The month before the end of their second year, students at Twilight’s School of Friendship took a week-long field trip to another kingdom. It was as much an excuse to slack off and enjoy the beginning of summer as it was an actual learning experience—even Twilight knew it when she originally conceived of the event—but teachers and students alike looked forward to it as soon as it was announced.

For Gallus, Sandbar, and the rest of their class, Griffinstone was selected. The kingdom was steadily improving, and while it still wasn’t much when stacked up against Equestria’s peace and prosperity, Gallus admitted that he was curious what his home looked like after nearly two years away. He was even more interested when Twilight mentioned that he could take the lead if he wanted, since he naturally knew the place better than anyone.

And so there they were, twenty or so creatures on the deck of a small airship as it sailed over the border into Griffinstone. Rainbow Dash and Applejack, the designated chaperones of their little trip, stood at the prow, paying less attention to their charges than they probably should have been.

Gallus leaned against the railing on the starboard side, his arms hanging over the sides. Sandbar trotted up beside him and copied his position, forelegs on the railing, shoulder to shoulder with his boyfriend. “Excited to be back?”

“Eh, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Gallus took a big breath, frowned, and cleared his throat. “Eugh, I definitely didn’t miss how dusty the air is. I never noticed before I moved to Equestria, but it’s like a giant sandpit up here. And trust me, it only gets worse closer to the ground.”

Sandbar tested the air and found Gallus to be exaggerating, as usual. “It’s a little dry, but I kind of like it. Reminds me of you.”

“Cute,” Gallus said, rolling his eyes. “You really know how to cut a bird where it hurts.”

Sandbar kissed his cheek. “You love it.”

Gallus smiled wide and looked away, but Sandbar could see the hint of pink on the griffon’s cheeks. Gallus didn’t embarrass easily, and he didn’t usually get choked up about things either. Being back in his motherland must have been affecting him. Or maybe he was just feeling frisky. It was sometimes hard to tell.

Not that Sandbar minded either way. In fact, if everything went according to his plan, a frisky Gallus would be helpful.

Gallus turned back to look at him, and Sandbar quickly schooled his expression, smoothing his anticipatory grin into a more casual smile. Everything in due time.

“Are you planning something?” Gallus asked with narrowed eyes.

Sandbar blinked innocently. “Me? Plan?”

Gallus kept squinting at him for a second, then relented. “Yeah… right. You? Plan?” He chuckled, not sounding entirely convinced. “Sorry, I’m just a little… I dunno, anxious? I never really thought I’d be back, and I definitely never thought I’d be… kind of looking forward to it. Does that make sense?”

Sandbar patted Gallus’ hand with a hoof. “I’ve always lived in Ponyville, so I can’t really empathize, but you know I’m with you no matter what, right? If Griffinstone is amazing and all you’ve ever dreamed, we’ll just have to move back here together once we graduate.”

Gallus snorted. “Oh no, no way.” He coughed and cleared his throat again. “Just the dust is enough to keep me away.” He shifted closer to Sandbar until their shoulders touched. “But thanks. And if you decide you want to live in… I don’t know, some other horse place…” He shrugged, failing to come up with anything more than that. “Meh.”

“Thanks a million.”

“Don’t mention it.”

They stared out across the landscape, watching the clouds change colour as the sun began to set.

A set of footsteps behind them started the two out of their tranquil reverie. “You two know you’re looking the wrong direction, right!” Smolder said, a hand on her hip and a clawed foot tapping against the deck. “Did you forget about the big fuck-off mountains over there? Like ten times taller than Canterlot?”

Gallus hopped away from the railing and rustled his wings. “Oh, right, the Hyperboreans.” He smiled to Sandbar. “I guess it’s time for me to start the tour. I didn’t think we’d be able to see them so soon.”

“Everycreature’s been gawking at them for like ten minutes. You’d better get your butt over there before we pass them.”

“They’re the second tallest mountain range in the known world—I don’t think we’re going to pass them anytime soon.” But Gallus started to lope over to the tangle of students on the port side of the ship. “Hey! You guys want some history or whatever?”

