Cock of the Walk

Gallus thought his past two weeks had been pretty wild, having both lost his virginity and crossed the interspecies line with not one but two different creatures, but fate hadn’t been finished throwing curve balls at him - not by a country mile. While he’d been embarrassed to discover that Sandbar of all ponies had watched him railing Smolder, he was even more shocked to realize the young stallion wanted to get in on the action. Absentmindedly looking over at his clock, he knit his brow.

It would have been nice if he could ponder on all the lustful happenings he’d found himself mired in - sadly, with the end of the semester quickly approaching, he couldn’t afford to sit around and have deep, philosophical thoughts about who and what he may or may not end up sticking his dick in. Hopping from his bed, he made for his door and snatched up his bookbag. He could dwell on what, if anything, he was going to do with or to Sandbar later - for now, he had to meet Smolder for what he hoped would be a passionless cram session about arcane theory.

As he trotted out into the hallway and locked up behind himself, his mind wandered. It was weird, but he was kind of flattered that Sandbar was into him - yeah, it was pretty gay, but it wasn’t like anypony in Equestria really cared about who was fooling around with who. While he never figured he’d give any consideration to doing the deed with a dude, not after hearing Grandpa Gruff disparagingly ramble on about how fruity some stallions could be, he could potentially see himself making an exception at one point or another.

Honestly, the longer he stayed in Equestria, the more the place grew on him; food was abundant, the weather was much more pleasant, and the colorful little equines were completely apathetic about the various ways love or lust were manifest. Smiling to himself as he entered the stairwell, he steadily climbed up to the mares’ floor. It would have been impossible for him to say what would happen after he eventually graduated, although he was getting increasingly comfortable with the idea of not returning to the barren rocks, harsh winds, and broody temperaments of his homeland.

Aside from the nonchalance of the lays he’d had with Silver and Smolder, the strangest thing was how neither of the two had treated him any differently - well, no, that wasn’t entirely true. While Silver was still as bubbly and affectionate as ever, giving him hugs and only rarely giving him a knowing wink or squeeze of his tush, Smolder, though coy, was apparently eager for a second round with him. He’d caught the dominant dragoness eyeing him on a number of occasions, and she wasn’t above rubbing herself in a subtle way when nopony else was looking, yet he’d restrained himself from doing anything with her.

Truth be told, he wouldn’t mind giving either Smolder or Silver another roll in the hay - unfortunately for everypony involved, he had to curb his raging libido. With a group project on the way, an essay, and finals looming, on top of his floundering recent performance, his academics took priority over his hormones. He shook his head and chuckled as he grew closer to his destination.

One legitimate fear he’d had after doing the nasty with two of his buddies, and having a third lusting after him, was that the dynamic between them could shift. He’d heard stories about how dangerous friends with benefits could be, how fooling around with a companion could lead to alienation or complicated feelings, but that couldn’t have been further from the case - at least it hadn’t been the case for him. He and his classmates were merely having fun, and that was it.

“Smolder?” he called, stopping at and knocking on her door.

After a brief pause, he heard her clear her throat and reply. “Should be unlocked…”

Seeing himself, Gallus closed the door behind himself. “Hope you’re ready to…”

He didn’t - couldn’t finish his statement. As soon as he’d lifted his gaze, having turned to unsling his backpack, he went rigid. Smolder’s room was the same as it had ever been, a bit unkempt and with a tang of sulfur in the air, but that wasn’t what stole his attention - no that ignominious honor went to Smolder and her guest. With his face trapped between the nubile dragoness’ thighs, Sandbar feasted on her loins without a care in the world - not like she’d given him much of a choice.

“Just - right there,” she sighed, tightening her grasp on the stallion’s mane. “We were just taking a little break.”

Only then realizing he’d been trotted in on, Sandbar wriggled free, batted her hand away, and turned. “Hey, Gallus!”

