Heat Amongst Winter

“Snowstorm warning,” The sign in the front hall said, even with what few students they had over winter break, they still posted announcements. According to Professor Dash, there were some unexpected atmospherics which meant a snowstorm would be hitting Ponyville sooner and stronger than expected.

Not that the students were particularly concerned. Few had examined the poster very closely(besides a Hippogriff and a changeling) and they figured they'd be stuck inside anyway.

In a classroom near the poster, or down the hall rather, most of the students were gathered for the last class of the day. Gallus held Silverstream's hand in his claws as he wrote down something in his notebook. He tried to concentrate on the board instead of her warm grasp. She was looking between the board and her notebook easily, seemingly not distracted at all.

The griffin tugged on his collar, ruffled his head feathers a bit, and spared a glance around. The rest of the small gang was busy listening or pretending to. They sat in the front of a lecture hall, listening to Professor Pinkie Pie. Most of the lecture hall was empty, as it always was in a winter break class. Pinkie Pie was their professor today, demonstrating something Gallus didn’t follow or even understand but he wrote down anyway.

As Gallus moved his gaze, he noticed with distaste the light from the windows contrasted sharply with the glow crystals of the lecture hall. It was a cold and snowy day, but the building itself was quite hot. Knew I should’ve worn just a t-shirt, he thought, as he stopped to take off his sweatshirt. The heating in the building came from a geothermal pump, but for some reason, it was malfunctioning of late. The professors said it would be useful, what with the coming snowstorm, in case it broke and no one could repair it for a bit, but it made the building sweltering.

“...and that’s how Equestria was made the third time!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, “It’s just like a cake, sometimes there’s layers to this stuff–” She paused abruptly, and looked at her watch. “Oh, phooey! That’s our time, everypony.” The gang got up, somewhat gratefully, and packed up their stuff. “Gallus! Silverstream! Let me speak with you please!”

Gallus winced. He stopped and turned. He exchanged looks with his girlfriend, and both went to the professor’s desk. She was busy eating some confectionary products. “Uh, you wanted to see us, professor?” He asked.

“I hope it’s nothing bad…” Silverstream said nervously.

Pinkie sat up. “Oh, don’t worry! It’s nothing bad!” She grinned, then grimaced a little. “I wanted to speak to you… about…” She grimaced further.

“Uh oh,” Gallus said aloud.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little hard to say!” Pinkie sighed, then clapped her hands together, “Look, if you’re going to use the pool for hanky panky, please clean up afterward!” She grinned.

“What?!” The couple exclaimed.

“I know, you think you're being subtle about it and all, but please, next time… please clean up afterwards.”

“How did you know?” Silverstream gasped.

“I have my ways,” Pinkie winked. “Just please be a bit more careful.” She gestured, “Speaking of which, I meant to fill up the free condom dispensary but I haven't gotten the chance. There's a closet with them a little way down the hall. Would you mind doing it, please? I have… something to do.”

With that, she was away out the door. Gallus sighed, “Great. She knows, and she gets us to do her job.”

Silverstream giggled, “I think she was giving us a hint.”

“And making us do her job?”

Silverstream rolled her eyes, “Come on.”

They walked down the halls, Silverstream pulled him into a closet, “It’s this one.”

It was a dimly-lit, yet fairly spacious closet. More of a storage area than a simple closet. Gallus squinted into the dark. He made his way to the back and found a white container.

“Found ‘em.” Gallus turned around and stumbled. Silverstream had her skirt at her feet and was struggling with her shirt. “Here?! Now?!” He squeaked. His eyes went up and down, first hitting her vagina, then her slowly-exposed breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He felt a bizarre, yet delightful sensation in his gut, like nausea. He had the inexplicable urge to use the bathroom.

Silverstream shrugged and went back to work pulling off her shirt. “Let's test them out, why don't we?”

Gallus blinked as his girlfriend tossed aside her last article of clothing. Quickly, he yanked down his shorts. His penis bounced around it almost painfully. Were those feelings in his gut butterflies, as the ponies called them? It was one of the most powerful sensations he’d been feeling as of late. Yet his enthusiasm was tempered by fear.

Silverstream jammed a tool under the door handle, assuaging that fear a bit, then went up to Gallus. She sized him up, running her hands up and down his sides. She loved feeling his chest and running her hands up the border between his yellowish underbelly and the rest of his blue pelt. “Mm, even in the dark your feathers are amazing…”

“So are yours,” He whispered a bit meekly. There was a hollow feeling in his chest.

Silverstream kissed him, “Hey, it’s okay, relax! We don’t have to–”

“I’m not afraid,” He hissed quickly, “I’m just–!”