The crowd turned to him, and Gallus quickly changed course for the prow of the ship so he could stand above them and be seen more easily. Sandbar tensed. This was the moment of truth.

“Wait! Everycreature will be staring into the sun.” Sandbar gestured to the far end of the ship, to the bridge and the window that opened up to face the rest of the ship. “You should do it from in there.”

“Smart thinking.” Gallus narrowed his eyes again. “You’re not Ocellus in disguise, are you? Because if so, not cool. Also, you kissed me, so double not cool.”

Sandbar just pointed into the crowd, where the changeling met their gaze with raised eyebrow and a shrug.

“Huh.” Gallus shook himself. “All right then, bridge it is.”

He jumped into the air and spread his wings, quickly soaring up to the window and hopping inside. Sandbar hurried after him, cantering through the doorway of the crew quarters and up the stairs to the navigation room. He crouched in the doorway as Gallus started his mini lecture.

Gallus braced himself on his hindlegs and leaned his front half out the window. He had to give it to his boyfriend, this was better. It felt like he was giving some kind of royal address from up here. He’d have to treat Sandbar to something once they landed in Griffinstone proper.

He licked his beak and cleared his throat. “Okay, everycreature! As you might have noticed, there are some big fucking mountains over there!” A round of reserved laughter rose from the crowd.

“Language!” Applejack called from down on the deck.

Gallus ignored her. “What you might not know is that these mountains have been home to griffins since before Equestria even existed. Way back, before Celestia and Luna were handling the sky, and maybe even further, back when Discord was still at large, griffons lived in little tribes around the base of the Hyperborian Mountains. If any of you know griffon history, you can probably guess how well that worked out for most of them.” He slid a talon over his throat dramatically. Several of the pony students in the crowd actually yelped out loud.

Gallus smiled to himself as he prepared to shift to the next topic. Class presentations were usually pretty dull, but whether it was the subject matter or the scenery or his elevation over the audience, he was loving every second of this. And it was going astonishingly smoothly, too. He half expected a minotaur warship to appear from behind a cloud or a random lightning strike to send them down to earth, but maybe for once luck was on their side.

He opened his mouth and was about to resume when he felt something touch his tail. He jumped and whipped the appendage behind him to swat away whatever pest was bothering him. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth again. “Sometime after Discord was locked up, some of the bigger griffon tribes started—Eep!” He lurched forward, almost falling out the window, as something grabbed his tail and firmly pulled it to the side. The sudden wave of cold air against his backside almost shocked him more than being touched. He tried to look behind him, but the window frame wasn’t wide enough for him to turn around that far.

He felt a presence directly behind him. A hot breath on the side of his head. “You don’t mind, do you?” Sandbar whispered in his ear, his voice oddly husky. “The view out this window was just too tempting.”

The crowd started to stir on the deck, creatures exchanging puzzled glances, Gallus’ other friends looking up at him with concern. He exhaled. Sandbar was the one who got flustered by public displays of affection. If the earth pony wanted to mess with him while he was delivering a speech, fine. If anything, Gallus worked better pressure.

“Sorry, dust,” he covered lamely. He cleared his throat again and resumed. “Sometime after Discord was locked up…”

In the navigation room, Sandbar was almost giddy. Finally… finally, he had Gallus in his hooves rather than the other way around. He stepped away from the window and returned his attention to Gallus’ tail. It hovered just off the ground, tense and nervous. Sandbar chuckled. It looked like somegriffin could dish it out but couldn’t take it.

Inches away, Gallus continued his presentation. “The first permanent settlements were made of wood and clay, but before long they discovered how to build with stone and—”

Sandbar widened his stance, trapping Gallus’ tail between his front legs, then reached down and grabbed the base between his teeth, tugging gently.

Gallus cut off with a low moan. He dipped forward, almost plummeting out the window again as his hips jerked up to follow his tail. Sandbar maintained pressure, keeping the griffon in place and also sufficiently flustered. Sandbar tugged again, pulling Gallus back on balance. Once he was sure Gallus was back on his feet, he released his tail and stepped back. As he predicted, Gallus’ tail stayed in the air, leaving the exciting parts beneath on full display.

