(Not So) Banned From Equestria

by Rustle my Jimmies

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Comedy, Big Macintosh, Princess Celestia, Sex, Human, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other
Length: 64626

Three days wasn't long enough. Now I'm back for more. (Unofficial sequel to the Banned From Equestria (Daily) Game)

A few months ago, I woke up in a strange world that I had only ever thought existed on the television. After the most exciting three days of my life, I was sent back home, only to be left with an the insatiable desire to return to the land I had been banned from. I spent countless, sleepless nights, wishing to be back where I belonged. And now, I think that my dream is finally coming true.

Brace yourselves, Ponyville, because I'm coming back!

I do not own Banned From Equestria (Daily)

Edited by: Selbi, Scrub, The Abyss, and ReFro.

Warning: R63

Published 2013-08-01 23:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-20 21:17:33 UTC

Prologue

Prologue

Have you ever had everything you could ever ask for, only for it to be taken away as soon as you started to enjoy yourself? Well, I have, and let me tell you one thing: it sucks.

It sucks balls.

I’m not saying that my trip to Equestria was bad or anything; I’m just saying that it really blows that I could only spend three measly days before I was dropped back onto the plain, dumb, stupid Earth. I mean, do you have any idea how frustrating that is? To have everything you could ever want, all in your hooves, and then have it stolen by some weird mare with a power fetish?

Well, I do. And once again, it blows.

The only consolation I ever received from the whole endeavor were the memories. Just some stupid, tired-out, old memories that seem to fade away faster as my life goes on. Eventually, I know that I’ll forget I was ever even there and write off the broken strands of memories as my imagination playing tricks on me.

But that’s just it. Those three days were, without a doubt, the real deal. How could I forget the best time in my life?

Simple answer: I couldn’t.

My eyes refused to open in the pitch black darkness that encompassed my room. It may seem silly, but every time I woke up, a part of me wished more than anything that I could feel the familiar tingle of a magic spell around my body, and the light blue aura that came with it. After too many times of opening up my eyes, only to be disappointed with seeing absolutely nothing in the darkness, I just stopped waking up all together.

In my head, I thought that maybe if I was quiet enough, the same timid magic would slowly creep into my room and grab me up like before, whisking me away to the faraway land of ponies who want nothing more than to spend a few hours with me and mini-me.

Even as I laid in bed, staring into the darkness of my eyelids, I tried to grasp onto the remaining shreds of my adventure in Equestria. Applejack, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy... and even Pinkie Pie. Oh, how I wished I could be back in Equestria, cuddling with Pinkie after our long night of love. I remember the surprise I felt after being tackled to the ground by a pink blur, only to be face-to-face with the vixen.

I’m not sure what she was saying because all I could do was stare into her beautiful, blue eyes. It’s funny how you never appreciate the beauty of something until it locks eyes with you and gives you a kiss.

And then I looked down. I was inside of her already, my member pulsing against her walls as she rattles off something about the gift I had given her. I mean, it was just a ball, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Her insides were absolutely amazing. They gave off the warmest, slickest feeling I had ever felt. Schlop, schlop, schlop... She began moving up and down, her folds passing around and over my new medial ring as her fluids slowly oozed down my equine shaft and onto my groin. It was so warm I could hardly think straight.

The inside of her mound seemed to squeeze around me as she pushed herself up and down. I knew it was giving her pleasure because once in awhile, she would cease her chattering to moan loudly into my mouth. Schlopschlopschlop... Her rhythm became faster and her talking became more of a scream as she couldn’t decide whether to voice her opinion or her pleasure.

I could feel myself beginning to reach my peak as well. An intensely pleasurable pressure rocked through my loins as I felt them prepare to do what nature designed them to do. I let out a moan myself, but Pinkie quickly threw her tongue into my mouth to silence the both of us.

I felt her insides clench my member as I hilted inside of her. My tip flared, and thick ropes of my stallion cum flooded into her womb, overflowing a bit and oozing past her folds and in between the two of us.

Pinkie collapsed on top of me, smearing our love juices in between us. Her body grinded against me, my penis still erect and rotating around inside of her to finish off the orgasm she was riding. She seemed really tired because for the first time in probably her whole life, she was speechless. Just a little whimper here, and a few hard breaths there. My stallionhood finally ceased its shots, and I opened my eyes to reveal a pink frizz of hair rubbing against my muzzle.

Her head rested on my chest as it rose from my deep breathing. She moved a bit and looked up, staring at me with those big, beautiful, blue eyes of hers. We were both sweating like... well, animals, but she didn’t care. She only smiled back at me, having had the time of her life.

It was at that moment that I felt something I never had before. Even though she was warming my member with her filly hood, I felt a different warmth altogether. I felt like everything I had ever done until then didn’t matter. It didn’t matter where I was from, it didn’t matter who I was, and it didn’t matter where I was going. It felt like I was happy.

I was in love.

We fell asleep in each other’s grasps, our privates still entwined in a beautiful love hug. Occasionally, I would wake up at the feeling of something stirring, only to realize it was Pinkie gyrating her hips up and down, moaning at the top of her lungs. The process would repeat itself until we both came and fell asleep on the floor.

When we woke up in the morning, there was a gigantic pool of love juices underneath and on top of me, but Pinkie didn’t seem to mind. We cleaned it up and went about our day; she went to her job, and I went to go tell Trixie that I wanted to stay. I had made up my mind the night before, and I was going to stay with Pinkie.

Too bad that’s not what Trixie had in mind. After I told her what I was doing, she just said that my three days were up and sent me home.

And there I stayed, lying down in my bed every night without looking into the beautiful eyes of my marefriend. Oh, how I wished I could just stop by one last time to tell her I loved her, and that I was sorry that I left without saying goodbye.

I hate to think it, but she probably cried for days when I left without saying anything. I know I felt like I wanted to.

Still sleeping in my bed, my eyes refused to open. A single tear ran down my cheek as my face burned with longing. It was a terrible feeling in my gut. Almost like I had been punched and that there was nothing that I could do about it. I felt disgusted with Trixie... and even with myself. I felt... warm.

My eyes opened as my head shot off of my pillow. The room was dark, but a faint purple aura was creeping onto my bed. The smokey substance danced back and forth as it carefully touched my ankles. The hairs on my legs stood at attention, seemingly scared of the strange purple mist surrounding me.

I wasn’t afraid, though. I smiled.

For months I waited, praying that one day I could possibly have the chance to go back to where I belonged. After becoming a pony, I hated being human. Every time I looked into a mirror, I would cringe at the being in front of me. It’s not that I was ugly or anything, it’s just that I knew it wasn’t me. The real me was covered head to toe in red hair, and my mane was a deeper brown than it ever was as a human. Instead of hands, I had hooves. Instead of a flat face, I had a muzzle. And instead of this tiny human... thing, I had a foot long behemoth that slept in a sheath when I wasn’t using it.

Though, it wasn’t very often when I wasn’t using it.

The purple haze was now covering my whole body, licking me with its soft brushes against my warm skin. It twinkled and shimmered as I patiently waited for it to do its job. The whole room became brighter and my body seemed to lose all the feeling it had. The glow above me became too bright for my eyes to handle, so I shut them tight.

It wasn’t long before I felt the magic steal me away. The first time it happened, I nearly had a heart attack from the shock. And a heart attack would have been pretty difficult considering I exercise on a regular basis.

The feeling ceased and my body smashed against a hard surface. My eyes teared up from the pain, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. I was too happy.

“Umm, hello?” a voice called out in the darkness. “Are you okay?” The voice was feminine in nature, but oddly familiar. I’d heard her voice many times before. On television... and in bed.

My eyes shot open to reveal a pair of violet eyes staring into me. They darted back and forth, observing my face, which must have looked awfully strange with the huge grin mounted on my muzzle.

“Hey, Twilight!” I shouted a little bit louder than I should have. She seemed a bit surprised at my sudden outburst.

She shook her head. “Oh no, I think I messed up, Spike. This isn’t him.” She looked to her side to find a young purple dragon resting on a stack of lengthy tomes.

He scoffed. “Well, I could have told you that.” The tiny dragon went back to sleeping as his forked-tongue slipped in and out of his mouth. I wondered why he was still there, considering I had given him a train ticket to get out of town, but at that point I couldn’t care less. I was back home.

I slowly got back to my hooves, which for some reason was a little easier than I remember it being. Maybe I was just used to hooves now, or perhaps I had lost a few pounds and didn’t even know it.

“Thanks, Twilight,” I said while stretching my hooves out a bit. “I really appreciate you bringing me back here. You don’t know how much I missed this place.” I beamed a smile at her, but it was returned with a tilt of the head and a raised eyebrow.

“Have we met before? Who are you?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah, of course. Don’t you remember our little... night we had together?” I gave a suggestive smile and a little wink at her before she blushed profusely.

She responded, but not the way I expected. “That’s a lie! I’d never sleep with another mare! Not now, not ever.” Her anger puzzled me, but her statement puzzled me even more.

“Mare? What are you talking about?” I looked down at my red fur and hooves. “I’m a stallion. How else would I have been able to stick my thingy in your mare bits?” I answered with a chuckle, but Twilight’s expression froze up.

“You-you’re the one Trixie brought here a few months back?” Her eyes widened when I gave a happy nod. “Oh dear...”

Before she even said the words I knew something was wrong. As a stallion, I was pretty big, and nopony had ever confused my gender. From the moment I woke up, I realized something was wrong. Maybe it was just the adrenaline that was hiding it, but something was definitely up. I felt lighter, my voice was higher (which I just chalked up to being excited), and I felt chills when a pleasant breeze would roll across my tail.

My head titled back, surveying my undercarriage with my long equine neck. I almost had another heart attack.

My sheath, which contained my most valuable possession, was gone. Completely erased from my underside, as if it had never existed. All that remained were two teats and some flat fur.

“Ohmygod! Whatthehellhappenedtomydick?!?!” I danced around in a circle, chasing after my tail in a movement that probably resembled a hyperactive dog. I couldn’t get a good look at it, but every time my tail brushed against it, I felt what I knew was a brand new slit with matching clitoris.

I stopped dead in my tracks. “You!” I pointed at Twilight with a hoof. “You did this to me! Why!? Why?! For the love of God, why!?” I took a step closer to the mare who was now sitting on her haunches, staring up at me with puppy dog eyes.

It was then that I finally noticed something different about Twilight. Her hair was the same. Her eyes were the same. But her stomach? Bigger than I remembered.

Oh... my... god... My eyes blinked in rapid succession. It was insane. It was crazy. It was... undeniable. That bulge in her tummy was the response to some very deep loving. Of which, I was pretty sure I was the only donor. It’s not like Twilight isn’t pretty, but the fact that I’ve only ever seen her with my own eyes while she was sitting in a library, leads me to believe that she didn’t have the most social life when it came to stallions.

My breathing became erratic and my legs shook a little. Before I knew it, I was hyperventilating at the thought of having to raise a foal. I didn’t know anything about being a father! And not only that, because thanks to the new set of equipment resting under my tail, I’m pretty sure the kid wouldn’t call me 'Dada'.

I wasn’t angry, but I wasn’t happy either. In retrospect, having unprotected sex with as many mares as I could may have not been the best idea. Also, cumming inside all of them probably wasn’t the brightest move either.

“I-I, um... I missed you...” She sunk her head in defeat, staring at her stomach. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do this to you.”

My emotions mollified, and I sunk down on my own haunches. At first it felt weird because that familiar pleasure ascended up my spine as my rear hit the wooden floor. Vaginas must be really sensitive because I barely touched mine and it involuntarily winked. God, it felt weird.

“Twi’, I’m sorry I snapped at you... It’s just that I was surprised is all. I didn’t expect to wake up without my ding-a-ling, ya know?” And the fact that you’re preggers with my child... She and I both giggled for a moment, and she raised her head back up to me. “And if it makes you feel better, I missed you too.” I gave her a soft peck on the muzzle and instantly, her face lit up bright red.

“Oh yeah, sorry. Forgot I was a mare...” I chuckled again in my higher pitched, female voice. We both looked at each other for a moment. I’m not really sure she knew what to say, and I didn’t either. We just kind of dumbly gazed into each other’s eyes.

I decided to break the silence. “So, um... do you mind changing me back into a stallion? I- I kinda want to be a male again, if you don’t mind.”

She looked away. “Ummm.”

“Um? What does ‘umm’ mean? I hope it doesn’t mean what I think it does.” She didn’t look at me. I scooted closer, rubbing my folds against the floor, which elicited a tiny whimper from my mouth. I’ve got to be a little more careful with this thing from now on.

Suddenly, Twilight snapped her head back to me. “No! No, it’s not permanent!” I breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s just that I don’t know how to fix it right now...”

My heart sank. Thanks for the good news, Twi’! Today’s just going exactly the way I thought it would. I took in a deep breath. “But you can fix it? Eventually?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, probably in a few days. It just takes some time to go through the books and everything. Nothing is really un-fixable in Equestria, as long as there’s a unicorn around.” I beamed back at her.

“That’s, uhh, great.” I nodded. “Yeah, I can dig it. A few days as a mare is no problem. Maybe that’ll give me some time to get settled in before I get a little... off task.” I blushed a bit at my crude statement, but Twilight didn’t so much as bat an eyelash. She got up from her seated position and trotted over to the bookshelves. She was a bit slower than I remember, but I’m pretty sure that it was from my foal growing inside of her. Oh yeah.

“Hey, Twilight. Um, there’s something I think I should ask, just in case... Um...”

Without even glancing back, she answered. “Yes.”

I blinked. “Yes? You mean that it’s-”

“Mmhmm.” She smiled at me.

I fell onto my back, stars twirling around my eyes. “Oh my god... I-I don’t know what to say. I’m-I’m...” I looked back up. “I’m gonna be a dad!” The happiness in my voice was met with a chuckle from the purple mare sorting through books.

“Well, I think mommy is more appropriate for the time being.” She let out a bigger laugh and looked at me.

My expression deadpanned. “Oh, hardy-har-har, very funny. Yeah, it’s hilarious that I’m a mare now,” I said sarcastically.

A wicked smile graced my muzzle as I thought of a retort. “But you know, this technically means that you’ve slept with a mare before.” Her face paled. “Just sayin’, hehe.”

Her face went red, and she quickly turned around to her sorting of the books. Eventually, she started levitating the books from under Spike and he fell off, rolling across the ground until he stopped in front of me. It seemed to wake him up from his stupor.

His eyes opened up, seeing my smiling face at first glance. “Woah,” he said. “You’ve got really pretty eyes...”

My mouth swung open and my cheeks turned a brighter red than they were before. “Umm.”

All of the sudden, Spike’s eyebrow raised up as his head went up to me. He gave a gentle sniff in the air before an evil smile creased his scaly lips. “So, miss, I don’t believe we’ve ever met before. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Spike, only dragon of Ponyville, and gentlecolt extraordinaire." He attempted to get up and give a bow, but half-way down, his feet slipped and he landed face down on the floor.

I put a hoof up to my mouth to silence my giggles, but I stopped once I saw what he was doing. He was taking in some pretty hefty wafts of some sort of smell he was getting from the floor, which all of the sudden, seemed very wet to me...

My eyes widened in horror. It became clear that the puddle I found myself sitting in wasn’t the result of a dropped glass of water. It was my own mare juices, literally gushing out of my pussy. And this little dragon was just absolutely smothering himself in the intoxicating scent.

Spike raised his head, eyes half closed, and nose dripping with my juices. I shivered at just how creepy this all was.

“Miss, I’d like to take you to dinner. Just the two of us, out in an open field with a picnic basket. We can watch the stars twinkle above us, and if you’d like to... we could see how far that takes us...” He brushed up against me, and I felt something that in no way, shape, or form a man should ever feel. He pricked me in the thigh, which was waaay too close for comfort.

I froze up. Oh my god, a baby dragon is trying to screw me. I quickly hopped up to my hooves and galloped to the door. Twilight didn’t say anything, but that was because she was too busy laughing her flank off near the bookshelves. Spike stood there, still gazing at me... well, not at me, but at a certain body part which I quickly covered up.

“I- I, uh... I gotta go.” I opened the door and galloped through, leaving behind an awestruck dragon and a cackling mare. I was about fifty yards out when I heard the sound of the library door opening.

“Mark my words, Miss. I’ll take you out one of these days!”

I blushed profusely as I galloped away, running through the familiar town I had come to love so many months ago. I slowed down as I passed through, coming to a trot as I gained some distance between me and the Ponyville library. I let out a relieved breath and looked around my surroundings. Everything seemed to be exactly where I left it. Happy ponies in the street, chatting, buying, and selling. The homes looked relatively simple, but cozy. And Sugarcube Corner looked...

I stood frozen, staring at Sugarcube Corner. A mixture of feelings attacked me from everywhere. I felt frightened and happy, and even a little sad just by looking at the frosting covered shutters. How would Pinkie react to seeing me? How would I explain Twilight’s pregnancy? How... how do I say I’m sorry?

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! If you have any ideas for the main character, drop a comment!

Chapter One

Chapter One

Sugarcube Corner, or as I like to call it, ‘ground zero for diabetes’, smelled particularly sweet that day. Cupcakes were baking, customers were mingling, and the cry of two baby foals dotted the background. As I got closer to the kitchen, I began to feel as if the room got ten degrees hotter. I mean, it’s not like it wasn’t a surprisingly hot fall day already, but for some reason, it was just really freaking hot. I shrugged it off and continued my mission.

At the front counter stood a tall, yellow stallion with an orange, yellow hat and tie. He smiled at me as I halted in front of him. “Hi!” he said. “Welcome to Sugarcube Corner, may I take your-” He stopped. His nose twitched and his eyes went wide as he looked at me. He was definitely... off for a moment, but he quickly returned to his friendly expression. I just shrugged it off.

“May I-I take your order?” He asked, audibly gulping. I furrowed my brow as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his head. He kept on with that incredibly creepy smile, though.

“Yeah, umm, can I talk to Pinkie Pie? Is she around?”

He smiled brightly. “Of course! She’s right through there, in the kitchen.” He pointed a hoof at the door behind him. “Go right ahead in, and if you need anything, and I mean anything, don’t hesitate to ask me.” I smiled and nodded before embarking towards the kitchen, but a yellow hoof halted my progress.

“Anything...” he repeated, getting a little bit too close for comfort. He smelled like a strange mix of cake batter mixed with sweat. It took all of my concentration just not to gag. Also, it seemed as though I wasn’t the only one thinking about their sense of smell. Mr. Cake’s nostrils were flaring and his face was turning a light shade of red.

And that’s when I decided to get out of there before things got any weirder than they already had been. As I carefully made my way around him and into the kitchen, I heard another voice on the other side of the door I had just left through. It was feminine, and strangely familiar.

“What in the hay was that?” the voice shouted. “Were you... were you smelling her?”

“What? No, honey! Absolutely not! I was just making sure she knew where she was going,” he said, his voice becoming more frantic as he spoke.

The mare was obviously not buying it. “Showing her the way, my flank! There’s only three rooms on this whole floor! How could anypony get lost? Admit it! You were flirting!” she accused.

“I-I...” The voices stopped, but I could hear one last sound which didn’t surprise me one bit. I could be wrong, but it sounded like the sound of a stallion not getting any for at least a week. I chuckled a bit at my fellow stallion’s misfortune, but continued into the back where I could hear the sound of a whisk frantically beating the side of a metal bowl.

Finally, as I had expected, a pink mare with a frizzy pink mess of a mane came into view. She was busy whipping up a fresh batch of cupcakes, judging by the pans she was using. I breathed a sigh of relief to see her pretty much exactly the same as the last time I was here. Belly, and all.

I took a few steps closer, and she finally noticed my presence in the kitchen. Pinkie turned her head and beamed the brightest smile I had ever seen.

“Hi! What are you doing back here? Oh wait, where are my manners? I meant, what are you doing here, Miss...?”

I felt a little sad that she didn't recognize me, but then again, I probably looked completely different than I did before. I shook off the thought and opened my mouth to answer her.

“Pinkie... it’s me.” Her bright smile turned into a look of confusion as she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. Her eyes rolled up and down as Pinkie tried to connect the dots in front of her.

She squinted her eyes. “Wait... I know you!” Her face brightened up again.

“Yeah?” I asked, a little bit curious as to how she recognized me. Well, actually, I was still the same colors, just a whole lot smaller.

“Of course! How could I forget Rainbow Dash’s marefriend? You came in with her the other day to have dinner!”

Oh, Pinkie... I shook my head. You were so close too. “No, Pinkie. I’m not... Rainbow Dash’s marefriend.” It felt very strange saying that out loud. “It’s me... Brian.”

Pinkie took a step closer to me, opening one of her eyes as wide as she could while surveying my body. She snorted in derision. “You... no, it can’t be. Quit lying.” She shook her head in disbelief and went back to beating the batter in her bowl.

I moved in close to her. “No, Pinkie. It’s me. I’m back.” She looked up from what she was doing, “Pinkie, come on, you know it’s me... can’t you remember?”

Pinkie slowly put the bowl on the counter and turned back to face me, a concentrated look taking the place of a face that usually never stopped smiling. I sat still as she inspected my smaller mare body, walking slowly around me until she came to a stop behind me. For what seemed like the twentieth time that day, I swear I heard the sound of someone breathing in through their nose pretty heavily. More like a sniff, actually..

How bad could I possibly smell? I took a shower before I went to bed last night. My thought was interrupted, however, when Pinkie tackled me from behind, sending us both sprawling across the floor. We rolled a bit until finally, I was laying on top and she on bottom. She was giggling as we looked into each other’s eyes. And despite the fact that I was caught a bit off guard, I was giggling too.

“Brian! This is so super special awesome! I can’t believe you’re finally back! I-I... I thought you left me...” As she prattled on, her voice slowed as she remembered the instance of my sudden absence. I knew it must have been difficult for her to handle considering how she reacted in the show to her friends ignoring her for a single day.

I kissed her gently on the lips. “Pinkie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you; I didn’t have a choice in whether to stay or go...” She looked up at me with her longing blue eyes, obviously desperate to believe me, but her brain was obviously preventing her from being so quick to forgive.

“Are... are you telling the truth? Did you really not have a choice?” I could feel her heart beating faster as she waited for my reply.

I smiled. “Of course I’m telling the truth, Pinkie. I would never lie to you. The morning after our night together, I went back to Trixie to tell her that I’d be staying in Ponyville. She sent me home before I could stop it from happening.”

Pinkie’s face relaxed and smiled as I could see a deep feeling of relief pass through her. “Okay then, I forgive you.” Another wave of relief passed through, but this time, it was with me.

Wow, that was... much easier than I thought it would be.

“But! If you ever leave without at least giving me akiss goodbye, I’ll never make you cupcakes again, buster!”

I chuckled at her childish way of thinking. Out of all the things that I loved about her, it was her personality that took the cake. It’s not like I’m into children, because that’s just weird. I’m talking about her strange sense of innocence that seemed to follow her around wherever she went.

It wasn’t long before we were locked in a deep kiss. I’m not sure who was the one who initiated it, but at that point, I couldn’t care less. Let me tell you that I am not the type of pony that’s going to question his good fortune. Hell, I was lucky enough to have her forgive me, let alone kiss me.

I let myself fall into her passionate embrace, our tongues dancing around, sliding against each other’s slick, juicy surfaces. Occasionally, her equine tongue would delve incredibly deep into my mouth, almost hitting the back of my throat. I remember that happening the last time I was in Ponyville, but to be honest, I always hated the feeling. It felt wrong before... but now, oh my god, it felt so right.

I returned the favor and threw my tongue as far back into her muzzle as I could. It seemed to be giving her pleasure as well. Her low hums vibrated my mouth giving me pleasure as I hit her with my own erotic groaning.

I figured that I had felt horny all day starting with waking up at the library, but laying on top of my marefriend made me realize just how horny I was. It was unbearable, and it felt like somepony was lighting my groin on fire. It burned and itched, and based purely off of instinct, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I reared up, smirking at Pinkie and preparing to thrust. With all the forward momentum I could create, I humped into her, expecting the warm feeling of mushy walls hugging my member. What I didn’t expect was the feeling of my two puffy lips ramming into Pinkie’s sopping mound.

If I could have moved without getting out of this position, I would have given myself a facehoof. Oh yeah, I don’t have a dick anymore... It felt strange to be thinking that, but to be honest the whole situation was incredibly bizarre. I mean, I had lived my entire life as a male, and here I was, shoving my invisible penis into my marefriend. For some reason, the thought of phantom limb syndrome being a factor crossed my mind.

Before I could give it any more thought, I felt something incredibly... weird? No, it wasn’t weird. Tingly? Yeah, a little bit. Pleasurable? Oh yeah, that’s the one I was looking for.