They heard voices. The hippogriff spun about and pushed against Gallus, shuffling them toward a cabinet. Gallus went rigid in more ways than one. Silverstream let out a strangled gasp. His penis was caught vertically right up the center of her ass. They fell backward against the cabinet. Silverstream inhaled sharply.

They were slid up back against a container in this closet, stuck together, and frozen. He realized how he was clutching her, how close she was. How his arms had come across her protectively, and how her arms had gone backwards to protect him. And he noted she was breathing real funny.

The voices walked past. Gallus could only see her blueish mane, with that mixture of highlights. He felt her pink fur. His hands wrapped around her middle. Her body was surprisingly muscular for someone so light and so sweet. Yet she had enough plush on her body to make holding her a treat.

She inhaled sharply as his palm came to rest on one of her tits. Gallus suddenly remembered where his cock was as blood began to pump again. His other hand went up to cup both breasts.

Silverstream hissed and went on all fours. “Come on, Gallus!” She leaned forward and grinned.

With that, he aimed… and hit the wrong hole. She swore and hissed, trying to stay quiet. “Well we don't need the condoms this time,” He mumbled. He grabbed her wide hips, wrapping his fingers around them. He pulled her close again.

“Gallus…” She moaned happily. She pushed back against him. Her enormous posterior clashed with his hips. He grunted and thrust back.

She pushed again. He thrust into her. She was so unbelievably tight. Her anal cavity squeezed him like a vice. Gallus rocked his hips into her again and she squeaked. “Oh…”

“Yes…!” She thrust back. Back and forth, back and forth.

Ever since that night at the pool, they’d been going at it whenever they could. Never where they could be exposed, this was the closest call they'd had. Gallus squeezed his eyes shut.

They seesawed between each other over and over. Silverstream felt his body move like an accordion behind her. She was enthralled by his motions and continued pushing back.

Gallus was equally enthralled by her body. He felt her breasts bounced up and down, or back and forth given how they were arranged. One hand slipped up to grab one and she bit one of her claws. He hilted inside her and pulled out. The griffin thrust in again. He grimaced, then kept going faster. Silverstream replied in kind. She panted, leaning back and sending ripples of pleasure through both of their bodies.

While Gallus was laid back and snarky outside, in the bedroom he was surprisingly meek. Silverstream took the lead, always eager to explore new things, and far more willing to take risks than he was. Living in the rump state of a fallen empire versus being under threat from the Storm King had a way of creating different dynamics in this sort of situation.
Silverstream rocked against him, hammering herself against his cock. Every impact rippled through their forms, releasing dopamine and splatters of sweat. She let out low growls each time, like a hawk or another bird of prey. Gallus alternatively swore and gasped, invoking various deities.

Finally, Gallus’ eyes went wide. “Silverstream…I…”

She squeaked. Her pussy spewed fluid under her. Her whole body shook and her ass squeezed Gallus’ penis like a machine. He yelped, covered his mouth, and exploded. White cum squirted out around his member as he kept thrusting into her rear, filling her up.

They separated, leaving a trail of one another's fluids between them on the floor. They collapsed for a moment to collect themselves. Silverstream rolled over. “Phew!”

Gallus panted and grinned. “Right?”

Silverstream grinned back. She quickly grabbed up her clothes, and before the griffin could blink, she was already dressed. “We gotta get moving before the others get suspicious.”

She threw him his shirt and unjammed the door. Silverstream exited the closet, took two steps down the hall, and then quickly adjusted her outfit. It wouldn’t do to have her shirt exposed like that!

XXXXX
In the library, their four friends heard Silverstream’s distinctive excited prancing echo in the halls. Though it was winter break, there were a few people left in the school beyond their group. But everypony seemed to be clearing out, or preparing for the snowstorm that was anticipated. Several ponies were busy picking up books for a few days inside.
Sandbar’s attention was on that walk, however. He could hear Gallus’ bare cat’s paws clicking. He blew air through his lips. “Celestia, they are way less subtle than they think they are, aren't they?” He asked, leaning his head on his hand. Aside from Ocellus, he was the second shortest of the group. He wore pants and a long-sleeve shirt. Though he was starting to think it wasn’t a good idea. He was still sweating.

“Tell me about it,” Smolder scoffed. She and Gallus occupied the middle space for the group, both about equally as tall, though Smolder was skinnier. She was wearing shorts and a tank top herself, though it may not have been the malfunctioning heating, she ran hot in general. She pulled a book off the shelves. “I swear, I've never seen anyone be that hot and bothered!”