“H…hey…” Gallus numbly replied and waved with a wing.

Staring blankly over at his friend, he was torn between smiling or sneering. Sandbar’s face from the eyes down was drenched, leading him to believe the pony had been feasting on Smolder for some time, and a part of him was a bit jealous that he hadn’t been in the stallion’s place. Glancing over to Smolder, he watched her grab her ankles and lift her legs.

“Wanna pick up where he left off, bird brain?” she snickered, blowing a heart-shaped wreath of smoke over at him.

For a split second, he was tempted to take her up on the offer and forsake his schoolwork - mercifully for everypony involved, as well as their GPAs, he fought back his sex drive and set his brow. He was not about to wind up with an abysmal score on yet another project. He sat down his bag, fished out his copy of Esoteric Enchantments, and ignored the depravity mere feet away from him.

“Starswirl’s first rule of sorcery - go,” he groused, pointing a pinion at Sandbar.

“It was - um - oh jeez,” the pony bellyached, shifting uncomfortably while he wiped a foreleg against his sodden muzzle. “Wasn’t it ‘every action has a reaction’?”

Frowning deeper, Gallus glared over at Sandbar. “No, that’s -”

“It’s ‘the spell’s effect can’t exceed the energy used to enact it’,” Smolder groaned, begrudgingly releasing and lowering her legs. “Dude, really, are you going to act -”

“What ~” Gallus cut her off, “like I didn’t just walk in on you two helping yourselves to a pre-study snack?”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one helping myself to anything,” Smolder huffed.

Peaking a brow, Sandbar glowered at her. “Nuh-uh! You were sucking me off before I went down on you!”

Gallus pinched the bridge of his beak with the tip of a wing. He’d been with them for a whopping clawful of minutes, and things were already going off the rails. Trotting over to the bed, he climbed onto the mattress and made himself comfortable next to Smolder. So help him, if it was the last thing he did, he was going to force them to study.

Resting his head on her pillows, he reclined and lifted the book over his face. “By the way, Smolder was right. Alright, so what did -”

“She did too give me a blowjob!” Sandbar insisted, stamping a hoof in irritation. “I bet you can even smell my dick on her breath!”

“Not my fault you didn’t shower before you came,” she countered.

Sandbar scowled and leveled a forehoof at her. “Because you asked me not to shower!”

Closing his book as quickly as he’d opened it, Gallus wiggled to the side of the mattress. “Well, since you two clearly have things other than studying on your minds, I think I’m just going to go back to my room and -”

“Wait wait wait,” Sandbar interjected, hopping onto the bed and flopping down beside the disgruntled griffon. “We’ll be good, we promise.”

Smolder stood, stepped over the pair, and laid on Gallus’ other side, pinning him between herself and the young stallion. “Party pooper…”

Gallus paid either of them any heed as he flipped to one of the pages he’d marked. Neither Smolder nor Sandbar may have realized or fully appreciated it, but he’d spent no small amount of time preparing for this afternoon; he’d written out questions, highlighted areas that would probably be on the exam, and he’d even brought a few flash cards with him. Whether they liked it or not, all of them were going to walk away with something other than horny thoughts rattling around in their heads.

He quizzed them over and over again, trusting neither with taking the reins on leading their little study group, and would correct them when they were wrong. In truth, as the hour gradually passed, he almost forgot about what he’d stumbled into - almost. Given how close Smolder and Sandbar were, each laying beside him with their heads next to his, he’d get the occasional whiff of dragon pussy or what he assumed had to be stallion junk when they spoke.

“And the crystal heart is powered by?” he inquired, glancing between the two.

“Love - duh,” Smolder groaned, pushing herself up. “Seriously, do you think Sunburst is going to ask something that basic?”

Licking a talon, Gallus flipped the page. “Better safe than sorry. Alright, so who was -”

“I think we should switch things up,” she asserted. “How about we do a little carrot and stick - for every question we get right, you let us have a little fun.”

