Author's Note

This chapter contains some very gay, very rough, very kinky sex between two otherwise platonic friends. Kinks include anal, cumplay, pseudo-footjobs, rimming, and some substantial d/s stuff. If any of that disgusts you, you've been warned.

If, for whatever reason, you find yourself in this situation, please remember to give your sub aftercare. It's not in the fic just to be cute; sub drop can be pretty bad, and it's important to look after your partner. Also, always use a safeword; it isn't covered here, but let's assume they had a safeword in case the action got too intense.

Pre-orgy status 2: Smashing Sandbar

Time until orgy: T-minus 142 days

"You do what?!" Silverstream exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with boundless wonder. She held a tightly clenched claw to her cheek in excitement, her entire body practically glowing with excited energy at making another wonderful discovery. Her voice carried across Ponyville's quiet, snow-smothered streets, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the market town.

"We have a festival to see off winter," Sandbar answered, as interested in sharing the information as the hippogriff was in hearing it. "It's called Winter Wrap Up. Every year, at the end of the winter season, the citizens of Ponyville come together and shovel away the snow, clear away the heavy clouds, welcome the hibernating creatures back into the spring, and plant the crops. It's all done manually, and everything we get that year is a direct result of our efforts."

"That's so cool!" the feathery girl cooed, gushing at the traditions of the town. "Can hippogriffs take part too? Can any creature volunteer? Imagine being the one to wake up a warren full of bunnies!" She squeed at the mental image, dancing a little jig in place and falling several paces behind the group.

"Yona best at clearing snow," the yak declared, looking around at the fluffy white covering of the town. "Yaks not take entire day to clear snow. Snow always around in Yakyakistan, and yaks clear it in one hour. Yona could clear entire town in single day by herself."

"Why?" Gallus asked the earth pony. "It's not like animals didn't wake up from hibernation before ponies thought to wake them up, or that the snow wouldn't melt on its own."

"Tradition," Sandbar answered simply. "It brings the community together and gives us a sense of belonging and value." Gallus couldn't argue with that.

"They could afford to do it sooner," Smolder grumbled, her arms wrapped tightly around her. While the others were wearing a scarf, or a scarf and a woolly hat in Ocellus' case, the dragon was ensconced in a thick winter jacket and furry boots, a bitter frown decorating her face. The others chuckled at her grouching, walking their way towards the School, their hoof, paw, and claw steps crunching the snow beneath them.

They'd just gotten past the town square when the dragon made a sharp diversion towards one of the buildings. Looking over to their striding friend, the group realised where she was heading, and altered their course to intercept her.

"Smolder, wait!" Ocellus called out, trotting to try and catch up. "It's three o'clock in the afternoon!"

"Then we'll drink for two hours until it's time to drink," the dragoness retorted, yanking open the door and stepping into the tavern. The others had no choice but to follow her.

Cautiously entering the sparsely populated interior, they made an effort to shut the door quickly, pulling Yona through the comparatively tiny doorway so that they could keep the room in its toasty state. With the door shoved shut, the gentle heat of the tavern surrounded them fully, drawing a contented sigh from Smolder as she strode towards the bar, pulling off her gloves as she walked. The pony behind the bar eyed up the newcomers, rubbing down a glass with a dishcloth. The dragon rested an arm on the polished wood and glanced at the selection of bottles adorning the shelves.

"Hey, barkeep," she called out to the pony. "Can I get a half-pint of whisky, a stein of mead, three pints of whatever beer's on tap, and a shandy?" The bartender looked between her and the assortment of creatures accompanying her before shrugging and placing the glass down.

"That'll be thirty five bits," he warned the scaled customer, who reached into her coat pocket, withdrew the requisite number of coins, and let them clatter onto the wooden bartop. Scooping them across to him, the pony pocketed the payment and set about pouring out the orders.

"Happy Hearth's Warming," the dragon declared to her companions, turning round to face them. "Yeah, I know it was last month. Sue me."

"Better late than never," Silverstream chirped, picking out a table nearest the crackling fireplace and settling into a chair. Sandbar and Ocellus joined her, and Gallus squeezed his way past to sit on the chair next to the hippogriff. Yona plonked herself noisily on the floor, rattling the shelf behind the bar. The few other patrons glanced around in alarm, but the students ignored it, focusing their attention on the dragon as she made her way towards the table with the assortment of drinks.

"What are we gonna toast?" Sandbar asked, receiving his pint and glancing around at the others.

"The new year?" the changeling suggested, pulling her shandy towards her.

"Good times with friends?" Yona proposed, cradling her stein proudly.

"To new experiences?" Silverstream interjected, dipping a claw in her beer experimentally.

"How about..." Smolder drummed her claws on the table. "To the new year, and doing new things with friends?" She raised her whisky, and the others echoed her sentiment, clinking their glasses together before taking a drink. The dragon hummed as the spirit sloshed into her stomach, burning its path down her throat. "You guys make the cold bearable." She waited for the aww's and the thanks to die down before she added, "But the alcohol helps. A lot."

"But mostly us, right?" Ocellus asked, sipping tepidly at her own drink.

"Yeah, of course," Smolder replied. "I'm only here for one drink to keep me warm. You guys are the other 90%."

Two hours later, Smolder declared it was time to start drinking. The others voiced their agreement, pushing aside the empty glasses and tossing their bits into the middle for whoever was going to purchase the next round. It had been someone's, they knew, but no one was actually keeping track. Smolder had bought the first round, but that was a belated Hearth's Warming gift, so that hadn't counted. Ocellus had purchased Smolder another drink afterwards as thanks for the previous round, and Silverstream had done the same, so those hadn't counted either. Gallus had received a drink from Silverstream, he'd returned the favour, and then Yona had bought the entire table a round because, according to her, "Yaks know good things should be shared", and "Sharing makes friends happy."

