You Wouldn't Fuck a Dead Body, Would you Gallus?
The screams woke Gallus out of bed.
He fell from his comfortable mattress and landed in a heap on the floor. Good thing too, as the glass from the window shattered a moment later, the shards cutting his sheets to ribbons. He could hear the screams more clearly now, along with the familiar buzzing of wings and chattering of jaws.
The drones were here.
Gallus never thought the changelings would attack Ponyville. No one did. It was in the heart of Equestria, so far from the border that only an army large enough to blot out the sun could have even dreamed of reaching it. But changelings didn’t line up in neat little rows and send a letter ahead to tell you they were coming. Changelings liked to sneak it.
Headmare Twilight was at the border, along with the other princesses and most of the other teachers. Only Professors Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were still at the school, mostly to keep the students calm.
Gallus scrambled to his feet, barely managing to pull on a robe as he ran through the door. He needed to find Professor Dash, she would know what to do.
He made it into the hall, the changelings having already managed to break into the school. They weren’t like Ocellus. They belonged to Chrysalis, all black and full of holes, barely a step above a mindless animal he had been told. They certainly looked that way to him as they crashed through one of the doors, foam dripping from their mouths as they swarmed over still waking students.
Gallus saw one, a pretty pink and blonde mare he had been meaning to talk to get piled on by a dozen of them. They didn’t even use their weapons or magic, tearing into her with their teeth and claws. He didn’t stay to watch, making a beeline for Professor Dash’s office. It was close. He could make it.
He did. Just in time to see Rainbow Dash’s body hurled through the door to her office and slam into the opposite wall. She stuck there, a spear going directly between her breasts, all the way through her chest and into the wall behind her. It pinned her there like a butterfly in a display case.
Something inside Gallus snapped and every fiber of his being was filled with a single emotion: Fear.
He ran. Past the hordes of drones, past the dead and dying, tripping and stumbling over bodies and rubble. The sounds of murder and slaughter faded into a single overpowering drone of dread as he went for the only safe place he knew.
There was an attic in one of the buildings, apparently forgotten by everyone after the school opened. Gallus discovered it one day while trying to hide, finding what had to be the best hiding spot ever. No one had ever discovered it, the entrance hidden behind a banner declaring friendship for all. It was a place he could go to sneak naps and snacks when he didn’t want to chance the others finding him.
The banner was on fire when he reached it, not that the griffon even felt the heat as he ducked behind it and scrambled into his hiding place. It was a bit cramped in there, forcing him to duck his head as he entered and closed the door behind him. He collapsed on the floor, eyes managing to line up perfectly with the gaps in the floorboards.
The attic was above one of the girls’ dormitories. Gallus had been ecstatic the first time he’d caught a peek at Smolder in her frilly little nightie, her pert little breasts visible through the sheer material. Now, he wished the gaps had been sealed. He could see his friends cornered below. Smolder, Silverstream, Ocellus, Yona, Sandbar, even Gabby, who had come visiting just that week. All huddled together as a mob of Chrysalis’s drones advanced on them.
“Why are you here?” Ocellus demanded, tears streaming down her cheeks as the drones readied their weapons.
They all spoke at once, blending together into a single, buzzing voice.
“Kill.”
Yona charged and the shrill shriek of a magical blast sounded from the weapons in the drones’ hands. Dozens of blazing green bolts of fire shot out and into the yak’s body. To her credit, she almost made it to the nearest drone before they brought her down, her smoking body crumpling into a heap on the floor.
Gallus passed out after that. The last thing he heard was the screams.
*****
Gallus woke with a start.
It was dark and his body hurt, like he had been sleeping on the floor. His head ached and his mouth and throat felt like he had tried to swallow all the sand at a beach. He stood up, his entire body sore and stiff. His back hit the ceiling, clueing him in that he had fallen asleep in his usual hiding spot.
He sniffed as something acrid wafted up from somewhere, making him cough. And the coughing hurt his throat and made his headache worse.
