"Go Fuck Yourself, Gallus"

by Meteor_Mirage

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Sandbar, Gallus, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 5017

Welcoming Gallus back to Ponyville, Sandbar wants a loving, romantic dinner with his beloved. Too bad the only thing Gallus wants is a piece of Sandbar.

Warning: Unlike my usual content, this fic contains explicit sex. Please be advised.

With Gallus finally home on vacation from the Canterlot Guard, all Sandbar wants is a loving and romantic dinner with his beloved, perhaps followed by a bit of lovemaking after.

Too bad Gallus wants to cut to the chase and get a piece of his stallion as a welcome home present.

Kinks inside: Power bottoming, cock worship, a loving and stable relationship, mentions of a very open relationship, large endowments, a whole mess of precum, and probably some more?

Written for Dezmo's NSFW Contest!

Thank you to Pony_Dreaming for use of their beautiful rendition of Gallus. Definitely look for the full version if you can.

Published 2022-08-28 00:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-28 00:10:01 UTC

The Only Chapter

Author's Note

As a second warning, this fic contains explicit sex. Please be advised.

The Only Chapter

Sandbar nervously paced the floor of his living room, his tall and powerful legs allowing him to clear the distance in only four long strides. Every now and then, he leaned down to straighten up objects on his coffee table, or the pillows on his couch, or the pillows deliberately laid out on the floor. As moments ticked on, his eyes continued to flick towards his front door, waiting with baited breath for the expected visitor.

And yet, despite that, he still jumped at the expected loud knock on his door.

Sandbar wasted no time in rushing to his front door, quickly unlocking and opening it to reveal…

Nothing. The lantern-lit street outside of his Ponyville home belied no creature who could have knocked upon his door.

Narrowing his eyes, still searching the street just a bit, he let out a sigh and took a step back, puffing out his chest to brace himself in preparation for:

The Pounce.

A blue streak sped through the open doorway, tackling into Sandbar and wrapping its arms around his broad chest. Normally, the weight of this wouldn’t have even made Sandbar budge, much less knock him off his hooves. Despite that, Sandbar wrapped a hoof around the assaulting object and teetered back, falling onto the bed of pillows he’d set up prior.

And, despite the soft landing he’d prepared, the wood floor beneath him was unrelenting in its pain. Especially with the weight of a, while admittedly small, muscular griffon on his chest. Sandbar let out a grunt, then forced a frown upwards at the offending creature.

Gallus grinned triumphantly down at his captured equine prey, dragging a teasing talon down Sandbar’s broad chest before leaning down to nuzzle his face. “Caught you, dork.” He whispered seductively in Sandbar’s ear.

Sandbar hummed softly, wrapping his hoof a bit tighter around Gallus’ lithe waist to drag him further down, then leaned against the griffon’s nuzzle. “So you did. Now, what is the brave predator gonna do with his helpless prey?”

A wry smile spread across Gallus’ beak as he pulled back, as much as Sandbar’s hoof would allow, to inspect his catch.

And what a catch it was. The broad chest he sat upon was large enough that stradling it forced Gallus’ legs apart in a way he hoped was enticing. Inspecting Sandbar’s face, a mix of bashful and adorably giddy, Gallus could see that it was already working.

The growing warmth behind him only served to confirm his theory.

“I guess I’ll just have to…” Gallus paused, pressing a claw against Sandbar’s chest. He leaned down, narrowing his eyes as he stared Sandbar in the eyes. “I’ll just have to take what I want.”

Gallus pressed his beak against Sandbar’s lips for a brief, yet spark-filled moment. Sandbar’s lips parted, letting out a soft moan, but as his lips attempted to find Gallus’ beak again he instead found it gone.

Instead, Gallus moved down to press his beak against Sandbar’s chin, nipping him lightly. Then his neck, where he gave a few gentle, loving pecks. And then he moved his beak lower. And lower.

With each peck, Gallus wiggled himself down Sandbar’s reclined form, giving his hips an exaggerated wiggle as he did so.

