Winners Finish Last

Round 4

Gallus leapt up and flopped down onto the bed beside his pony. He wrapped an arm around Sandbar’s shoulder, hugging him tightly.

Sandbar dropped the book he had been reading and yelped. “Ah! You’re still damp!” he grumbled.

“I thought you liked it when I was all wet?” the griffon replied.

Sandbar shook himself free of his boyfriend’s grip. He turned around to face Gallus, his face a delightful mixture of arousal and frustration. Gallus would have bottled that look, if he somehow could have. “I like having certain parts of you being pressed into me when wet… not your whole body.”

Gallus propped himself up on one arm. “Dirty talk, huh? That eager to get started on our second round today?” Gallus felt the stirrings of arousal as Sandbar bit his lip in response. “You gonna tease me some more about Rainy?”

The earth pony laughed nervously. He touched a hoof to Gallus’ chest and made small circles in the cream fur. “I know it’s just teasing, but sometimes I just worry…”

Gallus snorted and took hold of the pony’s hoof with one claw. He looked into Sandbar’s eyes. “That I’ll, what, leave you for some other guy?” The griffon leaned forward and kissed the pony. He could feel his boyfriend’s need for reassurance as an almost physical sensation. “Never gonna happen,” he said as he pulled back from the kiss. He put one talon on the stallion’s side and let it drift downward. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.” The talon wandered lazily around Sandbar’s stomach. “And I know we’re trying to learn about generosity and sharing,” he said, moving the circling digit ever lower on the pony’s body, “and I would definitely not mind sharing something purely physical with you and somepony else once in a while,” he continued, the claw now inching towards the pony’s groin, “but after it’s done, it’ll be you and me, always.”

The griffon narrowed his eyes, a hunter’s instinct as he drew close to his prey. “And I don’t see anyone else here, so if we can skip to the chase…”

Gallus settled back into his haunches, his insides already tingling with excitement for the next round. His pony settled down beside him, the stallion’s dark sheath already plumping with growing excitement. The griffon watched as Sandbar slipped out of his sheath, the tube of dark flesh snaking down off one side of the pony’s stomach. Gallus felt his own shaft push free, his tapered tip pointing up towards the ceiling. He applied his left claw to the tip and slowly slid a talon around the end.

Sandbar shifted a hoof down to prod at his own member. After only a few moments, the pony’s shaft began to harden, and it lurched up away from the pony’s stomach. The gray shaft hovered in the air, tantalizing Gallus.

He huffed in appreciation and dragged his claw down his shaft. “You’re so big.”

Sandbar hummed happily. “The better to fuck you with, my dear.”

Gallus laughed, causing Sandbar to blush. “Misquoting Little Red Smashing Yak was not the sexy move you thought it would be.”

The pony snorted. “You’d prefer Shakes Pear?”

Gallus tickled a claw down his length. He motioned with his other claw, reminding his pony to keep his own hoof moving. “Depends,” he answered once Sandbar began rubbing a broad hoof down his swollen length. “You know any good sonnets about cock?”

Sandbar stroked himself slowly. He leered at the griffon’s staff. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” The pony laughed quietly. “Because you’re fucking hot.”

Gallus felt his face warm, and not just from laughter. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that goes.”

The pony shrugged, and he leaned over, closing the small gap between them. He pressed his lips against Gallus’ beak. The griffon felt himself go fully hard, his body reacting immediately to the soaring excitement he felt being pressed up against his pony. Kissing Sandbar was like flying—a moment of pure exhilaration that swept down the entire length of his body. Sandbar moaned, causing Gallus to whimper. Sweet shiny gold, he thought, he loved kissing his stallion.

He rubbed at the insistent throbbing the kiss created, his claw tugging at the tight flesh at the base of his shaft. He felt his insides clench and immediately felt wetness on his claw.

Gallus realized he was going to lose their little endurance contest if he didn’t calm down. Sandbar nipped the griffon’s tongue as it explored the stallion’s mouth, and Gallus decided very quickly he didn’t care who won this round.

His claw began to move at double time as he let himself ride the current of his excitement. Blood pounded in his ears, competing with the sounds of rustling sheets, quiet pony moans, and the wet sounds of hoof and claw rubbing their respective genitals. Gallus snuck a look down the pony’s body and saw the dark gray shaft awash in precum. The griffon felt a sympathetic spurt of fluid from his own shaft. If he cums first you won’t get to suck it, a little voice in his head teased.

