Ponies were weird. A good kind of weird, with their wanting to help and always being eerily happy and whatnot. It was a weirdness that Gallus could understand. Even admire, on those odd days when he was honest with himself. However, there were so damned many that the weirdness blended together into this sort of fog that you learned to accept. Even enjoy. That was one thing that made his other friends so special. They stood out. And Sandbar... eh... was Sandbar.

But none of that could prepare him for his first encounter with a zebra.

He’d been lucky not to break his beak when he’d woken and tumbled out of her bizarre hammock, nearly smacking his face on the cauldron of bubbling green slime. Then there was the minor panic attack that had come with the masks leering down at him... followed by the horrified realization of his first words that even his voice had started to sound... off. It was softer and less... him. If he couldn’t even talk at school, he was done.

He probably could have handled that if he could pull his thoughts together, but somehow everything seemed to assault his senses all at once. The fact that Zecora seemed to press every single button on his libido not labeled ‘Silverstream’ didn’t help! He really wanted to make things happen with her, and his damned cunt wasn’t getting the memo.

For starters, he could not stop staring at her ass. It was maddening. Pony butts were boring, but throw some stripes on them and the hemispheres became a magnet for his gaze. Add to the fact that her tail covered nothing at all around the base and every motion seemed to promise some kind of erotic delight. There was even a smell that was different. Maybe it was her life in the Everfree. For once Gallus was glad his penis was gone, because it would be out loud and proud. As it was, he felt his sex drive growling in the depths of that moist cleft. The little trickles of wet tickled maddeningly.

Oh, sweet Boreas, had he just acknowledged that he had a cunt?

Worse, when Zecora had come down stairs, he’d had to figure out what to say. Professor Applejack might be all for honesty, but he had no idea how closely associated Zecora was with his teachers. Would she immediately inform Professor Sparkle if Gallus explained his interaction with the magic mirror? Or did she simply not care? Gallus couldn’t recall any zebras in attendance when school started. He would have noticed her standing out.

“So you attend twilight’s school, Gallina my dear. But what, may I ask, brought you here?” Zecora asked as she set out tea. Not only was having a vagina messing with his voice, but it was also messing with his taste! This boiled grass actually tasted... not bad! It almost distracted from her strange rhyming habit.

He’d go with... 51% honesty. That was good enough, right?

“So, miss Zecora, I... have a friend. A girlfriend... who happens to be a griffon too. Named... uh... Gona. And she’s trying to get with another friend of mine, named ah... Silver... spire! And she... Not me! She was wondering... um... if...” his voice kept dropping more and more. Ugh, what was wrong with him! It had to be that drooling hole in his loins! It was letting all his brains drip out! “If you could... gim m pns...”

Zecora dug at her ear a moment. “I am afraid I could not hear, could you repeat a little more clear?”

Gallus really couldn’t. “Giv a grr a pnis...”

Zecora turned her head and leaned in closer. Sweet Boreas, she even smelled good. Like sandalwood and gold. “I am afraid you must speak up. Did you ask for a dog in a cup?”

What? How had she gotten that? “Give a girl a penis!?” he shouted, nearly knocking Zecora over, then clapped his talons over his beak, feeling himself blush horribly.

She gave a cool look, rubbing her ear a moment. “It is, I see, another day of people shouting at me.”

“Sorry. It’s just super embarrassing!” Gallus whined. “I don’t even know if its possible Like that stupid apples to oranges thing!” He must have sounded crazy. “I just... would like to know if it’s possible to give a girl a penis so she can be a boy.”

Zecora’s frown melted away in an oddly disturbing fashion. “You wish to act the role of male, but lack the equipment that would entail.” She said with a swish of that brush like tail. “Fortunate that you found my door, for I have what you need in store.” She said as she turned to all of her bottles and jars.

“So you can do it?” Gallus gushed as he flew to Zecora’s side. “Something that’ll turn me into a dude?”

“I confess it is not the norm, but I can give you something to help you perform,” she said as she reached over and rubbed Gallus’s jaw with a hoof. “I have a potion I make now and then, for lovers who want their sex-lives to extend.” Gallus felt that stupid damned blush burning on his cheeks. “A bit inexperienced, are you not, my dear? Confess, because the evidence is rather clear.” And dripping down the inside of my thigh!