“Yaks have seen worse,” Yona held out a hand and waved it from side to side. She was the largest, if not the tallest member of the group. She wore Yak robes that breathed in the heat and kept the cold out.

“Well, that's cuz Yaks are weird,” Smolder shrugged. “Ocellus, are Changelings like this?”

Ocellus looked up from a notebook, and two bound books, and went red. She was built more slightly than any of the others, even Sandbar, and wore a skirt and a sweater. “I…err…”

Smolder winced and looked away. “Dragon should know that better than anyone,” Yona grunted.

“Fair point,” Smolder mumbled and grabbed another book.

It didn't take long for the door to open. Silverstream entered, “Hey guys!” A chorus of greetings followed. “What’s everygriff doing?”

“Eh, nothing much,” Smolder said, “Just finishing up the essays we got assigned.”

“Really? I’m already done,” Ocellus said, “I was busy researching.”

“Researching? Researching what?” Silverstream asked. She darted over. “Can I see?” Ocellus slammed the book she was reading shut. Nevertheless, Silverstream peered over her shoulder at the notebook, “Oh, interesting!” She frowned, “Not anatomically correct, by the way. It should go that way, not this way.”

“Drawing more art of your marefriend?” Sandbar said with a grin.

“No, as a matter of fact!” Ocellus said indignantly.

“It’s a gryphon,” Silverstream said. The others chuckled. But Silverstream looked down at Ocellus and winked. The Changeling blushed and chuckled.

Gallus walked in. His shirt was a little askew, but he was otherwise presentable. “Hey, guys,” He said. He sat down perhaps a bit too chipper. He realized everypony was looking at him. “What?” he asked in a clipped tone.
“The broom closet? Really?” Sandbar asked.

“What are you talking about, man?” Gallus asked, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair.

“You and Silverstream just went into the closet to do it?”

Gallus straightened up and all four legs on the chair hit the floor with a crash. His face was red and his beak twitched, “What? Ocellus and Smolder do it!”

Smolder scowled at him and Ocellus went “Eep!” And shrank down.

Sandbar glanced at them with his eyes but kept his face pointed at Gallus. “W-well… you don't have to be so obvious about it!”

XXXXX

The showers in the dorm rooms didn't have a tub per se, as much as just a lip to keep the water in. Silverstream walked in and took off her robe. She stretched and turned on the water. It quickly got warm. Even so, she felt her nipples hard as glass and smiled a little at the feeling between her legs. Her body was sleek and tall, not busty but she knew she had looks. She’d certainly been hit on by enough boys back in the Hippogriff lands. But right now, there was only one boy she preferred to think about… She reached down and felt herself quite wet.

“Gallus…” She moaned. She rubbed her pussy lips and quickly slid her fingers in. She held one breast with her other hand, squeezing it tight. Her first hand played with her clit with her thumb, while her other fingers got to work.
She thought of Gallus’ tough but narrow muscles. She liked how he wasn't too beefy, but not skinny either. Her fingers moved in and out, touching the spaces only she knew. There was a tingling sensation and an itch she had to scratch. She thought of his big paws, his fine blue coat, and his amazing ass. Ngh…!

She felt a warm body brush up against her. “Hello,” Gallus said.

“Whoa!” She grunted as her hands leaped from her body and against the wall. She felt his hard member between her cheeks. His strong form hugged against her wings.

“Need help washing your wings?” Gallus asked. Then he added slyly, “We don't have mixed-gender bathrooms in the Gryphon lands.”

“But boy, doesn't it make things convenient?” Silverstream said slyly. She turned around to see him getting moist under the shower head. They were about equal in height, but the showers were designed for creatures slightly smaller than they were.

They leaned forward and began making out. Gallus fumbled for a latch, and a seat unfolded for him to collapse onto. The water spattered onto the soft polymer, the sound intermittently interrupted by their interaction.

Now without risk of slipping, Silverstream straddled his lap and pushed her body against him. Gallus groaned, his cock was caught between them. “...That it does!”

Silverstream felt something warmer and stickier than the water dripping out of her onto his thigh. She ran a hand up and down his member, “My word is someone excited!”

“Speak for yourself!” He gasped, and a hand whipped to her crotch. She let out a squeak and batted him playfully.
He grabbed her breasts and she grabbed his shoulders. She ran her hands over his sleek fur and feathers. “Oh, you're so darling…”

“You know, you don't have to flick it about me, you can just ask,” He murmured, pressing his face into her neck.
“I thought you were busy!” She whispered, then leaned into him, “Besides, what kind of Griff would I be demanding sex all the time?”

“The one of my dreams?” He asked, giving a cheeky grin.

