Discord's Halloween Hoe-Down

Gallus wasn’t normally an anxious or nervous griffon at parties. Usually he’d be happy to schmooze and chat with the guests around him, or at least form a group of creatures to chat the night away with.

But now, as the main event started around him, he felt like he was more wallflower than guest at this party. He hadn’t been able to move from his spot against the wall since Discord disappeared again into the aether with the promise of watching all of them ‘have fun’. His eyes locked to the ground, only seeing the costumed hooves of the rest of the guests and, occasionally, the face of a pony pinned to the ground, already enraptured with pleasure.

And yet none of them Sandbar’s, the stallion having disappeared with a loud, boisterous laugh a few moments ago. Leaving Gallus to feel so… so…

So lonely, hearing the moans and groans of the ponies around him growing in intensity.

So paranoid, picturing Discord above him and rubbing that latex bulge of his, laughing at the nerdy griffon as he struggled to find his place.

So… horny. Gallus could feel his cock throbbing in his tight underwear despite, or maybe because of, the lack of attention paid to it. With a quiet, nasal moan he shifted his weight, feeling an inevitable wetness growing in his underwear. Looking down, his tight gray trousers already showed a considerable precum stain. Pressing his legs together, moaning out needifully due to the sudden and intense pleasure, he prayed for Sandbar’s swift return.

Speaking of weight, he let a claw play across his stomach with a concerned, yet lewd groan. Formerly a trim, muscular griffon in training to be a royal guard, Gallus’ doughy stomach pressed out against the loose button-down shirt he had walked in wearing. Now almost to straining the buttons, he felt as if a deep breath would send them all flying and reveal his fat gut to the guests.

And he tried to ignore how his cock throbbed even harder at that, practically begging to be released from its tight confines.

“Mrrr yeah, you girls like that?”

Gallus’ head whipped up, turning to the voice he heard clear through the cacophony of moans. It sounded dumb, deep, and dripping with ego, but he recognized just enough of it to know:

It was Sandbar, standing towards the locked entrance. To one side he had a pearl white stallion dressed as a slutty waitress, complete with the ‘Hoofers’ logo on his shirt, and to the other was a decidedly feminine pegasus dressed in a short and revealing school uniform. And in the center stood Sandbar, loose and cocky grin on his face as the two femcolts lavished him with attention. They giggled and tittered as the large and muscular Sandbar flexed for them, puffing out his chest as his ego only grew and grew.

Gallus bashfully approached, not getting too close, but close enough to stare at his boyfriend as he flirted with two femcolts that were decidedly not him. Knowing how explicit the night would most surely become, the two had made an agreement before they came that swapping and swinging would be allowed.

But seeing Sandbar with cute stallions hanging off him without any notice, while Gallus stood ignored a few feet away left the blue bird feeling… odd.

Gallus had to bite back a loud, sudden moan as he played voyeur to his own lover, again squeezing his thighs shut while his needy cock throbbed another spurt of precum into his tight underwear.

Ears flicking towards the sound of familiar moaning, Sandbar turned to Gallus and his cocky grin only grew as he saw the effect he had on him. “Oh hey, it’s my nerdy little birdy.” As he chuckled at his own little joke, he turned to the stallions to his side. “Give me a sec, ladies. I’ve got a little thing to take care of.”

A humiliating giggle was shared between the two mareish stallions, both eyeing up both Gallus and the clear and wet tent in his pants. As they turned, slutty skirts flashing their naked asses and full balls at the blushing griffon, Gallus let out another whine of need and horniness.

One that Sandbar was happy to answer, stepping close to his now much smaller lover with a smirk. Close enough that Gallus’ beak pressed into the stallion’s buff and furry chest.

Breathing in both in shock and instinct, Gallus brought in the scent of a real stallion. Unlike the sweeter scent that Sandbar had worn before, now it was a deeper and headier musk that threatened to shut the more rational parts of his brain off for a while.

Gallus brought both claws to either side of Sandbar’s chest, breathing in deeply and letting out short chirps of pleasure with every exhale. In turn, Sandbar brought one broad hoof to the back of the griffon’s head, pressing the bird deeper into his musky chest fluff.

“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you, dork?” Sandbar said, his smirk taking on a lewd tinge. “I bet you-”

A loud, unbidden moan was not what Sandbar was expecting from his nerdy little worshiper. Though muffled by the chest he was pressed into, Gallus’ cry was still loud enough to briefly interrupt Sandbar’s loving bullying. A look of brief shock and surprise crossed the stallion’s face.

But it was a brief look. And it was quickly replaced by a smirk, then a wide and playfully malicious grin.

“Oh, you love that, don’t you?” Sandbar asked, pressing Gallus back and angling his head to look up at him. Sandbar lavished in delight seeing Gallus’ heavy blush and wide, shocked eyes. “Is my chubby little bird getting off on being treated like the dork he is?”

All Gallus could do was mumble lewdly, his head still swimming from the musk he’d been unwillingly removed from. The blush on his face grew hotter and hotter still as he squirmed in Sandbar’s presence, feeling a lewd drip drip dripping between his legs.

“You’d better speak up, Gally~” Sandbar crooned, his grin growing more intense as he looked down at Gallus’ outfit. “Otherwise I think I’ve gotta punish you~”

Punish? Just the word made Gallus squirm even more. Thoughts of all the things that this large, dominant stallion could do to him gave him brief pause, his paws curling against the ground as lewd images flooded his brain.

