Rolling forward and into an intersection, Gallus sprang to his paws and claws while glancing down both ends of the corridor. “Clear…”
“Ya think?” Anon groused, lazily strolling up to Gallus. “Gee - it’s almost like every other hallway we’ve walked down tonight…”
Gallus scrunched his beak and squinted up at Anon. “It’s called being thorough, and it’s why I -”
“Don’t you say it,” Anon interrupted.
“Like I was saying,” Gallus continued, brushing him off and standing at full attention, “it’s why I’m your -”
“Don’t,” Anon grunted, having knelt down to squeeze Gallus’ cheek, “say it…”
With a single flap of his wings, Gallus lept back, smoothly landed, and smirked. “That's why I got promoted, private…”
And there it was - for the umpteenth time that night, let alone over the last month, he was reminded that Gallus, his oldest friend and former partner in the Royal Guard, was now technically his supervisor. Shooting the smug little bastard a scowl, he wheeled around and continued on his patrol. He was willing to put up with a lot, but he’d be damned if he was going to get bullied again.
“I - hey,” Gallus squawked. “I wasn’t done talking to you, private.”
Anon halted in his tracks, turned in place, and clutched his codpiece. “Here’s your private, drumstick.”
The comment apparently took Gallus off guard. His expression shifted from amusement to irritation then finally to something akin to playful - a change that Anon should have expected. They’d been best buddies since he’d arrived in Equestria nearly five years ago, quite literally bumping into each other in Ponyville, and they’d been close ever since - very close.
As he pivoted on his heel and started walking, leaving Gallus in his wake, his mind wandered. He didn’t like to consider himself gay, having no interest in traditional guys, but that was the problem - Gallus was anything but a traditional guy. Cocky in more ways than one, the diminutive griffon was delightfully snarky, cuter than he cared to admit, and not afraid to cut loose and have fun.
Things between them had started off innocently enough, simply hanging out and swapping stories about their childhoods and respective homes, yet they’d gradually taken a turn. He could excuse himself for getting handsy with someone after getting more than a little tipsy, although the sober experiences were harder to justify. What he’d thought was something done all in good fun, joking and teasing at first, had shifted after a kiss.
Be it from curiosity, the level of comfort they shared with one another, the booze, or a combination of the three, they’d done things - things that had left him questioning their relationship and his once indomitable heterosexuality. The craziest part, aside from a wild one-nighter with a mythological creature, was that nothing really changed between them. The morning after, once they’d both sobered up, they’d gone right back to their usual routine.
A blur of blue shook him from his reminiscing and brought him to a standstill. “Yeah?”
Touching down in front of him, Gallus wagged a finger. “First of all, that was rude - secondly and more prudently, that little stunt of yours might be considered insubordination…”
Anon held his ground and leered over at his companion. “And?”
Locking eyes, the pair squared off. This was a game they played often, over things as trivial as the last slice of pizza or who was going to use the shower first, and it could only end one way. One took a step forward, with the other immediately following suit, until they were standing a hair’s breadth apart.
“And,” Anon repeated.
Towering over Gallus, he smiled. One of, if not the only best thing about being the only human in Equestria was that he towered over the overwhelming majority of creatures. Ponies, excluding the Princesses, had to crane their necks to look up at him, as did abyssinians, diamond dogs, most dragons, changelings, and griffons.
Gallus took to the air, lazily flew upward, and prodded Anon’s chest. “That’s strike one…”
Anon blinked, thrown off by the comment. “The hell does that mean?”
“Oh you’ll see,” Gallus clucked. Gliding away and ahead of Anon, he waved a wing. “C’mon, we got a job to do…”
As tempted as he was to press the subject, Anon let the matter lie. Gallus had made a point. They were both members of the Royal Guard, even if they were no longer on equal footing, and it was their duty to ensure the Canterlot castle was safe and secure for the night. While he took off at a leisurely pace, trailing along behind his partner, his eyes strayed to the griffon’s backside.
He couldn’t explain it - for fuck’s sake, he couldn’t even understand it, but there was something about Gallus that he found irresistible. Maybe it was the difference in their sizes, or perhaps it was due to the fur and faint scent of blueberries - regardless of the cause, it was exceedingly difficult to concentrate around the small, fluffy, delightfully cheeky little cat-bird. As a haughty snort crept to his ears, he glanced up and froze.
“What’cha lookin’ at, private?” Gallus hummed. “You look a little distracted?”
