The Nowhere King

Sandbar settled onto the seat beside his griffon boyfriend. “So?” he asked quietly, his voice not quite a whisper, “you wanna tell me how you ended up in my dream last night?”

Gallus smirked. “Aren’t I always in your dreams?”

The earth pony rolled his eyes. “Not all the time. And you know what I mean.”

The train started moving and Gallus nodded slowly. “I’m not really sure where even to start. You know I’ve been having weird dreams?” Sandbar nodded, recalling that conversation. “Well, I ran into Princess Luna in this place outside a dream—but still a dream?—she called it the Umbral Realm.” The griffon shook his head. “It’s like… if dreams were plays, the Umbral Realm would be the stage.”

“Wait,” Sandbar said, holding up a hoof, “so a dream isn’t just inside my head?”

His griffon shrugged. “No?” He huffed in frustration. “But Luna said it wasn’t a real place, so… maybe?”

Sandbar scratched his mane with a forehoof. “Huh.” He didn’t really get it, but he didn’t want to keep Gallus from telling his story. “Wait, did you say you met Princess Luna?”

Gallus nodded slowly. “First in the dream. Er, Umbral Realm. And then in her Court last night.”

“HOLD ON,” a voice from the seat behind them screeched. “Were we supposed to stay up and see the Lunar court, too? Am I gonna FAIL?” Silverstream’s pink form floated up over the seat, a worried look on her face.

Gallus turned in his seat, an irritated look on his face. “No, that wasn’t part of our assignment.”

The hippogriff’s eyes bulged. “You were doing extra credit?” She asked, her voice incredulous.

In a heartbeat, a small changeling zipped into Sandbar’s view. “Wait, what? Extra credit?” Her gaze flicked from Silverstream to Gallus and back. “What did I miss?!”

Gallus groaned. “It wasn’t extra credit. Princess Luna asked me to visit her last night.”

Smolder’s head peeked up over the seat divider beside Silversteam. “That’s what she said.”

Yona peered up from the seat across from them, a small frown on her face. “Yona no think Gallus was into pony mares.”

Gallus slapped a claw into his beak and dragged it slowly downward. “I’m not.” Sandbar resisted the urge to laugh, certain it wouldn’t help his boyfriend’s irritation.

Ocellus took the small remaining space on the seat next to Yona. “Why were you summoned by one of the most powerful creatures in Equestria?”

“Because he was in my dream,” Sandbar explained.

Gallus sighed. “No, that was later.”

“I’m lost,” Smolder said.

“You’re not in the conversation at all!” Gallus said grumpily. “None of you were!”

“Can we be, though?” Ocellus asked. “I’m really, really interested to hear about whatever you and the Princess discussed.”

Sandbar heard Gallus mutter “of course you are” under his breath. “Fine,” he said, sighing deeply. “Every creature gather round so I don’t have to tell this a million times.”

Sandbar listened with growing amazement as his boyfriend explained about Dream Striders, his newfound talent, and his ability to walk in dreams like Princess Luna.

The changeling raised her hoof. Gallus sighed. “We’re not in class, Ocellus.”

She lowered her hoof sheepishly. “Sorry,” she muttered. “So does that mean you take care of nightmares like Princess Luna?”

Sandbar thought he saw Smolder shoot Ocellus a sharp look.

Gallus shrugged. “Maybe? This is all so new, really, and she didn’t say anything about that.” The griffon’s eyes narrowed for a moment. “Why? You having bad dreams?”

The changeling blushed and waved her hooves in front of her face. “What? Me? No. No, no I’m fine.” She cleared her throat. “But if I was, you think I should tell you?”

Gallus’ beak opened and closed before he nodded. “I was gonna make a sarcastic remark, but yeah, I think maybe you should.”

Sandbar watched Smolder cross her arms and glare at Ocellus.

The griffon looked around, surveying his friends. “Especially if you have nightmares about ponies with shadowy capes.”