Muttering under his breath, he fumbled for the door. The wood creaked and parts of it crumbled and fell away as his claws touched it. He pushed it open, allowing moonlight to spill in and reveal where the burning smell had come from. The door had been charred by fire, fire that had also burned the banner the door normally hid behind. The hallway beyond wasn’t any better, littered with chunks of stone, glass, and… bodies.
The morning came back to Gallus in a flash. The drones, Professor Dash, his friends.
Gallus stumbled forward, falling from the doorway and tumbling head over ass into the floor. His fall was broken by something that crunched as he landed on it. He looked back, seeing the body of a drone, a dried pool of blood pooled underneath it. He scrambled away from it, running to a smashed window and looking out at the town beyond.
Ponyville lay in ruins. Buildings smashed and burning, blood, debris, and bodies left in the streets. Twilight’s castle still stood, no doubt looted but the drones apparently unable to bring it down. In lieu of destroying it, they chose to desecrate it instead, impaling bodies on every spine and spire and hanging even more from the branches.
Gallus looked away, feeling sick. He stumbled over to a water fountain, miraculously undamaged in the attack. Even more so was that it still worked, shooting out water as he pressed the lever. He drank, cooling his parched throat with cold water and filling his belly. He ducked down and let the stream of water splash over his face, using his free hand to rub the water into his feathers.
When he finally let the water shut off, he felt better, if only marginally. His body ached just a little less and the throbbing in his skull was significantly easier to ignore. Finally able to take stock, he considered his options.
He couldn’t stay here, obviously. Even if the drones had left the town for the moment, they could very well come back. On the other hand, it wouldn’t be too long before help arrived. Even if he was the only creature left alive in the whole town, someone was bound to notice something was amiss and send help.
He turned around and looked at his hiding spot. He could gather water and food, hole up there until someone that wasn’t a murderous bug came along. His eyes shifted from the door to the attic to the one to the dormitory. It was slightly ajar, and a viciously cruel thought wormed its way into Gallus’s brain.
What if he wasn’t the only survivor? Maybe, just maybe, someone else was alive. One of his friends…
He approached the door slowly, the flaps of his robe stirred by a sudden gust of wind that swept through the hallway. He pushed against the knob, the hinges squeaking as the door swung inward. Moonlight shone in behind him, lighting the scene before him.
His friends lay dead around the room. Yona in a crumpled heap on the floor, her fur and clothes blackened by the magical shots that killed her. Sandbar was a few feet away, a noticeable hole burned right through the middle of his head. Up against one of the beds was Ocellus. Gallus had been told the drones were mindless, but they apparently had enough thought in their heads to give those they considered traitors special attention. There were clear bruises around her throat, little cuts in her neck where their claws bit into her flesh.
Bile rose in Gallus’s throat, but he kept looking, hope a small but painful flame burning in his gut. He spotted Gabby sitting in a chair, a small line of red staining the fur around her throat. Silverstream was on the floor in front of the young griffon, looking for a moment like she had been spared. Then Gallus got close enough to see something sticking out the side of her head. The hilt of a dagger, the blade obviously buried in her brain.
Hope was a single needle like point stabbing in his heart as he looked for the last one. Even if he didn’t find her, that was itself a good sign. If she wasn’t here, there was a chance she—
Gallus shifted to the side, allowing moonlight to shine where his shadow had been a moment before. She looked alive at first glance, no visible wounds, no weapons stuck in her. It was only as Gallus got closer did he see what was wrong. Smolder’s head was turned too far to the left. He reached out with trembling claws to touch her, her body cool to his touch. He tried moving her head, feeling the broken bones in her neck grind against each other as he faced her forward.
Gallus let out a quiet, shuddering breath, hope twisting the knife just a little before going hard and cold inside of him.
He looked at Smolder for a while, getting lost in the bottomless pit of her dead, glassy eyes. He needed to cover them, give them some modicum of respect. There were plenty of bedsheets for the others, but he wanted to give Smolder something.He fumbled with his robe, sliding it off his shoulders and gathering it in his hands. He didn’t care that he was naked underneath it, only truly noticing at that very moment. He sighed quietly as he raised the robe to drape over her dead friend.