She rolled her eyes playfully. This boy is so insecure. She grabbed her necklace. Her hands shifted their weight. She unwrapped a leg from around him only for it to smoothly join the other. Her wings lost much of their weight, becoming transparent. Her feet became her flippers, and her hands became webbed.

Gallus blinked and stammered. Her mermaid-like body made him quite erect, no doubt about it. Something about the sleekness of her body without legs just… She saw a dribble of precum out of his dick. There was a shudder down his waist and a flutter in her stomach. He was quite impressive, and she got the sense her body impressed him just as much as he made her weak in the knees(which she did not currently have).

Gallus straightened up, folded the chair back up, then slid to the bottom of the shower basin. “Ooh!” She cooed happily. He reached out quickly grabbed a condom from his pants and slipped it on. “That soon?”She blinked.
“Silverstream, I'm gonna blow real quick.”

She jumped on him then. He wrapped his legs around her and her flipper hands wrapped around his neck. They had been doing this at least once a day. He’d come in, she’d come in, whenever the other was showering. She lifted herself and dangled her clit against the tip of his dick. He grunted and tried to pull her down. Silverstream kissed him, then shifted her whole body back so her lower body was draped over his legs. Slowly, between the two of them, their parts interconnected. He slid into her silken interior with a hiss. She purred happily as his spear entered her vagina. She could feel his pulse inside. Her walls squeezed against him as her whole body tensed. Then she thrust against him. The first shot wasn't anything impressive but it drove him deeper inside. Silverstream kissed him again, and pushed her tongue into his beak. She had to turn her beak sideways to fit, but they managed. He ran her hands up and down her sides, feeling where her hips had been replaced with what he would sometimes describe as “blubber”.

He pinched at the fatty tissue, and she moaned, “Yes!” For all his insecurities he was quite the lover. To repay him, she gave another thrust.

They slid down the wall and found themselves flat in the shower basin. Silverstream leaned back a bit to catch her breath. Gallus’ eyes widened and he grasped her boobs. He pinched her nipples and tweaked the flesh. “The water bothering you?”

“It's your slowness, G’!” She said seductively. She lifted herself up again, then down like a jackhammer.

He gasped in shock but returned the favor. She kept going up and down, bringing her powerful hips to bear. His hands went to her blubbery hips(or where they should be) and matched her speed. He began working his hips in response, and with every downward thrust, he pulled her deeper inside him.

The echo of the water was soon overwhelmed by their stifled groans and whimpers. Silverstream wrapped her tail around his legs as he went deeper and deeper inside. It was like they were made for each other, and somehow, every day, his spear remained just as stiff to see her.

Her breasts were bouncing up and down, weighty and pert at the same time. They'd be a nuisance in most sports without a bra, but in this activity, they were a boon. She felt his claws squeezing her chest, so she rubbed his nipples in reply. Gallus leaned back, his eyes rolled up in pleasure, “Oh god… oh god…”

“Yes, oh yes!” Silverstream replied. She counteracted his pushes as he wrapped his arms around her. She didn’t have wings in this form, but he rubbed where they normally were. Their sweat mixed with the water, and their juices coated what little wasn't covered in liquid. Silverstream thrust down into him. He was always such a gentle lover, always appreciative of her.

Finally, she felt a mixture in her core, a tingling in her vagina. “G-G-Ga–!” She exploded, her cum erupting around his cock. Her own juices coated the condom.

His eyes popped open, and then she felt it, a swelling in his cock. Cum exploded inside her, and she cried out. The sheer amount seemed to fill up one end of the condom, and both shouted their delight. Each of their squirts was matched with kisses, that devolved into a makeout session.

Breathlessly they separated. Almost too quickly he pulled out of her, exhausted. Gallus gently lowered her to the ground. “Sorry if that was too quick,” He whispered.

“Just gives us more time to cuddle!” Silverstream grinned.

“We should probably shower,” He said apologetically.

XXXXX

They dried off and went into the common room. Just a dragon and a changeling were there, listening to the radio after dinner. “Where's Sandbar and Yona?” Gallus asked.

“Eh, they were worried about the snowstorm,” Smolder said, “They decided to go into town.”

“Not really, she thinks they're getting some privacy while the storm goes,” Ocellus said.

“I do not!”

“Oh, then you didn't make a joke about wishing we could all be snowed in together?”

Gallus sighed, partly because he thought it was brilliant. It seemed like something out of erotica. Snowed in with your lover with nothing to do but… “Well, it figures. They get a private stay at a hotel to wait out the storm while we suffer here. I wish we could order room service.”

