Sandbar woke slowly, savoring the warmth of the bed and the closeness of the covers. He reached a hoof out to find Gallus and found his side of the bed cold. The earth pony’s eyes snapped open, and he found himself gulping in desperate breaths. Gallus was gone again! He felt his chest tighten.

Some tiny, nagging thought buzzed around his brain. Wait, he knew Gallus wasn’t going to be in bed with him. He hadn’t fallen asleep next to him—that had been why he’d found it so hard to find sleep the previous night. Another earth pony tradition dating back to ancient tribal times: the couple wasn’t supposed to see each other the day of the wedding until the ceremony.

The day of the wedding. Oh, dear. That had been another reason he had had difficulty resting.

Oh, Light, he was getting married today.

Sandbar wanted this. Wanted Gallus. But he found he was equal parts excited and terrified.

Gallus shifted under his blanket, unfamiliar pungent scents assailing him as he woke. The griffon opened his eyes, and he glanced out the portion of the window not blocked by the drawn curtain. It was a beautiful, calm morning. The sun was in the sky, a gentle breeze stirred a nearby tree. It looked like a perfect day. That mattered, he thought, though his waking brain struggled trying to figure out why it was important. He got sidetracked wondering why it smelled so strange in his bed. He shifted to his side to ask Sandbar and nearly fell out of the bunk.

“Good!” a loud voice announced from the desk by the wall. “Griffon awake! Yona ready to make this best pony-griffon wedding ever!”

“Right,” he said, ruffling his crest feathers with one claw. “The wedding.” He felt a wave of nervous excitement rush over him. “I’m not really sure there’s that much competition in the pony-griffon wedding category.”

Yona hopped to her hooves, nearly tripping in the process, and walked to the bunk beds. She reached a hoof up and set it on Gallus’ shoulder. He was surprised to discover that she had a surprisingly light touch when she wanted. “It not matter if it first or thousandth. Yona and friends make it best for Gallus and Sandbar!”

Gallus tapped the hoof with a claw. “Thanks, Yona. Thanks for letting me use the spare bed, too.” He gave a short laugh. “Beats sleeping in the bell tower.” He hopped down, using his wings to slow his descent to the ground. “I’m gonna go grab a shower.” He walked towards the door.

“WAIT!” the yak bellowed, causing the griffon to flinch. She rushed by him, knocking him to one side. “Yak make sure it safe!”

Gallus righted himself on his feet. “…Safe?”

“Yak not risk break in tradition! Griffon and pony must not see each other until wedding!”

Gallus sighed. This was going to be a long day. “Fine.”

Yona pulled the door open a crack, peeking out. After apparently being satisfied that Sandbar wasn’t lurking in the hall trying to sneak a sight of his fiancé, the yak threw the door open and lunged out into the hall, nearly knocking Silverstream over. The yak jumped in half-turns, scouting both directions of the hall quickly.

“Ohmygosh!” the pink hippogriff said excitedly. “Are we playing ninja?”

“No!” Yona replied. “Guarding Gallus from Sandbar!”

Gallus shook his head in exasperation.

Gallus spent longer than was strictly necessary in the shower. Nearly the entire time, he could hear Yona and Silverstream chatting about everything from school to mane care as they sat just outside the stall. The griffon used extra soap, rubbing the musky smell of yak out of his fur and feathers. It wasn’t unpleasant, exactly, but the last thing he wanted on his wedding day was to smell like Yona. Once he was fully scrubbed, he stood under the hot water for several minutes, letting the heat soak into his muscles as the spray massaged the tight spot between his wings.

He turned off the water and realized that his friends had gone quiet. Maybe they had finally given up on the guard routine. Gallus grabbed a towel and went to work rubbing his fur. Once he was fairly dry, he stepped out of the shower stall and walked over to a mirror to preen. He had just started pulling at his crest feathers when he heard a small laugh from near the entry. He glanced over and nearly fell in surprise. A tall, dark alicorn stood in the doorway. Princess Luna was dressed in her full regalia. Silverstream and Yona fidgeted behind the princess.

