Chapter Five: I Know a Creature who Knows a Creature

Gallus and authority figures went together like oil and water. It took some vinegar and vigorous shaking to try to get anything useful from it. And right now, he was dealing with one of his more difficult instructors.

“Let me get this straight, Gallus, darling. You want me to make you some... pants?” She asked as she finished packing away her sewing machines. Gallus had learned one important thing in her class thus far: sewing did not aid friendship.

“Mhmm!” Gallus replied, forcing a smile. “Or shorts. Whatever. I’ve really never tried the whole clothes... thing... and I really thought it might be... neat.” Rarity was always good for help in a pinch, but first you had to get through the pinching. He’d waited till he was sure his friends were gone before darting away to her classroom. Fortunately he’d caught her during her prep, but one did not simply ask Rarity for clothes.

“Well, I can’t say I haven’t considered a line of apparel for griffon kind. My encounters with Captain Celeno had me imagine an ensemble or two. I’ve found that most griffons seem averse to apparel,” she said as she trotted over to her desk. “What changed your mind?”

“Oh... ah...” His eyes darted as his tail pressed hard against that strange new orifice that seemed to scream ‘look at me’ to the griffon. “Gabby! She’s trying all sorts of new things. Got me... thinking! Why not try something different?” Like anatomy. Done! I’d like my original equipment back, thank you.

Rarity pursed her lips thoughtfully, rubbing her chin. “Well, she is the odd duck... er... griffon...ess... Still, if you really want to try some of my griffon apparel, I’ll hardly stop you. I only ask that you give me any tips or pointers that might make them even more appealing to the griffon in the street, as it were.”

“Yeah. Sure. Fine. Whatever!” he said, his grin so strained he felt his cheeks twitching.

She finished packing up the sewing machines and retrieved her tape measure. “Alright. Come here. Let me get your measurements.”

Squawk! Gallus covered his beak in embarrassment. “Do you really have to measure me? Can’t you just guess my measurements?”

Rarity raised her nose primly. “I am a professional. I don’t guess measurements, particularly when they’re not ponyish. Now come here. This will only take a moment.”

“Are you sure?” Gallus asked, his tail pressed so flat that he thought it might turn inside out.

“Honestly, Gallus, you’re acting like a filly nervous about her fall formal dress,” Rarity said as she placed her glasses on her muzzle. Gallus froze with a small screaming noise in his throat. Then she let out a soft ‘ah’. “Oh. I see. Dreadfully sorry, dear. I didn’t realize.”

The scream trailed off. “Huh.”

“I understand that you’re having difficulties with that colt, Tag. Yes. Mmmm. Rainbow mentioned he did something right before class today. I can understand that you’d be uncomfortable with getting touched there after that.” She was actually blushing a little as she kept her eyes raised.

“No! Well, yes! I mean–” Gallus didn’t know which humiliation was worse, the changes made to his body, or the humiliation of acknowledging Tag was... had been... using his sack as a punching bag. Honestly, if it fixed things, he’d let Tag use it as a speed bag. “I’m just... sensitive... about by back end.”

“I see,” Rarity murmured. “Well, I’ll levitate my tape from over here and try to keep everything loose. Maybe see about a little padding?”

Gallus’s face twisted up in bafflement. Did she know? Then he realized she was talking about something that would protect his bits from Tag. Gallus slumped in relief; it would help hide his missing bits. “That’d be great, Professor Rarity.” Better if you expelled the red ass, but at least it might obscure shapes.

She took his measurements, all without getting too personal with what he was hiding under his tail. Having mutilated several garments in this very classroom, he acknowledged anyone that could put together some shorts inside five minutes was damned skilled. The fabric was heavy linen that obscured his hips and hindquarters, and luckily a strip of cotton padding right under his tail would prevent people from knowing there was anything missing. He stood on his hind legs, tugging the drawstring snug.

“Darling, how are you doing that?” she asked.

“Huh?” Gallus frowned.

“You’re standing on two legs! I thought only Captain Celeno could do that!”

He laughed. “Nah. Any griff can. It just takes more balance is all.”

“Wait. Right. There.” She said with a grin that filled him with dread. A second later a storm of cloth whirled around him, and he watched as he was changed from one outfit to another. “Saddle arabian! Mariponian! Hippogriff navy!” He went through a half dozen more.

“Professor!” he squalked as she reached for appoloosan cowpony wear.