As Gallus reached his chest, Sandbar sighed, his hooves traveling down Gallus’ back to cup said hips. This halted Gallus’ trail down his body, the griffon resting his head against Sandbar’s chest with a teasing grin.

To which Sandbar responded by rolling over, leaving Gallus resting on the pillows beneath them while Sandbar stood, looming large above him.

For a moment Gallus was shocked, but the shock quickly returned to a seductive, half-lidded grin. “Ooh, is this how we’re playing? A bit of hunter-becomes-hunted action?”

Sandbar grinned as well, leaning down to press his lips against Gallus’ beak. “You’re insatiable.” He grumbled softly.

And then he broke away, leaving Gallus to lounge as he moved to finally close the door they were basically displaying themselves through. Much to the sadness of the group of ponies that had already begun to form.

“Couldn’t even wait til I closed the door?” Sandbar asked with forced sternness, contrasting greatly with the loving look he still wore on his face.

“Oh sue me. I’ve been waiting months to be able to get a piece of you again.” Gallus rolled his eyes, a sly smirk still painted across his beak. “And it’s not like an audience ever stopped us before.”

“Yona and Silverstream don’t count.” Sandbar said as he moved to the couch instead of returning to the pillows and Gallus. “They hardly count as an audience after joining in, anyway.”

Gallus grumbled a bit at the lack of returning snuggles and, quite unwillingly, stood up from his comfortable position on the floor. “I more meant Big Mac, Discord, and Sunburst but… point taken.”

“An audience shouldn’t be touching the actors.” Sandbar hummed as Gallus plopped down right next to him on the couch. “And, from what I remember, hooves and claws were all over you both times.” Sandbar leaned down to nuzzle Gallus’ neck, giving it a gentle nibble.

Gallus shivered, leaning against Sandbar’s touch with a heady sigh. “Oooh, you remember right. And, speaking of claws…”

Gallus wiggled his talons deviously, wrapping one foreleg behind Sandbar while returning his other claw to its rightful place against Sandbar’s chest. He let it linger for a moment, running his talons through the dense ocean of chest fluff, before slowly letting it play down towards Sandbar’s stomach.

Only to be quickly halted as Sandbar’s large hoof pressed against it.

“Ah, ah, ah~” Sandbar teased, tapping Gallus’ claw with each word. “Slow your roll, bluebird. Your Welcome Home dinner is in an hour, and no touching til then.”

Gallus frowned.

Though, as he was very easily plied by free food, a pleased grin crossed his face moments later. He leaned against Sandbar, returning to teasing his chest fluff and nuzzling against his neck.

“And what kind of dinner is worth putting off sex for?” Gallus asked. “Did your mom finally give up that spinach casserole recipe or something?

“First, not a chance. That recipe’s going to the grave with her.” Sandbar shook his head. “Second, please don’t talk about my mom and sex in the same sentence. It’s creepy.”

Gallus shrugged, fighting back the urge to laugh. “You’re gonna have to accept that, at one point, your parents screwed. At least twice, even, considering your sister.”

A cold chill ran down Sandbar’s spine as images flashed in his mind. Ones he had no desire to picture, but still emerged fully formed despite this.

His face a mite more green than usual, he looked down at Gallus with a small scowl. “Dude, gross. Keep it up, and I’ll have to pull out the cage.”

Gallus pulled back to look Sandbar in the eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

Sandbar’s face remained unchanged other than his eyes narrowing, daring Gallus to continue and see how quickly his vacation could change. From a relaxing romp of release to a pent-up prison of his own design.

Gallus put his claws up, giving up immediately. “Alright, alright! No more parent sex jokes.”

A smile returning to his face, Sandbar gave Gallus a gentle pat on the head. “Good boy~” He chuckled, wrapping a foreleg around Gallus’ waist and pulling him back against his chest. “Now, if you must know, which I guess you kinda do, Rarity got me reservations at this new place that just opened nearby. Really fancy, so I kinda figured it’d be nice to…”

Sandbar trailed off as he spied Gallus’ reaction, a conflicted frown. Leaning down to nuzzle the griffon’s headfeathers, he hummed softly. “Of course, if that’s not what you want then I can always cancel.”

