Galvanised

There was plenty of time to think, and so Gallus decided to do just that. The griffon's mind was drifting anyway, wandering absently to vague tidbits of information while he lay on his side, spooning Sandbar in the afterglow of the romp. The sheets, and their bodies, were soaked in sweat, the result of half a day of passion. What else were they meant to do with a day off? Study? That would be a ridiculous waste of a teacher's emergency, and this way was so much more fun. The pony would've agreed if he wasn't already dozing off, exhausted but happy, the blue griffon's softening cock smearing thin drools of spunk across the pony's flanks.

It was a great butt, too; round and soft, but toned enough to prevent it being a mareish backside. After they became friends, it became more and more normal for Gallus to steal quick glances at the pony's dock, casually admiring the shape of it. At some point, Sandbar noticed, but did nothing to stop it. In fact, he turned to admiring Gallus' fluffy paws and feathered wings, the two of them sharing a mutual appreciation of each other's bodies. Admiration turned to touching, and touching turned to intimacy.

Sandbar's butt never fell far from the griffon's attention, no matter how many times they hooked up. His claws always groped and squeezed at the globes of the stallion's ass, spreading and kneading them, and the sex proper was almost always from behind, just so the griffon could hold onto Sandbar's buttocks and watch as his member slid smoothly into the pony's pucker. There had certainly been plenty of that today, though the best moment with Sandbar had to be the way he'd squealed and writhed as Gallus had practically flattened the stallion's prostate with powerful, rapid thrusts, a claw wrapped around the pulsating horsecock to jerk it in time with the rhythmic buttfucking. The pleasure-ravished expression on the earth pony's face as he came was mesmorising, filling the griffon with no small amount of pride as he felt the hot surge rush through Sandbar's prick and spurt in messy jets across Sandbar's green-hued coat. Milking the pony to completion, Gallus had pulled out and followed suit, grunting as he jacked himself to his own climax, adding his seed to the sticky pool on his friend's barrel. He'd had a moment to enjoy the sight before Silverstream had kindly come over to clean the stallion's stained coat with her tongue.

The hippogriff was an amazing girl, and the thought of her brought a smile to the griffon's beak. He glanced over Sandbar's body at the gently snoring hippogriff nestled on the other side of the pony, a smile gracing her beak as she slept. Out of all of the creatures here, she was the most similar to him, at least superficially, being partially avian, but her bubbly, sociable, and naive spirit could not have been more different to his gruff and introverted sensibilities. She was kind, he was sarcastic. She responded to everything with eager excitement and adventurous curiosity, he responded to everything with a silent stoicism or a grumbled reluctance. Soon, though, he warmed up to her boundless energy and enthusiasm, and he stopped finding her so grating. In fact, he started becoming her friend, and looking on her a lot more favourably. Never in a sappy way, though. He wasn't a sappy sort of creature, he was just more open to friendship and the like now.

That's what he assured himself every time he made out with Silverstream, often in the evenings before they headed to bed. She'd invite him to her room for a nightcap, or he'd invite her to his, and they'd chat for a few minutes before falling into each other, their claws roaming across each other's bodies and trailing through the fur and the feathers. He'd hold her close, pressing his body against hers, and basking in the warmth, the contact, and the rapid pump of her heartbeat. Those sessions rarely escalated to more. It would ruin the moment, and it wasn't like their friendship needed to be all about smashing uglies together. Nah, they could enjoy being friends, very close friends, by showing each other their own brand of semi-platonic affection.

Of course, there was a lot of sex. The griffon wasn't going to deny that the hippogriff was incredibly attractive, and even if the two of them did like basking in each other's presence, there was only so much tongue-wrestling and wing-pinching they could endure before their hormones and teenage vitality reached its boiling point. The rutting that followed always started furiously and passionately, the two of them grappling for purchase and rolling on top of one another until one of them held the other still for long enough to orientate themselves. A gasp and a groan later, they would hump aggressively away, their beaks locking together over and over while their undulating lower halves worked to sate their lusts.

The needy aggression would drop away afterwards, and the kissing would become more tender. Gallus would nip at her neck and breathe in her scent as they cuddled together, holding each other close as their breathing slowly returned to normal. That was always nice, even if he did have to fight back some really stupid sappy statements sometimes. Once he'd nearly said it to her, cutting himself off mid-sentence and turning his expression of adoration towards her shapely behind. That wasn't a lie though; her behind was curvaceous and feminine, with an adorable jiggle to it. She'd giggled and suggested he act on his love for it.

Naturally, the griffon had taken her up on that offer. She'd frequently presented her round ass for him to spank and tease, his talons scratching softly at her plush cheeks while his tongue traced its way along random paths dictated by his desires. He wanted to taste all of her. He wanted to feel all of her. It was almost too much for him to bear, and those impatient episodes came out during their fierce yet tender ruts. When he held her, though, he was gentle, groping her plump ass cheeks only so hard as she wanted. He'd often spread her wide and salivated at the sight of her asshole, but she'd stopped him before he had managed to do more than tease her wrinkled sphincter. Once, she'd allowed him to sink a digit into her rear, testing how it felt, and had decided that it wasn't the worst thing ever. He'd taken a chance and pressed a second digit against her ring, but she'd pouted at him over her shoulder, a sight that had made his heart pump faster and spurred his lust. She was so damn cute, so hot, that he'd had to resist the urge to ram himself into her from behind and breed her like a good girl. Somehow, he'd fought back the desire and instead withdrew his claw at her request. Their lovemaking that night had left her sore for a full day afterwards.