“Sorry!” the hippogriff said. “She, uh, kind of insisted on seeing you immediately.”

“Indeed,” Luna said, a smirk tugging the edges of her mouth upward. “Gallus Dream Strider,” she said in a formal tone, “my sister and I have considered your request.”

Gallus felt his mouth go dry. “And?”

Luna shook the end of her muzzle slightly. “And we have agreed to grant you this boon, despite our better judgment.”

Gallus felt tears in his eyes, and no effort at looking cool was going to keep them back for long.

“I still don’t see why Sandbar didn’t want a bigger ceremony.”

Beachcomber rubbed a hoof down his wife’s back. “Now, sweetie, it may be a small gathering, but I’m sure it’ll be nice.”

“At least he gave us enough notice to gather the family,” said a dark pony with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Oh for Celestia’s sake, Orca!” an earth pony with a rich, brown coat responded, “let it go! You were the one who suggested we elope!”

“Look at this view! It’s a beautiful venue,” Beachcomber said, playing the familiar role of family peacemaker. The grounds between Princess Twilight’s castle and the School of Friendship had been filled with benches. An enormous translucent tent covering the entire area billowed in the slight breeze. Green and blue flowers decorated the tent posts and the ends of every bench. A temporary stage had been placed at the edge of the pond.

“It is quite nice,” High Tide agreed.

A beautiful white mare walked along the aisle, making subtle adjustments to the flower arrangements.

“Oh, Miss Rarity!” Orca said, waving a hoof to get the unicorn’s attention. “I was just at your Manehatten shop. Your selection of chapeaus for this season is delightful!”

“Why thank you! You are too sweet!” Rarity gushed. “I take it you are Sandbar’s family?”

The dark earth pony nodded. “I’m his auntie Orca. This is my husband, Driftwood. And those two are Sandbar’s parents, High Tide and Beachcomber.”

Rarity inclined her head in greeting. “A pleasure, all.” Her horn lit as she shifted the green flowers in the closest bouquet into symmetry. “Sandbar is a lovely young stallion. You should all be quite proud of him.” As the family made various complimentary noises, Rarity’s eyes suddenly went wide and she gasped loudly. “Nopony told me Princess Luna RSVP’d! SPIKE!” she yelled. “Décor emergency! Fetch the extra emeralds STAT!”

Beachcomber blinked at the sudden rush of energy from the fashionable pony. He looked towards the back of the tent. Sure enough, the Princess of Dreams was walking towards the front of the tent. Along with two griffons. The larger one sported a light gray coat and speckled wings. The smaller one was a sandy-yellow color but sported bright blue feathers on its head. The two griffons and the alicorn took a seat on the front bench. Beachcomber harrumphed to himself and stood to go introduce himself.

Ocellus shivered at the emotional currents of the tent: Excitement and envy and nervousness and an almost overwhelming amount of love. It made her jittery and she lapped her tongue at the air, consuming the smallest hint of the emotional stew. She blew out a shaky breath.

A claw brushed down her elytra. “Hey,” Smolder said calmly. “You okay?”

Ocellus suppressed a shudder of enthusiasm. “Yeah,” she said.

Smolder rolled her eyes. “You’re doing the overindulging thing again aren’t you?”

The changeling tittered nervously.

“Uh huh.” The beautiful orange dragon lay her forehead along the bridge of Ocellus’ muzzle. “Here,” Smolder offered. Ocellus could feel the rough scales and deep, immense heat underneath them. She narrowed her senses, ignoring the hurricane of emotions around them, and breathed in the dragon’s steady, calm support. She drew deep, as deep as she dared, letting the woody notes of comfort fill and steady her own emotions. She released a long, slow breath as Smolder stepped away. The cacophonous swirl of excitement still filled the tent, but Ocellus let it wash over and through her. She ignited a minute burst of magic, spiking her scent to include citrus and jalapeno. Smolder gave her the smallest smile in return.

