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// In Which Gallus Makes a Startling Discovery 
// Story: Alone Time 
// by Script Write 
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It had been a few months since Princess Twilight Sparkle had officially reopened her school of friendship. A new normal had set in for most of the students. Everyone seemed to be responding well to their lessons and learning lots from their teachers, regardless of their… Unorthodox methods.

Gallus and his friends all re-established themselves at the school’s residence halls shortly after their adventure together, happily learning alongside each other.

Unlike the rest of the dynamic group, Sandbar actually lived in Ponyville prior to the school’s construction. As a result, he decided to continue living with his parents. His house quickly became a go-to hang out ‘home base’ for Gallus and the rest of the group, placed right in the middle of town: close to Sugarcube corner, the cinema, and all kinds of other fun activities.

It was a Friday, which usually meant that the gang was eager to escape the confines of the school and head to Sandbar’s place.

Gallus waited patiently in the main school hall, where he usually waited for his friends to gather after class. He tapped his claw on the crystalline floor of the school, rolling his eyes at the sight of the group all wandering towards him at a painstakingly slow pace.

“Sometime this year, guys!” he called.

After what felt like an eternity waiting for them to arrive, the last straggler finally managed to catch up. It was Sandbar, as usual.

“Hey, guys! I’m so glad you can all come over today, I just got a Playbox 180 yesterday, it’s so much fun!” Sandbar said, grinning his usual happy grin.

A smile tugged at Gallus’ beak. He had been waiting all week for a chance to get to try the Playbox out. It was supposed to be the coolest console ever made, and he never passed up the chance to try out something cool.

“Actually… Uh…” Silverstream squeaked, just before he could continue speaking. “W-We can’t come over today, we have… Uh… Homework to do?” she finished uncertainly, the rest of the female members of the group murmured in agreement, offering Gallus and Sandbar forced smiles.

“Homework? We don’t have any homework this weekend, we’re all in the same class, remember?” Gallus said confusedly.

“Yeah well, it’s like… Girls-only homework, right?” the hippogryph replied, prompting another murmur of agreement.

A small puff of smoke slipped from Smoulder’s snout as she stepped forward. “Look, we were planning to have a girls-only hangout this weekend, okay? Doing all kinds of girly things, like painting nails and trying on clothes and stuff,” she explained. Her confidence draining as she spoke, making her break eye contact with Sandbar.

Gallus clicked his beak disapprovingly at the dragon. “Really Smoulder? You too? I thought you were cool!”

“They forced me, okay?”

“Sure they did, whatever you wanna call it… Sissy,” he teased.

“What did you just call me?” she demanded, smoke starting to billow from her nostrils with each breath as she stepped towards him with her claws balled into quivering fists.

Sandbar stepped between the two creatures, looking between them both. “H-Hey, there’s no need to get angry, it’s fine if you guys wanna go do girl things. It’s not like I have more than two controllers anyways, the rest of you would probably be bored!” he said, his usual easygoing tone wavering.

Gallus knew how he felt, since they always hung out together on a Friday and they’d never split off from one another like that.

If the girls were going to have their own fun, then he and Sandbar would just have to have a bajillion times as much fun as them on their own!

“Well, it’s whatever anyways. Sandbar and I will just have fun with the Playbox without you guys, and we’ll see you on Monday!” he said.

“Good, then it’s settled!” Smolder said. “We’ll see you on Monday.”

The five girls all began to head for the female living quarters, leaving the two remaining members of the group on their own.

Before she left, however, Smoulder turned back to the pair. “Sorry I got mad. Us dragons tend to get pretty sensitive when we’re in sea—” she cut herself off, her face glowing red. “Nevermind, see you on Monday!” she said, leaving a confused Gallus and Sandbar to puzzle over what she was about to say.

“Well, that was weird, it’s pretty uncool of them to ditch us like that,” Gallus said, watching them plod up the stairs and out of sight.

“N-No, it’s fine, I’m sure they would have just gotten bored if we’d forced them to come along...” the smaller earth pony sighed. Kicking his hoof disappointedly.

“Hey, it’s fine, we’re gonna have fun without them anyways, just you and me! The girls are fun, but they probably wouldn’t get just how cool the Playbox is. I bet Ocellus would get all frightened as soon as a little bit of blood was on screen!” Gallus said, ruffling his friend’s mane. As he spoke, he came to the realization that he had never actually spent time with Sandbar alone outside of school before. Somehow, the idea made him… Nervous?


