came out with a bottle of lubricant; something they would probably need tonight.

He heard a sparkling noise, and saw a white light shine from under the bathroom door out onto the hallway carpet. Now really intrigued, he sat up as several more moments passed in silence.

"Gallus? Everything okay in there?" Sandbar called towards the bathroom door. He was about to get up and check when the doorknob turned, and the bathroom door inched open. Sandbar didn't know what he expected to see, but when it was two cerulean-coated hooves instead of two golden talons, his mind began to seize up. Then came the rest, and it most certainly wasn't the griffon that had gone in there moments ago. Instead, it was a lean pegasus stallion.

It had only taken him a few moments to process what had just occurred, especially when he spotted Silverstream's necklace around his neck.

"G-Gallus?" He managed to say through his surprise, looking the pegasus up and down. Some of his features were identical; his eye color was the same, and the yellow-tipped feathers that had stuck up on his head were now similarly-colored bangs.

"I thought this would make foreplay a little easier..." The pegasus said nervously.

Yep, voice was the same too.

'Gallus' climbed up on the bed and half-crawled over to Sandbar, who was still processing what the griffon had done to himself. The pony's mind was assaulted again as Gallus sat up, leaned forward and pressed their lips together. It was about as sloppy as could have been expected for a creature who didn't have lips until a minute ago.

Their lips separated, then Gallus went lower, his wings fluttering as he kissed and licked his neck.

Sandbar shuddered, letting the brand new pegasus do his thing. The lips weren't doing much, but the tongue... Sweet Celestia the tongue. It snaked down to his barrel, and he didn't even get down to his belly before his chin bumped into Sandbar's black, fully unsheathed stallionhood. His tongue broke contact with his chest as he pulled away and stared down at it, his cheeks blushing furiously. He lowered himself further, chest now resting on the bed, and licked the shaft, starting at the base and slowly going up. As he got to the tip, he opened his mouth and took it in, lowering again. He only got a little past halfway before the tip pressed against the back of his mouth, and his inexperience showed as he gagged for a moment.

"Gallus... Gallus, wait." Sandbar managed to say, finally shaking himself out of his stupor.

Gallus pulled his mouth off and away from the pulsing pony penis and sat up, looking at his boyfriend.

"Gallus, look. You don't have to go borrowing Silverstream's necklace just because you're a little nervous. I am too."

"It's a little bit more than being nervous." The pegasus responded.

"Whatever it is... Gallus, I don't want you to change like this for me. I don't want a pony. I want the smart, sarcastic griffon that came to Ponyville to learn about friendship with me six months ago. That's who I fell head over hooves for."

Gallus only momentarily revealed a look of frustration before getting up off the bed, closing his eyes, and his body glowed, and reverted back to his original griffon form. He reached a talon around to the back of his neck and unlatched the necklace, before he walked around the edge of the bed and set it on the nightstand.

"Not that it made a difference anyways. Yeah, I was kinda curious to see what kissing felt like, and what it felt like to have you in my mouth... But I was really hoping that transforming would help with griffon... um... libido." Gallus said, nervously scratching the back of his head.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with your libido?" Sandbar asked.

"Well, the reason I was so hesitant last night... Look, I don't know if your feelings for me prompted you to do much research on the subject, but griffons are known to get instinctively... somewhat... aggressive, during mating. I don't want to accidentally hurt you." Gallus admitted, getting back up on the bed and sat in front of Sandbar.

Sandbar only stared for a moment, while to Gallus it felt like time had froze. That is, until Sandbar gave him a smirk.

"Huh, and here I was somewhat afraid that tonight would stay somewhat vanilla." He said, raising an eyebrow at the griffon.

"Wha...?" Gallus replied, surprised at the response.

"I think you're underestimating a couple of things; one, the amount of times I've fantasized about this as I've fallen asleep across from you in the dorm; and two, the strength of an earth pony. If I think you're gonna hurt me, I'll let you know. If I think you're being too rough, I'll do my best to put a stop to it if your mind is in too much of a fog. But honestly, I don't think that's gonna happen. So you know what?" Sandbar paused, grabbing the lube from the nightstand, and dribbled some on the bottom of his hoof and then began to rub it onto Gallus' long, pink rod of flesh, a much more pointed tip than what a stallion's flared tip was, and it stayed pretty smooth until it descended to a somewhat bulbous knot at the base, before giving way to the cerulean colored fur of his coat.

"Go with your instincts and have your way with me."

With that, Sandbar turned, presented, and ran his lubed-up hoof along his plothole and dock, swaying his tail seductively as he did so. Licking his beak, Gallus slid forward and took a hold of Sandbar's flank with one talon, and slid a single claw into his plothole with the other. Going in and out a few times, getting soft moans from Sandbar in return, he then added a second one, loosening him up a bit. He only did that for a few moments before he pulled his right talon out and also put it on his flank, before rearing up and lining his slippery, glistening griffonhood up with Sandbar's entrance.

Sandbar felt it poke him and it easily started to slide inside for the first couple inches, before a little resistance was met, and he started to feel a bit of pressure as the griffon continued in. It wasn't any bigger or wider than an average stallions, actually a tad smaller in that comparison, at least until it came to the knot; he knew that would be a challenge to overcome.

