Chapters 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.
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.”
3 - Final Round - Prelude
Day Three
“So, darlings, you see, the backstitch pattern is one of the most fundamental to making hoof- or claw-sewn garments. Needle and thread go into the hole. Yes, just like so,” Professor Rarity said, as she demonstrated with an oversize needle. The needle stuck halfway through the fabric. “The thicker part can get stuck on the hole. Don’t be afraid to apply a little pressure. Just thrust on through!” She nodded as the needle slipped through.
Sandbar raised a frantic hoof. “Professor? May I be excused? Please!”
Rarity quirked an eyebrow at the young stallion’s urgency but nodded.
Sandbar shot out of the room before his growing arousal could embarrass him. He made it to the hallway and slowed to a stop. Stupid bet. He was so horny that even a suggestion of something phallic going into a hole gave him a raging boner. He leaned against the wall and let the coolness of the crystal structure sink into this muscles, hoping it would wick away his horniness.
The sound of urgently-flapping wings caused Sandbar to look up from his momentary reprieve. Gallus was flying off towards the restroom, his back legs clenched together tightly. The stallion laughed to himself and trotted after the griffon in pursuit. Gallus slammed open the restroom door and darted in. Sandbar caught the door as it was swinging shut.
Gallus turned on the faucet and began splashing clawfuls of water into his face.
“Having a hard time?” Sandbar asked with a smirk.
“Stupid AJ and her stupid lectures about stupid apples,” the griffon ranted.
The pony tilted his head in confusion. “Apples got you going?”
“Seeds!” the griffon said in exasperation. “She kept going on about seed! Collecting it, burying it, ugh!” the griffon moaned, clenching his back legs together.
Sandbar cleared his throat uncomfortably. Usually he’d think Gallus was being ridiculous, but at the moment all he could imagine was the griffon collecting some stallion seed. Or having Gallus bury his seed deep inside him. Sandbar grunted and bit his tongue, letting the pain push back his arousal.
The griffon rounded on him, water still dripping from his beak. “What’s your excuse, then?”
Sandbar laughed uncomfortably. “Sewing,” he explained.
Gallus rolled one claw in circles in the air, motioning for the pony to elaborate.
The stallion felt himself blushing. “Long, pointy thing going into a tight hole?” He felt his arousal building again, pushing him out from his sheath. “Its thick base sometimes gets stuck on the hole, and you have to apply some pressure to…” he swallowed roughly, “pop it in.” He felt his cock slap against his stomach. “Oh Light,” he muttered miserably.
The only consolation was that Gallus looked like he was in a similar state of disarray. His cheeks had taken on a rosy hue right under his eyes and his back legs were still clenched together tightly.
“Y-you know,” Sandbar said slowly, trying to ignore the way his dick bobbed below him, ignoring his conscious minds desperate pleas for calm, “we could j-just move the deadline to tonight?”
A claw poked him in the chest. “Ohhh no,” Gallus said, a smug look on his face. “You’re not getting out that easy, leaky little pony.”
Sandbar groaned, knowing the griffon was right about the “leaky” part.
“We’ve got seven more days to go.”
“Six and a half,” Sandbar protested mildly.
Gallus rubbed his beak against the side of the pony’s muzzle, sliding forward until his mouth was beside the pony’s ear. “But who’s counting?” he whispered.
Day Six
Gallus woke up with a raging hard-on. A fully out-of-his-sheath, slopping wet, knot throbbing kind of hard-on. A hard-on that was pressed up against his favorite pony’s almost-as-firm dick.
Gallus moaned softly and watched Sandbar’s eyes flutter open. The stallion blew out of an unsteady breath. “Uhhhh,” the pony said, confusion and arousal evident in his tone, “what’re you doing?”
Gallus focused on relaxing his wings, which had stretched out the sheets covering them. “Cuddling you,” he said.
Sandbar whimpered. “With your dick?” He squirmed, causing their stiff members to rub together. “N-not that I’m complaining.”
Gallus moaned, and then drew himself back. He cursed himself for his discipline. “No touching!” he chided.
Sandbar sighed. “You started it! I was sleeping,” he pouted.
The griffon stuck out his tongue. “So was I!”
Sandbar nodded. “W-we could always, you know… cut to the chase.”
Gallus grinned and ignored the way his cock lurched at the suggestion. “You’re gonna look so cute in a dress.”
The pony’s eyes narrowed. “Shut up. I’m going to win. And then I’m going to have you do a little dance in your maid outfit. Watch you shake that furry butt and hrrng,” he groaned, his gray cock lurching and wetting the bedsheets between them with clear fluid.
Gallus had to use every ounce of restraint not to lick the stallion's fluids off the bed. His staff ached with need. “I need a cold shower,” he said, scrambling out of bed. It was impossible to ignore the feeling of his tumescent staff swinging below him as he leapt off the bed, each movement taking him nearly to the edge, no claw needed. Four more days, he told himself, suppressing a shudder. Four more days.
Day Eight
Sandbar had gotten hard during his shower, despite having the water cold enough that he was shivering by the time he was done. He had popped a stiffy at breakfast hearing Yona talk about her workout routine. He had barely gotten it to go down by the time his friends left the table. He had dropped out of his sheath on the walk to class, while thinking about homework. Homework! He had spent several minutes with his lower half glued to a bench until it retracted. Then he’d gotten hard watching Professor Fluttershy shake her rump while her birds were singing in class. Sandbar had had to thank Celestia that they had actually been using desks for once instead of just sitting on cushions like they did half the time in Kindness class.
