I woke up with an urge. I wasn't sure... what the urge was, really... But... Oh...

I put it together with a bright blush. It wasn't some mysterious thing. I was, to put it simply, horny. As a guy, which I had been, that happened, sure. You watch some porn, beat things out, ta da, you're past it. Pretty simple, really...

Mares were not guys. I had no joystick to grab onto and play a quick game. How... How did it work for ladies? I looked around the darkness of morning, rolling up to my hooves with a twitching tail. I had nothing to watch. I had no clue how my anatomy worked. I was just stuck being turned on.

On the other hand, or hoof, I did... have someone of the other sex. He was right there, in his nest. He had all the parts I needed. I had confirmed that! We could... do what comes naturally...

I looked to the clock that wasn't there, then the window. Dark, but not night dark. It was becoming morning. "Wake up," I called, wings flapping behind me. "Gael, wake up."

"You alright?" He was squinting at me from above. "You sound broken." I hadn't meant to, but I had asked him with a very deep bedroom voice. "And you're looking at me odd." Oh, bedroom eyes included at no extra fee. "What's up?"

I blushed even harder than I already was, but didn't look away from him. "A mare, um, has... certain needs..." I had been a guy, a dude, and there I was, a lady pony, tail lashing about, propositioning some birdcat.

"Go outside," he advised. "Not too close."

"Not that!" I squealed, stomping down a hoof. "I don't need to get something out... I'm pretty sure I need something to go in. There's a difference."

He blinked so cluelessly. I hated in that moment that I thought he was cute when he did it. "You want breakfast?"

"Gael, this is why you called me." I swear. "You are clueless when it comes to people!" Was I an expert? I don't think I had been, but I had the basics down, darn it! Which is more than Gael could claim. "Come down here!" I insisted in that needy way that kept my blush alive.

He, thankfully, hopped/glided down, though he was looking at me like I was being strange. "You alright? Shoot, do I need to get a doctor? I just got you."

"You have everything I want except a clue!" I groaned, pawing at the ground, but there, it was right there, in front of me. There was one thing a guy just couldn't miss...

He reached for my head, ruffling around my ears. That felt nice, but that wasn't the part of me that wanted attention. I went in. My nose bumped against his dangling bits. I knew what those were, what they felt like... I had those... God, did that make me gay? No! No... I was a mare, a lady... Um, so it made me pretty hetero... for a mare. Maybe not cis, and yet, perfectly hetero!

Gael's grip on my ears tightened. "Hey, watch it! Those are valuable."

Dummy! Of course they were... I nuzzled that fuzzy dangling set of orbs, slowly brushing it with my own fuzzy snout, breathing in its air as my tail whipped and raised a little. "Very valuable..."

He shoved against my shoulders, but I moved in, sliding against his talons to engulf him, licking and slobbering over his prized jewels. God, there was something about it, a scent, a taste? Whatever it was, I felt like I wanted more, so much more...

"You're not that kinda pet!" Still, his shoves had stopped. Was he worried I'd hurt him? I hoped not! I was his. I wouldn't do that! Then, it hit him. "I order you to stop!"

So I did... I didn't want to... but I belonged to him, so I drew back and sat down with a whimper, watching him.

"Great... what's going on with you? I did not ask for that!" he threw a hand angrily aside as he said it. "Explain."

"It's not obvious?" How clueless could a guy be?! "I... need you, want you." I turned a bit, coiling to present my rump towards him, to do things... Now... I had done things with those lady parts. Jessica had showed me that, worked with properly, lady parts could feel really good! "Take your dick and put it in there. Please?" God, somehow, in that moment, I felt sure the 'real' pony I was made a copy of would never say that. But I wasn't her. I was me...

That made it crystal clear. I had put all the cards I had out on the table. There was no more ambiguity in what I wanted. "You're in heat," he breathed out. "I never... thought that was a real thing. Just an excuse for hens to get all... up on their cocks. Ponies do it too?!" Oops, I had broken his worldview, which was not leading to what I had hoped for.

I stomped hoof to hoof. "Don't you want to do it?" He didn't have any other lady friends that I could see. Guys had needs too! Shoot, the way it was usually written, guys always had needs. If I had fingers, maybe I coulda tried some of the things Jessica had showed me, but all I had were big hooves, which were not built for the task.

"You're a pony," he pointed out as if that was the obvious answer. "I am a griffon."

"So put your griffon part in my pony part," I concluded. We were both thinking, talking, creatures. Did our specific species actually matter? Besides, it was Equestria, I bet...

Suddenly I wasn't as horny. I had thought about the next step, that I'd make kids, foals, chicks? Something not a pony and not a griffon. A little both? Technically, myth wise, a hippogriff! But that was a different thing in that world, oops. That's when I remembered the myth of how hippogriffs came to be. A horny mare in heat met with a hungry griffon, and his hunger for flesh was overridden by... other hungers... and they did what came natural.