A million little nerve endings were combining in a chorus of cheers at the amazing sensation that was rubbing against them. It didn’t take long for me to realize that Pinkie had started to rub her slit against mine after my failed attempt to penetrate her. She was moaning pretty loudly, but me... oh god, I must have been practically screaming. So, this is what guys were missing out on? How fair is that?

Even without a stallion’s prize in the mix, we were both deep within the grasp of carnal pleasure, practically forcing us to gyrate our hips into each other, kissing in a whole new way. My loins were sending the strangest sensations I had ever felt. I couldn’t tell if I hated it, or if I wanted to do it all day. All I knew was that it was impossible for me to stop.

I could feel the flow of fluid from my newly acquired opening oozing out onto and probably into Pinkie. The very top of my slit was sending some pretty pleasant signals as well. I let out a low moan every time it rubbed against Pinkie’s love button; an odd, but extremely pleasurable experience as well.

And that’s when I felt it. The muscles in my tunnel contracting and gripping something that just wasn’t there. My loins itched and ached, begging for just a few more seconds of movement before they were thrown off a cliff of ecstacy. The pressure built and built, until finally I-

“Hey, what are you two doing in there!” I let out an uncharacteristically feminine ‘EEEK’, before practically jumping off of Pinkie and into the air. Pinkie got up as well, swiftly returning to the whisking of her cupcake batter. She seemed to whistle a tune in some sort of attempt to disguise what she was doing.

The door to the shop opened up and Mr. Cake walked in, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Pinkie, where are those cupcakes? The guests have been waiting for ten minutes, and they don’t look too pleased.” I stood near the center of the room, my heart still racing from nearly being caught in the lewd act. He stared at me and then his eyes slowly moved south...

He smiled at me. “Miss, if you, um, need any help with something, I’d be more than willing to help you satisfy any... urges.”

My mouth swung open. Oh my god, Pinkie’s boss is coming onto me. I shivered at the thought of him and me... ugh, never mind. I mustered up what little confidence I had and replied.

“That’s perfectly alright! I’ll be just fine, thank you very much.” I uncomfortably shifted my hooves, splashing in the large puddle of mare cum that I suddenly realized was steadily growing from my dripping slit. I have really red fur, but I bet you could still see my face blush from embarrassment.

He smirked at me. “Alright, but in case you change your mind... I’ll be upstairs.” He flipped around to face the door, but not before giving me a full view of his throbbing member and testicles. His tail raised up and they bobbed back and forth. He looked at me and gave a subtle wink before trotting back through the door.

“...Christ...” I turned back to Pinkie who somehow managed to giggle at me while putting a pan into the oven. “What’s so funny?”

Pinkie snorted. “Oh, nothing, hehe. I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually.”

“What?” I looked at her, but all she did was chuckle at me for my ignorance. I shrugged it off. “Whatever, now can we get back to our little... activity?” I asked, feeling my new organ begin to spasm and ache for any sort of attention. It was all I could do not to try rubbing it raw right there on the spot.

My hopeful smile turned into a frown after I saw her big, poofy mane shake back and forth. “No can do! I’ve got to get back to work before I get in trouble with Mrs. Cake. Sorry!”

“Aww, really? But I was so close! If we could just go a little bit longer I think I could...” I edged closer to the mare who was busy at the counter. It seemed as though my slit wasn’t the only one who was crying in agony. A steady drip of marecum fell off of her engorged clit every few seconds, looking tastier by the second.

My mouth was inches away from what I was sure was the most delicious treat a stallion could ever eat; probably tastier than the cupcakes the mare was making with her hooves. I moved in closer, my tongue out, ready to lap at her sex. I closed my eyes, leaned in, and gave a lick...

My tongue met air. Huh? I opened my eyes to see a set of glaring blue eyes. “Ack!” I shouted, falling onto my haunches.

“No, Brian. Not right now! I’ve got to finish this order!” Briskly, she trotted away and into the pantry, retrieving a few spices and a few ingredients I couldn't identify.

I stood back up. “Come on, I know you’re just as horny as I am! Why don’t we just do a little rubbin’, and then you can get back to work?” I begged her to finish the job, but she only shook her head. I thought for a moment. It was obvious that I wasn’t getting any right now... but maybe we could do something else. “What about later tonight?” I asked, the sound of hope in my voice.

Pinkie stopped her baking and looked at the ceiling with a hoof resting underneath her chin. “Hmmm... Well, I was going to throw Gummy a pre-birthday party, but...”

“How about we do something? Just me and you.”

“I dunno,” she said, flicking her tail into my muzzle. “What did you have in mind?” Pinkie was a tease, that’s for sure. I felt my loins yearn for her touch.

“Well, how about we go out to dinner? I’m sure there’s a nice restaurant I can take you to. Maybe we can go out, see where things lead us...” I smiled at her warmly.

“Well... okay! I’d love to go to dinner with you, Brian. Is after 7 okay? I don’t get off until then.”

I beamed at her. “Of course! 7 is perfect. I’ll be around by then to pick you up.”

“Great, I can’t wait,” she said happily. “Oh, and Brian...”

“Yeah, Pinkie?” I asked.

Her expression shifted to one of inquisition. “You’re not a mare permanently, right?”

I was a bit caught off guard by the question, but nevertheless, I answered with gusto. “Of course not!” How could I forget to tell her what happened. I facehoofed. “Yeah, sorry. When Twilight brought me back, something happened with the spell, and it changed me. Twilight said that it should be a few days, but she can change me back. I guess I sorta forgot I was here to explain what happened in the first place.” I gave a half-hearted chuckle.

A look of relief passed over her face. “Oh, that’s fantastic! I was starting to worry that I was never going to see that beautiful cock of yours again.” She licked her lips, and I shivered from her seduction. The fact that Pinkie never so much as swore made the experience all the more erotic. To hear her talk about my stallionhood in such a blunt manner made me randy beyond belief, and the new waterfall under my tail made that ever so clear.

“I love you, Pinkie.” I said.

My eyes grew wide and my mouth clamped shut. Oh shit, oh shit. What did I just say!? The words were already out of my mouth, and I regretted it profusely. The pink mare in front of me stared at me, her face expressionless.

Time to perform damage control. “I-I, umm... I didn’t... I-”

Thankfully, I was silenced by a pair of lips flinging themselves on top of mine, kissing my muzzle until I managed to kiss her back.

She broke away. “I love you too, Brian.”

I was speechless. My heart fluttered, and my body felt like it was going to collapse. I stared at her, starstruck while she just giggled and returned to her work. “I-I think I should get out of your hair.” I stuttered.

“Okey-dokey-lokey, sweetie! I’ll see you later tonight.” I smiled at the back of her head and departed through the kitchen. Stepping through our puddle of juices, I decided that it would probably be good if I cleaned up a little. I don’t think the Cakes wanted their kitchen smelling like vaginal fluids and sex.

A quick swab of the floor with a nearby rag, and I trotted out of the kitchen and into the shop. Thankfully, Mr. Cake was probably still upstairs because I didn’t see him anywhere. Scuttling out of the front door, I found myself once again in the presence of a happy pony marketplace. The sun shined brightly in the sky, and the a family of birds chirped in the distance.

I took in a deep breath, savoring the feeling that I was back. I was back, and I was here to stay. I was back to the place where I belonged, I had a marefriend, and we’re going on a...

I stopped and facehoofed. I had a date. Dates aren’t free... and I had no money.

I immediately thought of all the ways I could get a couple bits. To be honest, I didn’t need any money during my first visit in Ponyville because I was only going to be here for a few days. That being said, the only place that would probably still hire an unskilled earth pony with only a few days experience with hooves, would be a certain apple farm on the outskirts of town.

My mind flashed back to the applebucking I had to do just to get enough money to enjoy a pleasant evening with those twins at the spa... and that reward Applejack gave me for a hard day’s work wasn’t bad at all. Suddenly, I realized that the little fling we shared ended with a very happy ending; one in which I took the liberty of shooting my cum straight into her accepting womb.

She could be pregnant...

I tried to think of what I could do to avoid the situation altogether. Getting a job somewhere else, borrowing some bits from Twilight, and even avoiding the orange mare completely.

But I knew I couldn’t. No matter how much I wanted to just drop the whole situation and run, something kept dragging me back to the farm. It was my foal, and it deserved to have a father. I couldn’t just let some mare I slept with raise the product of me being a greedy lover. For god’s sake, I could’ve at least used a condom.

I began my trot towards Sweet Apple Acres, half regretting my action but also proud that I could face it head on. I was already going to be a father anyway; what does one more foal mean in the long run? I could... get another job or something.

Besides, maybe Applejack could show me a little bit of that southern hospitality and satisfy a certain itch that needed taking care of.

Author's Note

Hope you're enjoying the story so far, cause I sure as hell love writing it. Thanks for all of the faves and upvotes, I really appreciate all of the attention this story got, and you can expect another update pretty soon. :)

Chapter Two

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

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Chapter Three

Chapter Three

It took just about fifty forevers to find that stupid little pond Applejack insisted I rinse myself in. In retrospect, it’s strange she didn’t offer to let me wash off at the barn because of, oh I don’t know, Southern hospitality, but I guess it didn’t really matter. It took a few minutes to rinse off the dried blood that was caked on my hind legs (oh yeah, which was totally fucking disgusting), but before I knew it, I was relatively clean and on my way to the bustling town of Ponyville.

Before I go any further, let me just say that being a mare in heat is definitely rustling my jimmies. And jokes aside, it felt like I was being overwhelmed by the constant barrage of feelings and sensations, all leading back to that little treasure trove covered by my tail.

Well, actually, not so much covered considering every time I passed by another pony on the road, my tail would just raise itself all on its own. Like, it was pretty embarrassing enough to smell like I did, but to actually look like I was inviting ponies to mount me was all the more humiliating.

And it’s not like I even want to be screwed senseless, anyway! Being with Big Mac was a nightmare! Absolutely no consideration for his partner, that stallion. He took something that was relatively... no, incredibly pleasurable, and he turned it into the most painful experience of my life. For god’s sake, my pussy was bleeding!

But then again... it wasn’t all that bad.

I mean, sure, it hurt like a bitch when he just carelessly decided to take my female virginity like it was just another chore he had to do, but everything before that was just heavenly. A whole day of leaking left me so slippery, I hardly think he had to push to get in. And then there were the couple seconds of prodding which felt strange, but a good kinda strange, you know? Like that feeling you get when you experience something new and scary, but you feel like you could grow to like it? Anyway, it was phenominal up until he ripped my marehood and ruined the experience for me. The last thing I wanted to do was feel that again, and I’m pretty sure I would if I tried. Big Mac’s member was stretching me as it was, and I think I may be a little too tight considering nothing has ever entered my forbidden cave until Big Mac’s cock took a spelunking adventure.

It sucks to be tight, and I knew the only thing to fix tightness was repetition, and I wasn’t feeling up to the task. Man, some mares have it rough. Kinda makes me think of the time me and Fluttershy had...

And that’s when that familiar ‘sick to the stomach’ feeling returned with gusto. I stopped my trot to Ponyville and remembered the night I had with Fluttershy. She was rubbing her snatch with that stupid, little rabbit she takes care of when I swooped down and saved the day. Though she didn’t say it, she was in heat, just like I was right then. I’m not surprised she tried to stop my advances considering the flame in between her legs. I just happened to be the only one with a big enough firehose within a couple miles.

But I have to say she took it like a champ. I took hers, just like Big Mac took mine. And she, unlike me, decided not to be a pussy, and take it in the pussy. And then she had the balls to ask for more! You know, for such a shy mare, she sure screamed up a storm when I had her bent over the kitchen counter with her head in the sink. Honestly, it surprised me that that was all her idea...

And that brings me to the inevitable thought that scared me again that day.

I came inside. No condom. No mysterious magic spell to prevent pregnancy. Just another grunt, hilt, and spray for me. God, if I had only thought about the outcome of a three-day, unprotected fuckfest, I may have shown just the slightest bit of hesitance to shoot my seed into some extremely receptive mares, multiple times at that. Why is it always me who gets stuck with unwanted foals? Why, God, why? Of all the things that could possibly happen, it was the worst possible thing!

I sighed, shaking my head, and continued toward Ponyville. The sun was descending towards the last phase before Celestia inevitably handed off the care of the sky to her sister.

Celestia... oh crap, I forgot about her. Even though I spent a short time here last time, I did have the fortune to meet the Princess and get to know her. And by get to know her, I mean we totally had sex. Ugh, that just added one more stop on my list of wrongs to right, and look at how well the first two stops went! And on top of all that, I still hadn’t gotten my rocks off, so to speak, and I was penetrated by a pony with the name Big Mac.

And speaking of getting my rocks off, that feeling was coming back, and it was coming back hard. I guess the heat I was having before was just the first wave, because I had never, in my entire life, felt as horny as I was right then. When before I felt my clitoris engage in a wink occasionally, while walking to ponyville, it was spasming every step I took. I mean, it was literally screaming at me to fuck something... anything, as soon as I possibly could.

I moaned as I kept on winking. It wasn’t so much as a pleasurable moan, but one chock full of craving lust mixed with a horse whinny. I had no idea I could even make that sound, but I guess it makes sense and all, being a mare. I felt liquid drip across my lips and flow down my leg. I sighed, realizing that I might as well have not taken a dip in the pond after all, since I was once again smothered by the stench of lust and vaginal fluids. I’m pretty sure if Big Mac was around, he’d pounce me all over again and force me to take his... big... throbbing... member.

And that’s when something strange happened. The entire day I felt a constant drip coming out of me, but then I felt something horribly disgusting and arousing at the same time. I squirted my fluids out in one, big spurt that was powerful enough to be considered a piss stream. At first, that’s what I thought that it was, but from the amount of pleasure it gave me, I realized it was from a completely different hole altogether.

And it happened again. Another stream of what I saw now was a milky liquid pumped out of my winking pussy and into the dirt road. I moaned loudly and threw my rump into the air as more streams shot outward. Stream after stream came out of me. I had no idea what it was, or why it was happening, but quite honestly, I couldn’t care less. I just stood there with my head in the dirt, moaning like the dirty, little filly I was. It was so wrong, but it was so erotic.

It was then, I realized, that if Big Mac, hell, if any stallion were around, I would stand no chance at turning them down. I would be theirs in a heartbeat, and it would be a long time before I allowed them to leave. Screw the fact that I was tight! Anything to get rid of that feeling would do just fine.

My moaning ended and once again, I trotted towards Ponyville. Although, it wasn’t so much a trot as it was a record breaking gallop towards the dick filled finish line. A penis was what I wanted, and a penis is what I was going to get. Just the thought of a member parting my folds and slamming into me gave me a shiver followed by a pleasurable squirt. Watch out Ponyville, cause I’m coming back! And this time, I’m the one getting mounted!

The town came into view as I sped up even faster than I had before. My marehood was winking wildly now, grabbing out for anything that so much as resembled a cock. It’s too bad I didn’t have a dildo or something, cause that thing would be lodged so far up my pussy, I don’t think I’d ever be able to find it again.

My mouth was drooling, but it wasn’t from hunger. Well, maybe it was hungry, but not for pizza. No, it was lactating from the thought of wrapping my mouth around a cock so big that I would be forced to let it slide into my throat. It would go in and out of me as I lap at the sides and the tip with my long equine tongue. Eventually I’d start to taste a little bit of my mate’s pre-cum, which I imagined was a tangy, salty mix, but altogether very tasty. And then, once I would massage his balls enough, a torrent of cum would flood into my mouth and down my throat and into my...

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Yuck!” I shouted, shaking my head as if to toss out the thought altogether. I remained halted, panting from the mile I had just run in hopes of being penetrated. “What the hell, brain!”

I felt like punching it, but decided against it in fear of a hoof-caused concussion. But I was still pretty mad. My entire life, I had never had the urge to go suck a guy off, especially a stallion whose dick is over a foot long! And here I was, thinking of the best way to please my mate by giving him a good old beej. I almost gagged.

Damn this feminine brain. My new anatomy had gotten me nowhere, and all it’s done has made me so horny I couldn’t even think straight. Images of horse cocks kept flooding my vision, beckoning me to chase after them and pump ‘em until I had enough semen to douse the flame in my rear.

Excuse my terminology, but it sucked dick. I knew I didn’t want to have sex with a stallion, but my body refused to take no as an answer. I tried my best to push every thought I was having, out of my mind. I even tried a few old tricks I used to keep from cumming too early when I was with a girl.

Baseball...

The holocaust...

Rosie O’Donnell making love to Chaz Bono...

I shivered. Okay, I wasn’t as horny anymore. Hey, my vagina even stopped winking as wildly as it was. Sure I still wanted to have sex, but I felt like I could contain it.

I continued my trot as I entered the outskirts of Ponyville, taking careful consideration to leave my tail in a down position. I wouldn’t want to give a stallion any bright ideas... no matter how much I want them to bend me over and stick their...

No! Stop it, brain! Quit with your girlish thoughts! I’m not a girl, I’m a dude! A hockey playing, spitting, weight-lifting, girl-fucking dude! I eat nails for breakfast... without any milk. And I’ll be damned if I decide to sidle over and take it from behind!

Invigorated with a strangely enthused gung ho attitude, I entered Ponyville with a smile that would put Pinkie to shame. My hooves clip-clopped on the cobblestone road as I passed by various ponies who were packing up their things and heading into their homes. I passed close to a mare holding flowers.

“Hello!” I said in an outgoing manner. “How are you today?”

She turned her head to me. “Erm, good... I” Before she could finish, I had already zoomed past her and cantered down the road. I was in a hurry to get to Twilight’s home, hopefully to borrow a few bits for my date. I really didn’t have time to stop and have a conversation, but I’m pretty sure if I stopped, I would fling myself onto the next living thing, regardless of race, gender, and maybe even age...

Anywho, I trotted down the town, waving to the ponies around me in what I’m sure was a gigantic display of idiocy, feeling my plot wink and my nethers sop with my female juices. The ponies around generally looked at me with curious glances and occasionally wave back. It all seemed to be going well until I felt someone bump into my side. I nearly fell off of my hooves, but looked up as I continued to walk. A stallion clung to me, rubbing against my side as I made my way through the street.

He grinned his teeth at me. “Well howdy, Miss. How are you feeling this fine evening?”

Oh god... “Fine,” I answered. “Just heading to a friend’s house.” My heart was racing. I wanted nothing more than to scream at him to mount me, but I knew that if I did, there would be no going back. Mentally, at least. I began to trot a little faster towards the library.

“Say, you’re looking mighty tired. How about we go get something to drink, Miss?” He matched my speed, keeping in step with me. My tail began to raise a little, but I quickly slammed it back down against my nethers.

He continued. “Where’s the rush, Miss? Where’s the fire?”

In between my legs...“Sorry, I’m just really late for, umm... a thingy.” I looked away, probably blushing worse than a teenage girl who got kissed for the first time.

He leaned his head toward mine so as to speak in a whisper. “I’m not gonna lie. I was sitting there, all alone when I saw you run by in a such a hurry. And I said to myself: now that’s a mare right there! I just knew I had to at least ask you on a date before you slipped through my hooves and into some other lucky stallion’s!” His persistence was flattering, but the constant rub against my flank was starting to piss me off a little bit.

“Thank you, I guess... But I really have to get going. It was, uhh, nice to meet you, Mister...?”

“Lucky,” he answered with a mischievous grin. “As in, I like to get lucky...”

I was going to turn my head to face him, but all of the sudden, I felt a strange pinch on my ear. It hurt, but once I realized what it was, my plot starting winking like crazy.

He nipped me. Nipped me right on the ear. I have no idea why it was so sexy to me... but it felt good to think that he was in some way claiming me. Like, now I was tagged, and nopony could get close to me anymore. I nearly stopped and asked him to take me right there, but my legs didn't stop. My tail may have raised, but I didn’t stop trotting.

“Oh, thank Celestia,” he said as he dropped out of my sight. Though, it didn’t take long for me to realized where he had gone because his hooves landed on my back. He was trying to mount me right there in the middle of the street! Like, right in front of a bunch of ponies too! And the thing was, was that nopony really seemed to care. I mean, a few ponies were watching us, but for the most part, it was just a regular day for them as far as they were concerned.

I trotted faster as he continued his attacks. “Woah, guy! What do you think you’re doing?” He didn’t answer except for a few horse-like grunts followed by what I felt was a familiar prick to my backside. I panicked, bucking my hips back until I was free of his grasp. I trotted faster as I heard him catching up from behind.

“Where are you going, Miss? I thought you wanted to... you know?” He was against my side again, routinely nipping at my ear in the same erotic manner he had before. I shivered and lifted my tail again.

“When the hell did I ask you to buck me?!” I practically shouted.

He looked at me and then behind me. “Well, you just asked me again... and again...” He nipped at my ear. “You keep on showing yourself and winking at me... It’s kind of hard to resist it when I can tell you need it so badly.” He nuzzled me with his face, and I hate to say it, but I may have nuzzled him back. God, this body is driving me crazy!

Suddenly, I felt another weight against me, but this time, it came from my left. I looked beside me to see a grey stallion, smirking that same face I had seen Lucky display a few seconds before.

“Hi! I’m Drift, what’s your name?”

I was being sandwiched in between the two hunks of meat, and not in the way that my body wanted. It was quite difficult to reply to him considering one was trying to bite my ear off, and they were both pushing against me in a mare sandwich. “Hi, uhh... I’m, umm...”

“HEY! Get away from her! I saw her first, and she already presented herself to me three times! You’re making her feel uncomfortable!” Lucky shouted at Drift, a new sense of anger welling in his voice.

Drift turned his head to face him. “Excuse me, sir! I believe the lady was trying to answer me. If you would be so kind as to take a dunk in the well, we’d very much appreciate it.” He lowered his head to match mine. “Now, where were we...”

I ceased my walking as did the other two. It wasn’t my choice, in fact, I was pretty sure I would have bowled over anything in my way to get out of there before I did something I would regret. But a stallion that would strike fear into Big Mac stood in the way, and I didn’t think I could get around him if I tried. He was humongous... in more ways than one.

Like all the stallions rubbing against me, he had a throbbing erection that seemed tastier by the second. I caught myself staring at it, but quickly looked up to his face. He beamed a grin at me.

“Hello, I’m Snowy... wanna buck?” I slowly stepped backwards, my plot going absolutely bonkers, and my heart beat a thousand times per minute. The stallions all watched me with hungry eyes, getting closer to me as I backed away.

“Umm, guys... this is really flattering and all, but I’d really appreciate it if I could just walk to my friend’s house. Really, umm, you’re sweet... but I don’t think this is gonna work out.” My words came out stuttering, but they didn’t care at all. None of them twitched at the slightest to my pleadings. Well, except for their penises of course. They were twitching like crazy as trails of pre-cum dripped from their tips.

I licked my lips. I couldn’t take it anymore. This heat was driving me insane! I had to get bucked right then, and I didn’t care who did it, or how hard. Something was getting shoved up my pussy!

I slowly turned around and raised my hips a little bit, putting my face into the ground. I was ashamed of what I was about to do, but quite frankly, I was beyond the point of no return. In fact, my pussy was starting to squirt again, and I would let out lustful whinnies every now and then.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” My eyes opened. What? No, don’t leave me alone! I was so ready! Please, buck me, rut me raw!

The voice came from behind me, and it sounded very familiar to me for some reason. It was definitely feminine, but it also had a sort of boyish scratch thrown in there. It almost sounded like...

“Hey, are you alright?” I looked up, and there she was. The fastest flier of Equestria gently pulling me up with her hooves as she gave a sympathetic look. “Sorry about those guys. Sometimes a stallion won’t take a hint, ya know?”

I chuckled half-heartedly. Maybe it was the fact that I narrowly escaped a rather tight situation, but it may also have something to do with Rainbow Dash never wanting to speak with me after my last visit. It was obvious she still didn’t know who I was.

“Are you alright?” She repeated, putting a hoof on my shoulder.

“Umm, yeah, sure I guess. They didn’t... do anything to me besides bother me for a minute.” My heart was beginning to calm down a little bit, and my breathing returned to normal. I think that Rainbow talking to me was easing me back to reality.

She let her hoof fall to the ground. “I’m Rainbow Dash,” she said brightly. “What’s your name?”

I couldn't think of any new names all that fast, and I’m positive she was going to attack me if I gave her my real name, so I decided to take the Applejack approach again. Hell, who’s to say it won’t work with her? After all, AJ only caught me because she’s the element of honesty.

“Briana...” I said.

Rainbow Dash tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “Briana? Wait, are you related to Brian? Are you his sister or something?”

I nodded, hoping that my lie would buy me some time. The last thing I wanted was to be whacked in the face by a hoof and left knocked out in the middle of the street.

“Yeah, I could have thought as much. You look a lot alike, you two. Were you twins?”

