Gallus's Walk of Shame

Rarity locked the door and pulled all the blinds. It was still brightly lit inside, but this way nopony on the outside would be able to see.

The Carousel Boutique's main floor was predominantly a single showroom with ponnequins and clothing racks. They'd all been pushed to the sides of the room to provide space. The workroom was in the back, behind a partition.

Spike guided Gallus to the center of the room and pulled back on the reins. "Good work, my loyal griff-steed," he said in a bright, cajoling voice. He reached out and scritched behind Gallus's jawline.

Gallus smiled and arched his neck. "Oh, that feels nice. How did you know what griffons like?"

"I learned that from Gabby. We were never, er, romantic, but she likes cuddling with friends," said Spike. "Closest I ever got to non-family, physically I mean. It's kinda weird I never developed a crush on her."

Rarity walked into Gallus's field of view, and he looked up to her. "Rarity.... this was the hardest walk of my life, I'll have you know," he complained.

The fashionista narrowed her eyes. "And I'll have you know that whenever you are dressed like a hen, you are to speak only when you are directly addressed—unless it is an emergency," she said.

"S-sorry," said Gallus. A weird mix of shame and joy rippled through his belly.

She laughed brightly. "I'm just teasing, dear. You can talk if you really want to. Well, mostly teasing. When you're playing around like this, I strongly suspect you enjoy this sort of objectification, no?" she said. "As a submissive, it can be freeing to have that silly 'free will' nonsense stripped from your withers."

"I... I think I'm starting to get it. Speaking of my back, I've got a bit of a cramp after all that walking. I'm sorry, Spike," said Gallus. "Do you mind?"

"Sure, I'll hop off. You know, you might not be built for riding, but you can probably build up your back muscles over time," said Spike, but Rarity stopped him with a hoof before he could dismount. Gallus turned his neck around to see what was happening.

"Before you step down, I want you to know how proud I am that you used this equipment precisely as it was intended. Especially the saddle horn," she said, pressing her hoof against Spike's penises to sandwich them tightly against the warm metal.

"W-wow. Rarity, you've never touched me before... I mean... well, you know what I mean," said the little dragon. "It feels nice... although if it had been hotter outside that may have been a problem. Dragons are pretty much immune to fire and heat as long as we have access to water, but my cocks sizzling against a searing piece of metal would still be uncomfortable."

"I realized it would heat up in direct sunlight, of course. I made a soft cotton slip to cover the horn when it's too hot or cold outside. The hue is the same Spikey-wikey purple as the petticoats and saddle accents," she said.

Spike pumped his paw in triumph, and Gallus turned his head back around so he could roll his eyes in private. "Ha! I knew it, the colors were for me! Uh, wait, that doesn't make any sense..."

Gallus felt Spike dismount, and stretched his back. "Ah, that's better. Spike, I'm sure we both have a lot of questions," he said. "A cotton slip for the horn? Oh, so that's what that thing was for! I must have left it back at the dorm. I forgot to bring it because it didn't fit me... er, I thought it was for my penis. Even I'm too big to fit into it."

"You're not small by a long shot, sweetie," said Rarity, "but you aren't equine, so you don't quite measure up to pony standards."

"Sheesh, rub it in why don't you," said Gallus.

"I should note that the barbs on your penis can more than compensate for a lack of girth, provided you know how to use them well," said Rarity. "You see, your physical attributes aren't a problem, darling... but your attitude is. Try to show a little more respect for others while you are dressed like a sissy slut." Her face was very serious. It didn't look like she was just 'teasing' this time.

Gallus bowed his head. "I... I'm sorry, Professor," he mumbled.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now it's time for a few simple rules. Number one: maintain eye contact when I am speaking. Number two: you don't need to apologize when you are corrected. A simple, 'yes Mistress' will suffice just fine," said Rarity, gazing into Gallus's eyes with the intensity of a practiced heart surgeon. "Number three: leave off the 'Professor' title. We're not at the School, so at the moment I am simply—and I want to stress that the word 'simply' in this particular sentence does not in any way imply 'merely'—Rarity, humble artist." (She pronounced it 'arr-TEEST'.)

Listening attentively, Gallus nodded. "Okay... Rarity?" he said.

"That's better, but your form of address should be formal in a different way due to how you are dressed and the nature of our current relationship," said Rarity. "I'm not your Professor, but I am still a trainer. Use the word 'Mistress' when you are vulnerable, as I suggested before."

Gallus gulped and nodded again. "Yes, Mistress," he said, his voice soft. As he spoke, Gallus noticed Spike had walked up beside Rarity so he could see him between the pink blinders blocking most of his field of vision. Something about his posture was unusual, and he was slowly stroking his erect penises. There was a leering smirk on his face that Gallus found surprising. This made it difficult to keep his attention on Rarity.