“That would be kinda nice,” Sandbar sighed, stretching his forelegs up and over his head.

Gallus set his jaw, sensing something was amiss. “And how would you suggest we do that?”

Rolling to one side, Smolder pressed her chest against him and ran a hand over his side. “You tell me - ya know, since you’ve got the biggest carrot in the room…”

“It can’t be that big,” Sandbar snorted.

“Dude, it’s huge,” she exclaimed. “Don’t act like you haven’t seen it, Sandbar - for buck’s sake, you’re the one who told Silverstream about it in the first place!”

Reminded once again of whom had leaked the details about his package to Silverstream, Gallus closed his eyes and sat the book on his chest. “Can we please not do this right now…”

“Why not,” she lamented, sliding down the mattress and bringing her muzzle to his hip. “We’ve been behaving ourselves, so let’s take a little break.”

Mirroring her movements, albeit a bit more reluctantly, Sandbar wriggled his way down his side. “I…I wouldn’t mind…”

Gallus gulped and peered down at them. He could feel the heat of their breath against his loins, it was painfully obvious that they wouldn’t be easily deterred from getting a better look at his endowment, and he was getting a little tired of doing all the talking, but those weren’t what bothered him - no, that disgrace came from his treacherous body. Peeking from the creamy fur of its sheath, the crimson tip of his length stood out like a sore claw.

“If you can’t tell, I’m not really in the mood,” he harrumphed.

His declaration was a last-ditch effort to change their minds, but it didn’t work - if anything, it had the opposite effect to what he’d intended. Leaning over his hind leg, Smolder drew her tongue up his thigh and blew hotly on his nuts while Sandbar caressed his abdomen and snuggled up against him. The contrast of fur and scale, hoof and claw, and the sight of them fawning over him was far more stimulating than he would have liked, although it evoked a question.

Shifting his focus over to Sandbar, he cocked his head. “So are you gay or straight? I thought you had a thing for Yona.”

“I can be both,” Sandbar snickered, kissing his way down the griffon’s belly.

“Wait ~ seriously?” Gallus quipped, genuinely stunned by the admission. “Is that…is that a pony thing?”

Smolder chuckled and shook her head as she gazed up at him. “It’s called being bi, genius.”

“I - huh…” Gallus grunted.

“Think of it like food,” she continued, shifting one hand to lovingly fondle his balls. “Sometimes you want a salad, sometimes you want fish, and sometimes you want pasta. Why limit yourself to just one option?”

Swinging his attention over to her, Gallus looked for any sign of deception or mockery. “And you do it too?”

“Darn right I do! Lemme tell ya, Ocellus really knows how to munch a carpet - or lack thereof in my case,” she laughed, cocking and lifting one leg to display her hairless, glistening snatch.

The thought of her getting frisky with the soft-spoken, demure changeling was enough to send blood flowing to Gallus’ nethers. He’d always assumed that creatures’ sexuality was set in stone, swinging in one direction or another, but he’d been mistaken. Rattled from his philosophical musings when the bed shifted, he peeked over and noticed Sandbar staring squarely at his swelling tool.

“W…woah,” Sandbar softly gasped, his eyes widening. “It’s s…so big.”

“Come on,” Gallus dismissively huffed, “it’s not like you haven’t seen it -”

“Not this close I haven’t,” Sandbar quickly stated. Glancing up at his feathered friend, he sheepishly smiled. “D…do you mind if I - uh…”

Smolder scrambled to her feet and waved her hands. “Hang on, colts, before we get ahead of ourselves, I want to prove a point real quick. Sandbar, if you would…”

“Oh -” Sandbar murmured, cautiously standing, “I a…almost forgot.”

Sure enough, just as Gallus had suspected, there’d been some level of conspiring between the two. With his curiosity and growing arousal eclipsing his trepidation, he remained motionless as the stallion stepped over him and seated himself on his thighs. He’d figured Sandbar was a bit worked up, what with having eaten Smolder out earlier and his awestruck reaction to his dick, but he’d underestimated just how excited the pony was.

