Size Isn't Everything

“Just a second,” Gallus grumbled, hopping from his couch after hearing a knock at his door.

He’d planned on having an evening alone, away from his friends while in the privacy of his room, yet fate had conspired against him. Moving through to the exit, he rested his claws on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. Of all the days for someone to come and visit, today could easily have been one of the worst, but things were so much worse than that.

As he swung the door open, knowing full well who was waiting just outside, he spied the lavender coat and two-tone cyan mane of his begrudgingly expected guest. It wasn’t like he had anything against Silverstream - heck, he actually considered her one of his closest friends, yet he was none too pleased that she’d intruded on what was supposed to be a rather personal endeavor. Unable to smile, staring deadpan up at her face, he stepped aside.

“Please,” he sarcastically murmured, waving a foreleg for her to enter, “come in…”

Grinning like a school filly on her birthday, the tall, slender hippogriff practically pranced inside. “Are you excited? I’m excited! Do you think that stuff will work? Oh! Where were you going to -”

Having closed and locked the door behind her, he lifted a clawed hand to silence her. “Silver, would it be too much to ask that you chill out?”

“Why?” she chirped, her jubilant expression steadfastly remaining plastered on her beaked face. “I thought you’d be happy to have someone who shares your particular interest,” she hastily added, her tone taking a decidedly impish tone.

As he pinched the bridge of his beak, closing his eyes and shaking his head, he was reminded of his unlucky run-in with her for the umpteenth time that week. It wasn’t uncommon for older colts and fillies from the School of Friendship to make the pilgrimage to the only adult novelty shop in Ponyville, testing their mettle and risking their reputation for a chance to get their claws, hooves, or paws on something naughty, but he wasn’t like most creatures his age. Aside from being a griffon, one of the few attending the academy, his interests didn’t lie with simple pornography or the soft silicone of a sculpted marehood - no, his lecherous curiosity revolved around something a bit more specialized.

~

Fetishes came in all different licentious flavors, and his largest one was admittedly a bit unorthodox. Unlike most males who dreamed of having a massive, vascular endowment, his imagination stood contrary to the norm; instead of longing for an obscenely oversized package, he wished for nothing more than to be the proud owner of a small, even miniscule member. Despite having stewed on the matter for years, hoping to discover why he had such an odd kink, he’d never been able to discern a root cause for his tastes - as such, he’d done the only reasonable thing he could think of; he decided to bite the bullet and make his fantasy a reality.

While he’d heard that the adult shop in town was surprisingly well equipped, he’d had no way of knowing if the establishment carried what he wanted - sure, he knew a few students who’d been brave enough to visit the place, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask them about something so taboo! It took him the better part of a month to psych himself up, repeatedly telling himself that nopony was going to help him with the ordeal, but he finally managed to work up enough courage for the perverse pilgrimage. On a warm spring afternoon, once his classes were finished for the day, he confidently trotted through town, to an innocuous building behind the Hayburger, and saw himself into the sinful store.

The interior of the small structure was a charnel house of carnal delights, with pornography and sex-toys lining the walls and neatly arranged on racks, but he wasn’t interested in any of it. Swiftly scanning the interior, ignoring the painfully apathetic employee idling by the register, his eyes settled on what he was looking for. Situated at the very back of the shop was an area with a large sign situated above it - Potions.

Doing his best to act casual, he trotted over and began browsing the arrayed bottles. There were elixirs of every conceivable sort, from those that exponentially increased one’s elasticity to others which would quadruple one’s fertility, so it took him a moment to find what he was after. Sure enough, after a tense few moments of searching, he reached out with a trembling claw and plucked a tube of ointment from the shelf.

The salve was named Good Things and it was guaranteed to reduce the size of a creature’s dick by a third in length and/or girth. With his heart pounding in his chest, feeling his tool slipping from its sheath, he scampered back to the counter to make his purchase and depart. Much to his mercy, the employee simply rang him up, took his bits, and bagged his purchase without a single question or judgemental look - unfortunately, just as he galloped out the door, his luck took a dramatic turn for the worst.