Maybe distracting me is the point...

Obediently keeping eye contact amid the distraction, Gallus added, "Mistress, may I ask a question?"

"Much better, and by all means yes."

"I don't understand what I'm feeling," said Gallus. "Is this stuff just for sex? It feels like it's... well, more than that."

"What an insightful question! Let me offer a query of my own, first. Do you enjoy this? You said that this was the hardest walk of your life. If you didn't enjoy yourself, we need to get you out of that outfit immediately," said Rarity, crouching slightly in front of him to level his gaze. "I only set things in motion because I was absolutely convinced you would respond well to being turned into a well-disciplined pet."

Gallus's cheek feathers poofed out just far enough to reveal a hidden blush. "I admit it, Mistress. We bumped into Applejack on the way here, and she took advantage of me until she realized who I was. But the way she touched me without asking first... and how she talked to Spike rather than me, and called me 'it'," he said, and paused, trying to find a way to put unfamiliar feelings into words. "I don't know why it felt good inside. I'm... I'm pretty easy to hurt with words, and it was obviously hurtful, but it felt... it felt like it was right for her to treat me that way. Like I deserved it, but I wanted to deserve it..."

Rarity's eyes widened in shock. "Hold that thought, because it's an important one—but it is absolutely imperative you tell me everything about your encounter with Applejack, down to the finest detail!" She licked her lips and added, "I know Rainbow would be open to a three-way, but I never suspected AJ might be receptive to anything kinky. This changes the equation substantially, to use a Twilight expression."

"You might as well tell her everything that happened," said Spike, still groping himself.

So Gallus recounted the events of the afternoon in graphic detail. When he was discussing the part where they met Ocellus and Smolder, a small giggle emanated from the workroom in the back, and he paused.

"I'm going to finish the story, but... what was that?" asked Gallus. "Please tell me Sweetie Belle isn't hiding back there."

"Were Sweetie hiding here without my knowledge, I'd make Daddy ground her for a month," said Rarity, scowling. "Don't worry, though, it's a friend."

A pink hippogriff head with a light blue mane poked through the doorway, grinning madly. "Sorry, I simply couldn't hold it in any longer! Can I come out now?"

"Of course, darling."

Silverstream trotted into view, then giddily danced in place on her feet and hooves. "Ohmygosh. Rarity showed me the dress earlier, but it looks SO AMAZING on you!" she said, beaming.

"Oh... oh no," said Gallus, cringing. "I'd really hoped you wouldn't have to see me this way, Silver."

She's the only one I've ever cared about impressing, but... she seems to like this?

"I'm serious, I can't believe how adorable you look in it! Though... we need to do something about your face," she said.

Gallus winced, then switched to his most sarcastic tone with, "Don't sugarcoat it, Silver. How do you really feel?"

Spike huffed. "You're handsome, Gallus," he said, continuing to pleasure himself despite Silverstream watching him. "There's nothing wrong with your face."

"Oh, I agree! What I meant is I could give you a makeover so you'd look much more feminine," said Silverstream.

"Not feminine; effeminate," corrected Rarity. "The distinction is important. Unless Gallus wishes to truly pass as a hen—which I don't currently think is the case—our goal should be to make him an obvious sissy. That's the point of an outfit this ridiculously frilly, after all."

"So massively overdo it on makeup," said Silverstream. "Got it."

"Exactly! We'll make the little pullet look so femme that even if he does resemble a hen, anypony who sees his makeup or notices what he's wearing will immediately know he's a cock. Am I on the mark, little pet?"

"Um, wow. I... I think I'm pretty close to, um..." said Gallus, in a soft voice that sounded rather feminine, even though he wasn't trying to.

"Ah. I can correct that," said Rarity, and using her telekinesis she pulled out a plastic band from a holder on the table. Walking over to Gallus's side, her magic yanked down the front of his panties, levitated the band inside, and secured it firmly around his balls.

"Ow! Wait, you're not going to cut them off, are you?" said Gallus, eyes wide.

Rarity paused as though pondering the idea. "Mm, better not. No, dear. The band is there to make it difficult to ejaculate. I want to keep you aroused and edging until we're done with you."

"Buck me," said Gallus, gasping. "Okay. Okay. It doesn't hurt anymore. Sorry for overreacting."

"He talks too much for a good toy," said Silverstream. "Just sayin'."

"I'm sure Rarity can train him," said Spike. "It was pretty easy for me to get him under control. I think we made a lot of progress together."