Eh, why the hell not. I nodded again.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”

Ooh, gotta play this one careful, Brian. Last thing you want is to let her know you were the one that beat her in a race... and then wrecked her anus. “It’s been awhile since we’ve spoken. I’m sure he’s around somewhere. You never know. He could roll into town the next few days or so.” I told her the same thing I told Applejack, and I even gave her the same fake smile in hopes that she bought it. Good news is, she did, but after what happened last time, I made sure to be careful with what I said about my so called ‘brother’.

“Oh, well I guess it can wait, then. He and I have something we need to discuss...” she said, narrowing her eyes and scowling slightly.

Yup, she’s still pretty pissed about the whole thing. Maybe I should get going before she looks a little bit closer at me. I took a step left around her, slowly easing my way in the direction of the library. I could see it in the distance, but the sun had begun to fall, and the moon started its rise. “Well, thanks for all the help with those guys. If you hadn’t shown up, I don’t know what might have happened!” Well, I did know, but things were already uncomfortable enough between us. I turned my head and began to trot towards Twilight’s treehouse.

“Wait!” a scratchy voice called out from behind me. “What’s the hurry?”

I inwardly sighed, but turned back around to face the rainbow-maned mare. “Well, nowhere really. It’s just that I’m staying with Twilight, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want me to come home at some ungodly hour.” I hesitated for a moment. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Twilight really just brought me here and set me loose. Sure she was working on a way to fix my genitals, but she never actually said anything about where I should stay, or what I should do. In retrospect, she was kind of an idiot.

I mean, last time I was here, I got an unknown number of mares pregnant in three days. Three, short days... And counting all the evidence together, she could really only paint me as some sort of sexual deviant with more fetishes than they could count. I mean, would anyone even consider leaving children with me? In Equestria, probably. Because here, no one honestly gives a shit about what you’ve done or who you are. For god sakes, I haven’t even seen but one police officer while I was here, and he was stuffing his face with donuts.

“Are you okay?” My concentration broke and I looked up to see Rainbow Dash giving me a strange look.

“Sorry, I uhh... I guess I must have zoned out there, hehe.” God, I’m stupid...

“Okay... anyway, I don’t think you should stay with Twilight tonight. In fact, why don’t you just spend the night at my house? Trust me, it’s for the best.” My head jerked back, and my eyebrows furrowed at the statement.

“What? Why? What’s wrong with the library? They’ve got plenty of room, I’m sure.” I asked all of the questions in a really incredulous manner. It almost came off as being rude, I’m sure.

Rainbow shook her head. “No, I don’t think you get it.” She took a step closer and locked eyes with me. “You don’t want to spend the night there. Trust me,” I could see her eyebrows flick up as she motioned for me to look in that direction. I turned around just in time to see the flash of grey fur jumping behind a trash can.

They were waiting for me.

With a flash of fear on my face, I turned back to Rainbow Dash and nodded. “Maybe you’re right. A sleepover would be fun, right?” She smiled and motioned for me to follow her the other way, opposite of the library. For a few moments, we walked in silence, but after a couple blocks, a realization hit me.

“Wait a second. You’re a pegasus, right?”

She casually nodded and gave an ‘mmhmm’ in response.

“Then don’t you live in a cloud home or something? I won’t be able to stay with you if I keep falling through the floor every few seconds.”

She let out a giggle. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve got two homes; one for summer and one for winter. It really wouldn’t make sense to freeze my tail off in a bunch of clouds while you earth ponies are all warm and toasty on the ground.”

“Oh, well then, nevermind.”

After my inquisition, we walked a few more blocks until we came to a halt on the outside of a one-story, little shack with a thatched roof and blue shutters. “This is the place,” she said, cantering up to the front door. And of course, since everypony here trusts the shit out of everything, she just opened the door and walked straight in. Who needs locks when you have friendship, right?

I started to follow her inside, but all of the sudden, I got the strangest feeling that I was forgetting something. Something very important...

With my mind roaming around, I realized I was standing in the center of the tiny, two-room home. There was a living room with a kitchenette, and another door that was closed off to the side. It was probably her bedroom, so I didn’t give it any thought.

“Hey,” Rainbow Dash called out while rummaging through her fridge. “I’m sorry about those guys earlier. They just can’t take a hint.” She closed the door, holding two bottles of some sort of beverage in her wings. She trotted over and handed me one of them which I happily began taking swigs of.

Hmmm... beer? I didn’t know that they had that here. Huh. Regardless of what it was, I continued to sip due to the past few hours of running and panting. I was positively parched, even so that the leaking underneath my tail slowed down a bit. I must have been really dehydrated for my pussy to be partially soaked instead of the usual drenched and squirting.

“I’ve had a lot of trouble with colts trying to take advantage of me before too, when I was in heat. Believe me, I know it sucks.” I nodded in agreeance, taking another sip of beer. “Well, at least until after I came out of the stable. You should probably consider it. It would make refusing mates a whole lot easier.”

I practically did a spit take. “I’m no lesbian!” I shouted.

And that’s when I realized something very wrong. I just said I wasn’t a lesbian instinctually. I was defending the fact that I didn’t like sleeping with mares. That I liked stallions... My face was beet red, but I only felt shame at it all.

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “Sure you are, hehe. Just like how you aren’t flagging me right now.” She pointed to my tail and I swiftly brought it back down. Again, the winking returned.

Suddenly, Rainbow Dash came closer and her voice changed to a more serious, quiet one. “Listen, I can help you with that if you want. Have you been squirting?” I nodded slowly. “Oh, you’ve got it pretty bad then. Come on,” she said while motioning to the door. “Let me help you get some relief finally.”

I wanted to argue with her, but my body thought otherwise. I found myself trotting behind her as she entered the pitch black room.

I hesitated. Besides feeling extraordinarily horny, I felt something else. Some sort of inner tug telling me to leave and... go do something else. The deep wrenching in my stomach was evidence that I had forgotten something, but for the life of me, I just couldn’t remember.

“Hey, Dash... I think I should leave. I feel like I forgot to do something important.”

The light flipped on, and with it, my eyes expanded beyond a face of surprise. Rainbow Dash grinned at me as I saw her lying on the bed, legs spread, and mare hood winking at me. And that wasn’t all.

Along the walls, there were all sorts of different types of leather saddles, handcuffs, and about fifty different stallion-shaped dildos lining the walls. Each a different size, shape, and color. Some with flared tips and some with tapered. A few with ribbed edges looked especially pleasurable. Some that were strapped onto some leather underwear. And finally, there were a bunch that had big sacs of liquid hanging on the ends.

Squirt...

Straight onto the carpet, my juices went. Rainbow Dash chuckled a little bit.

“So what were you saying?” she asked, smiling at me in a sensual way.

I looked at her pussy which she was beginning to rub, and then back at the dildos. I found myself smiling too.

“Which one can we use first?”

Author's Note

Hehe, did you want more or something? You didn't want me to keep going, did you?

I'm kidding... but not really. Don't worry about waiting too long for another update. I'm actually surprised that this chapter took so long. Quite honestly, it's been done for about three days, it's just that I wanted my editor to get around to reading it.

Expect the next chapter very soon, and then, things are gonna get frisky.

Oh, and thanks for reading! Trust me, the wait will be worth it!

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

In the beginning of time, there was said to be a man named Adam. We all know his story, of course. Man is given free domain over a place that could only be defined as pure nirvana. No pain, no suffering, but just a constant feeling of euphoric ecstasy. And when push came to shove, man lost out, or so the story goes. He was banished from the heavenly place for eating a forbidden fruit, and cast down to earth. This story sends a message about a man who lost it all. Everything he could have ever wished for, poof!, gone, just like that.

But how could a man lose the greatest thing in the universe, when he never had it in the first place?

I’m talking, of course, about the feeling of having a slippery tongue delve deep into your vagina as your partner’s moans soak into your clit, making you groan into her’s in turn. It was a wonderful feeling, the velvety muscle tracing the outlines of your slippery hole, while you tried as hard as you could to replicate the feeling upon her folds.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for she and I to be caught in our ever enjoyable 69. In fact, I practically flung my ass at her muzzle and dove into her waiting crevice the moment I saw her splayed out on the sexiest bed I had ever seen in my entire life. I mean, she had an entire room dedicated to sex. Who does that? As I licked her insides clean with my tongue, my eyes wandered around like a kid in a candy store.

That’s right. I was a mare in a dildo store.

Long schlongs, wide dongs, ribbed cocks, vibrating sticks, double-ended schticks, gyrating penises, and strictly speaking from a first-timer’s point of view, the scariest of all: the dreaded, chainsaw dildo. I had to blink several times before truly understanding its magnificence. It had a big engine on the end that looked like it was ripped from a live chainsaw, and on each chink where a bladed rib would go, a short, fake tongue rested. It looked like a fucking monster, but I wanted nothing more than to rev it up, lower myself over it, and let it go to town on my pussy.

And the saddles. Oh my god. I never in my entire life felt the need to wear a leather saddle with stirrups. But for some reason--and I have no idea why--all I could think of was strapping it on as tight as I could and having somepony ride me till the cows come home. Maybe even have them wear those little spurred boot things and kick my dirty, naughty flanks once in awhile. The blinders and mouth-bits were pretty alluring too.

A shiver ran up my spine as I felt Dash suck on my clit. Her tongue kept bumping it up and down, sending me into a cascade of screams and shouts of incomprehensible pleasure. I was speaking a language I didn’t even know. Her tongue writhed and wriggled inside a tunnel I didn’t even have but for a day. She traced the outline of my secondary set of lips, taking great care to pass over my clit as slow as she possibly could, prolonging my ecstasy until it returned on the next pass.

It wasn’t until she began to hump my face that I realized I had ceased all of my own tongue movements in favor of moaning at the top of my lungs. She was sopping wet, and her winking only sent my stomach into a deep craving to suck on her clit till my face was splashed with a rewarding squirt. The wet button shot out one moment, only to be lapped at by me, and then went back, much to the mare’s disappointment. In between winks, she would hump her soaked crotch at my face and whimper for me to keep going, but I refused to. I would tease the hell out of her, and only when she was about to break, I would plunge in and send her spiraling over the edge.

And that’s when I felt it. In between the gentle strokes of her tongue and the pleasant breaths against my clit, I felt a growing tension within me. From the deepest, darkest pit inside, I felt a rise in pressure; one that threatened to explode if agitated any further.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES!!” I shouted, nearing my first ever female orgasm. Rainbow Dash’s mouth-muscle twirled around, dancing inside my vagina. Who ever knew that something could feel that good! The feeling grew and grew until finally...

Nothing.

“Huh?” I asked as the largest disappointment in my life overtook the expanding orgasm that teetered over the edge. It’s pleasantness began to dwindle down from the lack of stimulation, so I quickly threw my hoof down to my pussy and rubbed as fast as I could. But it was too late. Although masturbating was pleasurable, it couldn’t replace the feeling of a slimy, moist tongue jutting in and out of me.

“Rainbow Dash! Why did you stop!?” I lifted my head in a mixture of anger and lust. Though, from what I saw, I almost couldn’t blame her.

Squirt.

In front of me the cyan pegasus reared, a large purple dildo strapped onto some leather underwear she was wearing. It was about a foot and a half long, and it had ribbed sides along with a flared head. “You were saying?” she asked snidely.

I didn’t have a response. Instead, I flipped myself over onto the side of the bed so my feet were touching the floor and my stomach on the bed. I never really had much doggy style sex when I was a human, but as a pony, it just felt so right. Those animal instincts were like sexy magnets, always pulling you into what biology wants you to do. But oh god, did it feel right.

Suddenly, two hooves landed on either side of my chest, my mouth physically drooling as her fake member brushed in between my legs. I shuddered as I felt her pull away for a moment. My body shook and vibrated from anticipation, my marehood winking harder than it ever had. Her stallionhood prodded my entrance, trying to gather up my marecum before entering. Slowly she began to push in as I screamed in pleasure. I felt the first rib graze my clit and I let out another deep moan. I felt her stop.

Wait, what? No! Keep going, keep going. I whinnied and made other uncanny horse noises trying to gain her attention. She had to finish, she just had to. “K-keep going! Please!” I managed to shout despite the fact an inch of fake cock was inside of me.

I felt her pull out. No! What are you doing!? I NEED you! I tried to push my hips back to catch the penis, but it was too late. I could feel it slapping against my legs once again, nowhere near my third hole. “W-why?” I whimpered. “Why stop now?”

I was caught by surprise when I felt her nip at my ear playfully. “I’m sorry, did you want me to finish something?”

“YES!” My voice was loud, but I honestly couldn’t care less. I don’t care how or who, but I was going to get a good dicking in the next five minutes or else somepony was going to get hurt.

“Beg,” she said coldly.

I obliged. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me right now! I’ll be your mareslut; I’ll be your whorse! Anything if you fuck me right now!” It worked obviously, as I felt her rear back again, her fake length disappearing from its current resting place. I let out a sigh of relief.

Once again, I felt the familiar prodding of her penis, but something felt off. She was aiming a little bit too high for my cunt, wasn’t she?

“Anything for you... Brian.”

She pushed in. You know how I said getting penetrated by Big Mac was the most painful experience of my life? Well, I was wrong. With one painful motion, Rainbow Dash thrusted the ribbed dildo as far up my ass as it could go, which probably amounted to a good foot and a few inches. I screamed in pain, seeing nothing but a searing white light that seemed to cloud my vision. She was slowly moving back and forth, humping my plothole and chuckling as she did so.

I felt cool tears run down my eyes as the stallion dick plunged in and out of me. It hurt like crazy. It stung like nothing before. My anus felt like it was on fire. My insides felt ripped apart.

...But it felt so good.

I moaned in pleasure as she took me in a place I had never been taken. Of course I had always wondered what it was like to be done in the rear end, but other than my own finger, I had never really explored the possibilities. It always looked so painful, which it was at first. But suddenly, it felt like I had been missing out on something my whole life!

My once tight, little star of an anus expanded around the shaft. It squeezed and squeezed on the rubbery material, contracting and moving on my command. On the way in, I loosened my grip, but on the way out, I tightened it as much as I could. At some points, it felt like I was getting torn apart, but others, it felt like it was keeping me together.

“Y-you’re... enjoying this?” came the scratchy voice from behind me. She continued to hump into me, much to my pleasure.

I let out a moan. “Yyyyyeeeesss,” I said, closing my eyes and raising my head.

“Ugh... how am I supposed to get payback if you like this?”

“W-well, I could give you h-head later if-f you want. OH GOD YES!” Her motions slowed down, only giving me more pleasure with each thrust.

“Hmmm... How about you just owe me a favor, and I can redeem it whenever I need it.”

I didn’t even need to think about it. “Deal, now fuck my pussy.” It was a command, but thankfully it worked. She pulled out, leaving an empty feeling inside my rectum, but it didn’t matter since I was greeted by a familiar prodding in my new, female area.

“Ready?” she asked.

“JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!”

With that, she shot in. All of the foot-and-a-half length buried into my backside. My inner walls convulsed and tightened around the member, consuming is as she penetrated me completely. And despite the fact that there was over a foot of length inside my body, it was only when her hips met my flanks that she was forced to stopped. God, how deep is that hole!?

It didn’t matter, though, because I was lost in a completely different world. Over and over again, her hips slammed into me, bringing wave after wave of pleasure as my insides were rubbed raw. On the way in, it felt as though I were complete. Whatever I had been missing had returned, and I never wanted to feel so empty again. But on the way out, it felt like my world was being taken away. Sometimes, I found myself physically whimpering as she pulled out, almost ready to cry for her to slam it back in. I tried to clench my walls as hard as I could to keep her inside, but regardless, I had to be satisfied with what I had.

Oh, and by the way, what was happening was absolute heaven. I thought that sex as a guy was great, but it’s insane how much better it could be. It’s indescribable! It’s fantastic! It’s spectacular! It’s like when you didn’t have a cell phone, you were like, “Why do I need a cell phone?”, but then you get one, and then you’re like, “Wow, how did I ever get along without one of these?”. It’s kind of like that, but with a vagina.

“Ooohh, oh, oh, ooooh,” I moaned as my whole body moved with her’s. My feminine moans sounded similar to something I would hear in a cheesy porno, or maybe when I had sex with my old girlfriend.

And that’s when it hit me. I, a man for his whole life until that morning, was bent over a bed and moaning at the top of his lungs as he’s getting fucked from behind. And I was enjoying it, too. I wasn’t making deals with myself to never do it again; I wasn’t doing it just to get rid of a feeling. I was doing it because it was all I could think about. All I wanted was to feel myself be pounded from the back as a shaft massaged my pussy, the flared tip hitting against my uterus every so often. Then, once I was screaming for more, the humping would stop with my stallion’s penis resting within me. And I would roll my eyes back, lift my muzzle up, and feel his head flare. My insides would be absolutely flooded with his masculine-smelling cream, putting out the fires within me as we both breathe heavily. And then, we would allow ourselves to rest, he on top of me, and me under him. I would remain filled for the rest of the night as we both fall asleep, my clam still stuffed with his erect stallionhood which would twitch every so often and send another tingle up my spine.

“OH MY GOD!” I screamed, my insides clenching on Rainbow Dash’s strap-on harder than it ever had before. My insides exploded, shooting liquid from my winking pussy. Since her length was still inside, though, most of it came out in a gush rather than a stream. I screamed and bucked my hips back to make sure the cock was fully penetrating my insides. Liquids that had been building up all day came squirting out of me, onto my partner and onto the floor. It kept coming and coming, as I kept cumming and cumming. I grunted in pleasure, waiting for a sensation I had never felt. The sensation of a white, creamy, delicious paste filling me up and impregnating me like the slut I was.

The feeling slowed down as I panted into the bed sheets. Every now and again, a little spark of pleasure would make me let out a small “Eep”, but it was nothing compared to my first female orgasm.

I felt Rainbow’s body slump down onto mine. “Wow... just, wow. I’ve never seen anyone squirt that much... I-I think you’re still going, too...” Her breath felt warm against my sweating body, but I was happy with it. I caught myself imagining that a stallion was the one inside and on top of me. “You must be in the worst heat I’ve ever seen... ever. Either that, or you’re just a firehose. Any other ponies think it’s weird that you make it rain more than a pegasi?”

I panted. “A-actually *breath* that was my first time... sorta.”

She laughed. “Oh yeah, you were a dude before. Hehe, this must be pretty fun for you.”

This time I laughed. “You have no idea.”

Using my long equine neck, I reached back and locked into a deep kiss with Rainbow. Our tongues danced around each other, exploring each other’s mouths for something we didn’t even know. Horse teeth were something I would have to get used to, but still, the alien feeling was still extremely erotic to me. I guess you could say I had a fetish for ponies. That’s for certain.

Knock knock.

Our lips broke off, a string of saliva--or come to think of it, maybe my cum--connecting our muzzles. “Huh?” I said before Rainbow Dash threw her hooves around my muzzle, shutting me up.

“Be quiet!” she hissed. I felt her trying to pull out of me, only to realize my vagina refused to let her go.

Hey! I wasn’t done with that!

“Oh no, oh no!” she chanted, a visible panic on her face. “You can’t be here! Not now!” She continued to tug, but I sure as hell wouldn’t give my rubber filling up that easily. “Come on, let it go already!”

I chuckled. “Nope.”

Knock, knock. “Rainbow Dash? Are you in there? Who are you talking to?”

She pulled on it harder, adamant on removing herself from the unbreakable clasp of my velvety walls. “Ugh, please, Brian! I just fucked you. What more do you want?”

“More. I want you to fuck me again and again, until I can’t think straight. And then I want you to fuck me some more and strap me in a saddle and put on horse blinders and nibble on my ear and hump me over and over until I scream like the little mareslut I am...”

Wow... did I just say that? Holy shit... I mean, I was thinking it, but... HOLY SHIT!

Rainbow Dash just looked at me with a look of curiosity and surprise. “You... you must be really horny...”

I sighed. “You have no idea.”

Knock, knock. “Rainbow Dash! Open the door.”

I heard the sound of a zipper unzipping, and Rainbow’s wings began to flutter. She flew herself out of the leather underwear, leaving me with the didlo still fitting snugly inside of my pussy, still milking it for the invisible semen it surely contained. “Under the bed,” she ordered. “Now.”

Giggling at her commanding attitude, I obliged and slunk down on the floor, laying on my stomach. It was a little dusty underneath her bed, but I couldn’t complain. Things were just starting to get exciting.

The room was nearly pitch-black, but I could see the faint image of four legs trotting into the next room. I heard the click of an unlocking door and the whoosh that followed with it.

“Rainbow, who were you talking to in there?”

“Me? I wasn’t talking to anypony. Yup, nopony here but me, hehe.”

“Then what were those voices?”

“Oh... um, that was just me... talking to myself?” The statement seemed more like a question than an answer.

“And moaning?”

“Well, you see, I was just...” She stopped mid-sentence, and I thought it had something to do with the sound of heavy nasal inhalation.

“Oh... I see. You were just beating around the bush with a little dirty talk, weren’t you?”

“Umm.”

“Petting the beaver? Stroking the box? Teasing the taco? Masturbating?”

“Yes?”

“Oh Rainbow, you naughty girl. It looks like mommy’s gonna have to teach you a lesson, won’t she.”

My eyebrows furrowed. Mommy?

Suddenly, the sound of two mares resonated in the room followed by the creaking of the bed above me. “Oh, you dirty filly. It’s time I finally taught you not to pleasure yourself... without me.” More creaking was followed by a stillness that seemed to culminate in the air. It was quiet for a moment. The only sound I could hear was my own breathing and the sound of lips smacking together. But it was only when I heard a low moan by the pegasus that just fucked me that I realized one set of lips was not on a pony’s face.

Lap, lap, lap. Suckle, suckle. Lap, lap lap. The pattern continued and so did the moaning. I felt like if I moved a muscle, the other mare would catch on to my presence, and Rainbow would hate me forever.

Regardless, I found myself masturbating. I moved the rubber dildo in and out of me, not exactly replicating the feeling of being mounted, but still pretty nice all the same. Her continued moaning was making me drip even more, and I felt myself rolling around on another small puddle on the floor. Part of me wanted to lick it up, but I continued to pump myself silly with the length, trying my best not to squeal with pleasure.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” came a boyish voice above me. The bed creaked as Rainbow Dash orgasmed from her cunnilingus. It went on for a few moments, but eventually, the room was filled with the awkward panting of post-coital bliss.

“Are you feeling better, my little pony?”

“Y-yes, mother.” I stopped masturbating.

Wait, what?

“Good, now be a good little filly and return the favor, if you would be so kind.”

No, hold on a second. Go back.

“Yes, mother.”

The bed began to creak and over the edge of the bed came two cyan hooves. I watched as Rainbow Dash’s head poked out and she stared at me. I could see her mouth something, probably to do with the fact that she seemed to be giving oral to her own mother, but I couldn’t understand. She went back up, and from the sound of a squeal, went back down on her mother.

And that left me with me and my new best friends. Stifling a giggle, I slowly took out the dildo and slid myself onto my back. I edged closer until my legs were around one of her’s. Careful as to not startle the pony, I allowed my pussy to ever so slowly rubbing against her.

Oooh, this feels good. My clit rubbed against her, and my lips mashed themselves against her leg. She seemed a bit startled about it, but regardless, she kept her hoof there. Which was all great to me. I even felt her start to rub back a little bit so I didn’t have to arch my back in a weird way. It was pleasant, and my winking made it even more pleasurable, but still, something felt like it was missing.

I needed to be penetrated. I needed to feel that long member ram into me. I needed to be fucked.

My eyes looked down at the scene around my crotch. I almost let out a squeal of pleasure at the scene below me. Gone was my dick, and it was replaced with the top of some lips and a bright pink nub. It was really the first time I had seen it in action, and it only reaffirmed my love of having one of them. Just looking at it happen was erotic, let alone the feeling.

Rainbow Dash lifted her hoof and lowered it onto my crotch. Her rubbing became more vigorous and she would occasionally graze my new nipples. I couldn't contain my voice and I let out a very short, very quiet moan.

The creaking on the bed stopped.

“Rainbow...” the voice said. “Was that you?”

The room was silent for a moment. “Ahhhhh!” shouted the other voice as the bed started creaking again. Her moaning continued as I realized what she was doing. Acting as a sound buffer, she was giving me a little leadway to produce a little sound on my own. That clever mare.

Her hoof continued to rub when I suddenly had an epiphany. Her hoof was... pretty big. But how big exactly? My mind went into calculation mode comparing it to the dildo I had in one hoof, and Big Mac’s dick in the other. I mean, they seemed similar in size. Maybe a couple inches more girth-wise, but definitely... manageable.

Taking a chance, I reach over and grabbed her hind leg with my hooves. Instinctually, I led it to my waiting hole and pulled on her to lower it. At first, nothing happened. In fact, I had to spread my legs apart and pull my lips as far as I could before I felt something. Thankfully I had enough lubricant for an elephant because slowly, the hoof began to slip in.

