Silverstream

“Hey, Gallus!” a familiar voice called out.

Gallus looked over his shoulder, spotted Silverstream trotting up behind him, and knit his brow. “Ssssssh.”

“Oh right,” she gasped, clamping a foreclaw over her beak.

Unable to keep himself from smiling, he shook his head. Out of all his classmates at the School of Friendship, Silverstream was one of his favorites - sure, he liked all of them a ton, but her happy-go-lucky demeanor and cheerful attitude was infectious. He slipped from his chair and turned to face her, actually a bit relieved by the distraction from his studies.

“Gallus,” she hissed, leaning in and keeping her voice low. “I need to talk to you about something super important.”

Pinching the bridge of his beak, he closed his eyes. “Silver, it’s a library - yeah, we should be quiet, but it’s not like -”

“Oh good,” she interrupted, laughing and drawing the baleful eye of the librarian. “So can we - um - step outside for a second?”

He shrugged and glanced back to his textbook. “As long as it doesn’t take too long. I swear, if I don’t bone up on this sleight of hoof stuff, I’m gonna fail Trixie’s class…”

“Snrk - bone up,” Silver snickered. Hastily quieting herself when the librarian angrily cleared her throat, she hitched a taloned thumb over her shoulder to the exit. “Let’s step outside. I swear this will only take a second.”

Waving to the door, he smiled. “Lead the way.”

He trailed along after her, into the hallway, and to an exit leading to one of the school’s two courtyards. While he couldn’t afford to spend too much time entertaining her, stretching his legs and getting some fresh air couldn’t hurt anything - as a matter of fact, now that he was up, he might just go get a cup of tea or coffee from the cafeteria once they were finished. Stepping out after her, into the cool evening air, he watched as she conspiratorially scanned the area.

“Something up?” he asked.

Whipping around to face him, she smirked. “So like I was saying, I needed to talk to you about - well, no, actually I need to ask you something.”

“Be my guest,” he flippantly responded. “Silver, know I don’t -”

“How big is your wiener?” she glibly inquired, cutting him off.

As he opened his beak and lifted a finger to reply, his eyes shot wide and jaw nearly hit the floor as her words sank in. “I’m sorry ~ what?”

“Your wiener, your bird-boy parts - actually, would they be cat-boy parts or bird-boy parts?” she thoughtfully mused, squinting up at the sky. “Anyways, yeah, how big is it?”

He stood motionless, taken aback by just how nonchalant she was while asking something so private. She’d never been one to shy away from anything, always speaking her mind and with a tenuous grasp of social etiquette, but that was usually part of her charm. On one claw, it was refreshing to see and hear her reactions to things that were, for all intents and purposes, mundane - on the other, depending on the circumstances, her lack of tact could be slightly jarring.

Seeing her beaming down at him, he shook his head and went to turn away. “Nope, not gonna deal with this right now.”

“Gallus, please,” she pouted, rushing around him to block his path. “It’s not like I want to see it - I mean, I do if what I heard was right, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”

Intentionally or not, she’d just let something slip. He studied her for a moment, letting the tension hang, and narrowed his eyes. “What did you hear?”

“Ok, so you can’t tell anypony about this,” she excitedly chirped before leaning in and bringing her beak to his ear. “Sandbar said you’ve got a big one - like a super big one.”

Taken off guard for the second time over a clawful of seconds, he reared back. It was true that he and Sandbar, as well as few other male classmates, occasionally showered and changed after PE, but it was it wasn’t normal for them to go eyeing one another’s junk - moreover, why in the hay had Sandbar gone and told Silverstream about his goods? Assailed by a number of questions, he snapped back to reality when the hippogriff leaned to the side and tried to glance under him.

“Hey!” he squawked, swatting at her with his wings and one claw.

“Come on,” she lamented, rolling her head back in exasperation. “If you won’t tell me, at least let me get a good look at it.”

He nearly told her to shove off and that the business of his privates was private, but he was stricken by divine inspiration. If she was so darned interested in learning about his allegedly impressive endowment, an assertion which was preposterous in and of itself, maybe she’d be willing to offer him something in return. Considering how ponies had very little in the way of modesty, and how Silver was one of the most outspoken creatures he’d ever met, he could turn the situation on its head - that or he’d scare her off with a taste of her own medicine.

“If you wanna see mine,” he began, locking eyes with her, “you gotta show me yours first.”

Cocking her head to one side, she wheeled around and threw her wings back. “Sure, ok, I can do -”

“Not here!” he shouted, averting his gaze while she shamelessly pressed her chest to the ground and lifted her waist.

“Then where?” she countered, straightening up and quirking a brow.

He glowered at her, in spite of the redness creeping into his cheeks, and threw his wings up. “How am I supposed to know?”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, rubbing her chin. “I guess we could go to my room.”

“I…” he trailed off, only then realizing how badly he’d just messed up.

Caught up in the moment, unprepared for the peculiar question, he’d inadvertently fallen into her clutches. Trying to stall her would only delay the inevitable, leading to her hounding him for days or possibly even weeks until he’d given her what she wanted - on the other claw, following along after her for spontaneous peep show would be both embarrassing and hinder his attempts to study. He’d screwed up royally, and there would be no easy way to fix it.

Clamping his eyes shut, he hung his head. “We can go to your room, but we need to make it fast.”

Though he wasn’t looking at her, he could hear just how thrilled she was. “Okay! Come on, I’ll make it super-duper fast!”

She extended her wings and took to the skies, soaring off in the direction of the dormitory wing and leaving him to languish in the courtyard. Great, just bucking perfect - not only had he unwittingly agreed to show off his junk to one of his closest friends, but she’d casually accepted to display her nethers to him for the trouble. Taking to the air, though not nearly as enthusiastically as Silver, he flew toward her room.

The flight was short, only taking a few minutes, yet his anxiety steadily rose with each passing second. He’d never overtly given anypony a good view of his naughty bits, making him preemptively embarrassed. It was one thing to be around students and teachers who rarely wore anything whatsoever, but it was completely different to intentionally exhibit one’s self to another. Seeing the pink blur wiz through an open window, he steeled himself for what was to come.

“Alright,” he groused, flapping his wings and touching down on her carpet, “let’s get this over with.”

He’d been in her room many times before, having studied with her on several occasions, yet the familiar environment gave him no comfort this time. Seeing her standing at the foot of her bed, expectantly beaming from ear to ear, he swallowed hard. He wasn’t excited in the slightest - in fact, the stress of what he was about to do made his endowment even less impressive than it was normally!

She inched closed, making him take a small step back, and waved a claw. “Well…?”

“Silver,” sighed, “listen, this isn’t easy.”

“Why not?” she quipped. “Sandbar showed me his package the other day and he wasn’t the slightest bit nervous about it!”

“First of all, I’m not Sandbar,” he huffed. “Secondly, unlike ponies, we don’t just flaunt our hoo-has to anycreature if they ask!”

“Yeah, but - Oooooooh,” she breathed, stricken by some unfathomable revelation.

Praying she would let him off the hook, he tentatively smiled. “Yeah, now you -”

“Oh right! You wanted me to show mine first,” she tittered. “Hey, no, I totally get you there! If looking at my marehood means you get a little inspiration to perform,” she paused and waggled her eyebrows, “I’ll be more than happy to help.”

He wanted to tell her she was an idiot, that she’d completely missed the point and jumped to an even more slatternly conclusion, but he remained silent and shook his head. Equestrian - for all their strengths, abilities, and kindness, they were some of the most indecent species on the planet. Unlike griffons, the ponies and their close neighbors had perilously few reservations about discussing or even doing things that should have been kept to a bedroom, but it couldn’t be helped.

“So any requests?” she pressed.

“Requests for what?” he croaked. “For buck’s sake, it’s not like we’re doing anything but looking!”

Affixing him with a heavily-lidded gaze, she winked. “For now…”

He looked around himself then to the bed, genuinely at a loss for what she was getting at. “I dunno ~ maybe do something sexy?”

Seeing as how he was in the lion’s den, he may as well make the most of the situation. Had he planned on paying her a visit and getting a sensual show? No. Was he looking forward to letting her look at his equipment and likely yammer on about how fuzzy his balls were or how his sheath wasn’t like a hippogriff’s? No. Could he get a pleasant view of her striking a provocative pose? Yes - at least he hoped so.

“I have just the thing!” she exclaimed. “Alright, close your eyes and give me just a second.”

Dragging his claw over his face, he groaned. “Silver, what happened to making it fa-”

“It’ll be fast if you close your eyes!” she tutted. “Trust me, you’re gonna like it.”

He did as she asked, shutting his eyes and going so far as to cover his face with his wings. One of the more peculiar things about Silver was that it was hard for him to tell what she’d do at any given time - apropos, her showing up out of the blue and asking him about his naughty bits. Hearing the bed creek, he subconsciously turned his head in the direction of the sound.

After a moment, the silence in the room was broken by her giggling. “You can open your eyes now…”

“Silver, I swear to…”

The words caught in his throat, his heart skipped a beat, and his mouth went dry as he peeked out and saw what she’d done. Sprawled on her side, with her head resting on a pillow and one hind leg lewdly cocked, she flapped a wing at him. Her slender waist, modest teats, and the dark, hairless flesh of her marehood were all unabashedly displayed, though it was the proud, downright sensual look on her face that sent a shiver up his spine.

She lowered and ran a wingtip down her chest, between her breasts, and to her loins, keeping her eyes on him all the while. “So does this tickle your pickle - you know, I always thought that…”

While a part of him could hear her yammering on, going off on some wild tangent about how phallic cucumbers were, her words went in one ear and out the other. She was an attractive creature by any metric, tall, well built, and with a figure that most models would kill for, but he’d never seen her in such an erotic way before. As he gazed upon her in abject awe, she reached down and coolly spread her sex.

“Cat got your tongue?” she purred. “In your case, I guess it’d be a cat-bird, but - Holy cow!”

Shaken from his stupor by her shocked expression and sudden outburst, he followed her gaze and froze. At some point or another, though he hadn’t said anything, his impulses had betrayed him. Growing larger by the second, his crimson length steadily hardened and emerged from its sheath.

He lifted a hind leg and threw one wing back in a desperate attempt to cover himself while his blush returned with a vengeance. “D…don’t look at it!”

With a look on her face, she tore her eyes off his crotch and peered over at his face. “Why?”

Without a reasonable answer to give her, he scrunched his beak. “B…because!”

“Because why? Because you’ve got a monster dong?” she laughed, kneading her sex more enthusiastically than she had been moments prior.

Her comment struck him as odd and did nothing to calm his frazzled nerves - nevertheless, her choice of words was interesting to say the least. “It’s not that big…”

“Is too!” she insisted, shifting and slipping two digits into herself. “For real, that might be the biggest weiner I’ve ever seen - shoot, it’s even bigger than Sunburst’s!”

“Bull,” he groused in disbelief.

“No, seriously, it is!” she declared.

Questions on how and why she knew how big Sunburst’s stallionhood was aside, her flattery tempered his apprehension. She wasn’t one to lie, being candid even when it wasn’t called for, so he had to assume she was being truthful. Glancing down her frame and briefly watching her continuing to get herself off he gulped.

Withdrawing her foreleg and bringing her claws to her snout, she licked one of her digits clean. “You know, I was thinking…”

“T…thinking what?” he sputtered as his arousal gradually eclipsed his misgivings.

“Since we’re both here, how about we do each other a little favor?” she cooed. “I’ve never been with a griffon before, and I don’t think you’ve ever gotten frisky with a hippogriff, so why don’t we have a little cultural exchange?”

As she pushed herself up and stepped to the side of the bed, leaving the center of the mattress open, his mind began to race. “R…r…right now?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, patting the blanket. “With as hard as you were staring, don’t tell me you’re not interested.”

He’d had no plans of punching his v-card with a different species on a whim, yet his amorous compulsions were too much to bear. Stepping over and onto the bed, he hesitated. “So do I -”

Grabbing him by the shoulders and shoving him onto the mattress, she leapt up and landed with her hooves to either side of his head. “Let’s start with something simple…”

He gazed up longingly at her winking, slavering marehood and numbly nodded. As she slowly lowered herself, straddling him and bringing her nethers to his face, his mouth started to water. Drawing a breath through his nose, his face awash in the warmth radiating from her loins, he shivered when her scent struck him.

