The Nowhere King

Gallus sighed heavily. On the one claw, he knew he should get out of bed and go to class—he had already missed part of a week due to his recent misadventure. On the other claw was the flared head of his pony’s shaft. Sandbar grunted and whined.

“I don’t care if we’re gonna be a few minutes late, you can’t leave me like this!”

Gallus clucked his tongue. “Tardiness is a hurtful behavior that disrupts others. Not very kind.”

Sandbar groaned. “Don’t pretend this is a school lesson. Besides, ‘it’s always worth taking the extra time to do something right.’”

The griffon grinned and slowly slid his claw down the pony’s length. “I have always enjoyed Professor Rarity’s takes,” he considered. Gallus, having already come, was feeling extra cheeky. He nearly always came first in their morning sessions. If he didn’t, he’d still be indecent by the time class started.

“Gallus, please!” Sandbar whined.

The griffon relented gladly, eliciting a gasp from his pony. Gallus twirled a claw around the crown of the pony’s shaft, making it throb and causing a thin stream of precum to splash out. Gallus caught it on his tongue. He savored the sweet fluid and let his claw drag lazily down the dark gray flesh. Sandbar groaned and shifted his hips from where he was sitting on the bed. The pony’s shaft lurched upward until Gallus caught the tip in his other claw. He began to move his arms in tandem—one teasing the head and the other tugging tightly along the length.

“Oh that’s… O-oh,” the pony whimpered.

The flesh under the teasing claw swelled. Precum flowed freely into the griffon’s claw. Gallus grinned. “That good?”

“Oh yeah,” the earth pony said, his voice shaky. “Please keep going. Please. Please.”

Gallus slowed his claws, causing Sandbar to whinny. He lowered his beak down and took the swollen crown of Sandbar’s shaft into his mouth. Precum flowed freely over his tongue. The griffon put his mouth to work, massaging the flesh.

“No.” Sandbar whined and pulled the griffon back off with one hoof. “I’m close. I want to shoot on you.”

Gallus grinned and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I’ll have to take a shower. We’ll be late.” He loved the idea. He put his claws back to work after another long lick of the pony’s flared head.

Sandbar shivered and shook his head. “We’ll get notes.” The dark flesh throbbed in Gallus’ claws. “Please?” he asked.

Who was Gallus to say no to that? He shifted the teasing claw down. He loved how big and how warm Sandbar’s cock was. His two claws began to move simultaneously—one gripping the upper end below the head, the other working the bottom portion between ring and sheath.

Sandbar moaned in appreciation.

Precum drooled incessantly down the pony’s length.

Gallus felt his own spent shaft twitch in appreciation of the sight.

The earth pony groaned, a low continuous sound, and Gallus grinned in anticipation. The flesh in the griffon’s claws swelled, the tip leaking creamy fluid.

A rope of the pony’s seed jettisoned out, impacting with surprising force on the griffon’s chest. Two small bursts followed quickly, landing with a wet sound on the bedding below them. Sandbar thrust his hips, causing his staff to surge upward in the griffon’s claws, and the next shot splashed across Gallus’ beak. “Oh CAW yeah!” the griffon cried. He kept his claws moving, milking the pony. More thick semen erupted from the swollen, flared head, a spare glob or two joining the largest mess on his beak. Gallus stuck out his tongue and collected what he could. The griffon’s still-swollen cock lurched as he tasted the rich, salty flavor.

Sandbar leaned back, his shaft quickly shrinking out of the griffon’s claws. He smiled lazily at his boyfriend. “You look a mess.”

Gallus gave him a faux-stern look. “And whose fault is that?”

The green earth pony shrugged expressively. “I can’t help it if you make me cum so hard.”

Gallus smirked happily. It gave him no end of joy and excitement to know how much Sandbar enjoyed his presence and touch. “I am definitely going to need that shower,” he said with a small laugh.

Sandbar sighed. “We are totally going to be late.”

Gallus leaned forward, tracing the claw not coated in semen through the pony’s fur. “Or we could just skip.” He licked the cum from one dirty talon. “Call it a… mental health break?”

