She's All Yak (But He's Got That Sack)
And Some Other Great Parts, Too
It was only an hour until the Amity Ball, and Sandbar was in a tizzy. He was trying to decide between the navy blue bowtie or the black-striped necktie. On the one hoof, the blue coordinated really well with his green coat. On the other, the necktie seemed an extra level of fancy. He stared as the frantic-looking colt in the mirror swapped one piece of fabric for the other. Then back again. He just wanted to look nice for Yona. Maybe his friends could help him decide. He knew most everyone else was busy getting ready, but he knew Smolder would be in the lounge because he’d already asked her about his mane-do, whether to brush his tail, and if she knew Yona’s favorite color. He trotted out of his dorm down toward the lounge. As he entered, Smolder gave him an irritated look.
“What is it now?” the dragon complained. “You can’t find the right cologne or something?”
“No,” Sandbar said shaking his head. “I can’t decide which tie to- wait! Cologne? Should I be wearing some? What do you think yaks like? Because I wonder-“
“Shut up!” Smolder commanded harshly. “Holy crap, you worry about everything too much. Yona likes you. You like the yak. It’ll be fine.” She huffed out a smoky breath.
“But,” the earth pony protested before he was cut off by a warning claw.
“No but. I officially don’t care,” she said. “Not because I’m not your friend, but because you’re worrying over something stupid.” She rolled back into a slouched position on the couch. “You don’t believe me? Go ask my date. He wouldn’t care, either. He didn’t even ask me to wear a stupid dress or anything else cute.” The dragon blushed, which seemed odd. Sandbar spent a fraction of a second wondering about that before returning to his own anxiety.
“Oh, good idea!” he said, “Where is Gallus?”
The dragon shrugged. “He said he was heading down to see if the food was set up already.”
Sandbar nodded. He had enough time to make it to the gym and back with time to spare before the dance started.
Gallus grumbled as he walked around the brightly decorated gym. Stupid dance. Stupid ponies. Stupid certain straight pony in particular. He kicked at the ground.
“Oh hey!” the certain stupid pony said cheerily as he entered the gym. “Smolder said you might be here.”
Gallus gave a short laugh. His date. It wasn’t kind or honest, but he’d asked the dragon out just to beat Ocellus to the punch. If he couldn’t go with who he wanted, at least he’d get to hang out with someone snarky and cool. And he was sure Silverstream would have asked him if he hadn’t already partnered up. He shuddered at the thought of having to spend a whole evening discussing how party streamers looked different out of water. “Hey, Sandy,” he said in greeting.
The green pony took in the decorations. “Wow, they really did everything up nice,” he said. Ribbons and streamers filled the space. A banner crossed the center of the room.
“Yeah,” Gallus said, “Professors Pinkie and Rarity were getting everything set up earlier. They’re all off getting ready for the dance now, I guess.”
“Oh!” the pony said, “that’s what I’m here for.”
Gallus tilted his head to the side. “What?”
“I was hoping you could tell me which tie looks better.”
“…why me?” asked the griffon.
“Like you said. Every other creature is off getting themselves ready. And Smolder kinda made it clear I wasn’t allowed to keep bugging her about stuff.”
That sounded right. Gallus shrugged. He flapped his wings and carried himself to a nearby chair. He landed and gestured to the space in front of the seat. “Alright then, lemme see.”
Sandbar sat down on the ground in front of the griffon. He took a bit of fabric and wrapped it around his neck. He moved his hooves deftly, flipping and tying the fabric. After a moment a long, thin, striped tie hung from his neck.
Gallus grunted. The earth pony looked handsome. Sandbar always looked handsome, though, scruffy mane and all. Seeing him in clothes, though, brought the griffon’s feelings to a different level. “It’s nice,” he managed.
“Yeah?” Sandbar said, holding the end of the tie up. “You don’t think it clashes with my eyes?”
Those big, kind, green eyes. “Nah,” Gallus replied. “It’s cool. What’s the other option?”
Sandbar pulled the tie loose and set it aside. The pony pulled out a piece of fabric the color of Gallus’ wings. He pulled the fabric, making it stretch out, and he slid it over his head.
Gallus bit his tongue with his beak at the sight. He felt the stirrings of arousal. Stupid sexy straight stallion. “Elastic, huh?” he asked, deflecting for a moment to cover his reaction.
The green colt nodded. “Yeah. My mom says I should learn to tie a real bow tie, but those’re hard,” he said, shrugging.
Gallus felt something getting hard, too. He shifted his legs to keep from embarrassing himself in front of his sweet, clueless friend. “Uh-huh,” the griffon muttered noncommittally.
“Like, you’ve gotta be really good with knots,” the pony continued.
Fuck. Gallus felt his length pushing out of his furry sheath. “I’m pretty good with knots,” he said before he could stop himself.
Sandbar looked up at Gallus quizzically, then his gaze slowly drifted down and to the side. The pony’s eyes widened. Gallus felt himself blushing. Instead of running or screaming or yelling, though, Sandbar slowly looked back up at the griffon’s face. Gallus’ heart was racing. “You wanna see my favorite knot?” the griffon asked.
