Twilight let out a long, heavy, lonely sigh that echoed off the walls of her castle. She idly tapped her hooves against the map, bored out of her mind.

The door to the map room creaked open, with Spike sticking his head through to peek in. “You alright, Twi? Pretty sure I heard that sigh all the way on the other side of the castle.”

“I’m fine, Spike, just really bored, is all…” Twilight leaned back on her throne, putting her hind hooves up on the table.

“Yeah? You want me to go to Mayor Mare and get some stacks of paperwork from Town Hall for you to fill out? I can try and find Pinkie Pie to make a mess so you can reorganize the library again.”

“Haha, cute,” Twilight lightly punched him in the shoulder and shook her head, as tempting as both offers were. “I’ll live if I don’t have anything to do today.”

“So you’re just gonna sit here and sigh all alone for fun, then?” Spike smirked.

Twilight playfully waggled her eyebrows. “Well, I’m not all alone now, am I?”

“Hah, I guess not.” Spike hopped on his own throne next to Twilight’s. “So, why’d you decide to be bored here of all places? There’s plenty of rooms in the castle you could be spending your time in; the library, the kitchen, your bedroom, my bedroom…”

“Pffft!” Twilight gave Spike a light punch on the shoulder. “Yeah? Me bored in your bedroom? Like I usually am, huh?”

“Ouch!” Spike chuckled. “You’re lucky I don’t fall asleep when you’re too busy making a whole thesis on ‘draconian mating behavior’ to ride me.”

“Well, maybe if you gave me some clear data, then I wouldn’t have to keep writing everything down!” Twilight countered.

“Yeah? What would count as clear data to you?” Spike scoffed, taking on a dorky, mocking tone. “Oh yes, Twilight! You’re so good at riding my dragon dick! The way your fat pony butt bounces up and down on my cock is very effective at bringing me closer to my climax!”

“Hey, my butt’s not fat!” Twilight pouted.

“THAT’S the part you’re taking issue with!?”

The two stared at each other for a brief moment of silence, before they both burst out laughing, leaning over the arm rests of their thrones and onto each other.

Spike wiped a tear away from his eye as he looked up at Twilight. “Hahahaha…ah…so…you really want me to try that next time we do it in December?”

“If you can keep a straight face the whole time, then yeah!” Twilight nodded.

“Like you’re not gonna have trouble not laughing?” Spike smirked.

Twilight huffed, sitting upright.“I’ll have you know I can stay composed, even in the heat of the moment!”

Spike looked at Twilight with an eyebrow raised and a knowing smirk.

“...What? I totally can!” Twilight said defensively.

“Oh yeah, totally.” Spike nodded, still smirking. “So, hypothetically, if I were to ask for a bit more bouncing to get me going…”

“I’d do it no problem!”

“And what if it wasn’t enough?” Spike leaned over. “What if I wanted more? What if I needed some more excited bouncing, and there was only one way to get it?”

Twilight watched in confusion as Spike leaned closer and closer, his muzzle almost kissing hers. “Spike? What are you-aaAAAH!”

Spike took advantage of Twilight watching his head get closer to sneak his claws forward and squeeze her hips.

“Naaaahahahaha! S-Spiiihihihihike! Stahahahahap!” Twilight giggled, squirming and hopping in her seat.

“Yeah, exactly!” Spike chuckled, skittering his claws against her sides. “I need you to keep moving juuuust like that, Twi…”

“Eeeeek! Q-Quihihihit iiiit! I cahahahahahaaaan’t!” Twilight tried to swat away Spike’s tickling hands, but the dragon was easily overpowering her.

“What’s wrong, Twilight?” He teased, leaning further over his throne until he was practically on top of her. “What happened to being composed in the heat of the moment?”

“OKOKOK! You made your pohohohoint! Stop tihihihickling meeheeheehee already!”

Spike chuckled, relenting on his tickle-attack to let Twilight breathe. “Heheh, now that I wouldn’t mind doing for December.”

“Ah, shut up, you big dork.”

Spike returned back to his seat, and Twilight sat back up, running a circle around the map.

Spike let out a short chuckle. “Ya miss seeing all the eliminations on this thing, don’t you?”

“...Maybe a little…” Twilight giggled.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Spike shrugged. “Zecora’s way this year is pretty much the same, isn’t it?”

“I guess…but it was just…so fun to see them pop up here with you, you know?”

Spike playfully rolled his eyes. “Well, we can have plenty to do together at the end of the month to make up for it, alright?”

Twilight smiled and nodded. “Sounds like a plan, Spike.”