“I love you,” Ocellus whispered, causing Smolder’s wings to snap open.

“Ugh, shush,” the dragon replied, pulling Ocellus into a tight, brief hug. Ocellus heard the dragon mutter “I love you too, dummy” as she pulled away, and for a moment, Ocellus couldn’t even feel the other emotions in the tent.

Music began playing, and she nodded to Smolder. “That’s our cue,” she said. The two creatures began walking up the aisle. Ponies turned in their seats to watch them; many she knew, some she didn’t. “Hey,” she said quietly, just loud enough for Smolder to hear over the music, “you want to do this one day, too?”

Smolder blushed. Ocellus laughed in delight—she had actually made Smolder blush!

Sandbar fought against the urge to pull on his collar, knowing it would probably just mess up his tie without relieving any of the tightness. Everything felt tight. This was why he hated wearing clothes. Ponies went around every day, doing important things without feeling a need to dress up.

He paced the tiny enclosure at the back of the tent. Long curtains cordoned off two small spaces for the grooms to dress and prepare. Gallus would be in the other tiny space on the other side of the tent. Sandbar stamped his front hooves, trying to rid himself of the nervous energy.

Smolder, Ocellus, Yona, and Silverstream had already marched to the front. Princess Twilight Sparkle would be at the front, ready to officiate the ceremony. He just had to wait for the music. Then he and Gallus would walk the aisle together. Easy. Easier than any test he’d taken at school. Well, except for Fluttershy’s true/false tests—she was too polite to write any false answers.

The sound of horns trumpeting snapped him out of his reverie. The pony took a deep breath and almost vomited. He fought against his body’s urge to hyperventilate. “Come on,” he said to himself, “pony up.” He drew himself up tall and pushed aside the curtain.

Across the wide aisle, Gallus stepped out of his own enclosure. Sandbar felt his jaw drop. The griffon was wearing a charcoal gray suit with dark accents; the fabric hugged his sleek frame and contrasted nicely with his blue fur. The griffon’s crest feathers had been preened exquisitely—not a vane out of place. “W-Wow,” Sandbar muttered.

“’Wow’ yourself, sexy,” Gallus said with a smirk. “Nice tie.”

Sandbar brushed a hoof down his front self-consciously.

“Just think of what we could do with that later.”

The earth pony blushed. He realized the music was still playing, and nearly a hundred sets of eyes were turned towards him and Gallus. He took a steadying breath and offered his hoof. Gallus grabbed it with a claw. “Shall we?”

Stallion and griffon turned together and walked down the aisle, hoof in claw. The ponies in the crowd rose from their seats. As they began to walk, Sandbar spied Princess Luna up front. Right beside two griffons. “What?” He nodded his muzzle towards the front bench. “Who are they?”

Gallus’ claw trembled against Sandbar’s hoof. “My parents.”

The shock of that pronouncement made Sandbar stop in his tracks. “What?!” he asked. “I thought they were-“

“Yeah,” Gallus said, cutting him off. “They are. But it turns out the Amulet of Waking can make dreams true, too, not just nightmares.” There were tears forming in the griffon’s eyes. “I dream about them. A lot. And I just thought, if I could have them here for my wedding—a day I didn’t think I’d ever even see… even if it’s just a dream version of them…”

Sandbar kissed the griffon on the beak. He did his best to ignore the chorus of soft “ahhs!” and the lone wolf whistle. “I’m so happy for you,” he said simply. “It’s nice to have a dream come true, for once, instead of a nightmare.”

Gallus shook his head and blinked back the tears. “Tell me about it,” he said, sounding almost back to his normal, snarky self. The music began playing more loudly. “Ah,” the griffon said, gesturing to the stage, where Headmare Twilight was tapping a hoof impatiently. “We should, uh.”