Ordinarily speaking, Silver smelled pretty good, sort of like a mixture of berries and cream, yet the fragrance wafting from her marehood was on an entirely different level. Thick and powerful, the bouquet of her marehood resonated with the primal parts of his brain. Lifting his head and following his instincts, he ran his tongue up her thigh and to her goods.

If her aroma was enticing, the flavor of her arousal was captivating. Sweet and slightly briny, her nectar bathed his palate and gave him all the inspiration he needed to continue. His wings shot up to her sides, caressing her softly, and his claws gently clutched her waist as he dove in and feasted upon her.

Her hushed moan of approval was stirring, filling him with confidence, but she quickly put her beak to better use. Pressing her cheek to his length, she kissed her way from the base of his shaft to his tool’s spear-like tip. Though the bit of affection was more of a tease than anything, her touch sent bolts of pleasure coursing through him.

Locked in a sixty-nine, they explored one another while weathering their bliss. Gallus couldn’t speak for her, assuming she had more experience than him with sexual affairs, but he had to fight to hold himself back. While he couldn’t have guessed that his afternoon would take such a lustful turn, his hopes of having an all-night cram session took on a significantly more carnal light.

As quickly as she’d started, Silver bolted up and jumped from off him. Her move was so sudden and jarring that he laid motionless and looked up at the ceiling. They’d only been at it for a few seconds, the whole thing had been her idea, and now she’d hit the brakes before they’d really gotten into it! Turning his attention to her, he flinched when something soft landed on his chest.

“Beak guard,” she explained, opening her maw and slipping one of the rubberized coverings on her beak. “You do not want to keep going without one of these.”

He tore open the packaging and donned the little accessory. One of the very, very few drawbacks to being even partially avian was that having a beak meant one had to be a bit careful around tender areas, be they on one’s self or another, and he was immediately thankful that she’d had the forethought to have a few of the guards on claw. Running his tongue over the soft covering, he noticed her trot around to the foot of the bed.

“Spread your legs for me,” she instructed.

While he wouldn’t have minded picking up where they’d left off, he obliged her. She definitely knew what she was doing, having seduced him with no effort whatsoever, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Had it been a mutual first, he had no doubt the experience would have been more awkward and, barring the inclusion of the beak sheaths, possibly unpleasant.

She trotted up the mattress and brought her face between his parted thighs, peering up at his pillar-like dick while she drew nearer. “Are all griffons as big as you?”

“I…I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug. “It’s not like I try to look at other griffon’s junk.”

He had to admit, now that he was seeing his endowment next to her face, maybe she was onto something. Slick and covered in scarlet flesh, violently clashing with the creamy color of his underbelly and cerulean coat, his member did appear on the larger side. Trembling as she licked and kissed her way up the sensitive underside of his shaft, he was unable to look away from her.

“I’m just gonna…” she breathed, opening her beak and dipping her head.

Gnawing his mandible, he winced as her beak embraced him. Warm and slick, a far departure from anything was used to, her maw was incredible. As if the blowjob wasn’t amazing enough, the spectacle of her sucking him off, softly humming around him while she bobbed her head, made the experience all the more captivating.

He tried - ancestors above, he tried to restrain himself, but it was a losing battle. The muscles in his hind legs tensed, his hips twitched, and he clutched the blanket beneath him for dear life. There was no way in Tartarus that he was going to ruin the mood by thrusting into her face and making her gag - fortunately or unfortunately for him, she gave him little choice in the matter.

Filling her lungs, she closed her eyes and forced her head downward. The sight of his length disappearing into her muzzle was only eclipsed by the snug sensation of her gullet constricting around him. Compared to giving himself a claw-job, this wasn’t in the same league - heck, it wasn’t even the same sort of game.

She moved at a slow casual pace, only withdrawing to get the occasional sip of air, but he wasn’t the only one having fun. Seeing her balance herself on three legs, he observed her reach down her belly and start getting off to pleasing him. Of all the things she could have done, seeing her masturbate while sucking him off nearly broke him.

He didn’t creep towards a climax - no, he skyrocketed towards one. It was at that moment, sensing himself hurtling towards his limit, that he understood he had a decision to make - he could either unceremoniously cum in her mouth after a lackluster performance or he could try to buy himself some time to regain a bit of his endurance. Thrusting out a foreleg, he shifted uncomfortably and tried to retreat.

Instantly taking note of his distress, Silver peeked up at him with a single eye and withdrew. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s - um - it’s just my back,” he grunted, lying through his beak as he turned and rubbed his side. “Just give me a minute and…What?”

With a smug grin creeping across her beak, she took a step over his hip and leaned closer to his face. “You were gonna cum ~ weren’t ya?”

“N…no!” he vehemently protested, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the cold sweat beading on his brow.

She backed away slightly, though the predatory look she bore remained. “You sure…?”

Clamping his eyes shut and squirming, he bucked his hips when she wrapped her claws around his throbbing cock. If she hadn’t seen through his pitiful charade, she had picked the worst thing she could possibly do to him - in either case, unless he did something fast, he was going to glaze himself and the bed like a breakfast pastry. Grandpa Gruff had always told him that there were times in life when you had to know when to fold - this was one of those times.

“Yes, alright!” he bleated.

To his immeasurable relief, she released him and shied back. “So how many times have you -”

“None ~ okay?!” he harrumphed, his face going beet red. “This is the first time I’ve done anything naughty. There ~ are you happy now?”

Her expression softened as took another step back. “I’m sorry, if I’d known that -”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled. “You wouldn’t have bothered bringing -”

“What?” she guffawed. “I would have done this way, way sooner! Honestly, I’m probably the luckiest mare in the school right now! Do you have any idea - any idea how many students would be trying to jump your bones if they know what you’re packing?”

He shook his head and held her gaze. “No?”

“A lot of them - like, a lot,” she noted. “I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the teachers started going after you. From what I’ve heard, Fluttershy’s sort of a size queen and…”

Once again, absentmindedly hearing her prattle on, he found himself dwelling on what she’d said. Was she serious ~ were there creatures, griffons or otherwise, who’d give him a roll in the hay just because of how big his equipment supposedly was? Grappling with the gravitas of her claim, he blinked when she snapped her claws inches away from his beak.

“Were you even listening?” she murmured.

“No,” he admitted.

“Whatever - hey, move over,” she blithely chuckled. As soon as he gave her some room, she flopped down beside him on her back. “We’ll take this nice and slow. Just follow my lead and jump down to the foot of the bed.”

Hopping down to the floor as she wriggled her tush to the very edge of the mattress, he did what he could to calm himself. Darned if he could say if he was still technically a virgin or not, but he knew he wasn’t going to be one for long. He turned in place, watched her splay her hind legs while beckoning to him with a claw, and stiffened in more ways than one.

“Relax,” she whispered.

Relax? How the hay was he supposed to relax? She may have been used to the casual fling here or there, given how she was acting, but he couldn’t say the same for himself - still, under the crushing weight of his raging libido, he placed a claw above her thigh and reared onto his hind legs. Buck it - saving one’s self for marriage was overrated anyways.

He slowly exhaled, clutched the base of his shaft, and kissed the tip of his length to her entrance. The first thing he was stricken by was just how hot her sex was. It may have been his imagination, or perhaps he just hadn’t noticed when his face had been between her thighs, but the warmth and velvety touch of her lower lips was the definition of temptation. Running his tongue over his beak, he slowly sank into her.

She didn’t meet his expectations - she surpassed them by an order of magnitude. Like molten silk, neither too tight nor too loose, her depths embraced him. Shuddering, he struggled not to instantly hilt her and start hammering away at her. Though it may not have been her first time, he wanted to savor the experience.

He glanced between her face and her groin, watching inch after inch of his length slide into her, until only the base of his dick was left unsheathed. Having thought about this magical moment for years, typically on long, lonely nights, he’d always imagined he’d solely focus on the penetration itself, yet she was so much more than just a warm, welcoming hole. Her sinful expression and hitched breaths elevated the exchange and were just as, if not more beguiling than the sensations she afforded.

“I’m…I’m gonna start moving,” he warily stated.

Though she didn’t say a word, her reaction spoke volumes. Extending her legs to either side of him, she bent her knees, placed her fetlocks against his lower back, and drew him in. He’d wanted to take his time, to play himself off as some casanova, but it was no use. No sooner did his balls bump against the cleft of her tush than he started rutting her.

Silver did nothing to assist with his waning self-restraint. Constricting on his backstrokes while relaxing on his plunges, she milked his cock like a seasoned veteran. The second he closed his eyes, doing his darnedest to pace himself, she gave a deep guttural groan. Shaken by the sensual noise, he peeked up and saw her nod down at her crotch.

“R…rub my clit,” she stammered, her voice shaky and uneven.

Bringing one claw over her waist, he delicately rubbed the base of one talon to the bulging, delicate bud of flesh. It was no secret that the clit was an apparent weak point for females lucky enough to have one, yet he underestimated just how sensitive the area was. Throwing her head back, she writhed and mewled.

The way her pitch had shifted up an octave, paired with how her marehood seized around his pistoning length, was rewarding to a fault. Emboldened, he gradually picked up speed while continuing to massage her clit. While he’d had no way of knowing he’d lose his virginity in such an unexpected way, he was not regretting the tryst.

Wading through her bliss, she used her wingtips to play with her nipples and peered at him. “Angle your thrusts up a bit - yeah, like that.”

He heeded her words, adjusting his plunges to better impact her g-spot. It was a little embarrassing to say he was taking advice from somepony who wasn’t much older than himself, but he was lucky in a way. While other mares may have judged him, expecting some grand performance that he wouldn’t be able to deliver, Silver wasn’t critical in the slightest.

His lack of experience, coupled with just how phenomenal she felt, took a heavy toll on him. The smell of her arousal, her balmy depths, the noises she made - his every sense was assaulted by rapturous delights, chipping away at his resolve. Though his spirit and mind were willing - no, desperate to endure, the sins of the flesh were too much for him to bear.

The terrifying signs of his impending release grew stronger with each plunge, bringing him to an impasse. Now that they’d crossed the threshold, he’d bet his bottom bit that she wasn’t going to let him take a breather - on top of that, his primal desires to keep going forbid him from slowing. Toeing the line, with seconds left to spare, he set his jaw and grunted.

She flexed her legs and secured her hold on him, preventing him from escaping. Cracking one eye open, he was dealt a fatal blow. The look on her face was nothing short of lecherous, the distillation of wanton longing, and it undid him on a fundamental level. She wanted him to cum in her, to claim his seed, and would not be denied.

He did everything in his power to stop it, to keep the dam from bursting, but it was no use. Draping himself over her, he buried his face in her neck and gave her everything he had. Regardless of what happened, he would have lasted no more than a few seconds - be that as it may, her climax was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Her howl and the spray of orgasmic nectar that christened his crotch were an honor unlike any other. Hilting her in a split second after she’d cum, he joined her at the gates of nirvana. His climax was perfection made manifest, more powerful than any he’d had before, and he basked in its glory as he filled her.

Shot after shot of his essence surged through his throbbing cock, bathing her interior and marking her as his. It was silly to think that she would be his lover, given that they’d just graduated from mere friends to friends with benefits, yet it was a pleasant thought all the same. Heaving air into his chest, he wearily lifted his head and met her gaze.

“W…was it - Cough - good for you?” he wheezed.

“Uh…uh-huh,” she rasped. “Those b…barbs feel great, by the way…”

“Thanks,” he breathed.

Stroking his back, she contentedly writhed against him. “So those little nubbly things on your dick - I’d always wondered if those things were super hard or kinda soft! I can not believe how good they…”

And just like that, she snapped back to her normal chatty self. It was a bit jarring for her to shift from quiet and sensual, keeping her beak largely shut while they were doing the deed, to talking on and on about whatever came to mind, but it was oddly soothing. At the end of the day, when everything was said and done, there’d been no strings attached to their impromptu quickie - well, he didn’t think there were any strings attached.

There were a number of things he needed to do, not the least of which being cleaning himself up before dragging himself back to the library, but they could wait for a time. With her forelegs snaking around his back, he smiled. She was and always would be a good friend, she’d made an honest stud out of him, yet there was one thing about her that nagged at him. As amazing as a hippogriff as she was, he couldn’t shake the feeling that her big beak may lead to him having bigger things to worry about than stained bed sheets and sticky fur…

Smolder

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His classmates filed out of the room around him, the final bell for the day ringing and filling the air, and yet Gallus remained in his seat and stared down at his test. He hadn’t failed, thank heaven, but he definitely hadn’t done all that well. Stuffing the sheet into his notebook, he leaned over to retrieve his bag.

