Chapter Two

Being away from Ponyville for so long, I seemed to forget about the inherent kindness of most pony folk. Walking down the street, I couldn’t move five feet without getting a pleasant “Hello” or “How are you?” from some random pony I had never even met. Yes, it was smiles and greetings from nearly every pony I ran into on the way to Applejack’s farm. Especially the stallions...

Although the mares in town usually waved and beamed a smile in my direction, it was the stallions who seemed very interested in my passing through. A lot of them even came up to me and asked if I needed any help getting around town. I politely told them no and continued on my way, but I can’t help but think it has something to do with the fact that I’m a mare.

Sure the last time I was in Ponyville the ponies were nice to me, but I didn’t ever remember seeing that many stallions, let alone talking to any. And since the only difference between me now and me back then was the additional hole in my plot, I was pretty sure they weren’t treating me kindly because I was new in town.

After I finally managed to escape the group of stallions who kept asking me if I needed help with anything, I found myself alone, trotting along the dirt road that led to Sweet Apple Acres. For a while, I allowed myself to fall into my own thoughts.

My mind sort of ran through the last few hours of my life to get a good grasp on things. After all, it had gone surprisingly quick despite taking up half the day, and I was still wary that the whole ‘turning into a mare’ thing was some sort of cruel dream. First I remembered waking up in the library thanks to the beautiful, young Twilight Sparkle, whose hooves I should have kissed for bringing me back. Well, maybe done a little more than kissed, but that could wait a while. What stuck in my head, though, was the baby bulge that drooped so carelessly from her barrel..

I was going to be a father, and despite my earlier confessions of adoration, I was still feeling a little queasy at the idea. I mean, don’t get me wrong, part of me was still absolutely ecstatic at the fact that I was going to have a little version of me running around Ponyville. But then again, my other half was still hyperventilating in the corner, scared to death of what was to come. Parenthood is hard, or so I’d heard, and what was going to keep me from not only screwing up my own life, but also Twilight’s and our foal’s?

And then there was the possibility of the other foals I could possibly get to know very well, in the future. To be honest, I couldn’t really remember who I slept with in my last visit. There was Applejack, who I was going to know very soon if my stallion cream had taken a liking to her eggs. There was Vinyl Scratch who probably didn’t even remember half the stallions who’d gone down on her, including me. I managed to bang Rainbow Dash, but I came up her tailhole and in her mouth, which by the way, took amazing speed to switch holes without losing a single drop of my seed to gravity.

There was also Pinkie... who wasn’t pregnant. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I’m not saying I didn’t have fun with all the mares those three days, but out of all of them, I connected with Pinkie the most. Her laughter and cheerful personality. That wonderfully poofy pink mane of hers. Those beautiful blue orbs that seemed to make you smile when they beamed at you. That’s the mare who I wanted to be with. And that’s also the one who I would entertain the thought of having foals with as well. But she was the one that didn’t get pregnant...

I sighed at the obvious bit of irony that was thrown into my life. I also found it hard to believe that she didn’t get pregnant from the insane amount of cum I pumped in her. I mean, we must have bumped uglies four times that night, and never once did I pull out. Just kept cumming again and again until her womb was absolutely flooded with my essence.

My mind flashed to the thought that maybe Pinkie was infertile, but I pushed it out of my head as fast as it came in. There was no way that she was infertile, and even if she was, I was sure that it was a treatable thing here in Equestria. Like Twilight said: as long as there’s a unicorn, nothing is unfixable.

And speaking of her mare bits, it brings me back to my new anatomy. As a teenager, I heard that girls love riding horses because when straddling them, they rub themselves against the saddles to have orgasms. Well let me tell you one thing; no matter how much pleasure you think you can get from rubbing against a horse, it’s nothing compared to being the horse that’s getting rubbed. I swear, it’s totally unfair that girls get to feel that all the time. I mean, even when I was walking, my slit bunched together, and somehow my lips rubbed against each other. And then there was my tail which occasionally slithered along my new folds which was incredibly pleasurable.

