“You know, maybe things are starting to look up,” Gallus muttered as he struggled in vain to get his headfeathers to lay flat. Between showers in the morning with Sandbar and baths in the evening with Silverstream, he was pretty sure this was the cleanest it was possible for him to get. His feathers positively gleamed, and he was sure that if you stroked his feathers they’d squeak. He and Sandbar walked down the hall, Gallus still annoyed by his hips fighting his normal stride. He didn’t know what it was, but every step seems to make him... sway.

It’d been a weird three days since the artifacts had departed, but good riddance. Whatever that mirror had done hadn’t made getting with Silverstream easier. It’d just dumped a whole ton of problems on his lap. He was so twisted up over being in the friend zone and pretending to be okay with it that his penis and him were no longer on speaking terms. Rubbing while thinking about the mirror didn’t do anything but make him all sticky from precum while his cock simply laid there. Honestly, he didn’t know he could get so horny without the damned thing getting hard, but he could. He’d decided a break was in order. Get his head together and then worry about getting off.

The worst part was he still wasn’t sure how things were with Silverstream. She seemed the same as always, goofy and a little dense. Their bath talks were always fine and funny, laughing about the day. Twice, Ocellus had joined them, and Silverstream had been... amazing. Like she always was. But when she met his eye there was sometimes a slip in her smile. A worry in her eye. Not that he’d do something. He wasn’t that much of a creep. But still, they weren’t back to being friends again.

“She feels guilty,” Occelus explained as they walked to their next class together. “She knows you’re a nice guy. Heck, there’s lots of people who would like to date you.” She paused, as if hoping he’d press her for names. He just waited. “Anyway, she knows she upset you and she’s upset that she upset you. You should...”

“If you say talk, I’m going to scream from the rooftops. That’s all we’ve been doing for days,” Gallus interrupted. “I told her I’m fine.”

“I know,” Ocellus said with a sigh. “Are you?” Occelus asked, cocking her head and putting a hoof on his shoulder.

“I thought I was,” he muttered. “I haven’t been feeling very good.” Not since that stupid mirror. And things were still weird. He’d had some trouble in the bathroom. It was an oval bowl in the floor. How did you miss that!? Fortunately, he’d managed to clean everything up before someone wondered who pissed on the wall. Stupid mirror. A part of him still wanted to track it down with a hammer. He suddenly caught a pleasant scent and smiled, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. “Is the cafeteria serving cherry pie?”

“You can smell that from here?” she asked in surprise.

“Never underestimate a griffon’s sense of smell for tasty things” he said with a half smile.

But then he walked into their next class, Rainbow Dash’s. Suddenly there was a red blur behind him. “Tag!” came the shout and a smack right under his tail.

He hissed sharply through his beak and then snapped at the colt darting to the far side of the gym., “Not funny, Tag!” He breathed hard, glaring death at the colt.

“I thought it was funny!” The colt yelled back as he laughed.

“He is such a jerk,” Ocellus muttered. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Gallus replied, clenching his eyes closed as he prepared to recompose himself, then blinked. “Yeah, I think actually am.” Which was odd given how fast the pain ebbed. He hurt, but no more than if Tag had struck his wing or shoulder on his passing. A part of him wanted to check where he was hit, but there wasn’t any time before class started.

They walked over to the rest of their friends and took seats, watching the matchups. He sat right behind Silverstream, and tried to forget the smack... except why didn’t it hurt? Last time Tag tagged him he’d nearly thrown up! He leaned this way and that, scritching his butt against the bleachers... something was very wrong. Still, the match was starting and he wanted to be ready if Professor Egghead called on him.

Still, why hadn’t it hurt? He thought of running to the nurse, despite his ignorance on griffon anatomy,but something caught his eye. Silverstream was swishing her tail back and forth idly. Nothing odd about that. Lots of creatures did. He did! But most of them didn’t swish their tail... up. And every time she did, he saw the teardrop shape of her sex. Normally, it wouldn’t be a thing. Unless you always wore clothes, you’d eventually see things and they didn’t really matter. Only for some reason, as he stared, he saw her sex was glistening, and he could smell a sweetness rolling off her. As he watched, a tiny little drop dripped from the base, elongating, then getting lost in her tail.