He’d have to work extra hard if he wanted to finish out the class with an A - heck, he’d honestly be pretty lucky if he ended up with a B. Gathering his things and slipping from his seat, he grumbled under his breath. As much as he would have liked to curse a certain pink, feathery, passionate somepony for his plight, he knew he only had himself to blame.

His first fling with Silverstream had resulted in a second, then a third and a fourth, until he’d lost track over the last week. Sex was absolutely incredible, almost addictively so, although experiencing the fleshly sin had come at a cost. His mind often drifted into amorous waters, whether he wanted it to or not, and his studies had suffered because of it.

“Sup,” a familiar voice grunted, prompting him to turn.

Noticing Smolder leaned back in her chair with her clawed feet on her desk, he peaked a brow. Given that it was the last class of the day, and on a Friday no less, he was nonplussed to see his scaled companion willingly taking her time to depart. Slowing and slinging his pack over his shoulder, he studied her.

She unseated herself and turned to face him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he grunted, shifting and making for the exit. “How’d you do on your test?”

“Better than some,” she smugly hummed, sauntering to his side and proudly displaying her highlighted and underlined A+.

Biting back the urge to scowl, knowing full well that she’d latch onto the sign of weakness, he forced a smile “Good for you…”

“Yeah, not gonna lie, I’m pretty proud of myself for this one,” she haughtily intoned, balling and tossing the paper into the trash. “Honestly, I might just do something fun to treat myself for the high score - ya know, since Trixie did say I got the highest score in the class…”

As always, her hubris and cavalier attitude was galling. It wasn’t uncommon for them to go back and forth, having a friendly rivalry of sorts when it came to most things they participated in, so he had no real reason to be upset - still, having his abysmal performance rubbed in his face wounded his pride. Reaching the exit, he slowed when she rushed by him.

“So what are you gonna do to treat yourself?” he asked, keeping his talons crossed that he’d be able to change the subject.

Instead of walking out and into the hallway, she grabbed the door, pulled it shut, and leaned against it. “Funny you should ask…”

He stopped in his tracks and squinted at her, wondering what in the world she was doing. The look she bore was odd, mischievous but different from her ordinarily playful expression, and it gave him a moment for pause. Whatever she was up to, whatever she was scheming, his instincts told him that it wasn’t good.

Depressing the lock with her thumb, she stepped closer to him. “As far as treating myself, it’s not what I’m planning on doing,” she began, flashing her teeth, “but who I’m planning on doing.”

The blood in his veins ran to ice and a sense of dread overtook him, though he held his ground - if only just. “I…I don’t think I follow…”

“So somepony told me that the rumors about a certain griffon’s monster dong were true,” she mused, holding his gaze.

Though adrenaline flooded his system, filling him with the compulsion to rocket to and out of the nearest window, he forced himself not to move. Seriously - bucking seriously?! There was only one reason why Smolder would ever - ever bluntly insinuate anything about his goods, and he knew exactly who was behind it. He cherished Silverstream as a friend, but her gift of gab had finally bitten him squarely on the rump - or so he thought.

He stepped to the side, went to pass Smolder, and reached for the door handle. “Not sure what you’re talking about, but good luck with -”

“Oh I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” she snickered. “A certain hippogriff wouldn’t shut up about how you had her weak in the knees for the better part of a week ~ that ring any bells?”

Closing his eyes, he went motionless and faced her. Like Silverstream, Smolder wasn’t going to let this go easily - unlike Silverstream, Smolder wasn’t above underclawed tactics and borderline bullying to get what she wanted. He snorted in frustration, willing but not eager to nip the problem in the bud before it got out of claw.

“What do you want?” he sighed.

“A ton of stuff:” she smoothly replied, lifting and waving a hand, “a castle, a lifetime supply of gemstones, being able to graduate early. I know I can’t get any of that stuff, but I can get a heaping helping of that bird dick you’ve been slinging.”

“It’s more of a cat dick,” he grunted, hastily correcting her, “and I haven’t been slinging it anywhere.”

“That’s not what Silverstream said,” she breathed, smirking all the broader.

Pushing her to the side, he grabbed and attempted to open the door - attempted in that Smolder slammed it shut the second it cracked open. “Really?”

“Yeah really,” she snorted. “Tell you what - you’ve had a long day, we’ve got the weekend ahead of us, and I’ve been dying to get some action from something other than my claws or Big Red…”

He balked, his thoughts immediately derailed by the unfamiliar name. “Big…Red…?”

“My dildo, genius,” she laughed, reaching out and flicking the tip of his beak. Wheeling around and throwing the door open, she glanced over her shoulder. “Show up at my room at sunset - if you don’t, I might have to go looking for ya…”

And with that ominous threat - more of a promise, knowing her, she departed as if nothing had happened. He stood mute, keenly aware of his fur and quills standing on end, and watched her saunter away in shock. All his fears were made manifest, Silverstream had run her beak to Smolder, but it could have been worse.

There were a number of differences between the situation he found himself in and the one he’d unwittingly stumbled into with Silverstream. For starters, his v-card had been punched almost two weeks ago - secondly and more prudently, he had a somewhat unique dynamic with Smolder. Pithy and tomboyish, the lithe dragoness acted more like a guy than a gal.

As he trotted out and to his locker, he digested everything that had just happened. The more he thought, the less he worried - the less he worried, the more comfortable he became with her proposal. He knew good and gosh darn well that emotions wouldn’t be a factor with plowing Smolder, he had some hard-earned sexual experience under his nonexistent belt, and rutting a dragon would make quite an accomplishment - besides, like she’d said, having something to take his mind off his abysmal test score would do him a bit of good.

“Buck it,” he snorted, opening his locker and stowing his effects.

At worst, he’d get something to bully Smolder over later - at best, he’d get a new fuck-buddy and expand his erotic horizons just a bit. He smiled and shook his head while he made his way through the hallways and in the direction of the dorm wing. Had somepony told him he’d spontaneously be asked to screw a dragon that afternoon, he would have laughed in their face and told them they should speak to Counselor Glimmer, yet it sure looked like that’s what was going to end up happening.

Having some time before his little date was a blessing and a curse. After he returned to his room, he took a shower, helped himself to a small snack, and ultimately tried to distract himself by reading comics - key word being tried. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but think about what he was going to be doing very, very shortly.

He twisted on his bed, peeked out the window, and frowned. Though he’d been expressly told to show up at sunset, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to wait that long. Pushing himself up and hopping to the floor, he paced around his room while inadvertently whipping himself up into a stupor. Getting his dick wet would be all well and good, enough to satisfy any stallion, but there was more to it than that - much more.

The way he saw it, he could use his impending fling to his advantage. Smolder was a little different from most mares - er - reptiles, and their friendship reflected it. He’d compete with her, play pranks on her, and tease her about the smallest thing, yet she took it all in stride and gave as good as she got. If he could bring out her feminine side, making her squeal his name while he rocked her world, he’d have a powerful tool to harass her with for ages.

As he glanced up at his clock and saw it was only just past five, realizing he had another two hours to wait until evening, his patience wore thin. To Tartarus with it - he wasn’t going to just loiter around and work by her schedule. She’d put him in the corner and requested he pay her a visit, so she could deal with him being fashionably early.

Setting his brow, he marched out of his room and made a beeline to the nearest stairwell. If he was expected to lay pipe like a feathered gigolo, he was going to have at least some say with how he conducted himself. He reached Smolder’s within minutes, having trotted up to the mare’s wing, and knocked on her door.

“Smolder,” he called, hearing movement within her chamber. “Smolder, I can hear you -”

Before he could finish, the door swung open and he was dragged inside. The sudden move took him completely off guard and was almost enough to send him falling face-first to the floor, but he was able to catch himself and prevent an inglorious opening to what would be an interesting exchange. He rose to his full height and lifted a finger, fully intent on telling her that she didn’t have to be so rough, and went rigid.

The cool sensation of something around his neck, something that hadn’t been there moments prior, was eclipsed by the sight of a long, leather strap that ran from Smolder’s hand up to him. In stunned silence, he ran a claw up to his throat and had his suspicions confirmed. A collar - she’d slapped a collar on him!

“Somepony’s eager,” she hummed, menacingly reeling the leash around her hand.

At a loss for words, it took him a moment to find his voice. “Really…?”

“Yeah, really,” she chuckled, pulling him closer. “What? You didn’t think I’d just let you waltz in here and go to pound-town ~ did you?”

As a matter of fact, he had thought they were going to fuck and be done with it, although that apparently been what she had in mind. Trying and failing to think of a witty response, something to defuse the situation and give him some sort of an edge, he scrunched his beak when she turned away and hauled on the lead. Maybe he’d been wrong - maybe face-planting would have been a better way to kick things off.

“Come on - there ya go,” she muttered, peeking over her shoulder at him. “There’s a good colt.”

The word, while not the most accurate, was enough to make him suppress a thrilled shiver. He was used to dealing with her having all the subtlety of a brick, but this - this was something altogether different. There was a slight sway in her hips, her tone was positively dripping with lecherous intent, and she’d leashed him like a mongrel, putting him at a distinct disadvantage right from the get-go.

She seated herself on the side of her bed, gave the lead a bit of slack, and reclined on one arm. “Since you’re new to all this, I’m gonna keep this simple. How about you come over here and warm me up…”

If what she’d said didn’t clue him in to her meaning, her actions sure as heck did. Spreading her legs, she brazenly showed off her naughty bits. The irony didn’t escape him - even though she walked around buck naked all of the time, leaving her bare body on display for anypony and everypony in the school, he’d never paid her loins any mind - not until that moment.

He stared in amazement at her groin, drinking in the sight of her nethers as though it was the first time ever seeing them. To say her anatomy was different from a quadruped would be an understatement, but there were a few similarities. The mound of her pussy was hairless and slightly darker in color than her underbelly, a sign of her arousal if he had to guess, and she looked extremely tight.

“If you do a decent job, I might let you take a picture later,” she breathed through a toothy grin.

Closing his eyes for just a moment, he collected himself. All he had to do was eat her out, it was that simple - yeah, he’d never gone down on a reptile before, but it couldn’t be that different from doing it with a hippogriff ~ right? He stepped closer, ready to start things on the right claw, ran his tongue over his beak, and came to a shuddering halt.

Smolder’s eyes narrowed as she peered over at him. “What’s up?”

“My beak guard,” he groaned. “If you give me just a second, I’ll run back to my room and -”

“Who said anything about a beak guard?” she huffed, snorting a small gout of smoke from her nose.

His mouth felt like it was full of sand as she drew him in. “B…but -”

“But nothing,” she growled. “I ain’t no chicken, so get over here and put yourself to use…”

Though it had only been a matter of seconds, her demeanor had shifted wildly. Gone was the devil-may-care dragoness he’d befriended, replaced by a cold, stern reptile who demanded service. While his carefully laid plans to get her off and lord a climax over her had been instantaneously derailed, he’d be lying if he said her pushy attitude wasn’t provocative.

The last thing he wanted to do was risk giving her a nick with his beak, especially when it came somewhere so sensitive, but she’d given him no choice in the matter. Leaving would end poorly, both for his sense of pride and any reputation he may or may not have gained for himself, and Smolder wasn’t one who was easily swayed - bearing that in mind, he anxiously smiled and crossed to her. Like Grandpa Gruff always said, it was time to put up and shut up - or something like that.

As his beak passed her thighs, he drew a breath and faltered. The smell which struck him was unlike any other and a sharp contrast to Silver’s marehood. Rich, exotic, and overwhelmingly strong, so potent that he could almost feel himself growing lightheaded from it, her aroma was as bold as she was.

“Want a better look?” she rumbled.

He lifted his head and peeked up at her face and watched as she ran a hand down her abdomen and to her groin. The moment she used her fingers to prize her lower lips apart, the fragrance he’d detected doubled in strength, but that wasn’t what held his rapt attention. A small stream of what had to be amorous juices dribbled from her entrance, down over her pucker, and to the base of her tail as her depths were exposed.