Brief pause, but long enough for Sandbar to make his decision. Grinning a predatory grin down at Gallus, he savored the moment of aroused fear in the griffon's eyes before his first command.

“Lose the pants, loser.”

Gallus blinked, tilting his head. “U-uh, what? I don’t think I-”

“What’d I do, stutter? I figured that was your deal.” Sandbar scoffed, then shook his head. “Lose the pants, or I’ll lose ‘em for you. And trust me, I’ll make sure everyone sees.”

Now that he knew the stakes, Gallus wasted no time in disrobing. After all, he and Sandbar were usually naked around each other. And yet… something about this felt quite a bit more taboo. Lewder to the point it made the griffon’s body thrum with pleasure.

And before Gallus could second guess himself and slide the pants back on, Sandbar stole them away and held them in a hoof. As he eyed the large stain of precum on the crotch of the dorky griffon’s pants, he couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Geeze, you’re that riled up already? What a dork!” Looking back at Gallus himself, his eyes were drawn straight to the white briefs that were now out in the open.

The way they hugged Gallus’ plump and squishy rump enticed him, but what was even more enticing was the twitching, dripping tent Gallus was pitching in his dorky undies. With every trembling throb came another small spurt of precum, drooling out of the already soaked crotch of Gallus’ underwear and down onto the floor.

Sandbar licked his lips.

Moving to circle behind Gallus, Sandbar couldn’t help but snicker at the pent-up griffon and his adorable choice in clothing. “Dude, I knew you were a dork, but this is just too much~ Who even buys tighty-whities anymore?” With another snicker, he brought a hoof up to Gallus’ ass and pressed against it lightly.

Gallus let out a loud squeak from the sudden touch, blushing and lowering his head to stare down at the ground. “B-but we bought them together! You, um, s-said they made me look cute.”

The smug smirk fell from Sandbar’s face for a moment, the stallion leaning over his griffon and giving him a gentle nuzzle on the cheek. “Aw, Gally, you look adorable~ It’s just so fun to tease a cute li’l dork like you. And, hey, y’wanna know the best way to tease a dork?”

Gallus had a few ideas, each lewder than the other, but wasn’t given the time to form a response. Instead, he was interrupted by the feeling of two hooves gripping at the back of his undies.

A sharp and strong tug followed soon after, Sandbar trying his best to be gentle with his newfound strength while also wanting to yank Gallus off the ground. And it was like lifting a small, plump pillow as Sandbar stood on his hindlegs. Gallus now hung in the air, claws and paws a few feet off the ground.

Those claws and paws began to kick as Gallus tried his best to regain purchase upon the ground. He let out a few loud whimpers, partially due to the humiliating situation, the pair of slutty ponies who’d gone back to staring at him, and the feeling of the underwear pulling tight against his crotch and ass.

Feeling his already tight underwear grow even tighter around his twitching cock, as well as fabric sliding between his wide cheeks and pressing against his overly sensitive hole, Gallus could feel the dam beginning to break. Loud whimpers turned into louder moans as the poor griffon seemed to forget his current predicament, instead focusing on humping the air and attempting to find more friction than just against a patch of precum soaked fabric.

Squeaking out his loudest moan yet, Gallus gave one last buck against the air as his clothed cock let loose the first shot of cum directly into his undies, soaking the fabric further, and followed it with another and another and another. Each time, his hips twitched and he let out a loud, nasal whimper. It was so humiliating, being forced to cum within his clothing, and yet the feeling seemed to spur his climax on longer.

But, as dorky cum leaked down his legs and the crotch of his underwear, finally his embarrassingly sudden orgasm tapered off to an end.

Panting and moaning in post-orgasmic throes, Gallus barely noticed as Sandbar finally released his hold on him, laying him down onto his back with a loving gentleness. What was noticed, however, was moments later when Sandbar leaned down beside Gallus and planted a large smooch to his cheek.

“Thanks for bein’ such a good sport, Gally~'' Sandbar murmured with a soft, lazy grin. “Now do you wanna lose those dorky undies so we can have some more fun?”

Gallus wasted no time in eagerly removing the now overly moist fabric, finally going as bottomless as the rest of the party. His wet shaft twitched in the open air, sputtering a bit of seed as it slowly became flaccid.

Sandbar smirked, taking slow and deliberate hoofsteps to approach Gallus from the back. He looked down between the griffon’s precum slathered thighs, staring directly at his smaller cock.

“Aw, it’s so cute!” Sandbar decided, happy to see the immediate reaction of Gallus' cock twitching back to life before his eyes. His smirk growing a bit wider at this, he grew a bit more bold. “Guess it makes sense a dork like you has a dick so adorable. Meanwhile…”

Without warning, Sandbar mounted Gallus’ prone form and stood above him with an assertive dominance. Gallus could feel a warm weight drop down between his legs and along his round belly. Looking down between those legs, he could see the flared head of Sandbar’s shaft staring him down as it eclipsed his own small, yet now achingly erect one.

As it dripped, nay, drooled precum down onto his button-down shirt, Gallus could feel a hot blush covering his entire face. Looking up at Sandbar’s own, he saw a smug smirk and half-lidded eyes.

“Here’s what a stud’s cock looks like. Bigger than a cute li’l nerd like you’s.” Sandbar crooned, rocking his hips forward and grinding his shaft against Gallus’ and eliciting a series of squeaks from the griffon. “Heh, how’s about for round two, I can show you what this thing can do?”

“Y-yes sir!”