Surprisingly, Sandbar seemed to be the one out of all of them who could handle his drink the best. Maybe it was because he was an earth pony, or maybe it was because he was the one out of all of them who actually had the most access to alcohol, but he was the only one who wasn't noticeably affected when five o'clock rolled around. Ocellus was in a near-constant state of giggles, Yona was humming Yak folk songs to herself, Smolder was smiling just a little more than usual, and Silverstream was just about swaying in her seat. Even Gallus found himself inexplicably more upbeat, his body and mind tingling with the familiar and comfortable sensation of being buzzed.

Halfway through whatever round they'd gotten to by that point, Sandbar excused himself to head to the toilet, and Gallus' eyes fell onto the pony's rump, watching as the green-hued tush moved in accordance with Sandbar's gait. The griffon spied the subtle ripples of the muscle working underneath, and had to fight back the urge to lick his beak. Pushing back his chair, the cat-bird followed his pony friend out of sight of the others. The door was still swinging closed when he rounded the corner, and the griffon managed to close the distance in a quick trot before it shut fully, stopping it with a claw and pushing it wide open.

"Hey," Gallus greeted with a smirk, stepping into the small room. Sandbar looked around, stopping in his tracks and turning to face his friend.

"Hey," he replied, quirking an eyebrow. "We just saw each other, you don't need to say hi again."

"You left the table, and now I'm seeing you again," Gallus countered, stepping nonchalantly towards the pony. "You're meant to say hi to your friends when you see them again, right?"

"Well....yeah, I suppose so," Sandbar answered, frowning. "Not sure it counts if it's only been a few seconds..."

"Details," the griffon responded dismissively. "I haven't seen you since school broke up for the winter vacation. A whole year ago."

"Last year," Sandbar corrected.

"That's what I said. A year ago."

"A couple of months ago."

"I think that's enough time to issue another 'hey' and ask how a friend is doing, don't you?"

"Sure, but we spent an hour at Ponyville train station waiting for everyone to arrive, and we've spent hours here. You asked me how I was doing then."

"Yeah, I did," Gallus confirmed, stepping right up to the pony. "But that was in public, and I couldn't do this in public." Pre-empting Sandbar's inevitable questions, the griffon reached up with a claw to scratch the back of the former's head. The effect was immediate, the earth pony's eyes closing and his body visibly relaxing. A low hum vibrated deep in his throat. "I figured that was something worth saving for just us two."

"Yeah..." Sandbar agreed. "You were right about that." He pushed his head into Gallus' affectionate stroking, moving with the scratching of the talons against his coat. Wherever the feathered quadruped touched, the muscles loosened and relaxed, leaving a weightlessness in its place.

"I usually am," his blue friend snarked, earning a small snort of amusement. He stayed silent, other than his deep breathing, occasional sighs, and soft whimpers.

"It's good to see you again," the pony murmured, opening his eyes back up. Gallus' talons had meandered their way through Sandbar's mane, scritching at the top of his head.

"Been thinking about me for the last year?"

"Last month."

"Same difference." The two chuckled softly before resuming their tender silence. "I've been thinking about you. On the train ride here, I was thinking about you a lot."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Spending all winter with a bunch of grouchy griffons really makes you appreciate how good it is to see your friends. Especially the cute ones."

"You didn't say anything when you got off the train."

"Griffons aren't known for their ability to express things."

"So what changed?"

"Alcohol and time to think. And I've been thinking about maybe picking up where we left off last time."

"Last time? You mean...?" The green boy looked up to Gallus' grinning face. "I didn't know if that was-"

"A one time thing?" the griffon finished. "I never said that. I said I'm not exclusive. Doesn't mean we can't have fun together. Last time was pretty good, so why stop a good thing?"

"I'm glad, but..." He gestured with his hoof between Gallus and the bathroom door. "Well, I thought you and Silverstream were, you know..." The feathered boy stared at him with an expression of mild incredulity.

"Did you miss the part where I just reminded you that I'm not exclusive?"

"Well...no, but...you were being a bit more than just friendly with her today."

"You noticed that?" The cat-bird's voice dropped into uncertainty for a moment, and he looked awkwardly surprised.

"Dude, I felt it," Sandbar informed him. "You kept moving the wrong hindleg and brushing against mine under the table instead of hers. I looked over at one point and you were scratching the back of her head. Which reminds me..." He extended his neck for the griffon, who sighed internally and resumed his tender touching. The pony's muzzle stretched into a pleased smile, and he continued. "She brushed you with her tail when she got you a drink, you locked eyes with her when you got her a drink - and her voice was definitely flirty when she said thanks - and you've both been playing hoofsies under the table since drink one and a half."

"Do you think the others saw?"

"Maybe? I don't think they're noticing too much at the moment."

"Good point." He rubbed the pony's ear between two digits, flicking the tip casually as he massaged and caressed the fluffy triangle.

"If you've got anything planned with her, I don't want to-"

"Do you want me to spend the evening with her?" Gallus cut in, exasperation creeping into his voice. "I mean, that does sound like fun." He stopped his kneading and retracted his claw, pulling a whimpering whine from Sandbar as he did so. "Sure, I was planning to start the new bottle of lube with you, and I was hoping to share my first tumble of the year with you, but if you'd prefer to pass that on to Silverstream, I won't force you." The pony's mouth gaped, but before he could speak, the griffon turned as if to leave. "Such a shame. I saved up all for you, too." His tail flicked up, exposing his two dangling jewels, plump with at least a week's worth of cream.

"No, wait!" Sandbar pleaded, the teasing breaking the pony's resolve. All the doubts in his mind fled in that instant. "I want it! I want to be your first tumble of the year, I want to be the one you open the lube with!" He bit his lower lip, face burning red as he reduced himself to a begging, needy slut. "I...I want to be the one you rub hindlegs with..."

"You want it?" Gallus asked, turning back to face his friend. There was an intensity to his gaze now, something new and fierce. Sandbar swallowed, cowed by the look he was receiving.