Sandbar laughed at the memory. “That checks out,” he replied, leaning forward and pulling Gallus into a tight hug.

Sandbar stared down at the test on his desk. He knew the answer. He knew he knew the answer. But suddenly he couldn’t remember. And it was the only question on the test. He was going to fail.

He wobbled the quill in his mouth, the feather tickling his tongue.

What was the answer?

The quill fell free and rolled away from his desk, making an absurdly loud sound. That was embarrassing. The earth pony started to step away from his desk to retrieve the quill when he spotted his front legs. They were covered up past the knee with pink-and-white striped socks. He quickly shoved his legs back under the desk, hoping that no one had seen. His face was flushed as he quickly unrolled the stockings under the cover of his desk.

After a frustrated glance at the unanswerable test question, Sandbar stood up to grab the errant quill. A whistle cut through the otherwise silent room. The pony whipped his head around to find the source.

“Nice socks, hot stuff,” Silversteam cooed. Sandbar glanced down and realized with a growing horror that he had matching socks on his back legs, too.

“Ah!” a loud voice beside him said, “Yona like how socks hug Sandbar’s muscles!”

“Hey, we match!” Gallus said, stepping away from his own desk. His limbs were covered by the same pink stockings, the talons of his claws poking through the ends.

Sandbar bit his lip and felt himself getting hard.

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble,” a soft voice from the front of the class said, “if you could all focus on your test instead of—oh my!” Fluttershy blushed, taking in the scene. “L-lewd!” she muttered quietly.

Sandbar blushed deeply. “S-sorry! Sorry everyone!”

“No, no,” Professor Fluttershy said, “I see you’re enjoying putting on a show.” She gestured down below Sandbar’s barrel, where his half-hard shaft hung heavily. “Please continue.”

“WHAT?” Sandbar yelled.

“Put it on! Put it on!” Silverstream yelled, twirling the discarded pink socks over her head before throwing them against the pony.

“You wanna do a little dress-tease?” Gallus suggested, giving a little wink.

Sandbar hesitated. It was too shameful to consider. And yet his growing arousal prodded him. He nodded.

Darkness suddenly flooded the room, causing Sandbar to flinch. His friends looked around, confused, before they were hidden by the gloom.

“My, my, my,” a rich voice chuckled. “Aren’t you just the prettiest little slut.”

Sandbar spun around, looking for the source of the voice.

“So you’re the griffon’s cockwarmer.” A chill wind suddenly filled the air. “Or is it the other way around? I never can tell with you coltcuddlers.”

“HAY!” Sandbar shouted. “Fuck you!”

“No,” the voice replied calmly, “I think not.” The wall of darkness receded. Sandbar found himself standing in a small cave, the rough walls lit by some unseen light. A pegasus with a coat the color of a late night’s sky stepped forward. Sandbar’s eyes were drawn to the shifting cloak that covered his back half. His heart began to race.

“Help!” He yelled, backing slowly away from the other pony.

The pegasus chuckled darkly. “Disgraceful. Listen to you, screaming like a little colt.” A hint of tight-lipped smile crossed his features. “I haven’t even started working yet.”

Sandbar fought against panic. This was that pony Gallus had seen in the dream. Which meant he was dreaming. He just had to wake up. He stomped a hoof painfully against the ground. “Wake up wake up!” he whimpered.

In one smooth step, the pegasus pony was suddenly beside him. “No,” he said, his voice sounding like a knife sliding from its sheath. “That will not work here.” Sandbar scrambled backward. Unseen rocks tripped his hooves, and the earth pony landed hard on his flank.

“Help! Gallus!” he yelled. He scrambled, trying to pull himself back up, but found his limbs bound, somehow captured in the rocks that had felled him.

The earth pony shuddered. He closed his eyes, tried to imagine waking up. He was distracted by a sound, almost like water running from a tap. No, not water, he thought. He opened his eyes to see snakes slithering into the cave. There were so many that they writhed and piled atop each other, like a moving wall of snakes. “No no no no!” he cried.

The pegasus grinned. “My second favorite word,” he said gleefully. He raised a wing as the snakes passed underneath him, heading directly for Sandbar. “You will tell me everything you know about this ‘Gallus.’”