"Ooh! Should it be 'he' or 'she'?" asked Silverstream.

"He... I mean, Gallus seemed to like 'it' before," said Spike.

Gallus sighed. "Guys, I'm standing right here. I can hear all of this. You know that, right? Right?"

Rarity glared at Gallus. "Is there a problem, pet?"

"Oh. Sor—um... I mean, no, Mistress," he whispered.

Rarity smiled and petted the griffon's head gently. "To answer your question, of course we know you're listening, dear. We just don't care," she said, then leaned down and whispered loudly enough that the others could hear, "but this is all meant in fun. Are you okay right now?"

Gallus nodded. "I don't know why this isn't traumatizing the Tartarus out of me. I guess... I guess I'm certain that you're my friends, so I know you're doing this for my enjoyment rather than to hurt me. Please tell me that's true."

"You know it, dude," said Spike. The little dragon walked over and gave Gallus's head a hug. His erect penises twitched inches from the griffon's beak, and Gallus gasped from a slight pain in his scrotum as his balls tensed in pleasure. Spike lingered there for a moment, then stepped back. "Wish I could use one of those bands myself. I can't remember being this excited before."

"Why can't... Oh, you don't have balls, Spike!" said Silverstream.

"Pfft. Of course I have balls!" said Spike, frowning. "They're just inside my body somewhere. I think."

Rarity cleared her throat loudly for attention. "All of this discussion is lovely, but can we allow Gallus to finish his story? If I don't hear about Applejack molesting him soon I'm going to lose my composure."

"Well, we don't want that," said Silverstream, giggling.

"Right, the story," said Gallus, and he returned to reliving the oddly satisfying shame of his recent intimate parade.

"...and then you opened the door and saw the two of us," he concluded.

Gallus noticed that Spike was staring with his jaw slightly open, as though he were looking straight through him.

"Hay there, Spike. You okay little guy?" asked Silverstream.

"Huh? Oh, um. I... I was thinking about whether I should admit to the tail stuff with his butt," he said, with a grimace. "I'm not gay or anything, but... when you're riding him and he's quiet, it's hard to tell, and... it was too much fun to resist. I could tell he loved it. That's just friends helping friends out, right?"

One of Silverstream's brow ridges raised up so high it looked like she might be having a stroke, and she bruxated her beak in what looked like an obvious attempt to keep herself from laughing out loud. After a moment, her face relaxed and she said, "Let me get this straight—pun intended. You're telling us that your boyfriend here dresses like a sugarplum fairy, you ride him around in public with an erection the whole time, or I guess two erections or however you count those things, and then you molest him by intentionally rubbing the plug in his ass so he'll be as aroused as possible... and you don't think any of that is gay?"

"Denial is a Tartarus of a drug," quipped Rarity, her face expressionless.

"What? I... w-well..." sputtered Spike. "Maybe... I dunno. Okay, I'm crushing a little on a guy. But you have to admit this is a really weird circumstance."

"There's no shame in being attracted to Gallus, Spike! I mean, I'm not ashamed," said Silverstream.

"You're also not attracted to me," Gallus pointed out.

"I am definitely attracted to you," said Silverstream. "How could anybirdy not be?"

Gallus blinked several times in a row. "You are? Are you serious?"

"Of course!" said Silverstream, and she gently ran her talons under his chin. "I know you have a thing for me, too. You're not as subtle as you think you are."

"I'm not sure what to think right now," said Gallus. "Why are you even here? Did Rarity plan all of this?"

"It sounds to me like it's time to tell the boys about our master plan," said Rarity, with a playful smirk. "To start w—"

A loud THUMP sounded above, and a slight tremor passed through the room.

"What the hay was that?!" said Spike, covering his head protectively.

"Oh, that was... squirrels in the attic," said Rarity. "No cause for alarm."

A strange, deep lowing sound echoed above them, followed by a few moments of silence. Then came a repeated series of THUMP THUMP THUMP—

"Very large squirrels?" offered Rarity, grinning sheepishly.

"That sound is not squirrel-related," said Gallus, lowering his head so his forelegs could block some of the noise. "It sounds like a freaking cloudhammer up there!"

"Well... just try to ignore it," said Rarity, motioning dismissively with a hoof even as she raised her voice over the thumping din. "Pretend it's construction or something. It should stop eventually."

"You were going to tell the boys about our plan," said Silverstream, staring up at the ceiling as the thumping continued.

"Yes, of course," said Rarity, then she turned to Spike and Gallus. "The two of you are on the cusp of adulthood, and we know you each have crushes on one of us. But you're both leaving Ponyville soon, which is quite honestly the worst possible timing. You're finally old enough for a serious relationship, and you're leaving us behind."