“Still think you’re not big?” Smolder clucked, leaning over him.

Gallus didn’t have to look at her, hearing the smugness in her voice, although that didn’t help matters any. Essentially seated on his upper thighs, Sandbar had rested his package squarely against his goods. He could practically feel his heterosexuality bowing as he marveled at the spectacle before him.

Sandbar’s stallionhood wasn’t small by any means, but it was markedly smaller than what he had to bear - furthermore, the sensation of warm, satiny cock-flesh against his shaft felt fantastic. His dick twitched and reached full-mast in an instant, reflexively jerking and glimmering in the light from overhead. Gay or not, it was equal parts electrifying to see that he was significantly bigger than his equine buddy.

“Bet his lips are like a dream,” Smolder breathed.

Shivering, Gallus turned when he felt her breath against his ear. “Yeah?”

“If y…you don’t mind, I’d be m…more than happy to let you find out,” Sandbar sputtered.

Fan-flipping-tastic - try as he might to avoid anything raunchy from happening, Smolder and Sandbar’s two-prong attack proved too much for him. As shameful as it was, unless everypony was totally cool with him having a massive boner for what remained of their time together that evening, he’d have to get some relief one way or another. Closing and tossing the textbook to the side, off the bed and near his bookbag, he threw his claws up in surrender.

“Fine,” he grumbled, “just do whatever.”

Crossing his forelegs over his chest, he pouted. He might have been about to get a blowjob - heck, he might have been about to get a really good blowjob, but his pride required him to act at least a little recalcitrant. He looked to the side as the duo started to move, unwilling to give them the reaction they likely craved, until a drop of something hot landed on his cheek.

Straddling his head and steadily sinking into a squat, Smolder lazily brought her crotch to his beak. “If you’re worried about seeing a stallion choking himself on your cock, how about you get busy with this…”

Whether she’d seen through his charade or was simply enthused to get a bit of action herself was anypony’s guess - whatever the case may be, as assertive as ever, she gave him little choice in the matter. Before he could utter a word of protest, his beak was lodged squarely in her sweltering cunt. Inhaling her scent with every breath, he looked up and met her eyes as she flashed her teeth at him.

He could have - would have complained, even if his words had come out muffled, yet a singular sensation of warmth around his cock stopped him dead in his tracks. Far, far softer than Smolder’s snout, and entirely different from Silver’s beak, Sandbar’s lips and tongue against the tender flesh of his length were incredible beyond words.

It didn’t take a scientist to figure out that a pony was naturally better equipped to blow somepony than a dragon, griffon, or hippogriff, yet the blissful sensation of a pair of cock-pillows wrapped around his shaft was eye-opening all the same. Spreading his hind legs and planting his paws on the mattress, he was only barely able to keep himself from thrusting into Sandbar’s maw. As he struggled against his desires and tried to make sense of whether or not he was this bi thing he’d just heard about, Smolder rocked her hips forward and back.

“If you’re having a hard time now, and I do mean hard, just wait until we really start having fun with you,” she mused.

Gallus had never been all that good at juggling, even with all the practice he’d gotten in Trixie’s class, yet trying to please a dragoness while getting head from a stallion really put him in a bind. Bracing his hind legs and willing his lower half to keep still, he grabbed Smolder’s waist and delicately nibbled her clit. He’d be darned if he was going to let her have her way with him again, especially now that there was a third party involved.

Sinking his tongue into her depths, he stifled a whimper. Going to town on her wouldn’t have been all that difficult, were it not for the exquisite fellatio he was receiving. He couldn’t have confessed it even if he wanted to, what with being muzzled by a snatch, but Sandbar’s oral skills put Smolder’s and Silver’s to shame.