Sandbar gave the griffon a brief nuzzle. “Yeah.”

“Mares and gentlecolts and respected creatures of the world,” Princess Twilight Sparkle intoned, “we are gathered here today to join Sandbar of Ponyville and Gallus Dream Strider in marriage, that their bond be witnessed and celebrated throughout the land.

“I look around this pavilion, and I see so much love. I may not be the Princess of that particular ideal, but I would posit that any good relationship is built on Honesty, Laughter, Generosity, Kindness, and Loyalty. And when two creatures find the Magic between them—Friendship and Love become one and the same. Gallus and Sandbar may be my students, but they have taught me much, too, and I am honored to be counted among their friends.

“I prepared a few words…” Twilight levitated a hefty stack of notecards in her magic. At the groans from the students, the purple alicorn smiled and flames suddenly erupted around the cards, burning them to cinders that then floated away. “But I thought maybe I’d let the couple’s friends say a few things instead.” A wave of relieved laughter rolled through the gathering. “Silverstream?”

Silverstream bounded forward. “I remember studying for this one test a few months ago, and Sandbar kept falling asleep, and then Yona would knock a book off the table and scare him awake, and we’d all laugh. And Gallus chided Sandbar for not getting enough sleep, and then Sandbar complained about Gallus snoring.” She giggled. “And they both stopped and laughed. Together.” She turned and gave the couple a wide grin. “That’s how I knew they were really good for each other.”

Smolder stepped forward next. “These kind of speeches are pretty mushy, but this school has that effect on creatures, it seems. So,” she said, picking at a scale on her arm with one talon, “here goes. These two wouldn’t know a lava bath from a steam tunnel, and their hoards, such as they are, would be the ridicule of every dragon in the badlands.” She snorted. “But. The moment they told us about their relationship, they were so stinkin’ happy. And proud enough to put a Dragon Lord to shame. They’re disgustingly cute together, and I wish them all the best.”

Ocellus followed quickly, her compound eyes scanning the audience. She took in a deep breath and spoke quietly. “I’m a changeling, so I have a hoof up on knowing when creatures are in love.” A slight purple blush filled her cheeks. “But it’s not just the emotions that make it real—it takes effort. They’ve both sacrificed things to be together and made journeys that sound unbelievable if I didn’t know they were real. They’ve always been there for each other, and for the rest of us. They’ve stood together against the scariest creatures in the world, so I know they’ll be together no matter where their relationship takes them.”

Twilight motioned to Yona Yak.

The yak nodded solemnly. “Yona proud to know both Sandbar and Gallus. When yak come to Ponyville, yak not know if going to stay full school year. But friends convince Yona to stay. Gallus tell Yona she is friend. Sandbar kind to Yona when feeling sad. Yona always support griffon and pony, and so, so happy they find love. Yona know that yaks not best at everything, now, because Gallus and Sandbar best at love!”

That pronouncement elicited a loud gasp of surprise among the other students.

“Thank you all,” Twilight said. “Gallus. Sandbar. I believe you both have prepared vows?”

Sandbar nodded. “Gallus,” he said, his voice steady and strong, “you are my best friend. You give me strength I never knew I had. You’ve helped me see the best parts of myself, and I love every moment we spend together. Even when you’re snoring,” he ad-libbed.

The guests laughed and Gallus rolled his eyes.

“I will cherish and honor you for all my days,” the earth pony continued. “I promise to learn with you and grow with you, even as time and life change us both. I love you, Gallus.”

The griffon shifted his feet and wiped a wingtip across his face. “I love you too,” he said. He cleared his throat.

“Sandbar, wherever the wind takes us, I will fly with you. You’ve shown me that two creatures joined together with respect and trust can be far happier than each could ever be alone. You are the strength I didn’t know I needed, and the coolness I didn’t know I lacked. I will be with you, through good times and bad, in wealth or poverty. I will always, always keep you safe, my love.”