Silverstream was aroused... and it wasn’t due to him! A part of him roared in jealousy and he lifted up, trying to see who Silverstream was gazing at. Gallus would... do something! Take him aside and...

There wasn’t anyone in front of Silverstream except three fillies. The unicorn goalie levitating the basket goal was doing a ridiculous gyrating dance with her hips; a gyration that Silverstream’s hips matched, as if she were grinding herself against the unicorn. Her flank was pointed right at Gallus and his friends, and she was flipping her tail up with every rotation. Almost no one was paying attention in the heat of the game.

No one except Silverstream. As Gallus’s eyes dropped back to her sex, he saw it twitch, and twitch again, as if it were winking at him. But perhaps more disturbing than all that was what wasn’t happening to him... no tightening in his pelvis. Instead, there was this warm wetness that seemed to be oozing back under his tail rather than forward. He half rose, seeing a frigging puddle where he’d been sitting. What the hey was going on! His eyes returned to that majestic display Silverstream was putting on and... nothing! His brain roared a storm of desire at his privates, only to be utterly ignored by his loins. No awkward firmness slipping out of his body. No raging erection to plunge into her. His eyes watched in amazement as her pristine folds gave another twitch, a clear drop of heaven collecting at the base before rolling off. All he felt was a quiver within.

His mind started to scream as he looked from the stupid gyrating unicorn below to Silverstream’s arousal. Fillies. She was aroused by fillies. His breathing grew faster and faster as Sandbar and Ocellus both looked at him in concern. One of them was asking him something, but it sounded as if they were talking underwater.

Gallus’s gut clenched. ‘I can change you. Give you a chance.’ That was what the mirror had meant. Gallus chanced a hand down his belly... over his sensitive quartet of nipples... down to where his sheathe was. Where his sheathe... should... be...

Gallus’s heart froze as he felt nothing but his belly. He darted from the seats, raced for the exit, and flew as fast as he could. He heard Rainbow Dash calling after him, but didn’t stop. Didn’t stop until he reached his bedroom and flopped on his back. His hands rubbed over his stomach again and again, as if feeling for the edge of some illusion that was just hiding his missing cock. Nothing. “Oh no... oh no...” he whispered as he remembered that sight of Silverstream’s arousal. Arousal at a mare. A female.

He didn’t want to, but he reached further down, spreading his hind legs wide. It wasn’t like he saw his back end often. It was a stretch, and even now he was having trouble seeing... he closed his eyes, his hands trembling. He reached down, found his tail, his rear and then right beyond it his nail scraped against a sensitive ruff of... something!

He shot off the bed to the desk. Occelus had given him a mirror as a Heartswarming present. He flopped onto his back once again, spread his haunches wide, and stared into it at his own reflection.

He was a girl.

“Oh, fuck...” he whispered. Then his eyes popped wide! “What...” he muttered numbly as he reached down with a claw. His sheathe really didn’t look like a sheathe anymore. It was too far back from his nipples, as if it were migrating towards his anus. He reached out with a claw, poking the blue scruff of fur that had once held his cock and was now a fat, wrinkled oval of fur mashed up against his pelvis. He felt the sharp sting as his talon hooked the skin. He tugged the skin lightly to the side, and a creepy drawing sensation he felt matched his hand motion; what he was seeing in the mirror, as mad as it was, was actually real.

Dropping the mirror he started for the door. He had to tell the nurse! No, the headmare!

Then he froze as his mind whispered, ‘And then what?’

And then what? If he went to the professors, would they be mad? Would they think he’d done it to try and do something with Silverstream? Would they tell Grandpa Gruff? The thought of his guardian knowing he was turning into a girl exploded like a bomb of humiliation in his mind. ‘I’ve known Gallus was turning into a girl for years.’ ‘Gallus? A girl? What else is new? The sky blue? Water’s wet? What a surprise.’

Then there was his reputation at school. He got a little flak just for being a griffon. Sure, Cozy Glow was gone but there was still some animosity there. He could hear Tag now. ‘I smacked his balls so hard they disappeared!’ And then how would everyone treat him?