Gallus worked his jaw for a moment, then shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just, you know, part of being the Captain of the Guard is a lot of boring mingling with royalty in some, like, stupidly fancy restaurants.” He sighed, drawing himself closer to Sandbar and laying his head against his chest, his claw returning to its loving stroking. “I dunno. I figured we’d just order a pizza and we’d have a quiet, cuddly night in tonight. You know, the usual.”

Sandbar pursed his lips, leaning against Gallus in turn. “I get that, but we can do that whenever. I just wanted to make your first night back in Ponyville special, is all.”

“Any night I spend with you is special, dork.” Gallus giggled, leaning up to give Sandbar a gentle nip on the chin. “And hey, I figure you’ll be way better company than a royal any day.” As he continued to cozy up against Sandbar, Gallus once again let his claw begin to trail down his broad chest. “And unlike them, you won’t be too intimidated by my sexiness to invite me back to your room.”

“Struck out that hard, huh?” Sandbar asked with a gentle, teasing chuckle as he again pressed a hoof against Gallus’ delving claw. “Well, we’ll just have to see how tonight treats us. You may just have to seduce me, little bluebird.”

An uncharacteristically red blush crossed Gallus’ face, his feathers ruffling while he pulled away from Sandbar to cross his arms. “Ugh, I didn’t ‘strike out’! Like I said, they were just… intimidated.”

“Well let them be intimidated then. I, for one, love my little griffon guard.” Sandbar closed the distance between the two of them, scooting over to Gallus’ end of the couch, wrapping a hoof around Gallus and nuzzling against his beak. “But how was Canterlot? Other than the dinners, and the royals, and the missing me oh so much.”

“Ugh!” Gallus groaned again, throwing himself back against Sandbar dramatically. “Sooo boring. I love Twilight, I swear, but being her personal guard is just nothing but politics, and royals, and talking, and blah blah blah.” He gave a pitiful sigh, nestling deep against Sandbar. “The only fun I had was staring at the eye candy in the guard line-ups. So duh, of course I missed you.”

Sandbar hummed, this time a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest. “Just eye candy, huh? Didn’t feel like pulling one aside for some ‘personal training’?” As he asked this, Sandbar’s hoof traveled a slow trail down Gallus’ back before stopping just above the griffon’s tail.

“Well…” Gallus again blushed, looking away from Sandbar. “There was one stallion.”

To which Sandbar raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“His name was Star Tracker, this super cute new recruit I got with the last wave.” Gallus explained. “He’s not the biggest, not the strongest, not the most skilled. But he was very eager to please, especially after I told him I was Twilight’s personal guard.”

“Mmm,” Sandbar hummed again, his hoof taking to rubbing small circles just above Gallus’ tail, “And did he please?”

“Well, like I said, he was very eager.” Gallus gave a short laugh as he wiggled his hips back against Sandbar’s hoof. “I won’t dock points for not having the stamina to deal with me, but it was pretty disappointing after having a stud like you for so long. But at least he wasn’t afraid to cuddle after.”

“Well remember, I wasn’t always huge on stamina either. Back at the dorms, you had to train all that into me.” Sandbar chuckled softly. “So, do your best with him, Captain, and show him the ropes. And maybe I can drop by the barracks and lend a hoof sometime soon.”

“Just send a letter, and I’ll totally take you up on that. I’m sure Star’ll love to watch me put you through your paces.” Gallus said, a mischievous grin crossing his beak. “But speaking of you, how was Ponyville while I was gone? Any fun without me?”

Sandbar thought for a moment, pursing his lips briefly before letting out a heavy sigh. “Not really? I mean, the first bit was great because I was getting a bunch of sympathy sex from, like, Yona and Sunburst. But after that we all started to get busy with work, so I really haven’t been able to…”

Sandbar trailed off, looking down and pressing his thighs together with a gentle blush. Gallus eagerly followed Sandbar’s gaze, eyes lighting up as he spied the growing development between his legs.