Ta da... hippogriff made! Love triumphed!

That griffon had not been Gael.

"You alright?" He looked relieved that I hadn't tried to go after him again.

"Yeah... I don't need a doctor." A doctor could not cure what was wrong with me. We already tried that! "Sorry..." I reached up to rub at my cheek with a flat hoof. "I wasn't trying to scare you. I was..." Horny? "Sorry... If you don't want to, I'm not gonna..." I almost raped the guy. As much as he had taken from me, being a stallion with fingers, turning it around to that wasn't right. "Sorry..."

"Glad you're calm again." His hand came down on my head, rubbing through my mane and along my ears. That felt nice, though he was terribly unlikely to move past that, and part of me wasn't sure if we should. "Breakfast and wash time?"

"Breakfast and wash time," I agreed, rising up and trotting towards the kitchen. I got to cooking, my mood squashed quite effectively. I slid over his plate at the end of a wing and trotted past him, not watching him eat.

I didn't hear him devouring his food. "How does that even work?"

"How does what work?" I turned back towards him. He wasn't eating.

"So... I never did that before..." He scratched his talons across the back of his head, looking sheepish. "Not with a hen, and definitely not with a pony... This ain't what I bought you for!"

Oh, he was... a virgin. Was I a virgin? Well, if one counted what Jessica had done, definitely not! I couldn't remember much... before that. At least relating to that... stuff? I didn't have a girlfriend, I guessed? And, pow, I was a girlfriend, at least, I could be.

Life was strange. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You surprised me," he countered. "Not scared."

"You had my teeth near something very precious and you didn't know what to do. You were scared."

Oh, how he glared at me.

"Any guy would be... I was trying... to... make a..."

"You were a hen cornering her cock," he finished for me. "And you almost did it."

I was at least 70% sure that hens did not have to do that! "Am I ugly?"

He blinked softly. "What?"

"Am I ugly?" I tilted my head at him. "I mean, I'm not even your, uh, species. So am I ugly?" Maybe all ponies were ugly in griffon eyes. No wonder he was hesitant.

"No!" He threw up his hands before standing up, his breakfast still untouched. "It ain't like that. You're a perfectly fine pony, as ponies go."

"So all ponies are ugly?" I ventured with an awkward smile.

"That is not what I said!" With a loud click, he suddenly leashed me. "C'mon, gonna go take a bath." And we were outside. I was being led on the line. He had to know I wasn't trying to run, so why the leash? I didn't argue it though, walking along behind him with the leash drooped between us.

We arrived at the river and he attached the leash to a tree! I peered at him as he walked way. I was not a dog... Also, he didn't actually tell me to stay there, just tied me up and assumed the rest. But I was not a dog! I waited for him to get to washing, then I grabbed the rope between my hooves and... Did i mention hooves suck for that? Still, applying some teeth and tugging, I got the rope free.

I didn't undo the leash. Somehow, that felt like a step too far. He had put it there, on me... so it was up to him to take it off. I was his, even if I was rebelling a little... Besides, he needed help! I splashed right into the water with a silly grin, closing in on him like a big awkward shark.

"Stay on your side," he ordered without seeing me. Did he think I was some random other griffon?

I wasn't, and I grabbed him from behind. "I will help you clean up. Nothing more, promise." He tensed in my grip, but he could have thrown off my hooves without too much effort. He hadn't. "I thought you were tied up."

"I thought I promised to help keep you clean." And the scrubbing began, working my hooves over his form to help get rid of the dirt. "And you never ate! You're going to be so hungry at work."

"I'll grab something around lunch," he promised, but he was letting me wash him and he was relaxing. Was he enjoying it? Good! I used hooves and wings in concert to help brush the dirt away, carried along by the swift current. "Look, uh, Ditzy?"

"Yes?"

"You're mine."

"I know that." I nuzzled into his neck. "And?"

"And I don't do that with things that belong to me... Then that hen would be right! I did not buy you just to... do things like that with, alright?"

"You mean Gelly?" I worked at his ribs diligently. "She's scared for me, I think. She doesn't want me being hurt."

"Good! I mean... neither do I?" He slipped away and turned towards me. "Which means none of that."

"You weren't asking me." I sank down into the water, just my head poking free of the cold stream. "I was asking you... a bit forcefully... Sorry about that."

"Is that a pony thing?" He was climbing free to shake off the water. "It's creepy."

"That was a..." Was it a pony thing? I really had no idea... "Sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you either. You own me, but I care about you, stupid griffon."

"Why?" He rose up, mostly dry. "I haven't given you a lot of reasons to 'care' about me."