"I'm sorry," said Spike, frowning. "I don't have any control over it. You know how much I'll miss you, Rarity."

"Same thing over here. I need to apply for military training while I'm still young," added Gallus. "Ponyville doesn't have the same opportunities Canterlot does. Silverstream, I didn't realize you liked me the way I like you, but even that doesn't change facts."

"It's okay, really!" said Silverstream. "Eventually we're both going to follow you to Canterlot, but it won't be for several years."

"Which means," added Rarity, "you two will need to find a different source of comfort. And you have so much in common with each other..."

"Oh no. Gallus, this is a setup. They're trying to make us fall in love or something!" said Spike, recoiling.

"I think... it might be working," said Gallus. "I mean, um..."

"You... like me? As in, you... like me, like me?" asked Spike.

"Just think about it," said Rarity. "The two of you can keep each other company so you needn't pine for us everyday."

"And you can fuck!" said Silverstream. "Wait, then what about us?" she added, turning to Rarity with a beaky pout. "We'll be without the boys for just as long."

Rarity smiled, reared up, and wrapped her forelegs around Silverstream. "What about us?" she said.

"Hmm? Ohhhhhh," she replied, with a sly grin. "No, wait, I still don't get it."

Rarity dropped back to standing posture. "I mean we could get some quality time together ourselves, darling. If you're into such a thing. I think we have almost as much in common as our love interests here."

It took a moment for the suggestion to register with the hippogriff. "Oh! I would totally enjoy having you lesbianing me! Isn't it a little awkward with you being my teacher, though?"

Rarity sighed and placed a hoof under her own chin. "Yes, and a relationship would be entirely inappropriate until you graduate, but that isn't far off. However, since everything in the Carousel Boutique stays in the Carousel Boutique—that means keep your mouths shut about what has transpired within these walls today—we can forego the need for boundaries as the two of us enjoy the show."

"Look, Rarity. I appreciate all the trouble you've gone to for this 'plan' of yours, but I don't know if it's going to work," said Spike. "I really like Gallus as a friend but I don't know if I'll be able to enjoy being intimate."

"Spike, please. You were vigorously molesting me like, twenty minutes ago. And you loved it," said Gallus.

Silverstream's eyes brightened. "I know how to help! Rarity, do you have any makeup with you?"

"Way ahead of you, darling," she said, stepping behind a desk to retrieve several odd-looking palettes and sticks of bright color that Gallus didn't recognize.

"Just eff-why-eye, I have no idea how to do makeup," said Gallus. "Not that I'd do it even if I knew how, because in case you forgot, I'm not actually a hen..."

"You'll do it and you'll love it," said Rarity, with an evil grin. "But one of us will need to teach you first, and I'd rather not waste time right now. Momma's way too horny."

"May I do the honors?" said Silverstream. "I'm pretty good at it."

"By all means," said Rarity, and Silverstream immediately went to work. She temporarily removed Gallus's bit, which was moist from his tongue.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," mumbled Gallus. "It's a testament to how much I like you, Silverstream. You too, Spike."

"Aww. I'm flattered," said Spike, with a coy smile. "Though I'm not sure what I'm going to do if you look like a hen and I fall in love with you or something."

"You're going to be deeply fulfilled inside as you hold him close and never let go," said Rarity, gently massaging Spike's shoulders. "Won't that be lovely? A little pet of your very own, to dress up and walk around Canterlot and fuck silly."

"Wow, I... okay, maybe this can work," said Spike.

"But he's already silly," said Silverstream with a giggle.

"Ha ha," said Gallus, flatly.

"Stop talking, dope! I'm trying to make you pretty. Er, prettier, I mean. You're already gorgeous in that dress." The hippogriff deftly applied feather blush to her friend's cheeks and a light pink eyeshadow to his eyelids. Then she took out mascara, which Gallus recognized.

"Mascara? Is that really necessary?"

"Hmm. Would that be overdoing it, Rarity?" asked Silverstream.

"Darling. He's a sissy. There's no such thing as 'overdoing it'. If I had a spare pair of false eyelashes we'd use those instead, but that will need to wait for later," said Rarity.

The vigorous pounding above them stopped, and there was a loud bellowing noise that sounded like a wild creature caught in a trap. Everypony froze in place.

"I'm not even going to ask," said Spike. "Seriously, I don't want to know."

"Well, at least the sound stopped," said Silverstream. "I don't want to slip while I'm making you even sluttier, Gallus."

"You're going to make me look like a drag queen, aren't you? Then I guess Rarity was right. Even though I look like a hen, everybirdy will know I'm a sissy cock the moment they see me," said Gallus, and his penis became fully erect, twitching and dribbling against his panties. "Dammit. Why is this so bucking hot?"