There’d been a moment when he’d wondered if she was really aroused or if she was just putting on an act, but that notion went straight out the window when he saw how wet she was. In awe, he took another small step forward. There was no she could be faking being this turned on, not unless dragons could somehow will themselves to start leaking like a broken faucet, and his inhibitions took a blow because of it.

All but forgetting about the collar and leash he’d been adorned with, he failed to notice her moving until it was too late. In the blink of an eye, her trap was sprung. She locked her ankles behind his head, flexed her legs, and slammed his face to her crotch. Given no time to resist, save for opening his beak to give a startled squawk, he squirmed against her.

“What’s the matter?” she laughed, bucking her hips and grinding her snatch against him. “I thought you colts liked having dessert before dinner!”

Aside from weathering her derision, he was in a tight spot in more ways than one. She was surprisingly strong for a creature her size, being able to out-lift most of the guys in Dash’s P.E. class, and she showed perilously little self-restraint when it came to overpowering anypony. As he grew drunk on her musk, she patted the top of his head and brought his writhing to an end.

She locked eyes with him and fell still, yet her hold on him didn’t ease in the slightest. “This’d be a lot easier for the both of us if you put that energy into eating my cunt…”

She was right, though he was loath to admit it. The only way he was going to get out was if he could loosen her grip, and the only way to do that was to give her what she wanted. Seating himself on the floor at the side of her bed, he lifted his claws, grabbed her hips, and dug in like it was the last meal of his life.

“Oh yeah,” she groaned as her eyes fluttered. “That’s the stuff.”

While he was happy to hear that she approved of him ravaging her, he knew he had a long, long way to go until either of them was satisfied. Her pussy was like a furnace, vastly hotter than Silver’s goods, and the unfamiliar, almost spicy tang of her nectar was incredible, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. This wasn’t lovemaking, this wasn’t just a fling - he was simply a plaything to get her off, and he absolutely loved it.

He couldn’t explain it - heck, he could barely wrap his head around it, but something about being used really got him going. Was she actually going to let him screw her? Would she be mad if he jacked off while lapping at her cunt? Could he be a masochist? Grappling with all manner of possibilities, he committed himself to the task at claw.

Silver would often let him do as he pleased when he went down on her, simply enjoying herself and happy to have him licking her pussy, but Smolder was a different beast entirely - heavy emphasis on the beast part. As or more energetic than he was, the randy reptile practically fucked herself without a shred of concern for his well-being. Every time he tried to take a breath, she ran her cunt over his nose and cut him off from air.

Constricting her depths around his tongue, she wolfishly peered down at him. “Really get in there…”

He’d assumed he’d be able to best her, utilizing the skills he’d honed with Silver, but he’d woefully underestimated her zeal. Her depraved actions perfectly matched her obscene remarks as she dominated him in every sense of the word. She had him right where she wanted him, bringing him to heel as though he were a puppy.

“Right there,” she snarled, leaning in and grabbing the plumage on his crown. “Beak my clit, slut!”

He would have credited his determination with obliging her, but that wasn’t the case. She’d told him what to do, so he did it - it was as simple as that. Outside of the room, before he’d shown up at her room, they’d been close friends, although that dynamic shifted as soon as the door had been closed and locked behind him. She’d made him her bitch, her toy, and the only way he was going to escape was when she let him escape.

On and on he went, focusing on her clit while rubbing her sides and thighs with his foreclaws. His face was slathered, he absolutely reeked of dragon pussy, and he was so hard that it hurt - actually hurt, yet he didn’t relent. It was only after a small eternity, having lost all track of time, did his efforts bear fruit.

With her thighs trembling and her tone shifting, raising an octave as she groaned, she came. An absolute torrent of nectar washed over his face and down his gullet, with a healthy portion filling his lungs, while her howl of ecstasy reverberated throughout the chamber. He threw himself back as quickly as he could, seizing the moment and freeing himself.

“H…hey,” she rasped, fighting through her bliss, “who s…said you were finished?”

“I - Cough - I didn’t want to drown,” he wheezed, dumbfounded that she wasn’t a gibbering, satiated heap.

Shakily pushing herself up, she slipped from the bed, nearly collapsed, and unsteadily shambled to the corner of her room. “We’re just getting started.”

He cocked his head as she made her way over to a suspended chair. Hanging from a support beam in the ceiling was an oversized bean-bag, one he’d sat upon many times in the past. As she fiddled with the piece of furniture, removing the large, padded sack to reveal the straps cradling it, his confusion mounted.

Looking back at him, she glanced beneath him and went slack-jawed. “Holy heck…”

He followed her gaze and looked back at himself. She’d been so preoccupied with putting him in his place that she hadn’t gotten a good look at his allegedly fabled endowment until just them. With the corners of his beak turning up, he flexed his groin and slapped his dick against his belly.

“Think you can handle it?” he whispered, praying she wouldn’t see through his confident facade.

He’d made her cum, but she wasn’t finished with him yet. The opening act was finished, and neither of them were going to back down until one or both of them were completely spent. Though he was still relatively new to doing anything lewd with anypony other than himself, he wasn’t about to back down - especially not from Smolder.

She cackled and shook her head, ignoring the fact that she was drenched from the waist down, and wagged a finger at him. “That’s pretty funny, Gallus. But seriously, the real question is do you think you can handle me?”

“Is…is that…” he croaked as she adjusted two of the straps dangling beside herself.

“Well it ain’t just good for lounging in,” she giggled. Jumping up and landing on one of the thick bands of leather, she placed her feet in what he’d always thought were handholds and laid back. “Now you got two options: you can either come over here and get yourself a second helping or you can put that fat cock of yours to work.”

To hammer her point home, her invitation was all the more titillating by her presentation. With her legs lifted and spread, held by a pair of the straps bolted to the ceiling, she curled her tail around one thigh and licked her chops. She’d had a sex-swing in her room the whole time, carefully concealing it as an innocent bean-bag chair, and he was speechless that he’d only just figured out what it really was.

Idly fingering herself, she batted an eye at him. “If you do a good enough job plowing my brains out, I might just suck your dick clean after we’re finished…”

The promise of her blowing him after he’d creampied her was the final nail in his coffin. Care and consideration flew out the window, what little discipline he had crumbled to ash, and his bestial wants overtook him in an instant. He was upon her in a heartbeat, gracing her entrance with the tip of his dick, but he was denied her depths.

Placing a foot on his chest, stopping him from going any further, she smirked. “Kiss it first…”

He pecked her clawed toes without hesitation, wrenched back to reality by her order. “N…now can I -”

“Beg for it,” she added.

“Please,” he whimpered, feeling as though he was teetering on the brink of madness.

Withdrawing her leg, she caressed her chest. “Good colt…”

He drove his hips forward slowly, tempered by her cool demeanor. Her body heat was stifling around his cock, almost uncomfortably so, and she was even more snug than he’d thought she would be. Peeking down at his crotch and seeing he’d buried nearly half of his length, he steadied himself and started railing her in earnest.

“B…Buck,” she moaned. “Silver w…wasn’t kidding.”

All it had taken was a few thrusts, less than a claw full, for her composure to waver. Her depths quivered around him, tightening when he withdrew, but it was her voice that gave away her a hint of weakness. He couldn’t say if she’d bitten off more than she could chew, if his technique was actually decent, or if the foreplay had dealt her a blow - regardless of what was behind it, he was given a glimmer of hope.

As he angled his plunges upward to better plow against her g-spot, she mewled and twisted in her restraints. She felt amazing, she looked incredible, and the sound of her unfettered glee was phenomenal, making the trial she’d put him through completely worthwhile. Bending forward and drawing his claws up her sides, he clutched her wrists and pulled her arms up.

She’d shown no signs of being close to her limit, yet she came the moment his beak graced her flat, featureless chest. He’d occasionally speculated on what erogenous zones dragons and dragonesses had, seeing as how they didn’t have any breasts to speak of, and he was pleasantly surprised to discover her lack of tits didn’t rob her of any sensitivity. More fired up than ever, he steadily ratcheted up the intensity of his rutting.

She screamed and twisted in place, gushing juices over him and the floor without a care in the world. There was a very real, almost guaranteed chance that any of her neighbors or fellow students on the floor could hear exactly what she was doing, but that wasn’t enough to deter either of them. Now that the cat was out of the bag, with Silver having spilled the beans to heaven knows how many of his classmates, it didn’t matter who was listening in - that and he was too preoccupied to care.

Succumbing to his urges, he reveled in everything she had to offer. It was funny to think he’d had hang-ups about getting his dick wet, having remained chaste in the hopes of finding a special somepony, even if they weren’t a pony, but he was happy he’d finally taken the plunge and joined his friends with their unchecked hedonism. As his grunts and snorts mingled with her groans of delight, a sinful symphony filled the air.

Silver’s record for consecutive orgasms with him was three - a record that Smolder obliterated outright. Time and again, she climaxed over and over and over again while growing louder and more crass with each release. Her legs may have remained where they were, held by the bands of leather from overhead, but that didn’t stop her from using her mouth and tail.

“Harder! Plow me like the chicks you fantasized about in Griffonstone! Don’t stop until you knock me up with an entire clutch of eggs!”

The dirty talk chipped away at his withering endurance, driving him to the very cusp of release. He could have cum any time, now that he’d lost track of how many times she’d soaked both him and her carpet, although he wanted to push himself. The only way he’d get better in bed was by testing his limits, and the only way he was going to do that was with experience.

In the end, after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, he passed the point of no return. He growled as he came, hilting her and pumping her full of his essence. The ecstasy which consumed him was hard-fought and well-earned, not for the least of which reasons being she came one final time along with him.

Growing still, covered in sweat and gasping for breath, she stroked his back. “Buck…”

He shifted and looked at her face with a silly smile on his beak. “Y…yeah…”

His muscles ached, he was in dire need of a shower, and he’d likely just made his slatternly reputation worse, but felt fantastic. He’d slayed a dragon in an all but literal sense, proving he might actually be a fairly competent lover. Kissing her chest once again, he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah yeah,” she clucked, clenching around his gradually softening length, “don’t let it get to your head, bird brain.”

“Just as long as you don’t start using me like a living sex-toy,” he countered.

Freeing her legs and closing them around the small of his back, she brought a claw under his beak and lifted his chin. “No promises…”

While he panted atop her, moments from giving a rebuttal, an odd noise caught his ear. Looking over to her closet, hearing what sounded like muted whining and movement from within, he grimaced. “Is - uh - is there something in your -”

“Y…you can come out now,” she mumbled.

His heart sank and a pit formed in his stomach as the closet door gradually swung open. He should have known that somepony had been eavesdropping or possibly peeping in on them, considering Smolder had just instructed somepony to come out, yet he was unprepared for what he saw. Waving and nervously smiling at him sat none other than Sandbar.

“Dude?!” he squawked.

Smolder freed one leg and brought her food behind his back, keeping him entombed in her quivering snatch. “He wanted to watch.”

“And you let him?!?” he bleated.

“Yeah,” Sandbar sighed, stepping forward while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “After hearing what Silver was saying, I -”

“She told you too?!?” Gallus yelped. “The next time I see Silver, I swear I’m gonna - wait,” he coughed, cutting himself off. “I thought you were straight?”

Lifting and teetering a forehoof from side to side, Sandbar blushed. “Eeeeeeh…”

“He said he’s gonna return the favor,” Smolder tittered.

Gallus reared back and glared at her. “Return the favor for -”

Grabbing him and pulling him closer, she brought her muzzle to his ear. “For when he gets his turn with you, stud…”

The gravitas of what she said hit him like a ton of bricks. Not only had he unwittingly put on an exhibitionistic show, but he was apparently expected to stick his dick in another friend - a stallion friend. As the final drops of his seed were milked from his shaft, he finally understood that the situation wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it was - it was much, much worse…

Sandbar

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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…”

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“Go get her, tiger,” Smolder laughed, slapping Gallus’ backside as he trudged out of her room.

Standing just beside the smirking dragoness, Sandbar brushed a lock of mane away from his face. “Just let us know how it went ~ alright?”

