Sandbar groaned as he flopped back into his bed, brushing his sticky mane back out of his face and turning on the fan. The sun had only been up for an hour or two, but it was already miserably hot and sticky outside.
Why had he gone out for a run this morning? He should have known better as soon as he stepped out the door and felt the wetness in the air through his coat. Of course, he knew the reason, even if he wasn’t about to admit it.
“Dude, you’re gonna regret crashing like that,” ‘the reason’ warned him as he followed Sandbar into the room.
Gallus stretched out and put a paw up on the bed he was using for the summer, leaning forward to stretch himself out from ankle to shoulders. Sandbar turned his head to watch the show, enjoying the way fur and feathers shifted over lean muscle.
“Not as much as I’m going to regret heat stroke if I don’t,” Sandbar panted. “Seriously, you’ve been doing this every day for the last two months?”
“Two or three times even.” The griffon turned to smirk over his shoulder at his roommate. “I thought earth ponies were supposed to be tough!”
Sandbar raised a hand, and one particular digit, in response.
“That is a tribalist stereotype attached to the idea that earth ponies are also numskulls,” he said flatly. “The joke is that we’re too stupid to know when to quit. A vicious slander created by snobby unicorns and brutish pegasi.” He smirked over at Gallus. “And, of course, grumpy, greedy griffons.”
Gallus groaned and rolled his eyes, stretching out the other leg before taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
“Dude, I know you’re kidding, but give me a couple weeks before we get back into those jokes. I’d say the drill instructors made a drinking game out of saying I’d be taking bribes or selling supplies, but nobody died from alcohol poisoning.”
“Dude!” Sandbar sat up, scowling at his friend. “That is so not cool!”
“Eh.” Gallus shrugged. “I still had room and board, I’ve taken worse. Besides, trying to make us quit is part of the job.”
“Yeah, but I bet Princess Twilight would have some choice words if she knew they were doing it like that.”
“Not. One. Word.” Gallus glared at Sandbar. “I am not using my connections like that. I’m the first griffon to try and join the guard, Sandbar. And the first student from the School of Friendship - if I run off to the Princess, how does that look?"
“Well, she should know what tactics they’re using in general anyways,” Sandbar muttered. “Student or not, friend or not, you know she wouldn’t be cool with that.”
“It’s not that big a deal, bud,” Gallus sighed as he laid back on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head and looking up at the ceiling. “You don’t know what they’re like there. It’s a totally different world from the rest of Equestria. It is weird watching ponies being macho. Not like Bulk Biceps, but like a griffon or a dragon. Somepony wanted to fight me or fuck me every week.”
“Hey, at least they gave you a choice,” Sandbar smirked. “Just pick the second option, problem solved.”
Gallus snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Oh, sure, double down on the testosterone poisoning. Didn’t matter if it was a stallion or a mare, it was always about proving they were up to the Big Bad Griffon. That, or trying to talk their marefriend of the evening into a little experimenting. Just fucking. Not like what you and Yona have, y’know?”
“Dude,” Sandbar laughed, “me and Yona aren’t exactly a normal couple, you know? She definitely brings the rough-and-tumble more than the lovey-dovey."
"Psh - I'm a griffon. If it doesn't involve bleeding, that is lovey-dovey. Not what I meant anyways. I just had enough 'get in, get off, get out' before I got here."
"Huh? You weren't-" Sandbar stopped at the warning look he got from Gallus and shrugged. "Griffonstone, right."
"Well whaddaya know, he can be taught!"
“Ha ha. So, you’re looking for something a little more serious? Or just something where you can wake up in the morning with ‘em?”
“Who said I’m looking for anything?” Gallus laughed. “I’m just not interested in playing the hard-ass griffon so some guard cadets can feel tough. Especially not when I’m still trying to get in the guard in the first place. I don’t need to be a joke when I get there, you know?”
"You wouldn't be a joke for sleeping with your squad. Heck, if half the stories my sister told were true, you'd be weird if you didn't."