Twilight Sparkle lit her horn and levitated a length of brocaded fabric into the air before her. She looped one end around each creature’s outstretched appendage and then wove the fabric into a complex knot, joining the griffon’s claw to the pony’s hoof. “Sandbar and Gallus: This bond symbolizes the unity of your two lives becoming one, as you go forth now to live in the vows you exchanged before your community of family and friends.”

Princess Twilight raised her wings wide. “Under the laws and customs of Equestria, I pronounce you married. You may kiss your husband.”

The pony and griffon leaned together, beak and muzzle meeting for a slow, passionate kiss.

“Oookay,” the two heard Headmare Twilight whisper, “save the rest for later, guys.”

The husbands leaned away, laughing softly.

Princess Twilight shook her head softly. She projected her voice to the crowd: “I present to you the husbands Gallus and Sandbar.”

Thunderous hoofbeats filled the pavilion.

Sandbar was married. Married! He had managed to make it through the whole ceremony without fainting or vomiting, which he considered a win. He stood beside his new husband and shook what seemed like a thousand hooves congratulating him on the beautiful wedding and wishing him and Gallus well.

He kept looking to the back of the line, where two griffons stood beside Princess Luna.

November Rain and Sweet Maple were the last students to come through, and as soon as Sandbar thanked them for coming, he whipped his head around. Gallus was caught in a hug between the gray and yellow griffons. Sandbar’s heart was racing wildly and he bit his lip.

Gallus looked up, and there were tears running down his cheeks. “Sandbar,” he said, reaching a claw towards the earth pony, “these are my parents: Gertrude and Gavin.”

Sandbar offered a hoof to them both. They felt real, that was for sure. “A pleasure to meet you,” he said.

“And you,” Gertrude said. She was the larger of the two griffons, by far, and once he was close to her, he noted her hide bore several long scars in her fur. “Gallus tells me you’re a worthy husband. If you’re half as decent as Gavin here, you two are in good shape.”

“Yes, Gerdy,” Gallus’ father said. He sounded almost bookish, which was a first in Sandbar’s encounters with griffondom. “We were lucky enough to find each other.” He turned to Sandbar, drawing a claw through his Gallus-blue crest feathers. “Don’t take your time together for granted. The pony princess explained how we’re… uh…”

“Dead, Gavin,” his wife said gruffly. “You can say it.”

“Yes, well, some of us are less chipper about the whole affair of being ghosts, or whatever,” he said, with a momentary glare at his wife. “My point being, that you never know how much time you have. Cherish it all.”

Sandbar swallowed roughly. “Yessir.”

Gallus moved back in for a hug, one wing around each parent. Sandbar stepped in to join them, awkwardly hugging part of his husband’s back.

“There’s so much I want to tell you. To ask you,” Gallus said, his voice strained.

Princess Luna cleared her throat. “I hate to disappoint, but as your dreams they will know no more than you do already.”

“Right,” Gallus sighed.

“Don’t cry, little one,” Gertrude commanded. “You’re stronger than that.”

“Always with the military attitude,” Gavin complained.

Gallus wiped away a tear. “I’ve missed you guys. Where to start, then?”

Sandbar smiled. “How about coming to the School?”

Gallus told his parents the story of his selection as the inaugural griffon pupil of the School of Friendship. He talked at length about his friends, about meeting Sandbar, and about falling in love. Sandbar interjected here and there to put his own spin on events. It was probably the most Sandbar had ever heard his husband speak in one sitting. The griffon’s parents laughed and poked fun and smiled in equal measure.

“You know,” Sandbar said, as Gallus finally ran low on stories, “it makes total sense that the best griffon I ever met has pretty cool parents.”

Gavin grinned and moved a claw to tap on Sandbar’s shoulder, but it passed through completely.

“Well, shit,” Gertrude said. She had pulled her tail forward, and the gray tuft at the end began to vanish.

Princess Luna, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, stepped forward. “The spell unravels.”