But what about his friends? Would Sandbar be okay with Gallus as a roommate? Would Ocellus simply... know? Like pick up his girly emotions? He could imagine her licking her lips with a long, sinuous tongue. ‘Why, Gallus. Your new emotions are so feminine... and delicious!’ Okay, maybe she wouldn’t sound quite so evil as she did in his head, but still! Smolder would be scornful. Maybe. Gallus had been sure she was a he until he saw her in that froo froo dress. But Smolder had always been a girl... they hadn’t known enough about dragon physiology to tell.

Was that why no one else had noticed? It wasn’t like there were other griffons who could tell. Or maybe the others were just as oblivious to his testicular status as the nurse had been. Maybe Silverstream was more familiar with horse hindends than leonine ones?

Gallus’s panic was starting to abate. At least it lessened enough that he could do a little... self evaluation. He propped the mirror up against the wall and started to explore his... thing. He couldn’t even think of what to call it. It wasn’t exactly a sheathe anymore, but it also wasn’t exactly what girls had either. He reached down and pulled, feeling the skin stretch and thin. It was like his skin wasn’t exactly sure where it was supposed to go as it was migrating.

“Okay,” he muttered and then pulled the... skin... back. What was left of his penis came into view. It was no bigger than his thumb, and glistened brightly. The tip had no hole to see, and he had to push the pink thumb sized cone aside to spot the small round hole that, he guessed, was where he peed from now. Rather than think further on the horrors of that, he focused on the ruin of his masculinity. It tickled as the translucent fluids upon it cooled in contact with the air. Finally he moved his gaze to where a wet orifice seeped clear fluid. He took several deep breaths, then reached down and pushed the pink flesh apart. A sensation his brain couldn’t identify made his pelvis quiver as he examined the opening. It was harder, but he saw a deeper entrance into his body. The manipulations coated his fingers in the viscous substance, creating sticky streamers connecting his digits.

He heard astrange whining noise, and it took a few seconds for Gallus to realize it was coming from him. He pulled his hands away, clutching his head and rocking a little as he tried to process this. Okay. A thing was happening to him. So far, no one had screamed ‘hey Gallus, why do you have a pussy?’ Somehow he’d escaped without anyone noticing!

The knock on the door sent a stab of terror right into Gallus’s gut. “One second!” he cried out, in a childish, panicked squawk. “One second!” he repeated, forcing a deeper bass as he pulled himself to his feet, looked around, and spotted one of Sandbar’s green towels. He immediately pulled it around his tail. “Just... taking care of something!” he yelled and knotted it tight, unbalancing, and nearly landing on his face. “Ack!”

The door opened and Sandbar poked his head in. His green eyes examined to room, him, and the mirror propped up against the wall. “Uh, you okay, dude?”

Gallus pushed himself up and then immediately spread his wings. “Hey! Of course I’m okay! Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He kept his voice husky, afraid that any second his voice would turn all high and girly, “I just needed some personal time!”

Sandbar stepped in and looked over his shoulder. “Call of the search. He’s here. Ah... give me a second.” Then he kicked the door closed. “So, what’s up? Anything I can do to help?”

“Nope, I’m fine. Everythings fine,” he assured him, snorting and tossing his head back. “What could be wrong?”

“Well you tore out of gym class without a word,” he said, his brows furrowed. “And you’re talking like you got a bad head cold all of a sudden.” Maybe the voice thing was in Gallus’s head.? He’d need a closer examination. “Come on. What’s the deal. Let us help.”

Not unless you can instantly regrow a penis, and if you can then boy do I have more questions. “I just needed some personal time. You know. Me, myself, and I...”

Sandbar knit his brows together. “Yeah, dude, no. I don’t know what’s up, but you weren’t cherrying your chonga.”

“How– How do you know I wasn’t?” Gallus stammered.

“Well, it doesn’t smell like it,” Sandbar replied flatly.

“Smell...” Gallus balked. “What do you mean smell?”

Sandbar stared at him a moment. “Dude, do you know when I’ve been waxing my board?”