“I... I’ve fooled around,” Gallus said coolly. The mirror counted as fooling... didn’t it? And it wasn’t like griffons were monogamous. In fact, sex was pretty transactional. It was what you could get out of it that made it good or bad. Hell, some considered a bad lay a theft of one’s time, while a griff who was good in a nest could have their life made. Of course, Grandpa Gruff had a very firm ‘No fooling around in my house rule’ but that was just to prevent having to pay for even more mouths to feed.

Of course, Silverstream was different. She was special... but Gallus had to admit he really would like to have a little more experience before doing it with her. One of his nightmares was them being alone in her room, the lights went out, and he couldn’t figure out how to put it in. Or worse, he accidentally... put it in the wrong hole. Yeah... that would be bad.

“Ah, I stand corrected, but lacking experience shouldn’t be disrespected,” she said as she gathered up her jars. “Am I right, and please don’t wail, in assuming you’ve never been with a male?”

“Y... no. Wait... No. Definitely no,” Gallus determined as Zecora set out a wooden bowl and then shook a small blue flower petal into the middle. “Is that poison joke?” he asked in alarm.

“You know the herb, I’m happy to see. Quite a bit grows wild here in the Everfree,” she stated as she retrieved a second jar and carefully dropped three bright purple berries into the bowl as well. “Purple morpheus berries are perfect to make all your merries. Be sure not to use the pink or blue. You will not enjoy what happens if you do.” She warned ominously. Her tail then gave a swat to his rump, and Gallus’s eyes popped wide.

Now, Gallus wasn’t Gibbins McDoomcock. He didn’t get hens draping themselves all over him, hoping for a good time. In fact, depressing as it was, the one person that had shown the most sexual interest in him was... Tag. Gilda scared him that she’d bite it off, and Gabby was just... Gabby. So to have Zecora now teasing him... now that he didn’t look like a him... and was missing his him parts... well, it was more than a little overwhelming! And... flattering? For all the wrong reasons... Fuck...

Would Zecora be doing all this if he looked male? Or was somehow him as a girl... better to other people? Would Silverstream like him better this way? He was so confused... no. He’d fix this and THEN ask questions... but Zecora’s tail gave another pat, and the impact rolled right through that traitorous hole and straight up his spine. A part of him wanted to move away... but it was attention! He found himself shifting sideways, closer to her, till their hips met. The sensation of her flank on his made his whole body hum. Oh Boreas, just set his face feathers on fire already!

“After that, what you will need, is a bit of ambrosia seed,” she said, carefully adding a sprinkling of tiny, white seeds. “Finally, and this is a bit smelly, we will need some royal jelly,” she announced, getting a small bottle filled with the same green ooze as the jar Gallus had hidden away. She added a dollop of the pungent mint smelling fluid into the bowl, then stoppered the almost empty bottle. “I will need to find some more. Sadly they don’t carry it in a store.”

“I should introduce you to Ocellus. She can hook you up,” Gallus mentioned with a chuckle. Then he coughed and blurted, “But don’t tell her why I was here!”

Zecora cupped his chin and gazed into his eyes with those rich blue ovals, and his hips quivered. He wanted... something! Anything! But... that was wrong? Wasn’t it?

Then her lips met his beak and screw that mirror. A phantom reflection was nothing compared to the pressure of her lips on his. She clearly knew how to kiss a griffon, turning her head just so, letting him open his mouth so that his sensitive pink tongue could slide against her softer equine one. Just a kiss made his whole body shake. There was a little romantic part of him that was a little disappointed it wasn’t Silverstream, but the mob of raging hormones and sexual anxiety beat it into submission as their tongues twined together.

“I... You know... don’t know how zebras are about... this...” Gallus panted when they broke.

“I think you will find I am like your own kind. We take what we get, so no need to fret.” Zecora assured him, stroking his crest gently. Oh Boreas, it felt so amazing. The pressure made his skin tingle with every pass. “Or perhaps you are worried then about the feelings of your hen?”

“Huh?” Gallus stammered, and oh damn the four winds to heck, he was blushing furiously! “I don’t... I mean... Maybe...” The fact was that Gallus didn’t know. If Silverstream had been a griffon, it was pretty simple. You wanted to get together and you did it. If you got with someone else, that was a totally different transaction. And Silverstream’s brain was in her bird half, so maybe she’d see things the same way too? A small part of him, the part of him that was against making the deal with that stupid mirror, wanted to wait. To find out just what the fallout would be with Silverstream if he did do something with someone else.

But it was drowned out by the part that remembered in her in the pool. ‘Nice guy. Not interested.’

Well, that part concluded, Zecora was and he was old enough to decide things like this.