Gallus muttered something and shook his head. Sandbar flicked an ear, trying to pick it up, but couldn't make it out.
"Say again?"
"I would be if I did it my way," Gallus repeated. "I don't know if it's a me thing or a griffon thing, but if I'm going to be going to be bottom bitch -"
"Hey!" Sandbar frowned.
"You know what I mean! If I'm just letting somebody else take the top, I kind of have to go all the way. Call it a hangup from back home."
Sandbar was quiet for a few minutes before he laid back on his own bed and rifled through his nightstand.
"So what's 'all the way' mean?"
"Think Smolder that time you walked in on her and Ocellus."
Sandbar’s mouth opened in a silent 'oh' as he remembered the scene that had inspired several 'interesting' nights of his own, of their dragon friend done up to the nines and behaving in very undragonish ways with the changeling.
That, however, presented some interesting mental images… and possibilities.
"So, do you want to meet someone who'll do that for you? None of the macho crap, just let you femme out and still respect you in the morning?" Sandbar propped himself up on an arm to look Gallus over. "Got to admit, you can probably pull off the look."
"Bet your ass I can," Gallus laughed. "And sure, if I could find someone like that. Better if they can make me believe the part too. So, sorry, I don't think you'd fit the bill," he teased.
Sandbar smirked at him.
"Dude, you take care of getting dolled up, and I'll make sure you have someone to be dolled up for. All I want in return is permission to wa-agh!" Sandbar doubled up, grabbing his leg as it started to cramp up.
"Told you that you'd regret not stretching after the run," Gallus sighed, getting up from his bed. "Here, let me see what I can do…."
That was what brought Gallus to be standing outside of the apartment that Smolder and Ocellus had taken, one half of a duplex that Yona and Silverstream had bought the other half of.
As it turned out, a royal allowance and a hoard of gems worked wonders at convincing ponies to overlook their usual concerns about unusual neighbors.
And right now, despite his jeans and t-shirt, Gallus felt pretty unusual, standing on the porch with a bag from the Carousel Boutique hidden inside his duffel bag. It should just look like he was coming to spend a night with his friends, but he couldn't help the nervous twitch in his tail every time somepony walked by.
Don't let it get to you. Sandbar knows what he's doing, and he isn't going to set you up with… someone he doesn't trust. It took more mental effort than Gallus liked to remember that this wasn't the same type of situation he'd left behind in Griffonstone. He's going to be right there anyway, and you know you can trust him. Now, let's get this over with.
He reached out and knocked on the door. Smolder opened it almost immediately, smirking down at the griffon. Not that he minded; there were perks to being chest high with her, though he had to wonder sometimes just why it was that dragons even had tits.
"About time,” she joked. “I was about to check if you forgot how to knock!"
"Nah, just deciding if I wanted to do this with you in the house to watch Ocellus get smitten," Gallus shot back.
"Psh - sure, tell yourself that, bird-brain." Smolder snorted a small smoke cloud. "I'm not worried unless you rock a negligee like I rock a uniform. Come on in, just watch your head and don’t go into any of the blocked off rooms.”
“How are the renovations going?” He asked as he followed her in, looking around the duplex and the rooms that were mostly blocked off from the main living room and kitchen.
“Not bad. We should be ready to take in some more students before the next year starts. Looking to trade places with Yona?” She smirked back at him. “Silverstream’s going to be all on her lonesome….”
“Except for the new students she’ll have in her half,” Gallus said dryly. “Besides, I hear she has her own stuff going on that’ll keep her from being too ‘lonesome.’”
“Fair enough. Still going through with this ‘Royal Guard’ idea of yours?”
“Just got back from basic training last week. I’ll be part-timing it between finishing out my last credits and getting up to speed next year. You still going through with this ‘teaching’ idea of yours?”
“Because teaching at the same school I went to is clearly on the same level of crazy as becoming the first griffon guard and making it my job to jump in front of pointy things aimed at royalty.”
"Glad you agree!"
"If you two are finished flirting?" Ocellus called out to them. "I've got your stuff together, Smolder. Are you sure you want to use your palette? Wouldn’t mine work better?”