Nah, that’s stupid! Sandbar and I are friends, what could I be nervous about. He’s cool, even if he can be a dork sometimes, not that I don’t like dorks, dorks can be cut— Cool! He told himself, mentally kicking himself for using the word ‘cute’.

“I guess we don’t have to all hang out together all the time…” Sandbar muttered.

“Yeah! Now, are we gonna head to your place or what?” Gallus said, setting off for the school’s grand front doors with his usual cool strut. Sandbar lagged behind him a bit but quickly caught up once they’d left the school.

The walk to Sandbar’s house was drenched in awkward silence, since they had never been completely alone together before and Gallus wasn’t really the one for small talk. He racked his brain for conversation topics, desperate to ease the tension. He glanced over at Sandbar, who trotted with his gaze aimed at the street below his hooves. His cheeks seemed slightly red, as if he was embarrassed about something.

“So, uh... “ Gallus began, “what kind of games do you have?” he asked.

“Huh?” Sandbar said, his concentration on the dirt broken. “I-I’ve only got Spears of War and Equestrian Souls right now, but Mom said that she’d get me another game soon!” he explained.

“Cool!” Gallus replied, scowling to himself as they fell into another pit of silence.

“Did you notice anything weird about the girls during class today?” the gryphon probed.

“Yeah! Like how they all sat on the other side of the room to us.”

“And Smoulder didn’t wanna play with us at lunch like she normally does.”

There was a pause in conversation while they both looked at each other, “Girls,” they said in unison, laughing at the silliness of it all.

Eventually, they arrived back to Sandbar’s house. The colt lifted a pot next to his doorway and fished out a key, sliding it into the door and twisting it to let the door swing open. Gallus waited for his friend to trot in before stepping inside and swinging the door shut behind him.

“Mom’s at work late tonight, so we have the house to ourselves!” Sandbar said.

The house was in its usual slightly-messy state, the large living room that Gallus had stepped into still had Sandbar’s little sister’s toys strewn around it, along with a couple of action figures belonging to the colt himself. As the pair made for the stairs, he glanced into the kitchen and saw the dining room table still covered with crumbs, with cereal boxes still sitting on the kitchen counter.

Upstairs, the gryphon’s eyes traced the crayon markings on the wall. The regular ones left by Sandbar in his younger years still remained, but his sister’s part of the wall had been updated with some new colorful, yet completely random scribbles.

“I think I’ve got Spears of War in right now, so do you wanna play that?” Sandbar asked as he swung open the door to his room, allowing Gallus inside.

“Sure,” the gryphon replied, his laidback tone barely hiding the excitement in his voice. He was finally going to get to play the coolest game of the year!

His bedroom was covered from wall to wall with posters for various games, movies, and comics. In places, Gallus could see that the walls were once painted a deep dark blue. Sandbar’s various comics and books were stacked around the room, and his bed was neatly made. Made with his usual solar system-themed bed sheets. At the end of his bed stood a tall cabinet with a screen sitting atop it. Cables ran from the back of the television to a sleek black rectangular box on the floor.

The Playbox.

The colt pressed a switch on the screen, then on the console before taking a seat at the end of his bed. “Come on!” he said, offering Gallus a controller.

The clanking sound of Smithy’s hammers spat from the flimsy speakers of the screen, serving as the triumphant opening theme of ‘Spears of War’. Gallus didn’t have much time to bask in its majesty, however, as Sandbar quickly flicked to deathmatch mode.

“Oh you’re on!” the gryphon said, grinning at his friend as their characters were dropped into the virtual battlefield onscreen.







The duo played round after round of their game, finding themselves evenly matched in skill. They cackled with laughter and shouted in triumph with each exciting twist and turn during the match, their grins lighting their faces.

Eventually, however, their short attention spans grew bored of their activity. Sandbar hit ‘cancel’ at the end screen of their last round, hopped up from his place on the bed and wandered over to the cabinet and swinging open the doors under the still-blaring screen

“Wanna play Equestrian Souls next?” the colt asked, already searching through the shelves for the case.

“Sure.”

Sandbar tilted his head as he saw the cupboard was empty, heading over to a closet on the other side of the room and swinging it open to look for the game. Gallus watched as his searching became more and more frantic.

“Mom must have put it somewhere when she cleaned my room!” he said, a hint of panic in his voice.

Gallus got up to help search, crouching down and shoving a claw under the bed, maybe it had just slid underneath! His talons brushed against various toys and action figures, and a couple of stray comics before he managed to lock onto something that felt like the glossy plastic of a video game case.

