Winners Finish Last

Day Ten

“We made it,” a gleeful voice said. Gallus yawned and stretched his arms upward, his entire body going rigid. Other than the part of him that was already in that state. He opened his eyes to the beautiful sight of a smiling, seafoam green pony sitting up beside him.

Sandbar leaned forward and planting a kiss on the griffon’s beak. The griffon rumbled in contentment. “We made what?” he asked innocently, lacing sugary cluelessness into his tone.

“It’s Sunday,” the pony explained giddily. “You know… the end of our little game!”

Gallus yawned again. “Oh,” he said simply, slowly shrugging his shoulders. “I hadn’t realized,” he lied, as his cock twitched and drooled as it lay mashed between his belly and the soft bed.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the pony responded, a slight mania creeping into this tone that matched the nervous twitch of one eye. “I know you’ve been just as pent up as me.”

“I guess so,” Gallus said as coolly as he could. Keeping his desire to jump his pony’s bones out of his voice was getting more and more impossible. “You want to go grab some breakfast and then come back and-“ He cut off as a hoof pushed into his beak.

Sandbar’s mouth moved silently, forming various obscenities without any of them taking form. The pony took a deep breath. His eyes bored into Gallus. “We!” he said, poking the griffon with his free front hoof, “are getting off!” he removed the hoof and put his nose against Gallus’ cheek, “NOW!” he growled.

Gallus felt his cock throb with desire. The wanton lust and need in Sandbar’s voice, the almost predatory way the easy-going stallion had snarled the command, broke the griffon’s indifferent façade. “Oh, Sweet Winds, yes,” he muttered, throwing back the bedsheets to reveal his leaking erection. “For a moment I was afraid you were actually going to go along with waiting.”

Sandbar moaned, his own dark flesh twitching between them, wetness already streaking down the sides. “You’re such a fucking tease!” he complained.

Gallus slid one claw down his body, his talons dragging slowly through his fur. “Ready?” he asked.

The earth pony grunted. “Clearly,” he said, indicating the flared end of his dick with one hoof as it poked out beneath his stomach. The pony rolled over onto his back, mirroring the griffon’s posture.

“Set,” Gallus said, wrapping one claw around the swollen protuberance of his knot. The flesh was hot to the touch. And throbbing. Shiny silver, he swore silently, so, so wet.

“GO!” Sandbar cried, applying his hooves to either side of his large dick. A small jet of clear fluid immediately fell from the pony’s flare onto his stomach.

Gallus whimpered and stroked his claw upward, following the curve of his knot, his talons finally touching back to his palm at the thinner mid-point of his swollen, throbbing red flesh.

“Sweet Celestia,” Sandbar whined. The pony twirled both hooves around his medial ring. Gallus grunted and felt wetness streak down his talons. He loved that part of his pony. “I have never been this eager to cum,” the pony continued. “I mean, I’ve been hornier, probably. Like when…” the pony panted desperately for a few moments and had to visibly collect himself. “Like when you first went down on me.”

Gallus moaned loudly, remembering the moment. Remembering how the pony had returned the favor unasked and unprompted. How Sandbar had flooded his mouth. The griffon imagined how much more the pony had saved up now. And very nearly went over the edge just thinking about it.

“Or… oh Light, oh fucking Sunlight…” Sandbar’s shaft lurched in his hooves as he spoke, “Or when you put a talon in my butt the first time.”

The griffon slid his claw up and down, the excess wetness making it hard to keep a tight grip on his staff as his insides tightened. “Y-you came so hard,” the griffon moaned. He clamped his beak shut to keep the moan from turning into a pitiful whine.

“O-or…” the pony trailed off, a shiver traveling down his entire body.

“Or when I fucked you,” Gallus completed the thought, recalling the feeling with immense pleasure. “Slipping up under that beautiful green tail, and spreading you wide, and… and…” his knot throbbed. His tip leaked. His nuts ached. His wings stiffened against the short headboard of their bed.