That was when he noticed it. Her right breast had popped free of her frilly pink nightie. Gallus’s breath caught in his throat. He had only caught glimpses before now, fleeting peeks from a distance, between the gaps in the floorboards. Now, he was close enough to see the little bumps around her pink areola.
Gallus was a lot of things, mortal being one of them. Hormonal was another. Before he knew what was happening, his dick was twitching, little throbs going through it as it woke up. He quickly pulled his robe over Smolder’s body, hiding her from view.
He stumbled back and took a breath, realizing what had just happened. He’d gotten hard ons at inappropriate times before. Heck, sometimes just seeing two of his friends hug was enough to get him going, their clothed boobs smushing together. But this was something else entirely. This was necrophilia, which was a class two fine in Equestria as Sandbar had once told him.
Why Sandy knew that was something Gallus hadn’t really thought about.
Gallus swallowed past a lump in his throat as he stared at Smolder’s covered form. He wanted to look again. It… it was wrong, yes. No real way to get around that. But… what was the harm, really?
An entire town just got wiped off the map, a little peeking was small fish next to that, right?
Slowly, nervous sweat beginning to trickle down his head, Gallus pulled the robe down, just enough to expose Smolder’s chest. His dick stirred again, which was understandable if you really thought about it. What was the difference between this and looking at a picture?
Still, guilt ate away at the griffon’s conscience, and he quickly made a move to balance out his misdeed. With as light and gentle a touch as he could, Gallus took Smolder’s breast and tucked it back into her nightie. He felt it, no way around that, her scaly flesh cool, soft with just enough firmness to squeeze. He snuck in a quick squeeze, promising to do something else later to make up for it. It took him a few moments of fumbling to realize her breast hadn’t just slipped out of her nightie, but that the whole garment had been cut.
Gallus mulled on that, imagining that some drone had tried slicing her open and gotten a nasty burn from the feisty dragoness. His lips twitched with the ghost of a smile. Defiant to the end…
He should have covered her up. He didn’t. He couldn’t. He wasn’t sure if the feelings he felt for Smolder had been love. The attraction was certainly there, one he thought she returned. He wished he had said something, done something before now. Smolder was gone, but Gallus’s feelings for her weren’t. Bottling them up was impossible, so the only thing left was to let them all out.
Gallus took Smolder’s face in his hands, cupped her cheek softly, tenderly. He leaned in, pressing his beak to her cool lips. It was a soft kiss, a tender one, no growling or aggressive tonguing. Her lips reminded him of plush leather, the texture strange and first and yet pleasant. A tingle went down his spine at the contact, making his skin prickle and his fluff stand on end. He pulled away after a moment, able to taste something that reminded him of smokey barbeque.
In spite of Gallus’s wishes, his dick simply refused to stay down. It twitched, not quite to its full hardness, but more than ready to go at a moment’s notice. Gallus looked from his dick of a cock to Smolder, terrible, awful thoughts creeping into his head.
Gallus took a deep breath and walked back into the hallway. He put his hands to his mouth and angled his head back a bit.
“Is anyone there!” he shouted down the hall before turning and shouting in the opposite direction. “I’m here, come get me!”
His arms dropped to his sides and he stood there waiting for a minute or two. There came no running feets, marching boots, no calls for him or chitterings of drones. It appeared to be, as he suspected, that he was well and truly alone. He turned and moved back into the room, leaving the door open so the moonlight could shine in.
He made a beeline back to the bed and Smolder. He pulled the robe off her, setting it on the next bed over and taking in her appearance. Aside from the slightly skewed angle her head sat at and her exposed breast, she looked no different than normal. A slightly shorter than average dragon, scales like a ripe orange peel and the paler fruit underneath. He had made that comparison to her once and got punched in the arm for it, although she had been blushing.