The moment he rushed outside, he barrelled into and was subsequently set off balance by somepony trying to enter. As embarrassing as it would have been to take a fall in front of anypony, the situation was made all the more mortifying when he realized whom he’d bumped into. Pushing himself up and apologizing, he went rigid as he peered up at the smiling, carefree face of an all too familiar hippogriff.

“Hey, Gallus!” Silverstream chirped, stooping over to retrieve something from beside him. “I think you dropped…Oh…”

His blood ran cold, his heart all but burst from his chest, and his mouth went dry, when she lifted and gazed upon his purchase. By all the stars in the night sky, he’d longed for a swift death at that moment - sadly, that hadn’t been meant to be. As her heavily lidded eyes drifted over to his blushing face, he struggled to think of something - anything to say, but the most he could manage was a pitiful, boilerplate excuse.

“It’s for a friend,” he blurted, snatching the tube and stashing it in his satchel.

Smirking down upon him, she offered her claw and helped him up. “Uh-huh…”

“It is!” he insisted, glowering over at her. “Like I’d ever buy something like this for myself!”

“Then who’d you get it for?” she pressed, a knowing smugness dripping from her words.

Beads of cold sweat rolled down his brow, while a cold knot formed in his stomach. “I…I don’t have to tell you!”

“Hmmmm,” she thoughtfully hummed, rubbing her chin. “I would have sworn you’d gotten it for yourself - after all, I did see you browsing that dirty magazine about colt-hung stallions in your room the other day.”

As he took a reflexive step back, his jaw nearly hit the ground. He wasn’t sure what was more jarring - the fact that she’d peeped at him in his dorm, likely looking in through the window, or that she was brazen enough to tell him about her voyeuristic tendencies. Before he could formulate a reply, trying and failing to concoct an alibi, she stepped forward and bright her beak to his ear.

“If you let me watch, I won’t mention this to anypony,” she whispered, smoothly withdrawing and shooting him a wink.

With the situation having taken another, albeit markedly more depraved turn, his willpower crumbled to ash. As far as he was concerned, she had him between a rock and a hard place; either he let her bear witness to his deepest, darkest secret, something he’d only thought about doing before, or he risked her running her big beak to their friends or classmates. Hanging his head, feeling utterly defeated, he threw in the towel.

“Fine,” he muttered, unable to look her in the eye. “Friday night, my room, seven PM.”

~

That felt like an eternity ago, yet only three days had passed since then - three long days of anxiety tinged with the excitement of actually living out his dream. If he hadn’t had an exam to study for and a project to finish, both issues which could have been avoided had he not procrastinated about his schoolwork, he could have tested the salve in private before she’d arrived, but he wasn’t about to let her presence stop him. Fueled by his unquenchable desires, he lifted his head and peered over at her.

Turning and trotting toward his room, he motioned for her to follow. “Come on, we’ll do it on my bed.”

Past the kitchenette and into his chamber, he hopped onto his mattress and ensured everything was where it should be. He’d showered before the occasion, sat a towel on his bed to avoid any messes, and drawn the curtains to ensure nopony could see what he was about to do - well aside from his unwanted guest. Easing himself down and making himself comfortable, keenly aware of his traitorously excited dick peeking from its furred confines, he watched Silverstream skip into his room after him.

Leaping up and onto his bed, she seated herself an arm’s reach from her host and eagerly peered down at his crotch. “Wow ~ it’s not like I ever looked before, but if it’s that small are you really sure you need that cream?”

Scrunching his beak, he reached down to caress his steadily growing shaft. “I’m average and it’s not even hard yet!”

Doing his best to ignore his company, he steadily coaxed his endowment to its full length. It was true what he’d said, his equipment was average for a griffon his age, being just a shade under six inches long and roughly five in circumference, which made what he was about to do all the more thrilling. With his pink, fleshy shaft bobbing in the open air, he leaned over and plucked the tube of ointment from beside himself.

He’d read and reread the salve’s instructions at least a dozen times, so he saw no need to look over them again. As he popped the top and squeezed a generous dollop into his right palm, warming and coating his fingers with the thick substance, his pulse started to race. If the stuff worked as well and as fast as advertised, supposedly taking effect almost instantaneously, he was about to be in for a wild experience.

