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                        Party Games                        
                    -by SuppressedAura-                    
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                        Party Games                        
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Party Games
“You know you only you had to do it once, right?”
Rumble finally stopped laughing, walking out of the kitchen area with everyone else. “Yeah,” Spike added, “How can you even drink that with a straight face…”
“I don’t know, but this is actually kinda good…”, said the colt’s older brother Thunderlane, who was sipping a mystery cocktail.
Rumble wiped a tear from his eye. “Dude, are you serious? You watched me put ketchup and hot sauce in there!” Gallus and Sandbar doubled over in laughter.
“I don’t know, I have weird tastes! Let’s just move on to the next person!”
Just a typical Game Night.
The five, in order to have some bit of relaxation from their grueling week, decided to organize a game night. It started as a fun idea, but quickly turned into tradition, as everyone was on board with having a huge amount of fun twice a month to alleviate from the stress of their respective work.
Well, as much fun as doing ridiculous challenges and asking childish questions can be.
Sandbar regained his composure and took his seat next to Gallus. “Everybody back in?” Thunderlane, who was still drinking away. Rumble chuckled at pointed a hoof at Gallus. “I don’t think Gall went yet.”
“Please don’t give me another one that involves food, Thunderlane already made me lose my appetite. The room filled with snickers and giggles as the gryphon picked up a card. “Dare, switch spots with the person next to you.”
Everybody groaned in unison, while Sandbar leaned over to check the card. “Is this the kids edition or something? Why are there so many boring ones?”
Rumble turned to his brother. “Dude, I thought you said you were gonna buy the older version of this game!” Thunderlane nervously scratched his mane and dramatically squinted at the stack of cards. “Must’ve forgot about it, heh…”
Spike sighed to himself, before realizing something that would this party a HELL of a lot better.
“Hey guys, I’ll be right back!” Spike nearly launched himself up and ran back to the kitchen. “What’s he in a rush for?” Sandbar asked the group. Everyone shrugged as Spike came barreling back with his duffel bag.
“Bro, how are your gems gonna make this more interesting?” that earned a tiny chuckle out of Sandbar as Spike continued sitting through his bag. “Oh ha, ha. You won’t be making jokes when you I- ooh! Found it!”
Spike dramatically unveiled 2 bottles of whisky, with a stack of cards similar to the ones that they’d been using.
Rumble’s eyes lit up at the sight. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Thunderlane, on the other hand, wasn’t so easily impressed. “Are you guys really sure about this, I’m almost positive that nobody in this room, other than me, has had any type of alcohol.”
Rumble shrugged it off and pulled Gallus and Sandbar close. “We’re not kids anymore, Thunderlane. We can handle a little whisky, can’t we?”
“Hopefully…” Gallus nervously scratched his head.
“Can y-you loosen your grip?”
“Guys!” Spike yelled. “I wasn’t even done yet. I brought better cards too.”
“What makes them better?” Rumble asked, confused.
“This is the 18+ version. Apparently, we’ve been using the family friendly version this entire time.”
Everyone tilted their heads to Thunderlane, who was looking at the wall, trying to play it off. Sandbar tried to reason with Spike. “I-Isn’t that meant for parties with ponies AND mares? Surely, we can’t play this with just us.” Everyone sighed in unison, making Sandbar even more nervous. “Come on Sandy, don’t be a chicken! So what if we have to do wild things, that’s part of the fun!” “You’re making this seem way less complicated and weird than it’s gonna be.” Sandbar pouted.
What about you, Thunder? You’re basically like a chaperone, shouldn’t this be against the rules?” “What rules?” Thunderlane chuckled. “Even though you guys are still in college, you’re still legal adults like me and Rumble.” While the others tried to convince Sandbar to join, Spike had a marvelous idea.
“How ‘bout I raise the stakes?” Everyone’s head whipped around to Spike. “That seemed to get their attention.” Spike pointed at the bottles. “Before every round, we all take a shot. And if you back out of a truth or dare, you have to take a full shot.” Before anyone could open their muzzle to ask any questions, Spike threw in one more jab.
“Winner. Gets. The Good Bed.”