He yanked it out, only to find that it wasn’t a game, but a magazine. His eyes read the cover, “Colt Comforts… Changeling Edition?” he muttered to himself. Along with the bold, typewriter-esque font of the title, the cover proudly displayed an image of a large, pre-reformation Changeling soldier standing over another stallion, licking his lips with the flat of his sword pressed against his prisoner’s throat. The photo was taken in such a way that their sheathes were in full view, almost touching each other from the closeness.

A strong blush covered Gallus’ face as he realized what he was looking at. Is Sandbar really into this stuff? Maybe I should just put it back and forget about it… But then I’d never know for sure! His mind raced as a quivering talon opened the book, revealing a large center spread of the same pair of pony and changeling stallions, but this time their cocks were on full display, the changeling on top dripping pre over his victim’s own quivering shaft.

His heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of them, feeling his sheath twitch in response. W-Wait, I’m not into this stuff, am I? I’m not gay, I like chicks, gryphon chicks! He told himself, trying to tear his gaze from the sight before him. Not that I mind that stuff anyways... He felt spit building in his beak, he gulped it down and forced himself to close the book.

Looking up, he spotted a stunned Sandbar staring at him with tears in his eyes. “I-It’s not what it looks like, I swear!” he said, rushing over and snatching the magazine away from the gryphon.

“Hey!” Gallus said as Sandbar flicked to a specific page and handed it back. It was a picture of a changeling standing behind an earth mare with a saddle on and a spreader bar strapped to her hind legs. The changeling gripped a black riding crop with his magic, raised and ready to strike the mare’s already reddened ass.

“S-See! It’s not just colts, there’s some fillies too!”

Despite the rather alluring position of the mare, Gallus couldn’t help but feel his gaze drawn to the stiff, exposed shaft of the changeling dominating her, then to his stern, powerful expression. He gulped again as he tried his best to stop his own cock from sliding from his sheath. The idea of him replacing that mare wormed its way into his mind, making it impossible for him to ignore the feeling of his tip poking from his crotch.

He glanced up at Sandbar’s face blushing too, his friend’s own arousal evident as he stared at the image. Despite his protests to the contrary, Gallus noticed that he too was staring at the Changeling, not the pony. He took a quick at his rear, spotting the colt’s sizable erection sliding from his twitching sheath.

The gryphon’s heart raced as he came to a sudden realization. There wasn’t any hiding it anymore, no denying himself of the truth.

Gallus was gay.

Sandbar snapped out of his daze and quickly slammed the magazine shut, hurrying to his bed and shoving it back underneath. As he bent over, he flashed Gallus a look at his quivering shaft, making his breathing quicken and his tail flick as he imagined his friend as the changelings in those photos.

“We can just keep playing Spears of War if you want!” Sandbar stammered, trying to play off his raging boner.

Gallus opened his beak to speak but found himself lost for words after his jolt of self-discovery. After a few moments of silence, he finally found the words to agree with his friend.

“Do you want to, like, try it?” he asked. His eyes widened, that wasn’t what he was meaning to say!

“Tr-Try what?”


“The stuff in that magazine!” he no longer had control of his words. it felt like his whole body was swept into a stream of arousal and lust. He struggled to keep up his calm facade as he realized what he was doing. There was no way Sandbar would say yes to something gross and weird like that!

“Y-Yes!” the colt blurted, following his outburst with a quick gasp and covering his mouth with a hoof. “I-I mean… Only if y-you want to, Gallus…”

“Well, it seems like they’re having fun in those pictures, right? And you’re cool, so if you wanna give it a go then why not?”

“O-Okay, let’s do it!” Sandbar said, his face lighting up with excitement.

Gallus dropped to the floor and grabbed the magazine from where Sandbar had hurriedly slipped it under the bed. His heart began to race when his gaze fell once again upon the alluring image on the cover.

“What do you wanna do, then? We can try copying what they’re doing!” the gryphon said, offering his friend the book.

Sandbar flipped to one of the more worn-looking pages. A spread showing off a changeling with his mouth wrapped around the shaft of a pegasus stallion, looking lustfully at the camera as his tongue flicked out and snaked down the bottom of the cock. The pegasus was focused completely on the changeling below him, one hoof stabilizing him on the floor and the other using the changeling’s horn as a handle to pull himself deeper into the muzzle around him.

“H-How about this one?” The colt said as he set the book on the floor between them.

Gallus was starting to find it hard to stop his wings from shooting from his sides. Both boys’ scents of arousal filled the room, a mix of sweat and testosterone which made his head spin each time he drew another lungful of the air.

