Galling Tendencies
By Somber
Chapter 7: Getting Into Character

Gallus nursed a cup of tea, trying to think of a way to stay ahead of everything that threatened to spill out into the open while Zecora calmly talked, reclining in her seat and utterly indifferent to the masculine bits that by all rights should be Gallus’... would be his the second he could get away. Spike had been sent by Professor Sparkle for some herbs, and he’d been chatting cordially with Zecora, but his green eyes constantly shot towards Gallus. Gallus had even tried to ask for the bathroom with the hopes of jumping out a window, but no luck. Zecora had an underground grotto complete with hot springs.

And worse, she’d accompanied Gallus down there and had helped wash her hind end. Gallus didn’t know if he should sputter and object or just accept it. Which would offer less suspicion from their purple interloper? Spike, at least, he hoped would stay out but the young dragon was curious about what he’d seen. So Gallus sipped tea and hoped that one of these rocks would magically devour him as Zecora talked about growing a phallus as if it was normal! For all Gallus knew, it was!

But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was playing over the sensation of that firm fleshiness pressing into him... that building pressure that straddled the line of uncomfortable and pleasurable... that explosion of bliss at the end... that spreading warmth and wetness... none of it was bad. Weird. Exotic. Strange. But as insane as it had been, he couldn’t say he never, ever wanted to do it again. He wasn’t sure he wanted to, but he was sure he wasn’t sure he didn’t.

Boreas save me, he thought, I need my penis back. I need it back now.

“Well, thank you so much for everything,” he said as he slipped off one of Zecora’s seats back upstairs, glad for the wash at least. He wasn’t quite sore as just... very aware the zebra had just been inside him. Vigorously. “But I really should get back.”

“I’ll walk with you!” Spike said, setting aside his tea at once.

“You really, really don’t have to. Stay and talk some more!” Gallus said, gesturing to the stable. Zecora arched a brow at him, her smile turning into a baffled frown.

“No, it’s okay. The Everfree Forest is dangerous, and it never hurts to have a dragon bodyguard!” Spike said as he snatched up his satchel and raced to the door.

Gallus groaned, then regarded the zebra. “Well, thank you. Can’t say for sure when we’ll meet again but thanks for all your help.” Strangely, he meant it. Too much time around ponies...

“Feel free to come again. It is always nice to see a friend,” the zebra offered as Gallus headed out with Spike right behind. The... things... pills? Candies? They lay within a hollow gourd on a string around his neck by a rope.

How to play this? Fly off? But would that just get Spike asking around the school? Play it like Gilda? That might work, but it could ruin things with Spike. Play it like Gabby? Ugh, he didn’t have that much bubbly cheer in him. Like himself? Might give something away.

“So you’re Gallus’s sister? Funny he never mentions you. I thought he didn’t have family,” came question one as they flew towards town.

Of course, he wants to chat. He’s Spike. “Yeah. No surprise. Family wasn’t ready for two chicks from one egg. They kept me, left him. It’s a pretty sore subject,” Gallus lied. Well, mostly. The sore subject wasn’t. “We just avoid each other. Easier that way.” Matter of fact. Cool. Worldly. Yeah, Gallina was starting to flesh out in his head. “Not that having parents was much better. I’m mostly on my own these days.”

“Huh,” he said as he flew besides her, and then his eyes glanced back... and again... and again! “So that’s why we’ve never seen you around?”

“Pretty much. I just needed something from Zecora, so I flew here to get it. Don’t get around ponies much. Or dragons.” He added, hoping Spike might get the hint. Only Spike was falling a few feet behind him, staring right at Gallus’s rear... no. Gallina’s rear. And from the blush on his scales, Gallus knew just what the sight was probably doing to him. Do I have a cute butt? Gallus mused, and had no clue if musing that was a good sign or not!

Spike immediately gushed. “Wait? Yes! I mean... ah... kinda. It is cute... I guess... Um...” He trailed off, biting his lower lip and Gallus mentally smacked his brain over and over for saying that aloud. “Is that strange?”

Gallus wished a bugbear would swoop out and save him from this conversation. “I dunno,” he said, trying not to lie too much. “I can see the appeal of say, a pony or... um... hippogriff.”