When he approached the halfway point, Gallus paused, taking a breath and gazing down at the pony that was taking him in.

"About half in, you still good?" Gallus asked, gently scratching Sandbar's cutie marks with the tips of his talons.

"Mmmm.... Mmmhmm, keep going." Sandbar affirmed, shifting his weight slightly from one back leg to the other, getting used to the griffon's girth. A few seconds later, Gallus continued deeper. While it didn't get much wider than it did at the halfway point, Sandbar was continuing to deal with the pressure that it caused, feeling like half his body was full.

Ten seconds later, Gallus was in all the way up to the knot, and he paused again.

"Ahh, there we go. Wow, you're warmer than I thought." Gallus said, taking a few deep breaths as he basked in this new sensation.

"What about the knot?" Sandbar asked as he glanced back to get a look for himself.

"Nah, not yet. I get the feeling that once that's in, it's in, and with how tight you feel, I get the feeling that I'm not gonna last long the first time, and it'll be nice to have a little back and forth movement." He said, feeling himself throb in Sandbar's backside.

"Mmm. Well, whenever you're ready, have at me." Sandbar said, resting his head on one of the pillow available.

Gallus started to slowly pull out, and to Sandbar, it felt like a somewhat familiar sensation of relieving oneself. The pressure started to feel like it might dissipate as he felt Gallus exit to almost his tip, then pushed his way back in up to the knot, then back out. Back in, but just a little faster this time. As the griffon's pace increased, Sandbar began to softly whimper into the pillow, crescendoing as his knot bumped against his dock.

"You good?" Gallus asked as to his partner's whimpers.

"Y-Yeah, it's just... So good. Keep going..." Sandbar said, tilting his head to one side to speak clearly.

For his part, Gallus leaned over farther, pressing his stomach against Sandbar's backside, sandwiching his tail between the two bodies, and moved his talons up towards the front, grabbing firm hold of Sandbar's front hooves and held him to the bed as he began humping him a little harder. He opened his beak and began to preen the hair on the back of his neck. He couldn't decide what he liked more; how Sandbar was squeezing him as he thrust again and again, or the sounds he was making as he pushed in time and again.

Gallus knew he was getting ever closer to release, so he paused for a moment, and intertwined his back legs with Sandbar's, then really stepped up the pace, almost slamming into the pony under him, continuing to preen his hair and occasionally make small nips at his ears. All the while, Sandbar's moaning and cries of pleasure only grew in intensity as he squirmed under the griffon's weight.

The last vestiges of Sandbar's thought processes were picking up that Gallus' thrusts were becoming more erratic. It wouldn't be long now. He figured it had been one minute, maybe two. His own stallionhood throbbed with desire, and he began to wonder who would break first. It was only now that he realized he had no idea what a griffon's 'tell' was, when he was about to release. Their tip didn't flare like stallions did. He began to hear guttural growls from Gallus, and with one defining thrust, the griffon's hardest so far, the last of resistance gave way, and the knot popped in, with Sandbar giving a gasp followed by an open mouth, silent scream. Gallus held his front hooves tightly, tensed against his back legs, and got a mouthful of his mane and pulled, hard.

What followed wasn't what Sandbar was expecting. It wasn't a spurt, or a glob, or a short shot. No, it was... A stream. As if someone had just barely opened the valve on a hose. Gallus poured into Sandbar's colon, and he quickly felt more full than he had ever felt before. The griffon quivered against him as he emptied himself into the pony's backside. It was a steady stream for perhaps ten seconds, then slowly came to a dripping stop, and Gallus' tense body went limp, almost collapsing on top of Sandbar, but he managed to barely stay up on his back feet as he released his front hooves and mane, and started to catch his breath along with his boyfriend.

Sandbar felt Gallus' heart pound against his spine, as well as his stallionhood throb against the bedsheets, having not quite achieved release. He wasn't sure where he felt fullest; where Gallus' knot was slowly shrinking for exit, or the pints of griffon seed he had injected into him.

"W... wow." Sandbar finally said, breaking the pattern of heavy breathing.

"You're telling me..." Gallus groaned, slowly pulling himself out of Sandbar, and rolling both of them onto their sides, as he brought his talons back to reach around and rub Sandbar's chest as he finished pulling out, his seed beginning to seep out of his plothole.

"You weren't kidding about aggressive, I'll give you that." Sandbar said, rubbing his front legs where Gallus had pinned him to the bed.

"I warned you. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Gallus asked, concerned.

"Would it make you feel better if I told you it was a good hurt?" Sandbar shot back.

"I just don't want to leave any marks."

"I guess we'll find out in the morning, won't we?"

"Heh. Don't worry. Griffons recuperate pretty quickly, but..." Gallus paused, rolling over the rest of the way onto his back, inviting Sandbar over.

"I think it's your turn."

Author's Note

Well, my progress slowed to a crawl the past couple nights (thank you, StarCraft II), so I am going to split this chapter up.

Enjoy, and thanks for reading!