"Yes."

"You want to be my little bitch for tonight?"

"Yes, I do."

"You want me to knot you? To force you down on my dick and breed you until I'm drained, and you're absolutely flooded?"

"Oh, Celestia, yes, I do!"

"You want me to empty your balls until your orgasms are completely dry?"

"Y-yes! Yes I do!"

"I bet you'd let me fuck you here with no lube, wouldn't you? I'd just need to drag you into a stall and bend you over."

Silence. The pony looked down in shame, his cheek ablaze. Several seconds passed, and then several more, until a claw hooked itself under his chin and forced him to look up. A pair of sky-blue orbs stared him down.

"I asked you a question, bitch."

"...yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Y-yes sir. I would let you."

"Good boy." The grip loosened, and Gallus used his thumb to stroke Sandbar's cheek. "See you back at the table. Try not to come back with a stiffy." Casting his red-faced friend a wink, the griffon turned and strode out of the bathroom, leaving the sole occupant alone with his thoughts, a troublesome erection, and a full bladder. He tried to curse the fluffy, feathered, hunky griffon, but couldn't put his heart into it.

Leaving the door to swing shut behind him, Gallus began his proud stride back towards the table, but was stopped after a couple of steps by something grabbing his hindleg. Looking over his shoulder, he found himself facing the other feathery figure from his friendship group.

"Hey," the hippogriff greeted, smiling widely at him. "I happened to be walking past when you came out of the restroom, what good timing!" When she dragged him to the side, he began to doubt that she'd just happened upon him outside of the toilets.

"Yeah, pretty convenient," the griffon agreed, his chuckle falling well short of sincerity. "I would've been back at the table though, so-"

"There are other creatures at the table," she interrupted cheerily, slurring her words a little. "I wanted to talk to you. You're the creature I want to talk to right now."

"Oh. Yeah, talking is good. I'm cool with that. But, uh, we could talk at the table."

"Yeah, but we can't do this at the table."

Gallus was impressed with how swift and co-ordinated Silverstream could be even when drunk. He wasn't even entirely sure when the kiss started. One second she was looking at him with unmistakable lust, and the next his vision was filled with the pink of her forehead and the blue of her mane, her claw placed on the back of his head to guide and steady the exchange of passion. It took him a second or two to recover from being caught off-guard, but then he sank into the kiss, sliding one of his claws up her side towards her neck, which he began to scratch softly. She whined into the kiss, pulling him deeper and gripping him more tightly.

It took several minutes before she broke away, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Their beaks remained slightly parted, the two of them dragging in some much needed air.

"I missed you," she whispered, burying her head in his neck and purring softly. Her breath brushed through his coat, followed by her beak as she planted a flurry of soft kisses against his skin.

"I missed you too," he admitted, stroking her head. "Griffonstone has gotten better, but it's great being back here with you guys. You especially." He felt her smile at that extra detail.

"I could use some help unpacking," she suggested, pulling her head back to look him in the eyes. "It's only a couple of things, so that'll take not even five minutes. After that, we could just spend some time together. Just me and you." She batted her eyes playfully.

"I'm a bit busy tonight, sorry," the griffon apologised, seeing her face fall just a little. "But I can help you all you want tomorrow. I'll clear my schedule."

"Really?" Her eyes brimmed with joy and her expression lifted. He nodded, smiling along with her.

"Really," he confirmed. "Just me and you. We have a lot of catching up to do." The hippogriff leaned in for another kiss-

BANG!

The bathroom door slammed shut, the loud noise prompting the two of them to leap apart in a frightened panic. Looking to see what had caused the disturbance, they were met with their mutual earth pony friend, who blushed, whistled, and glanced away, pointedly avoiding looking in their direction. Once he'd rounded the corner, Silverstream broke the awkward silence.

"Um...see you at the table?"

"Yeah...see you at the table."

"Okay." She didn't move. Neither did Gallus. A few seconds later, she added, "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow." She leaned in and pecked a quick kiss on his cheek before heading into the girl's bathroom, leaving the griffon alone with her lingering touch. Even through the buzz of the alcohol, it burned hotter, and he couldn't quite stop himself from grinning, even as he made his way back to the table. Tomorrow was looking promising, but tonight-

Tonight was looking to be very, very fun indeed. When six o'clock rolled around, the six of them had decided to call it a day and finish the walk to the School, walking in something approximating a straight line towards the dormitories. Gallus had asked for ten minutes to get his room in order, and Sandbar had taken the time to prepare for the evening ahead. The poor stallion probably hadn't expected to be brought into Gallus' room to find rope attached to the two top corners of the bed. When questioned, Gallus had just nudged the pony onto the bed and laconically replied that he was trying out a new kink.

Twenty five minutes later, with the pony writhing in place, his forelimbs tied above his head and his cock achingly hard, leaking pre-cum like a loose tap, the griffon decided to declare the experiment a success. There was a new layer of enjoyment in holding his partner at bay, having them cede complete control to him. Sandbar couldn't get himself off, and he couldn't stop Gallus from doing anything. The griffon was utterly in charge; he held all the power, and that knowledge was invigorating. Witnessing the effect he had on the panting, whimpering pony, and knowing that it was his action and his decisions causing that effect, it was a whole new level of hot.

"Is this better than playing hoofsies under the table?" Gallus asked with a smirk. Laying on his back, propping himself up on his elbows, he stroked Sandbar's shaft with his paws, slick with the copious amount of leakage. The soft pads and the fluff were a surprisingly pleasant combination against the hot cockflesh, the barest movements coaxing more watery pre from the diamond hard-prick.