She waved a hoof as she dug through her cabinet. “One more minute, darling. I’m inspired!” she gushed. “This could be a full frontier of bipedal based fashion! Even ponies. If those fancy Lipziggians can walk around all day on two legs, why can’t other ponies?”

Never look a gift mania in the mouth, Gallus, he told himself.

On the plus side, if he took these he’d have at least a half dozen outfits to hide his body with. On the negative side, he’d have to put up with wearing Rarity’s latest ‘bipedalism chique.’ Not a hard choice, he took the least embarrassing outfits, assuring her that he’d give feedback on how the fit. In reality, there wasn’t much different between two legs and four, save that the material bunched up a little around his hips. Small price to pay to keep the traitorous bits concealed until he could fix them.

And that meant a trip to the library. After dropping off his outfits in his room, he headed to the school library. Even if things were getting late and he should be going for dinner, Gallus wanted to see if maybe he could get just as lucky and find an easy reversal to whatever the mirror had done for him.

Most of the students were filing out. Even better. Gallus went up to the librarian, Ms. Checkout, and tried to ask nonchalantly, “I was wondering if the school had any books on magical transformation.”

“Practical or theoretical?” she replied as she trotted over to the card files. Her horn glowed as pulled one out.

“Practical. Definitely practical.” His response drew a curious brow arch from the puce colored unicorn, and he quickly amended. “It’s for a report.”

“Mhmmm,” she replied, and led him down an isle to a selection of a dozen books. “Here you are. Let me know if you need to check any out. We close in two hours.”

“Yes! Thank you! This shouldn’t take long,” he said as he rubbed his claws together.

Two hours later he’d reached a breakthrough. It was considered to be fundamentally impossible to transform apples into oranges. You could turn a bird into an orange. You could turn a frog into an orange. But for some reason, you couldn’t turn apples into oranges. Curiously, you could also only turn fish into apples. But most importantly: “None of this helps!”

“Gallus!” came Silverstream’s voice from the next lane over. He started, spilling the books he’d had on his lap all over as Silverstream came around the corner. “Oh, it was you! I had no idea you were sitting over there. We could have been study buddies!”

Instead of bed buddies. “Hey, Silver. I was just...” He stared down at the books. “Curious about the paradox of why you can’t turn apples into oranges.”

She gasped, “That’s fascinating! Tell me more!” She reached under her wing, pulling out a notepad and pencil, and leaned forward with rapt interest. “Can you change bananas into kumquats? What about strawberries and carrots?”

“Uh,” he glanced at the book and rubbed the back of his head, not having any clue where to start with any of that, least of which to mention carrots weren’t fruit... were they?. “Well, apparently Star Swirl tried to change apples into oranges or some junk, and he couldn’t, and that became a super big deal or some junk. So lots of unicorns try the apples to oranges challenge, but it doesn’t work because of thaumaturgical kinds or some junk. You can change apples to fish and fish to oranges, but you can’t go straight from apples to oranges.” He rubbed his chin. “To be fair, it was a little more interesting than I anticipated.” Unhelpful, but interesting.

“Wow! That is so neat!” She held up her book. “I was reading all about horseshoes. Did you know the first horseshoes were made over two thousand years ago out of wood? Isn’t that wild?”

He forced a chuckle. “Well, I guess. Can’t say I ever thought of it, because... you know... no hooves.” Then he pointed at the book. “Why are you so interested? Don’t hippogriffs have horseshoes?”

“No!” She said with a grin. “Isn’t that weird? Ponies use horseshoes all the time, even pegasi, but we never did. I dunno, maybe Mt. Eris’s salty coast made metal and wood horseshoes impractical. Oooh, or maybe we once used horseshoes out of clay, or coral... though that would be kinda fragile,” she noted tapping her beak thoughtfully.

Gallus stared at her a moment and couldn’t help but smile. “You’re brilliant...”

“What? Me? Pfffft. Stop. I’m not. I just find dumb stuff interesting, that’s all,” she said with a dismissive wave of her claw. Ocellus is the smart one. She reads everything.”

She does... doesn’t she? Gallus thought to himself.

“I’m sorry, Gallus, but I’ve never read about anything like that,” Ocellus answered when he’d countered her in the bath as silverstream did laps in the big pool. Really, given her shell, she only needed a rinse and a wipe down to be clean. “I know there’s an artefact that could change genders, but I don’t know of any kind of spell.”

“Oh, come on. You’re a changeling. It’s in your name and everything. You must have some idea,” Gallus complained as silverstream zipped back and forth underwater with alarming speed.