It could have been - no, it had to have been Anon’s imagination, but he could swear Gallus had put a bit of extra sway in his deliciously ample hips. The good news was that they both knew how fond they were of one another - the bad news was that that information was one hell of a double-edged sword. While it was relatively harmless to harass each other outside of work, doing so on duty was a recipe for disaster.
“Nothing,” Anon huffed, tearing his eyes off Gallus’ sumptuous tush.
Stopping and helping himself to a stretch, one Anon highly doubted was coincidental, Gallus extended his arms and pressed his breastplate to the carpeted floor. “You sure?”
“I said it’s nothing,” Anon grumbled as he marched ahead and took the lead.
There was no way in hell he was falling for this - not again. Taking the lead and coming to another intersection, one located by a tearoom, he altered course and stomped into the chamber. The two of them were some of the only soldiers active throughout the graveyard shift, with most of the staff sleeping in their quarters, but that didn’t mean they could screw around in a figurative or, Celestia forbid, literal sense.
He swept his gaze from side to side, looking for anything amiss out of habit. A loveseat sat to one side of the area, resting opposite from a pair of cushioned chairs, and there was a table and tea set situated in the center of the chamber. As far as he was aware, like many other locations within the keep, the room was primarily used and maintained to cater to visiting dignitaries.
A loud slam prompted him to whip around so fast that he nearly lost his footing. “What the hell?”
“Relax,” Gallus sighed. Trotting over and jumped onto the sofa, he seated himself. “Come on over and pop a squat.”
Anon cocked his head and furrowed his brow. “You just said we needed to get back to work…”
“I did, but this is important,” Gallus noted. Sliding to one side of the couch, he patted the empty cushion next to himself. “A small break won’t hurt anything - besides, I had something I wanted to ask you.”
The change in Gallus’ tone and demeanor was enough to pique Anon’s interest, although he wasn’t about to let his guard down. Walking over to the sofa, he hesitantly eased himself down. He might have been wrong - hell, he hoped he was wrong, but he could totally see himself falling into some sort of trap.
Gallus’ smile wavered, his eyes drifted down to the floor, and he slowly exhaled. “The promotion thing,” he began, “it doesn’t really bother you ~ does it?”
“I…” Anon stopped himself and thought for a moment. He wasn’t truly upset about losing out to his friend - sure, he was a little annoyed, although that was neither here nor there. Reclining and rolling his head back, he stared up at the ceiling. “Not really, no…”
There was a small, tense pause before Gallus spoke. “You sure…?”
“Yeah,” Anon groaned as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re good, dude, I promise…”
The couch shifted as Gallus hopped to the floor. “That’s a relief.”
Anon felt the corners of his lips turn up as he looked down at Gallus. “Come on,” he chuckled, “you didn’t really think I would hold this against you ~ did you?”
“The promotion?” Gallus inquired before dismissively waving a claw. “Nah, I figured you wouldn’t be too bent out of shape about that - I mean, it’s not like anything has really changed that much.”
“Yeah,” Anon conceded.
That was definitely true. Outside of a small chevron on Gallus’ pauldron, marking him as a corporal, his uniform and duties were largely unchanged. Both of them still went out on patrol, had to assist with certain duties, and were held to the same standard as the rest of the rank and file troops in the guard. The one small silver lining to their newly changed dynamic was that now, if need be, one of them did have a bit of weight to throw around.
Amused by the notion of what may happen in the future, a race between them to climb the ranks, Anon laughed. “C…can you imagine if we -”
“Atten hut!” Gallus barked.
Anon bolted upright and snapped to inspection out of habit, his body responding automatically to the call for action. It only took him a second to realize what had happened, and the revelation was less than entertaining. Setting his jaw, he glared at Gallus.
“Surprise inspection,” Gallus flatly stated. “Stand at attention, soldier!”
For the briefest of moments, Anon wanted to rebel, if only to be a pain in Gallus’ ass, although he abstained, straightened up, and held his arms to his sides. Given how much of a slog third shift was, with boredom being the biggest issue they routinely dealt with, a small diversion wasn’t going to hurt anything. So long as they didn’t spend the entire night lazing about, they wouldn’t get in any trouble.
“Mm-hmm,” Gallus hummed as he circled and looked Anon up and down. “Not bad, private - not bad at all…”
Despite himself, Anon smiled. “Thanks. I was -”
“Wait a minute,” Gallus murmured. Coming around to face Anon, he reached up and shamelessly pressed a taloned hand to the man’s codpiece. “What’s this?”