Waxing his... ohhhh. “Yeah.” Leather and saltwater taffy. Better when yak wasn’t mixed in. “Wait. You mean you know what I smell like when I’m...” Gallus trailed off in horror. Beyond the mortification was a tiny voice wanting to ask, ‘like what?’ Gallus mentally strangled that thought and dumped it in the mental pit of ‘never be thought again.’

“Right, so what’s up? Ocellus felt a ton of alarm come off you right before you ran out.” He glanced to the side. “And you’re wearing a towel, but you’re not wet like you’ve showered.”

Gallus knew he should come clean about the mirror and the changes. It would have been the smart, reliable thing to do for his friend. Then they’d go to Twilight together and somehow unmagic whatever magic was cast on him. Of course, he was just as capable of telling Sunbar what had happened as he was of pulling off his own head and doing Shakespony monologues with it.

Instead, Gallus took a deep breath and answered grimly. “Diarrhea.” Sandbar’s lip curled. “Explosive diarrhea. It was like a bomb went off in my butt. I think I took out a toilet. And I just got back from the shower after washing. Back there.” He nodded behind him and Sandbar gave an ‘oooh’ of comprehension. Gallus adopted a mask of stoicism. “Even now, I can still feel the gurgling...”

“Okay, dude!” Sandbar blurted. “I get it. That totally makes sense! Just... stop talking about it...” He took a deep breath. “Are you okay? Do you need some stomach medicine from the nurse? A fresh towel?”

“I already got some,” Gallus lied. Last thing he wanted was for Sandbar to talk to the nurse, and the nurse examining him again. “I think I just need to rest. Maybe this will all just sort itself out.” Oh please, let it work out somehow!

“Okay, dude. Just take it easy. You’re really worrying us,” he pointed out, and Gallus felt a twinge in his gut. These were his friends, wasn’t he supposed to tell them things like this. But despite that want, the fear of humiliation gnawed at his heart.

“Thanks,” Gallus answered with a smile. “I’m just deal with some things, you know?”

Sandbar nodded slowly. “If you can think of any way we can help, we’ll help,” Sandbar assured him, promising that he’d bring him something easy for his stomach and get his homework from the rest of his classes. “Also, make sure my towel gets in the laundry,” he said with his easy smile as he departed.

“Yeah, I will,” Gallus replied, glad when his friend finally left. He wasn’t sure if Sandbar believed him about the need for the towel, but he took it for what it was worth. After a short wait to make sure Sandbar didn’t come back immediately, he chucked the towel and repositioned the mirror and tried to figure out what the heck was going on.

Start with the face. At least it seemed relatively unchanged. He twisted his face this way and that, checked his tongue, and peered deep into his eyes... unsure of what he was expecting to find, but it was important to look closely. Aside from the glossier plumage atop his head, he seemed normal, but that he could chalk up to Silverstream’s champoo. He carefully spoke aloud, but aside from a little timbre which could be stress, he thought he sounded the same. Maybe?

His forelegs and claws, likewise, seemed the same. He poked and prodded his wings, but they seemed roughly the same. There were some subtle differences between boy wings and girl wings, but he doubted any of his friends could tell the difference. Likewise his shoulders, forelegs, and claws all seemed unchanged.

Now his hands roamed down to his nipples. Normally he didn’t give them a second thought, but now he carefully examined all four. The nipples were a little more sensitive and puffy than he thought they should be, but females had a very subtle layer of fat underneath. All his poking and prodding didn’t reveal anything, so if he was changing, he guessed they would be next.

He’d checked his... thing. Was it a sheathe or a vagina? He put that thought aside for the moment and he checked his hips, standing up on his hind legs. It wasn’t just soreness. His hips were different too. He took a few slow steps, and realized his hips were wider than he remembered. A whole lot more of his butt seemed to be moving with every step. There was a sway to his gait he didn’t remember being there before. The bedroom didn’t offer enough space to run, but even a few steps revealed that whatever was going on, it had changed his bones.

Checking his feet, he felt a spike of panic to see that the footpads’d gone from blue to a more berry purple! He poked and prodded his footpads, but there was no doubt... purple instead of blue. If this change altered his coloration, It’d be impossible to hide. Still, the fur on his hind legs seemed the same. Mostly? Kinda. He wasn’t 100% sure...