"You don't need to understand, little pet," said Rarity. "You only need to obey."

"I'm starting to get pretty wet myself," said Silverstream. "But like Miss Rarity said, you need to obey, which means zipping your beak now, 'kay? I need to figure out how to apply lipstick to a beak, and it's kind of weird because a beak isn't lips."

This is absolutely ridiculous, thought Gallus, but he held still. For some reason it felt good to obey, even when he didn't agree with it. No, wait... it's even better when I don't agree with it. Great Guto, I'm doomed, aren't I?

"Allow me," said Rarity. She took a tube with a small applicator, and opened Gallus's beak. "Griffon and hippogriff beaks are a bit rubbery, aren't they? You can't leave kiss marks with quite the same grace of a pony, but you can still leave them. A 'bee-sting' pattern would look perfect for your shape of face." The lipstick left a pattern that looked a bit like a pursed pair of lips sitting on the end of his beak.

Gallus rubbed his upper and lower beak together. The makeup smelled like wax and flowers, and made him feel weak in the knees. "This... this comes off, right Mistress?"

"That's a good question. I've ever put something like this on a beak before," said Rarity. "This is a twenty-four hour preparation which is designed to stain the lips so it won't come off, no matter what. Very convenient."

"It might take a few days," said Silverstream. "I've used something similar on my beak before—not lipstick, but a stain for the entire beak. You might be able to take it off with a sander, unless it sinks in too deeply, in which case it could take months."

"Wait, stop, emergency. I can't do this," said Gallus, suddenly shaking. "I'm not ready to look like a... like a..."

"Cunt?" volunteered Spike, and Gallus felt a throbbing sensation deep inside his taint.

"Gallus, I'm breaking roles here for a moment so you know you can talk to me as an equal," said Rarity. "I promise you'll be fine. In the worst case, we can apply makeup to restore the color of your beak."

Gallus breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much," he said.

"I'm not sure why you'd need to, however. You might find it very pleasurable to look this way all the time," said Rarity. "You'd have no end of boys vying for your attention. I'm sure some of them would even grope you without asking. A dress like this is an open invitation. You are marketing your body for the pleasure of others."

"M-maybe," said Gallus. "I mean, I'm not going to promise I won't show up to class tomorrow dressed like this, but probably not. Can I take this one step at a time?"

"That would be very wise," said Rarity, with a gentle smile. "Now that the crisis is averted, I want you to address me as Mistress again. And work on adjusting that sour attitude, pet. The mindset you need is one of obedience and love. You deeply want to please your Master. You want to accept whatever comes your way, whether it be pleasure or adversity. You aren't a person, you're a toy. You are an object of lust and devotion."

Gallus nodded slowly. "Yes, Mistress. Wait, did you say my Master?"

Rarity pointed to Spike. "You shall serve him, Gallus. You're going to be his property once the two of you move to Canterlot."

"I..." said Gallus, eyes wide, but he didn't finish the objection. Something in his mind held him back. It was talking to him...

Accept. Obey. I'm Spike's toy now, and I need to act like it. I need to be a good pet. I don't understand why I feel like this, but it doesn't matter. I don't need to understand anything. Rarity is right. Spike is right. This is right.

"Yes, Mistress," said Gallus, his voice very soft and lilting. "I will serve and obey my Master."

Spike panted softly and finally pulled his forefoot away from his throbbing cocks. "I can't keep touching myself or I'm going to explode," he said. "Gallus, I don't care if it makes me gay anymore. Rarity's right. You're fucking hot, and I want you."

Gallus smiled and felt tears welling up in his eyes. "Th-thank you, Master," he whispered.

"Well, that timing sucked. Now his mascara is going to run," said Silverstream.

"He'll have to cry a lot more before it will run, and if he does, no worries. Running mascara looks hotter than the Sun," said Rarity. "A little gloss now to make the stain on your beak nice and shiny..."

As Rarity applied the gloss, the sound of a door opening upstairs echoed into the showroom.

"Do you guys smell that?" said Spike. "Wow. It's pretty strong."

"Not me," said Silverstream. "Dragons are known for their sense of smell, though."

From a distance came Sandbar's voice, "Uh, Rarity? Do you mind if we use your shower?"

"I require it!" Rarity shouted upstairs. "And use the shampoo, I keep well stocked. "

"Thanks!" The door shut again.

"So that's where Sandbar went," said Gallus. "He told me he'd be gone all day today."

"Yeah, but what was that thumping sound?" asked Spike.

Silverstream laughed. "You're adorable, Spike! It was obviously Sandbar fucking Yona."