Spike stood up from his seat and winked. “Good, now maybe get out of the castle and do something for once, alright? If I gotta see you leaning over the map begging and moaning, I swear…”

“Fiiiine, fiiiine,” Twilight said, gently shoving him towards the door. “Maybe I’ll take a spa day or something…”

Gallus was spending the rest of the day in peaceful isolation. Sandbar was out with Yona doing Celestia-knows-what, so he had the dorm room all to himself, to do whatever he wanted. Which right now, was to close his eyes and take a nice, long, relaxing nap.

…At least, until there was a loud and frantic pounding at the door.

“Damnit, come on…” the griffon muttered to himself as he rolled out of bed, grumbling as he opened the door.

The pounding only got more intense as he got closer. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” He growled as he opened the door. “This better be importa-”

Gallus didn’t know what he was expecting when he opened the door, but Smolder and Ocellus on their knees wasn’t even in the top fifty.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here Gallus!” Smolder sighed in relief. “We really need you! Like, right now!”

“Please, Gallus!” Ocellus crawled over and grabbed onto his talons.

“Woah, woah, hold on! What’s the problem?”

“W-We can’t take it anymore!” Ocellus panted, looking up at the griffon. “We’re so pent up and horny!”

Smolder grabbed Gallus by the shoulders. “Please, Gallus, you gotta fuck us!”

Gallus needed a moment to fully process the situation. “Wait…are you two serious?”

“Y-Yeah! We give up!” Smolder grit her teeth. “Y-You win…G-Griffons are better than dragons and changelings!”

“We…we just need you in us right now!”

Gallus smirked, hearing Smolder and Ocellus admit defeat, but considering what they were asking… “Wait wait wait, I get that I’m better than you two and all, but what if I still wanna go to that orgy, hm?”

Ocellus started to sweat. “We’ll do anything you want for four months! To make up for what you’ll miss!”

Gallus cocked his head and smirked. “Anything, huh?”

“A-Anything! No questions asked!” Smolder frantically nodded. “Just…we need you to rut us now!”

Gallus clicked his tongue in contemplation. “So…lemmie get this straight. You two are admitting defeat to me becaaause?” He grinned, wanting to rub it in their faces a bit more before deciding.

Smolder let out a frustrated growl. “Gaaah…fuck! It’s cause griffons are better!”

“B-Better than dragons, and better than changelings!” Ocellus added, in case Gallus was gonna ask.

“Alright, fiiiine,” Gallus said with an unbearably smug smirk on his beak. “I guess if you’re begging me this much, I guess I can help you two out. Get in, quick, unless you want the rest of the school to see.”

Smolder and Ocellus rushed into the dorm room, immediately jumping onto the bed face-down, lifting their butts up high.

“Please, f-fuck me first, Gallus!” Smolder begged, lifting up her tail.

“N-No, I want to cum first!” Ocellus yelled, trying to bum Smolder’s ass with her own.

“Ladies, please,” Gallus softly chuckled. “I’m sure I can pleasure both of you at the same time…”

The griffon slipped underneath the two, with Smolder right above his crotch, and Ocellus over his face. “Come on, let’s go out in style!”

Smolder carefully sidled down on Gallus’s cock, while Ocellus sat down on his face with no hesitation.

“Nnnf…Alright, here we go…!” Gallus started thrusting his hips upward, opening up his beak to slowly lap up Ocellus’s dripping pussy.

Smolder grabbed onto Gallus’s hips, using the grip to slam her body down on his cock, her instinctual growling getting heavier and hornier with each bounce. “Guh! YES! Fuck me, Gallus!”

“Ooohhh…y-your tongue is amaaaaziiiing! Y-You’re gonna make me cum already!” Ocellus shivered, starting to lean backward. “H-Hold me, Smolder!”

“Nnn…yeah…you like that?” Gallus muttered, thrusting his hips underneath his sheets, much to the chagrin of his roommate.

“Dude, shut the fuck up…” Sandbar grumbled, climbing down off his bunk bed to glare at the snoozing griffon.

Gallus was none the wiser, making grunts in his sleep while very obviously stroking himself off underneath the blanket.

Sandbar let out an exhausted growl. The idea to smack him awake with his pillow was getting more tempting by the second.

“...Fuck it.” Sandbar grabbed his pillow, eyes still half-closed. He slowly raised it above his head, ready to let the griffon have it.

“Nnn…Sandbar…you’re…here too?”

Sandbar kept the pillow held high, his grumpiness turning into hesitant curiosity.

Gallus turned over onto his stomach, now grinding against his pillows. “Fuck…you’re so…big…”

Amused, Sandbar let out a soft chuckle and lowered the pillow. With a soft smile, he climbed back to the top bunk and closed his eyes. Even if he wasn’t going to get much sleep, the constant sleepy moaning of his name from below was something he’d never get tired of.

Author's Note

You're welcome, Frist.