Since Rumble was being a little too “active” in his night activities, his bed, as well as Thunderlane’s first bed, are broken. (his explanation: “I can’t thrust into a flesh light on a broken bed, can I? My posture would be bad. I had to use Thunder’s, it had better cushions. Until it broke, anyway...”) Leaving only his parent’s old bed from before they moved out.
“I don’t think it’s fair to offer my own bed as prize-“ Spike cut off Thunderlane with a finger to the muzzle. “Now that everyone has incentive, let’s get this party started the right way!” Thunder put his arm down and sighed, heading to the kitchen. Everyone took their places back on the floor.
Gallus bumped Sandbar’s shoulder, trying to contain his excitement. “Sandy, we’re gonna drink for the first time! I can’t wait to tell Silverstream when we get back…” He paused to look over at Sandbar, who had his head down and ears drooping.
“Hey.” Gallus put an arm around his roommate. “I know you’re nervous, because I’m nervous too. But it’s a party! So just relax. Besides… it’s my first time drinking too.”
Sandbar gasped dramatically. “Pure Gallus has never touched alcohol before?” Gallus playfully pushed his giggling pony away. “Haha, very funny. Are you gonna try it with me or not?” Sandbar took Gallus’ talon into his hoof. “Of course, I wouldn’t just leave you here. You mean too much to me…” Gallus’ heart warmed at the statement, and he was close to stealing a kiss from Sandbar until he realized that he’s in public. “Just be quiet and play the game, y-you dork…”
Sandbar gave the gryphon one last sultry look before Thunderlane came back with the shot glasses. “Time to liven this party up!”
“How do we decide who picks first?” Gallus asked.
Thunderlane piped in. “Only one way to find out…” Silence soon filled the room.
“...”
Gallus cleared his throat. “Well what is-“
“ONETWOTHREE NOT IT!”
“Not it!” Everyone but Rumble screamed, leaving the colt confused. “Wait, what?”
“Rumble, you’re first!” Rumble scratched his mane and picked up a card. “No idea what happened, but sure I’ll go…” Thunderlane leaned over to Sandbar. “He has a slow reaction time sometimes.” “That would explain it.”
“Ah ah ah! Forgetting something?” Everyone turned back to Spike, who had already filled up all the shot glasses. “Gotta start out the first new round with a bang, don’t we?”
Thunderlane and Rumble quickly downed theirs, no stranger to alcohol. Spike followed, less chaotically than the two earth ponies. Sandbar and Gallus were still on the fence about taking up the drink so fast.
Gallus could tell his best friend was still nervous with every second of him staring at the shot passed, so he gave him an offer.
“If I drink mine, will you do the same?” Sandbar looked in the gryphon’s bright, blue eyes and a smile slowly grew on his face. “If Gallus is doing it with me, guess I’m in too deep to back out now.” Sandbar drank his shot, along with Gallus, who was happy that he convinced his friend to break out of his shell.
Sandbar turned his head back to Rumble, who was staring blankly at his card.
“Sit on the lap of the person next to you for one round…”
Thunderlane and Sandbar looked over at each other, then back to Rumble. “Well, that was fast…” Sandbar scooted away from the wonderbolt in distress. Thunderlane shrugged and spread his legs a tad bit wider. “I mean… a dare is a dare…”
Rumble almost jumped out of his skin. “You’re strangely okay with this…” Thunderlane smirked and pointed at his brother’s shot glass. “Well it’s either that or take a shot... and I’m sure this isn’t the worst thing that’s in the deck.”
After a low grumble, Rumble shuffled over to Thunderlane and sat in his lap. “See? How hard was that?” The smaller colt grinded down on his new seat and looked Thunderlane in the eyes, grinning evilly from ear to ear.
“Game. On.” Rumble flicked his tail before turning back around to the game. Thunderlane gave a hard gulp as he looked at his brother. Oh god, what have I created…”
Rumble passed his brother a card and smirked his way. “Your turn, big bro.”
“...”
Gallus piped up. “Come on and read it dude, it can’t be worse than Rumble already sitting on your lap.” Spike let out a snicker, throwing his arm around the gryphon. “Oh trust me birdy, there is so much more things in here that you guys aren’t ready for.
“Like kissing a player of your choice…”
After dropping those words, everyone went silent. Even the low roar of the air conditioner was barely heard.