Gallus didn’t look back at the pair while he apathetically trudged down the hallway, though he did dismissively wave a wing in their direction. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll catch you two later…”

In no rush whatsoever, he slowly trotted in the direction of Trixie’s office. As far as he was concerned, she could deal with waiting for a bit before he showed up. The uppity professor hadn’t mentioned exactly when he was supposed to show up, and it wasn’t like he was excited to get chewed out, so he could excuse himself for taking his time - that being said, he wasn’t about to stop by the cafeteria for, as Smolder had put it, his final meal.

While he wasn’t overly concerned with whatever Trixie had to say to him, given that he was far from the only student indulging their passionate urges, he knew he was going to be in for a tongue lashing at best or some sort of a write-up at worst - not like he didn’t deserve either. Truthfully, this was what he needed - a wake up call to get him back on track to help him salvage the rest of his semester. As he gradually descended a flight of stairs, going down to the first floor and where the professors’ offices were, he dwelled on what he was going to say at the impending intervention.

Trixie was a bit different than most of - well, no, all of the other teachers. Most of the professors were experts in their fields, like Starlight and Sunburst lectured extensively on the arcane or the Elements of Harmony giving lessons on life and all the complexities therein, but Trixie just sort of yammered on about stage performances, her grand adventures, and whatever else came to mind - in a nutshell, even without having a dick, she was more interested in sucking herself off than imparting any wisdom. There’d been days when he wondered if she’d landed the job purely from nepotism, clearly being unqualified for her position, but that wouldn’t help him in dealing with her.

Coming into the school’s vacant, central hallway, he spotted her office and sighed. Regardless of what happened or how much trouble he was actually in, at least he could say he had a good time before he was admonished. The night prior, after Trixie’s unexpected appearance, he’d made the executive decision to crash in Smolder’s room and have a bit of fun - after all, if he really was going to be the only one of the three getting detention, he may as well go out with a bang.

Thinking back to the things he’d done with both Sandbar and Smolder, he smirked. They’d stayed awake into the wee hours of the morning, he’d ended up passing out on the floor, and he was pretty sure that his hasty shower before departing hadn’t been enough wash out all of the dragoness nectar and jizz out of his fur and plumage, but it had been worth it. Though he’d been a bit reluctant to do anything with a stallion the day prior, his opinion on the matter had shifted dramatically.

He halted before Trixie’s office, took a breath to center himself, and clutched the door handle. “Trixie, it’s Gallus…”

Opening the door and peeking inside, he found her sitting at her desk with a steaming mug. In an instant, he knew something was up. On any other day, she’d loudly greet him or ask him what he wanted, even though she was the one who’d told him to be there in the first place, yet she was eerily silent. Nodding to him, she motioned to the empty seat opposite to herself.

“Please, sit,” she flatly intoned, “and shut the door behind yourself. We’re not going to need any interruptions.”

“Oooooookay,” he murmured, stepping inside. “Listen,” he began, kicking the door closed behind himself, “I don’t know why -”

“Who do you think you are?” she barked, cutting him off and slamming a forehoof against her desk.

His eyes widened as he wheeled around to face her, shocked by the outburst and sudden sound. “I - huh?”

Unseating herself and trotting around her desk, she closed the gap between them and prodded his chest with a forehoof. “You heard me!”

“I’m - uh - I’m Gallus?” he responded, nonplussed. “You didn’t -”

“And you presume you can upstage me ~ me?!” she blared, driving him back until his tush was pressed up against the exit.

Staring up at her, seeing she was just how upset she was, he swallowed hard. He’d assumed he’d get a slap on the wrist and a scolding, but he’d severely underestimated just how ticked off she was. As he lifted a trembling claw, fully prepared to ask for her mercy and promise he’d remain chaste until after graduation, what she’d said sank in.

“Upstaged?” he coughed. “Professor Trixie, what the hay are you -”

“Don’t pretend to play innocent with me, mister,” she groused. Wheeling around and pacing about her office, she waved a hoof while holding her snout in the air. “Look at me! I’m Gallus the big-dicked griffon! I bet all the stallions and mares want a piece of me!”

Gallus had always wondered if Trixie was all there in the head, but this was far and away the craziest thing he’d ever seen her do. She blathered on and on about how he was supposedly doing everything in his power to woo the students and faculty alike, going so far as to pantomime him stroking off or plowing his alleged harem of lovers. Her nonsensical, unhinged claims bordered on the ludicrous, the sort of things even the most diehard conspiracy theorist couldn’t dream up if they tried, and he struggled to wrap his head around them.

Waiting until she took a breather and sip of her cocoa, he stepped forward while rubbing one temple. “Let me get this straight ~ you think I’m trying to seduce -”

“Everypony, yes,” she declared. “I’ll have you know that I’m going to put these shenanigans of yours to an end.”

“Trixie, please,” he sighed. “I know this might break your heart, but I am not trying to -”

“If anypony is going to entice your classmates and teachers, it’s going to be me,” she growled. “The great and sensual Trixie will not be outshone by a mere griffon, no matter how well-endowed he may or may not be!”

He blinked, trying and failing to process what was happening. Outshone? What in the hay was she talking about?! All he’d done was have a fling or dozen, sleeping with only three of his classmates and friends! She didn’t really think he had some sort of elaborate, machiavellian scheme to enthrall the entire school ~ did she?

“Trixie,” he grumbled, closing his eyes and praying the headache that was coming on wasn’t a full-blown aneurysm, “I don’t think you get it. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry that I - we were sort of loud when we were…you know…”

“Hmmph!” she snorted, whipping around and turning her back to him. “I don’t want to hear your apologies.”

With the throbbing in his head only getting worse, he slowly exhaled. “Then what do you want?”

“Oh I don’t want anything, not from you and especially not from that thick - er, nevermind,” she muttered. “Detention. I said you’re going to get detention, so you’re going to get detention - no ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

“For how long…?” he groaned.

“Forever,” she huffed. “I’ll be talking to Twilight about moving your bed into the detention hall and…”

As she droned on and on, waxing poetic about how he was going to be kept prisoner throughout and even after his graduation, he lifted his gaze and froze. Her cape had slipped off her hindquarters and hung over her left flank, allowing him to get his first idea of what the real problem was. The dampened fur on her inner thighs, her flagged tail, and her winking, leaking marehood left no room for doubt - she was extremely turned on.

He glanced up to her face and realized that she was so caught up in her monologuing that she hadn’t noticed him looking squarely at her goods - that or she had and didn’t care. There was no way - no possible way that this was a trap. Trixie was a great many things, including possibly mentally handicapped in some capacity, but she was not a tactician ~ or was she?

Torn between being flattered, flabbergasted, and fairly annoyed, his thoughts raced. Had Trixie fooled everypony in the school into thinking she was a simple-minded street performer? Could she really be unaware of how turned on she currently was? Was there even the slightest chance that he’d been outwitted by a magician who could barely use real magic? Utterly perplexed, he stiffened when she rounded on and leveled a forehoof at him.

“Well?” she grunted. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Any reasonable student would have begged for her forgiveness and then spoken to Twilight as quickly as they could, but he wasn’t exactly in a reasonable mood. He’d had to wake up far earlier than he wanted to on a Saturday, Sandbar and Smolder would probably be teasing him for weeks about being called to her office, and he wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if word was already spreading that he was in trouble for something - with all that in mind, the corners of his beak turned up.

Lazily trotting over to her, he donned his best puppy dog look. “I’m so sorry, Trixie. Is there any way - any way at all that I can make it up to you?”

Though she didn’t budge and her expression barely wavered, her eyes shot beneath him. “Your apology isn’t accepted…”

“There has to be something I can do ~ right?” he whined as he flexed his pelvis and sent blood coursing to his nethers.

Despite his best efforts to will himself erect, he was going to need some time. With all the loads he’d blown in Smolder’s room, his baffling morning, and the possibility that he was effectively trying to bribe a professor with sex, expecting an instant boner wasn’t the easiest thing to pull off. Latching onto the first idea that came to mind, he smirked.

He took another step and brought his beak to within inches of her snout. “Come on, teach, maybe I could convince you to take it easy on me - after all, I am a rather cunning linguist.”

The moment he ran his tongue over his beak, she sneered. “Oh no - you are not going to talk your way out of this!” she balked. Pushing him away and whipping around, she threw her chest to the floor and shamelessly displayed her marehood. “The only way you might convince me to cut you a break is if you eat my pussy!”

“I…” Gallus stopped himself, swearing he could feel a blood vessel bursting in his brain.

Yeah, she was retarded, there was no doubt about it, but at least he’d gotten his answer. As unbelievable as it was, he’d been tricked - hoodwinked even, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. On one claw, having the opportunity to do the nasty with an older mare, and a teacher no less, would be one heck of an accomplishment - on the other, should the students or her coworkers find out they’d gotten busy in her office, he’d probably get into trouble - real trouble.

Lifting a foreleg and patting her flank, he locked eyes with her. “Can you cast a sound dampening spell on your office?”

She straightened up and flipped her mane as she faced him. “Why would you want that?”

“Do you want somepony hearing us?” he countered. He would have liked to say she’d been pulling his leg, that she couldn’t be that daft, but the look of realization dawning on her cemented the notion that she wasn’t the sharpest grapefruit spoon in the drawer. “Not saying we’ll be too loud, but it can’t hurt to be -”

“Watch and be amazed!” she proclaimed, pushing him aside as sparks crackled from her horn. Tensing from hoof to head, she stared daggers at the door for a split second before peeking back at him. “There!”

He looked from the door to her and back to the exit. Aside from the brief discharge of magic, there’d been no sign that she’d done anything whatsoever. The room appeared the same, the telltale sound of spellwork was completely absent, and whatever she’d done had been completed in an all but literal flash, immediately raising his suspicions. It wasn’t a secret that her affinity for sorcery wasn’t the best, but he had no reason to believe she’d fake something so important.

“If you’re sure that’ll do it,” he breathed as she trotted by him.

Easing herself onto the desk and knocking ungraded papers, her mug of cocoa, and a potted plant to the floor in the process, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. “Bet you’ve never seen one of these before…” she confidently hummed, reaching down to rub her groin.

Her statement was as nonsensical as it was idiotic. She’d caught him red-clawed with his dick in a dragon, and she’d undoubtedly heard about how he’d railed Silverstream, so what she’d just said didn’t make a lick of sense - nevertheless, she did make one heck of a presentation. Keeping his attention on her loins and away from her face, lest her haughty expression detract from the moment, he inspected her goods.

He had to admit, even though she may have been a few cards short of a deck, her marehood did look pretty gosh darn enticing. The hair of her groin thinned over her nethers, allowing him to see the dark, glistening flesh pussy. Though Silverstream had the lower half of a pony, he could already tell that fooling around with Trixie was going to be a different matter entirely.

It wasn’t the fact that Trixie was a fair bit larger and bigger than him that gave him a moment for pause, it was that she likely had much, much more experience with carnal affairs than him. Considering she’d gone so far as to lure him to her office with a veiled threat, he was led to believe he would be the latest in any number of sexual conquests - heck, for all he knew, she’d done this to some of his classmates as well! Shrugging his shoulders, he lifted his book bag from over his head and set it on the floor.

“One second,” he noted, holding up a claw.

He was lucky that he’d thrown his beak guard in his bag because he was going to need it. Smolder might not have cared about the safety precaution, but that didn’t apply to everypony. Winning Trixie over would demand nothing short of his A game, a culmination of all the skills he’d accumulated since he’d popped his cherry, and that’s what he was going to give her.

Slipping the little rubberized sheath over his beak, he shifted and moved between her outstretched legs. The dark, velvety skin of her sex and the unmistakable scent of her lust wildly inspirational - so much so that he didn’t need to try to get hard. With his cock emerging from its sheath, swelling and preparing itself to be put to use, he brought his face to her groin and sharply inhaled.

“Smells good, doesn’t it?” she conceitedly inquired, hooking a fetlock to the back of his head. “I know you’ve been dying to see me like this…”

He shrugged off her wild claim and sank his tongue into her silken folds. She did smell pretty nice, and her marehood didn’t look that bad either, but he saw no point in giving her a shred of validation. If she wanted to think that he’d imagined her in Silver, Smolder, or even Sandbar’s place, that was perfectly fine in his book; as long as he could get her off, put a new notch in his belt, and not end up in hot water, he could put up with her bombastic ego.