Smolder huffed, a bit of smoke escaping her mouth. “No ponies in my dreams.”

“Yona neither.”

Ocellus nodded and Silverstream shrugged.

It was nice to be back in Ponyville. Sandbar stretched his legs and tossed his luggage onto his back. It had been a surreal few days, made stranger by Gallus’ revelation. He smiled widely as he stared at his griffon. Just another reason to be proud of his boyfriend. He bumped his flank into Gallus’ wing and wiggled his eyebrows in what he thought was a seductive manner. “Why don’t we go unpack and go make sure our bed is still in good shape?”

Gallus laughed. “You’re such a dork.” Sandbar felt a wingtip brush the underside of his chin.

“You love it,” the earth pony replied. “Besides, what better way to spend a lazy weekend afternoon?”

Smolder sat in the small window seat inside Sugarcube corner. She traced one claw lazily along the edge of the table, feeling the line where the two pieces of wood merged. She was continually impressed by pony craftwork—the fine detail work was something that just didn’t exist in the Dragon Lands. Here, even something heavy and sturdy like this table was worthy of impressively fine and delicate detail. That balance appealed to her.

She looked up to see Ocellus walking her way, levitating a small plate with her magic. The little changeling looked so fragile and acted so scared most of the time, but Smolder had seen her inner strength time and again. Soft and delicate and hard all in one. The dragon squirmed slightly in her seat, uncomfortably aware of her rising arousal at the thought of hard and soft together.

Ocellus set the plate down gently and squeezed in beside the dragon. The changeling smelled just faintly of polished quartz and crisped ozone and spun sugar. Their race apparently had very little natural scent, as part of their protean magic, but Ocellus had been trying different variations on her scent. “A social experiment” she had called it.

Smolder just called it delicious. She growled quietly under her breath.

“You like it?” the changeling asked with a small smirk, no doubt sensing Smolder’s reaction to the smell. The minx.

“I could eat you up,” Smolder replied, her voice low and dangerously needy. Little flames jetted from her nostrils.

“That’s the idea, yes,” Ocellus replied smoothly. She used a hoof to scoot the plate closer to the dragon. “Ruby dusted cherry doughnuts for you, plain cherry for me. Also, I ordered a set of cucumber sandwiches to go.” She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “For tea night.”

The crushed jewels sparkled gloriously on top of the sweet pastry. The dragon’s mouth watered in anticipation. Instead of digging in, though, she turned and glared at Ocellus. “Why are you trying to butter me up?

The changeling’s face turned deep purple. “What are you talking about?”

Smolder grunted. “The doughnuts cost you some dear bits, I’m sure.”

The changeling refused to meet her eyes. “My parents sent some extra bits, and I thought why not?”

“And your scent?”

“I can’t tease my dragon sometimes?”

Smolder stroked a claw down the changeling’s elytra. And waited, leaving one claw just inside the edge of one wing. Ocellus shivered under the touch.

“Okay, fine!” the changeling admitted. “I want you to tell Gallus about your nightmare.”

Smolder groaned. “Why are you still going on about that?”

The changeling’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You were scared, Smolder. Really, truly, authentically scared. I’ve never felt that from you.” Her face wrinkled in sadness. “I just don’t ever want you to feel that way again.”

Smolder pulled away and crossed her arms. She glared at the meddling changeling. “Will you stop bugging me if I tell him?” Ocellus’ compound eyes narrowed at the bug reference. Good, Smolder thought, let her be irritated too. Then she felt bad for being mean. “Will it make you feel better?”

“It will.”

Crusty scabs and dirty scales. “Fine,” she muttered.

“Really?” Ocellus’ face lit up and Smolder’s heart raced in response.

Smolder tossed up her claws helplessly, amused and irritated and how easily the little changeling had convinced her. “I’ll tell the stupid griffon, okay?”

Ocellus blushed again shyly. “Kindness outside the classroom, too, remember.”