“Or dragon?” Spike interjected and Gallus tripped and nearly fell flat on his face. He whirled, now hoping he wasn’t blushing. Shit. Shit shit shit, he thought furiously as he looked at Spike standing there with his fingertips playing together... and something definitely poking out between his lowermost scales. He was... interested? Then again, he had just walked in on what Zecora had done to him... but that had been... um... temporary insanity! Temporary insanity on a temporary basis due to a temporary cock acting upon a temporary body. Temporarily!

Gallus had to admit, he’d always wondered where dragons kept their things. It was normally just smooth, but now there was definitely a gap forming betwix Spike’s loins and this purple fleshy spade like protrusion was sliding out. Gallus tried desperately to recover. Gallina was cool with shit like this, right? She’d just banged a zebra like it was nothing. She’d handle this. “Heh. Feeling hard up?” he said, knowing just how hard that could feel. “Sorry, kid, but you’re really not my type. You’re too...”

“Nice?” Spike said in a voice of utter dejection that Gallus knew painfully well. Gallus had never been quite 100% on dragon ages. Spike had his wings now. Did that mean he was a teenager, or still a ‘baby dragon’ like Professor Twilight always insisted. And he was interested in... relations.

“No! No. I don’t mean you’re too nice. I don’t mean that. You are a nice guy, Spike.” Gallus said all in a rush, knowing how bad that line hurt. “I mean... isn’t there a dragon at your school who’d be better for that?”

“She’s not interested in me,” Spike said with a sigh and a shrug. “I asked...”

Ouch. Not that Gallus wasn’t surprised. He wasn’t sure Smolder was interested in anyone romantically. Maybe Ocellus? “Bummer...” Gallus muttered as he stroked his beak with a feather. “A pony? I bet there’s got to be ponies inter-”

“She’s not interested,” Spike said flatly, “And I’m not interested in her anymore either.”

Ah. She whom? Gallus shook his head hard. “You can’t really want to do things with me,” Gallus said with a nervous laugh.

“Yes, I do! You’re beautiful! I can’t take my eyes off you!” Spike gushed and rubbed the back of his scales. That spade had pushed all the way out, and was now fattening up. It certainly looked more... exotic... than just a zebra member. He wondered what a hippogriff penis was like... wait. Why... no... focus!

And worse, the flattery was working! He felt his plumage fluff. No one had ever called Gallus beautiful before! He struggled to get a ‘handsome’. “You think I’m beautiful, huh? You know there’s this griffon named Gabby you should talk too. She’s good at everything!”

“I’ve met Gabby. She’s just a kid though. I don’t think she knows about... sex stuff,” Spike replied. “It’d feel kinda wrong to ask her.”

Gallus grunted. Spike was a good guy. Gabby was so eager to please, it’d be easy to rope her in. If she wasn’t practically his little sister... Gallus sighed, rubbing his face. He trotted off the path and took a seat on a log. Spike hopped up next to him. “Listen, Spike... you wanna do with me what I was doing with Zecora, right?”

“I’d like to,” Spike said in a little voice that echoed three quarters of Gallus’s own adolescence. “I just don’t know how. I always thought that if I was just nice... things would happen, you know? That’s usually how things work out in Ponyville.”

He reached out a wing and patted Spike’s back. “Yeah. Sorry. Just being nice doesn’t always cut it.” He tried to muddle his way through this. “Look, this is strange for me. I’m not sure this is good for either of us.” Gallus wasn’t even being honest with who he was right now. Did he want this? Was this cheating on Silverstream... who wasn’t interested in a relationship with him at all? Was this just for Spike’s sake? What would happen when he turned back? What if Spike developed a crush on Gallina? But Gallus knew... he knew... what Spike was feeling right now.

“It’ll be good. I’ll be good. You just tell me how!” Spike said eagerly.

Gallus took his hands before Spike grabbed something, “I mean, I’m not staying in Ponyville. Heck, this day will probably be the last day you’ll ever see me again. Are you sure you’ll be good with a one time thing?”

Spike nodded. “I don’t really know what I’m doing, but... yeah. I’d like to try. I’m a quick learner.”

Am I actually going to do this? Spike wasn’t a stranger. He was a... well... nice guy. Maybe a little geeky. Definitely a little lonely. Heck, rumor had it he was once interested in a cardboard cut out of a female animated pony skeleton. But did Gallus want this? He was still a little sore,definitely a bit sticky, but not bad, and Spike wasn’t near the size of Zecora. And as he stared down at Spike member, that traitorous part of him that had been curious about Zecora was now getting curious about Spike too. This was the last day he was going to be a girl.

