Galling Tendency

Ocellus studied. She studied in class, in the library, and after class. She studied before every assignment, and probably afterwards too. Where Silverstream was a firehose of interest, Ocellus was a creeping tide of awareness, consuming all that lay before her. And so of course she was studying in the treehouse. When Gallus had failed to spontaneously die to escape having to deal with the implications, he'd woken with mutters of blood sugar and lame excuses about needing somewhere to study while Sandbar and Yona were busy. Once the word ‘study’ was broached, Ocellus was engaged.

"So in 978 Princess Celestia held the..." Ocellus said, trailing off in a prompt.

"Ah... um... geee... that's a toughie..." he said, trying desperately to feign interest in something he cared nothing about. "Did it have something to do with friendship?"

Ocellus cocked her head thoughtfully before smiling. "It did. It was the first communique with Griffonstone since the fall of King Guto. And it allowed the admittance of whom to Summer Flight School?" she asked, as if sure he should know the answer.

"I have no idea. Yona?" he said with a roll of his eyes.

She gave a light, tittering laugh. “Ah. I see. Yes. Yona...” She reached over for another paper. "In 1002, who suffered a humiliating defeat from the love of Mi Amore Cadenza and Shining Armor?" she asked as she read off a paper.

"What class is that for?" he mused. "No idea. Cozy Glow?"

For some reason she seemed surprised, frowning a moment as she regarded him. "Huh..." she murmured. "What about Professor Pinkie's assignment?" she asked as she pulled out another sheet of paper. "The recipe for Griffonscones is flour, water, honey, chopped walnuts, a pinch of salt and..."

"Friendship?" he suggested with a scoff.

"Right," Ocellus said as if this was somehow the right answer. "And Gallus's favorite color is?"

"Huh? I don't know," he blurted, unable to admit it was pink. “Blue?”

"I see..." she said slowly as she put the books aside. Then she suddenly changed into a massive bug like monster, pouncing him to the floor of the tree house "Who are you?! What have you done with Gallus?!" she roared, narrowing her six glowing red eyes.

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" Gallus shouted, waving a claw up at those massive mandibles. "It's me! What's wrong with you?"

"No, you're not!" she snapped back. "At first I thought you were Chrysalis, but there's no way she wouldn't have flipped out at being reminded of her greatest defeat! But you expect me to believe you didn't know how Gilda got to attend Summer Flight Camp? Or that Griffonscones need baking powder? Or that his favorite color is pink! I've been watching you all week! Your shapeshifting is good, but you can't hide your errors from a changeling!"

Of course Ocellus would notice something. "Ocellus! I don't study history! I don't pay attention to baking except to eat whatever's made! And do you honestly expect me to admit I like the color pink?" More that he liked a pink person, but still.

The eyes bent in worry, and with a flash she reverted back, frowning down at him. "Maybe, but you're also not Gallus. Every day I've seen you you've had all these little changes. Your hips. Your shoulders. The curve of your spine. The others said I was crazy but I know the differences when I see them!"

"Listen. I've been going through a thing. I don't know what you think is going on, but whatever it is, it isn't!" he said as he sat up. As he did, the bag of Zecora's candies swung free from the leather thong around his neck.

She hooked it and pulled it free, the strap sliding off over his head. "And what is this? I've been seeing you eat these all week!"

"Ah! They're just... ah... candies! Griffon candies! You wouldn't like them!" he blurted in a rush. “They taste like... butt.”

"Oh? But if they're just candies...!" she said as she fished one out. He dove for them, but she transformed into a bear that easily fended him off with one paw while she popped one into her maw, chewed, and swallowed.

Gallus froze. It’s okay, he told himself silently as he stared in horror, she’s a changeling. It probably won’t have any effect. Right?

