Winners Finish Last

Round 3

Sandbar could feel his pulse, every shifting, throbbing beat echoed a moment later in his swollen staff. The dark gray flesh shook and shivered in his hoof, the sides slick from the near-constant drip of fluid from his tip. Sandbar was distressingly close to reaching an orgasm. He scrubbed that thought out of his head. He carefully kept his thoughts off anything that would send him over the edge. He was going to win. “I’m gonna win,” he muttered, reassuring himself aloud.

“All fun and games until someone busts a nut,” Gallus chirped from his spot beside the pony.

Sandbar’s gaze drifted to the side. The griffon lay to the pony’s left in their shared bed. Gallus was using his dominant left claw to spread a bead of precum along his bright red shaft. “And by someone, I mean you,” the griffon purred.

Sandbar snapped his eyes shut but could already see the scene replaying in the theater of his mind. The stallion grunted. He loved watching Gallus play with himself. And the griffon knew it. The pony whimpered at the fresh spring of precum that rolled down his staff and onto his hoof.

“No stopping,” Gallus chided.

They had agreed to that as one of the rules of their little game. Sandbar continued the movement of his hoof, letting it slide down his shaft until it touched the base.

“W-why would I stop?” Sandbar managed to say. “When I’m gonna win this time?” He had lost both times they had played to date, the first quite embarrassingly after only a few moments. He couldn’t help how worked up he got around the griffon.

Gallus cooed. “You think so?” Sandbar could hear the griffon’s talons still working wetly over his length. That sound had an effect on the pony nearly as strong as actually watching the act. “You think I’m gonna suck your dick this time?” The griffon blew out an unsteady breath. “Choke down your big ol’ staff and swallow that musky pony jizz and a-and…” Sandbar whipped his head over in time to see the griffon’s knot swell. Precum oozed from the tapered tip of the large, knotted cock. Sandbar felt his own member lurch in sympathy. Gallus grunted, and managed to hold himself back with apparent effort. “That was a dumb idea,” he muttered.

Sandbar grinned, sensing an opening. “You could lose on purpose if you’re that keen on swallowing all this.” He waved his shaft towards the griffon.

Gallus’ claw stroked rapidly for a few seconds, before the griffon whined and slowed his self-pleasure to a crawl. “I do love swallowing,” he said slowly, his claw lightly tickling down his length. “Almost as much as you do,” Gallus said smugly, turning his head to face the pony and sticking out his tongue.

That tongue. Light, Sandbar swore internally, that thin, agile tongue. Wrapped around his girth. Sandbar grunted forcing himself to abandon that train of thought before it sent him over the edge.

“You get a whiff of Silverstream today?” the griffon asked, his voice low and quiet.

Sandbar cringed. The hippogriff had started her heat that morning. It had been… distracting. He fought against the urge to clop himself to conclusion just thinking about being in close proximity to those intense pheromones.

“I don’t know how you survived it,” Gallus continued. “She passed by me when she excused herself from Honesty class.” The griffon moaned quietly. “That smell… she must have been soaking wet.”

Sandbar whinnied, trying not to think of his hippogriff friend’s sopping, winking marehood and the erection he had had to hide under the barn bench.

“I mean,” Gallus continued, his voice tight with arousal, “I’m super gay, but that even got me a little hard.” Sandbar watched a fresh bead of precum swell on the griffon’s knotted dick. “Can’t imagine what it was like for your bi ass, sitting right behind her.”

Sandbar shivered as his insides tightened. It felt almost like a spring being wound tight, pushed down and gathering bit by bit inside him. Fight fire with fire, he decided. He stroked his hoof up his length. Wetness flowed freely from the flared crown. “Probably as bad as it is for you, every time November Rain flicks his tail up during Buckball practice when he goes for a low ball.” Gallus gasped, his claw reaching down to squeeze his knot. Sandbar smiled. “I’ve seen you looking,” he continued. “Not that I blame you.” Sandbar’s stallionhood shivered and did a little bucking of its own against his hoof. “Rainy’s got those nice, big balls,” Sandbar moved his other hoof down to pull up his own fuzzy pair. “A dock wide enough to put your beak around,” Sandbar flicked his tail against the bed—the griffon couldn’t see from his angle, but Sandbar knew how much Gallus enjoyed playing with that particular part of his anatomy. “And…” Sandbar bit his lip. “A perfect… little… pucker.” He punctuated each word with a slow stroke down his member. Gallus squawked.