Having tapped an egg timer next to his thigh, ensuring he only used the liniment for a maximum of three minutes, his shaking, cream-coated claws reached down and grasped the base of his cock. The anticipation of actually using the mystical balm was almost enough to make him forget about the hippogriff seated just a feet away, a fact aided by her complete, merciful silence, as he gradually drew his digits up the sensitive underside of his shaft. Taking his time, gradually massaging the cream into his skin, he was surprised that it felt no different than a regular lotion - that was before a subtle tingle caused his member to twitch.

The sensation on his length was odd, somehow cool and warm at the same time, and he swallowed hard because of it. Stroking himself off, with the tingling feeling growing stronger with each beat of his heart, he subconsciously moved faster and faster. Whether or not he had some latent exhibitionistic tendencies was anypony’s guess, yet Silver’s attendance wasn’t nearly enough to detract from the moment.

Using his three taloned digits and his thumb, he squeezed and gently milked his cock like he’d done countless times before, yet that didn’t last for long. The feeling of his index claw bumping against his thumb, closing over the tip of his shaft, gave him a moment for pause. Ordinarily speaking, he could grasp the entirety of his length in one hand, but that was the case no longer. Licking his beak, watching his diamond-hard endowment shriveling in his grasp, he increased his pace.

While it didn’t feel that different to a typical bout of masturbation, the sight of his shrinking dick made the situation far more arousing than it had any right to be. With the sound of his panting breaths in his ears, he feverishly jacked off. As he transitioned from using all three fingers to two, having lost a substantial amount of his size, his motions grew frenzied.

It was one thing to read about such an event, pouring over documented cases in journals or magazines, but experiencing it first hand - sweet Celestia, he would never have guessed it would be so incredible. As his middle digit slipped over the top of his shaft, leaving just his pinky curled around the root of his then profoundly small prick, he hissed. It had only been seconds, yet his endowment was no bigger than a colt’s.

It was true what he’d heard - masturbation was almost entirely mental. It wasn’t unusual for him to last quite a while when getting himself off, and that was with some sort of inspirational material handy, yet he found himself approaching his limit at record time with nothing more than his thoughts and the spectacle of his diminishing dong. Shifting his hand, only able to use his pointer and his thumb, he pushed himself to the edge with reckless abandon.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

Darned if he knew how several minutes could have flown by so quickly, but the noise of the blaring alarm scared the living daylights out of him. Teetering on the brink of release, he fought against his natural instinct to finish, resentfully relinquished his tiny tool, and pulled his hand away. He’d been so close to finishing that he swore another minute or two would have been sufficient to get the job done, yet time hadn’t been on his side.

With an exasperated sigh, his eyes having been locked on his crotch for the duration of his experiment, he lifted his gaze and froze. At some point or another, likely when he’d been fixated on the metamorphic miracle that was the cream’s effects, Silverstream had wanted a closer look at the action. Situated on her knees, with her chest pressed to the mattress, her face was mere inches from his package.

Utterly baffled as to when and how she’d moved without him noticing, he stared blankly down at her. He’d momentarily assumed she’d want an up-close view of the transformation, potentially sating some lustful interest she harbored, but he’d underestimated her penchant for debaucherous desires. Inching closer to him, looking up and locking eyes with him, she blew hotly on his twitching dick.

He’d been on a hair trigger when the timer had reminded him to stop, so the small stimulation she afforded was his undoing. Propped on one arm, reclined slightly while peering down his heaving chest, he stifled a groan and came. His barely muffled mewl cut through the air, while rope after rope of jizz shot from his throbbing length to plaster the hippogriff’s smiling face. Horrifyingly enough, the shame he felt from such an awkward eruption only served to elevate the bliss which wracked his mind, body, and soul.

“Oh my gosh,” she giggled, withdrawing and wiping a strand of jizz from over her eye, “it’s like a little geyser!”

Her borderline insult did nothing to quell his ecstasy, yet that was only the beginning. Sitting straight and shuffling forward, she leaned forward and boldly pinched his spasming cock between two talons and began furiously milking his length. He’d never so much as let anypony touch him below the belt, so her soft touch sundered his composure in the blink of an eye. Throwing his head back, openly whimpering and bucking his hips, she stroked every drop of cream from his meager endowment.