"What? That was sex? Wait... if yak sex involves smashing things, I think I can see it."

"No, it probably just means I need a new headboard for my bed," said Rarity. "I let them use my room."

"Rarity, are you running an underage brothel or something?" asked Silverstream.

"Oh, please. They're not that young. Teenagers are going to experiment, and they needed a place to be intimate! Where else could they have gone?" asked Rarity. "Certainly they can't use the dorms. And I would take this opportunity to remind you of the maxim: whatever happens in Canterlot Boutique—"

"Stays in Canterlot Boutique," Spike and Silverstream said together.

"May I ask something, Mistress?" asked Gallus, his voice soft and meek.

"Go right ahead, pet," said Rarity.

"How... how do I look to you all? Am I... okay?"

Spike walked up to his friend. "You're perfect," he said. "I can tell right away that you're a cock, but you totally look like a chick, too."

"A chick?" said Gallus. "The makeup couldn't make me look that young, could it?"

"Uh, I'm a little confused," said Spike. "What do you mean?"

"Spike, 'chick' is what griffons and hippogriffs call very young children," said Silverstream. "Gallus look like a hen, not a baby!"

"Yeah. What does that word mean to ponies?" asked Gallus.

"Oh, it just means a girl," said Spike.

Gallus looked suddenly irate. "Really? First 'cock' means a penis, then 'chick' means a girl?! That's even worse! Somehow ponies found a way to be speciest and misogynist all with a single wor..." said Gallus, then he stopped himself. He took a deep breath and calmed down. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm still getting used to these feelings."

"It will take a while to reprogram your pet's personality to be more suitable," said Rarity. "Don't worry, I'll teach you how before you leave for Canterlot. Now, as for your pet... how does Galeena strike you, dear? Now that I see how fabulously you 'clean up', I think 'she' may be the appropriate pronoun."

Galeena shyly bruxated her beak. "It sounds lovely, Mistress, and of course 'she' is appropriate," she said. "Should I... put the bit back in?"

Spike looked into his new girlfriend's eyes and took her face gently in his forefeet. "Oh, I'm sure we can find other things to put in there, beautiful."

Without warning, trembling dragon lips met Galeena's painted beak. She pursed her flexible beak slightly to catch them. The contact was soft, but firm.

This is it. I'm kissing a boy. He's holding me in his strong legs and making me his. Maybe he isn't gay, but I... I want him to own me, no matter what. That's it. I give up. This is me, now. I'll never fight this feeling again.

Galeena turned her face to the side and opened her beak a little, and Spike's long, ribbony tongue slipped inside. It was gentle, with just enough force to claim dominance over her mouth. Soft slurping sounds came from the union, and Galeena felt her heart racing like a hummingbird's.

Spike broke the kiss. His eyes were half-lidded and he smiled dreamily. "You're so pretty," he whispered. "I even like that you have a dick. We're going to have so much fun together, pet."

A bit of mascara ran down one cheek as Galeena's wet eyes shed a tear. "Th-thank you, Master. I... I want to be pretty for you."

"You're very pretty, but I know a way you could be even prettier," said Spike.

"I'll do whatever you wish, Master," said Galeena, and then she whispered in a voice soft enough that only Spike could hear. "I'm dead serious. You'll have anything you want, as long as you make me yours."

"You'll be prettier when you're mine," said Spike. "Are you ready for your first gay experience? Because I definitely am."

"Absolutely. But please be gentle, Master," said Galeena. "I've never done this before."

"We can start with something that I'm sure won't hurt," said Spike, and he lowered Galeena's head to his erect, V-shaped cocks, pausing when her beak was a centimeter from the dribbling tips.

"You can go all the way," she whispered. "Please, I beg you. Fuck my face, Master."

"If that's how you like it," said Spike. Grabbing her head with both forefeet, he pressed her beak against his genitals. "It might take a while for you to get used to the smell and the taste, but I'm sure you'll adjust."

Galeena gasped and kissed at it in tiny, bird-like pecks. "I'm already in love with it," she said, inhaling the light musk as she rubbed it over her beak.

I hope my beak smells like you tomorrow, Master. It's intoxicating... it's like you're marking me with your scent. I guess in a way, you are.

She opened her beak and licked slowly from the base of Spike's members up to the split of the vee, then reached up with a forefoot to squeeze the cocks together so she could lick between them with her tongue tightly pressed in the interstice.

Spike shuddered, and Galeena felt a thrilling rush deep in her innards.

"Master, may I say something that might be a little... awkward?" she asked.

"Speak your mind, pet," whispered Spike.