He smiled at the memory, reaching out to rub the little purple frill that sat atop her head. She never let him do that before, and it was surprisingly soft and pliable. He moved past her blank eyes and vacant expression to her chest, her perky breasts hidden partially behind her uncharacteristically girly nightie. He carefully slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled the whole thing over her head, tossing it aside. She now sat before him only in her panties, also pink with cute little red hearts.
Gallus was breathing heavier now, only a single layer of fabric between him and his goal. He gently eased Smolder onto her back, getting on the bed near her feet. Those panties were stretched over her wide hips, what the dragon lacked in the chest department more than made up for by her rump. Even her tail was thick, that long extra limb acting almost like a red carpet leading to her groin.
Gallus took a moment to center himself before he reached out and hooked his talons into the waistband of Smolder’s panties. Slowly, carefully, he worked them off her hips and down her legs, focusing on them and not looking elsewhere. Once he had them in hand, he carefully set them aside and turned his gaze to his ultimate prize.
Smolder’s pussy was bare before Gallus’s hungry eyes. You could almost miss it you weren’t paying attention, a slit at her groin, the vaginal lips the same color as the scaled skin around them, parted oh so slightly to hint at the pink flesh within.
Gallus wrapped his arms around Smolder’s thighs, pulling her close as he leaned in. He pressed his beak into her folds, finding them noticeably warmer than the rest of her had been. Maybe the fire in her belly had kept her warm for him. A smile wormed its way onto his face as he stuck his tongue into her, tasting her at long last. She had a sweet yet smokey flavor, a similar aroma tickling his nostrils. A soft moan escaped Gallus’s throat as he lathered Smolder’s pussy in saliva, tasing her as much as he could before his dick simply got too hard to ignore.
He pulled away, a string of spit still connecting him to her. He wiped his mouth and crawled over her, his cock throbbing almost painfully as he got so close to claiming his prize. He got his legs between hers, angling his hips and using a hand to guide the tip of his cock to her now wet lips. Gallus looked up from their groins to Smolder’s face, smiling sadly.
The sad smile morphed into a happy one as he pressed himself into her, his cock spreading her folds with ease. A shiver ran up his spine, his hips moving jerkily as he tried to take things slow. He got about halfway in before giving up and slamming home with enough force to make Smolder’s boobs jiggle. Gallus groaned and almost collapsed on top of her as her cunt hugged his cock tightly. It shouldn’t have felt half as good as it did, but it wasn’t like Gallus could debate how nice what he was doing should feel.
It felt even better to pull back, Smolder’s pussy gripping at him with delicious tightness. He quickly slammed back in, settling into a somewhat steady rhythm of thrusts. The clap of flesh on flesh filled the room, no doubt leaking into the hallway beyond. This was one of the places he imagined his and Smolder’s first times would have been, together in her bed.
He wasn’t focused on how long it lasted. Whatever the real time was, it felt like a wonderful eternity to him. But eventually Gallus that familiar tightness in his balls and his already uneven thrusts became erratic. He pressed himself against Smolder as he got close to orgasm, cradling her head and leaning in for another kiss. This one was heated and passionate, his tongue forcing its way between her lips to tangle with her own, more serpentine oral muscle.
He buried himself to the hilt in her an instant before shooting thick ropes of hot griffon jizz into her, painting her walls white with his seed. His hips gave a few more shallow thrusts, trying in vain to get more of himself inside her. He had to break the kiss to gasp out in pleasure before collapsing on top of her, his cock slowly going soft.
He laid there for some time, pressed against her soft, leathery skin, slowly regaining his breath. He could have gone to sleep, but his eyes fell upon the rest of the room and his mind began to fill with less than pure thoughts. He looked back to Smolder, staring into the dragoness’s blank eyes. He smiled and gently closed her eyes, giving her a kiss on the cheek, his mind made up on what he was going to do next.
“In for a bit, in for a pound,” He muttered, carefully untangling himself from Smolder’s body and pulling his cock from her folds.