“Color theory, lovebug.” Smolder smiled as she led Gallus into the master bedroom the two shared. “I just need to use my contrasts as Gallus’ complements, with yours I’d have to tweak everything to make sure I get the right change in all the blues.”
“I guess you’re right.” Ocellus shrugged a bit, then hopped up to give Gallus a hug.
“So, did you bring your things?” She asked him eagerly.
“Heh - brand new from ‘Rarity’s for Two!’” He unzipped his duffle and pulled out the bag. “Should I go change in the bathroom or something?”
“If you’re feeling shy, sure. But it doesn’t bother us - nothing we haven’t seen before, after all!” She winked at him, Gallus and Ocellus both blushing at the memories that brought up.
“Yeah, but we’ll all be sober for this, unlike your graduation last year.” All the same, Gallus sat the bag down on their bed, starting to strip down to change. “Silverstream offered to loan me a few things, but I figure if I’m going to start doing this again, might as well do it right.”
“Again?” Smolder asked, raising an eyeridge.
“Yeah. I should probably warn you guys, since Ocellus might pick up some of the background. Back when I was kind of professional, I had a couple of clients who liked this sort of thing. One of them was actually happy just using me like a doll, it was kind of nice working for him most of the time. I always looked like a clown afterwards, but he wasn’t looking to work out any frustrations. And Gruff wasn’t involved with any of that,” he added, giving Smolder a quick look as he unzipped the boots wrapped around his canted feet and slipped out of them and his jeans.
“Gotcha, so I only have the standard reasons to want to pummel the old buzzard,” she said casually, turning around to set out her makeup and give Gallus a little privacy at least.
“Are you going to be okay with all of this?” Ocellus asked him gently. “You know Sandbar wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Or anyone he’d try hooking any of us up with.”
“What I did doesn’t bug me,” Gallus shrugged, slipping into a pale violet thought and rolling up a pair of sheer red-striped leg warmers to put them on over his paws. “Who I did? Sometimes, yeah, but not the what. Besides, I’m the one who talked about getting all dressed up like this.”
He rolled one of the legwarmers up a long, leanly-muscled thigh, the elastic top snapping into place. Under the sheer red cloth, his fur gave it more of a purple color, stripes of the same light violet as his thong alternating with a darker purple-red all the way down to his mid-paw, leaving his clawed toes sticking out the end.
“Are you both going to be helping out with the makeup?” He asked them curiously, starting on the second legwarmer.
“I’ll be doing your makeup, Ocellus is just my reference model. It’s how I learned to do my own,” she admitted. “It was matching what she showed me, or asking someone to teach me. I wasn’t up to that yet.”
“So we do it like this!” Ocellus smiled as Gallus slipped into a violet negligee with a layer of sheer red silk on top. She flashed with fire, changing form to match his and starting to shift color on her new cheekbones and eyelids, occasionally pausing to consider her results in the mirror before tweaking something new.
“I think we want to go for a more natural look?” She asked Smolder.
“Oh yeah, nothing too heavy,” the dragoness agreed. “Sandbar’s the only one we have for a reference point right now, and Yona is totally not into the heavy stuff when Rarity isn’t going overboard. More orange on the highlights, like his crest?”
As the two lovers bounced ideas back and forth, Ocellus adjusting her colors to show the results, Gallus got up and stretched out, taking a practice strut around the room to get back into practice. He padded around the short carpet, hips swaying side to side in smooth counterpoint to his tail as he quickly found his proper balance. It took him a few moments to realize that the room had gone silent, and Ocellus and Smolder were both staring at him.
Smolder reached over and pushed Ocellus’ jaw up, closing the changeling’s mouth before letting out a low whistle of her own.
“Okay, so maybe I should be worried about you making me look bad,” she murmured. “If the three-way doesn’t work out, come on back here after, we’ll be happy to comfort you all night long.”
“I take it I’ve still got it?” The griffon smirked.