Ocellus flashed back to her normal form, staring at Gallus, shaking. It wasn’t okay. She grabbed her head as her shiny carapace hide started to elongate and stretch. He watched as two horns pushed their way out of her hide, the flesh shifting like clay being moulded up into two sharp spires. Her color darkened to blue. The plates around her shoulders and chest seemed to soften and melt, turning shiny, then translucent, going from periwinkle blue to a deeper turquoise. Her amaranth ‘mane’ disappeared completely, and the wing coverings on her back darkened to burgundy, with dark maroon circles. But perhaps most alarmingly was between her hind legs, the flesh was being stretched and shaped in a way that Gallus knew all too well.

Ocellus opened... his... eyes, now deeper blue as they gaped at themselves, sitting on their haunches. Then they looked down between their hind legs before snapping to glare at Gallus. “Eh... bad... candy?”

“What did you do, Gallus?” they roared as they shoved Gallus’s shoulders back and slammed him hard into the ground. “Why’d you turn me into Ocellar?! Why are you fucking with me, Gallus!”

“Ocellar?” Gallus said, gaping up at them.

“Who the heck do you think I am? How’d you make me this? How’d you change lock me!? Tell me what’s you’re playing at or I swear I will fucking–” Ocellar roared, drawing back a hoof.

“Wait! I tried to stop you from eating it! Why would I do this to do and stop you? Think!” Gallus yelled back.I can’t believe I am telling Ocellus to think!

Ocellar stared, grit his teeth and stomped the floor hard next to Gallus’s head before moving off him. “What is going on? Why am I a boy?”

“Um... Really funny story!” Gallus thought, his mind racing. “So there was this yak the other day who was hawking these candy things! Said they’re really make you feel like a man! So I–” went flying as Ocellar turned and bucked him half way across the treehouse. Gallus landed in a heap.

“If there was another Yak in Ponyville, Yona wouldn’t shut up about it for a week,” Ocellar growled as he advanced. “Ask me how I know. Try again!”

“Dude, I don’t like you as a dude,” Gallus muttered, rubbing his beak.

“Join the club! Now talk! What’s going on with you? Why all the shifting? Why are you carrying around candies that taste like changeling jelly and turn girls into guys? Is this a thing?” Ocellar demanded as he glared. “Talk or I’ll–”

Glow bright white as a magical field enfolded them both, separating them to other sides of the tree house. “What is this? What are you doing?!” Ocellar roared as he struggled against the magical field holding him.

“This isn’t me!” Gallus retorted.

“No. It is I,” a voice said softly in the air between them.

“The tree,” Ocellar said softly, finally halting their thrashing.

“Oh, Tree! Hah. Listen! I know it looks like we’re not friends and stuff but I totally swear that–” the glow wrapped around his beak and held his mouth shut.

“Why do you fight?” the disembodied voice asked.

“He turned me into this! He did this to me!” Ocellar roared.

“Oh. He filled you with rage? He took your control?” the tree asked in the voice of their headmare.

“Well... no. But he did something! He’s been acting strange all week!” Ocellar snapped.

“And does that make it right to harm him? What would she think?” the voice asked coolly, the question making the blue changeling flinch. “And Gallus, do you think so little of your friends?” The magical band around his beak dissolved.

“I need to handle this on my own! A griffon... I can’t just fall back on my friends. I need to be able to fix my problems!” Gallus snapped back.

“And has lying and deception worked thus far? Or are your reasons for such rooted in shame?” the tree asked coolly. “Fear and doubt will serve you poorly in your life to come. Respect yourself more, and trust in your friends.”

“Easier said than done,” he muttered, dropping his gaze. The glow holding them faded.

“I need a minute,” Ocellar muttered as he stepped out of the tree house. Gallus took a deep breath, looking at the spilled zebra candies. Every instinct told him to run. Run from the tree house. Run from the school. Just go till he found some way to fix this. But did he want to run because he wanted to fix his own problems, or because he was afraid that the friends he made wouldn’t be friends if they knew?

He poked his beak out and spotted Ocellar sitting by the edge of the cliff. Gallus flew over, landing next to the changeling. “You know, there’s no tree out here to stop you from pummeling me some more.”