Don’t get me wrong, this was still wrong on so many levels, I can’t even begin to tell you. But in an odd way, it was still incredibly pleasurable. Not only on a physical level, but also on a kinky, psychological one. Here I was, living a fantasy that every guy in the world had thought of at one point or another, and I wasn’t even dreaming (believe me, I checked). Yup, my penis goes bye-bye, and now I’m stuck with a love tunnel that’s foaming at the lips to gobble up anything it can find. I thought for a moment about what it must be like to have something stuffed up there, but I quickly dismissed it altogether.

No matter how tempting the situation might be, for the sake of my future sanity, it would be best to keep certain intrusions from entering my body. Any pride I had as a guy would be ripped away, and then of course, there was always the chance that it could feel good. The last thing I wanted was to come around to the feeling of a good dicking... no matter how tempting it may seem to have one of those hard, thick, flared members rub against the inside of my folds. Sliding up and down as the medial ring hits my clit on its way in and out. Finally, the tip would flare against my womb, and I would be absolutely filled with a stallion’s sticky, wet semen...

Wow... I stopped my train of thought and stood stock still in the road. Was I just thinking of getting rutted by a stallion?

The only affirmation was the strange sensation of my winking plot that never seemed to stop after rubbing it off against Pinkie. We stopped before either of us had an orgasm, but the sensation never really went away. I was still riding that pleasure wave, and it had no intention of stopping until it hit shore in one big, splashing mess.

Nevertheless, I screamed at my inner me to quit with its shenanigans and man up. I may have become a mare, but that doesn’t mean I have to act like one. I began to trot again, pushing any sort of sexual thoughts out of my head. Which, in all honesty, was really hard to do with my soaked tail rubbing my slit.

As I rounded a hill that I remembered to be the place where I decimated the evil, giant rock that blocked Applejack from her home, I came upon a large fenced-in area. A sign at the gate presented in big, bold letters: Sweet Apple Acres. Upon seeing it, any confidence I had was gone. Almost like a freight train, I was hit with a terrible realization that these next few minutes could shape my life indefinitely. I could walk into the house and see Applejack giving birth right now. Which honestly now that I think about it, would have been kinda cool to see on the T.V. show. But now that it’s my kid that’s gonna plop out of her vagina, things are a bit different.

I shook my head. You know what, I was probably just being paranoid. Pinkie wasn’t pregnant, so that means that Applejack could have dodged the baby-bullet as well. For all I know, she could have been bucking apple trees all day, as un-pregnant as the day she was born.

The humble farm home came into view as my chest tightened and my tongue began to itch. Every step seemed to be a mile, and every breath felt like it was borrowed. It felt like years, but before I even knew what happened, I was on the Apple family doorstep, hesitantly knocking on the lower half of the strange door. Its top half was open, allowing someone from the outside to see the majority of the inside, but the lower half was closed, supposedly discouraging ponies from just walking straight in.

“Hold on a minute, Sugarcube, I’ll be down in a second,” a voice called out, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. Another second later, and two green eyes greeted me as the mare’s head came into view. “Howdy stranger, what brings you up to these parts?” She asked in that charming southern way of hers. I know most people have prejudices against southern folk, but to tell you the truth, I always thought a southern accent was kinda sexy.

Any sort of nervousness I was feeling melted away, and I was once again in my usual jovial mood. In fact, I was having a hard time remembering why I was in such a bad mood to begin with.

“Hi Applejack, it’s nice to see you again. I was wondering if I could-”

“Hold it right there, Sugarcube,” she interrupted. “Why don’t you come inside for some sweet tea? You look absolutely exhausted with all that sweat on you!”

I was shocked at the abruptness of her suggestion, but nodded anyway. Even though the leaves in the trees were beginning to change, and it was cooling down around town, I was still sweating profusely. I mean, talk about drenched. That’s probably why half the town seemed to turn their heads in my direction before I even rounded the corner.

The door swung inward and I trotted through, excited to finally get a chance to talk with Applejack about being back, and about the possible job opportunities on the farm. The door swung closed behind me, and I looked at the smiling farm pony.

And this is when, for the second time that day, I nearly had a heart attack. Applejack rested against the wall next to the door, her head held high, but her belly hanging low. And when I say low, I mean it was practically touching the ground. No... not again... She gave a casual smile and nodded.