“Sure, I could change, but I don’t,” she said as she shook her head and looked off to the side. Unless the sinks were suddenly fascinating, something was wrong.

“Why not?” he asked, cocking his head. The towel he’d draped over his butt might be giving him a little protection, but he kept a grip on it.

“Because it’s important when you can become other people to have something that’s consistent. A changeling can go crazy if too many things change, and being a girl is an important thing to me.”

“It is? Have you tried being a boy?” he asked and she gave a little nod.

“When Thorax freed us. I didn’t like it. I was much more aggressive and... I was mean too. I mean... I was mean.” She said, her eyes blazing with a blue fire before she blinked it away. “But I didn’t like it. It felt too much like how Chrysalis wanted us to be. I even tried being both and neither.” Both? “The first was too confusing, and the second left me feeling left out.” She rubbed a leg. “So... yeah. I’m a girl. It’s something I can always come back to when I change into other things.”

Gallus pondered this a moment, and then Ocellus asked, “Why do you ask?”

His eyes shot wide and he felt it clench along with things that should clench. “No reason!” he yelped.

“Gallus, I know you’re going through a lot right now,” she said, putting a hoof on his shoulder.

“You do?” he asked in horror.

“It’s stressful. I understand,” she said with a slow nod.

“It is,” he murmured, feeling himself start to crumble.

“But turning Tag into a girl isn’t going to make him stop harassing you,” she said.

“I don’t know how–” The crumbling was replaced by a record scratch. “Wait, what?”

Silverstream surfaced, pulled herself over the lip of the tub. “Hey guys. Whatcha talking about?”

“Gallus is plotting to turn Tag into a girl,” Ocellus states.

“Gallus... that’s an awesome prank! That’ll teach him to keep trying to ‘brush’ up underneath girl’s tails. Honestly, I don’t know why he hasn’t gotten suspended yet,” she said with a snort and splash of her fin.

“After Cozy Glow, I think that they’re trying to focus on fixing ‘hard cases’, rather than give up on them. If they can find a way to make Tag behave better, maybe they can use the same technique when they let Cozy Glow out.” Ocellus shrugged. “He’s milking it.”

“Well, some ponies just need to go to school somewhere else,” Gallus growled.

“I agree. Friendship is important, but not everypony can learn that,” Ocellus said. “But unless the people he harasses file complaints, the teachers probably won’t think he’s bad enough to expel.”

“Yeah, well, you try writing that he smacked you in the nuts,” Gallus muttered. “Anyway, if either if you do happen to stumble on a way to turn him into a girl, let me know.”

“Sorry, but the only person I know that did anything like that was Professor Twilight,” Ocellus said with a tap of her hooves.

“Sorry, Gallus, but I’m afraid that Ocellus might have missed the fact that in my duel with Trixie, I didn’t actually change Applejack into a stallion. It was simply her brother painted orange,” Twilight said as they gathered in Starlight’s office the next day. He’d had a particularly awkward time trying to explain the outfits to Sandbar. Since when did Griffons wear pajamas?

“Are you sure?” he pressed. “There has to be some way. It’s magic after all!”

“I’m afraid that not even Starswirl the Bearded has come up with a spell to do that,” Twilight said, casually crushing his feeble hope beneath her hoof while they had tea in Starlight’s office. He sat uncomfortably in Rarity’s white shorts and top, which she’d inexplicably picked a nautical theme for. Still, it was the first time he could walk around and be absolutely sure that no one would ask ‘Hey, Gallus, where did that hole come from?’

“Yeah, and while I can do things to cutie marks, I’m pretty sure that a change like that is beyond me,” Starlight chimed in, levitating her cup and taking a sip before going on, “I mean, I can ask Sunburst if you want, but it’s not like you can do things like that. It’d be like... I dunno, me collecting a bunch of pony feathers and giving myself wings. But that’d be crazy! I’d never even think about doing something like that,” She added at once and took another hasty sip.

“Uhuh...” Twilight murmured, giving her friend a troubled look before continuing. “Anyway, I’m afraid you’ll just have to tell your friend it’s impossible with pony magic. It’s like apples into oranges.”

Starlight growled, “I swear I’ve come this close to pulling off that challenge.” She took a frustrated bite out of a tea cake.

“But I... I mean... my friend was so sure it had to be at least possible, right? What about non-pony magic?” Gallus asked, trying to keep the teacup steady on the saucer. How did Smolder handle this? Sitting with leaf juice and tiny cakes had to be a special level of tartarus. He wanted to gulp down a dozen, slurp the cup empty, and get out of there but he had to be polite and exhaust every possibility.