Though he’d just climaxed, her mercilessly amorous assault left him quivering. Only barely managing to swat her foreleg away, bringing her motions to a swift, decisive end, he scowled over at her. It wasn’t like he’d wanted her there in the first place, but he was not comfortable with her spontaneously jumping in and touching him.

She backed away and withdrew her foreleg, yet her amusement didn’t waver. “I’m kinda surprised you stopped when you did - I mean, you could’ve gone way smaller than that!”

“You’re not supposed to use this stuff for too long,” he groused, snatching up the tube of ointment and presenting it to her. “Read the directions.”

Taking the container and lifting it to her face, Silver read over the packaging. “Yeah, but using it for just a little bit longer couldn’t hurt anything. What’s the worst that could happen? Don’t you want to see how small you can get?”

Gallus knit his brow, as he shifted his focus from his guest to his groin. In spite of his endowment having lost more than half of its length and girth, he’d be lying if he said he hoped it hadn’t been reduced to a small fraction of its former glory. As he stewed on the notion of using just a touch more of the salve, assuring himself that any additional usage would only result in a marginally prolonged effect, a clawed hand shot to his crotch.

He was so startled that Silver had grabbed his prick that it took him a moment to realize the enormity of what she’d done. Cool and slick, gliding over his sensitive flesh, her digits and palm were absolutely coated in the ointment he’d just handed her. As he glanced over at the abandoned tube resting beside her, seeing she’d squeezed nearly half of its contents into her hand - the very hand that was slathering his package in the arcane cream, his eyes widened in shock.

“Just relax,” she snickered, delicately squeezed his insignificant shaft between two digits, “let me do it this time.”

Gnawing his lower mandible, Gallus willed himself to remain still. Though he was loath to admit it, having her apply the salve felt far, far better than doing it himself. As he watched her play with his ever-shrinking tool, seeing that her digits were swiftly becoming too large to hold what little length he had left, she moved her hand and began grinding her palm over his nub. Truth be told, though he was a bit bothered that he couldn’t see how small he was getting, the incredible feeling of being played with eclipsed his concerns.

Clamping his eyes shut, he gave a fitful thrust into her palm. “F…fuck…”

“There we go,” she whispered, shifting her hand to rub his prick with her thumb, “just like that…”

As unbelievable as it was, he knew he wouldn’t be able to endure her ministrations for long. The combination of living out a fantasy, the sensation of having somepony getting him off, and the downright voyeuristic thrill of having someone present for something which should have been a private affair took a heavy toll on him - still, in the face of all the afternoon’s depravity, he was in for one more surprise. Cracking one eye open to peek over at her, genuinely curious to see her expression, he found something much, much more compelling.

With her free hand between her thighs, Silver was wantonly masturbating while toying with him. She wasn’t just taking some sadistic joy from the event - far from it, she was apparently so turned on that she didn’t care if he got to see her rubbing one out. The unexpected and wholly exciting turn nearly did him in, as his eyes stayed glued to her nethers.

“You gonna cum for me?” she pressed, breathing nearly as hard as he was. “Because - Mmmmph - I don’t know if I’ll be able to last for much -”

“Nnnnagh!” he bleated, interrupting her and coating her hand in his second load of the day.

She may not have intended to seal his fate, but the admission that she, one of the cutest mares he knew, was about to climax because of him was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. Her seductive, knowing smirk was contrasted by her relentless ministrations to test him, raising his voice and octave and nearly setting him off balance. Not only was the orgasm significantly more powerful than the first, but it felt like it lasted twice as long as the one he’d had minutes prior.

Going still, coated in sweat, he licked his lips and rolled his head back to stare at the ceiling. It had been an afternoon of several firsts, and he felt certain he would remember it for a long, long time, although the hour was still early and he dearly hoped that Silverstream wasn’t going to stop her masturbatory efforts on his account. With a contented, shuddering sigh, he lowered his gaze to his friend and cocked his head.