Sandbar slid forward on his haunches, inching closer to the griffon’s now fully-erect shaft. Gallus slid his legs down off the seat, giving Sandbar a better view. The pony’s cheeks took on a rosy hue. Sandbar gestured with a hoof to the lower portion of the griffon’s staff. “That’s it, I’m guessing?”
Gallus’ knot throbbed. “Yeah, bud.” Holy fuck, his best friend was right there, right next to his cock, sizing up his junk. Some mad impulse drove the griffon to reach out with one claw and grab the pony’s bow tie. “Why don’t you look a little closer?” He jerked the bowtie toward himself, over and behind his shaft. Sandbar’s muzzle pushed up into the firm, red flesh of the griffon’s cock. Sandbar’s eyes lidded softly and Gallus felt his friend inhale sharply. Not only was Sandbar not resisting—he was into it!
Gallus groaned, low and loud.
Sandbar echoed the sound, causing a shiver of excitement in the griffon. Gallus watched a large drop of precum slide off the tip of his dick and down towards the pony’s muzzle. “You smell nice,” Sandbar said, his voice thick with desire.
Gallus kept pulling, holding his friend in place. The griffon shuddered as Sandbar shifted downward, his nose nuzzling into the griffon’s furry sack. “Can I give it a taste?” the pony mumbled.
Gallus pulled the bowtie tightly, pulling Sandbar back up his shaft, and making the pony’s nose wrinkle from the pressure. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. He felt the smallest pressure from the pony’s tongue along the ridged underside of his cock. He shuddered. “Then let’s do it before the guests arrive!” he crowed.
With his muzzle pressed into the griffon’s cock, Sandbar could only open his mouth a fraction, but it was far enough to let the tip of his tongue brush Gallus’ length. Gallus pulled with the bowtie, guiding his friend’s tongue up until it collected the trail of clear fluid leaking from the tip.
* * * * *
Sandbar groaned. It was even better than he had dreamed. He had had his eyes on his griffon friend since he had bumped into that plush, blue rump on day one. He had hoofed off to thoughts of that round, shapely rear more times over the last year than he could remember. Gallus had always come across so haughty, and Sandbar had figured the griff wasn’t interested in him. Maybe it was just a griffon thing—like the extreme version of playing hard to get. But now, here, an hour before his date with a gorgeous, full-bodied yak, he was tasting griffon musk and lapping at sweet precum. Best of both worlds in one night, he thought.
Sandbar leaned down, inhaling the rugged, bold scent from the Gallus’ balls. He felt his own staff bounce in the air beneath him. He moved a hoof down to stroke himself. The griffon tugged the bowtie, pulling the pony’s head back up. Sandbar lapped the bead of sweet pre rolling down. He moaned happily. The pony pulled back down, resisting the griffon’s tugging pressure, and slid his tongue into the crevice between the griffon’s expanded knot and plump balls. Sandbar let his tongue play lightly on the tightly stretched skin of the griff’s sheath. It had a slightly bitter, salty tang.
“Aren’t you a kinky little colt?” Gallus asked with a small laugh. Sandbar eased up, letting his tongue drag along the round shape of the knot, bringing himself slowly towards the tip. The rich, deep musk flowed over his palette. He crested, collecting the fresh strand of sweet, clear liquid he found at the tip, and moved back down. He felt his own wetness spurt out across his hoof.
Gallus was panting. Sandbar started moving his head more quickly. “You like that?” he tried to ask. It came out as mumbled moaning with his face smashed into the griffon’s rock-hard member.
“Oh yeah!” Gallus crowed quietly, whether in answer to the pony’s query or just out of pure lust.
The griffon’s knot throbbed and shook. Sandbar felt himself flare. His hoof was becoming soaked with his own anticipation.
“Give it to me!” The pony commanded/mumbled.
As Sandbar began licking back up past Gallus’ knot, the griffon complied. A thick glob of griffon seed lurched up out of the slanted tip and splashed onto the pony’s bangs, dripping down onto his muzzle. A second strand of cum leapt straight up and landed at the end of Sandbar’s nose. It crept down into his mouth.
Sharp. Slick. Tangy. Rich. Salty. Griffon.
Sandbar felt his insides tighten.
A third burst of griff seed joined the second. Cum began leaking steadily out of the griffon’s tip, down onto Sandbar’s muzzle. He gathered what he could with his mouth. He felt it smear across his face.
Sandbar came. Colt cum splashed to the floor under the catbird’s chair. He wanted to watch himself, knowing that he was cumming extra hard after finally getting a taste of Gallus, but the griffon kept a tight grip on the bowtie. The pony satisfied himself instead by watching the griffon pour more and more seed onto his muzzle. The back of his neck was starting to hurt, but it barely registered over the rolling, clenching waves of his own orgasm.
Gallus drew a shaky breath as the pair’s orgasms slowed to a halt. “Wow,” he muttered, looking at his cum-streaked cock. He looked down on Sandbar, a wicked grin on his face. “Oh, boy! You should clean all this before they get here!”
Sandbar obliged happily. He decided he was definitely going with the bowtie for the dance.
Author's Note
To readers of my other stories: This little one-off doesn't fit in with the rest of my writing universe. I had to write this, though, after seeing the jcos pic.
To everyone: We always need more griffon/pony action AMIRIGHT?
