In Which It's Too Damn Hot
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It was barely eleven in the morning and Gilbert and Rainbow Blitz were already a mess. The June temperatures were record-breakingly high, turning the Cloudsdale Flight Academy grounds into an oven and the buildings into a sauna. After lugging their cargo from the school buildings to the dorms, the pegasus and the griffon felt every degree of it.
Gilbert the Griffon burst through their dorm-room door and dropped the cauldron he’d been carrying with a thud. He reached up with muscular arms and undid his saddlebags, throwing them too onto the clothing-strewn floor.
“This better work, Blitz,” he said. His lion’s tail flicked round to wipe the sweat from his brow.
“Don’t sweat it, G, I’ve got an awesome feeling about this,” replied Rainbow Blitz, shrugging off his own pack.
The last week’s heat had sucked for both of them. Classes were cancelled, but everypony was still restricted to the school grounds. All sports were suspended due to risk of exhaustion and heatstroke. The gym was barred and prefects patrolled the stadium to stop any ‘extracurricular’ practice.
It seemed as if the entire school had converged in the wind tunnel and the swimming pool. There was barely room to sit in the former—let alone to lay back looking cool as was Gilbert and Rainbow Blitz’s nature—and the latter had a queue wrapped around the building like a snake eating its own tail, with swimmers being spat out every thirty minutes to make room for the next group.
By the fourth day of no classes, the school was in chaos. Half of the Academy’s classrooms were being used as detention centers for all the rulebreakers. With all the ponies sneaking off grounds, refusing to leave the swimming pool, starting water-fights in the cafeteria, and egging surly prefects, there had been plenty of those to go around.
The teachers found themselves stretched to the limit, and the Academy’s ne’er-do-wells took every advantage. Greasers ran wild through the school shop buildings, modifying their wagons and sky-chariots with anything they could lay their hooves on. The Jocks, already tearing their manes out from lack of exercise, had settled for egging and vandalising everything in sight. Punk-dressed kids snuck through the hallways and bashed the locks off of lockers, stealing everything not nailed down.
That had been Gilbert and Rainbow Blitz’s first job. They weren’t scholarship foals, but they weren’t slick-maned preppies with guaranteed legacy jobs either. They had to clear out their lockers before somepony else did it for them. They could replace the athletic kit and they didn’t care about their textbooks and notepads, but the comics and contraband? They’d be pulling overtime clearing cloud-gardens to pay for the fireworks alone, let alone the clover, booze, and porn.
Cooling down was the second job, and Blitz’s best idea this year or so he’d decided. They’d pilfered an empty Hydra-Ade cauldron from the gym’s changing rooms, and filled it with a few things from the Weather Science lab.
Thick white mist rose from the cauldron. Rainbow Blitz and Gilbert looked at each other through the rising mist. Rainbow Blitz’s multicolored mane stuck out at odd angles and his fringe laid flat against his forehead, plastered there with sweat. His wings, which had been preened just last night, were a mess of ruffled feathers, and his coat was lathered up with sweat.
Gilbert looked even worse. He was sweating as much as Rainbow Blitz, but instead of wilting from the heat he looked fit to snap. His unpreened wings twitched incessantly to some strange rhythm, and his tail lashed to a different one. The dark circles under his eyes told of several nights tossing and turning from the heat, and the marks his talons wore into the carpet told of his frustration.
The griffon slammed the door shut and started pacing. “This better freakin’ work, Blitz. I swear to Zephyr, if this melts my face off and kills me I’m gonna kill you right back man.”
Rainbow Blitz rolled his eyes. Gilbert never had been good with heat. “Fine, dweeb. I’ll go first if you’re so worried,” he said, approaching the cauldron.
“No you won’t!”
“You said you didn’t wanna go first!”
“That doesn’t mean I want you to go first.”
Rainbow Blitz sighed. “Fine. We’ll go at the same time then, okay?” he said, as if speaking to a foal.
“Just shut up and dunk your head in the cauldron already.”
They placed their front legs on the lip of the cauldron and stared into the swirling mixture below. “Okay, three, two, one...”
They leaned forward and dropped their heads into the mixture of snow-clouds, rain-clouds, and ice water. It was a doorway to winter, blasting away the thick, muggy heat in seconds, cooling every inch of their heads, sending chills down their spines and goosebumps along their limbs. In a second every drip of sweat, every breath and pant, and every wilting sunray of the past week had been blown away.