"So much better," the stallion replied, a chuckle breaking through the panting. "Hooves don't feel anywhere near this good. I don't know if I'll ever be able to masturbate again." He lay his head back on the pillow, his visage morphing into a gallery of pleasure. He gasped, he gawked, he craned back his head, he bit his bottom lip, he pressed his lips together tightly, he squeezed his eyes shut, he gazed in awe. Every sensation that coursed through the pony, every pulse or pang of pleasure, every spark of stimulation, all of it was telegraphed to Gallus.

"Even better than my claws?" the griffon questioned, synchronising the movement of his hindlegs so that his paws moved parallel to each other, lifting and falling in slow, steady sweeps. Sandbar sucked in a breath and nodded, his rump rising a little from the bed.

"S-softer," he panted, jerking his lower half upwards to try and eke more satisfaction from the griffon's measured pawjob. "I think I've found my new favourite thing." If his dick was anything to go by, that certainly seemed true. Other than the sea of excitement glazing his schlong like early morning dew, his glans was flaring and the pole was flexing and throbbing, a sure sign that the pony was well on his way to release.

"Perfect for doing this, don'tcha think?" Gallus asked knowingly, deciding to act on his sub's bliss. Shifting one of the paws upwards to graze the prick's plateau, knowing just how sensitive it would be, the griffon stirred his padded underside in deliberate circles. He needed only to use a feather-light touch and the most modest of movements to elicit a sharp gasp from his friend.

"It's too good," the earth pony warned, wriggling his hips. "Oh, Celestia, if you keep touching me like that-"

"You get to blow your load when I say you do," the winged teenager rebuked the stallion brusquely, purposefully shoveling a level of gravel into his tone. The terse reminder caused the pony to shrink a little, leaving him whimpering as the dom continued to toy with him. "How much do you want it? How much do you want release?"

"S-so much!" Sandbar whined. "I need it! I really need it!"

"I need it...?"

"I...I..." There was hesitation.

"You know what you have to say."

"I-I know, but...it's...it's awkward..."

"There's no 'but' here - there's a choice, and there's consequences to those choices. You either want it or you don't."

"...I need it...m-my..." There was still some reluctance, but it was fading away in the face of the promise of the permission that the pony so desperately wanted, and so clearly needed. "M-my...my..." He was so close; all he needed was a little push.

"Disappointing," the griffon tutted, slowly retreating from Sandbar's meat. As in the tavern, the pony's eyes widened at the prospect of his opportunity being taken away from him.

"My alpha!" he cried out, thrusting his hips up and causing his cock to swing in arc. Stringy pre-cum sloped through the air before breaking and sticking to everything it touched. "I need it, my alpha! Please, please let me finish! Please!"

"You belong to me, don't you?"

"Yes sir! You're my alpha, I belong to you!"

"And what are you?"

"I-I'm yours! Whatever you need me to be; I'm your bitch, your slut, your sub, your whore, your serf! I belong to you, sir!"

Fuck yeah, the griffon thought, the swell of his ego nudging the grin onto his beak. Now this is something I could get used to. Can't believe what I've been missing.

"Good boy," he congratulated, returning his padded paws to their previous position. "For being such an honest little serf, you get to cum." This time, the circling motions were fast and the touch was firm, the time for teasing well and truly past. Now it was about reaping the rewards of his hard work up to this point. "Cum for your alpha."

And what a reward it was! Gallus had never heard Sandbar cry out in such a way, the pleasure forcing the air from the stallion's lungs as his back arched and he pushed his pelvis upwards urgently, his cock erupting like a volcano. The first jet hit the paw above with such force that it spattered in all directions, coating Sandbar's belly, the bedsheets, and the two quadrupedal creatures' hindlegs in strings and droplets of jizz. The griffon kept up his spherical stroking, intercepting the second ejaculation mid-shot as his foot passed over the pony's dickhole, leaving an arc of spunk to come crashing down around them and drenching the sides and top of his fluffy appendage in the thick white cream. Round and round the cat-bird dragged his paw, smearing Sandbar's semen across the seed-spurting corona of the pony's prick, until both his friend's dick and his own perambulatory appendage were glazed in the sexual produce.

After the first five fountainous expulsions, the stallion's shots eased off into smaller jets and streams, splashing hotly against their bodies and staining their fur. Neither cared, both of them dedicated to riding out Sandbar's euphoric orgasm for as long as they could. When all that was left were dribbles and the weak oozing that came at the tail-end of a climax, the griffon lowered his foot and began to jerk off the pony once more, pushing his friend to release just a little bit more. He succeeded, the slick, goo-coated wang squeezing out a particularly pearly dollop of ball batter.

"Someone was pent up," the dom snickered, observing the mess made on his body. Both of his hindlegs were decorated in a depraved patchwork of white, the gooey mess dispersed unevenly across his blue coat, but the most heavily covered part of him was the foot that had been playing across the sensitive glans. The topside of his paw was perversely slathered in messy stripes, and every time he flexed his toes, he felt the spunk between them squish and ooze, turning frothy from his interaction. The bottom of his paw was absolutely glazed in a slurry of the stallion's sticky fluids, with viscous, stringy ropes of spooge dangling from his pads. "You made a mess, now clean it."

Sandbar didn't hear most of what Gallus had said, still recovering from the rush of his orgasm, but the words did eventually penetrate the swirling haze of his mind and register. When he looked up, the griffon had shifted closer, holding his cum-coated paw above the pony's muzzle expectantly. For a few long seconds, the stallion stared, unsure of what he should do. Of course, there was only one thing he could do, and so, curiously and cautiously, he extended his tongue, meeting a drooping strand of his own load. The taste wasn't unpleasant, and he opened his maw wider to lick in broad strokes, the ropes of his ejaculate pooling on his tongue.