Blind, searing white. That’s all I could see as one of Rainbow Dash’s hind-hooves plunged into my cunt. A whole hoof inside of me, wearing my body like I was a shoe. It felt like my hole was ripping a little bit, but I shrugged it off, instead focusing on the carnal pleasure in my crotch. I remember doing this to Trixie last time I was here, but I had no idea that was what it felt like.

I was being hoofed.

Her movements were small, but I could feel every centimeter. My walls had reached their limit as to how far they could stretch, but it was enough. I could feel her fur tickling me on the inside and on the outside. Even that little hole where I pee from was feeling a little pleasure from the hair. I raised my rear a little bit more to allow her to go deeper, to which she happily obliged. My moaning was low, but it was being blocked out by the groaning of Rainbow and her... mother I guess? Quite honestly I didn’t know for sure, and it might be a common thing for fillyfoolers to take on a little mother/daughter role play.

For the second time that day, I felt the walls of my sex clench down, this time milking a living body part for its semen. Too bad semen doesn’t come from hooves as well. I stifled a scream and road out my orgasm while the mare on the bed seemed to be doing the same.

The room was silent once again, but the smells screamed louder than I could possibly imagine. I’m pretty sure I positively reeked of sex. I felt Rainbow move and slowly pull out her hoof which had gone about five inches into my vagina. It felt like I was missing something, but regardless, I was satisfied.

I waited a few minutes until I could hear the plain sound of snoring coming from above me. Slowly, I scooted across my puddle and stood up. I could barely not “D’aaaw” at what I saw in front of me. Rainbow and a yellowish mare layed on the bed, embracing each other tightly. She was an earth pony with a heart and milk bottle as a cutie mark. She had a regular brown mane and didn’t look anything like Rainbow Dash herself. She could have been her mother, but I doubted it.

Smiling, I began to trot over to the wall and pick something up that caught my eye earlier. I let out a yawn, took it, and went into the main room of the house, laying on the lone green sofa.

I stuck the vibrator as deep as I could into my pussy and set it on the lowest setting. My body relaxed as the sensitive vibrations and rumbles sent shivers up and down my spine.

Ahh, this is the best.

Keeping it in, I rested my head on a pillow and closed my eyes. I fell asleep, satisfied, pleasured, well on my way to my third orgasm of the night, and dreaming of chainsaw dildos.

Author's Note

Hey folks, before I say anything, check out this story. It's written by my editor, and if you like this story, I'm sure you'll love that one as well.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope that this chapter satisfied any itches you were having. I'm sorry I couldn't get it out faster, but you know how life goes, sometimes there just isn't enough time to do the things you want to do. I'll try my best to get another update out in the next few days.

Oh, and (Not So) Banned From Equestria was featured on Equestria After Dark. I'm not exactly sure how it stacks up to being featured on a website like EQD, but I consider it to be a compliment. Thanks, you guys, for being so awesome!

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Hmm… this feels nice. Ooh, yeah, right there… Ah… AH…

“AHH!” I moaned, waking up to the pleasant feeling of a female orgasm. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as I laid blissfully on my back, stretching out my tired limbs as my pussy clenched together. I grinned while staring up at the ceiling, my orgasm subsiding, but well on the way to another. Vaginas.Are. Awesome. Hell, I wasn’t trying to disguise it anymore. I was absolutely addicted to my slit, and I was past the point of caring whether or not it was wrong. Sure, I was a dude before… but female orgasms are insane! It’s like a button you can press at any point you so please, and then your body melts like butter and you cum. Like, anytime you want.

A voice broke through my peace, sending me into a sudden realization. I’m still in Rainbow’s house, aren’t I? The voice grew louder as I began to panic. Oh crap, oh crap! Her marefriend… or mother? Oh no. I jumped onto my hooves, passing over the giant puddle of fluids that had gathered on the couch. “Shit!” I hissed, realizing the mess I made. For a moment, I tried to wipe it up with my foreleg, but all it did was soak me in my own love fluids and spread it around even more.

“Holy hell!” I whispered, hearing hoofsteps on the other side of Rainbow's door. I looked around for something to help, but quite honestly, there was nothing in the tiny house. You know, it really speaks something about someone if they have an entire house dedicated to sex, with absolutely nothing but a couch, dildos, vibrators, and saddles. And speaking of vibrators, the one in my poon tang continued to hum away. But hey, I wasn’t complaining. It suddenly dawned on me that I had hooves… and no horn. How was I supposed to get it out of me?

Whoever was making noise in the next room made it to the door because I heard the voice more clearly than before. “I’m gonna go make sure Button got to school okay. I’ll be back in a while and I can finish finding your button. Bye, sweetie.” I panicked and did the only thing I could. The door to the outside world was too far away, so I ducked behind the couch and held my breath. I heard a creaking and very clear, concise hoofsteps go by. My heart was beating a mile a minute. The clip-clopping stopped.

I rolled my eyes. For the love of god… Does anything ever go right?

Slowly, the hoofsteps came closer as I practically pissed myself from fear. Well, actually it wasn’t piss; just a steady stream of cum as I ejaculated all over Rainbow Dash’s floor. I hope that wasn’t from the thought of getting caught. I have enough fetishes as it is. I shook my head, focusing back on the mare that was only seconds away from finding some unknown filly that smelled more like sex than a cheap whore-house. I mean, even I could smell it, and I was around it since it started growing.

The clip-clops stopped, and I held my breath. Beads of sweat ran down my face and beads of mare-juice flowed down my slit.

“Why is this couch so wet…?” Oh crap! I knew that any second, I would be found out, so I began thinking of a cover story. ‘I was coming to give Rainbow a message but I heard you two in the bedroom, so I waited’? No, that’s retarded! ‘I’m a sex-house inspector here to determine whether or not your dildos are up to community standards’? Ugh, shut-up brain, that’s not helping. ‘I was… masturbating on your couch to the sounds of you making love’?

“I swear, that mare is like a sprinkler; she could probably cum on command, I bet. Heh, maybe I should test that later…” The hoofsteps started again, this time moving away until the sound of a door opening and closing cut to silence. I fell to the floor, sighing with relief. I think that I’m close to being considered the luckiest being to have ever lived, despite the sizable amount of shit that usually hits the fan.

I hopped back up to my hooves and dusted off a little bit of dirt from the floor. It may sound crazy, but Rainbow Dash doesn’t keep what I would call an impeccably clean home. There’s no rats or anything, but the least she could do is sweep the floor once in awhile. And also, clean up the pools of salty liquid that came from my behind, hehe. That’s probably just deserts for trying to take me in the ass. It was still kinda sore, to be honest.

Now that I thought about it, was it really that obvious that I was Brian? I saw my reflection, and I was pretty different looking than I was before… Not to mention that other ponies didn’t recognize me either. I wondered if AJ told her after I left the farm the day before.

I brushed off any stray thoughts upon hearing a low grumble emanate from within me. And no, it wasn’t the vibrator, but I have to say, it was quite pleasurable despite being inside me for about eight hours. You’d think the feeling would wear off or I would go numb, but I’m pretty sure I orgasmed in my sleep, and each time it pushed it farther and farther up there. It might just hit my womb soon if I get off one more time... God, I hope I cum again.

I looked over at the door to Rainbow Dash’s room and contemplated addressing her, but I decided against it on account of not wanting to make things weirder than they already were. She would have probably appreciated me doing so, considering she was ankle deep inside me last night. Yeah, that would be an easy conversation. Hey, Rainbow, thanks for trying to shove a dildo up my ass and then hoofing me. No, really, I loved it. Which… wasn’t technically a lie. But still, I thought it was best just to head out. And I’m pretty sure that grumble from before was my stomach yelling to get my attention.

I trotted past Rainbow’s bedroom door and towards the front of the sex dungeon. With a flip of my hoof, I was greeted once again by the fresh outside air, juxtaposing itself with the musky sex smell that encompassed the room I was previously sleeping in. Okay, first on the agenda: grab a bite to eat. Second: take a shower because I literally smell like I just had sex with a horse. Stretching my legs out, I began my journey to about the only place where I knew I could snag free food.

It took a couple of minutes, but I managed to locate Sugarcube Corner despite not knowing where the hell anything in this town was. Quite frankly, it was a maze once you got into the apartment district, and every turn only lead you down another alley to more homes. The pony who planned this out must have had some sort of mad-cow disease. I stopped. Wait, can I get mad cow disease?

I shook my head at the thought and stepped into the tiny shop, hearing the ring of a familiar tiny bell above me. I was greeted with the smell of freshly baked treats, the creepy smile on Mr. Cake’s face, and… everypony’s eyes staring at me. I mean, literally, all the mares in the room were just gaping at me. They all seemed… surprised, more or less. But not the good kind of surprise. One mare in the corner even pulled her foal back from getting too close to me.

“Umm… h-hello,” I bleated out. I noticed a stutter in my voice, but I don’t think it was from speaking in front of a bunch of cock-eyed ponies. It was probably more from the… well, I have no idea which it was, but I was close to orgasming. A shiver ran up my spine and I slowly made my way to the kitchen door. Oh god, oh god. Why is this so hot to me? Please don’t let me cum right now. I felt my walls clench. Umm, pretty please? My clit winked uncontrollably. Ah, shit.

I was only half-way through the room of ponies whose attentions were glued on me when I ejactulated a long, thick stream of mare-cum... along with what I assumed to be the six-inch long vibrator.

When I said that their mouths were gaping before, I think it had something to do with the foul sex smell I gave off. But their expressions of surprise were nothing compared to their faces once they saw me shoot a gallon of fluid and a fake-penis from my behind. We all kind of stared at each other awkwardly for a minute, their jaws on the ground, me still basking in some sort of post-orgasm bliss.

“Uhh… I-I umm… hmm.” Carefully, as if nothing was wrong, I trotted over to the corner of the room and grabbed a large yellow sign that had the label ‘Warning, wet floor!’ across it, carried it back before depositing it on my mess. The dildo was pretty tricky to pick up with hooves so I decided to go the only other route I could. No magic = mouth.

I knew everyone’s attention was on me, but I didn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing that I was embarrassed. You know, yesterday a stallion was about two inches away from penetrating me in public, and nopony honestly looked like they gave a crap, but when I get caught with a tiny little vibrator in a restaurant, everypony acts like it’s the end of the world. I swear, pick a culture and stick to it. You don’t see humans doing this shit… Well, actually…

I broke my train of thought and departed toward the kitchen, passing by a smiling Mr. Cake, who decided it was a good idea to nip on my ear as I went by. “I knew you’d come back, my beautiful red-coated vixen.” He looked down at his belly to which I could see was spouting his long, black erection again. He raised his eyebrows in a playful manner and winked at me before opening the door to the back. “I’ll be back in about ten minutes and then I can help you with that problem of yours.” He smiled and closed the door, leaving me with a mix between the most horrified, most disgusted, most… slightly tempted face possible. No matter how horny I got, no matter how much I wanted to sit on his lap and have him pull my mane… I could never get over how much of a creep he is. I mean, seriously, he’s married but still tries to bang some stranger.

A pang of guilt welled within me. I kind of did that, didn’t I? A lot of times, actually. That sort of thing never really bothered me, but for some reason, I just felt awful. Do I always make the right decisions? Or do I let my dick choose for me? ...Or in this case, vagina? My concentration broke, however, once I heard the the rapid beating of a whisk on metal that made me realize why I came here in the first place.

Pinkie Pie was rearing on her hind legs, her front hooves mixing some ingredients in a bowl as she leaned against the countertop. I didn’t think she heard me enter because I wasn’t greeted with the usual jovial tackle and cacophony of giggles.

Realizing I still had a cum-covered vibrator in my mouth, I walked over to the counter and spat it down. I turned back to my marefriend. “Morning, Pinkie! You mind if I get something to eat? I’ve gotta get out of here in the next nine minutes before… let’s just say I have to go in the next nine minutes.” I looked behind me to make sure I wasn’t about to be pounced on by a sweaty, middle aged, candy-striping stallion with a cock as long as my foreleg. Pinkie didn’t respond.

I took a step closer. “Pinkie, I said ‘good morning’.” No response. Umm, okay… what’s...? “Uhh, Pinkie, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking?” Her tail flicked a bit, but her gaze remained stoic. I took a few more steps until I was right next to her. “Pinkie… are you mad at me?” Her eyes flashed towards me, but quickly jumped back to her work. Yup, she’s definitely mad at me. I thought for a moment at what it might have been. Yesterday, I walked in and she tackled me, as usual. Then we started to have sex, as usual. And then we said goodbye and…

“Oh, shit! The date!” I leapt in fear. “Pinkie, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I completely forgot about…” She moved away from me as I sputtered on. “Hey, wait, where are you going?” She answered my question by stopping in front of the oven and opening the door. She slid the pan in, set the dial, and returned to the counter where she primed another bowl to be mixed.

“Pinkie,” I said. “Please understand, I just… something came up and I couldn’t make it.” I lied straight through my teeth, but I couldn’t tell if she knew or not. She just kept staring off into space, a stinging look of disappointment reminding me just how stupid I could really be. I couldn’t tell her the truth. What would she have thought if I said that I had slept with one of her best friends when I should have been taking her to dinner? Again, I knew next to nothing about real Equestrian culture, other than the show and the fact that they love sex, but this feels like one of those universal ‘bad’ things.

I nuzzled her neck in the most delicate way I could. “Come on… I’m sorry I lied. Please? Please just say you forgive me?” The only reply I got was a fiercer whisking of cookie ingredients coalescing into a rough, chocolate chip paste. I nuzzled her again. “Pleeeaaassse?” That was it. I was begging like a pet.

I tried my best to look as sincere as I possibly could, forging puppy-dog eyes, raising my hooves in a way my companion, Buddy, used to do in order to get food from the kitchen table, and drooping my ears down around my head. I whimpered. “Come on, Pinkie. Pwease forgive me?” This time she stopped what she was doing, much to my surprise. Though, I almost wished she hadn’t. Her gaze was so cold, it could freeze a lake, and her muzzle was doing something I hadn’t even thought it was capable of. She wasn’t smiling.

“You should go talk to Twilight,” she snapped. My brow furrowed and I tilted my head in confusion.

“Twilight? Why would I-” Oh shit... I thought she already knew that the foal was mine. “Pinkie… I thought you knew. I-I had no idea…”

“Just drop it, okay?” she snapped. “Now, go to Twilight, and thanks for being considerate enough to show up… TWELVE HOURS LATE!” She yelled loud enough to be heard through the entire restaurant, I’m sure. My ears were ringing from just being so close.

I looked up at her, my eyes really on the verge of tears, and my ears pinned against my head. But I wasn’t the only one feeling sad. Pinkie collapsed onto her haunches, sobbing into the ground as I watched from a few feet away. Her hair was gradually losing its frizz, and her complexion was turning whiter by the second.

Did I do this? Why did I… oh right, cause I’m an idiot. My left forehoof raised and gently touched her on the shoulder. She shuddered from my touch and pushed my hoof away, hurting me in a way I didn’t even think possible. I stood in silence as my insides tried burning their way out of my body. She was in pain, and because of that I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Guilt.

I threw myself toward her and swooped her up in as tight a hug as I possibly could. She tried to push me away, but I refused to let go. There was no way I would let her frown; not while I had anything to say about it. Her protests ceased and I felt relief when her forelegs wrapped around me in a tight embrace. I heard her muffled sobs in my coat and felt my own eyes begin to water.

For a moment, we just sat there in each other’s company. She had stopped crying, but every now and then she would suck in her runny snout. I caressed her back and whispered into her ear. “I’m sorry, Pinkie. I’ve been such an idiot; I’m sorry.”

Her head tore away from its contemplative gaze as she locked eyes with me. Her lips began to turn up and form that thing she had gone too long without. She smiled.

“Do you… really mean it?”

I stared at her and her bloodshot eyes. “Of course, Pinkie Pie.” I said, pulling her into a deep kiss. “I would never hurt you on purpose. I was just… stupid.”

Our lips brushed against each other, but our tongues remained in their mouths. I don’t know why she didn’t start anything right then and there, because I knew we were both in heat. But I know why I didn’t, and maybe she was thinking the same thing. For the first time I had known her, I was being romantic. And not the “take you from behind until you squeal like a pig” romance. No, I think for the first time in this land of what I thought were fake, made-up ponies, I felt something real.

We separated, and hugged once more.

“Awww!” My eyes shot open and both of our attentions were brought to the door to the restaurant where a rather heavy looking teal mare stood smiling. I blushed profusely, and Pinkie was probably blushing too. “You two look so cute together! She’s so romantic, Pinkie. I’m glad you finally got over that stallion that left all those months ago.” That gut wrenching guilt feeling came back. Why does Pinkie put up with me? I’m awful at this. “Plus, I had no idea you liked mares!”

“Uhh, thank you very much, Mrs. Cake! I... uhh, need to get back to work now,” Pinkie said. The mare by the door beamed brightly before turning back around and heading into the restaurant. Pinkie moved away from me and back to the counter where she picked up where she left off on her whisking duties. I stood up and made my way over to her.

I kissed her on the cheek. “Are you alright?” I whispered. She grinned back at me, her hair as poofy as I remember it being and her fur the usual hot pink. I smiled back. “Good. Now please, let me make it up to you?” She nodded. “Dinner tonight, this time at an actual restaurant?” She shook her head and my heart nearly stopped.

“Actually, I have to work late tonight. What about tomorrow?” Relief passed over me.

“I think that’ll work.” We kissed each other again and I backed away. “Alright, well I’ll pick you up at seven?” She nodded. “Seven it is, then.” I turned around to leave, grabbing a couple cupcakes off the counter and stuffing them in my mouth. It wasn’t a proper meal, but it would have to do until I could get some bits. I made a move to the door, but I was stopped by the sound of a metal bowl colliding with the counter.

“Oh my gosh, I almost forgot!” Pinkie gasped before turning her head. “Hey, Brian… try not to stop by Twilight’s house today. Oh, and if you do see her, tell her I said everything is A-Okay.” She beamed her full set of teeth at me, but I wasn’t exactly sure what to think.

“... Alright. Sure thing.”

“Okey-dokey-lokey!” She returned to her work and I pushed back through the door to the restaurant. No sign of Mr. Cake, but those ponies from earlier still remembered me, that was for sure. Their eyes were mixed between bewildered stares and disappointed gazes. Almost as if what I had done earlier was weird or something. I rolled my eyes. Please, you guys are the craziest, most sex-driven, kinkiest species I’ve ever seen, and I should know; I’ve been to San Francisco before.

I pushed my way through a small line that had formed at the counter and moved toward the front door, being careful not to slip on the mess I made earlier. Somepony should really clean that up. It smells like sex in here.

The door opened, and I was once again greeted with the pleasant, fresh smelling scent of the town of Ponyville. When I first got here, it smelled like a straight up barnyard stable. And I find it hard to believe that it’s just because we’re ponies. In fact, the entire time I’ve been here, I’ve only seen like two bathrooms. Where the hell does everypony do their business? Anyway, after a while, I kinda got used to it. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was one of them now.

My heart jumped for a minute as a pleasant feeling washed over me. I was one of them now. I wasn’t a human anymore, I didn’t have hands (which sucks, but whatever), I didn’t have canines anymore (again, that really sucks cause of the no meat thing), and I didn’t have a job anymore. I stopped, realizing my pitfall. I need a job, don’t I?

I thought about all the possible occupations I knew of, which amounted to about one thing… and it was bucking apple trees at Applejack’s farm. The farm in which I didn’t intend on visiting for quite some time. There was also… well, I couldn’t think of anything else really. I’m sure I could have done some odd jobs for cash, but honestly, I’m the definition of unskilled… unless fucking is a skill. Oh, and that’s just perfect because I can’t even do that now. I’d need a dick, and this thing in-between my legs is not going to be penetrated by a complete stranger… unless I’ve seen them on the show.

Hey, you gotta draw the line somewhere, right?

I started my way towards town hall, the place where I would surely be able to get some ideas. But then again, who the hell knows what I’d find? Maybe a bear will attack me, or perhaps there will be one of those casual orgies I’ve heard so much about. I could be shot! Do they even have guns here? Well, I guess I’ll find out after I wake up in the hospital.

I wasn’t exactly angry, but I wasn’t happy either. I hate to say it, but maybe I was getting a little homesick… or bodysick. I’d never gone that long without a dick in my life before, and honestly, I had never gone any length of time without a dick before. It wasn’t unpleasant, and sex felt freakin’ amazing! But it was like I was missing something, like I wasn’t complete.

A cacophony of loud noises broke my concentration and my mind was brought back to reality. The loud thuds and yells came from behind me, and I turned around to see what all the commotion was. A large wagon-type vehicle stood about ten feet away from me, hitched onto a large, gray, stallion pegasus with a set of gold armor on. He was serious, and from the looks of his apparel, one of Celestia’s guards.

“Halt! Halt, you!” I looked around for the one they were pointing at, but everypony I saw was looking right back at me. It was like they didn’t know who was getting arrested either. That sucks for that poor bastard, hehe. “Submit, or we will take you by force!”

I finally noticed the stallion that was making all the noise: a short fellow with a stocky frame and special armor. He was trotting in my direction with two taller guards flanking him. He stopped ten feet away and we stared at each other. I furrowed my brow. “Umm, can I help you?” I asked in the kindest way possible. I turned my head and got a look behind me, realizing that I was the only pony standing in the street at this point. Motherfu-

“Relinquish your weapons, and we will not harm you.” I stared at him with a bewildered look.

“Uhh, what? What do you mean weapons?”

“Ma’am, if you do not put down your weapons, we will be forced to subdue you by any means necessary!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

“Ma’am, do as you’re told and put down the weapons!”

Christ, is this guy serious? What the hell? “Dude, I don’t have any weapons! Where would I put them? In my tactical vagina?!” He gasped at my statement, looking as if he really didn’t know what to do. But then the bastard figured it out.

“Take her down boys, she’s resisting arrest.” Before I knew it, they were on me like flies to a bug zapper. I was pummeled to the ground, laying on my stomach as two stallions worked me over in a way that I didn’t want to be worked over. Nope, nothing but unpleasant grunts as they tried to slip some shackles on my front hooves. This is not the kind of stuff I’m into.

After my pathetic attempts to escape the burly guards, I was tossed into the middle of their wagon and huddled into the center as they all sat around me on the benches. The doors shut behind them and I felt the wagon start to accelerate until everything became all smooth.

Well… this is certainly happening. I stared at the guards trying to give them one of my evil glares, but none of them gave me any attention. We all kind of just sat there in awkward silence as a heavy wind screamed outside.

Things got boring, so my mind started to wander. Pinkie sure was sad earlier… I hope she feels better. We hit another bump and a shiver went up my spine as my glistening sex felt the soft rumbles of the floorboard beneath me, stimulating my new nub. Ooh, this feels good. Vibrations continued to shake my clit in a way that reminded me of my night with Rainbow the night before.

“Ahh.” I let out a small, feminine moan, catching the side glances of a couple guards. Their eyes instantly shot back to forward stares, but I licked my lips. It seemed as though I had found a new game to play. I rolled over out of a sitting position until I was laying down, legs out in front of me. This caught another few glances from three of the five guards within the cabin, trapping their attention permanently.

I gave a sultry smile and spread my legs out, revealing my soaked pussy to the squad of stallions, their eyes widening as I did so. Heh, I guess they’ve never seen a prisoner do this. I lowered my hooves down and gently rubbed circle around my lips, causing a wet, squelching noise to permeate through the air. “Ahh,” I moaned again, drawing the rest of their attentions.

But that’s not all the attention I was garnering, because five slightly smaller guards stood at attention, saluting me with flaring heads and compulsive twitches. That’s right, you want to mount me, don’t you? I’ve been a bad, bad mare, and you’re here to make me squeal until I squirt all over your cocks, right? My mind was livid with the image of me being torn apart by five stallions, each fighting for a chance to jam their dick into my dripping cunt. I almost came just thinking about it.

One of the guards moved to start rubbing his giant, equine cock with a hoof, but the commanding officer shot him a look. It was too late though. The guard only needed to touch his cock before streams of cum shot out, some landing across my folds, while the rest landing on the guard nearest to me. When I say came, I mean, he came! I thought I was a fire hydrant back when I was male, but jesus, this guy had a hair trigger attached to a fire hose. Nopony made a sound except for my moans as I rubbed his delicious seed across my cunt. It was warm and sticky, just the way I liked it. I gave it a lick, and my tongue met a pleasant, tangy taste that I wanted more of. Maybe if I get them to touch themselves, they’ll cum on me.

My fantasy continued. And just when I’m about to scream from your huge dicks tearing me apart, one of you will jam your cock into my mouth and I’ll suck it off. I shuddered at the thought of giving another guy a blowjob, but it felt too good not to think about it. I kept going, rubbing myself harder. Eventually, you’ll have me standing in between two of you, and I’ll be sandwiched. My pussy spasmed hard, pleading for something to stroke its walls on the inside. If only I hadn’t left the vibrator back at Sugarcube Corner.