Gallus playfully pouted, pressing himself against Sandbar in faux despair. “Nooooo, I’m such a horrible boyfriend! Leaving my stallion with nothing more than his own hooves to satisfy himself.” Placing a claw on Sandbar’s thigh, dangerously close to the slowly awakening beast, he tapped a talon with a self-satisfied grin. “O woe is me, what can I do to make up for my lapse in judgment?”

“Gally…” Sandbar murmured, though he made no movements to stop the griffon.

And thus Gallus was spurred onwards, yet again leaning up and giving Sandbar’s chin a gentle nip with his beak.

“Poor Sandbar…”

Moving lower, Gallus pressed his beak against Sandbar’s neck.

“But I think…”

Lower, Gallus nuzzled against Sandbar’s chest fluff.

“I might…”

Even lower, Sandbar’s breath hitching in his throat.

“Have an idea.” Gallus looked up at Sandbar’s conflicted face with a naughty glint in his eye.

He slowly, teasingly moved from the couch to kneel in front of Sandbar, his tail flicking playfully as he did so. He placed a claw on each of Sandbar’s hindlegs, pressing them apart to unwrap his delectable present. And Sandbar, despite himself, allowed his legs to spread wide and present himself to Gallus.

And Gallus began to drool.

Before Gallus stood a jet black obelisk of pure stallion pride, eighteen inches of thick meat having emerged from Sandbar’s sheath solely due to Gallus’ teasing. It twitched happily, thrumming with need with every beat of Sandbar’s heart. And, already, a bead of precum had begun to form on the thick, flat head of his cock.

Gallus swallowed hard, a deep thirst already beginning to grow within him.

Below the large stallion’s impressive stallionhood was a pair of apple-sized orbs, hanging low in their leathery pouch. They seemed to churn as Gallus sat staring at them, laying in wait for their chance to release their contents into, or onto, the griffon that dared tease them to life.

Gallus couldn’t help himself as he leaned in, pressing his beak against Sandbar;s large balls. He breathed deeply, letting the scent of this stallion, his stallion, fill his lungs. A rich, earthy scent that reminded him of late nights at the University dorms, of long walks on deserted beaches, and of dirty, cuddly times spent on this exact couch.

Pulling back, Gallus groaned softly as his own shaft began to stur. Six inches of pink cock strained out from his fuzzy blue sheath, quickly taken up in one of his claws and pumped a few times for good measure. A slow drool of precum dripped from the pointed tip, already creating a puddle on the hardwood floor beneath him.

But his other claw remained on task, reaching up to gently grasp Sandbar’s shaft right below his medial ring.

“Geeze, move over Rockhoof,” Gallus began with a smirk, giving the shaft one long and teasing stroke down to its base, “This is what a real Pillar of Equestria looks like.”

Sandbar groaned, both from the joke and the gentle ministrations from his beloved. “Ugh, way to kill the mood, Gally.”

Gallus quirked an innocent smile that contrasted heavily with his continued slow stroking of Sandbar’s shaft. “I didn’t know there was a mood to kill. I was just about to swing a cold shower and get ready for our date night.” Gallus’ eyes grew half lidded, the griffon crawling up Sandbar briefly to rest his beak atop Sandbar’s drooling, throbbing cockhead. “Unless, of course, you want me to take care of this little problem of yours first.”

Just to make his point clear, Gallus opened his beak to drag his tongue across the head of Sandbar’s member, lapping up all the delicious pre he could get his claws on.

Sandbar moaned, his shaft surging with stiffness as he felt pleasure he hadn’t felt in months rocking his body already. Despite himself, his hips began to give small bucks against Gallus’ touch.

“Just…” Sandbar huffed, letting out a low, lingering groan as Gallus’ thin tongue flicked again. “Just try and make it quick, and maybe we can still make it.”