The purple striped leggings came most of the way up Gallus’ thighs, clinging to him smoothly without any lumps where his fur had bunched up. There was a gap of blue above them, before the eyes followed naturally up to the violet thong that just covered - and perfectly nestled the bulge of - the griffon’s sheath and balls. Above that, the negligee left his abs exposed, buttoning over his chest and hugging his upper body nicely.
“Oh yeah, you’ve still got it,” Smolder agreed, eyes still roaming up and down his body. “I’m not even really into guys, and you’ve got it.”
“I am definitely going to the Carousel tomorrow,” Ocellus muttered to herself, quickly turning to cover up for her staring.
“And I’m going with you,” Smolder grinned. “But let’s get loverbird here under the brush and show him what we can do to make him look even better!”
With that, Gallus was promptly sat down in the chair Ocellus had been occupying, and Smolder was doing her best to take ‘jaw dropping’ and move it up to ‘irresistible’.
“Silverstream is out of house for night,” Yona announced as she joined Sandbar in her bedroom, the walls decorated with blankets from back home and scattered sketches of outfits she was working on during her apprenticeship under Rarity. “Sandbar sure he wants to do this?” She asked him nervously, sitting down next to him.
“As long as you and Gallus do, absolutely," the pony smiled as he wrapped his arms around the yak. "If either of you wants to call it off, we will, okay? But we've been talking about doing this for months now, and here's the chance!"
"Yona just figured we'd find somepony for Sandbar to play with first. This not how Yona thought it would happen." The big yak shrugged slightly, thick muscles shifting under her fur.
"And I’m cool with that.” Sandbar stretched up to give her a peck on the cheek. "We can trust Gallus, and honestly? It's going to be hot watching you top him."
Yona turned into Sandbar's kiss, sliding a powerful hand under his shirt.
"First we see if that still what Gallus wants."
Before the young couple could get too wrapped up in making out, the doorbell rang to announce their visitor.
"Yona think Ocellus doing that on purpose," she grumbled. "Ever since Sandbar catch her and Smolder…."
"Yeah, but this time it's a good interruption," Sandbar pointed out. "I'll get it this time. You," he added with a kiss, "make yourself comfortable."
Sandbar got up, leaving Yona on her own. She stripped off her blouse, looking down at the too-tight sports bra holding back her bountiful bosom. With a silent dismissal of the doubts roiling in the back of her brain, she stripped that off too, taking a deep breath and letting it out. With a few moments more, her long skirt and underwear were off, leaving the yak naked on the bed. Before she could think about things too much, she heard Sandbar and Gallus coming back from the front.
"...kind of surprised they had a uniform that fit you, honestly," Sandbar told Gallus as they walked in. "Looks good on you!'
Gallus had put on one of the Friendship Schol's old cheerleaders uniforms over his other clothes. Yona made a show of looking him up and down before standing up and walking over to catch the griffon in a bone-crushing hug.
"Gallus looks very pretty tonight," she agreed.
"You haven't seen what I look like out of it yet," Gallus purred. "Speaking of which, you're looking good too! Even if it leaves me a bit overdressed."
"Gallus being nice." She blushed and leaned down to nuzzle his headfeathers.
"If he is, then you've got a lot of folks 'just being nice,' beautiful," Sandbar pointed out as he slipped around behind her.
The earth pony wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling up into her neck. Gallus pressed his face between Yona's breasts, his beak drawing lines through her thick fur.
"You're just gonna have to accept it one of these days," he teased. "Some guys like a woman who could break them in two!"
"Yona only do that once!" She protested playfully. “Besides, Discord got better.”
“Well, this time just try not to be so literal about the breaking.” Gallus took a step back, letting Sandbar reach up to gently massage Yona’s chest.
“So, what are the rules for tonight?” He asked them casually.
“Rules?” Sandbar and Yona glanced at each other.
“Okay, first threesome, got it! Things like what we can do with each other, what we can’t do - i actually care if I screw things up with you two, so i want to actually have the talk now rather than when somebody does something they shouldn’t. Let’s start out simple - who is having sex with who tonight?”