“Ugh. You are the worst.” Smolder drew a deep breath. “I’ll tell our good friend Gallus. About my silly dream. If that’ll make you feel better.”

“It will. Thank you.”

“Now can we eat these doughnuts? Because at this point it’s them or you.”

Ocellus gasped and Smolder grinned.

Sandbar pulled his head back, gasping for air, as he lay his head on his pillow. He steeled himself and moved back in. One hoof held the griffon’s furry cheeks apart as the earth pony let his tongue play along the delicate pink skin. Sandbar did his best to keep himself focused on the task at hoof (or tongue, he supposed)—eating ass was not something he enjoyed, but Gallus liked it, especially before getting fucked. The anticipation of that imminent deed made Sandbar’s erection twitch, and it made the otherwise distasteful task worthwhile. The griffon was putting his own tongue to use, making the pony’s shaft nice and wet. Sandbar pushed his tongue into the griffon’s hole and felt the muscles clench down around him before relaxing and permitting him entry. Light, he couldn’t wait to get more than his tongue in there. He moaned, and he heard Gallus whimper in response. Sandbar gasped as he felt Gallus suck on the head of his shaft. The griffon’s own staff was pushed in between their bodies, and Sandbar could feel the stiff member twitch and jerk as the griffon moved his body. Sandbar’s cock surged in appreciation. The pony pushed forward, until his nose was up under the griffon’s tail and his tongue reached as far as it could go. He twirled his tongue in a circle, shifting the pressure inside the griffon from one side to another. The griffon swallowed the earth pony’s shaft down to its ring. Sandbar felt himself getting short of breath again and pulled out. The griffon dragged his tongue up the entire length as he, too, pulled off. Sandbar’s cock slapped into his belly with a wet sound.

“Gaw!” The griffon moaned. “I love the way you eat me out.”

Sandbar nodded as he scrunched his face up, trying to force the muscles to relax and unstretch. “That’s why I do it.”

The griffon turned his head to face the pony. “You want a turn, too?”

Sandbar shook his head.

“You ready then?”

Sandbar felt his cock leaking precum onto his stomach. “Better question,” he said, “you ready? Because I’m always ready to rut you.”

The griffon shrugged. “I could use some more licking.”

Sandbar sighed quietly and opened his mouth.

“I’m kidding!” the griffon said in a laughing tone.

Sandbar blushed and nodded. “You want to grab the lube?”

“Already on it,” the griffon purred, reaching one claw down and grabbing the bottle. He pulled the stopper free with his beak and poured the cold fluid directly onto Sandbar’s cock.

“AH!” the pony cried, squirming under the griffon’s weight. He took his front hooves and bodily shoved Gallus upward, launching the griffon off the bed and onto the ground, where he landed on his back feet. Sandbar wrenched himself upright and jumped down behind the griffon. He reared up onto his back legs and grabbed the griffon’s sides with his front hooves.

Gallus let out a shuddering breath. Sandbar felt his staff slap against his chest as he shifted and angled his body into the right position. The earth pony bit his lip as he felt the tip of his shaft push up against the fur of the griffon’s backside. His hips moved in small, jerky starts as he shifted, trying to gain entry. Finally, he felt the soft spot he was seeking. He moaned, feeling the blood rushing into his shaft.

The griffon echoed the sound. His tail flicked up from under Sandbar’s left front hoof and slapped the pony in the side. “You gonna just poke around? Or are you gonna rUUU-“ he cut off as Sandbar pushed in forcefully. Glorious, intense pressure squeezed the pony’s cock. Sandbar leaned forward and grabbed Gallus’ scruff in his teeth.

“CAW!” the griffon squawked. “Oh Fuck. Oh FUCK!” Rippling waves of tension rippled through the griffon’s insides, massaging the earth pony’s shaft. Sandbar began thrusting.