“My junk?” Anon asked, unsure of what Gallus meant.
Fondling the metal over Anon’s joins, Gallus shook his head. “Sounds like contraband to me. Alright, let’s see it…”
It was only then that Anon put the pieces together. Whether Gallus had been scheming this up all along or if it was a spontaneous and wholly slatternly plan was unimportant, because it meant the same thing either way. Like many times before, and many times likely to come, he’d been tricked into a less than professional activity.
On one hand, he would have had every right to refuse the unreasonable request - on the other, the temptation to break protocol was pretty damn inviting. Bringing a hand to a buckle on his hip, he faltered as he was stricken with an idea. If Gallus really wanted to fool around, he was going to have to work for it.
“Ya know, if I got a little inspiration, I might just be willing to follow that order…” he purred.
Gallus backed away, drew his tongue over his beak, and peered up at him with heavily-lidded eyes. “That so?”
“Yup,” Anon coolly affirmed. Loosening his cuirass, he undid one clasp after another. “Just don’t - Wha?!”
The world spun, his arms pinwheeled frantically, and his legs kicked out from beneath him while he crashed back onto the sofa. One second, he’d been standing and trying to remove his armor - the next, he was pinned to the couch. As he collected himself and looked down his chest, his head was driven back by something big, warm, and staggeringly soft.
“This good enough for you?” Gallus purred.
While it had happened many, many times before, the thrill of having an ass parked on his face never had and, knowing him, never would lose its charm. Unlike himself, who was fully dressed from head to toe, Gallus and the rest of the royal guard weren’t so modest. Equestrians, irrespective of their species, typically went out and about while wearing virtually nothing - a practice that he considered a blessing and a curse.
Wiggling his hips, Gallus muffled Anon with his tush. “Nothing to say?”
Anon moaned while he held back the tide of his mounting lust. A fine posterior was a fine posterior, no matter the species or sex of who had it, and Gallus had one of the best ones in all of Canterlot. The griffon’s glutes were just supple enough to act as damn fine pillows, while being toned and large enough to make most mares envious - in short, it was perfect.
Just as Anon’s hands wandered up and caressed his thighs, Gallus leapt away. “Well?”
Blinking and coming to his senses, Anon pouted. “Well what?”
“Is that inspirational enough for you?” Gallus snickered while airquoting with his wingtips.
“You could - no,” Anon cut himself off. He’d been a split second from yielding and admitting that the amorous assault had been enough motivation for him to remove his pants, yet that would hardly give him the upperhand in the situation. Pushing himself up and stepping away from the sofa, he sank into a deep squat and rolled onto his back. “I don’t think it was enough, no.”
Gallus’ peytral and gorget fall to the carpeted floor with a dull Thump. “Guess I’ve got no other choice then…”
“Nope,” Anon hastily replied as he laced his hand behind his head and got comfortable.
He gazed up at the ceiling and patiently waited. It was anyone’s guess as to what Gallus was going to do, although he had a couple of ideas about what was about to happen. As he kicked his legs out and dwelled on what manner of torment he would be subjected to, a cerulean figure stepped to his side and peered down at him.
“How about a kiss,” Gallus breathed.
Anon recoiled. “Dude, come on, that’s pretty damn…”
The words died in his throat as Gallus turned, swung a leg over his head, and sidled over him. From his perspective, the view was nothing short of immaculate. Blue fur transitioned into a creamy color before disappearing into the cleft of the griffon’s behind. Could he see his friend’s fuzzy little coin purse and the crimson tip of cock protruding from its sheath? Yes. Did he give a damn about his buddy’s package? At that moment, not in the slightest.
Gradually lowering his back half, Gallus lifted and swung his tail to the side. “I didn’t say it would be a kiss on the mouth…”
Anon considered himself a calm and reasonable person, especially considering he’d been flung into a world of talking, oftentimes magical creatures of legend, yet he, like nearly everyone, had an achilles heel. He was an ass man through and through, having far more of a preference for shapely booty than a pair of breasts, and that was a weakness Gallus ruthlessly exploited. Through sheer determination alone, he kept himself from moving.