“Well, you and Yona for sure,” Sandbar chuckled. “That was the whole idea, right? I’m fine with watching and helping out.”
“If Sandbar wants to do more, that’s okay,” Yona added for both of them. “That could be pretty nice to see.” She blushed beneath her fur, stepping back to sit down on the edge of the bed.
“We’ll see where it goes then,” Gallus nodded. “I’m okay with things either way. I’m just glad you’re cool with me butting in here.”
“Yona thought she was doing the in-butting,” she grinned.
“Well, I think you’re doing the in, I’m doing the butting,” Gallus smirked. “What about kissing, snuggling, things like that?”
“Yona prefer to be in middle tonight, if that okay?” Sandbar and Gallus looked at each other and nodded easily.
“And kissing isn’t a problem, I don’t think,” Sandbar added. “We’ve both done that with other creatures before.”
“Yeah, well, Truth or Dare isn’t exactly this, so it’s worth checking. I brought along some supplies for tonight, but do you guys have anything you want to use?”
“Got you covered, buddy,” Sandbar grinned. “Lube and condoms in the nightstand. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, while I help Yona get ready?”
“Assuming the head cheerleader doesn’t want the newbie to put his tongue to use before she puts the strap on, sure!”
Sandbar stared at Gallus blankly, then gave him a broad grin.
“Oh, buddy, I did not think you’d had that much of Professor Dash’s punch at the year-end party. You really don’t remember?”
“Apparently… not?”
Yona looked down at Sandbar, panic flashing across her eyes.
“Trust me,” the pony mouthed up at her before nuzzling his muzzle in between Yona’s thick thighs.
“You put on a good enough show, and you’re going to see what I mean,” he told Gallus, breathing in Yona’s earthy scent deeply.
Gallus shrugged a bit, and started to strip off the cheerleading uniform, starting with his top. He didn’t take long to take off the cheerleading outfit worn to keep himself from attracting too much attention on the porch, tossing the skirt and tank top off to the side.
“I’d better get started then,” Gallus purred, looking over his shoulder at Yona and flicking his tail up to draw her attention to his thong-clad ass and the negligee. “Like what you see?”
“Smolder have good taste,” the yak rumbled, pressing her hips into her mate’s muzzle.
“Excuse me? She did the makeup, the rest is all me.” Gallus smirked and turned around, his sheath bulging beneath purple silk. “Well, with a little help from your boss picking out the colors. She was really curious who I was getting all done up for.” He stalked close with an exaggerated sway in his hips, doing his best catwalk strut.
“Don’t worry though. I know when to keep my beak shut.” He leaned forward over sandbar, resting his hands on the pony’s head and kissing Yona, letting her get used to the feel of his beak.
“I think I’m getting in the way,” Sandbar teased, pulling back and taking one of Gallus’ hands off of his head. Instead, he shifted it to the girthy shaft he’d been nuzzling and coaxing to hardness between Yona’s thighs.
“Hwuh?” Gallus looked down, blinking at the brown cock in his hand. “Okay, that’s unexpected.”
“Gallus not upset, right?” Yona asked hopefully.
“Are you kidding? Sandbar’d better be careful.” The griffon grinned, letting the stallion slip out from between his legs so that he could straddle Yona’s hips and kiss her again, his short, rough tongue licking at her lips. “Best of both worlds.”
“She really is.” Sandbar stripped off his tank top and shorts, opening up the nightstand and pulling out the lube. “I trust her though,” he added with a warm smile, leaning around Gallus to give her a peck on the cheek while he smeared some of the lube on his fingers.
“Yona just lucky Sandbar shares.” She moaned as Gallus started stroking her cock. “Maybe we try this more often?”
“Let’s see how it goes this time first,” Gallus chuckled, taking in a sharp gasp as Sandbar pulled his thong aside and started spreading the lube over his puckered anus.
“It’ll go fine. That’s what you forgot, by the way,” Sandbar explained. “We got a little frisky at the party and you walked in on me blowing her, guess you were too drunk to remember.”