Gallus gulped short, quick breaths of air. Falling was nothing new to any creature with wings, but that little edge of danger was messing with his focus way more than just a little foreplay would have. At least, that’s what he told himself. Unfortunately, all the rationalizing in the world didn’t change the fact that he still had his ass up in the air, a burning erection, and a crowd of confused peers staring at him. At least everything but his face and torso were hidden inside the window, so as long as he kept his cool, no creature would suspect that his boyfriend was toying with him.

“S-stone,” he said, forcing the words out over the tremble in his throat, “and even marble in some buildings. We might not visit any of those early places, since they’re kind of low down and f-falling apart, but if you keep an eye out while we’re c-coming… coming in to land, you might spot some.”

He took a breath and almost choked as Sandbar’s tongue slid over his balls.

Okay, maybe keeping his cool wasn’t a possibility.

Sandbar savoured the heady, masculine scent and flavour of Gallus’ sack, coating both orbs before sliding lower to lap at his cock. It was pressed hard against the wall beneath the window, and Sandbar could already see a little trail of fluid running down the wallpaper. He swiped his tongue over Gallus’ cocktip and caught a few droplets, then continued the motion upward, back to the base of the shaft and the subtle knot at the top.

Then he pulled back and frowned. Gallus’ hips were pressed too close to the wall for Sandbar to slide underneath and properly suck him off. He puzzled at that conundrum for a second or two, then shrugged. It felt wrong to move on to the main event without having a proper taste first, but beggers couldn’t be choosers.

He reached into the saddlebags that he’d been carrying around all day in case of just such an opportunity and withdrew a small, unmarked squeeze bottle. Usually Gallus handled the lube, since his talons were more dextrous than hooves by an order of magnitude, but Sandbar knew the essentials.

Between hurried breaths, Gallus managed to continue his lesson with almost no interruptions. Sure, he’d stammered a bit when Sandbar messed with his knot, and they would definitely need to clean the wall underneath him before they disembarked, but otherwise everything was still under control.

“The castle wasn’t built until the first griffon king, King Ganeo, led his tribe to the highest peak of the mountains and fought off the other two tribes who lived there. It was apparently pretty gorey stuff, but you know history. Always exaggera—”

He gasped and his pupils narrowed as he felt a cold, slick something against his back door. Oh no. No way. Sandbar was not about to… was he? Just the thought of it made his neglected cock throb. Gallus was no prude. He’d fooled around with partners in all kinds of ridiculous places. But he’d never gone this far. Sandbar was actually going to fuck him on an airship surrounded by oblivious onlookers. It was enough to make him triple check that all of the changelings students were still down in the crowd beneath him.

When had his boyfriend become this devious?

Once his cock and Gallus’ hole were sufficiently slippery, Sandbar reared up and planted his upper body on Gallus’ back. The griffon grunted at the sudden weight and wobbled slightly, but he managed to keep his balance this time. Sandbar lined himself up with his boyfriend’s tight pucker and pressed forward, slowly but forcefully spreading the griffin’s ass around his shaft. He kept going up to his medial ring, then he paused to give Gallus a second to adjust. Even as experienced as he was, Gallus could never take all Sandbar had to offer without a bit of time to warm up.

One of the downsides of being an equine, Sandbar supposed, although Gallus never complained.

On the other side of the window, Gallus’s voice rang out, tight and strained and… well, blatantly sexual. “King Grover was the last… mmh, oh! The last griffon king because he lost the fucking… ah shit, the idol… thing.” His hips wiggled, probably unintentionally, and another inch of Sandbar’s length slid inside.

A spurt of precum shot from Gallus’ cock and painted the wall. He moaned, loud and hot, and pushed his ass backward until their hips touched.

Sandbar leaned forward until he was almost visible from the deck and whispered in Gallus’ ear, “This is for the buckball final that we had to miss.” He pulled back until only his tip was still inside, then thrust forward, driving his entire cock inside the griffin in one motion and pressing suddenly on Gallus’ prostate. Another dribble of cum doused the wall.

Gallus shuddered and slumped, his grip on the window frame melting. In a few seconds he went from flustered but presentable to draped over the window frame like a towel on a rack, little moans and squeaks escaping his beak with every thrust.