“Yeah, I know. I’m pregnant. You’ll get used to it in about five minutes.” She chuckles and started to waddle past me and into the adjoining kitchen. “So, what brings you here... Miss?”

My body sprung up. Oh yeah! She doesn’t know who I am! An evil smile creased my muzzle. Thank you very much, mare-body! Maybe you aren’t so bad after all. I looked at her and thought of the first thing I could think of.

“Briana. My name is Briana...” Bingo.

She stopped dead in her tracks, spinning around slowly as her stomach sashayed back and forth. “Briana, ay? Hmm, that’s a mighty strange name you have there.” She cocked an eyebrow up. “You know, you sorta look like a pony Ah know. You even have a certain lack of cutie mark like he does.”

Oh shit... “Oh? Is that so?” Quite frankly I had no idea what to say, so I just bleated out whatever I could while I attempted to locate an escape route. In retrospect, I probably didn’t even need to do that considering the fact that Applejack couldn’t run if her life depended on it.

“Yeah, and funny thing is, is that his name is Brian...” she took a step closer. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to know Brian, would you?” I panicked, and if I’ve learned anything at all in this crazy world of ponies, it’s never a good idea to panic. You do stupid things otherwise, like lying to the element of honesty for no reason other than to buy yourself a little time.

“I-I...uhh. Yeah, he’s my twin brother?” I said as if it were a question.

She narrowed her eyes. “Brother, huh? Would you happen to know where I could find him. He and I have a little bit of business that needs to be sorted out...”

“Umm, actually no. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.” A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek; something that I hoped Applejack chalked up to how hot it was outside.

Applejack didn’t respond, but continued to observe me in a manner that made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. I shifted on my hooves and spoke up in hopes of moving along the conversation as fast as I possibly could. “How do you know him?” I asked.

“Oh nothing, he’s just the one that went and did this to me...” She motioned her hoof to her engorged belly, almost with a look of disdain.

“Oh-oh really?” I inquired nervously. “Umm... congratulations?”

She stared back up at me. “Thanks!” I let out a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait till it’s born! I’m finally going to be a mother.” Her attitude shifted to her usual delightful mood, removing the two-hundred pound guilt-weight from my shoulders.

I was about to start the conversation’s gradual change over to the topic of obtaining a few bits in exchange for bucking some trees, but Applejack preempted my question with her own statement. “I just wish that Brian was here to help me raise it. After all, he is the father.”

She seemed a bit downtrodden after mentioning my name, but it occurred to me that if I told the truth then, it may have become a little difficult to explain why I lied in the first place. And, ‘it’s because I was afraid you’d be mad for cumming inside’, is not a good reason to lie.

I spoke up. “I’m sure that everything will work out. In my experience with Brian, he’s always been a pretty reliable guy. Even though he can be a bit of a one-track-mind, he’ll still show up when it counts. In fact, he may not be too far away right now. You might see him in the next few days or so.”

Applejack’s face lit up. “Really? You think so?”

“Of course. I’m sure everything will work out just fine between you, him, and... his foal.” Even though I knew I was going to be a father before, the whole thought of having another made me excited in a weird way. Fear, happiness... love, I guess. Part of me felt like I should run to the store, buy a pack of cigars, and run around town shouting at the top of my lungs that I was gonna be a dad. Another part of me... well, another part of me wanted to walk into the Everfree Forest and let some sort of mix between a bear and a velociraptor rip me a new one.

Oh wait, that already happened...

Applejack beamed up at me before turning back around and heading into the kitchen with me in tow. While I sat down at the kitchen table, she rounded up two glasses and poured tea into them from a big glass pitcher on the counter. As I sat down, I was once again greeted by the fantastic feeling of clitoral stimulation. It seemed to be growing on me, as I realized that I was very slowly grinding my bottom against the stained wood. I could already feel a little moisture collect in a puddle underneath me, but to be honest, I had no intention of stopping, regardless of what it might do to the furniture.