Silverstream sat completely motionless, fixated on his groin. “That’s more like it…” she breathed, her voice so quiet faint he may have imagined it.

He peered lower, brought his attention to his crotch, and gasped. Where once six inches of cock had sat, a mere inch, not more than a thimble of dick was left. The ointment hadn’t specified the ramifications of using it beyond the recommended period of time, though he quickly understood why it had the warnings. Still fully erect and jerking, drooling spunk over itself and his balls, his endowment was nearly microscopic, no bigger than…

“It’s like a little clit!” she guffawed. “Actually…”

She trailed off and awkwardly reclined, extending her hind legs to either side of his hips. He hadn’t anticipated any sort of a peep show, but he wasn’t about to pass up a look at her goods. As he looked away from his puny equipment and between her parted thighs, his mouth set to watering. While it wasn’t uncommon for him to see his classmates trotting or flying about in the buff, having an unabashed view of her sex was yet another first.

Plump and sopping-wet, with her lavender fur thinning to dark, hairless flesh, her marehood was a sight to behold. Being a hybrid creature, much like himself, her nethers perfectly complimented her equine lower half. Gazing longingly at her snatch, wondering what it would feel like, he blinked when her lower lips parted and her bulbous clit appeared. He’d heard about winking before, having learned about it in class, yet the sight of her arousal instantly rekindled his passion.

Sliding closer to him, resting her thighs over his, she raised her hips to give him a better look. “Do you think mine’s bigger?”

Her question caught him off guard, wrenching him back to the present. She’d mentioned something about a clit moments ago, but he honestly hadn’t been paying much attention. While he opened his mouth to speak, fully intent on correcting her, she began clumsily moving and attempting to reposition herself.

“What are you doing?” he asked, as curious as he was annoyed by her belittling assertion.

Pinching her tongue between her mandibles, she attempted to wriggle her rear hoof under this thigh. “Lift your leg for a second.”

Having no way of knowing what she was trying to do, yet trusting her enough to oblige her, he did as she asked. As he leaned to the side and lifted his leg, allowing her to slip her lower limb under him, she shuffled closer and brought their crotches together. It wasn’t until that moment, seeing her groin so close to his, that he comprehended what she’d said; his prick wasn’t much later than her clit - in fact, her little love button may have been a touch bigger than his baby mushroom of a dick.

“See what I mean,” she softly tittered, bumping her groin to his.

The barest hint of her marehood wafted to his nose, as the sublime heat of her nethers bore against him, flooding his hormonally charged mind with desire. He would never have guessed he’d end up in such a lewd situation that day, yet there he was - his freshly withered cock pressed to one of his closest friend’s pussy. Fraught with indecision, unsure of what she intended to do with him, she braced her rear claws and ground her loins against him.

The heavenly sensation of her hand on his package was overshadowed in a flash, as his tool glided over her sex. The feeling was indescribable, almost unbearably hot and slick with her juices, and his meager length throbbed with excitement because of it. Remaining still, awestruck and entranced by the spectacle, he only looked up when she stopped moving and loudly cleared her throat.

“Don’t just sit there!” she petulantly tutted. “Since you’re smaller than I am, I may as well teach you how to get off like a mare!”

As demeaning as her blithe statement was, he couldn’t suppress an elated shiver from shooting up his spine. He’d actually managed to achieve something he’d only dreamt about, making his endowment laughably small, and he was about to get his v-card punched - sort of. Being far too tiny to penetrate much of anything, Silver’s marehood looking absolutely massive in comparison to his equipment, he did the next best thing - he flexed his legs and bucked his hips.

Mirroring his motion, Silver beamed from ear to fluffy ear. “There we go, nice and smooth…”

While he had no way to know if she’d fooled around with anypony before, her actions spoke for themselves. Gyrating in place, smearing her marehood over him, she rubbed herself on his turgid, hyper-sensitive nub. More often than not, it would take him quite a while to recuperate after an orgasm, his refractory period lasting a minimum of ten minutes or so - now, scissoring with arguably the most attractive mare in the school, he bounced back in no time at all.