Another stallion reached down and barely grazed his member, but even so, it began erupting that precious liquid I wanted more of. I opened my mouth as the strand shot into my face. I managed to catch a little in my mouth, but it was all over me. It tasted delicious, and that sweet musk was filling my nose and making me want to suck them off even more. Suddenly, another stallion twitched, but this time, he didn’t even make a move for his cock. Instead, he clenched his body as he ejaculated. He didn’t even touch himself and he came!

“Alright, men.” the commanding officer said. I almost sighed realizing that he wasn’t going to let any more of the guards shoot their loads. “You can look, but no touching her.”

“Huh?” I said, getting blasted with more cum from a stallion to my left. They were all vigorously masturbating around me, occasionally cumming onto my red coat before going back. All the while, I kept rubbing myself and licking the semen from my coat. For a moment I thought about how I used to be a guy and that what I was doing was wrong, but… fuck it, this is too hot. I rubbed even harder against my clit, practically screaming, all the while I tried catching as much cum in the air as I could from the stallions around me.

My thoughts kept going, thinking of the pleasurable humping I could have. Two of you will lift me up and lower me onto both of those flared dicks of yours, one in my ass and the other in my cunt. Or maybe… both in my cunt. I licked my lips. Yeah, and then while both of you are cumming inside me, another one will be ramming his cock deeper into my throat, spurting into my stomach while the other two clop in the corner.

“AHH!” I shouted, ejaculating on one of the legs to the guards. The stream of liquid was thick and plentiful. It was only outmatched by two more strands of stallion juice landing across my stomach just as I came. I panted heavily and laid back, completely worn out and covered in jizz. My eyes cracked open, half-expecting to see a line of stallions to fuck me. But sadly, they remained seated, having broken their stares and returning to their duty. I kinda felt bad for the guys. I know I don’t have the resolve to see a mare masterbate in front of me and just let them go. No, I would have been in her faster than you could say: “Hey, what the hell is that mare doing?”

Even the one I shot my juices on remained stoic, staring in front of him at nothing really. Almost all of them had a trail of thick, creamy cum flowing from their cocks and onto me. It looked so tasty, it’s all I could do not to try and break from my binds and lick every last one of their tips clean.

The wagon began to rumble again as I realized we had landed at our destination. I was most definitely in Canterlot, given the wind speed from outside, and the total distance covered took less than about five times the length it took to get from one side of Ponyville to the other… Actually, it was just a guess, but an educated one. It doesn’t take a brainiac to put two and two together. And it turned out, I was dead on.

The wagon doors opened and I was quickly rushed out to meet the gaze of several wealthy looking unicorns. I must say, they looked rather spiffy in their little top hats and dress coats. Even their hooves were polished and shined to match their level of richness. And me? Well, I looked like an absolute slob. One, from the looks I was getting, I still smelled like cum; two, my crotch and half of my coat was decorated with some random guards’ semen; and three, I was dressed in what most people would call prison garb. And something tells me that “prison bitch” is not the new style ‘round these parts.

Cold water flowed onto me as I yelped in surprise. One of the guards had taken a bucket of water and decided that now was “shower time”. I guess if he presented me to the the princess while I was covered in stallion butter, they might be in a little bit of trouble. I felt a hard nudge as I was ushered forward, the clinking of my chains following me as I trotted along. The guards certainly weren’t being very appreciative of the show I just put on for them. I mean, it’s not every day a mare masturbates for you, right? But then again, what do I know. It could happen every morning before breakfast. ‘Hey, honey, ready for work? Did you pack a lunch? Wanna watch me rub myself while I moan your name?’ Fucking ponies…

I was herded into what I assumed to be the castle, given the huge, cathedral-like doors in front. The inside was actually very modern looking compared to the outer walls. New furniture decorated the area, and new tapestries festooned the air. The carpets were velvet red and the thrones were absolutely gorgeous. I’m not sure if being a mare affected me in terms of decor appreciation, but I was impressed by the interior design. Part of me wanted to ask where I could buy some of the furniture for a house I didn’t own.

“Take off her chains, and then you may leave, guards. This is a private matter that only I can attend to.” The voice was loud, but regal, belonging to the tall, white mare sitting on one of the thrones. Her multi-hued mane flowed in a non-existent wind, and her golden accessories twinkled with sunlight. Her eyes were soft and happy looking, and her muzzle was expressionless. Her stomach was bulging out quite a bit, probably… Oh... shit. Oh shit! Oh shit, oh shit!

Words cannot express the feeling of horror I was experiencing just then. She was pregnant… and we… but I… and she…

“Well, fuck me…” I said, catching the princess off guard. It was only us in the room at that point and I’m not sure the first thing she expected me to say sounded like an invitation to mount me.

“What did you say, my little pony?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

I stammered. “Err, I uhh… I said ‘hello Princess Celestia’.” Oh god, not even I would believe that bullshit. She stared at me for a moment.

“Oh, well then. Hello to you as well.” She broke into a smile and I relaxed a little bit. Hey, maybe I’m not so bad at lying after all. “I bet you are wondering why I summoned you here, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Well, you see, I have been searching for a red pony without a cutie mark for quite some time.” I gulped. “But it seems as though my guards may have made a mistake. You see, I’m looking for a stallion, not a mare.” She let out a chuckle, and I did my best to give one too.

“But…” she said as my heart skipped a beat, “I was wondering if you knew the one I am searching for. It is quite odd that you share such a resemblance. He’s a pegasus though, and you’re clearly not. But… perhaps you are related. Tell me, have you ever encountered a pony that goes by the name Brian?”

I was getting ready to lie. I prepared myself to blurt out whatever the first thing that came to my mind was, regardless of what it was. But that’s the thing: I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t let myself keep lying, especially to the most powerful being in the whole country, if not the world! I took in a deep breath. I was done with it.

“A-actually,” I stuttered. She looked at me pensively. “I, uhh… I…” It was harder than I thought it would be, especially with the thought of armored guards in the next room. I cleared my throat. “It’s me. I’m Brian.” I shut my eyes and knelt onto the ground in a bowing posture. I didn’t dare look up into her eyes, afraid of the flaming intensity that the sun could bring down on me. I was the one who got her pregnant, and I was the one who left without saying anything. I could only assume what the press was saying about her in the papers, and she didn’t have any explanation to give them about the father.

My legs trembled and I heard the soft noise of hooves clopping against the ground. They were slow, but steady, and they were coming closer. Finally, I felt them stop in front of me. “Rise,” she said in a booming voice. I obliged, shakily standing up and lifting my head to meet her gaze.

We kissed. Or rather, she threw her lips onto mine. For a moment, I had no idea what was going on, but I hardly cared. Believe me when I say that I’m not one to usually turn down affection unless you’re a rapist or a creepy, old confectioner who is married, yet still finds the time to show off his dick to a girl that’s probably half his age. Our lips smacked together, and our tongues danced in each others mouths. The ruler of all Equestria shoved her tongue deeper into my muzzle, almost grazing the back of my throat. Erotically speaking, it was heavy, doc.

We broke away, a strand of saliva trailing between us. She giggled. “I’m so glad I found you. You have no idea how many guards I sent out. They’d been to Trottingham and the Griffon Kingdom, all to find where you were. At first I thought you left because…”

I nuzzled her softly, caressing my hoof against her belly. “You thought what?”

She looked up at me with sad eyes. “I thought… that you didn’t want to see me again…” She drooped down and didn’t look me in the eye. I was sort of taken back. Here I was afraid of the mare who I thought would simply throw me in a dungeon for what I did. But then this happened… and I realized something. No matter how the fandom had portrayed Celestia, no matter how high a pedestal she was put on, no matter any of that, she was still just a pony. Sure, she was old and wise, but she was still a mare. And these past couple days have sort of put me in touch with a feminine side I didn’t even know I had. I understood her.

“Hey,” I said, lifting her chin with a hoof. “I didn’t leave because I thought you were ugly. I left because I was forced to.” She smiled a bit. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you before it happened, though. The mare that brought me here sent me back before I could tell anypony where I was going.”

Celestia furrowed her brow at this. “Who sent you back?”

“Oh, uhh, it doesn’t really matter any more, does it?”

She set a hoof on my shoulder. “Yes, it does matter. Give me the name.” Her voice transferred a little more force than earlier. It almost scared me a little.

I was a bit reluctant to answer, but… “Trixie Lulamoon,” I said, softly. “She’s a traveling performer that stops into Ponyville occasionally.” Celestia seemed to mull it over for a second before kissing me again on the lips. Thank god nopony was in here other than me and her, because she was downright going to town on some mare. Could royalty be homosexual? Huh…

We broke the kiss and Celestia motioned for me to follow her to the nearest door. She opened it with her magic and I stepped through. She waddled a bit as we made our way down a long passageway. Her voice interrupted the sound of our hooves clopping against cobblestone. “So you were sent back to your old world, correct?” I nodded. Wait, hold on a second.

“How did you know I wasn’t from Equestria?” I looked up to her curiously, but she hardly slowed her steady pace.

“Oh, Twilight told me all about you. She said that you weren’t from here and that you used to be something called a ‘human’. And then she talked about how wonderful you were and how she wanted to be with you…” she trailed off, smirking at me. I blushed. “And she was right, of course. You’re so well mannered for a stallion, and you really knew how to be delicate when we… you know.” I blushed even more, my face probably turning a darker red than my coat.

My mind went back to the instance Celestia and I had our little night of fun. It had taken a while to sneak into the castle, but I found a rather… unruly method that ended up working. Thanks to wings given to me by Trixie, mind you. I found her alone in her room, working on some letters to send to who I guessed was Twilight, but I wasn’t completely sure. In my mind, I was debating whether or not to take the plunge. I mean, all the other mares I had banged that day had just been regular ponies, but she… she was an alicorn and a princess. Not really something you’d want to piss off.

But then I smelled it. That intoxicating, delicious scent that tugged at my sheathe until my equine manhood peeked out to get a whiff of it too. That was all the incentive I needed.

I trotted in and without saying a word, came over, and began to get her into the mood. At first she started to protest, but then in a bashful moment when I licked her nose, her face turned red and let me continue my little show. I nipped at her ears and nuzzled her neck, all the while she blushed a deep red. Though, she wasn’t saying anything either. It took some nudging, but she finally laid down on her back, and I began to lick at her folds and suck on her clit. Moans that sounded like they had been suppressed for centuries were released into the air, alerting the guards to my presence. At first they tried to drag me off of her, but Celestia quickly put a stop to that. She told them that I wasn’t hurting her and that they should leave before she got angry.

The guards left and we went back to our fun, this time me standing behind her and her face on a pillow. Contrary to what I thought, her pussy wasn’t old and stretched like I expected it to be. Instead it looked something along the lines of Twilight and one of her friends: healthy and begging to be stuffed. I practically came when I crammed myself into her as her muscles beared down around me. For a pony who was somewhere over 1000 years old, her pussy was tight.

I humped the Princess of Equestria for a few minutes, trying my best not to blow my load in her before she got off. Which, from the sound of things, happened several times over the course of our fun. Every time my medial ring passed by her lips, she shuddered, and to my surprise, my flare was bottoming out. She may seem bigger on the outside, but on the inside, she was just the same as any other mare.

She cried out in what was her third orgasm, and I hilted inside her, spraying strand after strand of stallion cream into her cunt. My cock flared and created a barrier to contain my seed, but even so, it ended up leaking out of her hole and onto my cock. We both breathed hard for a minute, keeping in the exact penetrated position to prolong the pleasure. Eventually, I pulled out and we slept together in a pool of our juices. She was the big spoon and I was the little spoon because of her huge body frame, but it was still comfortable. The next morning we had a little more fun before I went back to Ponyville. I told her that I would return sometime, but little did I know, I would only have one more day in Equestria before I was banned.

“Thank you, Princess,” I said.

She looked down at me. “Please,” she pointed at her stomach. “I think we’re past the point of formalities now.” She giggled, and I found myself giggling as well. “And I really must thank you for allowing me to have a chance to get to know my personal student on a more personal level. With our foals on the way, we finally had an excuse to do things together, like talk about names... and the father.”

“So,” she started, sounding as if she wanted to change topics. “Would you be so kind as to tell me why is it exactly that you are a mare?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, that…” The elephant in the room had finally been addressed, but it still felt surreal talking about it. “When Twilight brought me back here, the spell messed up somehow and I was transformed. Twilight’s looking for a cure right now, so it could be a few days until I go back to normal.”

Celestia seemed to mull over what I said for a moment, but then closed her eyes and gave an approving nod. “Of course, of course. Magic is quite tricky, you know.” I nodded back to her.

Suddenly I had an epiphany. “Wait! Could you change me back? I mean, you’re a princess. You’ve got to know a spell for just about anything at this point.”

She glared at me with the intensity of a supernova, and I realized my mistake. “Uhh, I mean, you’re not old! Who said you were old? Not me, that’s for sure. You don’t look a day over… 1000? Uhh… is it getting hot in here or is it just me?”

Celestia giggled, much to my surprise and relief. “It is quite alright, Brian. I’m only joking.” She gave me a wayward smile as she continued to waddle down the hallway.

“Hehe, I knew that…” Trollestia strikes again.

“However,” she said, “I am afraid that I cannot change you back. That duty is up to Twilight.” Her voice was soft and comforting, but stern at the same time. She couldn’t change me back, that much I knew. I wanted to ask why, but some things are better left alone. And plus, knowing Twilight, she had to get her lecturing skills from somepony, and odds are it would be her teacher. The last thing I wanted was another magic theory discussion.

We turned a corner and kept heading down the hallway, passing by multiple wooden doors that I had no idea where they led to. Thank god I was being guided or else I might have become lost in the castle fun-maze. “But I am certainly glad you showed up in Ponyville where one of my agents was able to identify you…” her eyes grew wide. “I mean, where one of my passing guards was able to notice a resemblance to your description.” I gawked at her but shook it off. “And now that you are here, I can finally take care of those nasty journalists who are always asking questions. Of course you can come and go as you like, but for certain events, I would like you to escort me as my mate.”

I nodded to her, accepting the terms of our agreement. It’s not like I had any other choice, but I’d like to think she was asking my permission. “Oh, and I would like you to have an active part in the child’s life, if you would. I know a strong father figure is important to a foal, so I would like our future prince/princess to have it. The last thing I want to happen is for it to end up like my horrible nephew Blueblood did.” She visibly shuddered, and a rather unhappy image popped into my head. I shook it off.

Finally, we stopped in front of a large, ornate door with decorations of suns and clouds across it. “And of course,” she said opening the door with her magic. “I expect a good amount of pleasure in exchange for that monthly stipend I’m giving you.” Inside the room was a large bedroom with a balcony. The bed was round with a very comfy looking golden comforter on top. The sunshine flowed in, illuminating golden decorations along the wall, and bathing the room in a brilliant aura. A pleasant breeze rolled in, and the curtains swayed back and forth in rhythmic pattern. The whole room was just absolutely-

Vrroooooommmmm!

“What the hell!” I jumped up from the sudden noise, cupping my ears so they wouldn’t go deaf. I looked up and what I saw, I almost couldn’t believe.

Vrroooom! Vroooomm!

“I-I… is that a...?”

“Why, yes,” she answered. “It is a chainsaw dildo.”

Author's Note

Hey everyone, thanks for reading! I can't say how sorry I am that you all had to wait so long for this chapter. These past two weeks I've been crazy busy and the last day or two have been the only times I've had to write. Next chapter, though, will come a lot faster, I assure you. And as a bonus, it's going to be one of the cloppiest chapters of the whole story! Stay tuned because hopefully, I'll have it up sometime this week. :)

Oh, and for any of you who can't stand Button's mom, I promise that she's not an actual character in the story. She was only a very bad idea for a cameo. My bad guys! Enjoy the story, though, and trust me when I tell you that I DO have an overlying story to go with this. It may seem like just fetish fuel, but I swear, there's a plot (both kinds).

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Vrooooom…

“Dear mother of God…” My eyes were rapt in ceaseless awe as I watched the levitating chainsaw sporting tiny tongues every few centimeters. They slowly moved around the chain every time it was revved.

“It’s a funny story how I came across one of these. An old dragon friend of mine was visiting for a border dispute when I caught her in her room with this thing. Needless to say, I won the dispute and the toy, hehe.” Her horn glowed and the chainsaw began roaring in a sexual frenzy, the tongues rotating at a faster pace than I thought possible. This thing really was meant to belong to a dragon. A tough, scaly vagina could take the abuse, but me? It would tear me apart!

“Umm… Celestia?” She was busy staring at the floating death sex-toy when I caught her attention. “I… can you put that thing away?” She looked at me disappointed.

“W-why? What’s wrong with it?” She revved it again and I jumped.

“Oh my god! That thing would fucking destroy me! Put it away!”

She sighed. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you want to try it out… Actually, please do if you get the urge. It’s been ages since I’ve had a good run with it, and I swear the after-use soreness is worth it.” My eyes remained firmly widened and I only allowed myself to ease up once the dildo was placed in a cupboard and locked up.

“Now.” Princess Celestia turned to me. “I have been thinking about this day for a long time, so I know just what to do. Granted, this will not be exactly what I had planned, but…” She surveyed me, obviously denoting my new mare body. “I think I can work with it.” She turned around, this time pulling open a drawer that I couldn’t quite see. “Alright, now I want you to get on the bed and lay down facing away from me.”

I was surprised by the command, but I quickly trotted over to her gigantic bed and jumped on the mattress. I laid down facing her balcony and curled up my limbs in a very natural way. Sometimes, being a pony is just so much more comfortable than being a human. There’s fur to keep you all warm, you can snuggle up in a little pony ball if you wanted to, and you can even fall asleep standing up! How fucking cool is that?

I heard the tell-tale sign of clip-clopping on the rug by the bed. My mind began to fantasize about what the white vixen had planned. It suddenly dawned on me: she was over 1000 years old. That… is a lot of experience. If Twilight knew a spell to enhance orgasms, what untold sexual prowess might the mare who probably taught her what a penis was in the first place have.

The bed creaked as the heavier frame climbed up, making me quiver in anticipation. My body leaned backwards as she came up on me.

Suddenly, I felt a nuzzle on my cheek coming from behind. She whinnied and neighed above me until I realized what she was doing. I giggled. This was exactly what I had done to her when I found her alone last time. She timidly nuzzled me again before nipping at my ear. I blushed deeply. Now I was her mare.

I whinnied back to her and she neighed as if to scream ‘Yes!’. She did a little prance before we both settled down, nestled upon one another. Before I knew it, I was being flipped over, and my legs were spread out against either side of me. My dripping sex was exposed to the ruler of my fantasy kingdom, constantly winking as she had done in the past few days. Our eyes were locked before she started to ease herself down to my two new mounds located next to my pussy. I hadn’t given them all that much thought so I was excited to see what they would do exactly.

Her tongue wrapped around one of them as she gently started to suckle on my teats. Now this… certainly feels odd. Not bad, but just… different from the usual. Her hoof gently caressed the other while her teeth bit down a little on the one currently occupying her mouth. I involuntarily moaned as her sucking intensified. My boobs jiggled a little bit at her proddings, and my nipples began to ease into a pleasurable sensation that came from over 1000 years experience. I shuddered as she went in for another lick around the nip. My pussy was already starting to beg for its daily helping of dick having gotten a call from its neighboring nipples to say that a sexual storm was coming.

My needs would not go unmet, however. Celestia released my teats and licked her lips. My heartbeat soared as I watched her sultry smile disappear behind my two feminine mounds. Hot breath greeted my folds as I prepared myself for that feeling I had come to absolutely love. It was an addiction, but I hardly felt pressed to do something about it.

She was inside me, all… what felt like eight inches of equine tongue. It folded and rolled against my clenched walls, searching for a pot of gold that just wasn’t there.

“Ahhh!” I moaned loudly. What the hell was that? She stroked the same spot again, making me moan even louder. Scratch that, she did find gold in my pussy. Gold in the form of what I could only imagine was my G-spot. She chuckled against my pussy as she continued to slide her tongue across the one area that pleasured me more than anything I had previously felt.

“I’m… Ahhh,” I yelled, squirting a pint of liquid out of my cunt and onto Celestia’s face. She grinned triumphantly and wiped her muzzle across my flanks, scraping off the excess cum from her lips.

“Hehe,” she said. “You did not last as long as I had anticipated. Perhaps you have a little more colt left in you than you thought.” She giggled as she stood up on all fours over me.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to…” I said, but stopped after I noticed what was attached to her hips. In between her legs rested a two foot long dildo with a flared head and some decorative balls. It was much wider than the one Rainbow had used on me, but still manageable.

“I’m sorry, what was that,” she asked, sporting a snide grin.

I shook my head, my clit poking out of my lips every so often. “Nothing! Nothing at all!” I said calmly. “Please,” I motioned to my pussy with a hoof, “continue.”

Just as I requested, she went on. The bed creaked as her entire weight shifted over mine, creating a rather large dent in the mattress below us. She dipped her hips and I felt a familiar prodding against my thigh. A look of concentration draped her face as she searched for my opening. I was generous enough to help guide it in from there.

“Are you ready?” she asked, licking my nose.

“Definitely.”

With a single thrust she slid into me in a way that made me squeal with delight. No matter how much you got stuffed into you, it never really seemed to get old. It only got better, really. She pulled out of me and slammed back in, making me moan once again. My G-spot was flaring up again, and this time it was really getting rubbed.

I opened my eyes to find her staring at me, a sensual expression on her face. “Well, hey there,” she said, continuing to thrust into me. “Do you like your rutting?”

“Y-y-yesss,” I stuttered, seeing my breasts flop up and down against her strap-on. “Oh god, yes…”

She chuckled. “You don’t have to call me a god. I’m not one, you know.”

“No, I was just--” she slid into me again, this time hilting completely. I felt so full. “Ohhh, never mind. Just keep fucking me, please.” She giggled, but nevertheless, continued her thrusts.

“So, how has your stay in Equestria been this time around?” I looked up at her again. Really? Now is when you want to have a conversation about that?...Heh, kinky.

“A-alright, I-I guesssss, ohhh!” I moaned again, feeling her grind into me. “It’s… it’s def-finitely been, ah, eye opening to say the least.” She started to go at me a little faster, dragging me away from whatever I was thinking. Man, mares feel so much more when they’re being rutted.

“So you like being a mare, then?” she asked suddenly.

The question definitely surprised me, but it wasn’t really at the forefront of my mind. “Uhhh… oh god, yeah, it’s…” I bit my lip as she thrusted particularly hard into me. “It’s fucking fantastic! Pussies feel so good, I can’t even… can’t even describe it!” I was getting close to my second orgasm, that was for sure.

“So, you don’t want to turn back into a stallion? You want to stay a mare?” It was hard to think with her fake penis spreading my lips apart and stuffing me full. But even so, my mind was taken back. Did I want to stay a mare? I mean, this feeling was incredible, indescribable! Just the total feeling of being dominated seemed to make me shiver without even having to have something jammed into my slit. And then the penetration. Fuck, it was addicting. It felt like I had finally become aware that a part of me was missing, only to have it forcibly shoved up my plot until I came!

But then… then there was Applejack… and Twilight… and Celestia… and… and whoever else I somehow managed to get pregnant last time I was here. Which, by the way, I still wasn’t completely sure I had the whole list yet. I mean, I hadn’t even stopped by to see Fluttershy, and Vinyl Scratch was probably lying down in a puddle of her own cum underneath some stallion… or mare. I wasn’t completely sure I should take responsibility for that child, but then again, I don’t think any other stallion would either. It’s not like it’s a big deal, and I might as well seeing as though I had like five foals on the way already.

Her thrusts became stagnant as I realized my mind had drifted off somewhere away from the scene. My orgasm had dwindled down, and I was back at square one. “Are you alright?” she asked, ceasing her activity. “You seem distant.”

“I, uhh… you should keep going,” I said, reminding her of her task.

“You know what, I have a better idea.” Her horn flickered to life and suddenly the dildo began to vibrate, sending shivers down my spine. She bent all the way down, allowing the strap-on to fully immerse itself in my folds and her pregnant belly to rest on my stomach. She nestled herself on top of me and we cuddled together.

“So, you never answered my question. Would you like to keep this body, or get turned back into a stallion?” She repeated her question, but this time I remained focused on her.

“I’m not really sure. I guess I’d like to keep this body for the feeling, but I don’t know if I can abandon my old gender that easy. And then there’s the whole fact that I’m going to be a father, and I can’t let the kids go around not thinking that they have one.” The pleasant hum of the vibrator filled the silence as I let out a sigh, both of pleasure and worry. It was massaging my cervix as it dilated. Occasionally, my walls would bear down in response to the non-stop fucking.