“That looks pretty fun, which one do you wanna be?” he asked, still trying to fight through the lust tugging at his mind and maintain his ‘cool’ image.

“C-Can I be the Pegasus?”

“Sure.”

Sandbar hopped up onto his bed, shuffling to find his balance before solidly planting his forehooves behind him to lock himself in place. Gallus joined him with a quick flap of his wings, setting himself down in front of his BFF with a soft creak of the bed’s springs.

A glistening bead of clear precum formed at the colt’s quivering tip, dripping down from his flared tip to his tight balls while leaving a trail of sticky fluid in its wake. Gallus licked his beak subconsciously as he adjusted his body into a comfortable position between Sandbar’s spread hind legs.

“Alright, are you ready?” he asked, looking up at the red-faced colt in front of him.

Sandbar simply nodded, too embarrassed to make anything but a slight squeak of approval.

Slowly, Gallus opened his beak and lowered himself towards Sandbar’s twitching tip. His breathing quickened as a powerful musk flowed over him, making his wings start to unfurl from his sides. Tentatively, he took the flare into his maw.

“Nnf!” Sandbar gasped, screwing his eyes shut.

Gallus immediately recoiled, a spike of worry clearing his lustful mind for a few moments.

“Huh? Is something wrong?” he asked, looking up at the foal.

“Mm-mm,” Sandbar hummed in response, shaking his head and pushing on the back of the gryphon’s head just like the stallion in the magazine.

The slightly dominant touch of Sandbar’s hoof created sparks in Gallus’ chest. He gasped softly and took the head of his friend’s twitching shaft back into his waiting beak. He gently licked up a few of the beads of clear pre that formed on his tongue. Its taste made his wings quiver. It tasted weird, like nothing he’d ever tasted before, but for some reason he found himself craving more of the bittersweet flavor of Sandbar’s secretions.

His licking became more vigorous, encouraging a surge in the confidence of the colt in his mouth. Each lick drew another one of the cute, dorky moans and grunts Gallus was starting to love the sound of, prompting him to start bobbing his head up and down in time with the flicks of his tongue. Sandbar pressed harder on the back of his head, making his beak open wider and forcing his colthood deeper inside.

Gallus knew that if they were anything like gryphon cocks, Sandbar would feel the best when he focused on his tip. With that in mind, he made sure to swirl his tongue around Sandbar’s flare each time he methodically drew himself up the length of his shaft.

The steady throbs and twitches of pleasure upon Gallus’ tongue became faster and more erratic. From above him, the gryphon heard the shaky grunts of Sandbar’s lust, each one accompanied with a gentle thrust of his hips.

Sandbar’s shaft began to force its way into Gallus’ throat, making him choke a little. Gallus waited until the colt gave him a moment of respite before taking a deep breath and holding it, not wanting to disappoint his friend.

Before long, the earth pony’s thrusts became as desperate as the sounds of raw desire that filled the room, Gallus’ beak almost pushing against Sandbar’s crotch. He felt his eyes water as he ran out of air, making his lungs burn.

“G-Gallus, I-I think I’m gunna—” Sandbar said before devolving into a puddle of lustful squeaks and pleasured groans as he came.

His hips gave one last powerful thrust as his cock began to spasm. Cum flew from his tip and poured down Gallus’ throat in long spurts. Retching, the gryphon tore himself from his friend’s shaft, screwing up his face in disgust at the idea of swallowing cum. Despite his bias, however, the tangy taste left behind on his tongue left him craving more, and he gingerly lowered himself back down to lap up the last few squirts of Sandbar’s jizz.

Gallus looked up at the colt, his beak still closed around his twitching flare. He watched with pride and desire as Sandbar savored the feeling of his afterglow, his eyes still screwed shut and his tongue dripping saliva from his open mouth.

After a few moments spent basking in the reality of what they’d just done together, Gallus let the softening member slide from his beak. Sandbar promptly flopped backward, a wide grin pasted on his face as he splayed out in his exhaustion. Gallus crawled up to his side.

“I-I can’t believe I’m actually saying this but… Wanna cuddle for a bit?” the gryphon panted, the fire in his lungs slowly subsiding to a dull ache for air.

“S-Sure!” the colt replied, wrapping his hooves around the gryphon.

Both boys were acutely aware of the tapered cock poking from between Gallus’ legs and pushing between them. They both blushed as they gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment before quickly breaking eye contact from the embarrassment.

“Y-You’re pretty cute, for a pony that is…” Gallus muttered, still not meeting Sandbar’s gaze.

“You’re c-cute too!” Sandbar replied.