“I haven’t... I mean... I haven’t done it with someone like this,” he murmured, dazed and accidentally honest. “But I kinda wanna be...” he couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes, and so closed them as their lips met again. And again. Kisses that repeated, growing longer and longer, with tongues intertwined. Each one, Gallus felt himself slipping further and further away. Every kiss made him lay further and further back, until he found himself as he had next to that pool, on his back.

Her hooves kept his hind legs splayed wide, as he clenched his eyes shut, biting the side of his hand to keep from telling her to stop, or worse, moaning for her to continue. But continue she did, her mouth finding his nipples, now fully feminine. When had that happened? Somewhere between passing out at the pool and now, maybe? Now there was a sensitive pad of flesh beneath each, making the hard nipples stand rigidly out as Zecora caressed each. Then he felt the warm, wet, sensation of her tongue caressing each of his nipples in turn. The gentle contact of her tongue on each of the teats pulled an invisible cord on the end of Gallus’s head, drawing it back till his neck and shoulders arched.

Then Zecora’s mouth moved down to that traitorous hole and he abandoned all pretense at silence. He cried out, ‘Yes!’ as Zecora’s tongue curled a slow orbit along the inside of that tan ring of flesh. Suddenly it thrashed vigorously against that tiny pink nub; Gallus nearly screamed, hind legs twitching against those restraining hips, but also trying to desperately press his crotch towards that thrashing sensation. Abruptly it disappeared, and he gasped for breath, the electric sensation fading for just a moment before her lips pressed to his sex and a firm, general suction pulled at his body. That set off wet tingles deep in his pelvis as the pressure reversed. Needless to say, he could feel his excitement just pouring out of him, into that hungry mouth.

And aside from the pleasure was something else. A deep seated need that burned deep in his chest. A need to be wanted. To be desired. To not be dismissed as a ‘Nice guy.’ And with every lick of her tongue and pull of her mouth, Zecora fed that need. Maybe being alone out here in the Everfree, she felt it too?

The explosion that ripped up his spine and down his legs was the best by far. He wept in pleasure as his whole body trembled in joy. How long had it lasted? Minutes? Lifetimes? Zecora observed the attack with a pleased, feline smile.

Her ministrations relaxed for a moment, his legs going slack, but waves of bliss crashed back and forth through him. There was no beast this time. Just waves that went on and on and -

Oh, Boreas, she was licking again.

Then his eyes popped wide and he did a little sit up, as if to verify that she was actually... but she was. He stared, his eyes locking on her calm, even amused blue ones as her tongue worked. Gallus wanted to stammer some sort of inquiry that Zecora was okay with licking... there. But the gaze he got told him to just settle back and enjoy. It wasn’t the gaze of someone doing this grudgingly... but someone doing it with enjoyment. Within seconds he fell back, just enduring every motion and pass of that length. He couldn’t believe she was doing it. Couldn’t believe anyone would do that!

Oh oh, sweet Boreas, Gallus feared he’d just explode into a cloud of blue feathers and lust at this rate! One thing was certain, though! No more kissing till she brushed her teeth!

Then he exploded into a cloud of blue feathers and nothing mattered anymore.

When Gallus came to, there were a number of new sensations. Not the drying stickiness between his thighs, stretching from that hole all the way down to his toes. How the heck did they get sticky?! No, it was more the sensation of waking up with something very warm and yielding next to him. Something smelling intoxicating.

Then he raised his eyes and found himself spooned up against the zebra, who watched him with an amused smile. They swayed together in her hammock, which fortunately was strong enough for two. Gallus gave an embarrassed little squirm against Zecora. “Um... hi. Was I out long?”

“No need to fear, it was only a few minutes, my dear,” she said as she lowered her mouth. Zecora laughed. “Oh, dear Gallina, don’t be a sucker. Was that the first someone licked your pucker?”

“Yes. Yes it was,” Gallus stated, but Boreas help him, it was still tingly. He dropped his eyes in embarrassment. “I didn’t know you could cum from that.”

“It’s something I save, my little petal, for people who I think are quite special,” Zecora murmured as she stroked Gallus’s head plume. “Normally I don’t, but I could tell from your sheen, you are a girl who likes to keep clean.”

Stupid shampoo, Gallus thought. “Well, no offense, but I hope you brushed,” he said quietly. She blew gently, and he smelled mint. Well, that was considerate at least. Gallus still wondered what he was supposed to do now? Were they... done?