“Hmm, it seems as though you have quite the decision to make, doesn’t it?”

I nodded. “Unless Twilight doesn’t find a cure, then yes.”

“So,” she said in a way that suggested she was changing the topic of conversation. “Have you given any thought to what you want your new name to be?” I looked up to her with a quizzical expression on my face.

“New name? Why do I need a new name?” She grinded a little into my cunt and I moaned softly. The sound of my female voice still felt strange to me, but whenever I moaned, it only made me more wet.

“Well, of course,” she said. “Brian is definitely more on the exotic side, and it isn’t exactly a good blending name. But if you are going to be my escort, I would like you to look the part in every way possible.”

I wanted to reply, but I gave it a quick thought. Do I want to change my name? I mean, it’s pretty much the only thing left of me after getting turned into a pony, especially counting the recent loss of genetalia. How easy is it to throw away every single thing I built, only to tear it all down and start over new? I sighed. I don’t know if I can.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “I really haven’t given much thought to it.”

“Well, it is just something to play around with. Don’t feel too rushed,” she said, slowly removing herself from me before going back in. Oh, this certainly feels excellent. “But other than that, has your stay in Equestria been satisfactory? No problems?”

My mind flashed back to the hour before I ended up in her bed. “Well, actually… there was the moment when your guards tackled me to the ground for no reason before throwing me in the back of a cart and bringing me here. Oh, and they all decided to give me a cum-shower, too.”

Celestia looked at me before bursting into a bout of laughter. I stared up at her with a bewildered expression. “Hahaha, they certainly are pent up these days, aren’t they?”

I gawked at her. “What? Pent up? Is that what you call that? Jerking off onto their prisoner is just being a little pent up?!” My gaze softened as I continued my rant. “I mean, it wasn’t all that bad… but still, it’s the principle of the matter!”

“So it wasn’t all bad? You mean to tell me that you like being showered in cum?”

I let my head rest against the comforter as I enjoyed the vibrations. “I-I… I guess I did.”

“Did you want them to mount you?” she asked abruptly.

I looked back into her serious eyes and thought for a moment. Did I really want to be mounted by a stallion? I mean, if I really intended on joining my old sex back, would I really want to be screwed by one? I spoke. “Absolutely.”

She pulled out of my pussy, leaving the lips stretched out and my hole pulsing for more. “Well, that’s all I had to hear.” I yearned to be penetrated again and feel that pleasurable stuffing of my cunt as it gobbled up her dildo, but I waited for what she was going to do. She poked her head outside the door and whispered something. Her neck tilted back and she smiled at me. “Come on in, boys!”

The door opened completely, revealing what looked to be six guards followed by a midnight princess that I had yet to meet in person. Each of them had a stoic expression on his face as they stood at attention, waiting for their orders. Celestia looked at me and waited.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Pick.” I suddenly realized that the whole room was waiting for me to make a move. Both Celestia and Luna watched me intently to scrutinize my choice. I trotted over to the band of stallions, all waiting to be judged like common breeding stock. I saw a few had already begun sporting some pretty hefty erections. They were all twitching with anticipation, pre-cum dripping from some of them already. The stallion closest to me, a unicorn, was a little bit smaller than Big Mac, but what he lost in length, he made up for in girth. Very healthy, if you ask me. I leaned down underneath him to get myself a sample whiff before I made my decision. He was musky alright, but no where near the smell I was searching for. I booped him on the head of his shaft to give him a little surprise before continuing on with my search.

The next stallion was a little bit bigger, definitely a good size. He had a string of pre-coming from his tiny hole and oozing to the ground. I leaned in to smell him and I was pleasantly greeted with the most intense scent that I had ever smelled. I don’t know why I was choosing to use smell over sight, but for some reason it felt instinctually right.

“This one,” I said, licking his tip. He shivered a bit from my contact. “Yup, definitely this one.” I let myself stand back up and looked back at Celestia for approval. Instead, I was only met with a frown.

“Just one?” she asked. “Don’t you want another? There’s two for each of us.” I looked at the other princess who was giving me a ‘go ahead’ motion to pick another. I smiled.

“Of course.” I turned back around and continued my search. I passed by a smaller stallion and completely ceased motion once I saw the guard next to him. He was a behemoth, to say the least. I even think he might have been bigger than Big Mac had they been standing next to each other. The only reason I could tear myself away from his very masculine frame was to get a glimpse of what he had below.

My eyes peered down, expecting a humongous schlong bigger than my hoof. “Huh?” I said. “HAHA-” I shut my mouth by jamming a hoof into it. His dick was not only the smallest penis I had seen in Equestria since I’d been here, but I was honestly bigger than this guy when I was a human! I struggled to keep myself in check and moved onto the next stallion. The large stallion’s face, however, was a deep shade of red. I wondered if the others teased him about it, or actually, why the princesses had chosen him for this task. I mean, these spots should be reserved for Equestria’s finest!

The next stallion was in between sizes from the first and the second, a stoic expression adorning his face. I bent down to examine his cock which was very well sized, if I do say so myself. Gently, I lowered my head and took the tip of his flared dick in my mouth, licking the pre-cum clean off. He shuddered and I let him go. “This one is good,” I said, backing up to observe my two prizes. “You,” I said to the stallion from earlier, “and you,” I said to the one I just sucked on. “Come with me.”

They flanked either side of me and I smiled at Celestia as I passed by. She seemed a bit disappointed, but that must be because I snagged one of her favorite toys. Well, he was mine and there was nothing she could do about it. We made it over to the bed and I looked at them.

“Alright,” I said, thinking about what way I should take this from. “I want you,” I pointed to the smaller stallion, “with your ass against the bed.” He did as he was told. “And you,” I pointed to the other, “...mount me. Mount me like your life depends on it.” I trotted over to the one standing against the bed and slid my head underneath him. His cock was inches away from my face, and that erotic aroma was slapping me like a dead fish. An erotic, dead fish.

I took the tip of his flared dick in my mouth, savoring the alien taste. I had never actually sucked a cock before, but it was just heavenly. I felt two hooves land on either side of my flank, and a large, heavy rod began to hit either side of my legs. I moaned at the feeling of being taken from two angles by two stallions. Huh, this will actually be my first time with a stallion… to completion.

The stallion behind me reared back, and his thick member began prodding in search of my pussy. I shuddered as he found his mark. I felt him penetrate me as he began to hump me into submission. “Mmmffff,” I moaned into the stallion’s cock as if it were a fleshy microphone. He gasped in surprise and I realized what he was about to do. His body tightened up, his head began to flare, and his hooves were busy pushing my head down onto his crotch. My lips were about to meet his balls…

Oh shit! Where are his balls? He groaned and suddenly, I felt a warm fluid begin pouring down my throat in torrents. Shot after shot, his sticky cum traveled down my pipes and into my stomach. Finally, he let go and I was able to look up at him, a string of cum dripping from my lip to his cock. “What the hell happened to your nuts?!”

I suddenly realized how loud I was when everypony in the room turned their attention to me. Celestia was busy being screwed by a guard while she yanked off another with her hooves. And for some reason, Luna had her two guards fucking each other while she rubbed her sopping mound. Odd, but I guess I understand since she’s 1000 years old. Eventually, everything would get boring, right?

I wondered if princesses could go into heat or not, and from the look of that spreading puddle underneath her, I would have said yes. She even gave a little squirt like I had been doing all day over Ponyville. I almost giggled as I realized my scent would be driving all of the stallions crazy when they couldn’t find me. Hehe, there probably isn’t a single flaccid cock in town right now. Especially Mr. Cake’s.

“They’re geldings, dear. We had their testicles removed so this doesn’t happen.” She pointed a hoof down at her stomach which was still bulging quite a bit. I have no idea why I thought it wouldn’t be, but I guess I got caught up in the moment.

“Oh,” I said, turning back to the stallion I just sucked off. “Sorry, dude, that must really suck.”

He let out a chuckle before prodding my lips with his shaft. “Not really. It’s totally worth it.” He wanted me to open up for round two, but I had a better idea.

“Lay down on the bed,” I commanded. He obliged and rested on his back, allowing his long erection to bob back and forth from shear weight. I would’ve thought that it might take a little longer to recharge, but then again, this is all these guys do. At least, I think so. God, I hope she doesn’t neuter her entire guard.

“Alright,” I said turning my head to the stallion vigorously taking me from behind. “Mff, you, pull out so--” but I was too late. My spine shivered as I felt him burst his spermless seed into my pussy, his flared head preventing either of us from disconnecting before it was over. His ropes were shooting straight at my cervix which was probably greedily eating it until it was full. I wouldn’t be surprised if I were completely full before he was done. His head rested against me as he panted, having done his stallion duty. But, he was not done yet!

“Umm, now that you’ve… finished, I need you to pull out.” He nodded and slowly pulled all two feet of himself out of my rear, a messy ‘pop’ sounding with the final removal. Torrents of cum dripped out of me. It oozed out of me like a waterfall, all of its milky white staining the rug and my coat. It felt like I was missing something, but regardless, I made my way over to the stallion on the bed. “Now, let’s just do this…” I said, throwing my body over the one laying down, my cunt in his face. “Eat me out,” I commanded. “And you over there,” I pointed at the one with the hair trigger. “Fuck my ass.” Without hesitation, both performed their duty. I smiled at knowing that the one below me was licking me clean of his friends salty juices oozing from my ravaged cunt. He was eating my cream pie.

His tongue traced the outside of my lips, stretching me out as my marecum dribbled onto his muzzle. He was experienced, that was for sure, and I knew it must have been from many months of taking care of both princesses needs whenever they wanted them pleased. He may have been the reason Celestia looked so gloom when I trotted by. She wanted this amazing stallion for his magic tongue and gentle suckling powers that he mercilessly employed on my winking clit. I shivered as he delved into me deeper than I thought possible with a tongue. I always wondered how cunnilingus felt from a mare’s perspective, and now that I could feel it, I only wanted more. I’m sure he wasn’t enjoying the taste of his guard-friend’s cum, but I wasn’t about to let him stop. He’s lucky I don’t make him suck off his friend while I watch like Luna was doing. Actually... that doesn’t sound too bad.

My thoughts were interrupted, however, when I felt a gentle prodding along my plothole; a feeling that made me slightly nervous. Maybe it was a little bit of my stallion side coming through, but I was still reluctant to let something go into my ass. But it didn’t matter, he already began his slow descent into my anus, stretching me farther than I had ever been stretched. I groaned from the pain, but I refused to tell him to stop. My ass was gonna be fucked, dammit, and I wouldn’t let a little soreness get in the way of a happy prostate! Luckily, his dick was still covered in both of our cum because he managed to hilt all two feet of himself inside me relatively easy. He began his slow thrusting until I started moaning, and then he started going his regular speed.

My mind flashed to his friend underneath me, guaranteeing my orgasm if anal failed to push me over the edge. If only I could have seen things from his view. The stench of my heat in his nose, the erotic aroma of his friend’s cum dripping down his muzzle, and the sight of my ass getting fucked inches from his face, all the while I moaned into his dick. Yup, I’d say that he was having a pretty good time despite the fact I was giving him minimal attention.

Which reminds me… I took the head of his dick in my mouth and began to suck. He shuddered as I rolled my tongue against his tiny hole and around his flared cock. He was close, I could tell, but I refused to let him finish before I took him as deep as I possibly could. His shaft disappeared as it made its rocky trek past my gullet and into my throat. It took some crazy contortions, but I managed to hit my nose against his crotch. It was impossibly hard to breathe, but there was no way I would let him go without delivering that sweet nectar from his cock. I could already smell it on him; he was almost there. My tongue rolled around as much as it could in my already cramped mouth, and I felt his cock convulse inside me.

Suddenly, I felt something warm shoot into my behind, making me writhe in pleasure. He came inside me again, and this time it was a lot warmer than before. It was as if someone pumped me full of lava, and it was just melting me away from the inside out. I felt him pull out and heard a squishy pop from my ass. I could feel his cum oozing from my not so tight plothole and down to my pussy. If the stallion underneath me managed to clean all the cum from my cream pie, he was about to get a whole lot more, that was for sure.

And speaking of cum, the cock in my mouth flared and I felt his body clench up. If it weren’t for the meat in my mouth, I would have smiled like a school filly on her first day of class. I felt the cum travel up his dick and spurt long strands by the pint deep into my throat, filling my stomach up in the process. It continued for about a minute before he started to become flaccid and fell out of my mouth, now leaking with his splooge.

It must have sounded garbled because of how much liquid was pouring from my mouth, but I tried to say ‘Oh my god, you guys. That was the best.’ But my speech went unheard as I saw one of them raise their brow and shake his head. Hey, it wasn’t my fault I can’t speak with a cum-filled mouth.

“Ahem…” The voice came as a surprise to me as it didn’t sound masculine as the ones who were just humping me. I looked up. “Do you mind cleaning me up a little?” Celestia stood facing away from me, her tail raised to the left, and her cunt absolutely flooding with cum. I only nodded as she started to back herself up and lower herself onto my smiling face.

An inch away was the royal pussy. The lips were slightly stretched from some rough fucking she had just received, and the evidence of a finished job still lingered on her clit and slowly dribbled down her thigh. She had a cream pie, alright, and it was one that I had every intention of eating until it was all in my semen-filled belly. The stallion behind me decided that he was going to help a little in my quest to achieve orgasm, so he lifted my rear up a little and prodded my opening with his throbbing, lubed cock. His endurance astounded me, but I didn’t want to say anything. After all, you know what they say: incomprehensible, ear shattering moans speak louder than words.

He thrust inside me as my face scrunched against the princess’ sopping pussy. I brought my tongue into her lips and parted them to reveal her tiny, twitching hole. It tasted like the fresh cum that undoubtedly came from the first stallion I had observed in the lineup. It definitely smelled like him, and the taste was positively addicting.

I was close. So close, in fact, that my walls were beginning to bear down on the stallion’s cock. I needed his cum. I needed it more than anything I had ever needed in my entire life. There was a fire burning within me, and that hose of his was just about the only thing that would put it out. My lips nipped at Celestia’s cunt, eliciting a low moan from her. She was enjoying it as much as I was, and maybe I would be lucky enough to get her to squirt on my face.

The thrusts into my pussy were becoming more erratic and harder, just the way I liked it. It was like I was his and I had to do whatever he wanted me to. I was taking it like the dirty little mare I was, and he was the big, burly stallion that gave it to me. I was definitely a slut.

My winking pussy had had enough. My velvety insides clenched around his member in a vice grip, sucking it in farther to ensure my pregnancy when he came, and when he did, boy did he cum. His head flared, locking himself within me, and he started shooting his seed into the deepest depths of my pussy. My cervix was taking it all in and soon my womb was undoubtedly full from two times the amount of cum it was meant to hold. I was beginning to feel a little bulge in my belly already, as if I was already pregnant myself. I counted myself lucky, however. If there was just a little bit of sperm in his cum, I would undoubtedly become pregnant. I was positively overflowing with his stallion jam.

I hardly noticed the splash of cum to my face as I felt my own tsunami shoot out of my abused pussy. Celestia came buckets all over me and continued to do so as we both screamed in bestial pleasure. Her pussy winked violently and squirted into my lapping mouth, a little bit of her stallion’s cum thrown into the mixture for some salty taste. And I was sure the stallion underneath me was having a fantastic time because I felt his tongue lapping around my cunt with his friend still hilted inside me.

The room went dark. For a few moments, nopony moved, only our hard breathing and twitching sexes that would occasionally squirt, or in the case of the stallions, spurt a little more cum in the aftershock of our orgasms. Warm cum was pouring out of every single hole I had, and for some reason, it made me feel absolutely fulfilled.

“Hey,” I said, gurgling a mouth full of mare-cum and semen. “Who turned out the lights?” For a moment, nopony did anything, except for a Celestia whose face glowed yellow from the aura of her horn. Suddenly, the room became flooded with natural light as it had before.

“Sorry everypony, that was me again,” she answered to the whole room, breathing deeply. She turned to me.“That happens sometimes. Don’t worry, nothing is wrong. The only time it’s ever caused any problems was my first heat, but you know how that goes, right?” I stared blankly at her sly grin and nodded.

So the sun goes down when she cums… interesting.

I let myself slump down and lay my head right next to the stallion’s still erect dick, smiling with a goofy, semen-filled grin. And it seemed that a few of the others were having similar ideas. One by one, Celestia, Luna, and a couple guards all hopped onto the royal sized bed and began situating themselves into different positions. Two guards sat on their backs, allowing their thick cocks to slap against their stomachs while the princesses laid on top of them. Carefully, they both allowed themselves to let the members slide into them and slumped down on top of the guards. They snuggled up to their stallions in what I can assume was one of the most comfortable positions possible and gave them a kiss before closing their eyes, still penetrated by their male lovers.

I decided that their idea was a lot better than just falling asleep normally. I slowly rose and whispered to the stallion underneath me to go lay his head on the pillow nearest to Luna. He obliged and did as he was told, his thick erection extending from his crotch as he laid down. If I had to say so, he was pretty cute in that little puppy dog stance he was in, but I knew better. He was 100% grade-A, stallion, and also the one who would keep me full that night. I carefully guided his cock into my pussy and let him slide in until I bottomed out. I let myself fall into his arms and let out a deep yawn. It surprised me at first, but his hoof began to gently caress my back, making me fall asleep faster than I already was in my exhausted state. I involuntarily whinnied before shutting my eyes.

I was in heaven, sleeping in a pool of equine fluids, and absolutely nothing could tear me away from my bliss.

Author's Note

Hey guys, first thing's first, check out this story. It's a very good TwiDash fic, and if you like this story, I'm sure you'll like that one too.

In other news, I'm pretty happy I got this chapter out on time and also on how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. You can expect the next chapter within the week, and I'll let you all know that over the course of the next few weeks, this fic will be wrapping up. I'm not sure if I wanna do a sequel or a prequel, but I will still definitely write more stories of this nature, and even some non-clop ones.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Waking up in a luxury suite with a pleasant breeze rolling over the balcony and the birds chirping happily on the trestle? Sounds pretty good, right? Waking up to the heartbeat of your mate and a soft coat brushing against your cheek as you bury your head in his chest? Even better! But waking up to the feelings of your love canal suddenly contract, digging into the sides of a stallion cock as it flares inside of you, filling you with a pint of semen? Only one word can describe that: awesome.

I smiled and grunted as I was woken up by the guard cumming inside me—probably for the fourth time, judging by the literal pool of fluids I was laying on top of. Feeling a bit frisky, I rolled myself around his stomach, smearing our mixture even deeper into his fur than before. Before, I thought I smelled like sex, but god damn, his aroma was downright intoxicating! I licked what little of the cum I could reach and shivered as the salty taste hit my tongue. I rolled my eyes back in my head and moaned a feminine moan into the guard’s chest.

“We see you have enjoyed your stay,” a stern voice called out. “We do not think our sister will ever get all of that seminal fluid out of her bed sheets, though. What a shame, too. We hear those were imported from the land of the griffons. Very expensive, indeed.”

I turned my head and got a glimpse of the dark blue mare. She was facing toward me, squatting over a special looking pan. I saw a thick stream of cum flowing from her pussy lips, all swollen from use.

“We have to say that we think you stallions have it lucky when it comes to the clean up,” she said. “All that is required is a shower, while we have to sit over the cum-bucket until we stop leaking.”

I suppressed a giggle and her gaze snapped to me. “Just you wait, young one. You will see just how bothersome draining yourself over a pan for an hour is. And by the looks of it, you have quite a lot to drain out.” I looked around to see that everypony had left but me, her, and the stallion I found myself humping his cock to get off again. I looked back at Luna.

“Where’s Princess Celestia?” I asked, trying to keep myself from moaning. I was getting pretty good at taking dick, I had to say. In fact, I think it was a big accomplishment to be drilled by a two foot cock and not scream wildly into the air for more. Nope, I was a pro.

Luna rolled her eyes and shifted herself so that she was looking at me directly, making sure that she was still positioned over the cum bucket. “Why is it you ponies always ask for my sister, hmm? What is wrong with the princess of the night? Are we not worthy of your attention?”

I slowed my humping, only to have the stallion underneath me start to buck his hips and make up for it. He was close, that was for sure. “No!” I said. “I didn’t mean that at all. I was just wondering where she went off to.”

She sighed. “We are sorry, young one. We do not mean to become brash with you.”

I moaned. “It’s okay.” His thrusts were becoming more erratic and his member was beginning to throb. I found myself slowly climbing up to my next peak. I was close, but from the sound of his grunts, he was closer. I threw my hoof down to my clit and began rubbing as hard as I could.

“Alas, our sister has gone to raise the sun and bring forth the new day. She will be back in a few minutes, no doubt. I do not believe she had her turn over the cum-bucket yet.” I rubbed my nub harder and closed my eyes. He stopped humping and his hips met mine, locking in place as his head flared. I passed the point of no return.

“So would you like to accompany us to the spa later this morning to get our hooves done?”

“Oh god, YES! YES! YES!” I screamed, impaling myself on his dick as it pumped me full of pony semen. My insides felt warm and cozy, and his cock tickled every crevace I had.

“Great, then. We look forward to the bonding session.” I lifted my head and looked back at her, giving what I could only explain as an inquisitive look.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, the noise of clip-clopping hooves came to a halt outside the door. It opened slowly, and in walked in the princess of the day herself, her beautiful mane flowing in an invisible breeze and a string of white liquid dripping onto the carpet underneath her.

Luna laughed. “We see thou hast neglected the use of the bucket, dearest sister. Dost thou need us to let you take a turn?” Celestia didn’t look too happy, but she calmly looked at her sister and cleared her throat.

“Actually, sister, I have a day court starting in ten minutes. Do you think you could…”

Luna nodded. “Of course, sister. What are sisters for?”

Celestia smiled and quickly turned around, showing her cream pie off to me and Luna. She lifted her tail and lowered her head. Luna, however, was fast to respond. She got up from her hunched over position and shoved her muzzle into Princess Celestia’s pussy. Her long, thick tongue started digging into her crevice, digging and sucking out the stallion fluid while Celestia breathed heavily into the carpet. Eventually, Luna ceased her licking and allowed Celestia to lower her tail, covering her puffy but clean lower lips.

“Thank you, Luna.” Celestia rotated around to face us. “Brian, I would stay and discuss our ongoing business arrangement, but sadly, I have to attend to the courts. They cannot run without a supervising princess, so I am afraid this is goodbye for now.”

I slowly got up from my position, sliding off of my stallion’s cock with a sloppy pop. My insides felt like they had been rubbed raw for ten hours straight, and my furry thighs were sliding against each other like they were covered in a fine oil slick. Though, I could feel a prickly layer of hair underneath that, probably from last night’s round of cum that dried on my fur.

My pussy throbbed and beared down on itself, trying to grasp the stallion’s rod that had been parked in my garage for the past eight hours. It felt as if I were missing something absolutely vital to me, and no amount of thought about baseball and grandmothers were able to take my mind away from thoughts of getting stuffed.

I turned to Celestia who was awaiting my response. “So, I guess this is goodbye for a while, then.”

“Are you going anywhere right now?” she asked me.

“She is,” Luna interrupted, “going with us to the spa for a few hours of ‘bonding time’.”

“I am?” I asked, only to elicit a nod from the princess of the night. I did my best not to show my disdain at the idea, but I clearly didn’t look happy. Don’t get me wrong, I was always a big fan of Princess Luna, especially from the show, but talking to a socially defunkt, formerly banished pony that has the power to control the moon was not really on my bucket list. Now, if she wanted to screw, that’s a completely different story, but I have a feeling that this situation is going to end up going to an uncomfortable place. And when I say uncomfortable, I mean she’ll probably end up dumping 1000 years of emotional baggage onto a stranger.

And this is not an educated guess. I swear to God: this stuff always happens to me, and no matter what I look like or where I am, it will always continue to happen. Shit happens, they say, but for me, it’s more like an unpleasant dump. I mean that in every way you can possibly conceive.

“That sounds like a phenomenal idea! My sister and I always set aside time for… bonding,” Celestia said. “Who knows, you may end up liking her, Luna.” In the corner of my eye, I saw a red tinge cover the dark blue face of my future spa buddy, and hopefully not psychiatry patient. She pawed at the ground and looked away.

“Oh, and Brian,” Celestia said, catching my attention. “On your way out, just ask one of the guards to point you in the direction of the First Canterlot Bank. I will send them word that they are to pay you your first stipend.”

I nodded vigorously. “Thank you, Princess. That’s very generous of you.”

She giggled. “Believe me, Brian, the pleasure is all mine.” With a grin, she flipped around and trotted out of the room, leaving me and my moon pal alone. The stallion I was impaled on all night had quietly left without me realizing it, and without so much as a thank you! Geez, stallions can be so ungrateful sometimes…

“We believe it is time for us to dine in the breakfast chamber and then depart to the spa chamber.” Luna said, beginning her trot towards the door. I followed behind her, but she stopped me with a hoof. “We think that thou should make good use of the chamber pot full of cum before thou accompanies us.” I looked down to see a very thick stream of semen flowing straight out of my pussy and onto the carpet.