“Fuck that,” Gallus muttered, his diction and clarity lost around the stallion’s invading tongue; It sounded instead like a strangled moan. He backed away from the kiss and pulled himself upright on the bed.

Sandbar gave the griffon an amused look while still slowly stroking himself. “Where’re you going?”

The griffon reached up and grabbed the headboard above the stallion’s head, pulling himself up until his torso loomed over the pony. He reached back with one claw and tugged on his knotted shaft. His insides tensed wonderfully.

Sandbar whinnied. “Nice view,” he said meekly.

“Got a poem about that?” Gallus asked, hearing his voice strain as he stroked, holding himself back from erupting for at least a few moments, so he could enjoy teasing Sandbar.

“Nah,” he heard the pony say. Sandbar shifted his position, sliding closer to the action. “I do have something for it, though.”

Gallus gasped as he felt Sandbar’s lips close around the tip of his cock. The pony batted the stroking claw away with his free hoof. The other hoof moved with increasing speed along the pony’s slick stallionhood. Sandbar swallowed Gallus down to his knot, and the griffon groaned in ecstasy. “That’s not… AH,” Gallus whined. “I didn’t win yet,” he protested. Or tried to, as halfway through the thought, the pony’s tongue swirled around his knot, turning his protest into a muffled moan.

“Cheater,” Gallus muttered, moving off the headboard and turning slowly (carefully keeping his shaft inside the pony’s muzzle), until he could return the favor. Gallus took a brief moment to relish the look of the throbbing, glistening flesh before he opened his beak and pulled the crowned head inside. The pony’s penis was huge by griffon standards, but ‘just average’ for a pony, according to Sandbar. Gallus loved watching the heavy shaft sway, its heft shifting with the stallion’s hips. He loved the smell—the rich, salty, fleshy aroma—and precious platinum-plated-silver he loved the taste. Loved the way the subtly-sweet precum splashed over his tongue and against the back of his throat. Gallus swallowed down deeper. He loved the feel of it—the musky, twitching flesh filling his mouth completely, urgently pushing against the tight closure of his throat. Gallus sucked in a deep breath, the bouquet of stallion mixing with the scent of his own wet arousal, and the griffon relaxed the muscles in his neck.

Sandbar’s staff slid down inside him. Gallus would have moaned if he had been able to move air through his throat. Instead, he focused his excitement in relaxing his muscles, feeling the bulging of his throat as the stallion’s penis rushed further downward. Gallus found himself glad, not for the first time, that pony cocks were so flexible. This sort of maneuver would never have flown with a griffon’s dick.

He felt his loins tense. Sandbar didn’t need to do anything fancy to completely swallow the griffon’s length. It fit neatly in the pony’s muzzle, if just barely. Even if the pony’s lips bulged around the knotted base. Even if his pony could barely move his tongue around the shaft. But oh, swift winds, his pony did do that. Gallus shuddered and reluctantly pulled himself off the swollen head, drawing another deep breath, as Sandbar suckled and nibbled on his knot.

Gallus wasn’t sure if they were still competing, but if they were, he was very nearly to the finish line. But judging from the frantic sounds coming from below him, his pony wasn’t much farther behind. The dark gray head in his claws throbbed and a thin stream of clear fluid spurted out onto the griffon’s beak. Gallus licked at the fluid eagerly, feeling a familiar ache in his loins. He swallowed the pony’s staff again, forcing the flared head down his throat. Sandbar kept twirling that wonderfully thick tongue of his down the ventral ridge of Gallus’ cock, the movement and warmth and wetness causing everything to tighten inside him.

Gallus paused in his journey as he neared the pony’s medial ring. The griffon used his tongue to trace a semicircle around the thick nub of flesh. Sandbar whinnied around his mouthful of griffon cock, and Gallus felt his pony bite his knot, the stallion’s flat teeth applying immense pressure on his sensitive sex. Gallus would’ve cried out, would’ve given his stallion some advance notice, but he couldn’t even breathe around the shaft in his beak, much less cry out how much he loved his sexy pony. Gallus shoved his hips down, his stomach and loins driven hard against Sandbar, and the pressure inside Gallus released all at once. He felt his seed erupt out of his cock, the rushing, tumbling, fabulous feeling of release enhanced by the warm, wet, moaning mouth around his member. He came so hard, so many clamping spams wracking his body, that he nearly blacked out.