“Don’t tempt me, bro,” Ocellar snorted. He glared at his hooves. “Damn. I hate this.”

“You really don’t like being a guy,” Gallus observed, earning a glare, and he raised a placating claw. “It’s just being a changeling I would have thought that it wasn’t that big a deal. Male today. Female tomorrow. Can you just be whichever?”

“Gallus, you ever wonder why I never turn into a guy?” Ocellar asked, and then gestured to himself. “This. I’m a jerk as a guy. Nobody likes me like this. I don’t like me like this.” He said and slumped. “When I was a grub, I was a boy a lot, because being a girl around her was terrifying. So, I was a jerk. When Thorax freed us, I could be a girl all the time. I liked being a girl, even if shit scared me ten times as much, because I could be me! I chose to change, even if it meant losing a lot of who I was.” Ocellar hung his head.

There was only one person he could be referring to. Ocellar went on, “There’s changelings that are whichever they want. Male. Female. Both. Whatever.” Gallus furrowed his brow at the word ‘both’ as Ocellar went on. “But when I’m a guy, I’m a real shit. I’m rude and unfiltered and I get angry really, really easily. Especially when I’m scared. But when I’m a girl, I might be scared, but people want to take care of me and be around me and it’s not so bad. I can make mistakes without being mad at myself for it. I can deal with things better.”

“Okay, fair point,” he admitted. Considering what he’d done as Gallina... “I know it can be a big change, believe me,” he muttered, his heart hammering in his chest.

“You? How could you kn...” Occelar trailed off as he stared hard at Gallus and blurted. “You’re a girl?”

“No!” Gallus said sharply. “I mean yes. I mean... ugh...” Gallus hung his head. “Forget it...”

But Ocellar grinned. “No no no, I get it,” Occelar said, waving a hoof. “I mean I get being one thing and being another. Let me try again. ‘You’re a guy who sometimes has the body of a girl but you ate the candy thing so you’d have the right body?’ Better?”

“Yeah, that,” he said with a sigh.

“Right. Right! Okay. That makes sense.” The changeling said, nodding. “But you haven’t always been like this. What happened?”

Gallus laid it all out. Everything but Spike. The mirror. The wish to be with Silver Stream. Becoming more and more feminine and then needing to find a solution. Zecora, and even experimenting with Zecora. Ocellar nodded thoughtfully.

“Zecora. Woah... I’d like to make an interspecies connection with her. Share the love, you know? Unff! Unff!” the blue changeling said with a thrust of his hips.

“I am having too many horrifying revelations today. Please stop adding to them!” Gallus muttered. Sweet, merciful Boreas, it glowed...

“I’m just saying! Dat flank. Dem stripes!” Ocellar gave another vigorous series of thrusts. “I would get all in there!”

“She was getting all into me,” Gallus pointed out. “I mean, it wasn’t bad but it also wasn’t that.”

The changeling rubbed his chin thoughtfully then shrugged. “Eh. I’d let her tap my ass. Or whatever else.”

“I will never be able to look at you the same way after today,” Gallus mumbled.

Ocellar laughed, smirking, “Gallus, bro, chill. Most of this is because I got changed and wasn’t expecting it. Like... Bam. Old, bad habits I had when I was a kid come to the surface and I don’t have any filters in place. Gimme a day or two... eh... I wouldn’t be Occelus, but I probably wouldn’t be as bad.”

Gallus sighed, running his finger through his headfeathers. “I guess I understand. When I’m Gallina, I was... kinda me, but also kinda not. I’m not ‘girl gallus’.”