Plus, he knew what it felt like to be ‘too nice.’

Gallus dared to reach out and carefully run his fingers along it. Her fingers. For this, he’d have to be Gallina. There was no way he could follow through as Gallus. Gallina reached out and caressed from the tapered tip down to the thick base, watching as Spike groaned and bit his bottom lip. “You’re cute, but you have to realize that if we do this, it’s just feeling good. No broken hearts afterwards, right?” she said, determined not to leave Spike pining afterwards.

“Yeah,” he panted a little as she gently touched along his length, feeling the odd bits and bobs. It was now fully engorged and she could hold it carefully in both hands. The skin had an odd, wax like texture. Gallina ran her fingers around, minding the claws, and explored all the rises, swells, and knobs. The tapered tip in particular made Spike throw his head back with a groan. Little spots here and there also made Spike twitch.

Gallina then brought the tip towards her beak and gave an experimental lick. It tasted... well... not really like much. She’d expected something, but the closest comparison she could reach was olive oil. Spike suddenly went ridged and she glanced up as he gave a sheepish laugh. “Ah... um... mind the beak...”

Rolling her eyes, Gallina put the tip firmly in her mouth and revealed the secret that while beaks were hard, they weren’t razor blades. She’d have to bite pretty hard to hurt, no different than teeth really, and so she took enough inside to provide a firm suction, running her mouth around the tip. She then rubbed the bottom as her mouth worked. It probably wasn’t the best blowjob, but she doubted spike had much to compare it too.

“Can I lick you?” Spike asked, causing her to arch a brow.

Gallina was cool about stuff like this after all. He gestured towards her rump and she let the member pop free. “You sure? There might be some zebra back there,”

Spike nodded slowly. I heard it’s important to make a mare feel good too for this,” he said, flushing a little. “It was in a book on pony health at the library.”

“I guess it’d be hard to find a textbook on dragon sex,” she said and he flushed and averted his eyes away. “Oh. You looked...”

“Yeah. And talking to Smolder didn’t help either,” he said as she moved up alongside him, running her feline rump against his scales before casually rolling onto her back. “Her response was ‘Ew, boys are gross.’ and Ember just sort of didn’t say much.” Having never met the Dragon Lord, she could only speculate. His claws ran over her nipples, stroking the soft cones and their subtle mounds. “Woah...” he muttered with freshly flushed cheeks.

“Change your mind?” Gallina asked she stroked his head spines.

“N...no! I’m just...” he stared down at it a moment, then puckered his lips and planted a firm kiss on the oval opening. Feat accomplished, he beamed. “I did it!”

Gallina laughed. “Now try licking a little.” Galina was confident. Cool. Controlled.

Spike put a hand on each of her splayed knees, closed his eye again, and gave an experimental flick of his tongue. Gallina’s leg twitched at the sensation, light and ticklish and different than Zecora’s. Every time the tongue bumped up against the base of her slit, she gave a little jump. Spike broke off the licking enough to ask, “Am I doing it right?”

Gallina replied by shifting her entire body back, her rump bumping Spike to the ground as she nearly sat on his snout. He opened wide, his tongue resuming its work as that perverted spring of pleasure tightened more and more in her gut. Gallina, not worried or embarrassed like Gallus was, moaned aloud at the zings zipping up between her legs and along her spine.

Her sex clenched tight around his tongue as she cried out in delight. A wet slurry went into Spike’s mouth, and the dutiful dragon attentively licked it up and swallowed it all down. Gallina pulled herself off him, and he grabbed her haunches, drug up as his tongue kept thrashing around inside her.

“I give! I give!” Gallina laughed, and Spike detached with a soft pop, dropping on his rear as his half lidded eyes gazed up at her in a daze. Gallina pulled free and turned around, leaning in and kissing him. Because that’s what she’d do. Her tongue assertively slipped into his mouth as she pinned him, kissing again and again. Finally she broke off the assault, looking at him beneath her. “You’re good with that tongue of yours.”

“I am?” he murmured, and she nodded. “Thanks,” he said as he glanced down between them and suddenly flushed, biting his lower lip.

“What is it?” she asked and then glanced down between them as well. She saw his draconic erection completely free of his body and had to admit, it looked weird. Not that pony wieners were pieces of art, but they weren’t complicated. The thing looked almost like a spiral or corkscrew with... bits. Ridged bits and bumpy bits and bits she could barely describe. Still, she couldn’t imagine it as all that different from what Zecora had put inside her, right. “Oh,” she said and then stroked his spines with a claw. “Still want to go all the way?” Somewhere in the back of her mind, Gallus prayed Spike would just squirt and pass out.

