> Gallus's Walk of Shame
>  by Quantum Trip
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> The Walk
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Gallus the griffon bore down on the tightness in his rectum, massaging the metal plug with one forefoot over the thin layer of sheer pink fabric covering his occupied tailstar. The grooves of his benefactor's cutie mark engraved on the surface of the plug provided a taunting, haptic reminder of the pony who'd gotten him into his current predicament.

"I can't believe she's making me do this," he grumbled. "Might as well enjoy myself while I wait for the Sun to drop, though. That way at least I won't be 'out' while I walk there." Despite being mid-afternoon, the room was dark. The curtains had been drawn and taped to the wall, leaving a single candle as the sole light source.

Without warning, the hallway door burst open and Spike thrust his torso into Gallus and Sandbar's dorm room. "Hay, Gallus! Have you seen my—" the little dragon began to ask, but the rest of his query evaporated in his throat. It was dimly lit in here, but not nearly dark enough to hide the strange clothing worn by the griffon crouching meekly beside his bunk bed.

Gallus wasn't certain whether Spike had ever seen him wearing clothes before, but he knew he'd never been seen dressed this way. Over the griffon's body was draped a fashionable-looking charmeuse gown far too short for his midriff. The dress was made from a magenta fabric shocking enough to compete with Pinkie's mane. The hue provided a strong contrast to the bright royal blue of his feathers and fur. The garment was poofy around the shoulders and chest, cinched high up around his withers by a pleathery saddle in layers of purple, pink, and gold-toned metal. The saddle was significantly further toward the head than it would be on a horse, but Gallus had a long, slender body so it managed to work. The saddle was clearly bespoke, and not only because it appeared to fit his figure exactly: it also matched the dress's colors perfectly. The skirt portion was short, ending before reaching the loins of his back, and was hemmed in gold lace. The dress hid nothing aft of his waist. The skirt portion was held open wide by a set of very short, extremely frilly-looking sheer purple petticoats.

The feathers of his face and neck were currently poofed out as far as they possibly could be. This was a signal Gallus hoped with all his heart Spike wouldn't be able to translate.

Spike's eyes wandered Gallus's body, but his mouth hung open wordlessly. Gallus remained frozen in place, afraid to move a muscle, but this only made it easier to examine his appearance.

The dress's abnormally short length kept it from covering his panties, which were the same shade of pink as the dress in a semi-sheer, stretchy fabric... but even if the panties had been opaque, the bulge within them wouldn't have been a mystery. A dot of wetness dribbled through the fabric where the blunted tip of his cat-like penis pressed. He also wore a strange pair of matching pink shoes whose undersides went all the way up the hock, looking more like a costume piece than a wearable shoe. At the hocks, the ends of the shoes had very long heels which kept his rear legs tilted up higher than normal, elevating his rump lewdly. They looked challenging to walk in.

Headmare Starlight, please teleport in here and murder me, thought Gallus, without a hint of sarcasm in mind. Now is fine. Do it now. Please hurry.

"Um," Spike finally said, awkwardly leaning further into the room. "Um."

Gallus cleared his throat as he managed to dredge up a modicum of resolve. "Spike, I need you to do two things for me, right now," he said in an unusually soft voice as his feathers began to lie flat again.

"Uh?" asked Spike, still staring, jaw agape.

"One, never mention this to anybirdy. Ever. Two, close the bucking door."

Spike paused long enough to close his mouth first. Then he jumped into the room and shut the door behind him.

Gallus placed one set of talons over his face. "For Guto's sake... Did I say enter the room? And haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Oh. I guess I wasn't thinking when I opened the door, and Gallus, I, um, well... I've never seen another guy dressed like this before," said Spike. "Sorry. Is this... are you a girl now?"

"Do I look like a hen?" asked Gallus, glaring at Spike. "Wait, no, don't you dare answer that, it was rhetorical. And lock the bucking door while you're in here! I can't believe I left it unlocked."

Nuts. I really hope my subconscious isn't to blame...

Spike locked the door behind him. "I mean, the dress and panties... wait a minute," he said. "Gallus, you do know saddles and underwear are only for adults, right? I mean, I guess you're big enough for the smaller ones to fit you, but that's hardly the point."

Gallus narrowed his eyes. "Well, I'm practically an adult. Besides, Spike, you like Professor Rarity, right? Do you really want to get her in trouble for this?"