“Oh. Oh,” Gallus moaned in rhythm with the pony’s movements. “Oh fuck. I- AW! I was right before. Oh gaw! Merciless teasing leads to- AH shiny gold, fuck! – leads to my rear being pillaged. Ohhh,” he finished wordlessly as Sandbar pushed in, nearly to his full length.

Sandbar released his bite. “You little tease!” he said, pulling his cock out slowly before slamming it back home. He felt himself begin to flare, the relentless rubbing and squeezing bringing him right to the edge. He shifted one hoof to the griffon’s underside and stroked the griffon’s erection. Sandbar could feel a stream of precum leaking from the tip. The hoof drifted back up and lightly toyed with the flared flesh at the base of his cock. “Knotty griffon” he cooed.

Gallus was panting, his breaths coming fast. “Oh gaw. Oh gaw, Sandy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop now.”

Sandbar slowly eased his hips and slid back into the griffon slowly. So slowly. His flared head ached for release, but it was his turn to tease. He bottomed out, the griffon’s furry rump pressed into his groin. The pony felt his tail flick upward, his body desperately begging for orgasm. Gallus squirmed and pushed his hips backward. Sandbar every so slowly slid up and out, shivering as his medial ring popped into the cool air.

“Caw, OH! Shitshitshit, Sandbar!” The pony pushed back in, his balls climbing up against his body, his flare twitching and surely flooding the griffon’s insides with precum. He was so close. He just wanted to hear the griffon say it, first.

Gallus moaned. “Sandy, please. Please!”

The earth pony groaned in thanks and gave the griffon what he asked for. He shoved with his hips, causing their bodies to rock forward. If not for the griffon’s admirable strength, they might have fallen. Sandbar pulled back and thrust again. Hard. Again.

“Oh yeah!” The griffon shouted after the one especially hard push. “Fuck! I’m gonna- I’m gonna-!”

Sandbar bit his griffon’s scruff and moaned into the bright, musky-smelling fur. He was coming. He felt the pressure in his loins crest. He held himself back, pushing again and again into the griffon, the wet sounds of his sliding shaft punctuated by the slap of flesh meeting at the apex of each thrust. Gallus screeched and his hole tightened and spasmed, and Sandbar knew his griffon was cumming.

That thought, that knowledge that his touch could push his griffon over the edge, was fatal to the pony’s resolve. He whined, feeling the pressure crest and break and he felt his seed rush down and out his flared shaft. Sandbar filled Gallus, the pony's body nearly still, save an unconscious shifting of his hips, as the griffon heaved and gasped and shivered and clenched with his inner muscles around the pony’s turgid staff.

As the waves of his orgasm slowed and the griffon below him stilled his wild dance, Sandbar opened his mouth, letting go of the blue fur, and slid down off his boyfriend. He heard his shaft pop free with a wet sound, and he watched a thin stream of cum pour out of the griffon’s hole onto his balls. Sandbar glanced lower and appreciated the griffon’s thick knot, still swollen and throbbing in the afterglow of their encounter.

“Ohh, fuck, Sandy, that was so good.”

The green pony nodded, the glow of sex making him smile widely. He pulled Gallus around to face him, and they exchanged a long, slow kiss.

Sandbar had just finished cleaning up the floor and was just starting into his latest reread of Daring Do and the Eternal Flower when there was knock on the door. He sighed, gently closed the book, and stood up carefully to avoid disturbing Gallus, who was dozing beside him. He opened the door to find a grumpy-looking Smolder and a nervous-looking Ocellus.

“Guys?” he asked. “What’s up?”

Smolder huffed, a small plume of smoke emerging from her nostrils. “I need to talk to Gallus.”

“He’s napping. Can it wait?”

Smolder shrugged and turned to the changeling. “Welp, I tried. Good enough, let’s go.”

“Smolder,” the changeling said softly, her voice firm.

“UGH,” the dragon groaned. “Fine.” She turned back to Sandbar. “Would you wake him? Somecreature seems to think this is important.”