“Ohhh my Harmony,” his boyfriend whimpered. Precum rained down in thick drops with every upward stroke of his hooves.

Gallus held his body still, forcing himself back from his onrushing orgasm, the tiniest shred of his competitive drive fighting off every single instinct of his bottled-up, desperate body as it screamed out for release.

“And then you… Oh Celestia. You…” Sandbar’s hooves began moving at an increased pace. Strong, deep strokes with the fleshy undersides of his thick hooves, squeezing the flesh of his thick staff all the way from base to crown. Faster. Faster.

Fuck. The pony was going to cum. But so was Gallus.

“…Filled me up,” the earth pony growled, his voice needy and excited. “Popped y-your knot in and just thrust and thrust and thrust and…”

Gallus screeched loudly, feeling the inevitable eruption building inside him. His pony whinnied in excitement.

“We… oh gaw, Sandy…” Gallus’ claw sped up, matching the green pony’s rhythm exactly. “We’re overdue.” His flesh shook and shivered and every touch was like fire. “I’m going to… oh, lustrous gold…” Sandbar’s flared staff throbbed and the pony began bucking his hips, lifting his back end off the bed. Gallus felt himself slipping over the edge. “I’m going to fuck you so hard later.”

Sandbar moaned loudly until his breath caught and a titanic fountain of stallion seed rocketed from the flared gray flesh. Gallus watched in awe as the geyser nearly hit the ceiling. It landed with a wet slop on the stallion’s face. That sound. That obscene, juicy sound. And the smell: pungent and rich in the air. And the tightness inside him.

Gallus cried out as his loins clenched and his own pressure released. The griffon’s eyes went wide a moment before the first burst landed on his crest, right above his eye. His insides ached and the spasms wracked him in quick succession, his seed splashing against his beak, his chest, the pillow behind him, places his eyes couldn’t follow as it flew past at almost frightening speed.

Sandbar bucked hard into his hooves, causing another long white line to erupt, the front end of the flow landing messily on the stallion’s shoulder.

Gallus locked both claws around the base of his knot, riding the undulating waves of pleasure, each spasm coating his stomach and swollen wings with smaller and thinner jets of cum.

Sandbar groaned as another long line of cum splashed onto his stomach, the green fur turning dark where it fell.

Gallus panted, sucking in air desperately as his orgasm ended. His knot continued to throb in vain, trying to keep his euphoria going, but all his seed was spent, thrown wildly around his body.

Sandbar whinnied, his swollen cockhead spraying forth another hefty round.

Gallus whimpered, letting his claws fall free from his aching shaft.

The earth pony erupted again. And again, in volumes Gallus had only dreamed of before courting a pony.

Cum covered them both in haphazard patterns, the stallion’s thick, creamy seed crisscrossing the milky-white griffon mess at angles on the bed between them. Gallus licked his beak, tasting himself. He sighed contentedly.

“I won,” Gallus gloated.

Sandbar let his hooves fall limply down into the mess on his stomach. “Like horsefeathers you did.”

The griffon grunted, offended. “You came first. I win.”

The pony turned his head lazily to face him. “Came. Past tense of the full event.” The pony drew in a shaky breath before continuing. “I was still going off while you wound down. I may have started first, but I finished last.”

Gallus shook his head, wrapping his brain around that translation of their pact. “You’re serious?” He leaned over and kissed his boyfriend. He relished the taste of pony seed that had splashed onto Sandbar’s lips. “Guess we’re both losers then, in a way, huh?”

Sandbar shook his head, his green eyes alight with joy. “Nah, we’re both winners.”

Gallus make a near-purr sound in the back of his throat. “I’m still fucking you later.”

“You better,” Sandbar said lustily.

Gallus found himself laughing at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. “Love you, Turtle Butt.”

The pony bumped the tip of his nose against the griffon’s cheek. “Love you too, silly catbirb.”