“I think that’s kinda up to you, stud.” Gallus giggled as he returned to his kneeling position before Sandbar. His claws traced a gentle path down Sandbar’s thighs, bypassing the throbbing shaft that lay between them momentarily and instead gently caressing the sizable, pent-up balls that hung below. “How bad do these bad boys really need to get emptied?”

“Oh gosh!” Sandbar exclaimed, screwing his eyes shut and leaning back against the couch. It was a fight to not let his hooves take up his shaft as per usual, instead gripping the cushions beneath him. “Really bad, Gally, really really bad!”

Feeling those warm, heavy balls churning against his claws, and the shaft that thrummed and surged with need despite lack of direct touch, Gallus smirked.

“Well, guess I’ve gotta take this seriously then.”

Although part of him was opposed to removing them, Gallus pulled his claws away from Sandbar’s hefty orbs. One claw returned to stroking the lower nine inches of Sandbar’s shaft while he cupped the other under the head. Precum pooled freely into his claw, to the point that it quickly began to leak between his talons and run down his arm. This was spurred onwards as he tensed his grip with every stroke upwards, effectively attempting to milk his stud dry.

A feat that, considering the copious amounts of fluid leaking from Sandbar, was sisyphean at best.

Just the slight touch of Gallus’ claw was enough to bring a heady moan to Sandbar’s lips, the stallion arching his back as his cock stiffened. It surged in Gallus’ tight grip, the head flaring slightly as a rope of precum shot from the tip.

Landing directly on Gallus’ beak.

Gallus chuckled softly, locking eyes with Sandbar as he stuck out his tongue and carefully licked the offending fluids off his face.

“Looks like someone got a little too eager, huh?” Gallus asked rhetorically, not waiting for an answer before removing the claw he kept held at the base of Sandbar’s shaft.

Sandbar whined, bucking his hips in search of the missing milking sensation. This, of course, didn’t work at all as Gallus brought his claws together near the head of his cock, letting the precum pool between them. Only a few more seconds were required for what Gallus needed,

Gallus brought his claws down upon Sandbar’s shaft once again, both doing their part in working over all eighteen inches of pure stallion meat. Ensuring that every single bit of the stud’s throbbing member was nice and glistening with precum, lubed up for both of their pleasure.

And Gallus held his claws still for a moment, leaning in to press his beak against Sandbar’s medial ring. “Theeeeere we go~,” he murmured against it, nipping it as gently as he could, “Now time for a little fun.”

He quickly drew his tongue up Sandbar’s shaft, contrasting with the glacial pace his claws took up. The bucking of Sandbar’s hips caused more friction than actual movement on Gallus’ part, something he noted with a cocky smirk. One that only grew wider as the sound of Sandbar’s moaning continued to echo throughout the room.

“Does my little pony need something?” He asked, innocently looking up at Sandbar’s face and finding pride in the blush that crossed it, and his eyes that were screwed shut. He waited for a beat, then stopped his claws again to let Sandbar just mate into them. “Maybe if he asks politely, he’ll get what he wants.”

“Ga-ah~” Sandbar began to say, though near immediately cut off with a moan as Gallus went back to gently lapping at his sensitive cockhead. He fought to steady himself, letting out a few whimpering moans as Gallus’ assault didn’t wait for him, then moved a hoof to press against the back of Gallus’ head to stop him. “G…Gally, please.”

Gallus pulled away with a devious smirk. “Please what, sweetheart? Gotta be more sp-”

Gallus’ teasing was cut short as Sandbar’s hoof pressed harder against the back of his head, forcing his beak against the stallion’s drooling head.

“Please…” Sandbar began, voice stern as he blew a hot breath through flared nostrils. “Either suck it or fuck yourself on it. Enough with the teasing.”

A shiver of electric pleasure shot down Gallus’ spine, running its way directly to his own knotted member. This dominant side of Sandbar, albeit something very rarely seen, was absolutely doing something for him.

“Y-yes sir.” Gallus mumbled, briefly dazed by the dominance of the order and struggling to work his way back into position.