Gallus gave a choked sob. “I love you guys, and I miss you. I’m so glad you could be here today.” Sandbar put a hoof around his husband. “I’ll dream of you again, so you’ll always be out there somewhere.”

Gertrude sat on her haunches. “You do that, fledgling mine.”

Gavin took a deep breath. “We’ll see you soon, then.”

Gallus’ parents vanished. Sandbar held Gallus tightly.

Time passed. Sandbar couldn’t say how much, and he didn’t care.

Eventually, Gallus raised his head, and Sandbar met him with a kiss. It was slow and morose and felt to Sandbar like the only thing in the world that mattered at that moment. The kiss ended, and Gallus moved back in, the kiss quickly transitioning from maudlin to excited, and the earth pony felt a claw drift down his side.

They were interrupted by a loud harrumph.

“AH,” Sandbar said, jumping away from his husband. “Princess Luna!”

Gallus gave a small laugh. “You’re still here?”

“Patience is a virtue with which I have decided to become better acquainted.” She gave a short bow. “Congratulations on your marriage. Now, I believe the Pink One has a reception party planned. I would think it unwise to disappoint her plans.”

Sandbar shuddered at the thought.

Gallus stumbled out of the school gym in a half stupor. He held a half-conscious Sandbar tightly in one arm. That wedding reception really had been a six-party-hat Pinkie party, just like she had promised. Maybe even seven-hat. He wandered into a wall, using a wing to keep himself upright. Seven was after six, wasn’t it? He shook his head. The cider-coffee bombs were messing with him.

“You’re the prettiest griffon. Gorgeous. Gorgeous-ist.” Sandbar giggled like a filly. “Husband griffon.”

“Good thing I don’t need to fly anywhere tonight,” Gallus said with a sigh.

Sandbar rolled his head away from the sunlight streaming into his face. “No, I just wanna sleep,” he complained. He hugged Gallus tightly and blinked in surprise at feeling something other than the griffon’s fur. He blinked his eyes open. Gallus was still in his suit from the night before. The earth pony gave a start as he realized he was in his clothes too. The movement caused his head to throb.

“Oof,” he said, closing his eyes again. So much for a great first night of marriage. Maybe he could sleep it off.

* * * * *

Sandbar had taken off the suit, but he decided to keep the pink-striped socks on. He wasn’t sure why he had been wearing pink socks with a black suit, but he decided not to worry about it. The fabric hugged his legs and hooves nicely. And he felt pretty. He wandered around his and Gallus’ room watering the various plants.

Something shimmered at the edge of the pony’s vision. “We have plants now?”

Sandbar nearly dropped the watering can and water spilled on the ground below him.

“Nice socks, Sandy,” Gallus said appreciatively. Sandbar blinked slowly and stared down at his legs. He blushed as his husband laughed. “Gotta say, I never really understood the sock thing until just now.”

Sandbar ducked his head bashfully. “That was a wild night,” he said, now that he remembered the wedding reception. More or less. “We didn’t even get a chance to consummate the marriage.” He blinked, realizing that his head wasn’t throbbing as it had been when he was awake.

“Well, no time like the present, right?”

Sandbar shook his head. “No way am I waking up right now, promise of lewd pleasure or not. I’m pretty sure we’re both horribly hung over.”

The griffon smiled smugly and winked at him. “Who said anything about waking up?”

Sandbar whinnied. “Ohmygosh, yes please.”

Gallus strutted forward.

“Wait,” Sandbar said, holding up a pink-striped hoof. He felt heat in his cheeks. “Will you, uh…”

Gallus raised one eyebrow. “Spit it out, husband.”

Sandbar felt a giddy rush when Gallus used the H-word. “Heh. Um. W-will you wear socks too?”

Gallus laughed, and suddenly a set of rich-purple socks were in his claws. “You ponies are weird.”

Sandbar was blushing furiously. The griffon moved to start pulling one sock onto his back left leg. “Wait,” he said.