“And I’m not ‘boy Ocellus’. Different modes. Different body chemistry. Different everything!” Ocellar’s smirk faded. “When I am back to being Ocellus, I will never ever speak of this again. Like seriously. You think I don’t feel and want to do stuff like sex? Course I do. But I never admit it, because I’m scared of messing everything up. But I still want to do it. It’s a whole problem. Right now I’m a jerk. Total jerk. Ten thousand percent jerk, bro. But I can at least admit what I want. When I swap back, never happen. So, like, be nice to me when I’m back to being a girl, kay? Or I swear I’ll kick your blue butt all over Ponyville!”

Gallus nodded. “Okay. Okay. Sorry. I just... you always seem to have it together and I didn’t think you were interested in things like that.”

“I’m an empathic being in a school of raging hormones. I can’t not think about things like it. I usually just suppress,” Ocellar said with a shrug. “Honestly, if I didn’t have Smolder as a roomie, I probably couldn’t handle it.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “Speaking of changing back, when is this shift jamming crap supposed to wear off?”

“It used to last all day,” Gallus admitted. Ocellar blasted him with a flat, deadpan stare. “But! But maybe it lasts differently for changelings? It doesn’t last as long for me anymore,” he admitted. “What’s shift jamming?” he asked in a desperate bid to distract Ocellar.

“Spells and stuff that keep me from changing forms. Mostly magic junk. Super annoying,” he said. He grunted and stretched and strained. “This is the wooorst,” he groaned.

“So, are you like Silverstream? Only interested in girls?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

“Bro, I’m interested in people. Cute boys. Cute girls! Like... yes. I’m happy with whichever. I’m interested in you!” Gallus reflectly jerked back, earning a snort. “Relax, bro. I know you don’t do the D.”

“It’s not so bad,” Gallus admitted, flushing. “I mean, when I was Gallina. Trying it out... yeah. It was... interesting.” He admitted and then added, “But not as Gallus. Not that it’s wrong or anything... but... yanno...” he trailed off lamely.

“Cause there’s a box in your head marked ‘Gallus’ and ‘gay’ isn’t in it. I get you, bro.” Ocellar said with a wave of his hoof. Then he grinned, “But you also got a box marked ‘Galina’ in there too, don’t cha? And you’re not one hundred percent sure what’s in that box.”

“Is that how it is for you?” Gallus asked.

“Bro, Ocellar is my mental closet where I stuff all the mental and emotional junk I just can’t handle as Ocellus. Everything I repress gets shoved in here. You just forced me to experience it all of a sudden.”

“Is it because of the changing?” Gallus asked. “Like did the magic make the box?”

“Who knows? I know Silverstream’s always Silverstream because her shape’s not connected to who she is. She only has one box, it just has a lot of baggage stuffed in it. Yona too. Smoulder’s like a box inside a box. Sandbar’s...” he paused, screwing up his face in a very Ocellusian expression of stalled articulation. “Sandbar just is, Bro. Like I don’t think he thinks about who he is or who he’s supposed to be, you know? He just is.”

“You think when we get this fixed, Sandbar, Spike, and I should take Ocellar out for a night on the town? I mean, as big a night as we can find in Ponyville?” Gallus asked, patting the changeling’s shoulder.

Ocellar opened his mouth several times. “Shit, Gallus. That’d...” He shook his head hard. “I barely got my shit together as Ocellus. I don’t have a clue how I’d handle it as Ocellar,” he said, looking like he was doing his best not to cry. “But the offer means a lot, Bro. It means a lot.”

Gallus nodded and then felt a tingle from the tip of his beak along his spine to the tip of his tail and a tell tell buttery sensation under his feathers. “Woah,” Ocellar blinked. “Your eyes just changed a half millimeter. Is your thing wearing off?”

“You can see that?” Gallus gaped in amazement.

“Sure. When you’re a changeling, little details like that are vital. If we could fool each other we’d never get anything done.” He twisted his face. “What’s it feel like?”

Gallus rubbed his face hard. “Like... wax that’s getting softer and softer. Or... honey under my skin,” he explained. “I should go before other places start changing too.”

“Wait! Wait!” Ocellar said with a wave of his hooves. “Let me watch, bro!”

