Over at the dorms of Twilight’s Friendship School, Gallus and Sandbar were chilling in their own room, lounging on their beds as they idly stared at the ceiling.

“So, how are you holding up so far?” Sandbar asked.

“Honestly, I’m doing pretty good!” Gallus smirked. “I feel like I’m gonna do way better than last year.”

“I’m surprised you wanted to involve yourself in Smolder and Ocellus’s rivalry, I figured you wanted to stay as faaaar away from that as possible.”

“Psssh, it’ll be fiiiiine,” Gallus rolled his eyes. “I did better than them last year, why wouldn’t I take the chance to show them up again?”

“Because last year was literally the first time you didn’t clop out?” Sandbar snarked.

Gallus sat up straight, pointing an accusatory claw at the pony. “Hey, that just means I’ve only gotten better!”

“I dunno, dude. Pretty sure I still have a better track record than you do.”

“That’s only cause I’ve done these things more times than you have!”

“Yeah, but a hundred percent win rate is still a hundred percent,” Sandbar grinned.

Gallus angrily crossed his arms. “Alright then, smartass, why didn’t you wanna join in this year?”

Sandbar paused, turning his head to look at Gallus. “Because…Yona wanted to spend some quality time with me this year, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Bullshit,” Gallus instantly replied. “I bet it’s cause there aren’t any big guys to tear your ass up this year, and Chrysalis and Discord scare you.”

Sandbar quickly opened his mouth to retort, but the long pause and awkward stuttering revealed that the griffon had his number.

“Yeah, figured.”

“Alright, fine, so what?” Sandbar said with indignance. “If I’m only going to really have fun with Yona during the orgy, then what’s the point in joining?”

Gallus rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, you’d just be doing Yona. There’s definitely not somepony else you have your eyes on, despite being WAY out of your league.”

A small blush appeared on Sandbar’s cheeks. “Fine, just because Troubleshoes miiiight have made it so that I actually couldn’t walk straight until Hearth’s Warming, that doesn’t mean-”

“That’s not who I was talking about and you know it, bro,” Gallus said with a short chuckle.

Sandbar turned his head to the side, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Hey, is that Princess Celestia outside the window right now?”

“Where?” Sandbar quickly turned his head in excitement, immediately realizing what he fell for. “...You’re a dick.”

“And you’re an idiot,” Gallus shook his head in disbelief with a bemused smile on his face. “I can’t believe you actually fell for that.”

“Well, there was still the chance you were telling the truth! I’m not gonna risk it!”

Gallus scoffed. “You’re too easy.”

Sandbar’s cheeks got redder. “I don’t know what your deal is, you got to fuck Princess Luna and Twilight last year.”

“Yeah, but I’m not hopelessly crushing on either of them!”

Sandbar raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Uh, yeah, dude! Unlike you, I keep my relationship goals realistic,” Gallus insisted.

“Yeah, cause going for Professor Applejack is just as realistic,” Sandbar fired back.

“Alright, that’s it,” Gallus started cracking his knuckles, his cheeks burning just as red as Sandbar’s. “Come here, you motherf-”

“Is there some sort of problem, you two?”

Gallus and Sandbar turned to the window, where they were both put into a stunned silence.

Princess Celestia leaned into the room through the window, hanging her hooves over the frame. “Now, what could you two be fighting about?”

Sandbar’s whole face was turning red. “...Dude, I thought you were joking about Celestia being here.”

“I thought I was joking, too.”

“I was stopping by Ponyville to check in on Twilight,” Celestia explained. “Though I couldn’t help but overhear some rather harsh yelling. So…what seems to be the issue?”

Gallus’s sight shifted back to Sandbar. “Well…go ahead, Sandbar. Tell the princess what the problem is.”

“I…u-uh…daaah…” Sandbar stammered, his mind going completely blank as he was face to face with the princess.

“Figured.” Gallus did take a little bit of pleasure in seeing Sandbar so worked up. “Well, Princess, we were just talking about this year’s orgy celebration. Or what Sandbar would’ve done were he participating.”

“So soon?” Celestia grinned. “Getting ahead of yourself a bit, aren’t you?”

“Eh, it helps to motivate me.” Gallus casually shrugged. “Gotta keep a goal in sight, ya know?”

“Mmm, I suppose so,” Celestia nodded. “It’s just that I’ve seen plenty that have gotten too ahead of themselves, they get so excited to be in the orgy that they accidentally get themselves out.”

“Though, I guess it’s not a problem for you, huh, princess? You’ve still got the longest-running perfect record, right? These months must be a walk in the park for ya.”

“Well, I don’t like to brag…” Celestia playfully rolled her eyes. “But yes, I do have the longest win-streak so far. Though I can’t say all my wins have been easy. I’m not immune to temptation, after all.”

Gallus leaned in closer, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? What sort of turn-ons does the regal Princess Celestia have?”

Celestia giggled, waggling her hoof to chastise. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Gallus? You’ll have to wait until December to find out, assuming I see you there, of course.”

“Eh, worth a shot.” Gallus shrugged.

“Although, I will say…” Celestia turned to face Sandbar with half-lidded eyes. “I may have a soft-spot for cutie stallions.”

“...Buh…”

“Well, I better not keep Twilight waiting any longer, farewell, you two!” Celestia hopped off the windowsill and walked away.

“Take care, princess!” As Gallus waved goodbye, he turned to see Sandbar, still frozen in place with a dumbstruck expression with his face still furiously blushing.

“You okay, buddy?” Gallus asked. Even though he was smiling, there was a genuine concerned tone in his voice.

“Y-Yeah…” Sandbar slowly nodded, though he still didn’t move from his spot, the burning blush reaching his ears.

“Well, if nothing else, I totally get what you see in her now,” Gallus chuckled.

Author's Note

Be a Gal and help your bro out, won't ya?