“...Right,” I said, turning back around. She exited through the large wooden door, and I was left alone. I trotted over to the pan and slowly hunched down so my rear was over the pool of fluids. A soft drizzle could be heard as I felt my hole lose the substance that gave it both warmth and a full feeling. I looked down at my pussy.

You know how you watch a porno or something, and you see some young girl with a vagina that seemed to be crafted by the gods? But then, you see the thumbnail for another video where the lady has the loosest, plumpest lips you’ve ever seen? Well, my pussy was definitely getting to the point where you could consider it like a shoe that’s been worn in. Bending my neck as far as I could, I observed my abused, puffy pussy in awe. The lips were stretched, and even without something inside they looked as if they were still expanded around a horse cock. You could even see my clit without it having to wink, but even then, it was still winking every so often. Around my mound, my whole crotch was completely covered in semen and vaginal fluids. Some was dried, leaving me with a few rough patches here and there, but for the most part, it was still wet.

I sighed, looking back up and surveying the room. It had been a few minutes and there was still no sign of the sperm-less waterfall turning off. After a few minutes, I tried to stop the flow by clenching my lower lis together, but I was still so stretched that anything could enter me unhindered. I sure hoped they would go back to normal eventually, cause every time a gust of wind blew through, I got uncomfortably cold. I pawed at my pussy, smearing the cum along my snatch, but it still kept flowing.

I should have asked Luna to suck it out like she did to Celestia. I shivered at the thought of having Luna delve her tongue deep into my stretched hole and eat me out. It kind of reminded me of what you do if you get bitten by a snake, which in comparison, is actually close to the same gesture. Instead of ‘here, let me suck out the venom so you don’t die,’ you have ‘here, let me suck the cum out of you so you’re not leaking in front of your peasants.’ A grand gesture if I’ve ever seen one.

I looked back down to see the stream… still going strong.

“Uhhh...this is gonna take awhile.”

You wanna know how much stallion baby batter that guy pumped into me?

Fuck if I know, but it took almost a whole hour of me sitting over that stupid pan before it slowed down enough for me to wipe off the rest, clench, and leave Celestia’s bedroom without a trail of cum flowing out of me. I walked through the magnificently festooned hallways and back into the throne room where Celestia and I had our conversation the day before. I’m not gonna lie; I was doing my best to stay quiet. The door was only a few feet away, and I could always just tell Luna that I had to go back to Ponyville earlier than I thought. I hated to be so mean, but in all honesty, my time was valuable, and I couldn’t waste it on some little spa date with a mare with no social skills.

The throne room was empty except for the two guards standing at attention at each side of the door leading outside. The muffled echo of my hooves hitting carpet was the only noise that could be heard. Carefully, I trotted up to them, prepared to inquire on where I might find the bank I had heard Celestia mention the day before.

“There thou art!” a voice called out.

Shit…

Princess Luna descended upon my position faster than a falcon swooping up a wounded field mouse, all the while grinning maniacally.

“Oooh, heeey, Princess… What’s up?”

Luna’s head dipped down and looked at me confusedly. “What is up? Dear child, we do believe the castle ceiling is above us.” She pointed to the gothic archway above us, and for some reason, I found myself looking as well. “Tell us, have you recently been stricken with a case of amnesia?”

I stuttered a bit before answering. “No, nothing like that. I was just asking how you were doing.”

A look of understanding flowed down her face. “Oh, we understand. In that case, we are doing fantastic! It has been more than 1000 years since anypony but our sister has ever had a playdate!” She seemed absolutely giddy with excitement.

Did she just say playdate? Oh god…

“Yeah… about that…”

“What?” she asked, her eyes growing wide. Any incredibly creepy smile she had was immediately thrown under the bus and exchanged for a face that made her look like she was having a heart attack… or an orgasm. But given the circumstances, I doubt she would be having an orgasm for just talking to me.

But it would be impressive if she could, right?

“Oh… I, uhh…” She patiently waited for my response, looking at me with wide, puppy dog eyes. I tried to force out an answer, any excuse at all, but I just couldn’t. Little known fact about me: I briefly considered becoming a psychiatrist before my brief stint in the circus. I always had a knack for judging people’s facial features, and if ponies are anything like humans, Luna had a face that screamed, ‘I won’t make a big deal out of this now, but as soon as you leave, I’m going to cry myself to sleep in a tub full of dark chocolate and wine.’

Well, if I learned anything in the circus, it’s to go with your instincts and also to never try and screw the lion tamer’s wife while he’s performing. The dude can tame lions, for Christ’s sake! Like, with a fucking whip and flaming hoops. The dude benched almost 350 pounds, too!

I think I may be getting a little off topic here…

“I mean,” I said, sighing, “I can’t wait to spend the morning with you… getting our hooves done…”

Please, god of masculinity, I know that we’ve had our differences over the past couple days, but please don’t take this as my last step toward full mare-hood!

Suddenly, I found myself being nudged in the side by an overly enthusiastic princess with a beam that would probably blind Pinkie Pie. “Oh, well then thou art going the wrong way, silly filly. The spa is this way!”

She wrapped a wing around me in a way that made me feel rather uncomfortable, and we awkwardly trotted back down the tiny hallway to Celestia’s room. We stopped in front of a small door with no markings.

“Here we are! Ye olde bath house, attuned to the finest luxury befitting a princess and her closest acquaintances.” She nudged me in the side, and I gave what is best to be described as a pity laugh. At that point, I wasn’t even trying to make it sound natural. And considering her rather long stay on the rock closest to us, she couldn’t notice the glaring differences in any of my social quirkiness.

We stepped inside to find a small, white room with several doors leading off into a few back rooms. A small, pink earth pony stood behind a desk with several robes and towels folded in little stacks on top of each other. Everything seemed to be some sort of off-white color, and all of it was annoyingly bright. Luna looked like a freaking black mass in contrast, and the only thing brighter than the atrocious assault on any spectator of the walls was the spa pony’s smile.

“Princess Luna! What a pleasure it is to have you come by this morning! I certainly hoped you would have given us a bit of warning beforehoof so I may have prepared for your visit. Oh, silly me, what am I saying? I should always be prepared just in case you were to wander by. I apologize, Princess, for my rude behavior.”

Oh, it’s one of those ponies…

Luna let me go and trotted up to the counter. “Thank you very much, Rose. We are pleased to see thee as well.” I couldn’t help but notice how well these two were getting along. One kissing the other one’s flank, and the other allowing her to kiss it. A brief thought of hooking these two up and ducking out of here crossed my mind, but I decided against it. I was already in the spa, and I’m pretty sure she would still cry if I didn’t at least get one of my hooves buffed out or something.

Ugh, I’m really too nice for my own good.

“We require the full V.I.P. treatment, if you would be so kind,” Luna said, floating over a towel onto my back.

The spa pony wrote something down with her mouth and turned back to us. “I take it you had a fun night last night, then?”

Luna blushed. “Why, yes, I believe we did. We think it might be more fitting to pay attention to our friend, though. It is not likely that she used the bucket for the proper amount of time this morning.” I looked down, blushing after I realized that I was still dripping some white fluid from my nethers.

“Ah, yes, I think you are right. I remember my first time having to use the bucket…”

I looked back up. Wait… is the bucket an actual thing? Does… does every mare have one? Before I could ask, Luna motioned for me to follow her into one of the back rooms, and I calmly obliged. How bad could it possibly be? It’s only a spa…

Inside the room was exactly what you might expect in a place like this. There were a few tables that looked like they were for massages, and next to those was a little rock pit where steam flowed off. Across the room, there was a small, hot tub-like pool with bubbles rising up and releasing steam as they popped.

“Ahh, it has been ages since our last trip to the spa! This will be a fine venture, indeed. Come,” she said, “let us begin with the beautification.”

“Oh god, this doesn’t make me gay, does it?” I asked as my heart leapt. Shit, I said that out loud!

“What was that?” Luna asked.

Wait, she didn’t hear me, awesome! “Oh, I said, ‘It’s alright if I say yay, isn’t it?’” Okay, it’s official: I’m a full blown idiot.

“Well,” Luna said, smiling, “I suppose it is if thou thinkest it will double the fun! Yay!”

It took all the effort I had not to facehoof and sigh, but I kept my composure, along with plenty of other emotions, buried deep inside the confines of my mind. “Great,” I said.

With that, the white mare from the front desk appeared next to the tables and motioned for us to lay down. I sat in the middle table and Luna sat in the one to my left. We laid down on our stomachs and splayed our hooves in all different directions—much like a human would, I supposed. In this position, I could feel the top of a certain sensitive spot graze the plastic on the table, and I shuddered.

“We see you are still in the worst of your heat, Brian,” a voice suddenly called out.

I looked up, a bit startled at the princess of the night noticing that I was still incredibly horny. To tell you the truth, I still didn’t even know if I was in heat. Quite frankly, I’ve always been a horny guy, and the entire time I’ve spent here I’ve been absolutely soaked down there. Who’s to say that it won’t always be like that? What if I was just a really slutty mare and my heat hadn’t even hit me? I shuddered as my lips let loose a little bit of my mare juice in a sudden expulsion.

Nope, I’m in heat.

“How did you know?” I asked nervously.

“‘How could we not know,’ is the better question.” She flipped her hoof casually as two burly stallions trotted in and took their places. Each one stood on their hind legs at our side and slowly began caressing our backs with their oiled hooves. I groaned in pleasure. It had been quite a while since I had gotten a good massage.

“We know that you are not really from here, Brian,” she said. “We also know that your current state is not the one you are supposed to be in. But seeing as though you might be stuck in this body for a while, we feel as though we should explain a few things to you.”

I nodded, a little startled that she knew who I was. I mean, I didn’t think it was a secret, and nopony had really responded to it as startling, so I guessed it was not a big deal. But really, that speaks a little about just how strange stuff must get around here. Just how often does an alien show up, bang, and impregnate everypony in a small, rural town?

“First of all, you have to understand that you are giving off a rather… distinctive scent right now.” She motioned behind me. “It has the rather strange effect of arousing members of the other sex.”

I looked next to me to see that the stallion rubbing my back had a full-on erection nearly grazing my fur. He was blushing so hard I almost laughed.

“Secondly, you keep raising your tail and winking, which has been happening constantly for some time now. Usually it stops once ejaculation has happened, but you… It doesn’t seem to stop for you.”

“Tell me about it,” I said. I flicked my tail to the left, and in a move that I could only be described as hilarious, scared the living daylights out of my masseur. He was not ready to feel that, I’ll tell you what. “Sorry,” I told him as he carefully went back to massaging. Though, he was a little closer and his member was beginning to prod my side. I was a bit startled at the sudden feeling, and it seemed as though I was the one blushing instead, but regardless I kept my trap shut.

That brave stallion, I thought. I think he’s trying to show me a little bit of affection. I briefly thought about taking his cock, all mottled black and pulsing, in my mouth right then and there. There was no hiding my arousal with the small, whitish puddle that was obviously growing on the table, and my tail was just refusing to come down.

“And then there’s the last point. The way you look at stallions makes us think you have always been a mare!” I felt the hooves stop moving on my back and what I can only describe as a shudder and a cringe. To my right, the stallion’s dick suddenly lost its hardness, and began to retreat into its sheath.

Damnit, Luna! Way to go! Now I’m horny and empty. I looked back at her with an angry expression, but nothing could really display my pissed-off attitude at the princess. Well, maybe a middle finger, but I seem to be lacking a couple of those these days.

“Alas, do not fret, my dear Brian. We assure you that this is a passing ordeal, and sooner than later, you will feel as fresh as a moon daisy.”

I looked at her quizzically. “Moon daisy?” But, she didn’t seem to hear me, lost in her little world of back massages and hooficures. A mare had already started working on her hooves, and one was just about to start mine. I closed my eyes, allowing my body to go limp as I felt the gentle rubbings on my back and the shining of my own hooves.

You know, I had spent almost a week of total time in Equestria, counting my first few days along with the past couple ones. For the life of me, the whole experience still feels so surreal. I mean, for the longest time, I’ve always imagined what it would be like to be here, and now that I actually am, it just feels like at any time I could wake up and realize it was all just a dream. But it’s not a dream, and that’s what makes me so… I don’t know.

Flabbergasted?

My masseur hit a particularly sensitive spot on my lower back and I moaned in delight. I will say one thing about this place: ponies know how to please. No, I’m not calling this place some sort of pleasure filled, oasis-like nirvana with occupants who would like nothing more than to make you orgasm, but… it’s certainly gone that way, hasn’t it? You know what, I’m sure I’m a special case, though.

“So, Brian, care to tell us a little about yourself?” Luna asked.

The question came as kind of a surprise, and it got me thinking. I know a disturbingly high amount of information on these ponies, but they know very little about me.

“Well,” I said, “there’s really not that much to know. I mean, you already know all the important stuff, that is.” I turned my head over to face her. She was watching me back.

“No, we mean more about you as a pony. What type of hobbies are you interested in?”

Oh god, she wants to start small talk…

“I don’t really think there’s an equivalent of watching T.V. here, but I guess if you have radios, I enjoyed listening to those.”

“We are not sure about this T.V. thou speakest of is, but we do have the radio. Tell us, does yours run on magic to deliver sounds to the populace.”

“Well, we send out music and sometimes communicate through it, but ours doesn’t run on magic.”

“No magic?” she asked. “Well then how does it work?”

I was about to respond but then I realized one crucial fact: I had no clue as to how the hell a radio worked. Something with electricity and… radio waves or something?

“I, uhh, never mind.” I just gave up, okay? I’m wasn’t going to explain something I don’t even know to a pony from the dark ages. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“Oh,” she said, looking a bit downtrodden. “Well, just tell us something important about you.”

“Um, alright. Well, like I said, there’s not much to talk about. I mostly did odd jobs to make ends meet, and I never really was one for going to college.”

“Odd jobs, you say? Like the one you perform for our sister?”

“… No…” I nearly facehoofed. “Where I come from people don’t really—” I stopped myself. “… No, I didn’t do that sort of thing back then. More of the type of job like fixing busted cars… er, I mean carriages. And for a couple years, I laid pipe.”

“Ah, so you did serve as an escort,” she said, nodding her head.

“Huh? I said that I didn’t—” I started to say, but then realized exactly what had happened. I quickly shook my head realizing that I didn’t really care enough to pursue that avenue of conversation. “Anyway, I guess I just sort of blew through cash until I ended up here.”

“But of course,” she said. “We understand the feeling of being on your own. After all, we spent nearly 1000 years on the moon until we came back, only to find our home just as lonely…”

My eyes grew wide, and if I had palms, they would almost assuredly be clammy right now. Oh dear Lord, she’s going to do it…

“But that’s alright.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “As long as we have our sister… and now you, we do not think we will suffer from our crippling depression once again, as we had on-and-off for the past few years.”

Uh-oh…

“It’s not like we are concerned over the constant, droll, monotonous rut that we have come to realize is our life. Completely and utterly gone is our old way, along with our best friends, lovers… pets…”

Aaand here it comes…

Suddenly, Luna burst into a fit of tears, crying softly as the masseur continued to rub her back (smartest stallion I’ve ever met) and the spa pony did her back hooves. She coughed and sputtered as tears dripped down her cheeks and snot down her nose.

“Aww, come on now… It’s okay,” I tried to awkwardly console her as I laid down. “It’s alright.”

“N-n-no, it’s not! I don’t have any friends!”

I sighed. “Hey now, Princess, you know that’s not true!”

“No, it’s not! You lie to make m-me feel better!”

“No, I’m not! Come on, look: There’s your sister… and Twilight Sparkle…” She raised her head up to me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen. “… And me.” I guess…

She snorted loudly as she tried to clear the mucus from her nostrils. Then she wiped her eyes with a hoof. “Y-you really mean what you say?”

I gave my best sympathy smile. “S-sure I do,” I lied. “How could you even ask that?”

She blew her nose into the towel she brought in, matching the resonance and tone of what I could only guess is a battered baritone saxophone. I grimaced after seeing the leftover mucus on the towel and her miserable looking face. Before then, I hadn’t realized just how much snot a pony could have in their nostrils… and then I wished I didn’t.

“We can see why our sister has taken such a liking to you, Brian,” she said sniffling.

“Well, what can I say. I’m a charmer.”

We went back to enjoying our back rubs without saying anything to each other, a fine cloud of awkwardness settling around us in a dense fog. The ponies working on my hooves were doing a phenomenal job—and when I say phenomenal, I mean cleaner than if Mr. Clean gave them one of his mystical golden showers to purify them. It had taken a while for them to scrub my back hooves, and before I knew it, we were finished and sitting in the hot tub.

The spa ponies had taken the liberty of covering our eyes with two slices of cucumber knowing full well they didn’t do a single thing to our complexion. I know this because I once worked as a masseur for about two days. It was for some back-alley parlor that charged like thirty bucks for a massage and we were expected to make up from the lack of good pay with tips. I knew it was a shady deal when I had to have a password to come in through the back, but it wasn’t until a man—probably around my mother’s age—asked me for a handy.

Needless to say, I booked it out of there and never spoke of it again… until now, for some reason.

“What sort of name is Brain anyway?” Luna asked suddenly. I couldn’t see her because of the cucumbers.

“It’s just a name,” I said. “A human name that was more random than anything. In fact, my parents thought I was going to be a girl, so my name was going to be Briana. It just ended up with Brian when it turned out I was a boy instead.”

“Do the humans where you come from have peculiar names like that?”

I giggled. “Let’s just say that you might have a hard time in the Bronx, and leave it at that.”

“… Alright,” she said, obviously giving up on that lead. “So, did you have a special somepony before you came here?”

I found my smile losing a battle. “No, not recently. A little bit before, but that was a long time ago…” My voice had lost any enthusiasm it once had, and I replied in a flat tone. It was a long time ago, and something I didn’t really like to talk about. She wouldn’t understand.

“Ah, we see,” Luna said. “You were unemployed, without a mate, and supposed to have been born a female… Is this normal by the standards where you come from? Because here in Equestria, that makes you a loser.”

“Yea-” I almost said but caught myself. Wait… did she just make a joke? Fuck you, Luna…

“You’re not funny,” I said as she began to laugh. “You’re not funny at all.” Even though I was a bit taken by her comment, I found myself giggling along with her. She was practically falling apart at the seams, and soon, I was too. Maybe… maybe I misjudged her a little bit.

“We simply jest, my dear Brian. Tis a joke.”

I fought back some laughter. “Alright, well you’re right, though. I guess I wasn’t the most successful guy around. But what does it matter? I’m taking a bath with royalty!”

“Ah,” Luna said. “But did you know that the consort is the most trusted pony in the castle—even more so than the castle chef?”

“Castle chef? Does he have a lot of trust?”

“As a matter of fact, she does. We entrust her to prepare our meals and leave out the poison.”

I chuckled. “But why would Celestia trust me so easily? After all, I’ve only spent about two days around her.”

“You forget, Brian. While we were banished, we were not the only one who was suffering from loneliness. You just happened to offer her something that hadn’t been offered in a long time.”

“Wait, Celestia hasn’t had a mate in a while? Why hasn’t somepony made a move on her? I mean, she is pretty… hot.”

“Oh, and you call our jokes terrible.” We both laughed. “It is not that ponies do not find her attractive, it is just that she might seem a little bit too…”

“Intimidating?”

“Exactly. And since you were the first to make a move in nearly a century, she was defenseless against it. Plus the foal and all.”

“Oh yeah,” I said, reminded of the literal busload of foals I would be fathering in the near future. Quite frankly, I had lost count of how many there were, and it had become more of a ‘I don’t know how I’m gonna do it, but it’s going to be done’ sort of deals.

A pause interrupted our conversation, and I decided to pick it back up. “Well, I guess that means I can do whatever the hell I want then, huh?”

“It would seem so…”

It was then that an idea popped in my head—almost like one of those light bulbs in cartoons popped on over my head, giving me an epiphany. The heat of the hot tub was doing absolutely nothing to soothe the deep burning in my loins. In fact, I had been masturbating the entire conversation with Luna, using the bubbles, and the fact we were wearing cucumbers on our eyes, to hide the fact.

Also, before I go on, let me make a little observation. As a pony, my eyes were pretty freaking big. Like, about two to three times as big as they were before, which is fucking gigantic. It’s a wonder how my brain can fit inside with such little room to spare… Anyway, I digress. The cucumber slices were draped over my eyes without me noticing the difference from if I did it as a human, but that’s the thing.

Two questions ran through my mind. One: how big were these cucumbers? And two: where the hell did they keep the non-cut ones? Hey, I was not above cramming a six inch wide cucumber up my cooter to satiate this little conundrum of mine. Hell, I would do anything to have that itch taken away. Anything!

But sadly, I didn’t see where the evil spa ponies were hoarding their cucumbers, or at least I couldn’t see the stash anywhere nearby. I needed something… I needed something hard. I needed something long… I needed…

I chuckled at my deviant thoughts. Luna tilted her head back, eyes covered, and breathing slow breaths. And suddenly, I saw something that would fulfill my need: Luna's long, ridged, beautiful horn. I put my hooves on the side of the pool and carefully pulled myself out, taking care not to splash or make any noise that might alert the lunar mare to my machinations.

She said that as a consort I was given an incredible amount of trust, which I decided to immediately abuse. I tip-hoofed my way over to her until my eyes were inches away from my goal. Upon her forehead rested the foot long, deep blue horn that twisted around until it tapered off at the end. It was a little wet from the tub water which made it all the more arousing. I quickly turned around and backed up so my flank was resting right above her head. The tip of her horn was inches away from my cunt.

I let out a breath of longing, preparing to slowly sit down until my cheeks were hitting Luna’s forehead. I knew for a fact that she would struggle, but I didn’t care. I was going to be horned by a princess, or I was going to die trying! Slowly, I inched my ass down until I felt the tip barely graze one of my lips. I was a bit off on my aim, but I was close. I repositioned myself and began my ascent again.

The tip, this time sliding in between my lips, found its way to my hole no problem—probably because of how stretched out I was from the night before. It prodded my opening and slipped in a few inches. The horn twists made a feeling similar to the ribbing from Rainbow Dash’s strap-on, all of which grazed my clitoris as it rested inside my lips. I moaned in absolute bliss.

And that’s when Luna figured out what I was doing.

Her immediate reaction was to sit up, which only shoved her horn deeper into my vagina, making me groan louder than before. “You sneaky mare!” she yelled. “Our horn is not meant to be used as a phallus at your beck and call!”

I just sat further down, three fourths of her horn sinking into my pussy as I brought more weight down in her head. She slumped down, unable to take the pressure coming from above. I just kept moaning deep, throaty, female moans.

“Brian, get off of us now! We are not enjoying this one bit!” She put a hoof on my flank and I began to raise up… only to come crashing back down, my lips kissing the area around her horn, leaving my mare juices trickling down her face. A little bit of stallion cum was left on her horn from when I had the guards cum inside of me. Her horn wasn’t as wide as a stallion’s cock, but it was definitely harder, and almost as long, too. I continued to lift myself up a little and softly slam my rear back down, taking it all inside me.

At first I thought it was my heat prodding me to go faster, but a sudden strange change on temperature flaring in my pussy made me realize her horn was spewing little shots of magic everywhere. I closed my eyes, lifted my head to the ceiling, and groaned as sparks tickled my insides in a way I had never felt before. I increased my pace as I neared my final peak. Luna, despite the fact that she was protesting my advances before, was actually thrusting her head in every time I pulled off. I hadn’t realized it, but I guess a horn for a unicorn is a pretty sensitive and sexual pressure point.

“We are cumming!” Luna screamed as I felt a load of searing heat pierce through my pussy and even further into my body. It was too much, and soon I found that my cunt was spewing forth a liquid mixture of stallion cum, magic, and good, old-fashioned mare honey all over the princess’ face. My pussy clamped down on her horn and Luna began to twirl her head around and grind her length against my love canal.

I took myself off of her and fell over onto the floor, my cunt winking and squirting mare juice every so often. “Holy shit…” I moaned, breathing hard. “Did you just cum magic into me?”

“Indeed, Brian. Indeed we did.”

Before I go any further, let me ask you this: Why does a mare have a clitoris inside her vagina instead of the outside? Well, my friend, thank biology! Yes, the clitoris, usually on the outside of a female’s body, is located there for the sole reason of pleasure. You see, a long time ago, stallions didn’t have all that impressive stamina they do these days, and because of that, many mares went without orgasm when having intercourse. This, of course, led to many angry nights and slippery hooves. But that old bastard we call biology decided to flip things around and give mares something to look forward to at the end of the night. That’s right, the clitoris is there for the sole reason of allowing the mare to achieve orgasm faster than her mate in order for her to clamp down on her mate’s cock and squeeze the semen into her uterus, and out pops a foal 11 months later.