“Watch?” Gallus yelped.

“Maybe I’ll see something. You haven’t tried to study it, have you?”

Gallus had to concede getting a second opinion might help. “You’re not going to try anything, are you?”

“Bro, what do you take me for?” Ocellar said with a hurt look.

“A dude that was telling me how hot you were for Zecora and that you were interested in me,” Gallus asked back. The warm, soft feeling was in his tail and started creeping down along his pelvic bones.

“Fair,” he admitted and pressed a hoof to his chest. “I solemnly swear this is purely for study and I’m not gonna try nothing with you, bro.”

Gallus took a deep breath, selected a bean bag chair, and flopped into it. Biting the proverbial bullet, he splayed his haunches wide. “Might as well focus on where the biggest changes are.”

“Bro, everything on you is changing. Your eyelashes are longer!” Ocellar said, sitting before him watching. “I saw this the other day. Like every edge of your feathers was in flux. It was so weird. I swore you were some changeling that didn’t know how to lock his form in, but that didn’t make sense. I can see blue hairs on your rump changing! It’s wild!”

“I’m glad someone’s getting something out of it,” Gallus admitted. The attention, unfortunately, was sending some mixed signals. His pink cock poked out of its sheathe as it tingled like a sleeping limb. “Ah, don’t read anything into that.”

“Don’t worry. Like I said, you don’t do the D. No worries.” He said as he reached forward and gently prodded his sack as the warm tingling spread. With the pressure, he could feel his nuts slowly shrink away. “That’s so weird!” he gushed.

“What’s so weird?” Gallus asked, feeling even more alarmed. “You do this all the time.”

“I transform! Like flipping a switch. Changeling, pony, bugbear. I just go from one to the other. Silverstream’s the same way. You’re... metamorphizing! That’s so weird, bro!” He said as Gallus’s member returned back into his sheath and then that too pulled back into his hips. “Oh wow, I feel it moving around! And you say a mirror did this?”

“A really creepy bad mirror,” Gallus muttered. The tightness around his throat was elevating his voice. “I see why Professor Sparkle didn’t add it to the spellvenger hunt.”

“Oh yeah. I remember those. She got a lot of risky artifacts. Thorax actually sent her royal jelly. Can you imagine!” he laughed. Gallus grimaced as he felt things being pulled around inside his pelvis. “Oh wow. It’s turning your scholong into a hoohaa. That’s so wild, bro! Super efficient too. I can see why the gummies don’t stand a chance. This is super resilient stuff, bro!”

“Ocellus! I don’t pay attention in magic class!” he blurted. “I mean, Ocellar! You!”

“Chill, bro,” He replied with a snicker, then he lifted one hoof. “This is my Ocellus shape.” He lifted the other. “This is my Ocellar shape.” He put them together in a little upwards chevron. “Imagine the spell as a ball pushing from one to the other. You need a little magical energy to push it up, over the peak and down the other side. I do it normally cause I’m a changeling. Silverstream uses her shard. You’d use the gummies. Okay?”

“Okay. So once the magic pushes the spell over the peak you change,” Gallus said slowly. “And don’t change back till you push it up the other way?”

“Right. Like I’m not constantly holding a different shape. If you took Silverstream’s shard, she wouldn’t immediately swap back to a seapony. It’s like flipping a switch for us. But your change is different,” he said as he held up one hoof at an angle. “This is boy Gallus,” he said, gesturing to the higher end. “And this is girl Gallus.” the hoof pointed at the lower end. “The magic wants to roll downhill, so no matter how much magic you use, you’ll always change back.”

Gallus groaned as he felt things twist inside his pelvis. His belly grew softer and sleeker, pink nipples more pronounced. “So...stronger or more magic won’t fix it. What will?”