His dick started to stir back to life, glistening in the moonlight with it’s glaze of cum, saliva, and dragon juices. Gallus moved around the room again, inspecting it with a much different eye than before.
He pulled blankets from the beds, draping the first over Yona’s form. He was good friends with the yak, but she didn’t exactly capture his attention. He did the same with Ocellus, hesitating for just a moment before covering her up. In retrospect, having a changeling for a lover meant you could fuck just about anyone you wanted and it would never be cheating. Unfortunately, he doubted it was at all possible to trigger a transformation on a dead changeling. He murmured something approximating an apology before covering her as well.
He got to Sandbar, fully intending to just throw a blanket over his friend, when he saw something he hadn’t noticed before. Sandbar was naked, save for a pair of boxers. What he was doing in his underwear in the girl’s dormitory was something Gallus would ponder later, but what was more pressing was Sandbar’s dick. It was poking out the top of his boxers, against his belly. And it was hard. At least, it looked like it was. If what Gallus was seeing right now was Sandy soft then the griffon could only imagine the girl big enough to take him.
Gallus wasn’t gay, he was pretty sure of that. Like, ninety-six percent sure, but…
He knelt down and quickly worked the boxers off Sandbar's hips, pulling them down off his legs before tossing them aside. Now, with the stallion naked, Gallus wrapped his fingers around Sandy’s cock. Yep, definitely hard. He stroked it slowly from base to its flared head. Gallus had always been a little curious about Equestrians and their dicks. Purely academic curiosity. He moved his hand lower, cupping Sandy’s balls. Sheesh, they were big.
“Hope you got one off before this all happened, buddy,” Gallus said with a little laugh as he stood back up and draped the sheet over Sandbar. “And, just so we’re clear, no homo.”
That taken care of, Gallus moved to the last two in the room: Gabby and Silverstream. Like Smolder, they both had clothes on. An off-white nightgown for Silversteam and pajamas for Gabby. Gabby’s even had little cartoon outlines of ponies on it.
Gallus bent down and gathered Silverstream in his arms, carrying her to her bed just a few feet aways. She was bigger than Smolder, and heavier too. Not that Gallus was in any position to complain, although he did grunt a little from the strain. Once she was on the bed, he took stock of her, namely the dagger in the side of her head. He grabbed it, assessing the weapon to be firmly lodged in. After a moment, he let go, leaving it for now.
He instead focused on her nightgown, grabbing the hem and pulling it up over her body. His cock twitched as her bare form was revealed. Smoulder may have been the one he wanted to have a proper relationship with, but Gallus would have been lying if he said he didn’t want to fuck Silverstream. Her pretty pink feathers were eye-catching, along with her pretty face and full figure. While Smolder carried most of her weight in her rear, Silverstream had it evenly distributed. Full breasts, a pert ass, and a pretty athletic build on top of all that.
Yeah, there was hardly a creature in Ponyville that didn’t want to see what a night in the sack with Silverstream was like. Regardless of species or gender.
Gallus tossed the nightgown aside as he inspected his prize. He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do with her. He ran his hands over her form, feeling her soft feathers. His fingers trailed down to her groin, where she had some pretty fluff the same color as her mane.
“Carpet matches the drapes,” Gallus snickered, rubbing her pussy lips.
His hand dipped lower, grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing. That sparked an idea. He quickly rolled her over onto her belly and climbed on the bed behind her. He got two handfuls of that ass then, grabbing and squeezing roughly. He ducked down, running his tongue over one cheek.
This close, he could smell her. There was some sweet fragrance he couldn’t quite place but felt distinctly ‘Silverstream’ to him. He moved his face lower and closer, sticking his beak between those lovely cheeks and darting his tongue out to get a taste of her pussy. She tasted sweeter than Smolder, almost sugary. If someone had asked him what he imagined Silverstream’s pussy to taste like, he probably would have said something like this.