“Let’s make this impossible to forget then.” Gallus nuzzled his way down to Yona’s heavy tits, each one big enough to take all his attention as he worked his tongue around her nipples, occasionally moaning around one of them when Sandbar added another finger to his tight ass, slowly stretching him out.
“Working on it, bud. Just going to take a bit - I know what it feels like back here!”
“Trust you both.” Gallus pushed Yona back down onto the bed, kissing his way down her belly. Sandbar leaned forward, whispering something to Gallus. The griffon grinned, pausing to run his tongue around her navel. Yona yelped, slapping her hands over her mouth to stifle the noises she made at the feeling of Gallus’ rough tongue playing along the thinly-furred skin around her navel.
“No fair!” She protested when Gallus paused to take a third lubed finger inside of himself.
“All’s fair in love and war, remember?” Sandbar grinned, working his hand back and forth. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep a few secrets for myself.”
“Want a blowjob to make up for it?” Gallus asked her, rubbing his bulging thong against her own rigid shaft. She shook her head quickly, looking down at him.
“Not with the beak.”
“Suit yourself, I haven’t nicked anyone in years. But not-so-little Yona seems eager to keep going, and I think I’m stretched out enough now.”
“I’ll enjoy the show,” Sandbar chuckled, wiping his hand off before taking a seat at the closet, stroking his own forest-green cock lightly as Gallus got onto all fours on the bed next to Yona. He stretched out, his chest against the bed as he hiked up his hindquarters and waved his tail enticingly.
“This work for you?” He asked Yona, giving her a quick peck on the nose.
“Very well,” she grinned back as she got up onto her knees. She tore open one of the condoms and put it on, leaning forward to press herself against Gallus’ back. Her breasts draped down against his shoulders, her belly pressed against his back as she guided the cylindrical, slightly flared tip of her shaft up against his anus.
“Just take it slow at first, it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone with a penis,” Gallus warned her. “And never a yak.”
“Yona sure griffon can take it,” she teased. All the same, she pressed forward slowly, groaning as Gallus stretched out around her shaft.
Gallus made a bit of a squawk as her tip popped past his sphincter, starting to push back into her thrusts as they both figured out their limits. He squeezed down slightly, panting as she sank one inch after another in, a little bit deeper each time.
“Fuck… bigger than I’m used to,” he admitted. “At least it’s not prickly!”
Yona paused for a moment, almost saying something, but instead reaching around Gallus to wrap her own powerful fingers around his shaft, quickly figuring out what he meant. The sharp, stiff little barb-hairs in rings around his tapered cock weren’t what she was expecting, and trying to imagine what they’d feel like made her shudder a little inside.
She’d stick with Sandbar, at least for that!
She started to pull back when Gallus squeezed down around her, quickly figuring out that it was his sign that he needed her to change directions when he also squeezed himself down just behind her tip. With the signs figured out, she started stroking his cock in slow, gentle strokes, her thrusts pushing his cock into her hand and his chest into the mattress.
Gallus pressed back into her, starting to pant as he got into it, the earthy scent of Yona and Sandbar’s arousal blending in the room along with his own. The fullness that came with each thrust was deeper than he’d ever taken a partner before. But despite that, and not being a much of a size queen, it was the best Gallus had gotten in way too long.
Griffons or ponies, barbed ir not, most of his partners had only been worried about getting what they wanted. What they'd paid for, as he'd been reminded too often. This was something else entirely; Sandbar had helped get him prepped nicely, and was watching with an eye to all three of them enjoying themselves. Yona was taking it slow, entirely too aware of how much potential she had to hurt somecreature. Her fingers, tough but more like suede than a griffon's talons, had found just the right pressure to squeeze without making it feel like she was going to cut, crush, or break anything.
They care, he realized. This was what he'd wanted with other tops he'd been with, someone who wanted to treat him like the creatures he'd topped usually wanted.
Fortunately, while he was still trying to figure out how to be on the receiving end of it, he did know what would be the most fun for the yak on top of him. Her plush hips pressed against his hips as she finally bottomed out inside of him, and he reached back to run his talons through her fur.