While he wouldn’t have minded being able to view something other than Smolder’s pussy, flat, featureless chest, and supremely arrogant face peering down at him, it may have been for the best that he couldn’t get a good look at what Sandbar was doing with him. Like his other friends, he viewed the stallion with no small amount of respect - respect he may lose if he saw what was going on. Tightening his grip on Smolder, he wavered as a sonorous, blissful hum emanated from his crotch.

Sandbar withdrew with a wet pop and brought what had to be a hoof to his shaft. “The little barbs are way softer than I thought they’d be.”

“Right?” Smolder merrily chirped as she twisted to look back at him. “And the shape - Unf. Dude, you have got to try throating him.”

“That cool with you?” Sandbar asked, patting Gallus’ leg.

Gallus wasn’t going to beg Sandbar for more, but he wasn’t about to bring the affection to an abrupt end. Extending one wing out to the side, he gave the pony a feathered thumbs up and continued ravishing Smolder. He’d come this far, getting the first few inches of his shaft sucked on, so there wasn’t really a point in cheating himself out of the full experience.

Sandbar kissed the tip of his length and gradually worked his way lower and lower. Feeling his shaft bump against the back of the stallion’s throat, Gallus couldn’t help but be the slightest bit disappointed - that was until the snug confines of a gullet coiled around his cock-head. His heart fluttered, his back arched, and his toes curled as the pony somehow handled every inch of his length.

Shifting and resting her knees to either side of his head, Smolder giggled. “Don’t forget about me, stud…”

The statement, while nonsensical, wasn’t completely unnecessary. Simply put, the blowjob he was getting was the best he’d ever had! His defiance crumbled, any inclination he’d had to keep studying vanished, and the fires of his lust roared into an inferno. There was only one thing a big-dicked griffon could do in a situation like this, so he did just that.

Focusing all his effort on Smolder’s clit, using a combination of his beak and tongue, he drove his hips upward and plowed Sandbar’s face. Her throaty groan mingled with a muted gag rang through the air, giving him a sliver of hope. He may have been outnumbered two to one, but he wasn’t going to roll over and take it lying down.

The pair ruthlessly set themselves upon him, Smolder bucking against his face while Sandbar bobbed his head. Handling one partner could be tricky, but trying to manage two at the same time was an ordeal he wasn’t ready for - sure, his spirit was willing and he was well-equipped for the task, although enthusiasm and a fat cock could only get him so far. Leaning entirely on his determination, he fended off the overwhelming bliss that his pair of partners afforded.

Though he couldn’t see it, he could practically imagine the view of himself from an outsider’s perspective. The clashing colors of their coats, plumage, and hide was nearly as striking as their zeal, yet their appearance was only one facet of the wanton display. With the air thick with the sounds and smells of sex, their zeal mounted.

As Gallus did his best to make Smolder cum, if only to earn himself a small reprieve, he sensed Sandbar withdraw. A soft giggle, the mattress shifting beneath, and the cool air against his slicked shaft were as unsettling as they were unpleasant. He couldn’t tell what Sandbar was up to, but he had a hunch that it wasn’t anything good.

Staring as something warm and soft touched the tip of his cock, he became aware that Smolder was looking over her shoulder at Sandbar. She languidly stood, finally freeing his beak of her sopping wet loins, and he looked down at himself to see what what going on, though he immediately regretted it. Gradually impaling himself, Sandbar peeked back at him.

“I - Mmmmn,” Sandbar hummed as his hole quivered around Gallus’ cock.

Gallus wasn’t sure what was worse, that he had his dick in a stallion or the fact that it felt good. Sandbar’s pucker was astonishing for a number of reasons: the snugness walked the line between too tight and too loose, the sight of the dark, winking donut around him was awe-inspiring, and feeling of the pony’s depths was vastly different to what either Smolder or Silver had to offer. Too stunned to move, he watched as his friend sheathed the entirety of his length and smiled back at him.