Then he realized maybe it wasn’t what was going out that nearly got him, but what wasn’t coming in. His eyes went wide, and he pulled off Sandbar’s cock, feeling suction on his insides as the pony’s flared staff dragged backward out of his gullet. Gallus gasped, drawing in a desperate breath. Another. Precum splashed over his claw and beak and crest, the pony’s swollen staff dancing madly in excitement. Gallus squeezed the space right under the ridged head with his claw, and the sound of Sandbar noisily swallowing griffon cum paused as the pony moaned loudly. Cum erupted into the air, the thick seed thrown back onto the stallion’s back leg. Gallus dove forward, wrapping his beak around Sandbar’s flare.

Musky and salty didn’t describe the situation any longer at that point. Rich, pungent, slimy. Like sun-ripened berries left too long on the vine. Also salty, bitter, and almost antiseptic, the tang of sea.

It tasted like pony.

Like his pony.

Gallus swallowed quickly, knowing he had no hope of getting all of Sandbar’s cum when the stallion was this worked up. It was a losing battle as more and more seed poured into the griffon’s beak, down his throat, and despite his best efforts, what felt like pints of creamy seed dripped loose, falling back onto the pony’s fluffy green fur on his stomach.

It sounded obscene. Gallus loved it.

Gallus continued drinking down the bittersweet brew until Sandbar was spent. The stallion let the griffon’s still-hard cock fall out of his lips, and Sandbar lay there panting. The long gray cock slipped down out of the griffon’s grip, splashing yet another puddle of unswallowed cum onto Sandbar’s already matted coat.

“I…. won… again,” Sandbar said between desperate breaths.

Gallus gulped down the last huge mouthful of cum, taking a moment to appreciate the rich, salty thickness. “I think we’re both winners, stud.”

Sandbar slapped the griffon’s rump with a stout hoof. “Admit I won.”

Gallus turned around and gave his pony a mock glare. “Fine. You want me to keep sucking your dick?” he asked sardonically, gesturing down to the shrunken sheath with one claw.

“No!” Sandbar replied quickly. “No, no, please!” Gallus laughed. Sandbar leaned up and grabbed the griffon behind each wing and pulled him down until their bodies were pressed together, still-warm stallion cum smeared between them. “I’ll take my winnings in cuddles.”

Gallus planted a small kiss on the pony’s cheek. “Nnnn,” he demurred, “it’s not in the rules.” He grinned down at his lover. “But I’ll allow it.”

“Okay, so, best out of five for the grand prize, still, right?” Gallus said, once they had both cleaned off again.

Sandbar rubbed a towel through his mane vigorously with a hoof. “You thought you had it, didn’t you? But I’m coming on strong.”

Gallus chuckled. “I do enjoy when you come strong.”

A pink hue entered the earth pony’s cheeks. “Shush,” he replied. “You’re gonna look cute in a maid’s outfit,” he teased.

Gallus admittedly didn’t mind the idea of dressing up in a frilly skirt and socks, but he had no intention of missing a chance to make his stallion dress like a filly. “You’re better at cleaning anyway. It’ll be nice to see you do it all dressed up.”

Sandbar grunted. “So, you want to do round five after dinner?”

Gallus grinned, a sudden burst of inspiration striking him. “Better idea.” He took one claw and traced it down the pony’s chest. “A little modification for the final round?”

Sandbar kissed him lightly on beak. “What do you have in mind?”

Gallus twirled the claw around, playing with the soft fuzz. “Instead of constant touching, we do no touching.”

The stallion blinked slowly. “I don’t get how that’s sexy.”

The griffon grinned. “No fucking, no blowjobs, no jerking, no touching it at all.”

Sandbar shrugged. “I don’t know, Gallus, that seems pretty boring.”

The griffon leaned forward and whispered into the pony’s ear. “Wait until you’ve got five days without touching yourself. After ten days we’ll have our little contest again, like normal, only we’ll be fit to burst.”

Sandbar whinnied, pulling back and giving the griffon an alarmed look. “You really think we can go without having sex for that long?”

Gallus shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Or longer. Not like you’ll last that the whole two weeks, anyway.”

The green pony glared at him. “Fine.” He raised a hoof and offered to shake. “You’re on.”