Gazing back at the pillar of stallion in front of him, his jaw began to ache at the prospect of even attempting to suck it. There was no way he was going to the hospital for that, no matter how tempting the flavor was.

That’s a mistake you only make thrice.

So Gallus stood, moving quickly on shaky hindlegs to straddle Sandbar, falling against him and pressing his beak against his lips with a loud grumble.

“I guess you’ve been waiting for the main course long enough.” Gallus sighed, rocking his hips back to hotdog Sandbar’s shaft between his thick, muscular buns.

Bracing himself with claws on Sandbar’s shoulders, Gallus stood himself tall upon the couch. He used no small amount of teasing slowness as he did, rubbing his rounded rump all the way up Sandbar’s lubed cock until finally reaching the straining head, which he hovered just above for a beat.

His claws gently dug into Sandbar’s shoulders as he lowered himself, letting out a low moan as his hole pressed against, but was not quite yet welcoming to, Sandbar’s thickly set cockhead. All he managed by pressing down against Sandbar’s shaft was smear a liberal amount of precum between his cheeks.

“Gah!” Gallus groaned with a small flare of anger, looking back towards his ass as he continued to bob himself upon Sandbar. “What, a few months with average studs and I’m suddenly too tight to fit you?”

“Sounds like the opposite of a problem, honestly.” Sandbar said, his hooves moving swiftly and pressing themselves on each side of Gallus’ wide behind for a quick, loving squish before spreading them wide. “Just… take it slow. No reason to rush and hurt yourself.”

Gallus mumbled something in agreement, letting out a sigh and putting himself to work. One claw remaining on Sandbar’s shoulder, his other drew behind the two lovers and returned to collecting Sandbar’s fluids. Once satisfied with the amount of seed coating his digits, Gallus rose slightly to allow room for a claw between his hole and Sandbar’s shaft.

One, two, three. Three talons entered Gallus in quick succession, each time followed by a gentle moan. They filled him in a way he was used to, but not in a way that satisfied him.

Four, his thumb, caused a shiver to run down his spine and his shaft to give a heavy throb. Gallus wasted no time in using these digits to spread his hole wide and lubricate his entrance as best as possible. After a few moments of this, Gallus found himself semi-satisfied with the looseness. It wasn’t as trained as he desired it to be, but it would work for now.

Exit claw, enter cock.

Gallus pressed himself down on Sandbar’s shaft again, breathing deeply to calm himself and keep from clenching too tightly. Not yet.

With a wet pop, followed by a loud and high-pitched squawk, Sandbar’s head finally parted Gallus’ tight hole with little trouble, the lube and Gallus’ claw work having worked its magic. And Gallus held himself just past the head, shivering heavily from the much needed intrusion.

Full. Gallus finally felt full as he was stretched wide by Sandbar’s thick cock, the head thankfully only flaring now that it was inside the hole it so desperately desired. As Gallus slowly lowered himself down Sandbar’s shaft, he felt every inch as a jolt of pleasure straight to his brain.

Tight. It had been years since Sandbar felt a hole as deliciously tight as Gallus’ engulfing him. The warm, well-lubed insides of Gallus just felt so inviting, it was a fight to not buck his hips hard and impose his way throughout the small, muscular griffon. Especially as each clench from him brought new waves of pleasure rolling across his body. Steadying himself, Sandbar merely gripped Gallus’ rear harder and pressed him down onto his shaft.

Just in time for Gallus’ hole to part again, this time for Sandbar’s thick medial ring. Another squawk, this time leaving Gallus bracing himself against Sandbar’s chest.

“F-fuck, how did I ever handle this thing.” He whimpered, a claw moving down between his legs, squeezing the red, inflated knot on his aching shaft with a small whine. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long like this. Guess I’m more pent-up than I thought.”

For a moment Sandbar said nothing, just pressing his hips up to sink another few inches within Gallus. Hearing the heady moan and feeling the tight clench that followed, he smiled.

“Go fuck yourself, Gallus.” He said. “We both need this.”