Both of them came up for air, breathing hard from shock and sensation. Then they saw each other. Their cheeks, lips, ears, manes and eyebrows were coated in a thick layer of snow and white frost.
They burst out laughing.
“Jeez, Blitz, you look like you just rimmed a snowpony!”
Rainbow Blitz laughed even harder. “That’s rich, G, you look like Windigo bukkake!”
“Blitz, this is definitely the best idea you’ve had this year.”
The pegasus brushed frost from his mane. “What can I say, I’m awesome. We’ve got enough to last us until tomorrow night, too.”
“So we don’t have to leave this room for twenty-four hours, huh?”
Blitz blinked. A second ago Gilbert was sat the other side of the cauldron to him. The griffon hadn’t been sat at his side, hadn’t slung an arm around Blitz’s withers, and definitely hadn’t been playing his long, feline tail up the inside of Rainbow Blitz’s hind leg.
Not that any of these things were foreign to Rainbow Blitz by now.
“You seriously wanna fool around in this heat, G?”
Gilbert didn’t even look up at him. He pulled the pegasus closer, nuzzling his neck and trailing his beak up Blitz’s cyan coat until his beak was pressed into Blitz’s ear. “The gym’s shut, yo. We’ve gotta burn the energy somehow. So just lay back and enjoy it, dweeb.”
“We’ll see who’s laying back,” growled the pegasus. He threw a foreleg over Gilbert’s far shoulder and pushed downwards, forcing the griffon down and onto the ground. He dipped his neck and pressed his lips to the soft, thin coat on Gilbert’s neck, opened his mouth, and sucked hard. For a moment Gilbert melted into the floor, purring deeply from the lovebite.
It didn’t last. Talons dug into both of Rainbow Blitz’s cutie-marks. He threw his head back and gasped. Gilbert took his opening, pressing forward with a kiss.
Blitz would never say it, but he loved Gilbert’s kisses. The hardness of the beak and softness of his tongue, the way the griffon’s breath would hitch when Blitz’s own tongue snuck forward, the weird taste of fish and salt and mint. He loved how Gilbert seemed to throw himself into every kiss, pressing his whole body forward, running his claws through Blitz’s mane and wrapping his lion’s tail around the pair of them.
He loved the kisses for their rarity, too. Gilbert wouldn’t let anypony kiss him, except under very special circumstances. He had to be the one doing the kissing, or it was gay and not in the good way. Rainbow Blitz had long grown comfortable with Gilbert’s quirks, and every kiss the griffon gave made up tenfold for each kiss denied.
Blitz was so caught up in the kiss that he barely noticed Gilbert rolling him over. The pegasus found his forelegs wrapped around Gilbert’s shoulders, and his hind-legs wrapped around his croup. He felt something hot, hard and insistent pressing against his groin, radiating heat, blazingly hot even in the muggy, sweaty dorm room.
He only realised how hard his own cock was when he thrust his own hips forward, mashing his member against Gilbert’s. Rainbow Blitz kept thrusting. Few things compared to the feel of Gilbert’s cock pressing against his own. Gilbert’s shaft was shorter than his but perceptibly thicker, even with the tapered end.
It was almost as fun as messing with Gilbert.
Rainbow Blitz flapped his wings and sent the pair careening across the room. He nipped at the tuft of down above Gilbert’s ear-hole, and as they slammed to the ground he twisted until he was almost on top. He squeezed and grabbed and dug his hooves into soft spots as Gilbert fought back, nipping, squawking, raking and pulling. They were two of the most athletic and energetic students at the academy, who spent more time with the free weights or on the track than they did in the classroom, and their wrestling matches were always a spectacle.
They rolled and tussled, biting and kissing in equal measure, punching and wrenching blending into groping and humping. Their wings flapped outwards, blowing the window open, wafting the mist from the cauldron all through the room. Blitz threw Gilbert over his withers, sending him into the wall and knocking down their team photo. The pegasus wiped blood from his lip. His breaths came thick and fast, but his veins still pulsed with raw energy.
They could do this all night, if they wanted to.
Gilbert landed on the bed with a soft thump. He grinned maniacally, and his wings fluttered uncontrollably. “Enough playing, dweeb. W-we gotta fuck already.”