That left his thing. He gently peeled the skin back again. There was his penis... or what was left of it... and there was that hole right next to it. Was it a girl thing? Did he have more girl things in there? How deep did it go? If his hips had changed, how much had that changed too? He didn’t exactly want to find out, but he also kinda did. Now that he wasn’t in full freak out, he stroked a knuckle against the pink protrusion. Was this really all that was left of his proud griffonhood? Eight... seven... six and a half inches of griffony glory gone. His knot barely even a knuckle now.

The contact shot electricity up his spine and down his left leg and he clenched one eye closed, barely suppressing the grunt of surprise. Was this some damned kind of magic? Just rubbing slowly up and down the glossy remains of penis was almost too intense to bear. He had to take it slow, and even then his left leg was twitching in nervous response at every pass.

Wait? Was this how girls... did it? Was this going to make it worse? Should he stop? And yet, the moment he stopped touching himself, his libido demanded he take this to some kind of conclusion. So he reluctantly returned his fingers to the skin. If this did... do something... it’d be good to know... right? This was... exploration. Like... going into the Everfree Forest and learning junk. Yeah, he was just learning junk.

His libido didn’t give two shits how he rationalized it, so long as he kept touching himself.

Within just a few rubs, a warming and relaxing spread throughout his pelvis. He stared in horror and fascination as that hole started to twitch and then a spring of sweet nectar began to flow. And in great quantities. He coated a digit with the viscous substance, and resumed stroking that pink spur of flesh. Crazy though it may be, Gallus desperately wanted to see if he still had nuts somewhere... anywhere... in his body. If he could spurt... if he was potent... somehow... then he was still a guy.

He kept leaning back, his hind legs splayed wide as he watched himself in the hand mirror. He kept hoping to see some tiny hole at the end of that cone open up and put out something... but no. His body was winding up into that tension that preclude climax, only this was a far different kind of winding! Before, it was like a trap that built up that was going to snap closed at any second. This time... this time he didn’t know what it was doing! He couldn’t rub any faster for fear of... something! Maybe what was left of his cock exploding! What- he didn’t-

Something happened, rather like a cramp mixed with a spasm mixed with shaking covered in chocolate. He didn’t cry out so much as gasp for breath as he stopped rubbing right away, his knees clamping together as he fell on his side. Instead of the trap springing, it felt like some kind of monster started to rampage inside his pelvis! A monster jagged and tickly and tingling and wet and it was just thrashing left and right inside his body. It raged for almost a minute before settling down, the cramping feeling relaxing a little to a vaguely sore throb.

“What the hell was that?” he asked in shock. The sensation inside had been so chaotic and unpredictable that he wasn’t even sure if it counted as pleasure! Did all girls go through that, or were his insides so malformed that whatever he’d gone through had been some kind of crazy fluke?! Even now, as he flopped over on his side, his legs felt numb and his tail base tingled. Why was his tail tingly!? Tails didn’t tingle like that!

Did they?

He didn’t uncurl for almost five minutes. He could still feel that monster lurking in his loins, hungry to be released again. If he’d been normal, he’d be cleaning up by now and going to sleep, or eat, or something. The fluids that hole had emitted had soaked the furry scruff surrounding his thing, and he snagged Sandbar’s towel again to scrub it dry. He’d need a bath to–

“Oh, no. Baths!” He couldn’t do his bath with Silverstream? What if she noticed? But what if cancelling it upset her more? “Think Gallus. Think...” he muttered. He had to fix this. Fix this somehow without anyone finding out what he’d done to himself. No! What that stupid mirror had done to him! It was evil. You fixed evil with a hammer...

Later.

“I can’t believe this, but I’m going to have to hit the books. There’s got to be some magic that turns guys into girls and girls into guys, right? I mean, ponies have been doing magic for centuries. At least one of them must have swapped an innie for an outie,” he said as he rubbed his head.

Only... where the heck did you start looking for something like that?

Author's Note

Here's the next Gallus chapter. Those of you who saw Derpibooru... yup. Not a surprise. Now for him trying to fix it.

If you see errors, let me know and I'll try and clean it up more. Thanks Neverborn for helping me out with this.