The Rise of Passion

by Kiernan

Chapter the Thirty-Ninth: Cure for Loneliness

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Sandbar took a deep breath. Gallus's balls were much headier when they were fresh. This was loads better than huffing his towel. His eyes twitched, he began to salivate, and it took no time at all to regain his erection. "Gallus..."

"If this is what will keep your condition under control, I gladly offer it to you."

Sandbar tilted his head back and kissed the underside of the shaft, touching his tongue to each individual barb. "It's different than I thought it would be."

"And just what was it you were expecting?" asked Gallus, enjoying the attention.

"I always thought it would be longer, wider, less sharp. Kind of like mine."

Gallus sat down and pressed their dicks together. "They're different, sure, but mine is the one you want."

"Well, yeah, but at this reveal, I don't want to hurt you."

Gallus scoffed. "How could you hurt me?"

"The guy with the bigger dick is always the one dominating. That's how it works, right?" Sandbar pulled his hooves up to his face, blocking them. "That's why I always wanted you to have a bigger dick, so you could be the one on top."

Gallus narrowed his eyes. "Where did you ever learn that?"

Sandbar rolled over and stuck his hoof under the mattress, pulling out some dirty magazines. They were contraband, and Gallus was supposed to confiscate them, but he could pretend he didn't see them, claiming it was unethical to go through Sandbar's things. He knew all of the loopholes.

"I wanted to educate myself on the urges I was feeling, so I purchased these and brought them in with my luggage." He flipped through several pages of images with small stallions with small penises, some locked in chastity cages under their dresses and panties, and always, a big, muscular stallion was standing nearby, their big, floppy cocks being admired. The further in they went, the more the small stallions would worship the bigger ones until their tiny arseholes were being stretched by the monstrous shafts.

"And you wanted me to have a huge dick so I could stretch you like these sissies?"

Sandbar nodded. "And now, we can't, because you're smaller than me. It's not fair!"

"It's not," agreed Gallus. He put his claw on Sandbar's chest and pushed him onto his back. "Good thing it's not true."

Sandbar's eyes widened. "It's not?"

"If it were true, I'd be screwed," smirked Gallus. "I'm short. Silverstream's tall, so she'd never be allowed to have children, either. No matter how close we ever became, even if she and I were to marry, by your logic, I could never mount her. It's not the size that counts, but how you use it." He pressed his tip against Sandbar's anus, then popped open a small bottle he'd been given by Cozy, dribbling the slick fluid onto the connection. "Let me show you."

Gently, he pushed his way in, stopping after just the tip. Sandbar's pucker was squeezing him already. "I ta-take it back!" he gasped, wrapping his hooves around Gallus's neck and shoulders. "It feels so much bigger than it looks!"

"This is nothing. Wait until you feel the halfway point."

He pushed a little further, and Sandbar let out a high-pitched moan, squealing a bit.

"You like that?"

"It hurts, but it also feels amazing!"

Gallus smiled. He grabbed Sandbar's ankles and pushed his legs further apart. "This should make it hurt less."

"Okay," he panted. "I trust you."

Gallus pressed their foreheads together, looking Sandbar in the eyes. "It's not going to stop hurting, it's just going to hurt less."

Sandbar bit his lip and nodded. As Gallus pushed the rest of the way in, he clenched his eyes shut. He could swear that he was being split in half, but Gallus's beak on his lips assured him that everything would be alright.

"How's that feel?" asked Gallus. "Everything you thought it would be?"

"M-more," panted Sandbar. "Thank you for everything you've done. I really appreciate it. Maybe we could do it again sometime?"

His naive smile brought out a chuckle from Gallus. "We've only just begun. Let's see how you feel about this."

As gallus pulled his hips back, his barbs pushed out. While this was a far more effective strategy against Zecora's pussy, it had a very unique reaction to Sandbar's arse. While his anus was untouched, the barbs flicked back and forth inside his colon with every thrust. Despite Gallus's less-than-impressive size, the outward force of the barbs pushed and stretched Sandbar's inner walls.

His head fell to the side, panting, moaning and drooling as he reached down and pushed his dick forward. Gallus's soft underbelly was rubbing against his balls and, barring any complaint, would rub against his shaft.

Gallus didn't mind, of course. His whole purpose in this had been to take control of Sandbar. He was going to make him feel good. Perhaps even great. The fact that he was having his dick sucked in by Sandbar's ponut was just the very tasty gravy on top. If this was all he needed to make Sandbar do his bidding, he was more than willing to go through this ritual every morning; he was happy to do so.

Gradually, they sped up. Sandbar began to grow accustomed to the feeling and started to relax, which gave Gallus the go-ahead to push harder and more frequently. Gallus even let go of Sandbar's leg to instead grab his dick and jerk it off at the same speed as he was thrusting.

It wasn't long before Sandbar came, harder than he had all day. The volume was pitiful, of course, as it was his sixth, but the force of it spattered the wall with a relatively high amount of force. A few minutes later, he could feel his arse being filled with a much bigger load of Gryphon cum than he was expecting. While sandbar had spent the whole day emptying his balls, Gallus had spent almost two weeks unable to finish himself by claw alone.

Gallus pulled out, to a soft yelp from Sandbar. "How was your first time?"

"Sho... sho ghood..." panted Sandbar, lost in his pleasure.

Gallus chuckled. "I think you need some rest. Why don't you take a quick nap?"

"But he'll miss dinner!"

Sandbar and Gallus jumped and looked at the doorway. Smolder and Silverstream's claws, as well as Ocellus's hoof, were all covering Yona's mouth as they peeked inside of the room.

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