"Oh, gosh. You're right, of course this is Rarity's work!" said Spike, shaking his head. He walked up to Gallus, the curiosity apparent in his eyes even in the dim lighting.

The griffon's ear tufts flattened out and he winced. "Okay. If you have to be here, at least put that... thing away," he asked. "And you don't have to be here. Seriously."

"Put what thing..." Spike started to ask, then looked down to see his erect bifurcated penis sticking boldly out of his genital slit, glistening in the candlelight.

"Ah well. I guess I can't complain," said Gallus, frowning. "It's not like I'm any more decent at the moment."

"It doesn't usually do this," said Spike, trying and failing to shove it back into the slit. "This... this is a weird day."

Gallus groaned. "Let's get this over with. What were you trying to find? I'm sure I haven't seen it, whatever stupid thing it is," said Gallus.

"I, um... huh. Weird. I can't even remember," said Spike. "Gallus, are you, like, transgender?"

"Huh? No!" said Gallus, wide-eyed. "I mean... I don't think I am. Am I? I like being a guy a lot, but... I never really thought about it. Are you?"

"I'm not the one wearing a dress, dude," said Spike, crossing his forelegs defensively over his chest.

"Don't give me that. You're the reason Rarity tricked me into asking her for this ridiculous outfit in the first place!" said Gallus, rolling his eyes. "You crossdress all the time. I'd never even thought about it until I saw you do it. Seriously."

"What? When have I ever crossdressed?" said Spike, sitting down on the floor next to Gallus as his penises finally relaxed and slumped partly back inside his body. "Oh, wait—you mean when I'm modeling clothes for Rarity? That's just because I'm her friend. She can get me into poses and positions other ponies can't."

"She has a way of putting creatures into awkward positions they don't want to be in, that's for sure," said Gallus, staring at his forefeet.

"Is this something you're trying out for her?" asked Spike, reaching out to feel the softness of the saddle. "It looks too perfectly tailored for you to be wearable by anypony else... Do you have a twin sister or something?"

"No. I'm an orphan, Spike, just like you," said Gallus. "Wait. Not like you. You have a family."

Spike winced. "Right, right, I forgot. Sorry," he said. "Okay, I'm guessing this is some kind of a sex thing because of the saddle and panties, so you probably don't want me in here."

"You think?" said Gallus, his voice sardonic. Then he closed his eyes and said in a gentler tone, "I'll level with you. I'm just waiting for the Sun to go down so I can walk to the Carousel Boutique. Professor Rarity promised me I could keep everything I'm wearing if I walked from the School grounds to her shop today, as long as I get there before it closes. There's no way I can afford any of this."

"You... want to keep all this?" asked Spike, raising a brow ridge.

Gallus buried his face in his talons. "I don't understand why. I thought it was because I could sell it or something, but that doesn't make any sense since it's tailored for me and I wouldn't be able to bring myself to part with it. I'd like to give it to Silverstream as a gift, but she's too large for it to fit her," he explained. "It just does something for me, okay? So I guess it's a sex thing, or... whatever. I don't know." Gallus then looked up to Spike with pleading eyes from where his head was lowered to the floor. "Spike, please don't tell anybirdy. Seriously, my life would be over if they knew I did this."

"Okay. We're not very close yet, but I'm your friend and I would never do anything to hurt you. That said, there are a couple things you need to know," said Spike.

Gallus gulped audibly. "Such as?"

"First of all, your friends don't care, silly! They'd probably find it cute," said Spike, clearly suppressing a giggle himself.

Gallus stood up straight and grimaced. "Yeah, no thanks. I'd rather not take chances with friendship. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me, by a long shot. What else?"

"Well, it's a good thing I came in here. Today's Saturday. Rarity closes up shop at Sundown on Saturdays. You need to leave before Sundown if you want to make it there on time," said Spike.

"What?!" said Gallus, recoiling. "But... I'd have to walk around wearing this in broad daylight? I can't do that! Everybirdy will see me! It could take a half-hour for me to get there in these heels, too."

Spike shrugged. "I'm sure being seen is the whole idea. Rarity wants you to be a walking billboard for her merch," he said. "Though it's still super generous for her to give you all this. It looks really expensive."

"I'm doomed," said Gallus, lying flat on the floor.

Dammit! I don't understand, but I wanted this so badly...

"Aw, cheer up! Sure, you might have to walk slowly, but it's not that far away. Would it help if I went with you?" asked Spike. "It sounds like you really want this, and I want you to be happy."