“So uh… Thunder, what’re you gonna-“ The silence broke as Thunderlane expeditiously poured himself 2 shots. Spike tried to contain his laughter.
“Giving up on the first round? That question was like a 4/10 in terms of intensity! You should see what the rest of the things are!”
After rubbing his burning throat, Thunderlane sat back down with the group. “You’re telling me that there are worse things than kissing one of you?”
“Precisely.”
Gallus picked up a Truth card. “Maybe the truth cards aren’t as wild…” And then he pouted when he found out that wasn’t the case.
“When’s… ugh… the last time you got head.”
Spike fell over from laughing so hard, while Rumble was actually intrigued. “Well spill it bro, when was it? Unless you’ve never gotten it before, of course…”
“...Yesterday.”
Everyone let an “ooh!” except for Sandbar.
“Who was it from?” Spike, Thunderlane and Rumble stood at the end of their seats. Gallus looked back at Sandbar, who was staring at the ground without expression.
“Hey, all the question asked is when the last time was. No need for me to share more than I have to.”
Everyone sighed, disappointed in the response. “Such a flaker. It was probably Ocellus anyway…” Rumble grumbled. (hey that rhymes)  
Sandbar looked up Gallus, who was sitting calmly in his spot. Before he could make a comment, it was Spike’s turn to pick a card.
“Huh, I’ve never actually seen this one before. cardholder and the nearest player must eat a banana together.”
Rumble shrugged. “That’s actually not too-“
“Without any hooves.”
Rumble got to work with pouring up his shot. Thunderlane made a mocking disapproving face. “Wow. Quitting already?”
Spike had yet to reveal the best part of the rules. “Well if he won’t do it, it’s the next person.”
“R-Rumble, can you pour me one too?”
And for the first 2 rounds, not much of anything happened. The game went from childishly boring to downright stereotypical porn scenarios.
“Blindfold the cardholder, while the other players get to feel/touch then for a minute.”
“Describe what the best sex would feel like.”
“Lick whip cream off of the player of your choice.” The last one one sparked a bit of a questionable conversation.
“Oh come on Thunder, you can do that! I’ll let you do it off of me!” Rumble needed some sort of action, otherwise everyone would have to take a shot again.
“The glaring problem you don’t see with me doing that on you is alarming.”
30 minutes later, and everyone had 7 shots (or more, in Gallus’ case) in their system and was either lying down tired on their back, or on the verge of falling asleep upright.
“Let’s see… oooh, this one is a group dare!” everyone groaned together. “Because the the solo dares weren’t enough already…” Thunderlane muttered.
“Measure Up: compare sizes and the smallest loses. Or in this case, takes the 2 shots and another dare.”
Once again, utter silence.
“I’ll pour the shots…” Rumble slurred before reaching for the bottle, until Spike stood up and walked back to the kitchen.
“Look who’s giving up now?” shouted Thunderlane, throwing Spike’s words back at him. Rumble made a sour face, feeling in his gut that there was more that Spike had up his sleeve. The dragon came back with a bottle of lube and a smirk on his muzzle. “Nope, just needed some assistance.” The group’s jaws collectively dropped on sight.
15 seconds passed. Spike squeezed out some lube, and starting applying it generously to his claw.
30 seconds passed. The dragon’s length started erecting, prompting Spike to use his now ready claw to pump his growing shaft.
45 seconds passed. Spike is fully hard standing at a rather impressive 9 inches, stroking away and letting out barely audible grunts and moans from his throat.
A minute passes and everyone was either looking at the bottle or Spike with dead stares.
...until a golden claw wrapped around it and picked it up.
Something clicked in the gryphon. Whether he was tired not doing anything, getting aroused watch Spike, or he was too tipsy to say no anymore, this round he was down for anything.
Gallus drizzled some on his claws and put the bottle back, rubbing his now wet claws against his sheathe. Spike stared at the sight, also taking some lube for himself. “There ya go, Gallus… getting into the game now…”
Rumble and Thunderlane just looked at each other in shock. “This is getting a little out of hand…”
Sandbar sighed and took the bottle into his hoof, softly moaning as the wet substance came in contact with his warm shaft. Gallus bit his lip at the familiar sight. “aah… have you been hard this whole time, Sandy…?” Sandbar pushed away his roommate’s claw and replaced with his hoof, making Gallus shiver under his touch. “Just focus on the dare, horny gryphon...”