Ocellar lowered the higher end of their angled foreleg so it was lower than the other side. “Unfortunately, I got no idea how to do that. This is super serious magical theory. If Professor Sparkle or sunburst doesn’t know, I think we’re gonna have to find that mirror and figure it out.” He said with a shrug. Cocking his head, Ocellar reached down and lifted Gallus’s claw. “Bro bro bro! Look! Look really close!”

Gallus frowned, looking at the yellow, waxy foreleg he’d always had. For a moment he was about to ask what he was talking about when he saw it and felt it. A tiny shimmering line that corresponded with that warm honey like sensation creeping along. As it passed, every yellow scale on his foot seemed a little neater and more uniform. Girly. “Woah. There you are,” he murmured, staring at the line as it crept along.

That was a changeling penis... it was pretty inevitable that when you didn’t wear clothes, you were going to see something. Most species kept it inside and away most of the time, and changelings were no different. But Ocellar’s penis wasn’t inside. It protruded out like a delicate glass sculpture of artic blue flesh, elongating into a pointed head, textured with strange ridges and bumps that were accented with flecks of teal. Then he connected eyes with Ocellar, immediately flushing.

“W-what? You’re a sexy person, Gallus. Boy or girl!” he said, and there was a nervous tremble that Gallus recognized. Ocellar might be a box in Ocellus’s head... an identity put on in a time of need, but Ocellar was still Ocellus at the core, just as he wasn’t Gallina.

“Kinda hard for a guy to hide it when they’re worked up. I get it,” he replied with a sympathetic smile. “Probably easier for a girl.”

Ocellar groaned. “You have no idea...”

“No, no I do,” he replied with a smirk. “I know what it’s like to want to do that kinda stuff but things are in the way.” It was what got him changed. “Do you want to do something about it?” he asked as he pointed at his cock.

“Habazawah?” Ocellar blinked and looked down at it, then at him. “You mean... you and me? Actually doing it?”

“No!” Gallus replied reflexively. “I mean, Gallina would, no problem...but...” Now he felt weird.

“But you’re not Gallina right now,” Ocellar replied. That was a point. Gallina would. Gallina wouldn’t have any problem with it. The problem was that he wasn’t Gallina.

“Right,” he replied, feeling more weird and confused. He’d changed completely into a girl. So why wasn’t he like when he was with Spike? That hadn’t been bad at all. “But... why am I... I dunno... ‘girl gallus’ instead of Gallina?”

Ocellar leaned back. “Big question, and not an easy answer.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Remember how I talked about boxes in the head? Well you got the Gallus box and the Gallina box. The Gallus box is you. Boy. Griffon. Friend. Student. All bits and pieces that make up who you are. Your ego, good and bad, made up over years of life.” Then you have the Gallina box. Girl. Griffon. Likely not that similar to Gallus. More over, you likely didn’t make Gallina for you. You made it because you were talking with Zecora.” And Spike, he mentally added as Ocellar went on. “So Gallus is who you are by default. Gallina is who you are when people see a girl griffon that you don’t want them to associate with Gallus.”

“But I’m a girl now, and not Gallina,” he pointed out. “Why?”

“Because you don’t have any reason to be her. She’s a role you assume not because you’re a girl, but because you don’t want people to associate Gallus with Galina. And, I suspect, because she gets to do things you might not be comfortable with.” He gestured to himself. “I’m different because Ocellar’s an identity I made over years. He’s a lot of things I don’t want to be when I’m around other people, or even when I’m alone. But sometimes, he does make things easier.”

“But why though?” Gallus asked with a frown. “It’s not like magic junk, is it?”

“No,” Ocellar said thoughtfully. “I think it’s because you changed while I watched you. You never had a chance to swap from Gallus to Gallina, so you’re still Gallus. Just a girl. But if Smolder walked in...” Ocellar trailed off with a smirk.

“I’d just die,” he joked, then thought. “No. I think I get it. I wouldn’t know how to be Gallus with a girl’s body. So, I’d start as Gallina.” He rubbed his head. “That’s so wild...”