“Well, only changelings or Discord can do such a thing, and even Discord’s changes aren’t permanent. Annoyingly long, maybe, but it’s not like he changes people forever. That’s not really ‘chaotic’, you know?” Twilight pointed out. “I suppose your only other option is Zecora.”

“That freaky zebra who lives in the Everfree Forest?” Gallus asked with a skeptical arch of his brow. Matching frowns. Bad sign. “Who is, I’m sure, a fine and wonderful creature and freaky only in the absolute nicest meaning of the word!” he added all at once.

“Right. She knows all kinds of usefully specific potions and the like,” Twilight pointed out.

“I’m still wondering why she had a potion that only responded to alicorn magic, and that only showed you specifically what you wanted to see,” Starlight mused.

“Eh. What can I say, she’s freaky like that. In a good way,” Twilight added, giving Gallus a wink that did little to certify her as an expert in street lingo.

“Well, I guess it can’t hurt to ask,” Gallus said as he rose to his feet.

“One sec, Gallus. One more thing,” Starlight interjected, and he groaned and sat back down again, and distracted himself by stacking sugarcubes in a pyramid. “I walked to ask you about Tag.” Starlight’s question sent the sugarcubes tumbling away. “Is he bullying you?”

“Tag? That loser? Pfft! He wishes he could bully me,” Gallus said as he snatched up a tea cake and ripped it in two before gobbling one of the pieces, his mouth chewing a bit harder than needed. “He’s just a dipshit that thinks stupid things are funny. I don’t know why he even came to this school.”

“Well, his application was that he wanted to make some friends,” Twilight said, but there’s been people mentioning he’s been doing inappropriate things. I was hoping that you might go on record if he’s been doing something inappropriate.”

“If you know he’s doing something, why don’t you do something about him?” Gallus challenged.

“Because you can’t expel a student without just cause, and that at least takes a witness saying he did something wrong, or us seeing him do it. While people hint he’s being a bully, if no one will come forward then we have to give him the benefit of the doubt,” Starlight said as she tapped the table top with a hoof.

Gallus grunted as he crossed his arm. These clothes were itchy and ridiculous, but they obscured his body and that’s what mattered most. “Sorry. I don’t get bullied or harassed. Talk to Silverstream and Ocellus though. They might know someone willing to go ‘on record’.”

“We did,” Twilight sighed. “They told us to ask you.”

Gallus winced internally. “Well, I don’t know why. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me and that moron.” But if Tag wound up with his nuts in a vice, Gallus wouldn’t complain. “Can I go now?”

Twilight nodded and rose. “Gallus, can you wait just a second,” Starlight called before he could leave. Twilight gave Starlight a curious look, “I just have one little question for him.” She nodded and left, her magic closing the door behind her. Gallus turned as Starlight approached him and took a deep breath. “Gallus? I want to ask... and it’s fine either way... but, well...” she took another deep breath. “Gallus, do you want to be a girl?”

A numbness spread throughout him and he could only stare as he felt something like a boulder crashing and smashing through his chest. Oh, that’s my heart, he realized. “What?” he blurted, trying to put up a front of indignity but somehow his mental feet kept slipping out from under him. “How... why... what is wrong with you?!” he found himself shouting, and was glad when she winced.

“Look, I know something is going on with you!” Starlight countered. “You haven’t been your normal self for a couple days. Sandbar and Fluttershy’ve both noticed and... well... you’ve been doing a lot of things that are odd, for you. Clothes? Running out of Buckball class? That’s not like you.”

Gallus fought with all his being not to cry. It was so easy to cry. To bawl and confess everything. As humiliating as it would be, it would be over. But then it would be over, and Grandpa Gruff, his friends, Tag, and Silverstream would know. And while there was a tiny flicker of hope in the last, this was not how he wanted to be with her!

“Well maybe I’m just trying something new! Like, that’s a thing you know! Like you being good!” he snapped, seeing her wince, but he couldn’t stop and apologize now. “How can you think clothes make someone want to be a girl? If that were the case, don’t you think I’d be wearing dresses or something?”

“Maybe you’re working your way up to it?” Starlight offered lamely, then took a deep breath. “Look, Gallus, coming to ask about a ‘friend’ interested in a gender changing spell? That’s one of the oldest dodges in the book. I have a real hard time believing sandbar would want to know how to turn into a girl. You, though... I mean... well... you’re walking more like a girl, Gallus. All... swishy.”