With everyone else, it was easier. Even with Ocellus, who was the most insecure of the group, he'd never felt as vulnerable as he did when he made love to Silverstream. The Changeling was a very shy creature, and only agreed to intimacy with the griffon every month or so. When she did, it was a slow and careful affair, with him assuring her that she was beautiful and loved every step of the way. He didn't have to lie about that, and it was just as well; he knew she could feel his emotions. When his talons scratched their way along her carapace, he wanted her to feel it. When he groaned that he loved how she felt, he wanted her to hear it. When he dragged the tip of his beak along her throat, looked her in the eyes, and proclaimed that she was the most special Changeling he'd ever had the privilege of knowing, he truly and honestly meant it. He knew he'd done his job when she bit at her hoof to muffle her orgasmic cries, his cock feeling the results of his efforts down below.

The aftersex cuddles were different with Ocellus. She was the one to plant kisses, and she was far more energetic about it than he was. The blue girl smooched everywhere she could reach him, her mouth touching at his neck, his chest, his forehead, everywhere that was even remotely a target for two quadrupeds clamped in each other's grips. In between her amorous assault, she'd thank him for his love, stating that she'd felt it as they'd mated, loving it just as much as she'd loved his gentle but confident thrusts into her. For the Changeling, the hot gush of his climax was secondary, something that the blue male began to consider as a lesson after several sessions with the shape-shifting female. No matter what though, he appreciated the cuddles. It made him feel fulfilled and cozy, and the way she beamed, her eyes full of appreciation and...friendship, he believed...was heartwarming. He was always satisfied when she gave him the routine aftercare. She'd once accidentally made a mistake and said that she'd loved him, falling into a blush and stammering that she had meant that she loved his dick and his personality. He'd laughed and told her that he knew what she'd meant, before kissing her deeply. It was was the only time he'd done it before the orgy, making out with someone not immediately preceding sex, other than Silverstream. A coincidence, he knew - what else could it be? He had no reservations about kissing, and he wasn't exactly attached to the hippogriff. He slept around, and she knew it. He kissed others, and she knew it. There was no relationship, so it couldn't be more than a simple fling. She just happened to be his most common girl, his preference and his most appreciated friend. What else could it be?

It was very different with Smolder. The orange dragon was more aggressive than he was, and had to learn to tolerate less than herself as she adjusted to the School, as well as life outside of the Dragonlands in general. Luckily, they'd only gotten together after he'd learned about her girly side, so his bodily integrity had remained intact. Their occasional bouts were unrelenting and involved far more physicality than Gallus would've otherwise thought to use. Once, out of frustration from her incessant teasing and casual dominance, in combination with a week's worth of stressful homework, he'd slapped her across the face, immediately stopping his upwards thrusting to apologise in a panic. She'd merely turned back and snarled, telling him to do that again, but harder. Cautiously, he'd obeyed, striking her cheek several more times before she'd dragged him into an angry kiss and ridden him for all he was worth, switching between insulting him for being a bastard and praising him for the same reason. Normally, he'd have lost his erection at such talk, but the griffon had found himself amazed at just how erotic the scaled female could make anger sound. When he'd finally blown his load inside her, he'd cawed loudly and kept going, fucking his spunk into her womb. She'd followed soon after from the mixture of the heat and the penetration, billowing plumes of smoke as she clenched around him. More than a few swear words were involved as she came down from her high.

At first, their conversation had been awkward. They had lain in silence for a minute or two, and when Gallus had kissed her, she'd froze in surprise. Wincing, he'd moved to her neck, her shoulders, hoping to find her spots. Instead, she had eventually asked what he was doing just as he reached her stomach, to which he'd had to pull back and make a snarky joke about finding the dragon's treasure. She'd chortled at his remark, and told him to look on someone else. He'd gotten the hint.

After that, they'd learned to carry on as friends, and not make it weird outside of sex. Sex could include many things, including kissing, but it was weird to do it when they weren't ablaze with fiery lust. When they were done, it was back to normal. Agreeing to that, they gave each other a minute after they'd both finished to remove themselves and maybe get anything that was leftover out of their systems, before resting up and chatting about the latest hoofball match or the ridiculousness of writing that many words for that many essays in that many days. It was a simple arrangement, and the physical element was completely worth it. In fact, Gallus enjoyed having someone with whom he could just unwind. The others were nice, but they were cuddly and cute, and they showed affection. Smolder had shown him how to toughen up in this context, and he appreciated it.

