Hope

Maybe the greatest gift given to us as human beings is to not understand the whole world around us. With just a bit of blissful ignorance, we can keep on waking up each day, thinking it will be better than the last. I try so hard to hold onto that last bit of naivety. I owe it to her.

One thing I don't think anyone can ever explain is how she came to me. Thirteen years ago something happened that neither I nor anyone else in Ponyville could have ever expected. I guess I should hardly be surprised, looking back, when two lovers do what we did, a child shouldn't be unexpected. But she was a pony after all. It all didn't seem possible.

I had been living with Lyra for as long as I could remember. Ever since coming to this strange world of pastel ponies, she had a childish obsession with me. I still can picture her wide eyed fascination with my somewhat lanky body, as she trotted over and greeted me. Most ponies gave me a wide berth as the only human in the village, but Lyra was always so close. She loved to just be near me, to watch me eat, or just smell my strange scent.

Maybe it was wrong to finally sleep with her. I just didn't know if I would ever be able to return to my old life again. And here was Lyra, fawning over me and dropping not so subtle hints. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I didn't want her. There was a strange eroticism to her features, and soon every meeting and errant touch would drive me into a lust, watching her curved flank and flowing tail as she would trot coyly around the house. I surprised her while making dinner one evening, and she melted into my arms.

It was truly indescribable, making love to a pony. We were together every chance we could get. Her heat cycle made things even more interesting, as she practically assaulted me whenever she could. Nothing ever felt so good, as being so desired and being so able to please my mare.

It was only a few weeks before we became concerned. Lyra was feeling sick in the morning, and had missed her last heat. I really don't know what either of us expected was going to happen. You could have heard a pin drop when Nurse Redheart told us she was pregnant. A million things flashed by my eyes at the news. That this was impossible. That we weren't anywhere near ready to have a kid. That it might be born deformed or some sort of monster.

I know one thing, as I look back. I never would change a single thing. Nothing would ever make me give up my precious Hope.