“So, what brings you ‘round these parts, Briana? You here to buy sample any of our Sweet Apple Acre’s apples?” Applejack returned with the drinks, of which I downed mine relatively quickly. Like I said before, it was abnormally hot this time of year, and the fire in my body was really starting to get worse. The only break from the hot temperature seemed to come from grinding myself on the seat as slowly as I possibly could, so as to not alert Applejack to my activity. Though, that was getting kind of difficult when all I felt like doing was letting out a series of appreciative moans.

I answered her before she could become suspicious. “Actually, my brother told me that last time he was here, he worked on your farm.”

“Oh yeah, I think he helped me buck a few trees in exchange for some bits. Why, did you want to work or something?”

I nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yeah!” I shouted as I felt my innards pulsate from pleasure, clenching together in a tight vice. Applejack looked at me with a funny face.

“Er, I mean uhh... yeah. I was hoping I could work for you if it’s not too much trouble.” I stopped my gyrating which sucks considering I was still nowhere near a climax. I looked at her and hoped she didn’t ask me anything that required another lie.

I was pleasantly surprised when she smiled happily at me. “Of course you can, Briana! Ever since I became too big to help out, we’ve needed all the help we can get buckin’ apples. Big Mac is strong, but there’s no way he can finish the whole orchard by himself. If you would help out, that’d be great!”

Thank you, karma! “Sure thing! I need the bits anyway.” I smiled back at her. “So when can I start,” I asked.

“How about right now?” I nodded. “Good, well since I shouldn’t really be moving around too much, how about you follow that the main trail that lead through the orchard. You should see Big Mac somewhere off to the side, bucking some of the apple trees. Just tell him that I sent you there to buck with him, and he’ll show you how.”

Something in the way she worded that phrase made me a bit uneasy, but regardless I accepted the offer. “Great, and thank you very much! You have no idea how much you’re helping me here!”

“Oh, ‘taint no problem here, Briana. It’s the least I could do considering we’re going to practically be family in a few months. And believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”

My eyebrows furrowed yet again at her choice of words, but I quickly shrugged it off. I at least had a way of making money now, and it wouldn’t be long before I had enough to take Pinkie out on our date. My day brightened up just thinking about it.

“Well, okay then. I’ll see you in a couple hours, I guess.”

“Sure thing, Sugarcube. Don’t work yourself too hard.” I smiled at the pregnant mare before dragging my rump across the chair so as to wipe off any excess puddles I had left, and trotted towards the door. You know, having a third hole may feel pretty great sometimes, but honestly it feels like way too much upkeep involved. I mean, I’ve been hornier in the past few hours than I have my entire life, and this constant butt sprinkler of mine is just getting downright annoying. Do mares always have this much fluid pumping out of them?

I opened the door to the house and began to trot toward the small, dirt path that winded into the sea of apple trees. The air was surprisingly cool as it licked my burning skin. It seemed to relieve me a little of my hot temperature, but it still felt like I was having a fever dream for some reason. A few minutes of walking passed by, and I began to hear the guttural grunts of a familiar stallion, followed by the sound of apples thumping onto the grassy ground.

I took a left and made my way through the trees, eventually coming upon a clearing where I found Big Macintosh collecting a few apples off of the ground and chucking them into a bucket to his right. I was about to make my presence known, but before I could, Big Mac ceased his chore. He looked into the air, and I watched as his nostrils flared, sniffing for something he obviously thought was odd. Before I knew it, his big, pony eyes were locked on me, and I stood there as frozen as a deer in headlights.

I spoke up before the silence could drag on. “Hi, Big Mac. Umm, AJ sent me here to buck with you... I mean, buck apple trees with you, hehe.” Wow, talk about a Freudian slip.

Big Mac shook himself a little bit. “Eeyup.” He began to start picking up apples again, but he was standing up straighter than before. He didn’t say anything else, so I assumed that meant that I should just start in any way that I could. Plaintively, I trotted over next to him and began picking up apples with my teeth. I threw the apples into the bucket on the other side of Big Mac until the most of the area around me was picked dry. I noticed more apples on the other side of the tree, so without thinking twice, I stepped in front of Big Macintosh and went on with my work.