“It’s so cute watching you getting into this,” she gleefully remarked. “Little Gallus with his clit trying to get off. Here, let me show you how it’s done.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than she reached down and began stroking his inner thighs. The added stimulation was phenomenal, elevating the experience to an unbelievable level, evoking a whorish, almost feminine groan from him. Heaven help him, minuscule endowment or not, he could definitely see himself getting used to treatment like this.

Aside from getting a bit handsy, she continued gliding her winking, slavering marehood against him ruthlessly. On and on she went, touching him in ways no other had, until he noticed it - the slightest tremor in her legs. Forcing himself to glance at her face, hearing her hitched breaths and seeing a strand of drool dangling from her beak, he came to a startling realization - he was about to make her cum.

Casting his inhibitions aside, he pulled out all the stops and started thrusting as hard and as fast as he could. It didn’t matter if he was about to cum a third time, he didn’t care if he was going to make a spectacular mess of things - the only thing on his lust-addled brain was that he was about to usher an alluring mare through the gates of Nirvana. Hellbent on making her climax, he issued a silent prayer that he’d somehow outlast her.

It was a race to the finish between them, as the air grew thick with their moans and the scent of sex. Her rhythm breaking, sporadically humping and fondling one of her budding breasts, she drew a faltering breath, threw her head back, and wailed. Climactic nectar gushed from her spasming marehood, bathing his lower half in her sweltering juices and giving him his hard-fought reward - a reward he was only able to savor for a heartbeat.

A split-second after she came, he followed suit. Though his load was meager, having all but emptied his balls twice in rapid succession, the rapture that overtook him was no less intense - if anything, it may have been the strongest orgasm he’d ever had. As he added a few drops of his jizz to the deluge of her maregasm, slowing to an uneasy halt, they both heaved air into their lungs.

“T…that was amazing,” she wheezed, grinning broadly over at him. “If you keep practicing, you’ll give any of the mares a run for their money!”

His blush deepened and he looked away, given a modicum of post-coitus clarity. He really wasn’t sure what to think about her comments about him being a mare, but he knew they were infuriatingly arousing. Fidgeting ever so slightly, unable to meet her eye, he felt her unsteadily withdraw her leg from beneath him.

“You like that, don’t you?” she hummed, turning around and resting her head on his thigh. “You can tell me, don’t worry; I won’t let anypony know that you got off to being a cute little mare with a big, strong clit.”

“I’m n…not a - Aaahn!” he croaked, as something warm and wet entombed his softening prick.

Turning his head and looking down at her, his heart skipped a beat. Apparently discontent to bask in the afterglow, she quite literally sucked what little spunk was left out of his softening lack of length. Weakly fucking into her face, his body acting of its own volition, all he could do was feebly whimper and thrash about.

Pulling away with a soft pop, having thoroughly cleaned his teeny cock, she peered up at him. “If you admit wanting to be my cute little mare, we could make this a regular thing - that is, if you stay this small.”

“W…what do you mean?” he stammered, peeking down at her with one eye.

“I mean if I give you periodic inspections, making sure you keep this little tic-tac, I’ll come by every few nights to help you blow off some steam,” she clarified. “And I might know somepony who’d love to get involved. From what I’ve heard, she’s got a huge interest in adorable little girls like you.”

Everything she said immeasurably piqued his interest, but it was the final part of her claim that tipped him over the edge. If there was somepony else, particularly if it was a mare, he’d be willing to bend a knee to her wishes. Beating back his modesty, he closed his eyes.

“I’m a cute mare…” he murmured.

Slapping his belly, she drew a startled yelp from him. “Louder,” she insisted. “And look me in the eyes when you say it.”

Steeling himself, with great trepidation, he met her eyes. “I’m a cute little mare.”

“Good girl,” she mused, relaxing against him. “Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll give you a little more practice on how to get a mare off. Just remember, I’m gonna be checking up on that adorable clit of yours from now on.”

Gallus slowly nodded and reclined, reaching back to pull a pillow under his head. He may second-guess himself later, once the excitement had died down, but he found it difficult to find fault with his decision. His only big concern, would he have to name one, was that he’d have to go out and buy a few more tubes of the marvelous, mystical salve…