Gallus didn’t want to be done. Back in Griffonstone he’d be making excuses to go, but he didn’t want to do that. Instead his eyes were down towards Zecora’s rump. A part of him wanted to give what he’d gotten, but he had no clue where to begin or how to start.

“Please forgive my little quirk, but we got distracted from our work,” Zecora said as she reached over to the bedside table and picked up the bowl. Inside was the bluish purple paste, which now looked like a slightly raised blue ball of dough. “If you plan to use this to seduce you should be taught in its proper use.”

Gallus, relieved at the distraction, nodded. Zecora shifted on her back and let the drop fall on her belly, just above her sex. A moment later it changed from blue to white, and slowly sank into her body. “You just put it on you? You don’t eat it?” Her entire belly seemed to be shimmering like marshmallow whip. The feminine teats diminished, the nipples shrinking down to barely visible nubs.

Zecora’s eyes popped wide. “Goodness no, that would be quite a tale, if it turned you completely male. To avoid anything strange, place it only where you wish to change.” Gallus tried not to show his excitement. He had it. Everything he needed. All he had to do now was... oh sweet winds above, what was happening?

A blob was growing like a fungus, her skin stretching and elongating as her body manifested a male member, and Gallus couldn’t pull his eyes from the sight before him. The tumorous mass stretched out like some sort of stalk, before thickening out and laying atop her belly. Zecora groaned, her eyes closed as a blissful expression crossed her face. Two thick knots sprouted at the base, forming into a firm equine sac. It was different from what he’d expected, though. The length and shape, though undeniably male, seemed almost... cute. Maybe a little shorter than Sandbar’s... but maybe Sandbar was just well endowed?

As the striped member... it had stripes! For easy measurement. Gallus fought to suppress a giggle... as the member grew and filled out, he saw the hints of a sheathe at the base. It seemed very much like a ‘girl cock’. But maybe that was only because Zecora hadn’t eaten it? Did she have a vagina still, or was it gone too?

Gallus couldn’t help himself. He reached out, running his digits carefully along the length, from the flared tip to the medial ring in the middle. Zecora gave a little shiver at his touches... she could feel it! Did it function like a real penis? Zecora had jewels now. Were they full of cum? What would it feel like when she came? His fingers reached down to those heavy orbs, and Zecora emitted a soft coo. He couldn’t help a small smile; this might be the last time he was ever a girl. Why not enjoy this moment before he fixed himself for good?

Holy shit, why am I thinking so much on this?

Strike that? Why am I so wet thinking about this?

It wasn’t like with Sandbar. With him, penises just never came up. Gallus had his, Sandbar has his, and never the topic would be mentioned. But now, so close and intimate with Zecora, Gallus couldn’t help but wonder things he could never, ever wonder when he was a guy. What did it smell like? What would it feel like... inside...?

“Is it your first time?” Zecora asked gently, and Gallus couldn’t help but nod. It was a first, with this stupid girl’s body. And Zecora just nodded, “I think you will find it quite sublime. Play with it if you dare, just be sure to take extra care.”

Gallus could certainly empathize with that, and ironically, he knew exactly how to touch a penis with a clawed hand. He ran his fingers up and down, finding the tactile sensation oddly familiar and alien at the same time. Maybe it was the flared tip, he wondered, his fingers toying with the ridge. What did it feel like when it went inside? Did it hurt? It felt spongy, compressing a bit around a more solid core. The musky scent rising off it was tantalizing as well; not as heavy as Sandbar. Lighter. Like saffron.

What did it taste like?

He’d lost his mind. That was it! He was gibbering crazy now... no, not crazy. He was... learning. For when he was male... and with Silverstream. He’d know what it felt like for a female. What it tasted like...

He carefully lowered his mouth and gave the very tip a little lick. What had he expected? Certainly not the sweet yet faintly salty mix. Zecora groaned as he dragged his tongue slowly along the flared edge. It had a girl smell to it... even if it was a boy bit. He didn’t think he was gay for licking a penis... It’s not gay if it’s a girl’s penis!

Was it too late to reconsider the crazy defense?

Then he felt Zecora’s hoof against that treasonous nether region. The soft squish... oh he was soaked, and just the pressure against his skin was so... distracting. It was mad. Mad! That was all there was to this!

So if he was mad... would it be so wrong... to try it?

“How does it go in?” he whispered, in fascinated horror.

“Do you really want to try? You seem as if you’re ready to fly,” Zecora murmured in concern.