Though, as I found myself hunched over a large pile of delicious looking apples, my spine stiffened and my eyes went wide as I experienced one of the strangest sensations I had ever felt. It was cold. It was wet. It was Big Macintosh jamming his nose into my rear and taking in a deep sniff. I froze in the position I was in, not really sure how to react. One moment, I’m picking up apples from the ground, the next some dude is sticking his face up my crotch. He let out a deep breath he was holding in which pleasantly flowed over my slick, female sex. Needless to say, I shuddered.

My mind was going through a whole clusterfuck of emotions right now. It was obvious that Big Mac was... interested in me right now, but a little voice inside my head screamed at me to stop him before I did something I’d regret. Dude! You’re a dude! And he’s a dude! What the hell, dude!

But then there was the rest of me. I don’t know what it was about the situation, but my body just refused to move. When I was a dude, there would be no way someone would stick their head in my crotch unless they were giving me a blowjob. And since I had didn’t have something that could be blown, and it was a dude doing it, you might be able to understand my hesitance to let it continue.

“You smell really nice...” a voice called from behind me.

Gee, thanks. That’s exactly what I want to hear in this situation. At least now I know why you’ve got your muzzle practically digging into my vagina. I was about to turn around and tell him that I appreciate the gesture, but it just wouldn’t work between us when all of the sudden, I felt something incredibly long, wet, slippery, and warm move past my secondary lips, and part me in ways that a man has never been parted.

My eyes went wide, and my spine tingled. Whatever snaked its way inside of me, was start to writhe against the walls, pulling in and out as Big Mac’s nose rubbed my clitoris. Talk about sensory overload. The feeling of what I was absolutely sure was Big Mac’s tongue was completely alien to anything I had ever experienced in my entire life. It made me shiver and want nothing more than to pull it out and run away. But at the same time, I refused to let it leave my new opening.

It felt so wrong... but soooo right.

He lapped and tasted my plot as I moaned loudly into the dirt. He must have had a lot of experience because whatever he was doing felt about two hundred times better than when Pinkie and I rubbed each other’s pussies together. I could hear him start to gulp something down which I can only assume was the absolute flood of cum oozing from my new opening. Whatever scent he had picked up on was probably going to be staying with him for a while.

I screamed out in pleasure, something that over the last few minutes, I didn’t seem to care about anymore. Suddenly, I feel his tongue cease its spelunking adventure behind. I almost screamed for him to put it back in. I was so close to climax that time, that it would be a crime not to finish.

Suddenly, I felt the weight of a full grown stallion on top of my back, his hooves resting on either side of my flank. “Ya know, if you were in heat, all you had to do was ask, and I would have gladly mounted ya. It wouldn’t be proper for me to leave a lady so hot and bothered.”

My eyes widened as I felt the presence of something terrifyingly long brush up against my lower chest and slap back and forth between my legs. It almost felt as if I had my old package back, but just a whole lot bigger.

My fantasy went away, though, as the equine penis disappeared from beneath me. Though, its whereabouts weren’t a mystery for long as I felt it press lightly against my lips, rubbing itself up and down much to my pleasure. My heart beat drastically, sweat beaded off of my coat, and my legs trembled with anticipation.

My body was screaming yes, but my mind was yelling at me to pull away. Was I really about to just give up on my male pride so easily for some quick pleasure? Was I really about to let myself be speared by a male pony with the name Big Macintosh?

I went back and forth through my head for a few seconds, but I found that the decision had already been made for me. “Ahhhhhhh,” I sighed as Big Macintosh inched forward, easily passing through my folds without any sort of resistance. Centimeter by centimeter, he filled every single nook and cranny I had, expanding my walls much farther than I ever thought they would stretch.

Oh my god, I’m getting fucked by a dude... That’s all I was thinking about. The rest of my mind was still grasping every detail of the penis massaging my insides. Every second, I held my breath, waiting for it to stop. But every time I expected it to, the member simply went deeper. I wasn’t complaining at all about it considering it only increased the pleasure, but hey, it felt like he was already two feet inside of me!

Suddenly, he quit moving which I thought to be strange. I thought that maybe I would feel his balls slap my clit when he hilted in me, but maybe this was just as far as I could go. I had to hand it to Big Mac. Even as a guy, I was never long enough to bottom out in a mare.

“Err... you might want to bite down on something...” His statement caught me by surprise, but I somehow managed to turn around to see what he was talking about. What I saw, I almost couldn’t believe.