Gallus returned the favor and grasped Sandbar’s cock in his claws. “If we were at home right now, this horny gryphon would have already stuffed you.” Gallus cooed in Sandbar’s ear.
Thunderlane was contemplating on joining in this sudden circle jerk. “I know it’s a game and we’ve all got whisky in our system but they were so quick to accept the dare…” Before he could ask Rumble what he thought, he was already squirting lube on his painfully hard cock and stroking away. “Well, I can’t be the odd one out… here goes nothing.” Thunderlane clenched his teeth and exhaled deeply.
Right on the verge of coming loose, Spike took his claws off his draconic length, letting his cock bob and twitch in the air. “I think that’s enough prep… let’s see who has the longest shlong, heh…”
All the drunk players put their shafts together without hesitation. Including a jet-black horse cock in the mix.
“Nice bro, I knew you wouldn’t back out from a challenge.” Thunderlane sheepishly looked away and tried not to think about his brother’s cock pressing against his. “Just find out who the shortest is so we can get this over with.
“Alright, Alright… in order, it’s Thunderlane,” the Wonderbolt grinned and chuckled at the discovery while Spike continued. “Then Gallus, me, Rumble…”
“And then Sandbar.”
Sandbar’s content mood faltered. Even though he was above average by pony standards, he still was outmatched by his friends.
“What’s my challenge for ‘losing’...?” Rumble swiped up a card and almost choked on his breath. “What is it, Rumble?” He turns the card.
‘7 Minutes in Heaven with the cardholder’s choice.’
Everyone gulped and looked around, wondering who the ‘lucky’ partner would be. Thunderlane’s erection throbbed hard at the thought of dominating one of his brother’s friends in someone else’s home. Rumble just crossed his legs and bowed his head. pleasedontbeme, pleasedeargodnotme”
“Gallus…”
The blue clad bird glanced up at his friend, eyes still lidded from the throbbing sensation he was feeling down below. But as soon as he saw the needy, desperate gleam in Sandbar’s eyes, his own pupils expanded in realization of what his pony needed, right this second.
Gallus took Sandbar by the hoof, and they swiftly made their way to one of the guest rooms. Leaving just Spike, Rumble, and Thunderlane in the circle.
“Huh. Interesting. Anyway, who’s turn is it now?”
“Sandbar’s…” Rumble shifted over to where Sandbar was to fill in the gap.
Spike’s still wet claw crept back to his cock, too engrossed in his own endeavors to care about any watchers. “Should we wait for them…?”
“Nah.” Thunderlane sighed.
“Something tells me they’re gonna be longer than 7 minutes.”
Author's Note
And that’s the first chapter! Sorry for the long break, this new story was to bring the juices back. This book will have 2 chapters: one for Gallus and Sandbar, and one for Spike, Rumble and Thunderlane. Which one should I do first? Thanks for the support and let me know how I did <3

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Gallbar
Gallus practically smashes his beak against Sandbar’s muzzle, the once awkward motion becoming more loving and effortless after many romps together.
Sandbar groaned as the tapered cock pressed against his, desperate to feel more of his partner’s body warmth.
“You know…” Sandbar uttered between gasps for air, “I wasn’t expecting you to be so eager to jerk off in someone else’s house…” Gallus furrowed his brows and reached down to Sandbar’s flank, squeezing it and running a solo claw down his figure.
“It’s not my fault, Spike was the guy rubbing one out like it was no big deal! Besides, you weren’t up this morning so that made it even worse.”
Sandbar smirked and brushed a hoof against the griffon’s twitching length, making him hum into the pony’s ear. “Well I can’t be up to suck your dick every day, can I?”
“If you had wet dreams about me as much as I do about you, maybe then you’d—“ Sandbar slammed his muzzle back on the griffon’s beak, fighting against the tongue that Gallus loved to argue with.
Sandbar bit his lip and felt his staff drool out pre against the griffon’s chest. The thought that Gallus got so flustered thinking about his stallion made his heart flutter.
He dreams about you.