“Gonna pucker up for me?” Gallus giggled. To hammer his point home, he swung his wings back and prized his buns apart. “Don’t leave me hanging, dude…”
Anon’s mouth watered, his heart skipped a beat, and his codpiece grew decidedly tighter as he gulped. Gallus’ crater-like pucker was a thing of beauty, the sort of thing that occupied his thoughts on long, lonely nights, yet its incredible appearance was only part of the appeal. An ambrosial aroma, somewhat fruity and only the slightest bit bestial, filled his lungs with every breath he took, and the heat - good god, the heat radiating on his face was enough to toast a marshmallow.
There was only so much anyone could endure, a threshold that marked their breaking point, and Anon didn’t cross it - no, he was hurtled past it. His hands shot upward, grabbing and holding the griffon’s slender waist, while he lifted his head and buried his face in the most succulent tush he’d ever had the good fortune of seeing. Fuck it - he should have known that this was going to happen sooner or later, so there was no sense in fighting it anymore.
“Woah there,” Gallus laughed. Throwing his weight back, he crushed Anon’s head to the floor. “I said kiss it, not make out with it - not that I’m complaining.”
Like a ravenous animal, Anon feasted on Gallus’ rump. The taste of sweat bathed his palate, musk clung to his sinuses, and the sensation of velvety buns against his face spurred him on like few things ever had. He’d never been able to relate to junkies, those poor souls that had developed a debilitating need to sate themselves with this or that, yet that’s precisely what he’d become.
As he plunged his tongue into Gallus’ hole, a sensual, almost effeminate moan split the air and sent a shiver up his spine. While he was reluctant to say that they were in a romantic relationship, it was fair to classify them as having an archetypal bromance. Instead of fancy dates and moonlit walks on the beach, they’d play cards, drink, and tell stories in their free time together - nevertheless, they shared a bed and had become increasingly brazen with amorous affairs. Adjusting his grip, he sank his fingers into Gallus’ hips and grunted.
“I gotcha,” Gallus chirped.
The weight atop Anon shifted, lessening slightly, before he felt what could only be talons walking down his sides. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on, and there wasn’t about to stop it. Only slowing to get the periodic sip of air, with his face positively slathered in sweat, he lifted his legs and planted his feet on the floor.
His codpiece was removed and cast aside, landing with a faint clatter, before a pair of clawed digits carefully unbuttoned and opened the front of his breeches. In a flash, released from its stifling confines, his manhood sprang into the cool, open air. The relief of having his cock freed was palpable, though it was fleeting.
Slender fingers gingerly wrapped around the base of his shaft and gave him a squeeze. While he was keenly aware of the danger he was in, having rending talons so close to his pride and joy, he had nothing to fear. Gallus may have been smarmy and a headache at times, particularly as of late, but he’d never once done anything to make him feel threatened.
Tenderly stroking him off, Gallus rubbed what could only be his cheek against his cock. “I’ll never get tired of this…”
“Mmmph,” Anon responded unintelligibly.
“There’s only one thing that’d make this better though,” Gallus remarked. He paused and wriggled about while shifting from side to side. “There we go…”
It would have been impossible for Anon to tell exactly what Gallus had just done, although he had an educated guess. The Royal Guard all had standard kit, including two small pouches around their waist; though most troopers carried keys or items pertaining to their duties, there was nothing in the rules about bringing personal belongings with one’s self while on patrol. As something soft and decidedly slick graced the tip of his shaft, his hips instinctively bucked upward.
“Geez,” Gallus tittered. “Looks like someone’s really worked up for their - uh…” he went silent and still. “What’d you call me again?”
Throwing his head back, Anon gasped for breath. “F…family bucket.”
Gallus simply laughed and presumably shook his head. It was a stupid nickname, one inspired by some fine apple cider and the memory of an old chicken restaurant on Earth, but it had stuck. With no reason to say anything else, and with far better things to occupy himself with, Anon dove into the griffon’s tush as a balmy heat steadily embraced his dick.
Beak guards - whoever invented the damn things, a silicone-like shroud designed to prevent avians from harming anyone with oral sex, deserved a fucking Nobel Prize. He’d had his reservations about getting sucked off by Gallus, both due to the gay factor and since the notion of sharpened bone on his cock was anything but arousing, yet his concerns had been completely unfounded. In short, without metaphorically sucking his friend off too much, the griffon’s blowjobs were godly.
As their libidos roared to life, the pair set upon one another with renewed vigor. Anon focused on Gallus’ ass, effectively french kissing his buddy’s backside, while Gallus enthusiastically choked himself on Anon’s length. As silly as it was, the scene was like something from a cheesy porno movie, two guards going to town with each other while on the clock, and it only became more intense as the seconds passed into minutes.