“Ohh no,” Gallus groaned in resistance, his talons making wet, shlicking sounds against his stiff flesh. “You’re not getting me that easy.”

Sandbar forced a laugh. “I’d say I’m getting you pretty hard.”

Gallus huffed in amusement. “Very funny, pony boy,” he said.

Sandbar was so hard that he could barely even feel his hoof trace along his length. At the same time, every shifting touch was like white fire, sending excitement shooting through his entire core. The earth pony felt his balls slide up into his body. He whined, knowing how close he was to falling over the edge. He looked over at Gallus, his eyes locking onto the griffon’s red member. It throbbed and leaked constantly.

“Or, ugh,” Sandbar started to say before biting his lip. He took a moment to compose himself, the thought of what he was about to suggest nearly causing him to lose the game. “Or maybe...” his hoof was soaking wet. Gallus’ claw fared no better. Light, he just had to hold back a little longer. “…maybe you don’t want his pucker at all. Maybe you want to have him up under your tail?” Sandbar smiled as Gallus’ eyes went wide. “Maybe you want Rainy to stuff you while I watch?”

“Oh fuck, Sandy, shut up,” Gallus whined, his claw accelerating, his strokes becoming desperate. The sight made Sandbar’s staff twitch, the coiled feeling inside of him aching, fighting to break free.

“Or maybe I don’t just watch. He pushes into you, filling you up, while you swallow me down.” The pony gave his shaft a shake, precum flinging into the air.

“Oh fuck, shut uuuuup,” Gallus whined, his claw continuing its rapid pace.

“W-we’re on both ends of you,” Sandbar said, fully imagining the scene, the sounds of the worked-up griffon driving him perilously close to the edge. “November’s up over you, pushing deep into your insides while you choke down allll the way past my ring.” The earth pony shivered as his hoof brushed past said ring. He could feel his insides throbbing, crying out for release.

“Gawwww you win!” Gallus cried out, his hips falling flat against the bed, his knot swelling even larger. Sandbar gasped as a rope of white seed splattered into the griffon’s chest. Gallus mewled and grunted, his cum launching in quick succession up into the air, to land with heavy, wet sounds against his pelt. The musky smell of griffon cum filled the air.

Sandbar moaned, taking the sight and sound and smell in. Excitement and arousal flooded his system, joining with the euphoric realization that he had won their game. He hadn’t cum first! Hadn’t splattered his stomach and chest with his thick stallion seed, and now Gallus was going to put his beak around the pony’s staff and…

And…

Oh no. Oh…

“Nooo, Oh fuck, fuuuck, Gally!”

Sandbar erupted, the coiled spring breaking free at last, the stallion’s cum flying high into the air before landing on the griffon’s belly, mixing into the off-white mess that was already there. The pony cried out in desperate grunts as his insides clenched again, again, seed arcing through the air to land on his own chest. Another white bolt followed, and another. And suddenly the pony saw a flash of blue and cream and felt at extra bit of warmth around his swollen head, as Gallus leapt up and put his beak around the pulsing shaft. The griffon licked and swallowed, the lewd, slurping sounds filling the room around the pony’s gasping sighs.

After a few more desperate clenches Sandbar felt his cock, finally spent, go calm and deflate in the griffon’s claw. It fell against the pale green fur of the pony’s stomach with a wet sound. Sandbar lay on his back, thoroughly exhausted.

“I think you missed the whole point of winning,” Gallus snarked.

“Didn’t,” Sandbar panted. “Still got to enjoy the very end.”

“I’m supposed to make you cum.”

The pony rubbed one hoof on the griffon’s back, between his wings. “Aw, were you looking forward to it?”

Gallus scrubbed an arm across his beak, wiping up the slimy remnants of the pony’s orgasm. “Duh,” he replied as he licked his tongue across the upper part of his beak.

The pony blushed. “Oh.” He cleared his throat. “Well, why don’t we just skip the contest next time?”

The griffon rubbed a claw into the creamy, mess on the pony’s stomach. “Because you know how competitive we griffons are.” The griffon leaned forward and licked a long line from the pony’s loins to his chest, his tongue collecting the creamy seed along its path. He waggled his thin tongue an inch from the pony’s muzzle before swallowing the mess with a satisfied grin. “Go get washed up,” he commanded. “I want a rematch. Still best out of five, right?”

Sandbar felt fire in his cheeks as he nodded excitedly.