Dreams about grinding hungrily on you.
The two stumbled around in a drunken, horny daze until they finally reached an empty roomy closet. Not stopping to take a break, Gallus struggled with the knob until he heard a click. They shuffled around in the dark and closed the door without skipping a beat.
Sandbar pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air. “I can’t believe we never tried this sooner. “
Gallus chuckled softly, his low tone making Sandbar’s tail rise. “What, drinking, and getting so aroused you can barely think?”
Sandbar pulled Gallus into another frenzied kiss. Normally, Sandbar would go back and forth and indulge in his roommate’s snarky comments, but not now. He was feeling a flurry of emotions at the moment, but the one that was taking over him the most was lust.
And he had to quench that thirst sooner than later.
“Mmh!” This time Gallus broke away, making Sandbar’s ears droop. “W-What, too aggressive? I can dial back the prench kissing if y—“ Gallus clamped his talon over the pony’s muzzle, effectively shushing him while he felt around for his target.
“Here we go…” the blue griff flicked a switch on the wall, dimly lighting the closet space. “I want to see you blush while I shove my tongue down your throat.” Sandbar stood speechless. Mostly because Gallus was still gripping his mouth shut. “Oh! Sorry, Sandy. Should have probably let go first, heh…”
Sandbar wanted to speak, but all that came out was an impish cloud of shy whispers. “T-that’s the most romantic, yet deviant thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Gallus only smirked and wrapped his tail around his roommate. “And it’s only gonna get more extreme the longer we live together. So you better get used to it~”
“Let’s just do this before my dick gets any harder.” Sandbar nodded and nudged Gallus back, eliciting an ‘oop’ out of the griff. “If that’s even possible at this point.” Gallus lied on his back for a couple seconds, staring at the ceiling and taking a deep breath, appreciating the amazing situation he was in. When he came back up, Sandbar was already sliding his hoof up the knotted length.
Gallus stifled a moan and looked back at Sandbar, who was face down in the bird’s crotch. “You know you can do more than just grope and watch, right Sandy?” Sandbar just rolled his eyes and lowered his head.
“I know Spike and Thunderlane are probably already drilling Rumble, so let’s— urrrgh…” Sandbar took a long, slow lick up his talkative mate’s shaft, making Gallus let out a low purr in response.
“Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot?” Sandbar asked.
Gallus only rolled his eyes and ran his talons through the stallion’s hair. “Yes, usually that person is you. Now get busy.” Gallus pushed Sandbar down on his dick, making him gag softly, but he kept his composure and started sucking.
“Ah, fuck dude…” The griff laid his back against the wall, rubbing his claws on the soft carpet under them. He’d been missing this feeling all day. The two liked to argue a lot, but at the end of the day, it always circles back to just letting it all out in one way or another. And he couldn’t quite explain it into words, but something was relaxing about watching his best friend’s bob up and down. Gallus exhaled softly, letting one of his talons fall on the back of his lover’s head.
Sandbar slurped around the thick cock in his maw, dragging his tongue around the griffon’s length. Gallus whimpered as his dick continued to throb within the confines of the stallion’s muzzle. Soon, another talon fell on the back on Sandbar’s head.
Gallus struggled to keep himself restrained. They had established very early that they were allowed to go at their own pace, and no head-pushing would happen unless it was part of some roleplay (that last part was the griff’s idea). So if he wanted to keep his beak in one place, he had to keep it together.
Gallus cooed softly, watching his legs tremble from his roommate’s administrations. Sandbar was doing an amazing job, like always. But something more primal inside Gallus made him wanna grab his pony by the ears and go absolutely wild.
Trying to be as unforceful as possible, Gallus added a bit of pressure, making Sandbar’s muzzle sink slightly deeper on his shaft. “So far, so good…” He didn’t feel any objections, so he kept going.
He pushed Sandbar down faster, feeling the stallion’s muzzle nudge against his crotch.
“Holy light, this is so good… just a little more...”
The familiar twitch of warmness in his groin started to rise. Gallus clenched down and grit down his teeth. He was so close—
“Mmmh!”
A steady tapping of his legs made the blue griff snap back into reality, making him look down and realize his actions. “O-Oh shit, my bad Sandy…” Gallus reluctantly unlocked his grip around Sandbar’s head, allowing the earth pony a chance to breathe.