That wall was a crumbled pile of rubble, but the ghost of his ego refused to surrender. “Oh, and you’re an expert on griffons? I have... hip strain! From Buckball. Made me stuff so I’m walking funny.”

“Gallus... did you take a jar of changeling jelly from the storeroom with the artifacts?”

Gallus sputtered. It was all he could do. “Oh! Oh! So I’m not just a pervert but a thief too?”

“Wanting to be a girl wouldn’t make you a pervert, but one of the jars of royal jelly was missing. That stuff is powerful and one bottle is gone. I know there’s people who try to use it to help someone switch genders. That’s not what it’s for, but they try. So with you acting odd and it being gone, I thought it was a guess.” Starlight said, taking a deep breath. “Look, if you are, I want to help, and if you aren’t, then I still want to help.”

“The best way you can help is to keep your advice to yourself! How’s that for helping?!” Gallus screamed at her before whirling and charging out of the room, leaving Starlight and heading straight out of the school. He was seconds from sobbing, and he at least wanted to be in the air. How could she ask that? How could you ask anyone that?

He got as far as the edge of the Everfree before disappearing inside and collapsing. He pressed his face to the grass and sobbed, balled up a fist and slammed it into the turf. How could she ask if I want to be a girl? Why would anyone want that?

He had to wait for the storm to subside before he took a deep breath. She hadn’t known. She’d thought he was a boy wanting to be a girl. “I gotta find this Zecora. I think she’s near the treehouse... somewhere... kinda.”

Of course an hour later and he still hadn’t come across her. A startled cockatrice, an annoyed phoenix, two cragodiles, and a half dozen irritable timberwolves, but no zebra. Worse, flying in clothes had to be the absolute worse. His head feathers were getting sticky with sweat, and his hind end was getting all tangled up in the clothes. He spotted a pond fed by a creek that trickled in from a rock face. Slabs of stone formed a shelf around the deep blue water.

“That’s it,” he replied, landing. “Time to get this stuff off. The sooner I get transformed, the better,” he stated, pinning all of his hopes on this zebra. If she couldn’t help, and if Fluttershy couldn’t find wherever Discord had gone off to, he’d just have to tell Starlight everything. And apologize.

But first he stripped off the sailor outfit. Whomever this Captain Celeno was, he doubted she would be interested in pony made clothes. This cotton was way too heavy for a flyer. Maybe silk... he shook his head hard and tossed the clothes aside. “Ugh, did I just think that? Girl brains are so stupid!” He smacked his temples repeatedly. “Boy things. Think about boy things. That’s what you want.”

Okay, that sounded way too weird out loud. He ducked his head into the water and gave it a hard shake, then shook his body and sprayed water away from his feathers. Trying to wash with a towel wasn’t washing much at all, so he jumped in completely, paddled to the edge, and climbed out. Another shake and a stretch and oh everything was so much better!

Then he froze. It was the first time he’d seen himself completely bare in a large mirror since all this began. He hadn’t done more than check his progress in the little hand mirror that confirmed his ‘sheathe’ and ‘cock’ were now ‘vulva’ and ‘clitoris.’ He had to keep those words clinical or he’d lose his mind. But now he could see the big picture. He knew the mirror had been turning him into a girl.

He hadn’t realized that it was a sexy girl.

Most likely, non-griffons would never know, but one look at the curve of his rump or the arching of his back and a griffon knew that was one fine blue ass. Except it wasn’t only his ass, was it? The change had gone up to his shoulders as well. The slight curve of the shoulder and the joint of his wing was smoother and less bulky. Even his tail felt more supple, and he gave it some experimental waves.

He’d been right to avoid Gabby, fending her off with excuses. One look and a griffon would know he was female. He couldn’t even be sure if it’d gotten to his face. He turned his head this way and that, but couldn’t confirm the change hadn’t reached there yet. “Oh, Boreas, I think I’m losing my mind.”

Then he felt the slow drip of warmth in the cool air. He blinked several times, then reached back and drug his fingers along his folds. Was he getting aroused by... himself? Was that even a thing?! He pulled his fingers away and spread the digits, staring at the spiderwebbing fluid extending between them.

