What Does He Taste Like?

by Blue Sphere Writing

First published

Smolder brings up an odd question that spirals out of control, much to Gallus' dismay.

When an odd question pops into Smolder's head during lunch, it begins to spiral out of control, leading to some very unfortunate events involving Gallus.

How should I know?

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Everyone was sitting around eating lunch, not saying much, just casually enjoying each others company. Until Smolder blurted out a rather interesting question.

"Have any of you here ever thought of what you'd taste like?" She asked.

"Smolder, you have said some weird things, but that is probably the weirdest so far," Gallus dryly stated.

"It's a legitimate question though, what if we wanted to eat Sandbar, what would he taste like?" The dragon continued, "What would ponies in general taste like?" Gallus just glared at her with one of the most confused looks he'd ever made.

"Well it's obvious I'd taste like a fish when I transform into a seapony!" Silverstream chimed in.

"Seriously! You're answering this?" Gallus cried out.

"Of course! Its fun! Plus what else are we gonna talk about right now? Think about it this way, every one of us currently here are carnivores or omnivores. So it's not like we're offending them or anything!" The hypogriff said in a laid back tone.

Smolder couldn't help but laugh at Gallus' absolute bewilderment, and to add to it Ocellus, the usually quite and reserved type took Smolder's side.

"Gallus, it isn't that bad, even us Changlings eat smaller insects for food sometimes. Come on Griffons are known for eating all kinds of meat, yet you haven't ever thought of this question once?" Ocellus mocked. Gallus hung his head in defeat, finally answering the already absurd question.

"I admit it, I taste like chicken," The blue griffon finally admitted, "Some dragon tried to eat me, got a lick on me and said I tasted like chicken." Everyone burst into hysterical laughter.

"Wait, wait, so let me get this straight, a dragon tried to eat you and said you tasted like chicken?" Smolder asked through her constant laughs, Gallus nodded. Suddenly Smolders laughter turned into a devious grin.

"Hey Silver, you'll never guess what I just started craving," the orange dragon chuckled. Silverstream immediately picked up on what Smolder was implying.

"Ocellus would you like some chicken?" Silverstream asked

"If we want some we better catch it, it's already out in the hall," She said.

"Don't worry about it, that makes the hunt more fun," Smolder said with a toothy grin. With that, Gallus was now on a mad dash flying through the halls, taking every turn possible to try and lose his predators. Clearly all of them split up, so he just had to outmaneuver all three until they give up, or until he could get into his dorm. How hard could that be? As it turns out harder than it should be. Mainly because all three could fly, one could swim, one breaths fire, and the third has the ability to shape-shift while also being able to sense certain emotions. This wasn't gonna be as easy as Gallus thought it would be. Before he knew it he was already cornered by Ocellus, trying her best to be intimidating, but came off as frustrated cause she was to cute.

"Ocellus listen, you're trying I'll give you that, but you just aren't the intimidating type. I don't think anything you could do will change my mi-" He was cut off by Ocellus transforming into a multitude of terrifying creatures, finally stopping on what looked to be a fusion between Chrysalis and Ocellus.

"Gallus my dear friend, I think you'll find I can be quite terrifying!" the changeling hissed, her long tongue going to lick his face, "You should make quite the delicious meal." Gallus screamed and flew above Ocellus' head, straight down the hall, and through the doors to the outside. The snow stopped but it was still cold, not cold enough to freeze he water though. Gallus stopped to catch his breath on a bench between to entrances to the school. If Ocellus and Smolder came outside to get him, he could go either direction. One thing he didn't take into account is that he was sitting right in front of a large fountain. He began flying towards one of the entrances, hovering slightly above the fountain. It wasn't long before he realized his mistake. Before he could get back on the ground he felt his tail get bitten, and now he was being dragged towards the surface of the water.

"I wonder if you'll taste like fish if I ate you underwater?" Silverstream pondered, her voice muffled by Gallus' tail in her mouth. Gallus yanked his tail from out the seapony's mouth and flew for the tip of one of the schools towers. He landed on the roof above the main balcony, rubbing his tail. He was breathing so heavily he could see his breath in the cold air. Silverstream mimicked his breathing in an overly dramatic way. Gallus stared at Silverstream wide eyed.

"Your tail doesn't taste like chicken, did you know that?" She asked, with the most sincere curiosity in her voice. Gallus was speechless, and just got up flying away before Silverstream could say literally anything else. He sat perched on another rooftop, overlooking the entire school. That's when a voice whispered in his ear, making his heart skip a beat.

"Did you really think you could avoid the true apex predator here? I'm a dragon, we're relentless when it comes to food. You were a lost cause from the start," Smolder whispered. Gallus couldn't even move anymore. His only instinct was to panic and get out of there as fast as he could, but he knew Smolder was right. At this point he couldn't tell if his friends were playing, or if they were gonna start putting up missing posters tomorrow morning. Smolder grabbed Gallus by the tail, dragging him down and through a window. He was dropped on the floor of a dim room, the moonlight was the only thing illuminating the room. Gallus squinted through the darkness, making out the silhouettes of his three captors. He laid there defeated, now realizing he was at the mercy of the three females. The next morning Gallus came to breakfast tired with bite marks, scratches, scrapes, and bruises all over his body. After breakfast he went back to his dorm, laid in bed all day, and refused to answer any questions about what happened.