Gallus gave him an impatient look.

“May I?”

The griffon lifted his leg in the pony’s direction.

Sandbar stepped forward and rubbed a hoof from the griffon’s thigh all the way to his paws, tracing the sinewy lines of muscle that bulged through the fur. Gallus shivered at the light touch, the fur on his leg standing on end for a moment. Sandbar slipped the sock over the griffon’s fuzzy paw and up his shin. He leaned forward and planted small kisses on the exposed leg as he slid the sock fully into place. Sandbar continued to kiss upward into the curve where the griffon’s leg met his stomach.

“Ohh, Sandy,” Gallus muttered. “Geez! I’m starting to get the point about these socks if this happens every time.”

Sandbar nipped the thin bit of skin just outside the griffon’s groin. Gallus yelped and Sandbar watched the tip of the griffon’s penis descend from the furry sheath. He could feel his own member start to push out as well.

He repeated the process with Gallus’ other back leg, moving slightly faster the second time. Sexy was as well and good, but a stallion had needs. Before he could nip the other side of the griffon’s underside, though, Sandbar felt a claw grab the back of his mane and pull him away. Gallus sat down, still holding a clawful of Sandbar’s hair, and pulled the pony’s head down towards his now-erect shaft. Sandbar gave it a lick obediently and Gallus shuddered. The pony shook his head and Gallus released his grip. “The other socks?” he pleaded, looking upward at his husband.

Gallus rolled his eyes. “I’ll take care of them,” he said. The air around his arms shivered and suddenly the purple socks appeared on his arms, his talons tearing through the ends, roughly. “Better?”

Sandbar nodded happily, taking in the sight. He bent his head back down and went back to work. The rich aroma of griffon arousal filled his nostrils and he opened his mouth. He lapped slowly at the tip, making Gallus grunt and wiggle in delight. He closed his mouth around the end, letting the tapered tip poke into his tongue. A splash of fluid rewarded his gentle efforts. He swallowed, savoring the taste.

“Ah, fuck, Sandy,” his husband crooned.

The earth pony put one pink-striped hoof underneath the griffon’s sack, letting the silky fabric tease the orbs.

A claw raked through the pony’s mane.

Sandbar swallowed the griffon down to his knot. He let his tongue swirl around the swollen length. The griffon above him made tiny, excited mewling sounds.

“Mm,” Sandbar moaned, loving the reaction his movements caused.

Gallus suddenly clenched his claw and tugged the pony up.

“Aw,” Sandbar whined.

“Nngh,” the griffon whimpered. Clear fluid leaked from his tip. “I have an idea.”

Sandbar smiled. “Yeah?”

“I was, uh,” the griffon blushed suddenly. “I was thinking about who should top the first time we were married.”

The pony sat fully upright and stroked a hoof along the side of his husband’s beak. “We have all the time in the world, Gally. I don’t really care.”

Gallus moved his head into the touch. “I know. I know, but still… I think I figured something out. If it’ll work.”

Sandbar laughed. “Okay then. What is it?”

The dorm room around them slowly vanished, the walls and plants disappearing first, then the furniture, until there was nothing left but the pony and griffon.

“Uh,” Sandbar whinnied nervously. He pulled Gallus into a tight hug nervously.

“No, no, it’s okay. Watch,” Gallus said. He reached a claw forward, behind Sandbar. Suddenly, the same claw appeared in front of Sandbar, right over Gallus’ own shoulder and squeezed the pony’s hoof.

“Well that’s freaky,” Sandbar observed.

“No freakier than a weird dragon-unicorn hybrid nightmare,” Gallus replied wryly.

“…point,” Sandbar conceded.

“The point is,” Gallus explained. “if my claw was a different body part…”

“Oh. OH,” Sandbar said, suddenly realizing where the griffon was going. “Oh, but that’s…”

“Nothing impossible in a dream,” Gallus said with a smirk.