“Haah... w-what took you so long? That was a hell of a headlock…” Gallus nervously scratched the back of his head, looking away out of embarrassment. “I was about to cum, okay...” he muttered under his breath. Sandbar smirked and raised his hoof to his ear. “I’m sorry, what was that? Didn’t quite catch that last bit...”
“I was on the edge, okay?!” The griff shouted, making Sandbar flinch. “I don’t wanna finish just yet because you’re super hot and I love being around you.”
Sandbar couldn’t help but grin, laying his head on his mate’s leg. (his actual leg, not the third leg throbbing next to it)
“So if you want to chastise me for liking getting my dick sucked...” Gallus crossed his arms. “Then go right ahead.” Sandbar stared up at the pouting blue griff, trying to keep a straight face. “You’re such a baby, Gall.”
“Says the pony dating the horny baby.”
“Well someone’s gotta keep you in check. Who else has the energy or the willpower to jerk off their friend in class?”
“Wha—“, Gallus spluttered, trying to find the words to respond. “I-I already told you, that was a one-time thing!” Sandbar scoffed, lightly stroking his mate’s still swollen member.
“Still happened. And that friend just happened to be me.” Sandbar said, matter of factly. Gallus sighed and sat up, taking Sandbar’s half-erect staff into his grasp.
“You’re not gonna let me live that down, are you?” Sandbar sat up, sitting face to face with his griff. His handsome, sarcastic, sensational griff with beautiful blue eyes and a flair for adventure.
“Never.” Sandbar whispered. “Now enough stalling, I have a Gallus to take care of.” He kissed Gallus on the cheek, making his face heat up immensely.
Gallus flung forward, aggressively pressing his beak against Sandbar’s unsuspecting muzzle. The green stallion melted into the kiss, even pushing his tongue back to let the griffon take over.
“Oh god, I can taste myself on his tongue…” Gallus thought.
While Sandbar was engrossed with trying to outmatch the griffon’s tongue, Gallus snaked a claw down to him and Sandbar’s throbbing members. The stallion let out a loud moan before covering his mouth, feeling his twitching shaft pressed against his mate’s.
Gallus pulled away, looking at Sandbar groaning and leaking clear pre in his grip. “I know you said you like rubbing 'em together, but wow Sandy…” Gallus spread the puddle of love juices around their tips, making Sandbar squeak softly into his hooves.
Sandbar broke from the kiss to catch a breath and huff from all his senses being overridden.
“I-I’m surprised you still have the patience for foreplay, Gall...” said Sandbar, quivering under the claw’s warm grip.
Gallus smirked and brought Sandbar’s head into his right claw, his left one still stroking away. “Believe me, I really want to skip right to the part where you drill my brains out.”
Sandbar’s shaft throbbed at the words his roommate spoke, but he managed to choke out a shaky response. “So what’s s-stopping you? It’s just us, y’know. I’m sure Spike, Rumble, and Thunderlane have already— aah… starting messing around too…”
“Because, handsome,” Gallus started. “No matter how drunk, horny, or tired I am…”
Gallus dropped down lower and gave a light suckle on the tip, making Sandbar let out a low pitch groan of pleasure.
“I will always have time to tease you, Sandy.”
Despite his drooling cock begging for attention in the cool air, Gallus persisted on and bobbed his head on the thick one in front of him.
Gallus was still getting used to the whole “sucking off your friend” thing, but he was getting the hang of it. He mostly just copied Sandbar’s movements, who made him a quivering mess with a flick of a tongue.
Sandbar couldn’t help but throw his head back on the wall and moan into his hooves again. Sure, the other 3 were probably busy with their own fun and wouldn’t hear them anyway, but Sandbar didn’t want to give Gallus the pleasure of knowing how skilled he was with his tongue.
“It’s been too long.” Gallus slowly dragged his beak off the shaft, making Sandbar shudder with delight. “It’s only been a day or two. You can’t survive unless I’m sucking you off?”