"You'd do that?" whispered Gallus. "Wow. Thanks, but the only way you could help me is if you can find a tarp to cover me with. She'd probably take back the offer, though."

"Don't be ridiculous. You look great in this! If you were a mare, or a hen I guess, the guys would be all over you," said Spike. "They might be anyway, to be honest. I mean, it's obviously feminine, and you're obviously, um... what do you call a boy griffin?"

Gallus bruxated his beak. "You're going to laugh."

"No, I won't," said Spike. "I'm not speciest."

"We're called cocks," said Gallus, stone-faced.

Spike's mouth twitched. "I, I..."

"Go ahead and let it out," said Gallus, rolling his eyes.

Spike laughed, but it was brief. "Sorry. That's... actually, that's kind of terrible. Cock is a speciest word? I never knew."

"It was probably a thing before ponies and griffons started mingling, so I doubt it's an intentional slur. Plus, we kinda like it. Most of us call our dicks cocks," said Gallus. "Prepubescent boys are called cockrels, but pubescent and adult males are cocks."

"So you're definitely a cock," said Spike, failing to suppress a smirk.

"Don't push it... huh. I don't know what a male dragon is called," said Gallus.

Spike opened his mouth, then closed it and grinned. He leaned in toward Gallus's face. "Whatever we tell you to call us," he whispered.

"F-fuck," said Gallus, and his wings reflexively jerked. They appeared to be constrained enough by the dress that they couldn't open all the way. "Spike, don't tease me like that! I'm already feeling weird and I think my body might be confusing you for a... whatever it is female dragons are called."

"Tease? I don't understand. It's just an old joke," said Spike. "Male dragons are called drakes. I'm sorry, Gallus. I'm really bad at this. I want to help, but I keep saying the wrong things. I should leave..."

"No, no! Please, please don't leave me," whimpered Gallus. "I... I need you to help me get to the Boutique. I can't do it without you, and... I appreciate you being a friend. I don't care what I'm called, I'm just upset that I have this thing I really, really need to do, and I don't even know why, and I'm afraid I'm going to lose my friends because—"

Spike reached out and hugged Gallus around his neck. "Relax. I'm here for you dude," he said.

"Th-thanks," croaked Gallus, sniffling. "Ugh. I think I have allergies or something... I just... I need to be more brave than this, Spike. I wanted to join the Equestrian military..."

"Why don't we talk and walk?" suggested Spike. "We don't have a lot of time to waste."

"Oh, right," said Gallus, feeling oddly grateful for the interruption. "It gets worse, though. I have to take these with me too." He reached under the bed and pulled out blinders, a small bridle, reins, and a mouth bit, which matched the colors and gold of the saddle. He also produced a couple of strange, hoof-sized garments which matched the pink of his outfit and shoes.

"Wow. Pony sex gear sized for a griffon? Are you sure she wants you to wear this in public?" asked Spike, watching as Gallus strapped the items onto his face.

"Positive. I assume Professor Rarity must know what she's doing," said Gallus. "I'm not covering for her if the Ponyville guard interferes. Wait, you wouldn't throw me under the cart to save her, would you?"

"Don't worry. I can get us out of any trouble," bragged Spike. "I'm one step removed from the future monarch, remember."

Gallus unlocked the door, blew out the candle, and removed tape from the window covering. "We'll be less likely to bump into students if we go out this way," he argued, opening the window. Then he pulled and strapped the pink garments onto his forefeet. They were slipper-like, but molded for each of his digits, clearly made for him. The tops of the shoes were covered in pink sequins. "These shoe-like things fit around my toes so I can still grip things, just not very well. There are holes at the tips for my talons, but you can see that."

"Oh, those are called gloves," said Spike. "They're mostly used by minotaurs, but I've seen a griffon with them before. Rarity made some for me, but they're only appropriate for formal events. I'd get them dirty all the time if I wore them outside."

"Huh. Well, these have hidden rubber padding in the soles, probably because she knows I'll be walking a lot in them. Griffons aren't comfortable walking long distances because our forefeet aren't as durable as our rear paws, but I don't have a choice because this dress is too restrictive to fly in," explained Gallus, looking left and right out the window. "Okay, the coast is clear. Hop on, I guess."

Spike mounted Gallus's saddle. "It could use stirrups," he said, gently pulling the reins.