“No! No!” Sandbar repeated. The serpents drew nearer, their scales shimmering in the low light and their fangs bared.

“Yes,” the pegasus drawled, his tone bored, “you will.”

Sandbar shrieked as the nearest snake lunged forward and sunk its teeth into his leg. The pony pulled helplessly at the rocks binding his legs. Pain arced through his leg from the bite.

“I’ve heard the poison of the Eastern Asp can be quite painful. Sometimes lethal.” Sandbar screamed wordlessly. “I can make them stop,” the pegasus offered. “Does the griffon have the Amulet?”

Sandbar whimpered. He shook his leg, trying to dislodge the serpent. Another snake lunged forward and latched onto a foreleg. Sandbar howled in pain.

“Does the griffon have the Amulet of Waking?” the pegasus asked calmly, looking with keen interest at Sandbar’s wounds.

Sandbar whimpered helplessly and stared at the writhing mass of snakes, sure that another would strike him at any moment. “I- I don’t know,” he said.

“He must, for him to be so powerful.”

“I don’t know!” Sandbar squealed. “I’ve never seen him with an amulet.”

“Not good enough,” the pegasus said coldly. He gestured with one wing, and the pile of snakes surged forward.

A blinding flash of light burst through the tunnel. Sandbar cried out in surprise.

“ENOUGH,” a booming voice proclaimed.

Sandbar realized his hooves were no longer trapped by stones and scrambled to a standing position, trying to get away from the snakes. Which were suddenly absent, he realized.

A boulder on one side of the cave exploded, and a tall, dark alicorn strode forth from the wreckage. “Princess Luna!” Sandbar cried.

The pegasus pony flinched, a look of worry twisting his features as he twirled to face the princess.

Luna surveyed the scene, and a bolt of fiery magic arced from her horn. The magic scorched the ground where the pegasus had stood moments before. He was gone. Sandbar slumped back to the ground.

The world of the dream shimmered, and Sandbar felt his wounds wash away, vanishing in a heartbeat.

“This is most troubling,” the alicorn said. “Who was that pony?”

“I don’t know,” Sandbar said, shivering and wrapping his front hooves around himself. “I think it was one of those ponies Gallus saw before. He wanted to know if Gallus had some amulet.”

“An amulet?” Princess Luna knelt down on her knees. Even so, she towered over Sandbar as he sat prone.

Sandbar nodded slowly. “The Amulet of Waking, I think he said.”

Luna’s eyes shot wide.

Sandbar felt his blood go cold. “Um. I’m assuming that’s not good then?”

The pony known as Shade walked slowly around a Dream. It didn’t matter which side she faced, the view inside remained constant. Another irregularity of the Realm. Still, even knowing it made no difference, she paced. Walking helped her think. Within, a broad-shouldered silver earth pony walked along the docks, a large sack slung across his back. Shade had watched this dream before. Crow often dreamed of his old life. He was supposed to be working with her at the moment, but Shade resisted pulling him into the Umbral Realm. Instead, she watched.

The earth pony paused at the entrance to a small house. Shade realized she was cantering and slowed her pace. She should pull him out of the dream. But maybe this time they would be there.

Crow opened the door and stepped through. Inside, the house was quiet. The watching unicorn sighed and stepped into the dream. Shade felt the heat wash over her, shuddering at its intensity.

She stood in the house, directly in front of Crow. The large earth pony blinked slowly and gave a small, jerky start. “Shade,” he said in greeting. His eyes drifted away from hers, his gaze shifting back to the corner of the room.

“Crow,” she said sharply, drawing his attention back. “It’s time to work. Midnight thinks he has a lead on the amulet.”

“Does he, then?” the earth pony said slowly, his gaze again returning to the corner of the room. “Best get on wi’ it.”

The unicorn nodded and laid a hoof softly on the earth pony’s shoulder.

“Shade?” Crow said, his rough voice quiet, “thank you.”

The unicorn nodded curtly and spared the briefest glance to the corner of the room, where two moldy gravestones stood at the foot of a large bed. the two ponies vanished, cold washing over them as they exited. The dream bubble collapsed.