Sandbar stared at the string of saliva sticking from his cock to Gallus’ beak. “Oh please, you can’t keep your claws off me. Remember when we were in class a couple of weeks ago?” The griffon’s ears lowered as he blushed, reliving the events of that day nearly vividly. “Oh come on, that was entirely your fault! I was only horny that one time because--”
“Because you were too busy giving me a bj in my sleep.” Sandbar smirked at Gallus, who could do nothing but pout and look away angrily.
Desperate to transition away from his embarrassment, Gallus fiercely shoved Sandbar’s stallionhood into his beak, choking the full length down his throat. Sandbar gave a startled high pitched groan, thrusting forward into his boyfriend’s tight maw. “A-ah, close…” Sandbar could barely get the words out. Gallus gave the stallion a cocky look, making Sandbar snap from his half conscious stupor.
Sandbar pulled Gallus off of his length, a loud slurp seeming to echo through the space. “You think you’re so good, huh?” The pony assertively pushed the griffon’s chest, making Gallus fall back with a squeak.
“Sandbar what is— ghhhk?!” Sandbar sat on his boyfriend’s stomach, pressing the tip of his pulsating cock into his captor’s beak.
“Better get back to suckin, bird.”
The griff’s cock twitched ashamedly.
“Holy fuck, he’s so hot…”
Gallus went back to sucking on his pony’s dick, slurping it down past the medial ring. Sandbar’s grunts and moans were more than enough to keep Gallus stiff and leaking, longing for any type of attention.
“Heck yeah, that’s it…” Sandbar stared down with half-lidded eyes at Gallus, who could barely process anything with his roommate’s dick shoved down his throat.
Sandbar pulls out, taking a second to admire his glistening shaft. “You gonna rut me like one of your Prench girls?” Sandbar snickered before turning Gallus on his side. “Yeah, you wish! There’s not enough lube or space to do that in here.”
Gallus pouted and crossed his arms. “But we—- maybe we can—- if you just—“ Sandbar sighs and lays on his side in front of Gallus, looking at the griff’s twitching pride.
“Not. enough. So, this is the next best thing! Now hurry up, I’ve been on the edge since I saw your dick this morning…”
Gallus wasted no time and dove back onto Sandbar’s length, taking more than half of his meat with no issue. Sandbar licks his lips hungrily and presses the griff’s cock into his maw, eager to return the favor.
Sandbar couldn’t help but sniff, taking a deep inhale of the bird's unique scent. He gave a muffled moan, realizing he was flaring up quick. He moved his head faster, wet slurping sounds filling the closet air.
Gallus whimpered around the stallionhood in his throat, feeling himself getting ready to burst any second. Desperate not to be outdone, he moved his claws up Sandbar’s leg, searching around for his target.
‘Found it.’
Gallus pressed his talon into his mate’s tailhole, feeling a bit of resistance before sliding it in the hilt.
“G-GLLK?!”
The pony dropped the knotted cock from his muzzle and let out a cry of relief, feeling all the pressure from his chest dissipate as he released his hot seed into the griff’s throat. Gallus fought the urge to moan out, downing all the precious liquid without wasting a single drop.
Gallus didn’t even try to fight his impending release,the feeling of his boyfriend’s thick cock spurting seed down his beak combined with the musky scent of Sandbar’s balls against his nose was too much to handle. He groaned softly, unloading his cum all over his crotch and Sandbar’s neck.
Sandbar broke from his stupor; nearly catching a rope of cum to the cheek before reaching back down, sliding the griff’s tip in his mouth. Gallus’ moans grew in volume as Sandbar slurped down the last few shots of bittersweet cream.
Sandbar sighed, pulling off of his roommate’s dick and rolling onto the ground. He looked to his left, seeing a pair of cute, amazing blue eyes staring back at him.
Gallus interrupted the silence. “Do you wanna—“
“Of course I do.”
Sandbar shuffled over to Gallus and wrapped his arms around the griff, pulling Gallus closer into his embrace.
“This is nice,” Gallus thought. Although, something tugging at his mind was keeping his tired body from dozing off. “How’re we gonna explain the white stains on the ground to the others?”
Sandbar yawned deeply. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out later. Let’s enjoy this for now…”
Gallus was content with that answer, and nuzzled into Sandbar’s chest before finally closing his eyes.
Author's Note
Long absence aside, hope you guys enjoy this sappy chapter <3