The beast growled in his pelvis. Well, he was alone in the middle of a forest. Who was going to see? And if Silverstream or his friends did pop in on him now, he had a nice deep pool to drown himself in. His hand thrust down between his hind legs as he crouched there. It was a bit of a reach... easy to touch but he couldn’t move his arm a ton. Still, he didn’t need too. As his fingers stroked back against his traitorous addition, even the simple caresses were amazing. The rubs make his blue haunches twitch as he found the hard nub that was all that remained of his penis. Nothing could stifle his cry of delight!

The beast inside his loins stretched out its claws and hooked the inside of his belly, and the only way to placate it was to rub harder, feeling the wet ooze out of him. Maybe things were utterly horrible right now, but... well... that’s what silver linings were for, right?

He collapsed on to his side and splayed his legs wide. If someone did come by, impossible as that was, he could quickly close thighs and flop into the water. Evidence destroyed... his eyes closed as his fingers gave his slit the first real attention since he’d learned of its transformation. At first he’d avoided it out of fear that touching it would somehow speed up his change, but since he had no idea how fast he was changing in the first place, that seemed silly.

But there was also the fact that his girl bits felt so very different! Not better... exactly. It was just that as a boy he rubbed, he came, he stopped. Now it was rubbing... rubbing some more... and some more... and the hungering, wet sensation kept building and building without any kind of clear stop. He also couldn’t really stroke his clitoris for too long either. A second or two was fine, but longer than that and his whole hind end started to hitch. He was getting used to the sticky arousal. Was that normal? There was a part of him that wanted to ask Gabby or Gilda... and then the vast majority of his brain tried to smother the rest for daring to have such a thought.

His fingers began to curl in, caressing slightly deeper into his body. The sensation was so intense and alarming he chickened out, withdrawing and instead focusing more the lower half of his sex while bumping his clit. Poking too deep into that space was acknowledging something he wasn’t quite ready to handle, so he satiated the beast by teasing his sensitive exterior. He failed to suppress another moan. The beast approved. It approved a lot. He was more than a little nervous that it would be like last time. Maybe he could just... taper it off?

No, roared the beast. More!

He clenched his eyes, his digits now working double time and accidentally teasing into the opening. Every now and then his claw would graze the pink walls of his entrance and he’d cry out because it was the only noise befitting both bliss and pain. He finally rolled onto his back, hips raised off the earth supine. His fingers tried desperately to feed the beast so it would do whatever the heck it was trying to do! Suddenly his leg gave out, jerking in shock as he felt the beast roar, waves reverberating up his spine and down to his toes. Yet his hand, as if possessed, didn’t stop!

He should be laying back and cleaning up, yet still the beast demanded more. “Ah... Ahhh! Yes!” he cried out, idiotically, the monster inside his pelvis was ready to explode and he had no clue what he was supposed to do about it! His hips raised again, impotently humping at the air as his fingers worked this new sensation. His three digits worked his entrance with vigor, and even attacked his super sensitive nub directly. And just as before he felt the roar coming. This time ready, his whole body strained and shivered. Stars exploded behind his clenched eyelids as he came harder than he’d ever had in his life!

His fingers slowed... and then... then... started again...

He started down in horror at his slit, pink and exposed, his loins and tailhole as wet as his head had been minutes before. Was something wrong with him? Was he sick? He shouldn’t be doing this a third time! His tongue hung out as he breathed hard, letting out girly whines that humiliated while doing nothing to stop him. Again and again the fingers worked, the beast growling its approval as he drew his hind knees back and wide. There was nothing to do but to touch and rub. His free hand, desperate for something, seized his nipples. They stroked, rubbed, and pinched the tender beads, sending tiny explosions shooting through his hips.

“Ahhh... ahhh... GAAAAHHHH!” Gallus screamed right along with the beast, his whole body going stiff as a board. Finally... finally!... he pulled his hand away. The warm glow radiating outwards from his crotch smouldered throughout his body. He was going to be limping when he got back to the school.

“Ugh,” he groaned, panting, covering his eyes with a wing. “I’ve got to find Zecora and deal with this...”

“Quite glad I am this sight to see,” a mare said from nearby. Gallus’s eyes shot wide and he sat up to stare at the zebra mare casually leaning against the trunk of a tree. Her striped hide and the light coming through the trees blended together to obscure her from his view. But more than just sitting there, she was sitting with her legs splayed just as wide as his, and one forehoof firmly rubbing at the entrance of her wet sex. “But happier still to hear she’s looking for me.”

“Zecora, I presume?” he asked weakly... then died.

The end.

Author's Note

Another chapter. Let me know if you spot any gross errors and I'll fix them.