The griffon watched on with an excited contentment, the sight of the pony obediently lapping at his foot to clean it of the mess sending a delightful thrill through him. The process was as surprisingly pleasant as it was thorough, the brushing of the wet, warm muscle against his luxuriously soft pads and his supple skin tingling and relaxing him. He'd never really given much thought to that part of the body - he'd only found out that hoof massages were a thing after he'd arrived in Ponyville - but there was something immeasurably gratifying about having another creature service him in a way that shouldn't be sexual, and yet was. Maybe it was the non-sexual aspect of it that made it so sexy? To have someone else submit in a sexual context in a way that wasn't conducive to sex? Or perhaps it was the self-abasement, the willful submission of another to doing something as filthy as cleaning their own seed from his body. The way his cock stirred at that thought told him that that was it; he loved having his partner forego their own dignity to please him, to show them just how devoted they were to his pleasure.

Those thoughts occupied Gallus' mind as Sandbar cleaned the base of his foot and worked upwards, dutifully slipping his tongue between the griffon's toes to lap up the creamy deposits that had dribbled down. Moving around to the sides, and then the upside, the pony left the griffon's entire appendage sparkling clean, wiping all traces of his jizz from the blue coat of his friend. Looking up for approval, the griffon grinned and switched paws, tapping the stallion on the muzzle playfully as he did so. Luckily, the cleanup for that leg was far less, and soon enough, he was done, earning a nod from his dom.

"Excellent job, boy," Gallus commented, sitting himself up. "I'm gonna untie you. But while I do..." He crawled forwards until he'd reached the headboard, his toned ass perched right above Sandbar's head. With a grin, he lowered himself until he met the pony's muzzle. "Be a good little serf and eat my ass."

The words were barely out of the griffon's beak before he felt the hot, heavy presence of the stallion's tongue dragging wetly across his anus, the unmistakable texture pushing firmly against his ring as it slid through his crack. For a moment, the blue male paused, frozen in surprise at the sheer willingness and reaction of his friend to do something so naughty. The hot breath against his sphincter made his eyes flutter a little, and he struggled to not gyrate against Sandbar's face as the tongue slurped down his taint before returning to press at his pucker. The repetitive licking was insistent and demanding, following an ordained path that worked as much to relax the feathered teen as it did to turn him on. If there was one thing that was becoming apparent about this encounter, it was that Sandbar had a very talented tongue, and an implacable appetite.

So proficient was the stallion, in fact, that Gallus momentarily forgot that he was supposed to be doing something other than basking in the lascivious tongue-lashing, opting instead to sit there for several long seconds before his awareness kicked in and reminded him that, yes, he was supposed to actually be untying his friend. Even so, he lifted his forelimb slowly, leaning his upper body towards the leftmost rope first, and letting his claw drift lethargically to the knot. It was difficult to focus on loosening the bind with the huffing of hot breath against his saliva-slick asshole, and the firm slurping that accompanied it - or at least that was the excuse he was using for taking his sweet time. It wasn't like the pony was going to complain anyway, not if the frantic oral flittering below was anything to go on.

When the first rope was loosened, Gallus leaned in the other direction, picking at the tie lazily while the pony continued to slobber and sloppily make a meal of his rear. He'd known Sandbar could be submissive, but this was a whole new dimension, and it was as surprising as it was welcome. He wondered if other creatures were as perversely eager as the stallion, his mind ticking through some of his other friends.

With both ropes untied, the griffon eased his way backwards, removing his rump from his friend's face and giving the latter room to breathe. He noted, with no small amount of satisfaction, a ravenous look in Sandbar's eyes, the pony tracking his movements as he pulled back to his previous position.

"On all fours," he ordered, his eyes remaining glued to the stallion's posterior as it was raised upwards. Sandbar's front lay plush against the sheets, his back curved to lift his rump into a prime position for ravaging and his hindlegs spread wide enough to expose his fuzzy coin purse. His cock was rigid again, twitching with the beat of his heart and curving slightly against gravity towards his belly.

Gallus wasn't a mountaineer or a prospector, but he knew that he was going to mount that peak and stake his claim.

That would come later. For the time being, the griffon sat himself behind his friend and wrapped a claw around the thick rod hanging between the pony's legs, beginning a slow pumping as his beak sought out the stallion's buttocks, nipping at the cushiony cheeks and reveling in the coos and the throaty purr it drew from the other male. He kept the pressure light and consistent - both the stroking and the nibbling - to start, easing the stallion into a relaxed daze, sating Sandbar's desire to be touched and pleased just enough to draw the pony into a dreamy stupour. It was the nearest thing to hypnosis that Gallus could manage, and the only thing that stopped him from being immensely smug about it was that he only knew for certain that it worked on Sandbar; Silverstream was far too energetic to be satiated by anything less than his full attention.

The griffon moved his head further inwards, brushing his beak against one of Sandbar's heavy nuts, feeling it lift a little in response. He could imagine the sphere filling with thick, salty semen, the pony's body undoubtedly hurrying to produce more after his last explosive climax. Gallus was happy with that; the more Sandbar's drooping factories created, the more the athletic teenager would be able to wring from his friend. The visual image of Sandbar gushing and drooling and streaming onto the bed, pushed to the depths of depravity by Gallus' own doing, pulled a low murmur from the griffon, the noise vibrating in his throat. He slid his tongue across the surface of Sandbar's sack, dragging across the smooth flesh and feeling the contour of the pony's large gonads, swiping upwards and around each one in turn.

The blue male's tongue slowed as it travelled upwards, spending a good portion of time teasing the sensitive orbs above the pony's drooling member, teasing more pre from them to dribble in a thin stream onto the bed below. Drawing his tongue up Sandbar's taint, Gallus inched his way ever closer to the pony's backdoor, stopping short of actually touching it. He worked back and forth, creeping closer with every pass and withdrawing like a slow, rolling tide. He flattened out his tongue and swept it slowly upwards, teasing the pony's sensitive skin as he crawled slowly and deliberately towards Sandbar's exposed, flexing fuckhole. He knew the green-coated submissive could feel the Gallus' breath against his barrier, could feel just how near the griffon was to satiating that desperate, nagging need. All it took was to flick his tongue upwards, taking care to avoid brushing against Sandbar's wrinkled rotunda, and work his way back downwards with the underside of his tongue to draw a shiver and a sigh from his friend.