“Oh my,” Sandbar blushed. Gallus gave him a gentle tug with both claws, turning the pony around. Sandbar fought against disorientation—he could feel Gallus behind him, but the griffon’s backside was also right in front of him. And he could see a seafoam green pony mane past the griffon. His own mane.

Gallus chirped happily. “This is so cool.”

Sandbar demurred. “Ehh.”

Then Gallus grabbed his dick. Electric excitement pulsed down his length. The ponies in front of him shuddered in delight. He shuddered in delight. “Oh wow.”

“Yeah!” Gallus agreed. Sandbar could feel the griffon’s shaft rubbing against his backside.

“Lube!” he cautioned.

Gallus laughed. “Dream lube coming right up.”

Sandbar felt slickness fill the exterior of his hole. “Wow. Holy…” he kissed the back of the griffon’s neck in front of him and heard Gallus sigh happily simultaneously from both sides. “Hm. Don’t forget yourself.”

A thin tail lashed up and slapped the pony’s side. “Already done, Sandy.”

Sandbar felt himself surge in delight. Something firm pressed against his backside. He blew out a shaky breath. And pushed his own twitching member forward.

They entered each other at the same moment. It was like nothing Sandbar could ever have imagined. He cried out in excitement as Gallus crowed in ecstasy. “Oh, Light, Gally. Are you…”

“Yeah, hubby,” the griffon said, grinding his hips forward.

“Wow. Oh!” the pony said, awash in pleasure. He was inside Gallus and Gallus was inside him. At the same time. “This… Oh, Holy Light! Wow. This was… a very good idea.”

Gallus whimpered from behind him. And in front of him. “I… Oh gaw. Yeah, sometimes I’m pretty clever.”

Sandbar pushed in, feeling the griffon’s tight ring swallow his shaft. He tried to focus his breathing, to let Gallus’ member slide easily in his own passage.

He gripped his hooves tightly around the griffon’s midsection. Gallus’ knot pressed against his ponut.

“Oh fuck, Gallus.”

“Yeah, Sandbar!”

“I love you, husband.”

The griffon’s knot slipped inside him. The pony cried out in pleasure and thrust his hips, dragging the knotted griffon forward as he pushed his staff in past the medial ring.

“Fucking yes!” the griffon crowed. “I love you, Sandbar!”

The rest of the pony’s shaft pushed in and Sandbar felt his flare forming.

The knot tugged at Sandbar’s hole and the pony thought he could feel the warm gouts of precum splashing his insides.

Sandbar slipped closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm, the pounding of the griffon’s hips on his haunches driving him further and further into the griffon’s rear.

They were an eternal, unending loop of pleasure, each pushing the other closer to the edge.

“I’m… I’m gonna…”

“I… I…”

Sandbar came, his flared staff clenching and pulsing.

The pony felt the griffon’s hot seed flow into him. Filling him. As he filled the griffon in turn. The duo thrust and moaned and wet splashing sounds joined the chorus of orgasmic bliss.

Sandbar kissed the back of Gallus’ neck as his climax ended. He felt and saw the griffon’s beak return the favor, just below the bottom of his mane.

They stayed together, locked inside one another. Still except for their pounding hearts and gasping breaths.

“Now… phew,” Sandbar whispered. “Now that’s the way to consummate a marriage.”

“Together,” Gallus agreed. “In all things. Forever.”

“Forever,” Sandbar agreed with all his heart.

Author's Note

And that's a wrap on my second Gallbar story!

I'm actually really emotional, sitting here typing this out. It's taken a ton of hard work to get this story here before you. It's hard for me to believe that I've managed to put so many words into telling the story of these two beautiful creatures. I never thought I was a long-form author, but I've pushed myself because this story was worth it.

I really appreciate everyone who's read and commented and bookmarked this story. I hope you've enjoyed this sequel. To all the Gallbar shippers out there: OTP FOREVER.

Thank you for reading.
~Parker