"Is it okay, if... if I love you?" she said, and shut her eyes tightly.

Spike leaned over to Galeena's ear tuft and whispered very softly. "I love you too, Gallus. Thanks for being mine. I think you're the best friend... and fucktoy... I could ever ask for."

I'll need to tell him later that my ear hole isn't where the tuft is, but it doesn't matter. I still heard him, and... I am complete.

Mascara now running down both cheeks, Galeena smiled shyly up at her Master as she opened her beak wide for one of his cocks, but Spike held her face back.

"Is something the matter, Master?"

"No. It's perfect, pet," he said. "But I'm going to cum like a firehose, and I want my first time to be... somewhere even more intimate. Don't worry, you'll be sucking plenty of dragon cock in the near future."

She gave his cocks a last quick kiss and hungrily licked the flavor from her beak. "Yes, Master. My body is yours."

"Galeena, you're doing a wonderful job," said Rarity. "Now, did you did take that enema yesterday as I requested? I see you're wearing the largest plug in the collection I gave you. That should make things much easier."

"I did, Mistress," she replied. "Oh, that's why you wanted me to wear the plugs... you were training my... my pussy for my boyfriend. Thank you, Mistress."

Spike walked around Galeena and stood between her rear legs. "Everything about you is so fucking sexy," he said. "Especially this." He reached into her panties with his forepaws and gently cradled her balls, fondling them. They were tightly constrained by the band.

"G-good thing for the band," said Galeena. "I'm sure I wouldn't have lasted this long without it. It does hurt a bit, though."

"Spikey-wikey, you should take her band off once you get a good rhythm going," said Rarity, with a sly wink. "If you know what I mean."

"Rhythm?" asked Spike, then he blushed as it hit him. "Oh. Oh wow, I'm actually... I'm doing this. Kinda wish I had balls, to be honest... I'd love to feel them slapping against yours. But I'll make sure to share you with your fellow guardstallions so you can have the experience yourself. You're gonna be very popular, Galeena."

Spike tugged gently at the plug, slowly releasing it. Galeena grunted softly and squeezed, and it came out suddenly. It was clean but covered in lube, and lube dribbled lewdly out of her stretched hole and down into her panties. She gasped and looked up, and noticed that Rarity and Silverstream were making out.

Silverstream's still pretty hot. Maybe I'm bi, or something? I'm sure I could be a good pet for her too. But Spike's the one I want right now. I think they both knew this would happen.

Spike squeezed Galeena's rump in his forefeet. "Wow. This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I know I should be grossed out, but... It's just soft, and pink, and... this griffon butthole isn't like a ponut at all. This is just like a real pussy," said Spike, staring into the stretched, crinkled hole. It looked like a shallow pit ringed in fur, opening into a soft, pink tunnel. "A wet, stretchy... sissy cunt. And this ass is like, perfectly plump. I think you were made for me, Gallus—I mean, Galeena. Either way."

"You should take a taste, dear," Rarity said to Spike, and she turned Silverstream's rump around to face them. The ladies were still standing in front of Galeena so she could see everything too.

"What are you—ooh!" said Silverstream, as Rarity kissed the hippogriff right on the ponut, leaving a big red lipstick mark. Then she stuffed her muzzle against the puffy anus. From the muffled sounds of her mouth, it was clear her tongue was deep inside. Rarity's pink clit winked lewdly and her vulva dribbled fluid onto the showroom floor.

"I... I can't believe Rarity, of all ponies, is doing this," said Spike, sounding stunned.

With a loud slurping sound, she pulled her face up and licked her lips, now a mess with smeared lipstick. "You have a lot to learn about what sex does to a pony, my little Spikey-wikey."

"That felt pretty weird!" said Silverstream. "But you really liked it, huh? Can I go next?"

"You can do whatever you like back there," said Rarity. "No need to stop at my anus, if you follow..."

"If Rarity can do this, then I definitely can," said Spike, clearly working up the courage.

Galeena felt Spike's muzzle pressing into the pit of her soft anus, and her cock throbbed in response. Spike began moaning into the tunnel, and his tongue slipped deep inside—deeper than should have been possible.

Dragon tongues couldn't possibly be this long! Could they?

The feeling was strange and slightly icky, but comforting. As Galeena reflected on what Spike must be experiencing, she realized that this kiss was symbolic. He's showing me he loves me. All of me, including this. Even doing this is turning him on. That's how much he wants me... oh Heavens. It's starting to arouse me now! I might cum even with the band on...

Spike pulled off of Galeena's ass, and she heard a soft sucking sound which must have been his tongue retracting. "Fuck. You were right, Rarity," said Spike, panting. "That's it. I need you now, pet. I might not last long but I have to do it or I'm just going to squirt everywhere without even touching myself."