This was all the encouragement Gallus needed, dropping his hips to meet Sandbar’s. He cried out loudly as Sandbar’s thick medial ring scraped itself along his prostate, his own knotted shaft surging and sending a large squirt of precum across Sandbar’s chest.

Now bottomed out on his lover’s shaft, Gallus could finally feel every inch of Sandbar inside of him. Every pulse of Sandbar’s steady heartbeat surging through it. Every throbbing, thrumming, drooling inch that stretched his insides and coated them with his fluids.

Gallus lifted himself suddenly, squirming as he only let a few inches of stallion exit him, stopping just after the medial ring before dropping back down. This time, Sandbar’s hips met his with a loud, wet slap.

Again, and again, and again, they met. Their movements perfectly in sync as their love flowed between them. The scent of their sex and sweat filling the air as their movements grew faster and more erratic. They quickly lost themselves in the white-hot pleasure of the moment, neither caring about anything but the partner they were sharing this moment with.

But Sandbar’s breath hitched as his heavy balls finally drew up, only able to squeak out a quick “Gally, I-” before instinctively bottoming out deep in Gallus, forcing the griffon down upon his shaft and bucking his hips like a beast in heat.

Feeling this, with one final scrape of thick ring against his prostate, Gallus cried out as well, his body tensing up as his orgasm quickly ripped through him. A thick rope of white seed fired from his knotted cock, splattering lewdly against Sandbar’s chin, chest, and belly.

Sandbar followed suit moments later, the tight clenching of Gallus’ ass around him attempting to milk every drop of cum from his aching cock. Finally, the dam broke and Sandbar fired shot after shot of hot, overdue loads deep within his beloved griffon, holding Gallus tight as both bodies were wracked with pleasure.

Moments of pleasure ticked on, Gallus’ orgasm having finished after five ropes across the both of them while Sandbar’s extended onwards for a few dozen long, thick ropes.

Finally through, Gallus collapsed onto Sandbar with a gentle whimper. No words were shared between the two for quite a few minutes, both lovers basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

But, Gallus lifted his head to look up towards Sandbar.

“So, what was that about stamina?” Gallus asked with a cocky smirk.

Sandbar rolled his eyes. “I told you, we needed to be quick. And it’s not like I shot first anyway.”

“You totally shot first, but whatever dude.” Gallus grumbled, lounging even more languidly on Sandbar’s chest. “How are we doing on time, anyway?”

Sandbar very lazily looked over towards the clock, squinting as he tried to make out the numbers on the digital display. Leaning back against the couch, he breathed out a heavy sigh. “Well, we’ve got about five minutes to get showered, dressed, and out the door. So I guess we’ve missed the boat on that one.”

While happy that he’d accidentally scored more alone time with Sandbar, seeing the semi-defeated look on Sandbar’s face made Gallus frown as well.

“Hey…” Gallus murmured, cupping Sandbar’s chin with a claw. “Sorry that we couldn’t make it happen tonight. I wanted to do it, but I guess I just wanted to do you more.”

Sandbar’s face lit up with a gentle, loving smile as he let out a small chuckle. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just order in, and maybe do something fancy another time”

Gallus hummed in agreement, nuzzling against his stallion. He dismounted Sandbar,shuddering as the half-hard shaft slowly slid out of him with a pop.

He slid off the couch, spinning around to openly display his overfull behind to his partner. Tail flagging high and rivulets of seed leaking out as he did so.

Turning his head to look back at Sandbar, eyes seductively half-lidded, Gallus’ smirk only widened. “Well, now that that’s settled, I’ll be in the shower. Maybe you can join me for round two after you order?”

Gallus flicked his leonine tail, rubbing its furred tip against Sandbar’s reawakening shaft. Satisfied with himself, he sauntered off with a sway in his hips.

Sandbar relaxed against the couch for another moment, feeling his shaft stiffening against his chest. It drooled the remnants of his prior load, mixing it together with the seed that Gallus had fired onto him.

Maybe food could wait.