"What's a stirrup?" asked Gallus, fixing the bit into his beak. As he clumsily clambered out of the window and landed behind a decorative bush, Spike flapped his wings to stay upright on the saddle.

"They're like hanging rings you put your feet in for balance while mounted," said Spike.

"You know an awful lot about fetish gear for a minor. I guess if you're dating Professor Rarity it stands to reason," said Gallus. He walked onto a path leading around the School of Friendship and paused there after stumbling once on a missed heel step.

"Dating Rarity? I wish! She's always friendzoned me," said Spike. "Considering my age, it's probably for the best, though. She teases me sexually sometimes, and when I pushed the point one time she told me she wants a closer relationship when I get older. Maybe she doesn't really mean it, but I like being with her so much I don't care."

"Do you work for her? Like, for pay?" asked Gallus. "I know you do things for her. I've seen you two out before."

Spike shook his head, which sent a little shimmy through the saddle. "I'm just a friend. It feels nice to do things for her, y'know?"

"Sounds to me like she's stringing you along because she enjoys your flattery and indentured servitude," said Gallus. "You're a money-saver for her, Spike. You do her dirty work for free. That isn't an economically good position."

Spike sighed. "Fine, you're probably right. I still think she's a decent friend, though. She does things for me too sometimes," he said, though his voice sounded defensive. "Hold on, let me get situated better in the saddle." Spike squirmed in his seat. Turning his head one-eighty, Gallus could see his Spike's cocks pressed against the pommel and horn of the saddle.

"Whoa, that's kinda creepy," said Spike, "no offense."

Gallus turned his head back. "Sorry, it's a bird thing. It's not as creepy as a colt getting off as he parades me across Ponyville," he accused, adding with obvious sarcasm, "no offense."

"I'm a drake whelp, not a colt," corrected Spike. "I can't control that part of me, and I don't know why I'm horny right now. Probably because we were talking about Rarity, and you kinda look like a sexy slut when I can't see your face. Like, I almost can't tell you're a boy right now. Do you want to do this by yourself?"

An erotic throb pulsed beneath his taint, confusing Gallus. "By myself? No! Please, don't leave me! I'll be fine, just... just hold your forefeet over it or something, in case anybirdy gets close to us. We don't want to attract attention. I assume it would be just as embarrassing for you."

"Eh, not really. I've been embarrassed so many times I gave up on caring a long time ago. Best thing I ever did for myself," said Spike. "I'm ready to go. I'll try to remember to hide it with my forefeet."

"You're more mature than you look, Spike. Wish I could say the same for myself," said Gallus, and he began to walk down the path. "I can't see well to the left or right of me with these stupid pink blinders on, so you'll need to warn me if somebirdy—er, somecreature, whatever—approaches."

"I think that's what this thing is for." Spike pulled gently on the pink reins connected to the griffon's bridle. "I can direct you left, right, or to slow down, without needing to say anything."

"Wow. Who even thought of this? Some of this kinky stuff is too much work to be sexy," said Gallus.

I hope to my tailtuft he can't tell I'm lying. For some reason being controlled like this is hotter than Tartarus. It must be his voice... I mean, he sounds enough like a girl, right? And he thinks I look like a girl... so this... maybe this is still straight...

"You still there?" asked Spike, whipping the reins once.

Gallus nearly jumped. Realizing he'd stopped walking while deep in thought, he picked back up. "Sorry, I'm pretty distracted right now. Oddly enough, the blinders seem to help with that. Maybe it's because I don't want to know if people are staring at us. I just want to get to the Boutique and get this over with before any of my friends catch me." There weren't many students out at the moment, but Gallus was certain they'd been spotted by now. The teenage rider and mount were already making a spectacle of themselves.

"Right," said Spike, as they passed around to the front of the School. "Gallus, can I ask you something personal?"

"Might as well," said Gallus. "It's not like I have any shame left."

"You said 'please don't leave me' twice now," said Spike. "It just sounds a little weird. Most people—uh, that means sapient creatures—would just say 'please don't leave'."

A sinking feeling hit Gallus in the pit of his stomach. "Sorry. It's my worst fear," he said, pausing for a long moment between two steps.

"I take it that's why you don't want your friends to see you like this?" asked Spike.

"Exactly," said Gallus. "I can't take chances. I've been alone my entire life, Spike. Abandoned by everybirdy I ever knew. I'm always mentally preparing for it to happen again. It isn't fun."