"Use me however you wish," said Galeena. "I'm yours, Spike. I really mean that."

The painted griffon heard the sound of something moving across the floor, then felt Spike's touch again. "Sorry, had to get a small box to stand on. I'm still just a little short for this sexy ass of yours... must be the heels. Don't worry, though. What I lack in length, my cocks make up for in girth."

Galeena felt a digit push into her 'pussy' and tilted her ass up obediently. Then something rigid and wide pressed against the hole as both of Spike's cocks began to stretch her sideways. The plug had been the perfect size, no doubt due to Rarity's planning. It felt tight, but gentle, and once the cocks were all the way inside her body the sphincter was able to close just enough to hold them inside her.

"It's... it's like you were made for me," said Spike, and he began tiny, shallow thrusts that kept most of his cocks inside his willing pet. "This is incredible."

"I think I was made for you," insisted Galeena, clamping down on Spike's members, pulling them in with each thrust. She began pushing her ass back with each motion of Spike's hips, timing it to match her mate's rhythm.

Spike leaned over Galeena's back and wrapped his forelimbs around her waist, both forefeet reaching into her panties to gently tease at the cock inside. One of them pulled on the band, snapping it free from her scrotum.

With the band off, Galeena gasped as the arousal hit her like a fall from the clouds. Her cock shuddered and one leg began to twitch.

"Y-you okay?" said Spike, barely able to form the words.

"Better," said Galeena, whining softly. "I want you to be a part of me, Spike."

"Your cock feels so good," said Spike. "I can't wait to feel it up my asshole."

"You... want me to do that to you too?"

"Tartarus yes, I do! It... it has these little bumps on it. I guess that might hurt a little but dragons are pretty tough," said Spike.

"It won't hurt much," said Galeena. "They're like tiny claws, but civilized griffons... we keep them filed down so the barbs give more pleasure than pain."

"R-right," said Spike. "Oh, oh shit. I'm close, Gal."

He loves this. He's a part of me, and he wants me to be a part of him... this is my life now, isn't it? This is my future, thought Galeena. I love you, Spike.

With that, Galeena let out a high-pitched cawing sound and her entire body shook as her cock tensed and balls lifted. Several streams of cum sprayed over and through Spike's forefeet and into her panties and onto the floor. In her mind, the entire world turned pink and electric as pleasure coursed through her flesh. It felt like a hallucination, except none of it was fake. It was the most real thing she'd ever experienced.

When I masturbate, it's never like this, she realized. The guilt isn't there. I can't believe the guilt is gone.

"Thank you," she squeaked. "Please don't stop, Master, you can cum inside if you want..."

Galeena didn't have long to wait. "I... I love you, dude," said Spike. He grunted, shoving his cocks in hard enough to pop them partly in and out with each thrust, then gasped and pushed in to the hilt. His pet felt a swelling sensation within her rectum, followed by a surprising amount of warmth filling her gut. Spike gripped her haunches almost painfully hard, holding on for dear life.

She didn't remember much of the aftermath. At some point, the couple had gathered on a soft mattress Rarity had laid out on the ground. Spike had placed the plug back into Galeena's ass-pussy so his cum would stay inside her body where it belonged, and they cuddled gently as they watched Silverstream and Rarity at play. Even though Spike was smaller than Galeena, he was the big spoon. She wanted to feel his arms holding her protectively, and he was happy to oblige.

"Are you going to stay Galeena?" Spike asked her.

"Maybe for tonight, at least," she whispered back. "I just want to make you happy."

"It's a relationship," said Spike. "Dominance is a fun game, but we're both here to make each other happy, as partners. Agreed?"

"Absolutely," she replied, rubbing her cheek gently against Spike's foreleg.

With no fanfare, Yona and Sandbar came walking downstairs. Sandbar's cock was dropped, but limp. They both looked damp.

"We used a whole bottle of mane and tail," said Sandbar. "Sorry."

"T's fn, nw wrrs," said Rarity, her muzzle currently trapped within Silverstream's vulva.

"Hello Gallus. Hello Spike," said Yona, as though there were nothing unusual going on at all.

"Wow. That's a wicked dress, guy," said Sandbar, blushing through his ears. "I never would have guessed you were into kinky stuff. Probably should have asked earlier, but you're a little gruff so we were always afraid to break the ice."

"Oh! Does this mean Sandbar and Yona can smash Gallus later? Gallus only friend Yona not sure old enough for smash-smash."

"I'm not against it, but you'll need to ask him that," said Gallus, smiling as he turned his head to kiss Spike on the cheek.