Sandbar set a steady rhythm, ramming his cock home with just enough force to jostle Gallus’ hips, withdrawing until Gallus, desperate to be filled, started to thrust backward into him.

With remarkable coordination considering the circumstances, Gallus managed to lift one arm back inside the room and reach down to his own shaft, stroking it up and down while his boyfriend gave him the ride of his life.

Sandbar thrust forward, thighs slapping against rump. “This is for the time you jerked me off on the couch next to my parents.” He pulled back, the beginnings of his flare dragging at the griffon’s insides. He thrust again. “And for the time Silverstream walked into our room and you didn’t even stop fucking my ass while you answered her question.”

Gallus whimpered, the barrage of glancing strikes to his prostate milking him swiftly toward his climax. His talons were slick with precum, producing wet squelching sounds with each pump they gave his cock. His knot was swelling fast, his legs were starting to shake, and while his upper body remained outside, his eyes were blind to everything but the buttery haze of pleasure that suffused every inch of his body.

Sandbar never stopped. “And remember the time you convinced me to suck you off under your desk right before I had to do a presentation in Fluttershy’s class, then finished in my mouth when she called my name? I had to stand up there for twenty minutes with—mhm,” he cut off suddenly, clenching his body to stave off his orgasm until he could get a few more solid examples in. “Twenty minutes with your jizz on my chin!” he finished, punctuating it with a single strong thrust.

Gallus spasmed, his hand flying over his cock as his climax crashed into him. “S-Sandy,” he cried out. Pulse after pulse of griffon seed splashed against the wall, the floor, even his own hind legs were sprinkled with a few droplets. He moaned, and his hips bucked, sliding him up and down his boyfriend’s shaft in sharp, unpredictable patterns. The random stimulation was almost too much, each motion dragging the pony’s widening flare across his prostate and sliding the medial ring in and out of his hole.

Sandbar grinned and picked up speed, fucking with wild abandon. “How about the time you showed me off to Ocellus when she wanted to ‘study pony anatomy’? Or the time we had to break into the gym after dark to shower because we were both too covered in cum to walk back to the dorms?”

With one final push, he buried himself as deeply inside Gallus as he could and slumped down overtop of him, his hips rocking and bumping as waves of thick equine cum poured into the griffon, soon leaking out the sides and pouring down Gallus’ taint and balls to drip onto the floor. Sandbar kept going, filling his boyfriend a little bit more with every half-thrust, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure and fluid out of his little revenge plot.

Finally, both pony and griffin were still and sated, slumped and exhausted.

Gallus, still swimming in post-orgasmic bliss, raised his head weakly and looked around. He was greeted by a sea of wide eyes and red cheeks. Sound started to trickle in. Murmurs, giggles, whoops and cheers and shouts. He dragged his gaze across the crowd to find Ocellus, Silverstream, Smolder, and Yona. None of them seemed particularly surprised.

He felt movement on his back, and then strong forelegs hooked his shoulders and tugged him down to the floor.

They fell together into a slightly damp pile. Sandbar ran a hoof over Gallus’ chest. “Gotcha.”

Gallus shook his head. “Fuck, I mean… yeah, I guess you did.” He paused, remembering some of the things Sandbar had said moments before. “Does… does it really bother you that much? I thought you said you liked it when we did stuff in public?”

Sandbar smiled and kissed him square on the beak. “Of course it bothers me. That’s why it’s so much fun. You like fucking with me, so I wanted to fuck with you for a change.” He chuckled. “Literally.

Gallus winced and rubbed at his behind. “Yup, definitely feeling fucked with right now.” He wrapped his arms around his stallion. “You know that this means we need to get even crazier, right?”

“There was never a doubt in my mind.” Sandbar rolled his shoulders. “Uh, we probably need to get this all cleaned up.”

“Showers?” Gallus asked.

Sandbar blinked. “Seriously? That wasn’t enough for you?”

“No, no,” Gallus said vehemently. “Just showers this time. I mean it.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Author's Note

This one's for any Gallbar fans having a particularly rough 2020. It's not much, but what else is a fellow horse degenerate to do but write a dumb, smutty story?