When Sandbar's legs started to tremble and his hips began revolving in restrained shifts, that's when Gallus finally acquiesced to the pony's desires and graced him with the contact he so desperately wanted. Winding his tongue around the circumference of Sandbar's testicles one last time, the winged dom finally conceded and climbed his tongue upwards, not halting himself before he passed over the bump between Sandbar's cheeks. A coo reached the griffon's ears, and he focused his tonguework on the wrinkled ring, running up and down in measured sweeps and receiving a flow of gentle vocalisations to encourage him along. The pony's rear followed his friend's ministrations, lifting slightly as Gallus swiped up and returning to its previous position on the subsequent downstroke. The subtle, repetitive gyration wasn't lost on the griffon, who added a little more pressure as he passed across Sandbar's star just to eek an involuntary shudder from the subby earth pony.

Touching the tip of his tongue to Sandbar's dock, Gallus started circling around the raised ring, tracing an elliptical path around the very edge of the equine's sphincter. He started in a wide orbit, quickly narrowing his drift in a spiral towards the epicenter of the stallion's backdoor. Swirling clockwise, then counter-clockwise, then clockwise again, switching whenever the thought occurred to him to do so, Gallus felt out the creases and the folds of his partner's rim, indulging himself with disciplined enthusiasm. He was going to play his part as an attentive master, and his rimjob - as thorough and willing as it was - was reflective of that. He was in complete control, even while he mapped out the texture and topography of the ponut before him. Sliding to the centre of Sandbar's asshole, he wiggled a couple of centimeters inside, flexing his appendage against the instinctive squeeze from the pony's muscles and drawing a hitched intake of breath from his friend.

That was an unmistakable sign.

Withdrawing his face from the equine's rump, the griffon opened his beak and slipped two fingers into his maw, drooling as much saliva as he could in order to soak the digits. His target was already coated in a layer of oral lubricant, something which stayed the cat-bird's gaze as he slickened his claws, but it was hard to have too much, especially given that he was planning to ramp things up a notch. Besides, adding fluids and making a mess was half the fun. Satisfied at his state of preparedness, Gallus pulled his claws away from his gob and stroked them up and down Sandbar's taint, dragging them in slow strides ever closer to their final destination. A few laps of the track, and Gallus pressed one finger against the elastic ring, tapping it gently to tease his pony slut. The whimper confirmed that his tactic was working.

"Good boys get stuffed," Gallus spoke up, his tone husky and deep. After the feminine noises coming from Sandbar for the past ten minutes, it was a delightfully masculine addition to the bedroom. "You haven't thanked me for tasting you. Maybe you should - if you want me to continue giving you what you want, of course."

"Thank you for tasting me, sir," the pony spoke up immediately, his voice, marred by breathlessness, making its way to the griffon from between his spring green hindlegs. "I don't deserve someone as - OH!"

The first finger sank readily into the hot, squeezing confines of Sandbar's ass, plunging through the token resistance of his backdoor's defences. Gallus took the initiative as soon as he'd heard the first few words, not wanting anything poetic or ostentatious. He'd had enough of that tonight, and hearing the surprised yelp of unexpected pleasure was satisfying enough. A few teasing strokes later, the griffon eased his second finger beside the first, sinking both digits deep into Sandbar's ass at a steady but persistent rate. The pony clenched, but accepted the gentle stretching, rapidly growing used to the intrusion. Their presence inside him wasn't entirely unfamiliar, after all.

Quickly finding the bump he was looking for a short way down his sub's passage, Gallus curled his fingers inwards, caressing the sensitive bulb in short, deliberate swipes. The contact caused the pony to shudder, his pick straining upwards towards his stomach and growing more turgid. The griffon kept his hold on the drooling horsecock, his claw flicking back and forth in a blur as he jacked Sandbar ever closer towards his next climax. The twin sensations - the short, smooth circulating strokes against the stallion's prostate and the long jerking tugs along his engorged pride - climbed in intensity, sending Sandbar rocketing to that inexorable destination. The blue dom felt the tension building even as his claw sped up and down the leathery skin in his grip, passing over the beautiful ridge of the medial ring, and bumping against the expanding flare with every downward pass.

When the submissive colt peaked, it was hard and messy. Sandbar's voice hitched and his hips jerked as if confused between which source of pleasure he should maximise. Gallus worked on both, maintaining his powerful handjob and finger-fucking the stallion's asshole, abandoning the measured caresses for an aggressive probing that resulted in a powerful, vice-tight clenching around his intruding talons, and a bountiful feast for his ears and eyes. As Sandbar wailed in the ecstasy of his release, Gallus watched on to see the fruits of his efforts, gleefully observing the hot gush from the pulsing pipe in his grasp. Even after the volume of the first orgasm, the pony still had a lot of produce to give, and Gallus witnessed it spurt in a spate onto the bedsheets, each contraction coming fast enough that the cream practically flowed from Sandbar's cockhole in a continuous stream. The way the semen settled thickly on the sheets below reminded the griffon of a pool underneath a waterfall.

Once the flow had diminished from a river, to a stream, to a brook, Gallus removed his claws from the pony, the ones touching him inside and outside, and sat back to gaze upon the result. The fluffy teenage equine, rump raised in the air, tail resting against his own back, hindlegs quivering and dick throbbing weakly between them, a thin string of jizz bridging him and the bed, anus dilated and clenching around nothing - it was a job well done, alright, and it was delightful. Grinning, the griffon brought a claw down hard on his subby slut's buttocks, delivering a resounding slap to one cheek and then the other. Sandbar yelped, rudely yanked from his orgasmic high.