Never in a million years would Anon have thought that getting frisky with a guy would be as incredible as it was, but he couldn’t argue with the facts. Only a dude could truly understand what it felt like to have a dick - as such, it was only logical that blowjobs from a chick would pale in comparison. Thrusting upward, he plunged in and out of Gallus’ throat.
The rhythmic glk glk glk echoing throughout the chamber was a symphony that drove Anon wild with desire. He could have easily continued with their current set-up, fucking Gallus’ face with increasingly reckless abandon, yet that would be unfair for both of them. While he’d become quite proficient with eating ass, the chances of him tongue-punching the cum out of his partner were slim and none - bearing that in mind, and with an extreme exertion of willpower, he forced himself to slow to a halt.
Gallus did likewise, halting and withdrawing, as Anon patted his thigh. “Sup?”
A more tactful man would have responded and spoken his mind - fortunately or unfortunately, Anon wasn’t exactly feeling tactful. Grunting through clenched teeth, he sat up, got to his feet, and held Gallus to his chest. There was only one way to conclude their impromptu, mid-shift tryst, and it involved mutual satisfaction.
He plodded to the couch and deposited Gallus with a dull Pomf. “This answer your question?”
Righting himself and walking backwards along the sofa’s length, Gallus hung his ass-half off the couch’s arm. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
As Anon drifted to the sofa’s side, his cock throbbed with anticipation. The expression ‘tighter than a cat’s ass’ was both apt and remarkably valid - he’d know, and he was about to experience it once again. Holding the base of his shaft with one hand, he stepped forward and eased himself into Gallus.
The heat and snugness that graced his endowment were superb, far and away better than anything any human could ever offer, and it hammered away at what little self-composure he had left. Gallus claimed he was a switch, easily topping or bottoming as the circumstances required, but, seeing as how he always ended up on the receiving end of things, that was a hard pill to swallow. Inch by inch, little by little, he unhurriedly buried his dick.
Gallus whimpered and writhed, his eyelids fluttering and toes curling. “B…buck…”
It was with no small amount of pride that Anon beamed. He may have been the one who got bullied more often than not, although he was anything but helpless. His manhood was considered jumbo by Equestrian standards, rivaling the endowment of all but the most well-hung stallions or dragons, and he’d gotten damn good at using it against a certain little griffon.
Draping himself over Gallus’ back, he grabbed a cushion and handed it to his friend. “Here…”
“The heck is this for?” Gallus harrumphed as he took the pillow.
Anon’s smile broadened as he rolled his hips back, straightened up, and steadied himself. “This…”
Delivering a plunge at a downward angle, hammering against Gallus’ bitch-button, he was rewarded with a whorish moan. He wasn’t one for p-spot stimulation, having tried it a few times, but the same couldn’t be said for his friend with benefits. Sexuality notwithstanding, the griffon was a total and complete butt slut - at least with him.
Gallus gripped and fiercely bit upon the cushion, quieting himself while Anon fell into a steady rhythm. They’d had a number of close calls in the past, nearly being stumbled upon when their urges became too strong to deny, but that was part of the appeal. There was something dirty about being naughty at work, likely because of the risk it posed, and it was an exotic element they’d both become charmed with.
Presented with an array of sinful delights, it was hard for Anon to pick something to focus on. The obvious choice was to admire Gallus’ shockingly cute face, his cheeks a beed red and eyes rolling wildly, yet his ass presented an equally compelling target. The griffon’s rosy pucker was drawn out with every backstroke, clinging to his cock, before it was stuffed back in on his plunges. He’d seen a lot of porn in his day, back when he’d been amongst other humans, but the filmed antics of adult performers couldn’t hold a candle to the view he had.
As savored the sights, sounds, and sensations accosting him, his thoughts swirled around a conundrum that had become all too common as of late. The two of them were practically inseparable, they lived together, slept together, ate together, and had sex on a regular basis, so where did the line between friendship and end lovers begin ~ moreover, how could he tell if they weren’t already an item? The conundrum was vexing for any number of reasons, but he could dwell on it later - for now, he had more pressing matters to attend to.
“Harder?” he whispered.
Eagerly nodding, Gallus peeked back at him with a single eye. “Y…yeah…”
The warm up was largely unneeded, mostly because they fucked on a near daily basis and due to the prolonged rimming he’d just administered, but it was still polite. Pulling Gallus toward himself, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts - that was until an idea came to him. Doggy style was fine, and it was hotter than hell, but there was one particular position that he was absolutely certain would be even better.