"I still do, so there." I stuck my tongue out at him, then started a slow pony walk/swim to the shore. "By the way, another little thing about that... past me... that you say wasn't there. I'm pretty sure I was a guy."

Gael blinked so slowly. "Are you... uh... a guy that likes guys?"

"Gay?"

"All ponies are gay." He rolled his eyes. "Happiest creatures I know."

That was not what I meant... "Anyway... I am a mare." It was hard to argue with the mirror. "And I don't know how to... handle things."

"Handle what things?" Oh, he looked so clueless. "Anyway, you don't want me to be late for work, right?"

He had a point. Off we went, to work! He had listened, I promised. He shouted at less people that had no need for his services and made sure to save it for anyone looking out of place. He found another pony. "Hey! Need a helping hand?"

"Heya Muffins!" He waved at me, oops. "Whatcha doing all the way over here in the griffon lands?"

Now they were both looking towards me, one eagerly happy for an answer, the other I was in the way of. Shoot... "Hey, just rediscovering myself, ya know?" That was true, right? "This is my friend, Gael." I waved to Gael. "He gives good tours of the town, where all the important stuff is."

"Oh, I thought he was just trying to take my bits." Well, some of that too. "But if you say he's legit." He looked back to Gael with a big innocent pony smile. "I'll take it. I'm passing through and need to know where to eat, sleep, and stuff. If you know any good touristy spots to take a picture, bonus!"

"Great!" He clapped his hands together, his scowl transformed like magic into a happy smile. "Twenty bits and we'll get going."

"Wow, you must be the best guide around." Despite his mild complaint, the bits were fished out. My fellow pony was paying the exorbitant fee. Part of me wanted to warn him, but I was Gael's, so... making him get less money would not be very good of me, right?

I waved instead. "Treat them right, Gael. They deserve the best!" That was the best I could do! I thought... Um... Don't be mad at me...

"Don't you worry a feather. I'm gonna knock their socks off." Not that the pony wore socks. "Right this way."

Of course, I followed them. I trailed back, trying to not be immediately visible. "Gael watching?"

I hopped. Oh, it was Gelly. "Heya!"

"Hey yourself." She ruffled my mane lightly. "I heard you... shouting a few funny things this morning. Did he do something I should hurt him for?"

Oh no, she heard that! "He didn't do anything wrong!"

"You sure sounded like he did something wrong." She squatted down in front of me. "So spill it. Girl to girl."

I drew a soft hiss of a breath. "It was me... I was... hot to trot." There was a term that made more sense as a pony. "And he was right there, and..."

She raised a brow at that. "Hold up there. You wanted to go outside? Does he lock you in?"

"No!" Ugh, alright, so saying, lost. "I was all..." I sat down on my haunches, struggling to phrase it all in a way that didn't make me a huge perv, which I guessed I kinda was at that moment. "I woke up and I... wanted the company of a guy, a guy specifically, to do guy things with me, a girl." There, that was about as blunt and yet clinical as I could think of.

She whistled in a way only a bird could fully master. "So he did get you for that!"

"No!" I stomped down my right hand, er, hoof. "I wanted it... He said no. He was a perfect gentle... pony..." Gentlegriff? "I just looked like a real stupid person, and I still feel kinda dumb."

"That's because you were kinda dumb," she remorselessly noted. "Seriously, Gael? Even a pony could do better."

"That's mean!" I fluffed up in defense. "He's a nice guy, even if he still needs work."

"Hey, not here to pick on your boy." Oh, that smirk on her face. "You have the hots for him, huh?"

"No!" Well maybe a little. "It's... alright, can I ask you something?"

"We're already past that, girl." She ruffled my mane gently. "What's on your little horsey mind?"

Well, alright... "So, this is kinda a personal question..." I rolled a hoof in the air. "What should... a lady... who feels that way... do, that isn't... crowding up on a guy until he does guy things or you're made to feel like a total jerk."

"First, you owe Gael something, an apology at least."

Oh, how I deflated.

"Don't look like I kicked you. You were rude to him, just the same way I thought he was gonna lay in on you. You owe him. Anyway, what? If I'm... that... way..." She glanced around a little and back to Ditzy. "Are you seriously asking that? Ponies know how to... entertain themselves, don't they?"

I raised my hooves towards her. "Nopony taught me how to use these for that." Seriously, not a soul taught me how to use them for anything, but I was teaching myself. The idea of pressing them, uh, down there? Sounded like a good way to get hurt.

"You are absolutely kidding me..." But I didn't look like I was joking. "What am I, your mother?"

"I can't even imagine asking my mom about this." Or my dad about it as a guy.