As he ravaged her with his beak and tongue, tenderly nibbling her bulging clit and lapping at her snatch, he employed every tool in his amorous arsenal. She may not have been a hippogriff, and she definitely wasn’t a dragon, but there were certain weaknesses that any female had. Fixating on the tender bud of flesh pressed to his beak, he was rewarded by a blissful howl from above.

“This…this is amazing!” Trixie howled.

He looked past her modest bosoms and to her face. If she was faking, she was doing a darn good job at it. Her expression, the subtle tremor in her thighs, and the shift in her tone all smacked of a mare who was enjoying herself, basking in his affection, which piqued his curiosity and bolstered his resolve. Humming around her clit, he extended his wings up to her abdomen.

His pinions played over her breasts, teasing her nipples and causing her to whimper and writhe against him. In the relatively brief time he’d spent in sensual waters, he’d developed a fondness for teats. The soft pillows of flesh were fun to play with, pretty darn hot to look at, and were the perfect thing to tease before or during a tryst. He kept his eyes on her face while his feathers kneaded her bosoms and his tongue danced over her entrance.

Arching her back, she lifted her hips. “S…so good!” she shouted, nearly knocking her hat off but somehow having the wherewithal to grab it before it fell off her head. “I - Oh buck - I c…can see why you’re so popular!”

Getting his ego stroked by an older mare did wonders for his pride, but he wasn’t going to let it get to his heat - not yet anyways. Continuing to feast upon her, he chuckled to himself. This was easy - almost too easy. Just as it crossed his mind that she may be acting, simply putting on a performance to get him excited, she wailed and gushed nectar over his face.

He recoiled and coughed a not inconsiderable amount of nectar from his lungs. He’d figured she had to be getting close, but her climax had struck completely out of the blue - furthermore, while he was used to Smolder squirting when she came, Trixie was in a league all her own. Screaming and practically convulsing on the desk, clearing the wooden surface of anything but her shuddering frame, she uncontrollably gushed marish juices all over herself and the floor.

Simply standing there and watching her ride out her ecstasy, Gallus was unable to decide if her climax was genuine or a performance. Trixie was a showmare, she always had been and to an extent always would be, which made the sheer theatrics of her orgasm seem almost too extreme to be real. He waited until she’d fallen still and silent, thankful that nopony could hear her caterwauling, before he cleared his throat.

“Do - um - do you want me to keep going?” he asked, keenly aware of his now fully rigid cock.

Trixie shakily lifted her head and peeked down at him with blurry, unfocused eyes. “J…just give me a second…”

He should have obliged her, giving her a moment to recuperate whether she was feigning weakness or not, yet the urge to ignore her request was powerful - so powerful that he wanted to disobey her. She couldn’t be that bad off, seeing as how she’d probably had as good or better in her day - besides, she’d been the one who’d essentially asked for this. Trotting to her and rearing onto his hind legs, he slammed his claws to either side of her waist.

“I - Cough - s…said give me a minute,” she croaked. “The great and very soggy Trixie needs to - good gravy!”

Running his dick over her crotch, he smirked down at her. “What?”

“I…h….how…” she stammered, gawking at the crimson length resting her.

“Yeah, I know,” he mused. “I’ve heard it feels way, way bigger than it looks…”

Even with the disparity of their sizes, the tip of his shaft reached the valley of her teats. Seeing just how deep he was going to go was profoundly arousing, but her awestruck expression was what really got him going. Though he still couldn’t be entirely certain about if she was pulling his chain or not, he was becoming increasingly convinced that she’d actually bitten off more than she could chew.

Having shown off his endowment and put her in a state of speechless shock, quite possibly a first for anypony, he shuffled back and brought the tip of his spear to her entrance. “You think you can -”

“Take me,” she bellowed, grabbing her fetlocks and pulling them up to either side of her head. “Take me like one of your griffin mares - er - hens!”

At the drop of her hat, she was back to her normal, over the top self. Irrespective of whether she could handle him or not, he was done with the playing around. Shifting his claws up to the back of her knees, keeping her hind legs driven upwards, he drove his hips forward and plunged into her.

She came before he could even bury half of his length, shrieking like a crazed banshee while her marehood spasmed and dribbled around his dick. If she wasn’t the best thespian on the planet, he’d just given her an almost apocalyptic climax. Her eyes rolled wildly, drool crept from the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks, and she rambled incoherently about how amazing he felt. He would have slowed and let her savor her rapture, were it not for one thing - he was just getting started.

Sinking deeper and deeper, he only stopped when he felt his cock-head kiss her womb. While she was significantly looser than either of his past partners had been, her feeble grip on his shaft was actually a pleasant departure. As he steadied himself and withdrew, quickly falling into a steady rhythm of plowing her, he closed his eyes and relished her like a fine, albeit boisterous wine.

She made no move to milk his length or take an active part, but he wasn’t bothered by her lack of initiative in the slightest. Since Silver, Smolder, and Sandbar had all been quite eager in giving as good as they got, screwing the quivering, braying mare was actually quite refreshing. She was like a living sex-toy that was simply happy to be used, and use her he did.

It didn’t take her long to climax again, filling the air with obscenities while marish cream flowed from her stuffed cunt. With every plunge he delivered, he became more and more convinced that her actions were the real deal. The shouting, her nearly constant squirting, the way she begged him for more - they had to be legitimate. Dipping his waist slightly, he thrust forward and hammered away at her g-spot.

He stopped counting after her fifth orgasm, having no need to keep track of them all. Little by little, plunge after plunge, an unfamiliar feeling welled up within him. She felt fantastic, the sight of her beneath him was great, and she sounded like a horny demon, but it was the power - heaven help him, the power of dominating her is what really spurred him onward. Reining himself in, he took an almost languid pace at ruining her.

“Want me to keep going?” he mused, hoping she’d be able to speak.

With a pleading, downright desperate look in her eyes, she peered up at him and feverishly nodded. “Y…yes!”

Giving a particularly hard plunge, one that made her mewl out, he smirked. “Maybe you should inspire me.”

“Y…you’re the best,” she whined, gasping as he hilted and gyrated against her. “I…I’ve never - Aaaaaghn!”

“Never what?” he urged, reveling in her weakness. “Go on, don’t be shy…”

“I’ve n…never had any better,” she falteringly continued.

Every creature on the planet had something to offer the world, whether it was in the bedroom or not. Ponies were relatively well-hung and some could fly or use magic, changelings could change their form at will, yaks were phenomenally strong, and hippogriffs were masters of the air, land, and sea. While there wasn’t anything that elevated griffons higher than any other species, Gallus used every ability he had to its fullest.

His claws played over her body, teasing her and rubbing her legs, chest, and sides, while his wings danced against her hide. Even if his cock hadn’t been as large as it was, being well above an average size, he was well aware of how good the soft little barbs along his length felt. There hadn’t been a creature he’d screwed who hadn’t adored the shape and features of his dick, and now Trixie was getting her chance to appreciate the apparently sublime texture of his tool.

With her toes curling and thrashing so hard that her hat finally dislodged itself, Trixie came yet again. “Yes, ruin me!!!”

Regardless of whether or not it was true, the assertion that he was going to ruin her tapped into his inner stud. This was what she’d wanted, even if she couldn’t have understood how it would play out, and he was not going to disappoint her. Closing her hind legs and lifting them vertically, keeping her hooves pressed together, he reached around her thighs with his wings and twisted her nipples.

Making her climax was a trivial task, taking perilously little effort, but he enjoyed and savored each and every orgasm which struck her. Like many times as of late, since his fateful fling with Silver, he’d discovered something new about himself. It was only then, hearing and feeling her cum for the umpteenth time, that he fully understood his true potential.

He really was a stud, a male of nigh limitless potential, and that revelation was incredible beyond words. In spite of all the advantages Trixie should have had against him, he had her wrapped around his claw like a plaything! With a wolfish grin on his face, he lowered her legs and shifted her onto one side.

Though it may have been his hubris speaking, he felt like he could conquer any mare he set his sights upon. Younger creatures, even seasoned ones like his friends, didn’t stand a chance against him, and he was still new at this! With time, patience, and an open mind, there wouldn’t be anypony who could stand against him in a sexual arena.

“Tighten up,” he grunted, slapping her rump and sending a ripple through her ass.

She either wouldn’t or couldn’t form a reply, but she obeyed him without question. The small change in positioning was fantastic, letting him see her face and her marehood clinging to his pistoning length on his backstrokes. Lifting one claw to his face, while using the other to knead her backside, he licked his digits before lowering them to her rear.

Since she hadn’t mentioned anything about what he could or couldn’t do with her, having drawn no boundaries whatsoever, he was going to see what he could get away with. A single claw in her backdoor went unnoticed, two made her whine, and a third drove her to another orgasm. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

He fingered her ass while he hastened his pace, plowing her like she was a fertile field in spring. Each thrust came harder and faster than the one before as he inched closer and closer to his limit. Though he hadn’t anticipated things taking such a bawdy turn with her, he certainly wouldn’t mind volunteering for some extra credit with her in the future.

The passionate night he’d spent with Sandbar and Smolder improved his endurance remarkably, letting him last far longer than he would have under ordinary circumstances, but even he wasn’t without his limits. Sensing himself reaching the threshold, he went all out and raced to the finish line. Now that he’d indulged her, nearly fucking her into a coma, he doubted she’d care or even notice when he finished, unless…

Holding on as long as he could, waiting until he felt the first shot of seed rocketing through his throbbing shaft, he pulled back, unsheathed his length, and fiercely clutched his dick. Giving her a creampie would have been pleasant for both of them, although that didn’t feel right. After all the stress she’d caused him, marking her with his essence, knowing she couldn’t teleport to the safety and privacy of her wagon, was the most fitting way to end things.

Rope after rope of rich, thick spunk sailed over her body, glazing her thighs, tush, chest, and even her face, while he jacked himself off through his climax. She made no move to stop him, staring into the ether while heaving air into her chest, but she didn’t remain motionless for long. Wiping a strand of his jizz off her cheek, she brought her hoof to her muzzle and licked it clean.

“P…plenty more where that came from,” he breathed, slapping his softening cock against her flank.

To his astonishment, she hauled herself around and began kissing his length. “Y…you’re still getting d…detention…”

He peered down at her, aghast and at a loss for words. “Seriously?!”

“It’s optional,” she wheezed. “If you come to detention every Friday, I’ll fudge your scores and give you a B.”

“Make it an A and we have a deal,” he countered, rolling the dice and keeping his claws crossed that she’d accept the offer.

She gazed up at him and scrunched her snout. “Fine, but you can’t tell anypony about it.”

Nodding, he extended a foreleg down to her. “Only if you promise to do likewise.”

“Deal,” she snorted, swiftly shaking the proffered claw before fully devoting herself to sucking him clean.

All things considered, Gallus was pretty pleased with how the morning had shaped up. He’d gotten his first bit of pony action, his impending detention would be anything but a punishment, and he’d even gotten an extra bit of insurance for his performance in Trixie’s class - yeah, he still planned on fixing his grades himself, but it was nice to know that she’d tweak his scores if need be. Reaching down and wiping a lock of cum-slickened may away from her face, he flinched when the door creaked open behind him.

As he turned and peeked back at the exit, an overwhelming dread consumed him. There weren't one or two faces looking in at him, there were four - no, at least half a dozen. Utterly petrified and statuesque, he watched as somepony was courteous enough to silently close the door. Glancing back down at Trixie, seeing that she either hadn’t heard or had ignored the momentary intrusion, he gave a defeated sigh. Like many times before and, if his lucky or unlucky track record held up, many times yet to come, his life was going to get a bit more complicated…

Celestia

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Bathed in the light creeping in from his window, Gallus cracked an eye and peeked over at his nightstand. It was just after nine in the morning, well after the time classes should have started for the day, but that wasn’t a concern - at least it wouldn’t be for a couple more days. With the spring break upon him, having an entire week to sleep in and do as he pleased, the only things on his schedule were relaxing, sleeping, and doing whatever came to mind.

As he rolled off the bed and landed on his paws and claws, his mind drifted aimlessly. If he’d been more prudent, he would have gotten the jump on some papers and projects that would be due at the end of the semester, but he wanted to give himself at least a day or two to unwind before committing himself to any schoolwork. Wandering to his door and out into the hallway, he grinned.