He pulled back a bit and spread her cheeks, getting a good look at her puckered little butthole. Gallus felt hot and dirty as he realized what he was going to do. He imagined suggesting anal to Smolder would have earned him a gut punch and some singed feathers. But Silverstream? That was probably what she called Friday Night.
He ran his tongue over her butt before he thought about what he was doing, tasing sweat and more sweetness. Was she made of sugar or what? His dick was hard again, maybe even harder than before. He sandwiched it between her asscheeks, rubbing it right against her taint, letting her know what was going to happen.
He hesitated, remembering all the advice he’d read in magazines. Lube up or you’re gonna have a bad time. He chewed his lip, still hotdogging his cock with Silverstream’s buns as he thought. Where was he-
After a quick glance at the hippogriff under him, he leaned over her and stuck a hand under her pillow. It was her bed so maybe—yep. His hand came back with a bottle of lube, the good stuff too. He chuckled and uncapped the lid, slathering the bottle’s contents all over Silverstream’s ass and his cock. He let out a quiet hiss as the cold, viscous liquid touched him, but with his motions it got warm fast. He pulled his cock back long enough to spread a generous amount over Silverstream’s butthole, even pushing his fingers in a little.
Satisfied he wasn’t about to get carpet burn (assburn?) on his dick, Gallus angled himself up and got ready.
“Bite the pillow, honey,” he whispered in Silverstream’s ear, unable to help himself, before slamming home. “Fuuuuuuuck...”
It was tight. Wonderfully, almost painfully tight. He only got a few inches in when he tried to pull back, but Silverstream’s ass wasn’t having any of that. It clung and sucked at him even more than Smolder’s pussy had, very resistant to having its treat taken away. Resigning himself to his chosen fate, Gallus gave the sucking hole what it wanted.
The clap of asscheeks filled the room as Gallus fucked Silverstream’s ass. Her plump ass did a fine job cushioning his groin every time he slammed his cock into her tight hole, cheeks bouncing with every impact. The lube had warmed up just like he knew it would, making every thrust into Silverstream’s hungry hole smooth and exhilarating. He groaned, moaned, and even laughed a little while he fucked her. This shouldn’t have felt nearly as good as it did, but fuck it, why shouldn’t it? Silverstream would have wanted it too, Gallus thought. She was a fun-loving girl, always there to help her friends and just about anyone else have a good time.
Gallus glanced to the side, his eyes falling on Gabby. He slowed his fucking of Silverstream. Not stopping, but going at it gentler now. It wasn’t fair to leave Gabby out of it, was it?
“I think we should get her in on this, too,” Gallus stage whispered to Silverstream. “Besides, you probably don’t want me creaming your ass.”
Gallus straightened up, got a good grip on Silverstream’s cheeks, and began pulling his cock out. As before, her ass just didn’t want to let go, sucking desperately to keep him inside. But, Gallus was a griffon of sheer willpower, and he slowly, carefully pulled his dick free with a wet pop and a little squirt of lube.
He got off the bed, cock swinging freely in the air as he sauntered over to Gabby. Like Silverstream, she had this energy about her that Gallus just loved. Just like he loved Silverstream. To say he didn’t have the occasional fantasy about Gabby would be lying. To say he didn’t feel weird and slightly guilty about it would also be lying. But, in terms of guilt, Gallus was sure he was way past that. He didn’t even think when he grabbed Gabby’s chin and kissed her, hard cock rubbing against her pajamas and staining them with all manner of sexual fluids.
He grabbed her shirt, pulling it apart and sending buttons flying, revealing her rather flat chest. Not that Gallus minded that at all as he practically tore the garment off her shoulder. Her pajama pants got the same treatment, pulling them down and off her hips quick as a flash. He left the clothes on the chair as he hauled her up and threw her over his shoulder. He considered just tossing her onto Silverstream’s bed, but that would be a little cramped. Yona’s on the other hand…
Being simply physically larger, Yona had been afforded a larger bed than her friends. No one begrudged her for it, since she more or less had the same amount of room everyone else had. Gallus certainly was happy for it, since it could accommodate him and his two partners easily.