He settled down on the couch next to Ocellus and happened to put an arm behind her. Consciously, he put an arm around Silverstream who snuggled up against him. Gently, almost incidentally, Ocellus leaned against him. Smolder got up to go to the bathroom. Silverstream leaned against him. His arm around Ocellus slid down to her shoulder. Gallus blinked. Two of the hottest girls he knew were leaning against him.

The dragon returned. “Enjoying yourself?” Smolder grunted.

“Shit, you can see–” Gallus looked down, then back up, “Ha ha.”

“Made you look. Mind giving me back my girlfriend?”

“She’s a freakin’ leech, get her off me,” He replied.

Smolder scoffed and settled down next to Ocellus. “Maybe you’re just warm,” Ocellus said.

“Says the Changeling.”

The four settled down on the couch, enjoying the radio broadcast. Outside, the snowstorm got worse. The Everfree Forest occasionally influenced Ponyville's weather with the free-roaming magic it had. Some of that magic drifted over to the school…perhaps influencing those inside.

XXXXX

The next morning, all four slowly awoke. Gallus stretched and yawned, then grimaced. He held up his arm, “Yuck.”
Smolder peeled herself off Ocellus, “Ew…”

Silverstream uncurled herself from Gallus. Gallus pushed Ocellus off his side and handed her to Smolder, “Yours?”
Smolder took her by the shoulders, “Celly, wake up,” She said deadpan.

The Changeling finally woke up. She shifted suddenly into a smaller form, some sort of reptile, and hit the ground. She shifted back. “Why’s it so hot?”

“Good question, look out there,” Gallus pointed.

The windows were blocked with snow. Just pure white outside. “I don’t think anygriff is coming in to work today,” Silverstream grimaced. “I don’t think anygriff is going anywhere today.”

“Or for the next week, for that matter,” Ocellus said.

“So, we’re trapped in here for a few days? Well, that’s great,” Gallus sighed. He walked into the suite’s kitchen, “Anyone want any food?”

“Sure,” Smolder followed him.

“Aren’t any of you worried about this?” Ocellus asked.

“What’s to worry? We’ve got the run of campus!” Silverstream exclaimed. Her eyes widened, “We’ve got the run of campus!”

“Great, just me stuck with you three,” Gallus said dryly, though with a smile on his face. He went to work making food.
“The only question is the heating,” Ocellus said, walking over to the thermostat by the window. “The thermostat outside says ‘freezing’. The one in here is a summer day in the desert.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Smolder called over, ”I'll fix it.” She went to the radiator near the window and kicked it. The machine groaned in dismay. As if to respond to the attack, a wave of heat suddenly poured from the vents.

Gallus swore and rolled his eyes. “Nice job, Smolder. You made it hotter.”

At that moment, there was a sound like wind chimes and a shower of purple sparks by the doorway. A letter fell out of the shower of sparks and hit the floor. Silverstream tilted her head and walked over. “Huh, Professor Twilight sent us a message,” She said. She opened the envelope. “...or Pinkie Pie did.”

Ocellus stepped over and took the message. “From Pinkie Pie…etc… So funny story, there is an unscheduled snowstorm, and somepony, not naming any names here, accidentally left the heat on.”
“Great. So it's sweltering in here and freezing out there?” Gallus asked.

“Ah, here is a section from Twilight! If there are any problems, ask Ocellus to send a letter. The cables into town have been knocked out by the blizzard. Winds are quite high. Do not attempt to leave the building, you should be quite safe.”
“So we do have the run of campus,” Smolder said in her gravelly voice. She shrugged, “Cool.”

“It's still so hot…” Ocellus wiped her brow.

Smolder sighed. She began to take off her shirt, “Anyone mind if I…”

“Oh for god’s sake, Smolder!” Gallus exclaimed, putting up his hand and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Pipe down! You see your girlfriend’s boobs all the time!” Smolder snapped.

“Yeah, because she’s my girlfriend!”

“I don’t mind,” Silverstream shrugged.

Gallus opened one eye, “You don’t?”

Silverstream grinned. “I mean… I do love you, but we’re not like… married, right?”

Gallus blinked. “Well… I guess not.” He shrugged and went back to the frying pan.

She stepped over, “Don’t go all frowny on me, Gallus! I still love you.”

He grinned sheepishly, and hugged her arm with one of his, “Love ya too.” Almost automatically, he glared at Smolder, “Shut it.”

“Didn’t say anything…” Smolder mumbled innocently. She took off her shirt.

Gallus screwed up his face and tried to avoid looking at her delightful orange chest. He thought the eggs and bacon looked real interesting. “So what are we gonna do?”

“Let's go to the pool!” Silverstream exclaimed.