Rainbow Blitz jumped onto the bed with him. “Yeah? How’d you wanna do it?” he asked, knowing the answer. It was always the same answer.
“I’m getting fucked,” said Gilbert, breathlessly.
Blitz licked coppery blood from his lips, and smirked. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure, come on already!”
“I dunno, I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you or anything,” he said, feigning disinterest. There was never a bad time to tease Gilbert.
“You ain’t forcing me shit! Any limpdick can fuck somepony, but getting fucked? Getting fucked hurts. You’ve gotta be hard as nails to take it up the ass, and I’m the hardest goddamn griffon in Cloudsdale!”
Rainbow Blitz glanced at the precum-dripping erection between Gilbert’s legs. “You’re not wrong about that...”
“Damn right I’m not,” said Gilbert, almost snapping, “So hurry up and fuck me already!”
Gilbert reached down under the bed, and pulled out a bottle of grapeseed oil. He yanked the cap off, poured an ounce of it over over Rainbow Blitz’s cock, and rubbed it in with a claw. Rainbow Blitz winced as he gripped a little-too-tightly.
“Careful, G.”
Gilbert growled into his ear, “You love it.”
Blitz gasped again, unsure if it was the pleasure or the pain, and Gilbert pushed a kiss onto him. As the pegasus laid back, Gilbert clambered on top of him, sandwiching Blitz’s cock between his muscular haunches. Gilbert sat up and slid back and forth, spreading the lube between his rump and all over Blitz’s cock with a soft *schlick* sound.
Without warning, Gilbert lifted his rump, wrapped his tail around the base of Blitz’s cock, and pressed its tip against his ass. Gilbert never hesitated, never gave himself a chance to change his mind. He squatted down until the thick, flared tip pushed his hole open and slipped inside him. Rainbow Blitz gasped at the tightness and softness.
Only a third of Blitz’s cock had entered Gilbert but the griffon kept pushing. His face was scrunched up in pain as he tried to take more cock, twitching upwards involuntarily, his legs already shaking.
Rainbow Blitz placed a hoof on his roommate’s chest. “Take it easy, G. Go slow.”
“Nghh... It’s—it’s gotta hurt... It’s g-gotta hurt or it’s not manly...”
“Yeah, going to the hospital because of butt stuff isn’t manly either.”
“It’s g-gotta hurt or it doesn’t count...” Gilberts eyes were closed. Blitz thought he could see tears, but it could have been the light.
“C’mere, doofus. I’ll make it count for ya...”
Blitz grabbed Gilbert by the shoulders, pulled him close, and then bit down on the griffon’s neck. His thick pony teeth couldn’t break the skin, but when he bit and sucked as hard as he could he knew there would be pain mixed in with that pleasure.
It worked. Gilbert made a noise between a squawk and a squeak, his whole body relaxing, his powerful muscles turning to jelly. He stopped trying to force himself down and instead fell against Rainbow Blitz’s chest, sliding onto the pegasus’s dick from gravity alone, inch by slow inch.
After a few cautious, testing thrusts, Rainbow Blitz began to fuck him with force. His hips slapped against the griffon’s rump, thrusting hard enough to lift his own hips off the mattress. He was silent with deep concentration, and Gilbert made strained grunts of pain and pleasure. Blitz could feel the griffon’s cock against his stomach, still drooling precum, sticking the fur of their bellies together.
“You sure can take dick, huh G?” he grunted.
“Mmnf, yeah.” Gilbert’s voice came softer now, Blitz thought.
“You like a big dick in your ass?”
“F-fuck, I love it.” Gilbert’s voice was definitely softer. All the want and need and lust was still there, but the aggression was gone, his defences melted away.
Rainbow Blitz put his hooves on Gilbert’s hips and pulled out, letting his cock fall against his own belly with a lewd slap. He didn’t miss the goofy grin plastered over the griffon’s face as they untangled themselves.
“Roll over,” said the pegasus.
Gilbert did so, grabbing an oddly-worn pillow between his talons and holding it close to his beak. He lifted his rump in the air, and swished his tail. It was all the invitation Rainbow Blitz needed.
Gilbert moaned like a filly as Blitz slid into him the second time. The pegasus kept up the rough pace from before, sawing the whole way in and out, fluttering his wings for extra leverage. The wooden frame of the bed squeaked with every thrust. He felt his cock twitch when Gilbert took the pillow into his beak and began to chew it, mumbling incoherently.