He had snuck back to his room after that. He rubbed a hoof across his sheath and was unsurprised that it came back sticky. The touch ignited a flurry of excitement in his neglected member. “Ugh, no, no, no,” he whined as he felt his cock drop free into the air. “Not again.” In a moment of irrational horniness, he licked his sticky hoof. He whimpered. He loved the way he tasted. Gallus had helped him learn to love his own taste: the pony had learned so much about himself as him and Gallus exchanged each other’s various fluids on a nearly nightly basis. Sandbar had learned that he tasted very different than the griffon. Gallus’ precum reminded him of autumnal woods—maple syrup and dried leaves and a fresh breeze. His own taste was much earthier, saltier. Like being at the seaside, an ocean mist, Gallus had once said. The stallion moaned, thinking about his boyfriend, and he keened at the temporary loss of their intimacy.
Sandbar whimpered as he felt his flared staff slap up against his chest wetly. He cursed loudly.
He could get off. He could hoof off right then and there and be done with the silly game. Wearing a Prench maid outfit and doing all the cleaning for a week would be worth it, surely. He reached a front hoof slowly downward and bit his lip.
“No,” he said aloud. His hoof continued to drift lower, moving with a mind of its own, born of the chemical cocktail of sexual frustration and neglect. “No!” he said again, stomping the hoof down onto the floor. The movement caused his midsection to twist slightly, causing his dick to lurch side-to-side, leaking fluid down between his legs. He told himself he could do it—he could make it to the end of this blighted game without breaking.
Earth ponies had a reputation as being stubborn. Sandbar grit his teeth, ready, if not eager, to embrace the stereotype.
Day Nine
“What do you mean you’re not going to class?” the green stallion asked.
Gallus crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m calling in sick.”
Sandbar gave a small laugh. “You may have some sick curves on that butt of yours, but you’re not sick.”
Gallus groaned as he watched the tip of the stallion’s gray member slip down between his back legs. “Fine, whatever, I’m calling in horny.”
The stallion whinnied, his eyes going wide. “Can we do that?”
Gallus grunted, peeling his eyes away from the pony’s lengthening shaft. He felt his own erection stretching the skin of his sheath. “At this point it’s that or be expelled for jerking off in class.”
Sandbar laughed in shock. And arousal. Shit, his subconscious thought, deflect! Distract! “Y-yeah,” he said aloud, “I don’t think Headmare Twilight would be happy about that.”
“Ugh,” Gallus groaned. “Now I’m thinking about jerking off.”
Alarm bells rang in the earth pony’s mind. They were echoed by a jangling excitement in his nether region. “OKAY LOVE YOU, BYE!” the stallion shouted as he galloped out of their room. Sandbar raced into the bathroom, skidding somewhat on the slick tile, and bolted into an unoccupied shower stall. He yanked the handle on with his mouth and yelped as the cold water splashed onto this back. He shivered miserably, wondering if he could get hypothermia from too many cold showers.
At least his erection had faded.
…Mostly. His tail flicked in irritation, and he turned to let the icy water assault his backside.
4 - Final Round - Showtime
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.”
Ocellus knocked on her friends’ dorm room door and waited patiently as she heard hoofsteps on the other side. The door slid open, and the changeling smiled up at the green earth pony. “Hey, Sandbar,” she said in greeting. “We were just getting ready to head to the cafeteria for dinner and wanted to know if…” her compound eyes shifted to the room behind the pony. “By the Hive Father!” She felt an acrid tang of embarrassment flow from the pony. “What the Tartarus happened to your room?”
Takeout containers covered nearly every surface. Textbooks and scrolls were pushed into a corner of the room, and crumpled towels lay scattered about. There was a thick layer of dust across what little Ocellus could see of their desks.
“Oh, uh, yeah…” Sandbar mumbled.
Gallus leaned up on one arm from where he lay on the shared bed. “Our maids are terrible,” he explained with a smirk. “Too busy showing off instead of cleaning.”
“Shh,” the pony chided. The emotional bouquet shifted from embarrassment to arousal. Ocellus felt her stomach rumble at the smell of the most sugary forms of love. Bad of her to have dessert before dinner.
“Wait,” she said, “you guys have maids?” Her eyes suddenly locked onto two rumpled and stained black-and-white outfits hanging in the small closet. Sandbar watched her attention shift, and sour notes of anxiety and fear spiked the sugary love on her tongue. The earth pony kicked the door with a back hoof, sliding it shut with a bang.
“H-he’s just joking,” Sandbar stuttered.
Realization dawned on the little changeling, as she put two and two together: Sandbar’s awkward feelings, Gallus’ comments, the outfits. “Oh my gosh!” she squealed, “you guys have been playing Ogres & Oubliettes without us?! You even had fancy noble-pony costumes made up?” The cool breeze of relief washing off of Sandbar confirmed her suspicion—ponies always felt better not having to hide secrets. “You have!”
Gallus hopped off the bed and winged over to them. “Uh huh. Yes. Totally caught us,” he agreed, as he ushered Ocellus out the door. “We’ve been roleplaying non-stop. Give us ten minutes and we’ll join you girls for dinner.”
Ocellus let herself be coaxed out of the room. As the door shut, she was thankful that changelings had good hearing, because she was able to hear Gallus further confirm her theory: “Your turn, Sandy. Ten minutes enough?”
Ocellus sighed, a slimy feeling of envy washing over her. Those two must have been playing a really intricate scenario if each turn took that long. She was going to have to ask if she and the other girls could join them next game.