“Not really. Some people go through their whole lives being who others expect them to be,” Ocellar admitted. “Like me dealing with this,” he said as he gestured to the erection.

If he’d met Ocellus as Gallina, maybe he could still be ‘in character’ for her. Just as he suspected that, beneath the anger and bluster and ‘bros’, he was still with his friend trying to deal with an ursa major sized batch of awkward. “I notice you’ve dropped a lot of ‘bros’, bro.”

Ocellar rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Look, speech is one of those big things, bro. Little tells.”

“Would it kill you to throw in a ‘dude’ or two?” Gallus asked with a smirk.

“No, but it’d make me feel like Sandbar and this is already weird enough as is!” the changeling retorted. The banter didn’t seem to be doing anything for his arousal either.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He said and then asked, “Why don’t you just rub it out?”

“Rub... what out?” Ocellar asked. Wow. That confirmed it.

Gallus smiled, “Make like Sandbar or me when Yona and Silverstream are doing a girl’s night together.” He gestured to the delicate, floral like cock. “Rub it till it squirts.” Ocellar turned bright pink. “Or don’t. Just saying, when it’s hard like that, you can deal with it.”

Ocellar shifted back in a bean bag chair, staring at it as it jutted up before him. “I’ve never played with it before...” he admitted. “How?”

“So Sandbar usually just holds it between his hooves and uses the soft pad and not the edge of his hoof. I have to be a lot more careful when I do it. He also sucks on the tip. I’m not quite into that. It’s your part. Do whatever you want with it. You could hump it against some silky pillows if that’s your thing.”

“I...” Ocellar bit his lip. “Wait... Tree House? Are you okay with this?”

No one appeared, but a voice said primly, “What happens between friends in the tree house stays in the tree house.”

“Right. Right,” Ocellar groaned as he started to stroke those almost white hoofpads against his cock. “That feels soooooo weird...” he groaned softly.

Gallus snickered as he reached down, hooking a finger in his slit and rubbing slowly around the opening. “Tell me about it. Why’d biology make something as nice as a clit so hard to find?” But find it he did and he let out a groan as his fingers rasped against it, pinching it between two digits as he rubbed as well. This was nice. Strange and awkward as neither of them was in the ‘right’ body, but nice as well. Gallus almost liked this better than if he’d been Gallina. She’d never be as open with his friend. In fact, she might have tried to tease the changeling. Gallina could be a real jerk sometimes...

Okay, less psychoanalysis. More rubbing. One claw worked over each of his teats, teasing and stroking each of the supple, firming, rubbery nubs as those fingers worked in and out. A lot of tension and frustration went into each stroke. Finally, someone knew, and it wasn’t a total disaster. Finally, he was a little more settled on who he was and what he was going to do.

Ocellar, meanwhile, ducked their head down. The long changeling tongue wrapped around the head and pulled it into his mouth, sucking firmly as hooves rubbed the base furiously. “Don’t hurt yourself,” Gallus advised as he felt that wet and wonderful spring winding tighter and tighter in his pelvis. But Ocellar didn’t stop, that tongue poking out here and there as it wiggled along the ridges a third of the way down from the tip. Gallus just focused on himself, working the two fingers in deeper as he stroked his front, feeling the warm and wet, yielding pressure. It was utterly different from a penis, yet just as wonderful. And while having another cock in it might not be bad, and might actually feel good, he knew it wouldn’t be with Ocellar... now. Maybe ever. Right now this was good enough.

And the pale blue gray changeling gasped, the smooth vinyl like sac twitching as ropes and streams of pearly fluid erupted out over their front. “AH! No! Stop!” he wailed, trying to stop the flow with a hoof which just made it go everywhere. “Why won’t it stop!? Ahh!” Yet he was also laughing too.

Gallus couldn’t answer because the spring in his pelvis went ‘twang’ and he arched his back as his own muscles twitched. The hammer of pleasure went right up his spine as wet dribbled out and over his fingers, down his thighs. Not the greatest of orgasms, but good. Nice. The sort one shared with a friend. “Got it under control?” Gallus asked with a grin as Ocellar sat there, semen dripping all over them.