"On your front," the cat-bird snapped, his authoritative tone underpinnned by an excited, hungry playfulness. Playing with Sandbar like a toy had been spectacular, but his own physical desire had only built up as a result, and now it was baying, yowling for satisfaction. Grasping the cyan tail in a claw, the blue dom tugged downwards harshly, directing his plaything to lay down. Sandbar obeyed, letting his hindlegs fold underneath him until he was laying flat, his cock trapped between the bed and his stomach, and the sticky mess squishing into the underside of his coat. "Now, stay."

Hopping from the bed, Gallus trotted over to the cabinet and opened a drawer, painfully aware of the tumescence swinging heavily between his hindlegs. Trying to ignore the presence as much as he could, he rummaged around until he found the bottle he was looking for, pulled it out, and returned to his position behind Sandbar without shutting the drawer. Flicking open the cap, he leaned back to expose himself to the upturned bottle, impatiently squeezing the container to coax out the fluid within. After what felt like minutes, though it couldn't have been more than a few seconds, the transparent goop emerged, falling agonisingly slowly towards Gallus' tapered member, the griffon watching its progress with restless eyes. He squeezed the bottle harder, hurrying its fall. As it landed, his claw reached around to his member to slather it across his flesh, twitching as he made contact. Every nerve along his member buzzed with anticipation and need, and he was hot to the touch. Mindful not to accidentally nudge himself to the point of no return, the griffon swept his claw up and down, smoothing out the thick layer of glistening lubricant, adding more and more until his surface felt so slick it could only be described as waterlogged. Snapping the cap shut, he tossed the bottle carelessly aside and dropped atop his pony sub.

"Ready?" the griffon asked, slipping his slick pole into the pony's valley and gyrating, hotdogging the flushed stallion. It was so simple, but the near-frictionless gliding somehow stoked the fire in his loins into an inferno, and he very nearly gave in to his base desires. Resisting the urge with a shudder, he waited for Sandbar's confirmation. He had an image to uphold, after all.

"Yeah," his partner breathed, looking back with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Gallus sat upright, locking eyes with the stallion as his claw pushed his member downwards, the tip of his cock passing over the wrinkled ring and pressing against the centre of the earth pony's barrier. Sliding both claws up to Sandbar's waist, the griffon shoved forwards with his hips, his crown parting the exterior of Sandbar's rear entrance. There was little resistance after the earlier activities, and Gallus was able to sink his erection into the pony in a single stroke, delighting in the expressions that flashed across his partner's face. First came the widening eyes, and then the mouth followed suit, and then the eyes clenched shut. Classic, and no less wonderful a sight than the first time. It was something that didn't become cliche no matter how many times he witnessed it, Gallus found, bottoming out in the bottom's bottom with a small sigh.

Sandbar turned his head forward, and the griffon turned his attention to the sensations of his partner's body. The most obvious was the tightness around his cock, the clinging walls ensconcing his sheathed tool, and the squishy slickness afforded by his generous application of lubricant. It was hotter for that reason, too, the covering seeming to absorb the heat radiated by his favourite pony's passage. His rod flexed involuntarily, and the blue top acted on his body's urges, pulling out and letting the ridges of his underside drag against the other male's insides, drinking in the pony's long intake of breath that resulted. Stopping at his crown, Gallus shoved his hips forward again, watching his cock disappear into his lover with a lewd satisfaction, the elastic muscle stretching to accommodate his girth.

Leaning his body over the pony's, Gallus swiveled his hips, working into a steady rhythm, driving deep into Sandbar's bowels with every shift forwards. He quickly built up speed, refusing to sacrifice penetration as he upped his pace; every shove forwards went until his amber loins knocked against the pony's butt, and he pulled back to the base of his crown with every withdrawal. The rocking drew whimpers and whines from the sub, and strengthened the primal urges in Gallus until he let out a feral growl, his restraint withering under the rising boil of ineluctable lust. He slowly leaned closer, resting his chest against Sandbar's back, his crotch thumping into the pony's buttocks with a plap-plap-plap. His instincts started to prod at him, urging him to do more, to surrender his civility and embrace untrammeled carnality, and the faster he went, the stronger he sawed back and forth, the louder the demand became, growing to an angry yell as he rammed his pony partner.

"Your ass was made to be fucked by me, wasn't it?" he growled in Sandbar's ear, nipping at the triangle as he spoke. "Your body is mine to ravish, isn't it?" He made no effort to stop his claw as it travelled to the pony's throat and grasped, squeezing with just enough force that the pony couldn't escape. Sandbar's eyes widened, and the griffon caught a flash of fear, followed by a surge of excitement, a combination which spurred the dom to tighten his grip momentarily.

"Y-yes!" the pony forced out, struggling to answer amidst his heavy panting. Their eyes locked again, and Gallus sneered, a sadistic flourish of satisfaction coursing through him.

"You're my cum dumpster, aren't you?" he followed up, pressing a talon against the pony's cheek, the sharpness pricking his skin without breaking it. A confused flurry of emotions passed across the pony's face, but arousal won out, and he nodded as firmly as he could, confined by the griffons grasp. "Say it!"

"I'm your cum dumpster, sir!"

"Damn fucking straight you are!" The griffon released Sandbar's throat and swiftly moved his claw to grasp the pony's mane, yanking his head back. The pony yelped at the sudden sensation, the sharpness of the pain quickly overshadowed by the satisfaction of being so roughly manhandled. "Whose cum dump are you?"

"Y-yours, sir!"

"Whose cum dumpster are you?"

"G-Gallus', s-sir! I'm Gallus' cum dumpster!"

The dominant griffon pushed Sandbar's head back down, holding his muzzle to the bed as he began to plow the pony in earnest, plunging into the squirming, wailing stallion without any restraint. He rutted without a care, growling and snarling like a feral beast. Only when he felt the coiling pressure in his balls did he assert some level of restraint back on himself, pushing aside the haze of his lust to snap some last words to his partner.

