The Rise of Passion

Gallus packed up his books and notes and shuffled off. He was here to learn how to be a better royal guard. Equestrian Literature and poetry was not going to help, but he had to pass in order to earn his certification. He needed a literature credit, and he had heard that this one was easy.

"Hey, Gallus, have you seen Sandbar today?" asked Ocellus. "You're rooming with him this year, right?"

Gallus nodded. "He was hogging the bathroom all morning. He said he was fine."

"And you bought that?" smirked Smolder, coming up behind them. "Clearly, he was trying to blow you off."

"I'm well aware," answered Gallus. "He seemed as though he needed space. I opted to give him some time to overcome his issue on his own, and if he couldn't by the time I came back, I was going to intervene. I'll try to make sure he comes to dinner, but if we're not out by then, you can come in and help, okay?"

Ocellus pouted. "We only want to make sure our friend is okay. Let us help!"

Gallus shook his head. "What kind of friend would I be if I let something that was bothering him bother everyone here? What I should do is try not to air his dirty laundry."

Yona stepped forward. "Yeah, but we care about him. If something's wrong, we should go help him, right?"

Gallus nodded. "True, but he cares about you, and doesn't want you to know what's bothering him. I promise, Yona, I will do my best to help him. He and I have a rapport that will encourage him to let me in. If I can't handle it, come in and bail me out when it's time to eat."

Each with a heavy sigh, they all nodded. "Five-thirty," said Yona. "If you're not out by five-thirty, we're breaking down the door."

"I'll leave it unlocked," scowled Gallus. "Just use the knob."

They all split away from Gallus to go to their own dormitories and put away their books, do homework, the whole thing. Finally alone, Gallus went to his own room and opened the door as quietly as possible. He wanted to know what Sandbar was doing before alerting him to his presence.

It was always infuriating the way Sandbar slept. His pillows were placed pointing to the door, and he slept on his side, facing the wall. It was as though Sandbar wanted some intruder to sneak up on him. Today, that was what was going to happen.

As Gallus silently closed the door, he could hear heavy breathing and soft groaning coming from Sandbar's bed. A twinge of guilt ran through him. Sandbar might actually be sick, and by ignoring him, Gallus could have made it worse. That all went away as soon as he poked his head up over the railing.

Sandbar wasn't sick. Not in a tangible way, at any rate. He had Gallus's used bath towel pressed to his nose and was sniffing it while jerking off. Judging by the spatter covering his chest, he'd been here all day, just rubbing himself over and over to Gallus's scent.

Over the last week and a half, Sandbar had progressively turned more and more nervous when Gallus was around, just as Zecora had indicated. It took a bit longer than she had warned, but with Trixie barring the students from going into the forest and the EEA barring Zecora from coming to the school, he would have a hard time going out to refresh his stock, and Zecora had mentioned no longer supplying him.

With a particularly feminine grunt, Sandbar crunched his abs and pushed his hips into his hoof, firing off the next load directly onto Gallus's face. He fell back to the bed, panting. "Gallus," he moaned, reaching down below his balls, "Fuck me again..."

"If that'll fix the problem you have," said Gallus, having not wiped his face.

Sandbar jumped at the sound of his voice and scurried across the bed, his tail hole squeezing out the dildo he had been using. "G-Gallus! I... This isn't what it looks like!"

Gallus fluttered up onto the bed. "Oh, no?" With a single claw, he scraped a glob of cum off on half of his face. "Then your dick squirts out whipped cream?" He licked his claw. "It sure tastes like what it looks like."

Sandbar's face had gone completely red and he was shaking. "I, uh... I should go. I'll send somepony for my things..."

As he scooted toward the edge of the bed, Gallus placed a claw on his chest and pushed him back. "I'm not letting you run off. Every single one of... Almost every single one of our friend group came up to me to ask where you were today. I told them you were under the weather."

Sandbar looked away. "Everyone but me?"

"Silverstream's class schedule has her on the other side of the school, and today, she volunteered for KP in Pinkie's class on the history of savory pies. She'll probably make you something for dinner when Smolder tells her."

Sandbar looked at the towel he'd been sniffing. "I guess I am sick..." He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you. I'm really sorry to have hit you in the face. And I should have told you sooner before all of this spun out of my control."

Gallus nodded. "I'll take two of those three apologies."

"Wait, which two?"

Gallus crossed his claws. "I was quite miffed about being shot in the face, but I can forgive you for that. Then you say you should have told me sooner; you should have. I can't forgive your inconveniencing me because that never happened. I was going to check on you whether the others were worried or not. I was worried about you. And that was a dirty towel, anyway. I was already planning on washing it."

"Well, I'm still sorry."

Gallus nodded. "So, here's how I think we should proceed: You make it up to me for hitting me in the face and keeping secrets, and I'll make it up to you for leaving you to deal with this alone and for sneaking up on you."

Sandbar smiled and bowed. "If there's ever anything you need, don't hesitate to ask."

Gallus scooted forward and booped Sandbar's nose with the tip of his cock.

Sandbar looked up. "What are you doing?"

"Before you knew I was here, you wanted me to fuck you. I'm going to make your wish come true."

Sandbar blushed. "I was expecting just a declaration of friendship, or something; a promise to be better."

Gallus chuckled. "Actions speak louder than words. Let me apologize with my dick."