“‘Scuse me, Yona, much obliged,” Gallus said as he skirted the yak’s covered form. Maybe he would revisit her later, show her some proper appreciation.
He laid Gabby down on the bed and quickly scurried back to grab Silverstream, snagging her pillow and the lube bottle while he was at it. He set Silverstream down beside Gabby and gathered up the pillows into a little pile. Once that was done, he hopped onto the bed, resting his back against the pillow pile and pulling both girls into his lap.
“I hope you don’t mind cleaning me up,” he said, opening both girls’ mouths and pulling their tongues out.
He grabbed their heads and pulled them close, running their tongues over his shaft. His expression turned a little fuzzy at the strange feeling of their dry, slightly stiff tongues on his cock.
“Good thing I grabbed this,” he said, taking up the lube and giving both girls a healthy squirt of it into their mouths. He stuck his fingers in, moving the lube around and making sure they were good and wet. Satisfied this wouldn’t feel too weird, he got them back to work.
It was a little odd, forcing Gabby and Silverstream to kiss around his dick, forcing them to lick his shaft, not getting him cleaner in the slightest. The lube drooled from their mouths like spit, turning his crotch into a mess as he used their faces to get himself off.
“G-getting close,” he warned them as he moved their heads up and down the sides of his cock. “Oh, fuck. Hey Gabby, why don’t you let Silvey have this one, huh?”
Gabby stared dead at him, which he took as a yes. He pulled her closer while he lined Silverstream’s mouth up with the head of his dick, pushing into her wet maw.
“Don’t worry, I got plenty more in me for you,” he whispered Gabby, pulling her into a kiss as he forced Silverstream deeper on his cock.
Gabby’s mouth was a mess, still having plenty of lube and, thankfully, tasting mostly of strawberries. He grunted into her mouth as he ran into a bit of trouble with Silverstream, her throat proving resistant to having something shoved down it. Gallus grabbed the dagger hilt for leverage and put some more effort into it, forcing his cock into the tight channel of the hippogriff’s throat. He pushed her down until her beak met his belly and his shaft bulged her throat. The tightness of it pushed him over the edge and he came with a loud groan, shooting a thick load of cum down the pink birdie’s thoat. He pushed Gabby away and grabbed Silverstream’s throat, rubbing his cock through her flesh, milking his orgams for all its worth until he was just dry firing.
Extracting his cock from her throat was quite a bit easier than getting it out of her ass, the softening organ practically squeezed back up by the tight muscles. He rolled Silverstream next to Gabby, cum and lube leaking from the side of her mouth. Gallus leaned back against the pillows and took a shuddering breath, the sensation of his orgasm still working through his body. His mind felt clear for a moment and he thought back on what had happened.
On what he had done.
He reached over and closed Gabby and Silverstream’s eyes in turn, giving them both loving pats on the head.
Today had been the worst day of his life. Tonight might have been his best. It was strange to think about. Would he have given it all away to have his friends back? Of course. But, since he couldn’t...
Gallus felt spent, but by no means tired. He hopped off the bed and crossed the room to another bed, using its sheets to wipe his dick and groin clean. Or as clean as he could. The water fountain had been working, so the showers probably would be too. He resolved to go there and get cleaned up properly.
He stopped at the doorway, looking back in on the room. Silverstream and Gabby beside each other on Yona’s bed, Smolder on hers. They almost looked like they were just sleeping. He thought back to that morning, to Professor Dash. He also thought of Professor Fluttershy, of all the other teachers and students that had been at the school.
He started making a list in his head as he made his way down to the showers. It would probably be a while before anyone realized Ponyville had been hit. Even longer before anyone came through looking for survivors.
Gallus had a pretty good idea of how he was going to pass the time.
Author's Note
And here we have my second time writing necro. I feel like Gallus's feet dragging approach to doing such things to the bodies of his friends mirrors my own trepidations as I slowly inch my way over to the properly deep waters of fetish writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Hail Slaanesh.