“Hang on,” he grunted.
Shying back, he gingerly lifted Gallus and turned him over. Through trial and error, he’d learned that destroying someone’s prostate was possible while doing them from behind, but it was exponentially easier if they were on their back - pair that with the downward angle Gallus was laying, his shoulders on the seat of the couch while his rear rested on its arm, and he was in the perfect place to absolutely demolish his friend’s tender p-spot.
“W…wait!” Gallus croaked, suddenly realizing what was about to happen. “D…don’t do - Aaaaaghn!”
The shrill wail that rang in Anon’s ears was just what he’d been hoping for, although it was the gout of pre-cum that gushed from Gallus’ dick that really got his motor running. He’d always been profoundly excited by the thought of pleasing his partners in bed, taking an inordinate amount of joy from knowing he could make someone feel good, and it always pushed him closer to his limit. Trying and failing to pace himself, he set his jaw.
The best or worst part about the affair was how much he’d grown to love what he was doing. Gallus’ creamy underbelly, rigid dick, and the cum-drunk look on his face were each electrifying in their own right. Within seconds, Anon’s self-control crumbled - after only a handful of minutes, he’d pulled out all the stops.
He didn’t have to imagine how obscene they must have looked. There he stood, an all but literal giant, while bringing Gallus to pound town like a ravenous animal. Weaving in and out of a rapturous stupor, completely lost to his bliss, he held the griffon’s hind legs apart and hammered away.
His endurance was impeccable, honed by both his time in the Royal Guard and by the regular romps he had with Gallus. Had they been going at it for minutes or hours? He honestly couldn’t say. In the end, after what felt like a small eternity, he was shaken back to the present by a euphoric squeal.
Ropes of jizz shot from Gallus’ cock, spattering over his belly, chest, and all the way up to his neck, while his backdoor spasmed and convulsed. It wasn’t the first time he’d had the cum fucked out of him, climaxing with his dick being completely untouched, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the last. Teetering on the cusp of release, having held himself back for just that moment, Anon hilted and growled.
His orgasm was, as always, a taste of paradise itself, and it filled him with an irresistible compulsion - a compulsion that, until this moment, he’d been able to resist. Launching forward, he deeply kissed Gallus while they rode out their ecstasy. To hell with it - given all the stuff they’d done together, a kiss wasn’t going to make him any more gay ~ right?
With their bodies entwined, the pair sloppily made out. At a glance, one could easily mistake them as being star-crossed lovers - in fact, that was truer than either one of them knew. Just as they pulled away and gazed into one another’s eyes, the saliva connecting their beak and lips glimmering in the cool light, the door burst open.
Anon was first to act, bolting upright and going wide-eyed at the exit. “Who the f…”
“P…Princess Luna?!” Gallus coughed.
Trotting in smoothly, Luna peaked a brow over at the pair. “Bit of a compromising position for two guards to be in ~ wouldn’t you say?”
“I…I was - um…” Anon sputtered as he attempted to think of something - anything to say.
“That’s quite alright,” Luna softly intoned. “After you two have finished, and preferably once you’ve had a shower, I’m reassigning you to watch over my chambers ~ is that understood?”
Anon blinked in disbelief. “Y…yes, Ma’am.”
“And you,” she continued, leveling a hoof at Gallus. “You will acquire a different uniform from the maid’s quarters. Seeing as how you’re both too busy canoodling to do any honest work, I may as well have some entertainment from time to time…”
With that, the Princess turned, trotted out, and slammed the door shut behind herself. It took a lot to put Anon in a state of shock, yet the implications of Luna’s order did just that. Sheepishly smiling down at Gallus, he chuckled as he imagined the griffon traipsing about in a frilly little skirt.
“I am not going to wear it at home,” Gallus seethed, somehow reading Anon’s thoughts.
Leaning in, Anon gave Gallus a little peck on the cheek. “We’ll see, corporal…”
Anon hadn’t the slightest idea of what Luna would subject them to, how long their punishment would last, or if word would spread through the castle about what he and Gallus had been doing, but those didn’t matter. They were two mismatched peas in a pod, and there wasn’t a damn thing that could hold them down when they were together. Risking another little kiss on Gallus’ other cheek, he grinned. Life was about to get very, very interesting for him, and he had the perfect friend who’d always have his back…