“I... ye...m... um... I...” He stammered as she gazed down at him. She started to rise off him, but he grabbed her shoulders firmly as he clenched his eyes shut. “Yes. Yes, please.” She paused, examining him as he relaxed a little. “I’m sure. Please? Can we?”

Gallina was cool about sex. Gallina had no problem doing something like this with a dragon. Gallina probably had already done it with a dragon, right? So the Gallus in the back of her head needed to shut up and let her be Gallina. She reached back to that corkscrew like protuberance. “Sure.” And then scooted back, guiding to her freshly tongue washed egg-hole. At least it had a sharp tip, so getting it inside shouldn’t be a...

Her eyes popped wide as it popped wide inside her and she suddenly wondered if she hadn’t just made a terrible mistake. It felt as if she’d just shoved a pine cone in her body, with dozens of prickly, pointy bits scratching and catching at the walls of her channel. Worse, the shape of the thing seemed to dig the pointy bits deeper into her walls. And were those ridges... they were! Her face twisted up as she realized getting in was one thing. Everything made getting him out a lot more difficult.

“Are you okay?” Spike asked from beneath her.

“Fine!” She gasped, her voice cracking. “It’s just... different. Differenter than what I was expecting.” She braced herself and rose off of him, and Spike cried out along with her as she moved him out of her. It wasn’t exactly painful... precisely. It hurt, but... not in a bloody and terrible way. The ridges scraped against her and seemed to tease her to move faster on that corkscrewing member. Her walls squeezed on it, but it yielded, only to spring back against her walls as soon as she stopped.

“The face you’re making doesn’t say you’re okay,” Spike said in worry. The face Gallus was making in the back of her head wasn’t okay either.

Gallus groaned. What had she gotten into her? Well, he knew what but... maybe Gallus should just shut up mentally and let her handle this? Gallia sighed, flushing a little. “Sorry. To be honest, this is my first time with a dragon,” she admitted. It felt... so different from Zecora.

“We should probably stop,” Spike said.

“I said I would...” Gallina muttered.

“I know. And thanks. I think that’s what I wanted more than anything,” Spike said. Gallina set her haunches and pulled... and lifted Spike off the ground under her.

“Urk,” Gallina muttered her face twisted up, all those bits lodging in. “I think... wait...” She tried to push his hips off her, but that just made it dig in more. “Medic,” she whimpered.

“Wait. Let me,” he said as he started to wiggle... and wiggling was the very last thing he should have done as it made that entire thing stuck inside her because as uncomfortable as it was, it also... felt... good? The more he moved the more it moved. He wasn’t thrusting much more than an inch, but that was all he had to move to hit everything from her entrance to even deeper inside than she thought possible. She lowered her hips more as he kept moving, not so much trying to pull out as do something. It was like sex with a flopping fish, except...

One of those barb bits caught on something inside her pelvis and she rolled on her side, reached down to hold Spike close as his hips jerked and twitched as she cried out both in perverse pleasure. Suddenly he clutched her shoulders as something hot... very very hot... wet and slippery began to flow. For a moment, she wondered if he’d done something unspeakable, before she reached down and collected something oozing out from the base of that corkscrew like member. To her relief and slight consternation, what clung to her claws seemed like a white oil, almost like paint. As it spread inside her, she felt that spring slip easily inside her, and then with a pull, pop free. Both of them collapsed on their backs, panting as they lay next to each other.

“Oh...” Gallina muttered.

“Oh wow,” Spike echoed...

“That was...” What? Gallina didn’t even have a vocabulary for it. It was like he’d both clawed her egg-hole with sandpaper and then covering it in hot massage oil.

“Yeah...” Spike said with a little chuckle. “You okay?”

“I think so,” she suspected that she was going to be super sore. A part of her was a little disappointed she hadn’t climaxed, but it’d just been too much for that. “You liked it?”

“Yeah. I mean, it was my first time so... I mean, it wasn’t bad or anything,” he blurted. She saw it was already shrinking back into his loins. “Did you?”

...kinda...? The mental glare Gallus gave warned her not to dare think of trying it again! “I don’t know if it’s different for dragonesses. It was... yeah...” she muttered.