"What's your purpose, serf? What are you good for?"

"I-I'm your cum dumpster, sir!"

"That's right, and now you're gonna live up to that." His rod swelled inside the pony, his knot fully expanded already. "Say my name, bitch!" With a savage thrust, he rammed his knot against the teenager's abused asshole, squeezing it past the token resistance and popping it past the pony's anal gate. Jackhammering in place, the griffon gripped Sandbar's neck as his climax crashed over him, his backed-up nuts releasing their creamy load, and jerking back and forth out of instinct. Gallus struggled to make sense of what was happening against the battering wash of hormones and chemicals flooding his brain, closing his eyes to avoid being completely overwhelmed.

His dick pulsated and pushed out jet after jet of ball batter into the male beneath him, every pulse feeling like he was hosing Sandbar's insides with a gallon per shot. He could make out Sandbar crying out his name, the sound pulling a grunt from the griffon as well as a tighter contraction, his dong flexing so hard it was bordering on uncomfortable. The sensations melded together into a powerful, pleasurable mass, his body collapsing atop the pony once more, shuddering as the cacophony melded into a staccato of aftershocks. Eventually, breathing ragged and limbs still unsteady, he opened his eyes and raised his head.

"Y-you alright?" he asked Sandbar, who looked back at him with a smile. The sight made the griffon grin again, his aggression sated by the mind-melting climax.

"Yeah," came the reply. "I feel g-great. Light. Floaty, sorta." The pony giggled adorably at that, and the griffon chuckled. "A little s-sore, but...really g-good."

"Good," Gallus answered, drifting his claws to Sandbar's sides. "Keep me updated, okay? Let me know...if you stop...feeling good."

"What do you mean?" the pony asked, looking back in confusion. "I feel...really good...right now."

"Yeah, I know," the griffon replied, stroking his friend softly. "But just...keep talking to me, alright? Let me know what's going through your head."

"Well, alright," the stallion agreed, still apparently unconvinced. "Breathing's easier again. Um...I'm enjoying having you on top of me." He shrugged and hummed a little, seemingly enjoying the moment. Half a minute later, he continued. "My neck's feeling a bit tender. I'm a little sleepy...no, not sleepy, exactly just..." He trailed off, and a frown started to form across his muzzle. "...I dunno. I don't...I..."

"Sandbar?"

"...I feel drained. Tired, but not physically. Sort of...emotionally." His frown deepened. "Gallus...I don't feel great."

"Hey, it's okay," the griffon spoke up, slipping his forelimbs underneath his friend to draw him into a hug. "Keep talking to me. That's important. What are you feeling?"

"I...I don't know. Upset? Hurt? Betrayed, for some reason?" Sandbar bit his lip, and started to wiggle. "Worthless? I feel...objectified." He slumped. "I feel like I'm just something for you to use. Like a toy that's gone out of fashion."

"You're not," Gallus assured him, scratching the pony's belly lightly, talons tracing affectionately across the soft coat. "You're my friend. You're not just a toy."

"...I'm not just a cum dumpster, am I?" Sandbar's voice was soft and distant, and almost pleading.

"No, of course not," the blue male answered, his tone assertive. "You're my friend. I care about you. What I said and what I did when we were having fun, that was a role we were filling. Both of us. We agreed to it. But right now, you're not my serf, you're not my bitch, you're not my slut. You're a close and dear friend." Cautiously, Gallus brushed his cheek against Sandbar's, gently making contact before turning and nuzzling the pony's neck, making sure to avoid touching the tip of his beak to any skin.

"Gallus?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you kiss me?"

The griffon didn't answer verbally. Instead, he brushed his beak against Sandbar's lips and let the two of them dance, finding their way around a slow, comforting embrace. It wasn't lustful or passionate, but it wasn't exactly sensual and romantic, either. It was compassionate and kind, and brimming with a soft, subtle love. The two of them held, keeping their movements slow, gradual, and co-ordinated, until Sandbar opted to break it. As he did, he smiled.

"Thanks," the pony murmured, blinking. Gallus noticed the tear roll down the spring green coat, and wiped the droplet away with a talon.

"Don't mention it," the blue boy replied.

"I'm sorry I...well, whatever that was. I feel really stupid."

"Why do you feel stupid?" the griffon asked. "It's not uncommon or anything. I probably should've warned you about it." It was his turn to frown. "I guess I should be sorry. I'm supposed to take care of you in this sort of situation."

"Don't be sorry," Sandbar rebuked. "I don't regret it. It's worth risking...whatever that was-"

"Sub drop."

"Sub drop? Okay, it's worth risking sub drop if you can make me feel like that." He yawned, then blinked as a thought occurred to him. "Where did you learn all this stuff, anyway?"

"Turns out there's a library in Griffonstone," Gallus answered, his grin only mildly underpinned by sheepishness. "I figured if I had to spend a holiday season there, I might as well learn something useful. It worked better than expected."

"Wow," Sandbar commented, grinning himself. "You're saying you actually enjoyed reading?"

"Pfft," Gallus dismissed, waving a claw. "I read so I could have fun later on. The reading was necessary, was all." He locked eyes with his friend. "I had fun. Did you?"

"You know it," Sandbar answered, his grin softening into a smile. "Thanks."

"Yeah, you too." The griffon leaned down to nuzzle his equine friend again. A few moments of comfortable silence passed. "I don't usually do this, but since it's belated Hearth's Warming, and you're my favourite pony...do you wanna...smooch some more? Just until my knot deflates."

"I think I'd like that," Sandbar answered, leaning upwards to make the kiss possible, and then stopped. "And...Gallus?"

"Yeah?"

"Happy belated Hearth's Warming."

The feathery teenager smiled, brushing his beak against Sanbar's lips before he answered in kind, his tone soft and the words murmured low enough for just the stallion to hear. "Happy belated Hearth's Warming."