The school was usually bustling with activity, even on the weekends, but now it was as silent as a grave. Most of the students had opted to go home for the break, leaving the place practically deserted - yeah, there were still a few folks around, but it was basically a ghost town. Trotting through the corridor and in the direction of the cafeteria, he listened to the sound of his talons clicking against the marble floor beneath him.

This was nice, a pleasant departure from what he’d grown used to, and he was loving it so far. He didn’t have to worry about studying, homework, or getting up early to attend class, although those weren’t the only things he had going for him. Since his friends were all absent, gone to visit their respective families, he was free from being lusted over.

It wasn’t that he minded slinging dick for his buddies or Trixie for that matter, although getting down and dirty at the drop of a hat could be a bit of a hassle - a fun hassle, but nevertheless a hassle. Though he was keenly aware that things would pick up just as they’d left off before classes had let out, and that his list of sexual accomplishments would surely grow before the semester was over, that was a bridge he’d cross when he got to it - for the time being, his only concerns were getting some breakfast, possibly going into town to pick up a few comics, and lounging around his room without a care in the world. He lifted his nose and smelled the air, brought back to the present by the smell of fresh waffles or pancakes.

Seeing himself into the dining hall, he trotted past a whole host of vacant tables and over to the service area. A lone, disgruntled mare wearing a manenet watched him approach. Smiling and waving over to her, he picked up a dining tray and napkin-wrapped utensils next to her station.

“Morning, lunch mare Doris,” he yawned. “You doing well today?”

“Eh,” she apathetically grunted. “We got waffles, pancakes, or omelets.”

Gallus hadn’t needed her to tell him what was on the menu, being perfectly capable of seeing the flat-iron and waffle maker resting in front of her. Ordinarily speaking, the cafeteria had a wide variety of options, a literal buffet for students, but operations had been reeled back substantially for the break. With three potential entrees to choose from, he thoughtfully rubbed his chin.

“Let me get an omelet with cheese and extra ham,” he ordered, smiling and doing his best to appear cheerful.

In spite of his attempt to lift her spirits, Doris dispassionately poured liquid egg from a carton onto the griddle and tossed a smattering of cheese and meat onto it. He honestly felt kind of bad for her. From what he’d heard, her cutie mark, a frying pan with an accompanying spatula, had cursed her to a life of service work. There may have been a time when she enjoyed her job, although the novelty of her career had clearly passed.

With a deftness that belied her indifference, she prepared his omelet, slung it onto his plate, and glanced over at him. “Anything else?”

He lifted a clawed digit and prepared to order a pancake, but stopped himself and shook his head. “Nah, I think that’ll do it. Thanks, Doris.”

“Don’t mention it,” she grumbled, keeping her back to him as she wiped down the flat-top grill.

Strolling over to a nearby table, he seated himself, unwrapped his utensils, and fashioned a bib from the cloth napkin. He couldn’t fathom living life as a pony. While he harbored no distaste for the pastel equines, there was something about their cutie marks that always rubbed him the wrong way - like, how the hay was a magical butt-mark supposed to dictate your destiny?! He pushed the thought aside and staved off the gloomy notion as he took his first bite of breakfast.

The omelet was, as always, fantastic and tasted far better than it looked. There were a number of reasons he’d decided to stay at the academy throughout the break, and the food was definitely one of them. Somepony running the School of Friendship, more than likely Twilight, had ensured that the menu accommodated creatures of every persuasion - which was why he was able to enjoy meat, real meat with his meals.

He didn’t look up when one of the doors opened, not bothering to check who had just walked in. There were a small number of students who were still present, but it wasn’t like he knew any of them personally. Content with his own company and the exquisite dish before him, he happily munched away and glanced over to the beverage area.

The bite he’d gone to swallow lodged in his throat, he did a double take, and his heart skipped a beat. He’d expected to see a few pitchers of juice and a pot of coffee resting near the empty buffet line, but what he spotted was leagues more interesting. While he wouldn’t have been shocked to see a young pony, changeling, hippogriff, or even yak strolling in to get something to eat, the newcomer was anything but any of those things.

“Y…your majesty!” Doris loudly and animatedly exclaimed, bowing deeply behind her station.

Lifting and dismissively batting a hoof, the alicorn softly chuckled. “Please, there’s no need for such formalities.”

Gallus sat in mute awe and watched the exchange. Of all the creatures that could have walked through the door, the one standing before him was unique. Taller than any other pony, bedecked with a jeweled, golden peytral, and with a flowing, ethereal mane and tail, the Princess would have dominated the room even if it was filled to capacity. Remaining motionless as she made her order, he felt his lungs heave.

Oh, right, he almost forgot he was choking. He reclined and beat on his chest, dislodging the offending morsel after two strikes to his sternum and clearing his airway. Normally, he would have been dismayed by such an unpleasant turn of events, yet being in the presence of one of, if not the most powerful pony to walk the earth overshadowed his discontent with befuddlement.

Hovering a tray next to herself that was absolutely brimming with pancakes, at least a dozen by the looks of it, the alicorn demurely trotted over to him and smiled. “Is this seat taken?!”

Going to speak and finding his mouth remarkably dry, he shook his head. “Of c…course not, Princess Celestia.”

Celestia dipped her head and eased herself down opposite him and peeked down at his plate. “An omelet ~ eh?”

“Y…yeah,” he croaked.

What in the hay was going on? Why was Princess Celestia - the Princess Celestia sitting down for breakfast with him?! She could do as she pleased, having both the authority and capital to dine anywhere she pleased, so how had she ended up here - well, he figured she’d teleported or flown to the school, but that didn’t explain a darn thing! Unsure of what to say or do, he prodded a large chunk of ham with his fork.

“I don’t believe I’ve had their omelets before,” Celestia noted. “May I try a bite?”

“Huh?!” he grunted, rearing back.

Cocking her head, she stared over at him. “Your omelet,” she coolly began, “I’d like to try some - that is if you’re willing to indulge a Princess?”

His mind raced while his beak flapped uselessly for a moment. “It - uh - it has meat in it…”

“I’m aware,” she responded.

Without saying another word, she closed her eyes, leaned across the table, and opened her mouth. Gallus gazed into her maw, watching as she extended her tongue and expectantly hummed. Just like that, catching him unawares for the umpteenth time over the last two months, fate had brought him to a crossroads.

To deny Celestia’s humble request would be extremely foolish. She was older than him, vastly more powerful than him, and it was only because of her blessing that the school, the very school they were sitting in, had been built, so he couldn’t in good conscience turn her down. Carving a piece from his omelet, he speared and cautiously brought the morsel to her snout.

Wrapping her lips around the proffered utensil, Celestia retrieved her bite, slowly withdrew, and chewed. Something about the way she was eating struck Gallus as off, even if he couldn’t put a talon directly on it. She shivered and gave a soft, almost erotic moan, swallowed, then peered over at him with her heavily-lidded, bewitching eyes.

He instantly looked away from her and back down to his plate, sensing an all too familiar tingle run up his spine. “I didn’t even know you ate meat.”

“I’ll admit, it’s rare for me,” she purred, reaching over and tenderly running a forehoof up his foreleg, “but I can’t help myself when the opportunity presents itself.”

A cold bead of sweat ran down his temple, his heart began to race, and wild, wholly inappropriate thoughts assailed him as he listlessly poked at his meal. “Any favorites?”

Celestia sat back as she ignited her horn and removed her knife and fork from their cloth covering. “That’s a hard question. Frankly, I have a love of any cut of meat that’s thick and juicy.”

Risking a glance over at her, he felt a cold pit form in his stomach. He’d only met her a few times in the past, and each occasion had been extraordinarily brief, but there was no mistaking it. Her sensual tone, the way she was looking at him, and how she’d just so happened to appear when nopony else was present couldn’t have been a coincidence. Though the logical side of him told it was impossible, her actions spoke for themselves - she was hitting on him.

“I’ve heard tales of such a fine dish that may be available at this establishment,” she continued. “You wouldn’t know anything about that ~ would you?”

“N…not sure what to tell you,” he sputtered.

Railing one of his teachers would have been bad enough in and of itself, but doing something even remotely amorous with a Princess would be exponentially worse. Though it pained him to act coy, especially if his hunch about Celestia was right, it would be in everypony’s interest that he not indulge her on anything but a curt, platonic level. Getting another beakful of his omelet, he passively looked to the nearest exit.

Joining him, Celestia languidly ate one of her pancakes and dabbed her napkin to her lips. “Perhaps I could ask Trixie if she has any advice on the subject; apparently, if the rumors about her are correct, she’s a mare who can appreciate a fine cut of steak…”

Gallus set his fork down and apprehensively met the Princess’ eyes. “She talked ~ didn’t she?”

“Not like she had to,” Celestia snickered. “After that little fracas the other week, I’d be stunned if most of the faculty weren’t aware of your -”

“Can we - ya know, not discuss this here?” Gallus interrupted, peeking back and seeing Doris watching the exchange.

“Of course,” Celestia tutted, getting up and looming over the table.

With a flash of light and rush of displaced air, the cafeteria disappeared and was replaced by somewhere else entirely. Gallus only barely managed to catch himself, throwing his paws and claws to the floor after he was abruptly teleported out of the school and to heaven knows where. Looking around himself, woozy and confused from the instantaneous transition, he was driven onto his hind legs and slammed against a wall.

The assault was so fast and merciless that he wouldn’t have stood a chance to stop it even if he hadn’t been suffering from a bout of vertigo. His claws ran though an otherworldly mane, a delicate bouquet filled his sinuses, and a soft, alluring hum rang in his ears as a pair of warm, pouting lips pressed against his beak. If Trixie’s ploy to get him in her office could be considered a trap, Celestia had executed a flawless and utterly devastating ambush.

Pulling away and leaving a glimmering strand of saliva connecting her to him, Celestia licked her lips. “No need to be coy now, my little stud.”

Taken aback, he yelped when a golden aura surrounded him and lifted him from the floor. “W…what are you -”

“Oh my,” Celestia cooed, bringing his groin to eye level. “It appears as though at least one part of you is feeling honest…”

He twisted against his sorcerous bonds and glanced down at himself. Though he’d done what he could to distract himself from being flirted with by one of the biggest, admittedly most attractive mares he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, his attempts to remain calm had failed spectacularly. Blood red and getting larger by the second, his endowment stood as a testament to his arousal.

“I…I can explain!” he squawked.

“Let me guess,” she mused, lifting her gaze to his face, “it’s a fear boner.”

Struggling to free himself, he warily nodded. “Y…yeah!”

“Poor thing,” she whispered, stepping in and bringing her muzzle to his ear. “It’s cute that you think I haven’t seen a reaction like yours before - which is why I’ll give you a choice. You can either entertain me, ravishing me in ways that most ponies only dream of, or you can live the rest of your life wondering what you could have experienced otherwise. I’ll give you fifteen seconds to make your decision.”

As he was lowered to the floor and liberated from her arcane clutches, she turned her attention over to a clock resting on her nightstand. Holy heck - she wasn’t screwing around. He was absolutely, unequivocally certain that she’d planned this, that word about his sexual exploits had somehow met her ears, and that this was her way of ensuring she had a turn with him. There’d been perilously few moments in his life when he’d made a snap decision, yet he didn’t hesitate to rear onto his paws, take her face in his talons, and deeply kiss her.

To Tartarus with it - if she wanted to have a go at him, who was he to stop her? As he began to make out with her, any element of surprise was lost. Throwing him back against the wall, she pinned him and plunged her tongue down his throat. With his toes curling and cock pressed to her chest, he tried and failed to reciprocate.

Breaking the kiss with a wet smack of her lips, she smirked. “That’s more like it.”

Evoking her magic and keeping him right where he was, she dipped her head and ran her tongue around the tip of his length. It didn’t matter that she’d clearly done this before, possibly to untold numbers of exceptional studs over the millennia, because the sight of her nursing on his cock-head while peering up at him was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Shooting him a wink, she effortlessly sheathed the entirety of his endowment in her sweltering, taut gullet.

“B…buck,” he whined as his hips twitched.

It would have been nice if she’d allowed him to move, but being immobilized added a thrilling element to the mix - as if there weren’t enough already. Though Celestia was renowned for being kind and motherly to a fault, tending over her citizens with the utmost care and consideration, that evidently didn’t extend to her erotic pursuits. Effectively fucking her face on him, she loudly groaned and gagged around his tool

The view of her wantonly fellating him was impeccable, the depraved noises she made were absolutely captivating, and the feeling - Grandpa Gruff forgive him, the feeling of her snout rivaled the best pussy he’d ever had! Unable to tear his eyes off her, reeling from how a Princess was sucking him off, he skyrocketed towards release.