“You know if you ever come by Ponyville,” Spike began, but she put her oily claw to his lips.

“I probably won’t. Don’t wait for me. You’re a nice guy, Spike. You deserve someone that’s there for you all the time, not just an occasional thing.” She said and then carefully rose. Oh yeah, she was going to be feeling that in the morning. “Still, I definitely won’t forget it,” she said with a wry smile.

They got cleaned up as best they could, with Spike having the easier time of it. Aside from some leaves grass on his scale, that corkscrew niightmare was back inside him, waiting for the next poor victim. After a brief walk they reached the edge of Ponyville. “You want to come back to the school with me? Maybe say hi to Gallus?”

Gallina laughed, partly over joyed that he seemed to have bought the twin sister story. “Oh no. Like I said, Gallus and I really don’t get along. Best you don’t even tell him you met me. It’ll just be awkward for him,” she said with a wave of her claw.

“Oh. Okay,” Spike said and gave a sheepish grin. “Um... if you ever stop back in Ponyville...”

“I probably won’t do that again. No offense but that was way stranger than I planned. Not bad! Just... not my thing.” You can say THAT again, Gallus grumbled in the back of her head. “Thanks though. I’ll never forget it,” she said as she patted his head.

“Okay. Well. Take care,” he said, flying off towards the school and looking back once. Gallina kept an eye on him until he disappeared out of sight.

Then, she disappeared.

Gallus waited two seconds, checked around to make absolutely sure no one was around, then dug out the little round balls from the gourd. He didn’t want to make one part male. He wanted to just be back to normal. He opened his mouth and popped it into his beak, masticating firmly.

It felt as if a fist suddenly grabbed his gut and twisted. “Oh Boreas,” he gasped as he fell to his knees and elbows. The hands were grabbing his insides and moving them too and fro as if a potter were shaping his entrails. “I think... I think...” something white and oily pattered to the grass behind him. “I’m good. You can stop now! I’ll go tell Twilight everything! Just stop,” he begged the magical forces and seemed to pull and twist his body.

He fell on his face, praying nothing worse happened as he felt things shifting inside. Had he just done something horrible to himself? Was his tongue transforming into a zebra penis?! He clutched his throat, eyes bulging a moment... but no. The sensation was working its way down. It was working. Please, let it be working!

“Passing out sounds... great,” he whimpered.

Then, as abruptly as it started, it stopped. The wobbly sensation in his gut was gone, but aside from Spike’s fluids nothing else seemed to be oozing out. Gallus breathed hard, then closed his eyes and reached down between his hind legs.

And felt something wonderfully familiar and firm. He let out a long breath as his hands moved further. “Oh, thank goodness. They’re back. They’re all back.” But he knew better. He carefully reached behind it, feeling for any sort of groove or hole.

Nothing. He rolled on to his back. “Oh my sweet Griffonhood, I swear I will never part with you again.”

“Finally. This nightmare is over,” he said as he rose to his feet, still feeling a little rubbery. He needed a bath and a chance to talk to Silverstream. He flew back to the school by a roundabout route. After all, it wouldn’t do to have anyone asking questions, but if it came to that, he could just claim to be coming from the clubhouse.

First he made his way back to his room with Sandbar and stored the gourd under his pillow. Then he used his towel to clean off the... residue. “Seriously, Gallina, what were you thinking?” he muttered with a smile. Gallina sulked in the back of his mind as he stepped out with plans to make his nightly visit with Silverstream.

Except he ran into something purple and scaley with a thing that made his pelvic muscles clench. Thankfully, THAT was out of sight, but he doubted he’d ever forget...

Spike blinked at him a moment, rubbing his noggin, “Oh, sorry Gall–... OH!” His eyes popped wide as his cheeks went pink. “Ah... Hi, Gallus! You must be in a hurry! Ah...”

Gallus’s heart thundered in his chest. “What?” he asked in his usual brusque manner.

“I... ah... Your... ah...” Gallus gave him his best Gilda impression. Finally Spike blurted, “Power Ponies! Have you seen the latest issue? It’s really... ah... really... intense!” He cupped his hands over his crotch. “I gotta go!” He fled so quick he left a Spike shaped cloud in his place.

Gallina gave a throaty little chuckle in the back of Gallus’s head. Gallus was too happy to be annoyed as he practically skipped to the bath.

He’d gotten away with it.

Author's Note

One more and this arc should be done. Might do more. We'll see. Hope the story is still interesting.