If he didn’t do it now, he might as well go and become a monk of Boreas! Would it hurt? A lot? Or would it just be more new and terrifyingly wonderful and awful sensations he was dealing with today? But though he didn’t answer, Zecora carefully rolled him on to his back, moving over him. His heart thundered in his chest. He should stop! He should stop! He was a boy, not a girl! It didn’t matter how good it might feel, this was wrong! Except those protests got stuck somewhere in his throat and garbled up so it just came out as a whine.

Then he felt that flared tip against his nether flesh. Just a slight pressure against, and Gallus realized this was, in fact, going to happen. It might be bliss or horrible, but the fight left him. “Please...” he begged, not even sure what he was begging. That pressure paused and he closed his eyes. “I’m afraid it’ll hurt,” he whispered, disgusted at how pathetic he was about all this. Why couldn’t he be like Gibbins? Why couldn’t he at least be like Gilda?! He knew nothing about Gilda sexuality, but he couldn’t imagine her lying there like this!

“It will all turn out fine. It’s always scary the very first time.” And that pressure against increased... and then to his horror it transformed from a pressure against to a pressure into... and suddenly Gallus cried out as he felt that flesh yield. His heart hammered as he felt this oddly pleasurable discomfort... which made no sense at all! It was like a stretch that strained his muscles, but also felt good at the same time. Only this strain was muscles that... he wasn’t used to straining. He gave a little cry as that flared head rasped against insides he couldn’t even imagine. Inch by inch, it moved deeper, and it felt so big that he knew it must be in his chest!

Then he felt her hips meet his, the soft yet firm orbs lightly touching that soft skin between his tailhole and now full hole. “There. It’s all inside,” Zecora assured him. “It’s not easy to be stretched wide.” He had no idea how wide she was. One mile? Two? Ten? It was hard to say. He thought there was supposed to be blood and tearing... that’s what Gilda had said when he was a chick. But now he just felt... very full and very, very vulnerable... and yet there was that traitorous part of him glad to feel this way.

Slowly Zecora reversed motion, and Gallus groaned as he felt that flared tip grinding against every inch of his insides. He felt helpless and wonderful as that tip slowly pulled forth, along with a gush of his wetness. Was this normal for a griffon hen? He wanted to ask someone, terrified of the answer.

As the tip was about to escape, Zecora reversed yet again and pierced him. Part of his skin crawled at the feeling of this living pole of meat inside, and part of him delighted in the zinging sensations that shot up his spine and down his legs. Part of him was humiliated that he was flat on his back, getting slowly penetrated again and again by that striped member... and part of him felt the sickest sense of delight at the motion, and even wanted it to continue.

And continue it did. The singular motions started to thread together. In and out. In and out. The pumping fell into a regular, quick pace and it was all Gallus could do to cling to Zecora’s sweaty hide as she took him with that marecock. He was certain that, at any moment, he would come to his senses and beg her to stop... but that moment always stayed just out of reach. In and out. In and out. Again and again. So simple and wonderful and uncomfortable and humiliating and he just did not want it to stop.

Because, as with her tongue, something gave. It wasn’t like a beast, but a phoenix, singing this wonderful song... and he was singing too. Well, crying out as his loins clenched hard on that invading member, as if trying to claim it forever.

Suddenly Zecora grunted and held him firmly, and with detached fascination, as his body floating in that song of carnal bliss, he felt a wet warmth spreading out through his hips. It passed further and further, sloshing and pouring and travelling further and further in. Spurts, hot and thick, flooding inside him. And Gallus just laid there as if this were a dream.

I just had a zebra mare cum inside me, Gallus reflected, and I think I really... really liked it.

It would have been really nice to pass out again. Fall asleep. Part of him wanted a break, but another wanted more... but all that was broken by the creaking of the door to Zecora’s hut opening. Gallus just gasped, looking over at the figure standing in the doorway.

Spike stared at the pair, his green eyes wide, a blush firmly burned on his cheeks. He held a scroll that Gallus bet was in Headmare Twilight’s writing, and it fell from his claws. But it wasn’t the look on his face.

It was that he was staring right at Gallus.

Don’t say it, Gallus thought as zebra semen sloshed inside his hips. Don’t say it!

“Gallus?” Spike murmured in bafflement.

And Gallus died.

Again...

Author's Note

Sorry for the lateness. Went in for the flu shot. Got coughed on by other people while waiting for the flu shot. Got the flu.

If you see any errors, please let me know. Thanks to Neverborn for helping edit this smut.