"Your friends are good creatures, dude. They would never abandon you, and neither will I," said Spike. "Not in the sense you mean, at least. Pretty soon Twi and I have to move to Canterlot, unfortunately. I'll even be leaving Rarity behind, at least for a while. She'll probably move there eventually too."

"I'm headed that way after graduation myself," said Gallus. "I already told my friends, and they were a little sad about it. I don't think any of them plan to return to their countries. They want to stay here in Ponyville so they can help out with the School, and maybe act as an emissary back to their old homes. I was worried I was the one abandoning them, but they don't see it that way, thankfully."

"You have to do what's best for you," said Spike. "Er, don't look to your right. We're being gawked at."

"Ugh," said Gallus, and he felt his penis thankfully retract a bit. "Anyway, I'd stay here if there were an earth pony recruitment center, but there isn't. Ponyville is still too small. Wait, nopony watching us has a camera, do they?"

"Nah, we're in the clear for now. Hay, if you're headed to Canterlot, have you considered the Royal Guard? I'd get to see you all the time if you were assigned to the castle there," said Spike. "I guess it's a little selfish for me to ask that."

Gallus hid a blush beneath his feathers. "It'd be nice to see you. I think I need a friend there, or I might not have the guts to go through with it," he said. "But I doubt I qualify. I know the military in general takes griffons, but I doubt the Guard would. The Royal Guard is partly concerned with domestic matters in Canterlot, but they primarily protect the Princess. That requires unwavering commitment, and who would trust a griffon with that kind of responsibility?"

"There are a few nonponies in the Guard," said Spike. "I'm sure they'd love to have you. Canterlot is highly... what's that word Rarity uses? Oh, yeah: cosmopolitan."

"That's reassuring, but they definitely won't want me if word about this gets out," said Gallus, wincing. "Dammit. I knew I shouldn't have done this."

Spike laughed. "My big brother—Princess Twilight's brother, to be clear—was Captain of the Royal Guard up until he became a Prince, and he did this sort of thing all the time."

"Prince Shining Armor used to dress up like a sissy and prance around Canterlot?!" said Gallus, lowering his gaze to avoid making eye contact with a flying pegasus overhead. "I'm sure I'd have heard of that."

"Not that public, no. But he crossdresses—at least he used to, dunno if he still does—and it was common knowledge in Canterlot," said Spike, tugging left on the reins. It took Gallus a brief moment to realize the yank to his face meant he should turn left. "They don't really care what you do off-duty as long as it's legal and you aren't formally representing the Guard when you do it. I think he even dressed up for a party the Guard hosted once or twice."

"That's actually kind of cool," said Gallus. "Huh."

"Uh-oh. Gallus, I don't know how to tell you this—"

"Then don't," interrupted Gallus, closing his eyes as he continued to walk forward. "Especially don't tell me if it's one of my friends. I'll just shut my eyes until I bump into something, which will be less embarrassing."

"It's not one of your friends," said Spike, and he pulled back on the reins.

Gallus stopped and opened his eyes. In front of him landed Ocellus and Smolder.

"Spike, these ARE my friends," said Gallus. "At least, they were prior to seeing me dressed like a slutty idiot."

Spike huffed. "I said it wasn't one of your friends. See, there are two!"

"Oh, Gallus. You look so pretty," said Ocellus, smiling brightly.

Gallus sighed. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this, but if Spike would kindly incinerate me now, we can all pretend this never happened."

"Dude. You don't need to be incinerated," said Smolder. "You're already smoking hot dressed like that."

"Stop teasing me!" said Gallus, frowning.

"Gallus, I think they're serious," said Spike.

"We are!" said Ocellus, her elytra raising so her wings could buzz a little behind her. "I've never seen anycreature dressed this fancy before. Are you going to a costume party?"

"We're headed to Rarity's Boutique. Gallus has to get there before Sundown if he wants to keep the outfit," said Spike.

Gallus bruxated his beak and brooded to himself. Blast it! Why did you tell them?

"It's yours? Nice. Hope I get to see you in it more often," said Smolder, with a disarming wink.

"Oh. Uh, thanks?" said Gallus. "I'm actually pretty surprised. I was afraid to bump into any of my friends while wearing this. You seriously don't think this is shameful?"

"Why would it be shameful?" said Ocellus. "You're just dressed pretty. I think it's lovely. You non-changelings can't modify how you look, so I don't understand why clothing isn't more common. And these are the nicest clothes I've ever seen!"