Kissing his way up Gilbert’s chiseled back, he softened his thrusts. He kissed his way up the side of Gilbert’s neck, until he reached Gilbert’s ear hole.
“You’re fucking sexy, you know that?” he whispered.
Gilbert nodded into the pillow. “Mmphh-hmph...”
“You’re cuter than anypony else in this whole damn city.”
A feline tail came up and gently slid over Rainbow Blitz’s lower back. “Mmphh-hmphh..” moaned the griffon, softer and higher than before.
“You wanna get fucked hard in the ass like a real stallion?” asked Blitz, smirking. Again, he knew the answer before he asked.
“...” Gilbert tensed up. His tail went from fluid and silky to twisted iron.
“...Or should I fuck you real gentle until you blow your load all over the sheets?”
Gilbert didn’t move for a moment. He reached up with a claw and softly tugged one of Blitz’s forelegs down until it was next to his beak. He planted a soft kiss on the hoof, and with that his entire body relaxed.
When Rainbow Blitz sunk back inside, Gilbert started moaning openly. He didn’t muffle them or pass them off as grunts and gasps, he let each moan well up inside him and burst from his throat, soft and feminine, not even blushing as they turned into full-bore squeaks.
Rainbow Blitz loved going fast, but he wasn’t all speed. He had finesse, too, and when he slowed down he could lay down every inch of it. He angled each thrust to bump Gilbert’s prostate, nipped and bit the top of Gilbert’s back, and preened the soft, sensitive feathers of the griffon’s crest. He wrapped his forehooves around Gilbert’s barrel, but didn’t touch his cock. Ever the show off, Blitz knew he could make him finish hooves-free.
When Gilbert laid flat on his belly and began to hump the mattress, Blitz knew he was close. The pegasus didn’t vary his pace or force a single iota. Gilbert was already gone.
“You’re close,” grunted Rainbow Blitz.
It wasn’t a question, but Gilbert nodded anyway.
“It’s okay, G. You can say it.”
Gilbert tore a chunk from the pillow and spat feathers from his mouth. “I-I’m...”
“Go on, cutie.” Blitz’s voice was husky, almost faraway with effort and concentration. “Say what you gotta say.”
The dam broke. “Fuck me fuck me fuck fuck me like a damn mare make me feel pretty oh Zephyr damn it so good fuck me good make me feel fucking loved fuck me fuck fuck fuck—”
Rainbow Blitz bit down on the griffon’s shoulder.
Gilbert tore the pillow in half as he came. The first and second spurts soaked the mattress underneath him. The third actually flowed out from underneath his sides, as did the four spurts after that.
The griffon clenched his ass as he climaxed, and that was enough to tip Rainbow Blitz over the edge. He moaned into Gilbert’s neck, burying himself into the warmth and softness, letting every drop of his seed pour into the griffon. He felt hotter than ever but the heat didn’t matter, as if it had passed straight through pain and discomfort and straight into transcendance, the strange, shivery feeling of a fever breaking.
He stayed inside for what felt like hours, before rolling on to his side. Thick, creamy jizz poured out of Gilbert’s ass, pooling with the griffon’s own jizz below.
They stayed still for all of ten seconds before jumping up, scrambling to the mist-cauldron, and dipping their heads back in for a good minute. When they pulled out, every hair between them was covered in white frost.
Gilbert flopped down next to Blitz, breathing hard. “I needed that so bad.”
Blitz smirked. “The sex or the cooler?”
“Huh? I dunno. Can’t tell the difference right now. Both are freakin’ awesome.”
“Heh. Yeah.”
They laid together for a moment longer, until the thinnest of the frost melted away, leaving only thick lines over the eyebrows, ears and mane.
“Yo G, what’s the time?”
Gilbert craned his head to look out the window. “‘Bout one-ish, I guess.”
“So that means...” Rainbow Blitz tapped up and down his hoof to count, “Give six hours for sleep, and we can do this another twelve times before we need another cauldron. Give or take.”
“...You wanna do nothing but sleep and screw for the next day?”
“Yup. Why, you wanna do something else?”
“Not a chance. C’mere, Blitzy,” he said, and dragged the pegasus into another kiss.
This week might have it’s good sides after all, thought Blitz.
FIN.