With all but one of the females taken care of, Gallus couldn't leave out Yona. She was a big girl, sure, but she still had female needs, and she was still his friend. She'd been up for it, but he'd had to be creative; one attempt at filling her had alerted him to that. It had been him who had suggested anal, something the yak hadn't thought to consider in her life, but after the dissatisfaction from the usual route, it was something she had been willing to entertain. The griffon had had to hover to make it work, but after a few plunges into her cavernous pussy to lube himself up, he had lined himself up with her ring, eased his tapered member past her muscles, and earned an approving grunt as he bottomed out.

From then on, she had grown into a slut for some anal action, requesting it every time she felt pent up. It was hard work, and he'd had to call in Sandbar to help more often than not. While the pony would thrust his hoof into the yak's snatch, stuffing her with something comparable in size to what she was designed for, Gallus would ram himself into her from above, smashing against her thick hide and stuffing her depths with his turgid cock. She'd always cum with a guttural shout, her ass wringing the griffon's dick until he buried his knot in her and bathed her bowels in his seed. The yak enjoyed the hot, thick deluge, and she'd often demand a second round, which worked out for Sandbar, who needed to get his rocks off too by that point.

Looking back, it was inevitable that, eventually, someone would suggest an orgy. All it took was for Smolder to tease Ocellus for cuddling up to Silverstream during a revision session, only for her to smile and say that she felt beautiful when she was doing it. Silverstream had backed her up, telling the shapeshifter that she was beautiful, that should feel like that, and that the she herself felt loved when she was cuddled, too. Smolder had scoffed and said that she needed to get someone who would choke you, call you filthy names, and fuck you like they hated you; that was feeling appreciated. While Yona had laughed uproariously, the Changeling and the hippogriff had blushed. Up until that point, Gallus had been working into a rhythm with the homework, the conversation idle background noise to his rare moment of concentration.

Of course, Yona had blown everything wide open by saying that the griffon and the pony were both honorary yaks in that department, which had drawn more than a few eyes towards them, and a salacious grin from Smolder. Caught red-handed and red-faced, the two quadrupeds had glanced at each other and winced, having no way to pass off what had been said, which set the scene for what followed. The dragoness had told the room that Gallus was the closest to a dragon she'd gotten in Equestria, and described a few things he'd done to her in the last week before the blue male cut her off with a dry glare and a sharp wave of his claw. Silverstream had looked between the two of them incredulously, wondering out loud how he could be like that when he was so affectionate with her, a sentiment which Ocellus echoed, with the addition of her surprise with Sandbar. Apparently, the pony was soft and tender to the Changeling too.

After the web of reveals, in which Smolder had expressed surprise that Sandbar was apparently a good lay and that Gallus wasn't a 24/7 fuck machine, she'd joked that they had a lot to learn about each other; maybe they should trade experiences. She'd been being her usual mischievous self, but Yona had been on board immediately, and Silverstream's enthusiastic curiosity had came back in full force when the shock of the revelations had subsided.

So they planned. It was basic, it was inexperienced, but it was what they did best; the six of them working together, and trusting in each other to muddle their way through it. They had predicted that it'd happen at some point in the next month or two, but then, on the Monday, Headmare Twilight and the other professors had been called away to save the world yet again. The students had turned up to their class to find a note on the front door, explaining that class was cancelled for the day, and that they should revise the materials they'd covered in the last three classes. Ocellus and Sandbar had been ready to go to the library and do just that, but Smolder and Silverstream had shared had a mischievous, knowing grin, and suggested something else.

And so, half an hour later, Yona's room had been filled with ten waterbottles per creature, an extra large tub of lube, and a bunch of friends throwing aside their inhibitions. The hours had passed by, and the room had grown more and more infused with the reek of sex. Finally exhausted and declaring it to be a success, everyone had curled up on the floor or bed and rested their head and their eyes. It had been grand.

The grin refused to leave Gallus' beak. Somehow, these eclectic characters, his friends, had brought things into his life that he'd never known he wanted. He'd known about ponies before he'd left Griffonstone, with the stories brought back from the west, but yaks, Changelings, and hippogriffs? They'd eluded him, and now they were the creatures who'd shaped his life more than almost any griffon he'd ever known. Boundless enthusiasm, stalwart determination, careful consideration - none of these were things he'd have learned in Griffonstone. Then again, what were the odds that Smolder would've learned generosity to temper her fierceness, or that Silverstream would've learned to stand up for herself to counter her overly accepting nature? Would Ocellus ever have found anyone who could've loved her for what she was, outside of her isolated community, and showed her that her nature wasn't that of Chrysalis? What would they have done if they'd stayed where they were in life and never met?

He couldn't think of a better collection of creatures to spend his time with.

His claw reached across to brush at Silverstream's barrel, earning a soft, appreciative murmur, and she reached up to hold onto him. He felt an urge to lean over and kiss her, but decided against it. There were better times for that. For now, he was happy to have the girl hold his claw to her chest as she slept, his arm draped over the snoozing pony between them. This was nice, this nexus they'd created. Yawning, he settled his head down on the pillow, closed his eyes, and let the peace of darkness ensconce him.

This was where he belonged. This is where they all belonged.

They were home.