"It has sexual connotations, Ocellus," said Smolder. "Gallus is dressed like this so boys will want to fuck him. Girls, too."

"Uh, no, I just have to wear this in order to keep it," countered Gallus. "It's part of the deal."

"Oh, I see. So that's why they both have erections. Totally innocent," said Smolder, grinning evilly. "Oh, Ocellus... that was sarcasm."

"Thanks! I picked up on it this time, though," said Ocellus. "Mostly because calling Gallus innocent right now is completely ridiculous."

Spike chuckled. "Oops. Forgot to hide my junk."

"I'm not trying to advertise sex, guys! I swear. I just... I like to wear this when I'm alone. I don't know why," said Gallus. "Are you... are you still my friends?"

"What? Of course we are, dumbass," said Smolder. "You don't actually think I'd dump you as a friend because you look better in a dress than I do?"

Gallus breathed a sigh of relief. "No, and there's no way I look better in this than you would."

"Smolder! You should get something like this and wear it when we have sex!" said Ocellus, rearing up to clop her front hooves together.

It was Smolder's turn to blush. "Ocellus, I really didn't want Spike to know I like wearing dresses, remember?"

"You're both weird," said Spike. "More embarrassed by talking about dresses than having sex? I don't know why you can't just enjoy yourselves. If you like dresses, wear dresses. It's simple."

"Smolder, you're one of the bravest creatures I know," said Gallus. "It's weird to think you're actually worried about how others see you."

Smolder snorted smoke, and pouted. "You don't understand, guy. Dragons are... well, they can be cruel and judgmental."

"Everycreature can," said Spike. "But you can't let it get to you! If you respect yourself and carry yourself with pride, other ponies will respect you too. Er, and dragons, I'd imagine."

"I guess I feel a little better about it, then," said Gallus. "I've always been embarrassed about my appearance, and that's when I'm not even wearing anything. I'm sure Smolder can overcome her fears, but she's way braver than I am."

"What are you talking about?" asked Smolder. "You're the one conquering your fear, right now! I'm impressed, honestly. It's kind of inspiring, like maybe I could do it too."

Gallus looked up and made eye contact with his friends for the first time. "I don't feel brave right now! I feel like a coward."

"Bravery isn't a lack of fear, Gallus," said Ocellus. "It's a willingness to confront your fears. You're very brave."

"Couldn't put it better myself," said Spike.

A warmth spread through Gallus's chest. "Huh. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. Guys, I really appreciate you being there for me on this."

"That's what friends are for," said Smolder, with a naughty grin. "You silly, sexy, sissy birdbrain." Gallus's penis slipped back out of his sheath and pulsed as a light breeze tickled his sheer panties.

"Uh, yeah. Well, I hate to chat about my disturbing state of dress and zoom, but there's no time to lose and we don't want to be late," Gallus quickly uttered, wearing a nervous smile.

"You have to go? Damn. Now I'm horny. Ocellus, since Gallus and Spike are clearly busy, we should go fuck. Can you turn into Gallus again, but make it look like the clothes he has on this time?" asked Smolder.

"Sure! Just be careful, because the clothes are soft and will still be part of my body," said Ocellus. "Bye Gallus! You're super cute, really!"

"Oh, and give him the dog collar again..." said Smolder as the pair flew off.

As the pair flew off, Gallus paused for a moment before returning to a walking pace. "Uh, what. Turn into me? Again?!"

"I'm trying to wrap my head around the dog collar thing," said Spike. "Do you think that means you were wearing the collar? Why would a person wear a collar meant for dogs? I mean, I've done it before, but it was part of what I'm growing to suspect is an interdimensional joke at my expense. Long story."

Gallus resumed walking. "I'll take your word for it. To be honest, I don't know why I do anything at all, Spike."

"It does sound like you've been missing some signals from your friends," said Spike. "I'm terrible at that sort of thing, though, so what do I know?"

"This is easily the strangest day I've ever had, and I vividly remember the Tree of Harmony trying to kill me," said Gallus, nearly stumbling when his heel caught an uneven patch of grass.

"Whoa. What was that about?"

"It was one of the Tree's challenges for us. At the time I thought it was some kind of a physical challenge, but later I realized the challenge wasn't being stabbed to death by the Tree. It was being in crisis while separated from my friends," said Gallus. "We were all separated from each other to face our worst fears, but it was the separation itself that was my fear."

"Right, being abandoned in your time of need," said Spike. "I didn't mention this before, but that's my worst fear too."