“How do boys handle these things?” Ocellar whined. “Oh, it’s everywhere!” he laughed.

“You should see the mess Sandbar can leave.” Gallus replied, reaching over for a towel that just happened to be in reach. Thank you magic tree house. “When she says he’s ‘like a yak’ she’s being literal.

But the changeling got a strange look on their face, then made a hiccuping noise before flashing from the hooves upward. A slightly smaller and much pinker Ocellus appeared... drizzled liberally with ropes and strings of semen. A horrified look covered her face as she stared at Gallus in mortification, then looked at the spunk coating her crotch! “Ack! No! Bad! Away from there!”

Gallus handed over the towel as she furiously wiped. “You can’t get pregnant from that, can you?” Ocellus gave a very Ocellar-y look before he shook his head. “Sorry. Probably not something you’ve had to think of before. How do you feel?” he asked, and then amended. “Besides sticky?”

She stopped the obvious reply. “O...okay? I think. That was probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done. I’ve never let myself be a boy that long before.” She walked over to the sink, washed it out, and cleaned off more. Gallus had to admit clean changeling was shiny, pretty changeling. “How do you feel?” she asked.

“I’m a girl again!” he said with a resigned huff. “I keep trying to solve this on my own and I keep failing to do so.”

“Why not just tell us? We’re your friends.” she asked, he looked away, and Ocellus sighed. “I get it. Embarrassing.”

“A little. It would really suck to have Gallina stick to me. Like, I thought messing up Heartswarming Eve was bad. I’m just imagining ten years from now Sandbar saying ‘Remember when Gallus was a chick?’ Like... I just want it to go away.”

“That’s not it, though. Not all of it?” Ocellus asked as she washed out the towel again.

“No,” he admitted in a low mutter. “What if... what if they can’t? What if Zecora’s candies stop working entirely? What if all of Griffonstone knows I’m a girl? Gilda, Gruff, Gabby... ugh, Gabby. She’d wanna go shopping for claw polish or something...” he shook his head, dreading that particular fate worse than death. “If Professors Sparkle and Glimmer say ‘Sorry, Gallus! You’re stuck like this forever. Better change your name to Gallina full time!’ What am I supposed to do then?”

Ocellus sighed and walked over, giving him the wet towel. He didn’t have as much to clean up as she had. “I get it. It’d be like being stuck as Ocellar all the time.”

She cleaned herself off before tossing the towel back by the sink. “You’re probably the only one that does get it,” Gallus replied. “I want this fixed in a way that leaves me... something... when its over. Because what I’m really terrified of is that people will find out and tell me I shouldn’t fix it. That Gallina’s better than Gallus. I... I just don’t know if I could take that,” he admitted as he hung his head.

“Well, I know,” she said as she sat next to him, putting her head on his shoulder. “I’ll try and find out what I can. Maybe I can ask Professor Shy to ask Discord about it. Say I’m doing an extra credit project on artifacts. But I do think you should tell Professor Glimmer too. She’s as powerful as Professor Sparkle, and Sunstreak’s super smart. I think between the two of them, they might be able to find something.”

“Okay. And if they can’t... and we can’t... I guess we’ll tell everyone then,” Gallus said.

Then there was a click and the door opened. “If they’re not here, then we should find Professor Sparkle–” Smolder said over her shoulder as she walked in. Gallus stared as there was a flash next to him. Smolder then looked straight at him, then next to him. “Hey! I found Gallus! Both of him!”

Both...

He turned and stared at himself. Gallus stared back, brows furrowed. “What?” Silverstream, Yona, and Sandbar walked in with Smolder, the quartet gapping in shock. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet my twin sister... Gallina,” Ocellus said with perfect grudging tones. “Gallina, my friends–

And so Gallus died. Again. For good this time