"Alright, alright... So you're... asking a friend." She crooked a little smile. "I can respect that, little pony." She rubbed the top of my head. Was my mane that pettable?! "Look, whatever. People are gonna talk if they hear us talking about... this kinda thing, so come on." She waved me along and go to walking.

So I didn't see how Gael did with that pony. On the other hoof, I had a chance to learn girl things from Gelly, and that sounded like a good thing, and important too, so I scurried right after her.

She led me to a little gulch, a trench in the ground big enough to be not visible from inside. "This is my favorite corner to talk where ain't not a person bother to come by." She sat on a rock and gestured in front of herself. "And now you're part of the elite few that know about it."

I parked right in front of her. "Aw, thanks. I won't come here unless it's with you."

"Glad you understand how this works." She reached out, tapping my nose gently. "Now, seriously... You don't know how... to do anything... down there?"

"No..." I admitted like an embarrassed little kid, which is what I felt like! "I know what everything is." Mostly... I was assuming little ponies were built like human females. "I know how it's... supposed to work with a stallion and a mare get together." I tapped my hooves together in an awkward little clop. "It's just... what to do... alone..."

"You seriously have no idea?" But I wasn't budging. "Wow... Alright, sorry. I'm being a real jerk." She smirked a bit. "But you're hanging with two griffons, you shoulda learned that's our default mode, unless you're Gabby, and only Gabby can do Gabby. So... half of it is the situation." She leaned back, resting against the rock side. "You're alone, think about how you want to not be alone. Picture who you'd want to be with, and what they'd say, and what they'd do... The goal is to touch yourself, um, just like you're imagining. It's not... about sex, half of it... The best times I had never even got to that..."

My eyes were big, sparkling even. She was giving advice, good advice! I thought? I wasn't entirely sure, but I could tell she was being serious. "Uh huh... But..." I raised a hoof at her.

"Pony, you're a pony... Why is that a mystery?" She pointed at the hoof I held up. "You were born with it. You should know how to use it."

I wasn't born with that! Ugh... "I'm going to guess you never... talked with a pony for how they... do that... but... what about a griffon that's been, uh, hurt?" Yes, they'd be in the same situation, right?

"That's depressing to think about." She clucked her tongue against her beak. "Alright, time to move on to advanced studies, I think. Toys."

I blinked.

"What? You're an adult. You know there are toys to help with this, right?"

"Like..." I pawed at the air. "A vibrator?"

"Exactly!" She clapped her hands together. "Thank you. I thought I'd have to explain what it was for a second there. There are all kinds of toys... You can hold them in your teeth, or your wings. Your wings look pretty agile to me, hm?"

I spread those wings wide. "They're nice." I liked my wings! Part of me wanted to ask her for flying lessons, but one lesson at a time! "Alright, so, toys..." What a strange name, really. Toys were for kids. This was very not for kids. "How do I get one?"

"The same way you get most other things?" she proposed. "You buy them. Ask that 'owner' of yours for some bits. If he cares, he'll give them over." She rolled her eyes mightily. "Just tell him its for 'mare health'. Doubt he has any idea what that would even mean, so he'll cough it up to keep you happy." She smirked softly. "You know he kinda likes you, right?"

My cheeks lit up. "Then why did he push me away?!"

"Because he was surprised?" She started counting on fingers. "Because it wasn't how he imagined it going. Because he was super guilty after I called him out? Take your pick... If you want that sorry griffon, try again less... heavy... I bet if you came on gently, he'd be putty in your, uh, hooves."

I felt weird that part of me was really excited about that idea. He was... a guy, and my kidnapper! This brought whole new meaning to Stockholm syndrome. "I'll ask... gently, and... take it slower."

"Thatta girl." She rubbed the top of my head. "I can see why he smiles around you. You damn ponies, those smiles are addictive." She laughed at that. "One thing though, spare me the details of how it goes. Unless you hurt yourself or something, I don't need a retelling of your first time, eh?"

Oh the blush in my cheeks. "I'm really happy you... explained it to me... I know I must seem super dumb right now..."

"Not as dumb as somegriff that goes off and guesses and messes up." Gelly smirked at the mental image of it. "Just take it slow and easy. If it hurts, you're doing it wrong." She paused suddenly. "Come to think of it, that goes for the actual thing too. If he makes you hurt, he's doing it wrong, and you're free to slug him across the face."

The very idea of hitting Gael, of striking him. It was like I had been wired to find that... It was like suggesting, you know, just in case, if you wanted to put your hand in a blender. Who would do that?! "I'd never... But alright, no hurting... Thank you, again... I know you didn't owe me anything."

"But now you do."

Uh oh... "What can I pay you back with?"

"I've smelled what you're cooking." Oh, she was grinning. "Make enough eggs for me too tomorrow and we'll call it even."

Author's Note

Gelly is a good griff, I vote. This chapter was awkward for all participants!

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