"Really? You're always surrounded by friends, Spike. I mean, most of them are girls, but still."

"I know, right? But as the only dragon growing up among ponies, I still felt isolated. I would have nightmares where my family abandoned me, and I'd be surrounded by ponies who didn't know me and thought I was some kind of a monster," he said, "but it's a lot better now. I know I fit in, and talking to Smolder helps too. She's helped me to understand my dragon heritage."

"It sounds like sex with Smolder is also an option. Maybe for both of us," said Gallus. "I'm not sure how to feel about that right now because there are all sorts of weird feelings inside me at the moment, but for you, she's a dragon, right?"

"I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind. She's cute. She even asked me once if I wanted to fool around, after the molt, but I was super nervous and not ready for anything serious, plus I'm still crushing on Rarity. She was nice about it, though. Smolder may have a rough exterior but she's a softie on the inside. Kinda like you, Gallus."

Gallus's ear tufts lay flat and he gulped a mouthful of air, feeling an odd warmth deep in his belly. "Uh, I'll take that as a complement, I guess."

"It is! Hay, Applejack," said Spike. Gallus turned his head this way and that until he saw Applejack approaching from between his blinders. She trotted up to them both with an unusual grin on her face he'd never seen before.

"My goodness, Spike. Y'all grow up so fast," she said. "I ain't seen anything this lewd in public in Ponyville in a dog's age, but I s'pose these days it's bound to be more common. Time's are a-changin', and all."

"Yeah. Oh, dang—I forgot to cover up again," he said. "Damage done, I guess."

"That's just fine by me. Your little tallywhackers are kinda cute, hon. Has Rarity ever... y'know? I know you keep tryin' for her, but if you've made progress, she hasn't let on about it."

"Still in the friendzone, but I like her as a friend so it's fine for now," said Spike. "I think my age is the biggest obstacle. Sometimes it seems like she's turned on when I'm around... I'm sure of it, actually, because I have a great sense of smell."

"Eww," said Gallus, which caught Applejack's attention.

"And this mount of yours looks mighty cute to boot," she added. "Is it giving you any trouble, or is it pretty tame?"

It? Did she just call me an 'it'? Why... why does that feel right?

Spike laughed. "It doesn't bite, if that's what you mean. Maybe if you ask it to, but it's really tame otherwise. It's been an easy ride, and it always obeys commands like a good mount. Couldn't ask for a better one, really."

Gallus pressed his flexible beak tightly together. It clearly wasn't flattery, but it felt that way. I'm a good mount... what a strange feeling. Is this what 'pride' feels like?

"Hope it don't count as bestiality if I have myself a little touch," said Applejack. Standing close enough that Gallus could see her by turning his head a bit more, Applejack reached behind him with a forehoof and slipped it right into his panties. Then she gently rotated the plug inside his anus, twisting it in his rectum where the lubricant slithered and sent a surprising amount of sensation into his rear. A pulse of pure pleasure tickled his insides, and he gasped. "Cute butt plug on the little guy, too. Gotta admit I was confused for a moment. Before I felt the metal, I thought the bump meant griffons had ponuts. I think I like that soft pit of a hole even better, though. More convenient. Must feel mighty nice to stuff it."

"Heh. I didn't notice the plug when I picked him up—I mean it, of course. It looks like it really enjoys the attention you're giving it." The sarcasm was thick in Spike's voice.

"I'll say! Why, this pretty little flesh rocket down here feels like it's about to go off in a mayfly's sigh," she added, slipping her hoof between his legs to give his rigid cock a squeeze. "Oh, and it has bumps on it, I think? My, that's real nice."

"P-professor," whimpered Gallus. His right rear leg began to twitch uncontrollably.

"What? Oh my Stars, it's Gallus!" said Applejack, quickly withdrawing her hoof. "I was looking forward to getting to know y'all better. Dagnabit, what a run of bad luck."

"Oh. I guess... knowing it's me is a turn-off? Yeah, that's fair..." said Gallus, his voice trailing off.

"What? No, sugarlump, you're plenty attractive! I'd be absolutely thrilled to mess around with you, even though I'm almost always one for the ladies rather than the laddies. You're just, well, a little young, and I can't have any play with a student anyhow. I'm assigning grades and supervising you, and it ain't ethical. We can talk about this sorta thing after you graduate, if you catch my drift," she said. "In full honesty, I didn't recognize you with that stunning dress on. Must be a Rarity creation, because it looks perfect on you. The purple in the petties and saddle match Spike to a 'T' too, of course."