Wiggling his tush, Sandbar winked. “You like it?”

Giving a slight nod, Gallus licked his beak. “Uh-huh…”

“Well you just lay right there and enjoy yourself,” Sandbar whispered, squeezing his cock. “I’ll do all the work.”

Taking a few steps and seating herself next to Sandbar, Smolder made herself comfortable and began shamelessly getting herself off to the show.

In a way, Gallus was happy that he could breathe freely - then again, seeing his friend, his stallion friend, using him like a dildo was a mixed bag. She angled herself in such a way that both he and Sandbar could see her rubbing herself, leaning back on one arm while she plunged a trio of digits into her snatch. Her exhibitionism was just another element to the debaucherous turn of events, although his attention lay elsewhere.

He’d never seen this side of Sandbar before. The young stallion’s shapely rear, doughy buns, and the pleased, effeminate sounds he was making were far, far hotter than they had any right to be. Had he not known better, he could have mistaken the pony for a cute little mare. Sitting up and leaning forward, he rubbed and fondled his buddy’s bouncing ass.

While he hadn’t intended on it, simply hoping to cop a feel while he was being ridden, a talon ran across Sandbar’s dock. The pony squealed and shuddered, his motions faltering as his backdoor spasmed. Bewildered by the odd reaction, he only grasped what had happened when he heard Smolder laugh.

“If you think that’s bad, you should give it a tug,” she hummed, nodding to the pastel pony’s plump, plush posterior.

Doing as she prompted, having some idea of what was going on, Gallus carefully closed his digits around the base of Sandbar’s tail and pulled. The stallion mewled and threw his head back, shaking atop him. Much like with Smolder and Silver before her, discovering he had more amorous might than he thought filled Gallus with unfathomable, almost sadistic glee.

“You like that?” he grunted, bucking his hips while running a claw up and down the sensitive underside of Sandbar’s dock.

“Sweet Celestia - yes,” Sandbar moaned.

It was like flicking a switch. Though Sandbar had started slowly, the additional stimulation sent him into a frenzy. Leaning forward and bracing his forehooves, he screwed himself on him like a lucky filly on prom night. One of two things was happening - either Sandbar was a huge butt slut or his dick was just that good.

He’d already come this far, he couldn’t unfuck the stallion, so there was no point in holding himself back. Gripping Sandbar’s tush in one clawed hand, he steadily thrust harder and faster. There was only one way to see if he could make his friend come from anal alone, and he was going to find out if he was able to pull it off.

Smolder lifted a brow and looked over at him. “Are you trying to make him blow his load or something?”

“S…something like - Nnnph - that,” Gallus grunted, clamping his eyes shut in concentration.

Now that Sandbar had been reduced to a whimpering, virtually limp mass, he had to pick up the slack and do all the heavy lifting, though that wasn’t a complaint by any means. It was hard to put his talon on it, but there was something intoxicating about the power of bringing a stallion such joy. Pulling one foreleg back, he slapped the pony’s rear.

Sandbar’s eyes rolled as he brayed out in bliss. Though he wasn’t particularly proud of it, Gallus was enjoying himself more than he thought he would. Noticing Smolder shift, he glanced to the side and watched her inch closer to them.

Twisting and looking at Sandbar’s junk, she smirked. “He’s getting close.”

“S…should I - Aaaaghn!” Sandbar howled.

“I got ya,” Smolder noted, getting up and slipping her arms under his forelegs. “Gallus, hold up for a second.”

Gallus squinted and hesitantly obliged her. “What are you…”

With a strength that belied her relatively compact size, Smolder lifted Sandbar and turned him around. The entire procedure was relatively quick, and she made sure to keep the pony impaled on his, yet the effects rocked him to the core. Now able to see his friend’s twitching, flaring stallionhood, his reservations about doing anything with a dude shattered.