Big Mac was barely inside of me. Really, it was just the tip that was in, and I was a long time away before I would even hit his medial ring. “Wh-what?” I shuttered.

He didn’t seem to pay too much mind, but he pulled out a little bit and gripped my flanks harder than he did before. My mind was lost in a blinding bout of pain as he humped into me, breaking through what I could only assume was my hymen.

I had lost it. My virginity was gone along with any respect I had for myself as a stallion. Searing pain lanced up my walls as I let out a feminine wail. Whatever pleasure I was feeling was replaced by livid pain. It was almost too much to bear.

“OW! Ah, hell!” I shouted. It burned and ached more than anything I had ever felt in my life. It was as if I was stabbed and the one who stabbed me began to twist the object around the wound. But Big Mac persisted. He thrust in again, eliciting another cry from me.

Geez, buddy! Can’t you take a hint! Stop stuffing me already; it hurts too much! I screamed again, and he rewarded me with another painful inch. That’s it, I’ve had enough!

Using what little strength I still had, I pulled forward and bucked my hips up. It caught Big Mac by surprise because I felt him instantly pull out and dismount me.

“Are you okay?” he asks me with a stupid expression of ignorance.

I could feel liquid oozing from my rear, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my cum. “No, you idiot! Did you not hear me screaming? It was pretty obvious I wanted you to stop!” I was blind with anger, and the throbbing in my belly was egging me on to hate him even more. “I mean, shit!” I turned around and began to gallop back to the main road. I heard a voice call from behind me.

“Wait, Miss! We weren’t even done yet!”

I gasped at his thoughtlessness. “Yeah, pretty sure we’re done, plothole!”

I ran back onto the path and made my way back to the Apple family farmhouse. I saw Applejack sitting lazily in a rocking chair, rubbing her belly and smirking at me.

I galloped up to her. “Applejack! Your brother just tried to rut me!”

“Good for you two,” she replied, much to my surprise. “It’s good to see the stallion actually getting out there, ya know. So, I take it he helped you with that heat problem of yours?”

“Helped? He fucking tore through me with that monster dick of his! How would you call that helping?” I looked at her in disbelief.

“You know,” she said smiling. “Maybe that sort of stuff wouldn’t happen to you if you didn’t lie, right, Brian?”

My mouth hit the ground as I gaped at her. “Wh-what? You knew?!”

She nodded. “Of course I knew, Sugarcube. I’m the element of honesty!... and also it isn’t that hard to tell that you were new to being a mare. By the way you were rubbin’ yourself up against my grandmother’s antique chair, I knew you had to be going through your first heat.”

I felt myself blush deeply. “I can’t believe you! You sent the father of your own foal to get rutted by your brother!? Who does that?”

“Well, round these parts, you don’t lie to the mother of your unborn foal either.” I looked down, a shadow cast over my body. She had a point, and anything that happened to me was a result of something I did.

“I-I think I should go now... I’ll be back later, I guess.” I felt like crawling under a rock and dying from embarrassment. Maybe I could finally visit Pinkie’s rock farm after all...

Applejack slowly stood up. “That’s alright, Sugarcube. Take all the time you need. But don’t you go runnin’ off again. You at least owe it to the foal to stick around.”

I nodded sadly and turned around back to the dirt road that left to Ponyville.

“Oh, and Sugarcube...” I turned back around to face her. “You might want to take a dip in the Ponyville pond before you go into town. You smell like a mixture of marecum and sweat, and you’ve got a lot of blood on your legs.”

I didn’t really know what to say to her, so I trotted away, in search of a source of water. The visit pretty much went exactly how I hoped it wouldn’t. I was fathering another foal, Applejack caught me lying, and I had been almost completely penetrated by a stallion. And the worst part was, was that I was still nowhere near having an orgasm, and I was still horny as ever!

Author's Note

Hey everypony, thanks so much for reading this story! This chapter is dedicated to all those who faved and upvoted this story, and those who followed me! I tried to thank you all individually, but I'm afraid I just didn't have enough time. Maybe this chapter will make it up to you. Anyway, thanks for reading, and you can expect another update very shortly. :)