"Th-thanks for the compliment," croaked Gallus, with a shy grin. "Gosh. Now I'll have to try not to imagine you with clothes on while I'm in class... wait, sorry, that was probably creepy."

"Nah, it was sweet. Besides, I'll have to do the same." Applejack winked at Gallus and tipped her hat. "You boys... or boy and girl... have fun, and keep outta trouble. Spike, make sure you feed it, water it, and keep it out of direct sunlight, okay?"

"Will do," said Spike, and then he snapped the reins. "Hiya! Onward, loyal griff-steed!"

"Bye," whispered Gallus, and he started trotting off at a rapid pace, nearly tripping due to the heels. After a few missed steps, he slowed back down to a careful walk.

"Heh. I never would have expected AJ to be into public sex," said Spike. "I guess you learn something new about your friends every day."

"That's for sure. And the way she touched me back there, without even asking... she was right. I'm on the edge of exploding. I've never been so horny in my life. I guess I'm a freak, Spike." Gallus sighed, and his legs and belly felt heavier.

"Oh yeah. You're the best kind of freak, Gallus."

Just like that, the heaviness disappeared. Is being a freak... is it something I can actually take pride in?

"She said the purple matched you, but that has to be coincidence," said Gallus. "Right? I mean, Rarity couldn't have predicted you'd be riding that saddle."

"I dunno, Gallus. Rarity doesn't do coincidences," said Spike. "And now that I remember, she was the one who sent me to you and Sandbar, for... now what in the blazes was it that I was looking for?"

Gallus remained convinced it was a coincidence, and Spike never answered his own question. The pair stopped talking now that the Boutique was visible in the distance. Gallus felt thankful for the brief respite from social stimulation.

I love getting to know Spike better, but I'm overstimulated and this moment of quiet is nice. It's so easy to behave, to just follow each flick of the reins pulling against my face, like a good, obedient pet...

Lost in thought, Gallus snapped back to reality when he felt something pressing under his tail. It took a moment for him to realize it was Spike's tail spade stroking against the metal plug, over the panties. He kept walking, afraid to say anything or even stop.

I have to pretend this isn't happening because it's too awkward to ask him. It's obviously a mistake, right? Spike isn't gay, and I don't look like a hen, even in this. His tail's just resting there, and he doesn't know what he's doing... that must be it.

Spike's spade gently caressed the divot beneath Gallus's leonine tail from where it emerged via a hole in his sheer panties. His spade began to stroke back and forth, casually at first, occasionally pausing for a few moments as though the touches were accidental.

He's doing this on purpose! Oh crap. Am... am I being molested by my friend?

Gallus kept walking in silence, pretending nothing at all was happening. If Spike were intentionally molesting him, then the dragon was pretending all the same.

This feels amazing, even though we're both pretending it isn't happening... No, that's not right. It's not amazing in spite of us pretending it isn't happening, it's amazing because of it! I'm letting him do whatever he wants to me, like... like a good friend does. A good, obedient, horny, sissy, pet... friend.

The Carousel Boutique was now just a stone's throw away. The Sun was near the horizon, but they'd made it here with a little time to spare. The rider continued to molest his mount as they approached, but maintained a slight inconsistency to his touches. It was a very weak pretense, as though what was clearly molestation were just an accident... but that pretense was barely enough to allow Gallus to pretend as well.

In other words, it was perfect.

He knows. He's pretending, and he knows I'm pretending too. He has to know I feel this and absolutely love it, even though I'm not doing anything. In fact, he knows because I'm not responding. I'd say something if it were bothering me. It's just barely fake enough that we can both pretend that... that we're not... mused Gallus, finding it strangely difficult to finish the thought. My flipping primaries, why does this feel so good inside? I've never been harder in my life, but this isn't just being horny. It's more than sex. This is satisfying on a whole other level. I feel like... it can't be. Am I falling in love with another guy? A guy who does whatever he wants with my asshole, because he knows it's what I need?

Do I... do I want to be his hen?

As they approached the door, Rarity opened it with a wide, knowing smile on her face. She quickly flipped the store's sign from OPEN to CLOSED with a hoof, then returned her attention to rider and mount.

"Magnifique! Come in, Spike... and bring the pet," she ordered.

She didn't have to tell them twice.
> The Secret Plan
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.