"You know, I'm not made of crystal," he purred. "It feels incredible, but how about you cut loose?"
"Gallus sure?" She asked him dubiously.
"Make it so I have to wake up with you two in the morning. I think I'll be fine skipping my run."
Yona let go of his cock, bracing her hands on either side of the griffon's head as she pulled back almost all the way.
Gallus was starting to think that, just maybe, he'd made a slight error in judgment when Yona thrust forward, and his mind went white.
Now that she wasn't worried about breaking him, Yona was free to make use of all her tricks. She shifted her hips until she heard a faint gasp of pleasure come from the griffon, and then slammed her hips forward, running her throbbing length almost entirely against the griffon's prostate. Her hips slapped against his, her fur muffling the sound as she felt Sandbar settling onto the bed next to them.
“Keep going, babe, you’re looking great,” the stallion smiled up at her before he turned Gallus’ face towards his. Yona noticed that the griffon’s mascara was running slightly, but the blissfully slack-jawed look on his face said that any tears weren’t a bad thing.
Sandbar leaned in, kissing Gallus and starting to make out with him. He reached under the griffon, pressing their cocks together with a powerful, green-furred hand and letting Yona’s thrusts make them rub against each other.
“Fuck, those barbs are different,” he groaned. “Good different,” he added, pressing his lips to Gallus’ beak again, putting on a show for Yona as she pounded the griffon’s bright blue rump, the strap of the thong rubbing at her through the extra-large condom she was wearing.
“Yona… not last… much longer,” she warned them.
“Go ahead,” Gallus gasped between kisses, attacking Sandbar’s mouth again.
Yona pressed forward, her hips forcing Gallus’ hard against Sandbar’s. She let out a lowing sound, her cock throbbing inside of the griffon and pumping her seed deep inside of him, only held back by the latex sheath around her. Any embarrassment she felt at the noises she made was pushed back by the high pitched, keening sound that Gallus shrieked into Sandbar’s muzzle as he pumped thick, sticky seed between their bodies and onto the sheets.
Yona had barely enough presence of mind to roll to the side as she lowered herself onto the bed.
“Every creature good?” She asked, panting hard now that the fatigue was starting to set in to her hips and back.
“Very good,” Sandbar agreed with a smile for both his friend and mate. “Gal?”
“Love you two guys,” the griffon mumbled as he pulled off of Yona, rolling over to kiss her lightly and nuzzle in against her, smearing griffon-cum into her fur. He draped his tail over Sandbar, coaxing the stallion closer until he felt Sandbar’s shaft against his rump, still hard as a rock.
“You didn’t get off?” He asked, glancing back over his shoulder.
“S’alright - watching was plenty fun,” Sandbar said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Gallus and Yona looked at each other, the two grinning at each other as they quickly came to the same conclusion.
“Yona need shower,” the yak announced, getting up off the bed and effortlessly hefting the two boys over her shoulders, one on each side. “Gallus and Sandbar too.”
“Hey-ey!” Sandbar laughed, yelping a bit as Yona slapped his rump where it dangled in front of her. “One of us needs to change the sheets!”
“After we make a Sandbar sandwich,” Gallus purred, pulling him over to give him another kiss, Yona carrying them off into the main bathroom. “If you think you’re getting out of this with full nuts, you’re nuts.”
The bathroom door closed behind them, and before long the running water was being drowned out by whinnies and moans.
Meanwhile, back on the other side of the house, Smolder and Ocellus leaned together in the tub of their own bathroom, totally not listening to the three-way that had moved to the other side of the wall. Ocellus’ wings buzzed against her sides, stirring up the water as she soaked up the love from the other side of the wall, as well as from her own mate next to her.
“You think we should tell them we can hear when they get going like that?” She asked Smolder, leaning over to nuzzle the dragon lightly.
“When we have other roommates to overhear,” Smolder decided, pulling Ocellus under her as she rolled over in the water. “Until then, we just try to match them!”
Fortunately, their tub was a large one.