Gallus huffed. “I’m not cute, I’m c-cool!” he complained.

Sandbar just chuckled softly and nuzzled against the gryphon’s cheek.

The knotted shaft throbbed between them while Gallus’ pre began to make their bellies slick. Dull pleasure emanated from his crotch as he unconsciously gave soft thrusts at Sandbar’s firm undercarriage.

“D-Do you maybe want me to try to be the changeling next?” the colt asked.

Gallus nodded, breaking the hug and rolling onto his back before sitting up on his haunches. His glistening member stood tall, twitching every so often.

Crawling down to where Gallus had been positioned just a few minutes before, Sandbar watched the hypnotic bobbing of the member before him with wide, curious eyes. After a few moments basking in the sight, he leaned in and gingerly took the tip of the cock into his muzzle.

A spear of arousal shot up Gallus’ spine. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the wetness of Sandbar’s mouth wrapped around his sensitive member, a feeling which made his hind leg twitch uncontrollably.

After a few seconds flicking his tongue against Gallus’ meat, Sandbar began to push himself down, forcing it into his throat. Soft gags and squeaks of pain reached the gryphon’s ears.

“Y-You don’t have to go so f-fast~,” Gallus told him, using a claw to grab Sandbar’s mane and drag him back up his length.

Sandbar blushed with embarrassment, returning to bobbing his head up and down on Gallus. Each methodical, rhythmic flick of his smooth, slippery tongue sent another spear of lust through his body and drew another grunt or gasp of pleasure from his beak.

Pleasant wet shlicks filled the air as Sandbar sucked Gallus off. His dexterous tongue swirling around and sucking at the girthy gryphonhood. The colt began to bob his head up and down rhythmically, each bob pushing his tongue further down the shaft and leaving a coating of spit in its wake.

“Gr-Grah!” Gallus couldn’t help but groan at the feeling. His stiffened wings helped him keep his balance as he leaned over Sandbar and gripped the back of his head with his strong claws. His heightened senses made each of the coarse hairs of his mane as noticeable as the pleasure that followed each of his colt’s diligent tongue flicks.

His colt… Gallus liked the sound of that.

His half-lidded eyes watched the colt work with such pride as each twinge and surge of arousal dragged him deeper into a base lust for climax. Pressure began to build between his quivering legs as his knot started to inflate.

“G-Gonna cum soon!” he groaned.

There was a short lull in the methodical bobbing for a moment. Sandbar gasped softly before reeling back a little and quickly pushing Gallus’ cock deep into his throat, his lips just managing to start wrapping around the knot. His throat was tight, making Gallus tense and screw his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to hold back his orgasm for just a little longer.

But his body knew what it wanted.

He couldn’t help but let out a loud, dominant skree. Pleasure flooded the gryphon’s body in a way he’d never felt before. Like a waterfall crashing against rocks, raw passion flooded every cell of Gallus’ being. Each new wave of bliss made his cock shoot another spurt of his thick, sticky cum into Sandbar’s throat, which eagerly gulped it down as quickly as possible.

Gallus managed to open his eyes through the haze of lust and looked down at the colt, only to see tears coursing down his cheeks from the asphyxiation. As much as he enjoyed being buried in his friend’s maw, the small piece of him not corrupted by his primal drive for pleasure made him force Sandbar’s head up off his still-throbbing member.

Sandbar sputtered and gasped for air, cum dribbling down his cheek and off his chin in long strands as he looked up at the gryphon. Gallus held his head in place and let the final squirts of cum fly from his tip and spray across the earth pony’s muzzle, face and mane.

“Th-That was… R-Really awesome…” Gallus panted, letting go of Sandbar and stabilizing himself with his claws. He managed to get his own body back under his control, pulling his wings back to his sides.

“Y-Yeah, you tasted real g—” Sandbar was interrupted by the turning of the handle on his door.

“Is everything alright? I heard screech—” Sandbar’s mother’s jaw dropped open at the sight before her.

Sandbar’s cum-covered face smiled forcefully at her. Gallus simply blushing as his softening shaft flopped to the side unceremoniously.

The colt opened his mouth to explain, but his mother didn’t waste any time slamming the door shut.

“I-I-I’ll leave you to it!” she squeaked. The canter of hooves on the wooden steps told the pair that she was leaving them to stew in their embarrassment and shock.

They looked at each other’s blushing faces, then at the door, then back at each other.

Sandbar’s gaze flicked back to the cupboard as something caught his eye: a green plastic case.

“D-Do you still wanna play ‘Souls?”