Setting his jaw, he winced. “S…slow down…”

She’d definitely heard him, but she did the opposite of what he’d asked. Hilting him in her muzzle, he ground her nose to his groin and lifted a forehoof to fondle his balls. Toeing the line of a climax that had approached far, far faster than he would have liked, he came to a startling realization. He’d given his consent, telling her that he was ready and willing to tend to her marish needs, and in so doing was going to be taught a lesson in humility.

Simply put, there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. Biting his tongue and clamping his eyes shut gave him no reprieve, thinking about particularly homely creatures he’d met over the years did nothing, and he couldn’t get away from her. She’d brought him to her bedchamber for one thing and one thing only, and she would not be denied.

Her technique was, in a word, flawless. While he would have been beyond impressed with her ability to throat him with ease, that was just the tip of the iceberg. Lavishing the most sensitive parts of her dick with her tongue and periodically altering her technique to keep him on his toes, she had him on the ropes within seconds - to make matters worse, she must have known how close he was getting.

Right as he reached the threshold, she’d relent, let him recover for a moment, then double down and push him to the brink again. Over and over the cycle repeated, having a climax snatched away at the very last millisecond, while she toyed with him. He may have been a carnivore, but it was as clear as day who was the dominant predator in the bedroom.

After what felt like a small eternity, but in reality couldn’t have been more than a clawfull of minutes, she got what she wanted. He whimpered and weakly bucked against her muzzle as his cum coursed straight down her gullet and into her stomach. It was hard for him to rank orgasms, but he’d freely confess that the one he endured with her was one of the more potent and protracted ones he could recall.

Stepping back after the final drops of his essence had shot from his gradually softening cock, she chuckled around his length. He heaved air into his chest, stared down into her eyes, and mewled when she continued blowing him. Any other mare would have eased up and let him recuperate, but she wasn’t any other mare, she was a veritable demigod.

The pleasure wracking him intensified by an order of magnitude, straining him in body, mind, and soul. This wasn’t foreplay - if anything, it was tantamount to rapturous torture. She gave him no quarter, swabbing her throat with his semi-rigid shaft while he whined and pitiably writhed in blissful ecstasy. If he hadn’t fully grasped how screwed he was after the initial kiss, he sure as heck understood it now.

Though he tried to talk, to beg her to ease up, all he could do was moan unintelligibly. It wasn’t that he was in any physical discomfort, but the sheer sensory onslaught, paired with his sense of powerlessness, was maddening. It was only after his endowment grew hard again did she yield and give him a chance to do anything whatsoever.

Celestia mopped his length clean as she shied back and cleared her muzzle of him. “Adequate…”

“A…adequate?” he rasped.

Easing him to the floor and snickering as he wobbled like a newborn fawn, she patted his shoulder and turned away from him. “Adequate - meaning I’ll allow you to enjoy my company a bit longer…”

He had a hard time even standing, so he was confounded by the idea of doing anything but staying upright. “Well I hate to break it to you, but I’m gonna…”

The words died in his throat as he was unceremoniously flung from the floor and onto the bed. Landing with a resounding Pomf, he instantly went to push himself up and faltered. Moving with a speed that belied her side, he found himself staring up at the biggest ass and juiciest marehood in all of Canterlot and possibly the entirety of Equestria.

“Try to keep up,” she intoned as she squatted down over him.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been lucky enough to have a comely creature sit on his face, and he prayed it wouldn’t be the last - still, Celestia’s plush posterior was beyond compare. The sheer size of the Princess’ bountiful booty allowed her to completely bury his head between her soft, doughy cheeks as she rested her weight on him, but that’s when another problem presented itself. Virtually smothered by her ass, he was devastated by the bouquet of her arousal.

He had no way of knowing if she was in heat or not, but the musk which assailed him - stars above, she smelled phenomenal. Pawing at her hips, unable to fully reach around her mountainous backside, he brought his beak to her luscious loins and cast his inhibitions to the wind. As he feverishly lapped at her sex and groaned into the silken folds of her marehood, she contentedly hummed above him.

How anypony, regardless of their age, experience, or species could control themselves under such sinful circumstances was beyond him, but he was too indisposed to give it much thought. Her nectar was ambrosial, the perfect blend of floral sweetness and feral desire, and it, along with the fragrance flooding his sinuses, threatened to shatter his very sanity. Even if he’d had decades - centuries even, to prepare for such an exchange, he feared he wouldn’t have been prepared.

Virtually reduced to a rut-crazed mongrel, he ate her out while swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her erotic, tangy juices. The only thing anchoring him, serving as a beacon of light that cut through the lecherous fog clouding his mind, was that he had to make her cum. She’d given him a climax that he wouldn’t be able to forget if he tried, so it was only fitting that he return the favor.

Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still while his anxiety gradually mounted. Would he be found wanting? Was it even possible that she could orgasm because of him? How could he live with himself if he failed her. Using his doubts to fuel his determination, he was given a glimmer of hope when she began winking around his tongue.

There was still a chance that he was wrong, yet he drove back his misgivings and doubled down. Her winking grew more sporadic, a quake crept into her thighs, and he could just make out the sound of her moaning softly. He focused his efforts on her clit, harnessing what little expertise and experience he had, and was ultimately met with success.

A howl pierced the air as a deluge of marish essence cascaded over his face. The baptism was everything he’d pined for and more, lifting his spirits and filling him with glee, but he wasn’t out of the woods yet - not by a long shot. Before her climax had fully concluded, still breathing hard and trembling ever so slightly, she pushed herself up and stepped away from him.

“Now then,” she faintly began, stepping off the mattress and lowering her chest to the floor, “let’s have some real fun…”

Gallus unsteadily stood and turned to face her. Her backside was pressed to the side of the bed, sitting at the perfect height for what she’d had in mind. He’d intended on pacing himself, unhurriedly mounting her and savoring the feeling of her depths, yet it was far too late for that. The quick-witted, glib griffon that he was was gone, replaced by a creature of unfettered lust.

Pouncing on her like a beast possessed, he grabbed her dock with one claw, plunged his cock into her immaculately presented pussy, and began hammering away with reckless abandon. Her blowjob had been top-tier, although her marehood made the oral seem tame. Hot, succulent, and far tighter than he could have predicted, her depths embraced him in a way that flew in the face of reasoning.

As much as he would have liked to qualify this as sex, it was more akin to a spiritual experience. Her marehood contracted and relaxed perfectly with his frenzied thrusts, squeezing him and caressing him while her divine voice echoed throughout the chamber. Time lost all meaning, his apprehension faded away into nothingness, and any worry of repercussions crumbled as he fucked her like a machine.

Her second climax brought a smile to his beak and allowed him to think clearly, if only temporarily. Maybe he could do this, perhaps he had underestimated himself. It had become apparent that his endowment rivaled that of even the most well-hung ponies and even some dragons, so it might - might just be enough to tame the Princess. Slowing his pace to preserve what little endurance he had, he peered past her hindquarters and found her looking at him.

As she stared back at him, her pleased expression faltered. “Is something the matter?”

“Nah,” he huffed. “Just taking my time to enjoy it.”

His claim was only a half-truth. While he did want to savor her, now that he was somewhat in his right mind, the real reason he’d eased up was because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last for much longer. Even after cumming a short time ago, there was only so much godly Princess pussy he would withstand before reaching his limit.

Narrowing her eyes and standing, she smirked. “Finishing so soon?”

He was given no chance to reply as the glow of her magic ensnared him. Flung away, he fell onto his back beneath the headboard of her bed. She must have known his endurance was beginning to wane, because she decided to once again take matters into her own hooves. Leaping onto the mattress and stepping over him, she squatted down and impaled herself on his cock.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she tittered, leaning in and draping herself atop him.

While his pride was wounded from the lack of control, he couldn’t complain. Though Smolder had a penchant for using him like a sex-toy, she could learn a few lessons from Celestia. The tall, curvaceous Princess pounded her ass on him without the slightest bit of restraint, groaning as she pistoned herself on him.

Had he been able to be on top, he could have paced himself and could have prolonged the inevitable - alas, that wasn’t meant to be. Squirming and getting his wings out from under himself, he wormed the feathery appendages between them and blindly quested for her teats. He may have been somewhat arrogant, but he wasn’t dumb enough to think he’d be able to best her - nevertheless, he couldn’t just lay there.

As his pinions graced her nipples, a smirk graced his beak. She’d already cum twice, so it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility to evoke a third climax before he was done himself. Planting his paws on the mattress and driving his hips up to meet her descents, he tweaked her teats.

“Mmmmmmn,” she purred, her voice low and guttural.

His plan had backfired, Celestia flew into a fit and started riding him harder than ever - or so he thought. Her marehood convulsed and unleashed another torrent of nectar over his lower half, she squealed above him, and she shook with delight, but she showed no signs of slowing whatsoever. How she could keep going defied explanation, especially because this was the third orgasm she’d ended!

Pressing her forehooves to either side of his shoulders, she sat up and smiled down at him. “I - hah - almost pity you…”

“I - Guh!” he wheezed as she hilted him and gyrated her hips.

“I can cum as - Nnnnph - many times as I want, while you struggle to keep going after only one,” she giggled, somehow able to hold a conversation mid-coitus.

It was true, though it pained him to admit it. Females - at least all the ones he’d had the pleasure of bedding, had the ability to weather multiple climaxes in rapid success, unlike him. Even under the best of circumstances, when well-rested and in the mood, it usually took him some time to recuperate after an orgasm, but that didn’t mean he was completely helpless. Though it was a bit of a gamble and by no means an ace in the hole, he could stack the deck in his favor ever so slightly.

He grinned and glanced down his chest, seeing her nethers were exposed. “Guess I better make it count then!”

Thrusting his forelegs downward, he savagely rubbed her clit with one claw while viciously twisting her nipple with another. She screamed and threw her head back, her body quaking and motions coming to a halt. He stood no chance against her in a clean fight, but he wasn’t above playing dirty.

“You cad,” she hissed, flashing her teeth at him.

Holding her gaze, he smirked broader. “You know you love it…”

An odd peace settled over him while he moved in tune with her. Winning or losing ~ did it really matter? He was fucking a Princess - the Princess, and that’s the only thing he cared about. As he drank in the view, marveling at her full breasts and how her marehood clung to his dick, he accepted his fate and let himself go.

He actually managed to last for longer than he’d predicted by several minutes, and his end was as incredible as he’d dreamed it would be. Slamming his hips upward and smacking his balls against her tush, he unloaded into her. Quaking atop him, Celestia gave one final scream and joined him at the gates of ecstasy.

She collapsed atop him, keeping his still-gushing length entombed in her depths, and panted. “Q…quite impressive…”

Feebly slapping her titanic ass, he beamed. “Y…you too…”

Recovering long before he had a chance to catch his breath, she lazily got up, unsheathed herself from him, and took a smell step back. Though she was drenched in sweat and wasn’t moving nearly as gracefully as she had when they’d first reached the castle, it was clear that she still had plenty of fight left in her. With the corners of her lips turning up and an impish twinkle in her eyes, she dipped her head to his face.

“If you think we’re done, you’re wrong,” she breathed heavily in his ear.

He gulped but smiled all the same. While he still had the better part of a week until the break had concluded, he wouldn’t be shocked if he was trotting with a limp when classes started back up. Lifting a shivering claw, he gazed up at her face as she withdrew.

“M…missionary,” he coughed.

Using her magic to slide him to the side and make some room for herself, she flopped down and rolled onto her back. “Be a dear and clean me up while you enjoy your break…”

Glancing between her legs and watching his spunk leak from her battered, winking marehood, he summoned his courage. He may leave her company dehydrated, utterly spent, and dehydrated, but it would be worth it for the story alone - besides, if he did a good enough job, she might just put in a good word for him with the Royal Guard after he graduated! As he kissed his way up her fetlock and over her inner thigh, drawing nearer to her loins, he made a mental note to thank Silverstream for punching his v-card and wondered what other perverted adventures were lurking right around the corner…

Cock of the Walk

by Some Leech

Silverstream

Smolder

Sandbar

Trixie

Celestia