No sooner had Smolder pressed herself to Sandbar’s back, turning his head to make out with him, than he pulled out all the stops. He’d been slowly getting close to his limit, realizing it was only going to be a matter of time until he pumped the stallion full of his essence, yet seeing he’d pushed Sandbar to the brink was what ultimately did him in. His endurance faded and his cock pulsed in tune with his thundering heart as he slipped past the point of no return.

“G…Gah!” he coughed, grabbing Sandbar’s thighs.

Pulling the pony down while he drove his hips upward, he came with devastating force. His attempt to keep himself quiet failed outright, leading to him bellowing out in triumphant ecstasy. Everypony had their limit, a point at which they broke - for him, it was seeing two of his closest friends french kissing while he was plowing one of them.

Sandbar trembled from hoof to head while his pucker quaked and fiercely seized his dick. “I’m…I’m g…gonna.”

He likely would have cum purely from getting crempied, but that hadn’t been enough for Smolder. Reaching down and clutching his stallionhood, she jacked him off to finish. Hot ropes of foal-batter sailed from his length, his piercing wail echoed throughout the room, and she came at almost exactly the same time he did, adding her rapturous joined the cacophony.

The sinful din was so loud that Gallus failed to hear the sound of magic until it was too late. Time slowed to a crawl, contorting in the most inexplicable way, as he looked over and saw the door burst open. Adorned in her trademark hat and cape, Trixie barged in, opened her mouth to speak, and stumbled when her eyes shot to the bed.

A preternatural silence fell over the chamber as everyone fell silent and absolutely still. Gallus was glazed with pony jizz, Smolder’s juices coated her legs and soaked into the bed, and Sandbar’s stallinhood weakly dribbled the final few grouts of his spunk. Trixie simply gawked at the trio, unwilling or unable to say a thing.

Composing herself, Trixie scowled and leveled a hoof at them. “Needless to say, you’re getting detention for this!”

“All o…of - Wheeze - us?” Sandbar rasped.

“What? No!” Trixie balked. “Only one of you is in trouble for these…these scandalous shenanigans!”

Stroking Sandbar’s chest, Smolder tittered. “Jealous?”

“I…wha…The nerve!” Trixie barked. “Why would I, the great and powerful Trixie, be jealous of something so indecent?”

“Well you are blushing,” Smolder observed.

Trixie went an even deeper shade of crimson as she wheeled around and stormed out. “Gallus, I’ll see you in my office tomorrow morning.”

Sobering up in an instant, Gallus shakily lifted a clawed finger. “But I -”

Slam

Trixie was gone before he was given a chance to explain himself or mention tomorrow was Saturday and there weren’t any classes. If he hadn’t been in a precarious spot beforeclaw, he definitely was now. It was bad enough that rumors about his carnal prowess had been making the rounds, but having a teacher catch him in the act was definitely going to land him in hot water.

Bursting into laughter, Smolder shook Sandbar’s cock and sent a gobbet of cum onto his face. “Busted!”

Gallus winced as the seed impacted his cheek. “Thanks…”

He was happy that they’d managed to get some studying done, yet the evening couldn’t have ended on a more sour note. His weekend would likely be ruined, there was a chance that Grandpa Gruff would hear about his kinky exploits at the school, and he’d dicked-down a stallion - in short, while he was pretty satisfied and spent, he knew things were going to get rough for a few days at least. Shaken from his thoughts when Smolder softly kicked his leg, he glared up at her.

“If anypony’s getting seconds, it’s gonna be me,” she chipperly remarked. “Could use a good stretch to cap things off.”

Shrugging and wiping the jizz off his face, Gallus sighed. There was no changing what had happened, although he could dictate how the rest of their evening played out. “Fine, but you get to suck Sandbar off while we’re doing it. Since you decided to egg Trixie on, I think a spit-roast is the least you can get for your involvement.”

Smolder chuckled as she grinned from ear to ear. “Works for me…”