And you probably thought you would never learn anything from good ol’ Uncle Brian.

Alright, back to the story.

The morning went surprisingly well, considering my belief that I had used up all of my luck after getting beamed back by Twilight “Scotty” Sparkle. My saddle bags jingled from the outrageous amount of bits Celestia had deemed appropriate to give me in return for knocking her up. I almost felt a little bad taking it, but then again, it’s money! Why the hell wouldn’t I take it?

I walked through Canterlot and did a little window shopping until I stopped at a dress shop. Inside I found the absolutely most gorgeous dress I had ever seen in my entire life! The lace around the edges wasn’t too flashy, and the pink medled brilliantly with the white trim…

It was only when I realized that I had somehow walked in the store, bought the dress and put it on that I had realized what I had done. I had just window shopped… for a dress… and bought one because I thought it would make other mares jealous… and tried it on. I gagged. I truly and honestly gagged. In a show of what I can only describe as a show stealing masterpiece of art, I stared longingly into the mirror at the shop, tears in my eyes and lip quivering.

“What have you become, Brain… what have you become?”

“It truly looks beautiful on you, miss,” the stallion who sold it to me said.

I wiped away a tear. “I know. I know.”

Shenanigans aside, I put the dress in one of my saddlebags, intent on never opening it again, and made my way to the train station. When I got there, the sign informed me that the next train to Ponyville departed in half an hour, and the trip would take a little over an hour. It was only about eleven in the afternoon, but I grimaced at the wait, realizing I would have to be in public the entire time. My pussy winked and I felt a trickle of mare juice flow down my fur. I was still in heat, and terribly so.

It’s going to be a long trip, I thought. But at least I might have something to look forward to…

I licked my lips seductively and sat down on the nearest bench. I had hatched another brilliant plan, and as soon as the train landed, my machinations would go into motion.

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

The train would leave the station at noon, I would ride it for about forty-five minutes depending on whether or not we would be making any unscheduled stops in between here and our destination, and hopefully by forty-five after, I would be well on my way to getting rid of this torturous itch. That was the plan. I had been sitting on the public bench for well over twenty minutes, and that slow resonant pulse inside me took hold of my nethers, tapping and begging at me until I would pay it the attention it needed. I couldn’t, though, I was in public. And the ponies passing by seemed to be shooting hard glances when they thought I wasn’t watching, probably either sympathizing with the fact I was going through my heat, or scalding me for dripping my juices all over public property. My eyes would twitch and my lips would quiver at the thought of throwing myself onto the ground, despite the crowds of ponies trotting every which way, and shoving my foreleg in between my thighs. Every once in awhile, a stallion would catch my eye, and I’d imagine him tossing me onto the ground in instinctual lust, thrusting into me as we both whinney and neigh. He would nip my ears and bite my mane while I tried my hardest to squeeze around his member and coax that frothy white mixture into my depths to soothe that horrible itch of which I was suffering.

But no, I didn’t do any of that. The ponies walked by, the trains boarded new passengers, and I just sat there, fidgeting every time the vibrations from an approaching train would shake the loose board in the middle of my bench. Beads of sweat rolled down my face and collected in little pools around my eyes. Things had escalated in terms of the thing I once called good fortune. Being in heat was not a blessing, it was a curse.

Finally, the time had come; the train had arrived promptly at ten ‘til noon, and I was more or less the first to get on board, find a cabin, and shut the door. It would be a good amount of time until I could deal with my problem the way nature intended, but until then, I would have to make due with what I had. My cabin door was locked so I probably wouldn’t have had to deal with any interruptions.

I laid down on one of the two benches and observed my awaiting sex. My lips, now stretched and a tiny bit protruded, glistened with the liquid lust that addled my body and mind until I was no more than a sludgy pile of putty in the hooves of anypony within ten feet of me. They parted frequently as my clitoris revealed itself to the outside world, screaming to have some company, probably the kind that’s long, flared, and just wide enough in girth to rub against it, but not wide enough to stretch me out. A tiny stream of my marecum was flowing down my slit and over my puckered plothole. Both of my teats were erect, preparing my body for the opportunity to let a foal suckle on me for nutrients—if I were to get pregnant. I licked my lips and slowly lowered my hoof until it was barely scraping along the surface of my sex.

It was too much to handle. I threw my foreleg into my crotch and started rubbing as hard as I could, digging deeper and deeper into my body until I reached the treasure I was forced to seek. A million little nerve endings were screaming for me to keep going and that I wasn’t doing nearly enough to complete my self-pleasing endeavor. At this point, it was hardly even for the feeling of doing it. It was out of necessity, and this horrible burn, this insatiable itch dictated that I get rutted until I could no longer walk correctly.

I rubbed my hoof over my clit over and over, barely grazing it only when it winked outward. I tried pulling my lips apart with one hoof and digging into myself with the other, but my clit was barely showing, denying me the fast way of relieving myself for at least a few minutes. I went back to clopping. At least I could take care of the problem, unlike when I was on the bench with all those ponies watching me.

Knock, knock.

My head shot up in frustration, staring at the door that made noise. Are you fucking kidding me?

There was another knock, and I sputtered out a reply, looking around at the mess I had made. “Y-yeah? Who’s there?”

“Hi. There aren’t any more open cabins and the conductor said that he only saw one pony come in here. Is it just you?” The voice sounded feminine.

I hesitated. There was no way I could stop what I was doing. The heat wouldn’t quit, and even though clopping did next to nothing, it was better than just sitting around with my thumb up my ass. Shit, that didn’t even sound that bad in the state I was already in. But I didn’t have any thumbs to shove…

“Um, are you going to open the door?” She knocked again and I bit my lip. Should I?

I heard a soft click. “Oh wait, the door’s open.”

Crap…

The door swung open to reveal a dark blue mare with a rust orange mane. Her eyes were a soft purple and she smiled at me in a very pleasant way. On her flank rested three tornados, and I noticed her sides were festooned with two beautiful, pegasi wings. Before she noticed anything weird, I sat up and threw my hoof to my side where she couldn’t see it dripping with my juices. For a brief moment, her face contorted and her nose scrunched as the wave of my heat smell blasted her olfactory sense. Though, she went back to smiling before taking her seat across from me, setting down her saddlebag and offering her hoof to me. I bumped it with my own, dry hoof.

“I’m Tailwind,” she said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you…”

“Brian,” I said uncomfortably. “My name is Brian.”

She showed me a face that displayed her befuddlement. “Bry-anne? What kind of name is that?”

I narrowed my eyes. “It’s my name. What kind of name is Tailwind?” Alright, I may have been a little bit snappy with her, and I had gotten this a bunch of times since I had first shown up, but come on. Give me a break. I was dealing with an itch that I just couldn’t scratch by myself, and unless this mare suddenly sprouted a dick and bent me over this bench, I wasn’t much interested in what she had to say.

“It’s a family name. Sorry if I said something wrong… I didn’t know it was a touchy subject.”

Come on! Can’t a single pony in this entire damn place be a bigger asshole than me!

“Ugh, it’s fine. I’ve just gotten that a lot lately. I’m... I’m, uhh-”

“In heat?”

I sighed, nodding. “Yeah, and it’s been a real pain in the flank. How did you know?”

She lifted a hoof toward my crotch. “You’re leaking.”

I looked down to see a puddle in between my thighs slowly draining off the bench. “Oops, hehe.” I looked around to see if I could find anything to dry it up with, but nothing really caught my eye.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you can help it.”

I fidgeted in my seat, my pussy grinding against the wood. My face turned into a grimace as my movement seemed to set off a gnawing sense of lust and the need to take care of the issue, manifesting itself more apparently than before. The mare before me was keeping me from going to town on myself, and for that, I hated her. But it wasn’t right to blame her for my misfortune. After all, she looked like a pretty nice mare.

“I know it’s a pain in the flank,” she said. “You can probably tell what happened to me during my last heat.” I didn’t realize what she was talking about, but soon enough it dawned on me.

She was pregnant. Very pregnant, as a matter of fact. Her stomach bulged outward like she had eaten enough to feed a village, and then some. Two little nipples sprung outward from oversized mounds that had no doubt engorged themselves for future breastfeedings. She chose to lay down in her seat which is probably what threw me off of the baby trail, while I chose to sit in a human-esque position. I realized how weird that must have made me look to a pony, so I chose to lay down. It was surprisingly comfortable, despite the fact I was laying on wood.

For a brief moment, I almost panicked. Was I the one who did this to her? She didn’t look familiar but…

“They’re twins, if that’s what you were gonna ask. I know most mares don’t ever look this big, especially for eight months along, but that’s why.”

Eight months… whew.

“No, no, no,” I said. “I was just surprised is all. I actually didn’t notice that you were pregnant until you pointed it out.”

She looked at me confusedly and then gave a short laugh. “Yeah, right. I don’t believe you, but I appreciate the gesture. You’d have to be the most inattentive mare in the world not to notice this walking barn!”

My face darkened. Gee, thanks…

“So how far are you into your cycle, if you don’t mind me asking?”

I thought for a moment before I answered her. The way she said that made me think that it was taboo to talk about, but at the same time, we’re perfect strangers and she just jumped right in. She could have just said that because of my resistance when she asked where I got my name from… or it could just be a girl thing.

“A few days, I think.”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry to hear that. I suppose it’ll be a good couple weeks before it goes away then. Of course, unless you plan on getting mounted.” She laughed, but I didn’t.

“W-what is it like… being pregnant?” I asked nervously.

She ceased her laughing and looked down at her stomach, softly caressing it with her hoof. “It’s hell,” she said, making my eyes go wide, “but I love every second of it.”

She loved every second of it? If it’s hell, why would she love it? My expression must have told her of my perplexion because she immediately responded with a laugh.

“I guess I’m not making any sense, am I?”

I shook my head.

“Well, it’s kind of like this.” She looked up as if contemplating something before having a look of epiphany cross her face. “You know when you have sex, it can feel great and weird, all at the same time?”

My pussy twitched. “Y-yeah.”

“It’s kind of like that. Sometimes, you feel terrible and wonder why you ever agreed to do something like that, and then other times, you can’t think of what life would be like without those little foals growing inside you.” She looked down and smiled at her stomach. “They may be a pain when you walk around, but late at night, you can feel their little heartbeats and you just feel so… complete.”

She looked back up and smiled at me. It was almost too much to bear. Everything she was saying seemed like the most heavenly dream I had ever seen. I didn’t just feel the tugging of my loins. I felt the tugging of my heart strings, playing the smoothest melody I had ever heard.

“A-are you ready, though?” I asked. “Are you ready to be a parent?”

“You know, for a pony who’s never even met me before, you do ask a lot of personal questions.” She laughed, and I blushed. “Oh, I’m only teasing. I understand that you’re curious about bearing foals.” She lowered her head and raised one side of her brow. “Could this be because you plan on taking the next step with a stallion? Are you going to be a mommy, too?”

Without even realizing it, I was nodding. It was almost as if I didn’t even need to think about responding before giving my answer. My body wanted me to get pregnant, and it wouldn’t take no for an answer.

She looked out the window and into the green countryside we had been traveling through. It looked like something you would see in Europe a long time ago, way before the world wars.

“I don’t know,” she said, “but I’m ready to find out. I guess we can only let things happen and hope for the best, no matter what happens.”

“A-aren’t you scared?”

She looked at me and smiled, and with a serious face, she nodded and said, “Yes… and no. I’m excited and worried. Paralyzed but fidgety. It’s just a feeling you could never describe.” She stared into my eyes. “It’s a feeling you’ll understand once you’re a mother.”

For the rest of the trip, we talked about what she was gonna name her little foals. She only had one boy’s and one girl’s name picked, though: Cloud Hopper, and Windsheer. The father apparently was a unicorn, so she was wondering if she would have to move out of Cloudsdale where she lived, or pick different names. It didn’t look like she was happy about making all those changes, but she didn’t seem too concerned about it either.

Before I knew it, we had nearly reached Ponyville and were preparing to stop at the station. Tailwind and I had really hit it off, and for the first time in a while, my nethers seemed to cool off. I guess what she was saying sort of distracted me from my instincts while we talked about something that both scared and excited me: foals.

There was no avoiding it. I was going to be a father… or mother if Twilight never fixed me with her spell. But no matter what, I was going to be a parent. There were troubles ahead, of course. Like the fact that half of Ponyville’s new elementary school class will be related, and I would most likely have to pick all of them up at the same time. There was also the issue of mates. I loved Pinkie, and if I had to choose, I would choose her. But what if I couldn’t? What if I couldn’t hold a legitimate relationship because of what I did in the past? There were just too many questions…

I said goodbye to Tailwind and she went off to visit some cousin of hers, I didn’t really get a name. Some things that she said resonated within me. Like having to take things as they come and face your fears “like a mare.” It seemed frightening, but she said it was all worth it, and when I was a mother, I would understand what she meant.

The itch, that uncontrollable urge that had subsided, returned in full blast as I walked down the main street in Ponyville. The more stallions I passed by, the more that feeling tugged my tail upward and soaked my nethers. It hadn’t gone away for long, and before I knew it, I was back into my heat-related funk. Some stallions had experimentally gotten close to me, but I didn’t stop. No, I had another idea in mind. One that would hopefully put this entire heat thing to rest.

I trotted off down the road to Sweet Apple Acres, home of Big Macintosh and from what I can tell, the largest cock in all of Ponyville. If he couldn’t scratch this itch, then nopony could. My pussy screamed at me to go ahead, and so did my brain. What Tailwind said about feeling the heartbeats of her foals had been whispering to me to let somepony mount me so I could collect his glorious seed and allow my own foal to grow.

I didn’t necessarily want a foal, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop my legs from their pursuit. The top of a farmhouse became visible from where I was walking, and that only made my heart beat any faster. There he would be, somewhere on this farm, probably sweating from bucking apples all morning. And I would be the one to give him sweet, sweet relief. But only if he gave me something in return.

Author's Note

Here's a nice short chapter for you guys. I thought that it might be easier to post shorter chunks so I can get them out quicker. You can expect the next chapter in about two days.

This chapter was proofread by: ReFro and The Abyss.

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

He was moving barrels of apples from outside of the barn, inside, sweating and breathing as if he had just finished a hard day’s work. Back and forth, he carried each barrel, carefully stacking them in little pyramids at the mouth of the barn door. I was watching him use his rippling muscles to lift the barrels, which undoubtedly weighed more than I did, onto his back and heave them inside. That could have been me he was so easily lifting into the air, overpowering me with his sheer might and bulk. Anything I would try to do would be absolutely useless, but it’s not like I would try to stop him, after all. I was about to be his mare.

I galloped down the hill I was watching him from as fast as I could. I couldn’t see Applejack or any of his other family, so I deemed it the time to make my move. All I had to do was step within a few feet of him and nature would take care of the rest. I would barely have to lift a tail just to get him to mount me. Before long, he was in range, mindlessly doing chores while unbeknownst to him, I was charging full speed, ready to give him the ride of his life. At this point, that sheathed member of his was the only thing within a mile that could possibly take care of this itch I had. And I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

My legs came to a halt once I came within 25 feet of him. He was busy lifting a barrel and hadn’t noticed me yet. I trotted over to the opening of the barn door and tapped on the wall, catching his attention.

“H-hello?” he said, looking around. Finally, he noticed me standing about ten feet away. I didn’t say anything to him. I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I whinnied loudly and stomped the ground. We were gonna do this old school.

“I-I… uh, can I help you, miss?” he asked, looking a little nervous as he did so.

I didn’t mind answering him at all, but instead simply saying my intentions, I trotted around him and whinnied. His face lit up an even brighter red than his coat color, much to my pleasure. I snorted much like a horse would, and nipped at his sides. Step one was complete. The eagle was out of its sheathe.

I walked right in front of him and turned away. I raised my flank in the air, lifted my tail off to the side, and for the first time, tried to wink on purpose. I stood there for a few seconds, wondering if he was going to take the bait. I was actually surprised that he hadn’t jumped my bones already, given that I was giving off a scent far more pungent than the most expensive aphrodisiac. I almost turned around to see what was going on when I felt the stallion throw his entire body weight on top of me, his erect cock slapping in between my legs as I whinnied louder. We were just two ponies, doing what nature intended us to do.

He nipped at my ears and for the first time, I moaned instead of made a horse noise. It was okay though, because he had taken over in that department, creating guttural equine grunts to fill the void. I assumed that the feelings I were receiving are what real ponies felt. He tugged on my mane and I knickered. I had started up his primal side, and I doubt anything could wake him up.

His legs scooted back, and he heaved himself up for a few moments, carefully pinpointing my sopping slit with his thick member. The second that he found my lips, he thrust in, making me cry out in pure bliss. His cock was thicker than any I had taken previously, and it amazed me to think that it had somehow slipped in the first time we had met. He had taken my virginity, and it was only fair that I let him finish the job.

Big Mac hilted inside of me, making me moan as his member grazed both my clit and my g-spot, all the while slamming into the entrance to my womb. If it were possible, he probably would have penetrated my uterus too, but I have no idea if that were possible. I guess I’d be the first to find out.

He humped away, thrusting into my cunt as I beared down as hard as I could. My clit was winking uncontrollably, savoring the feeling that it had begged me for for the past couple days. It had been satisfied by a few other substitutes, but this time was different. He wasn’t a mare with a strap-on, he wasn’t a guard incapable of bearing foals, he wasn’t a princess with a horn. He was just a fertile, large, real pony stallion who wanted nothing more than to pump me full of his seed.

I moaned into the dirt floor as I started to approach my climax. And from what I heard above me and felt inside my pussy, he was about to shoot his load as well. His thrusts were getting harder, and my pussy gripping his cock as hard as my internal muscles would allow. He was stretching every crevice and nook I had outward, making my love tunnel conform to his perfectly shaped stallion member. He was flaring over and over again; I could tell he was close. But so was I.

Any moment, my pain would be over. I would reach that peak and topple over to the other side where nothing but relaxation and peace waited for me. I screamed “Yes, yes, yes!” finally breaking my silence. He responded by thrusting harder into me.

My tunnel clamped down around his penetrating cock, making it difficult for him to move, but still, his resolve remained the same. He pumped harder and harder, sending me crashing into wave after wave of ecstasy. At this point, I was screaming along to the most pleasurable feeling I had ever experienced. My pussy was expelling pints of whitish, sticky liquid, rolling down my stallion and down my trembling legs. And for the first time in days, a warm numbness passed over my groin. My heat was taken care of for the time being. Big Mac did his job with flying colors.

“B-Big Mac…” I let out a few tired breaths. “You can get off now. I can take care of you.”

He kept humping.

Umm, he’s not doing what I think he’s doing, is he?

“Hey, b-buddy, you can q-quit it. You’ve d-done enough. Here, let me t-take you in the m-mouth…” Using my jello-like legs, I stepped forward with him still on top of me. Though, I didn’t get far before I yelped in agony; Big Mac had bit down on the skin of my neck to ensure I didn’t get away. He caught up with me and thrust back in, hilting before he continued to pump away. His cock was flaring. I didn’t have long.

I tried to buck him off, but all it did was make him bite harder and start humping harder. “Get off me! Don’t you dare cum inside!” I didn’t need him to, and for the first time in days, I didn’t want him to. I was a guy for christ’s sake! It was almost like a fog had been lifted, and I could see clearly into the area around me. And I did not like what I saw.

I was in heat and if I had learned anything talking to Tailwind, it was that mares were especially receptive in that time. Hell, I could have become pregnant just from his pre-cum. I moaned. It wasn’t helping that I was getting an insane amount of pleasure from it either, and I felt like I would orgasm again if he didn’t go before me.

“Big Mac… please… I could get pregnant… don’t…”

I felt him stop thrusting, and I sighed with relief. Thank god...he stopped. But then, I heard both the most terrifying and erotic thing I had ever conceived. He reared his head back and bellowed a deep horse whinny, filling my pussy with rope after rope of his stallion seed. I felt the underside of his cock deliver the seed from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, my pussy coaxing it out and deep within me. It was too much for me, and I squirted my own juices and a bit of his onto the ground below us. It went on for almost a minute, him refusing to get off me until he was absolutely sure his job as a stallion was complete. I huffed and cursed under my breath, praising him and yelling at him for what he had done. Without so much as a thank you, Big Mac dismounted me and backed up. I could hear him go back to moving barrels as I breathed heavily on the ground. I had treated him like a horse, and in return, he acted one. That was not an act of love, it was an act of pure instinct. I was stupid to think he would have it any other way.

Inside me, I felt his warm seed flowing around in my pussy, sloshing every which way I moved. It had gone pretty deep, and something tells me it went into my womb, too. I sat up, rubbing my neck and looking around. Big Mac was off doing his own thing, and I was left alone to do whatever I wanted. Quite frankly, his actions kind of scared me, but I thought that it may have been something I brought on myself. In their culture, I probably just gave myself to him and said, “Hey, do whatever the hell you feel like, no matter what I say five minutes from now…”

But still, everything felt so… clear. Like I said before, everything felt so refreshed and vibrant. I didn’t feel any more urges, and not once, in the past thirty seconds had I thought about taking a cock in my mouth. And believe me, that’s a damn record at this point. Besides the wet feeling between my legs, it was almost like I was me again.

The sky was turning a pleasant orange hue, and it suddenly occurred to me what time it was. From the looks of it, it was probably around the time I should be picking Pinkie Pie up...

“HEY!” I lifted my head to the sudden outburst. I looked at Big Mac, but he didn’t seem to have a clue where it came from either. Plus, the voice sounded a little bit younger than a pony our age. And definitely a boy’s voice, too. It almost sounded like…

“HEY! I’m so glad I found you!” A small, purple dragon, huffing wildly as if he had just run a marathon, came to a halt right in front of me. It took a moment for him to gain his composure, but once he did, he continued his train of thought.

“You’re the mare from the library a few days ago, right?”

I nodded. “My name’s Brian, by the way. Did I not say that before?”

He shook his head, but after that, he began to survey me as if he just figured something out. A smug look graced his face and he looked behind me, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I see what happened here… hehe. And I thought I was the one who was going to help you with your problem.”

Dude… you’re like five years old…

He took a step closer to my body which was laying on the ground. He took in a few deep sniffs. “You’re still in heat, I see. Why don’t you turn around and I can scratch that itch for you.”

I looked down to see the tip of his dragon member coming out of it’s sheath. “Uh, no, I’m fine! Just fine! See,” I pointed to my cunt as it leaked a stream of pony semen. “Already topped off thank you very much. Nope, I’m already full as can be.” I rubbed my stomach as if I had just eaten a five course meal. “I couldn’t possibly take any more cum.”

He lowered his head a bit. “Oh… I see. You’re just like Rarity, then.” If it were possible, I’m sure a tiny little black cloud would start forming over his head and rain on him all day long.

Ugh… screw my conscience.

“Hey, little guy,” I said, my maternal instinct taking over. “I’m sure she likes you just fine.”

He snapped at me. “No she doesn’t. She just uses me for free labor!”

Oh god… “That’s not true…” Yes it is. “She just hasn’t seen what a gentleman you are.” She’s actually very attentive, or at least from the show.

I stopped for a minute. Holy shit… I’ve never even seen Rarity in person. How the fuck did that end up happening? I mean, I’ve been in Ponyville for a total time of almost a week, and I have not heard one peep from Equestria’s finest fashionista. Before I had even come here, she had always been best pony, and now it was finally occurring to me that I had never even met her.

Huh… weird.

Anyway, I went back to consoling Spike. “You’re a great… dragon, baby, thing… Spike.”

He looked up at me. “You really think so?” he asked with a sniffle.

“I know so,” I said, booping him on the nose.

“So… does this mean… that me and you… have a chance?”

I bit my lip. What are the odds that he would remember this anyway? I mean, I may even have the chance to turn back into a stallion and devoid this whole romance with him. Yeah, Rarity would probably know a few good tips to keeping him at bay.

“S-sure,” I said, hiding my distaste. “Maybe when you’re older.”

His frown changed to a smile, and before I knew it he was back to his old smiley dragon self. Maybe a little bit too close on proximity to me, but hey, what’re you gonna do, right?

“Umm, anyway, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, almost forgot.” He face-clawed. “I don’t know if you’re still interested considering what just happened here… but Twilight said she figured a way to change you back!”

My face lit up. “Oh my god! Really?” He nodded. “YEAH! Finally! You don’t know what the hell this is like, man. It’s fucking crazy. It’s insane! It’s absolutely frustrating!” I realized I was practically prancing around him in a circle as I celebrated my return to manhood. Who knew it would be this glorious?

I stopped suddenly after remembering what I was doing before Spike interrupted. Crap, I have to go to the date first, though. Pinkie would never forgive me if I left her waiting a second time. “Hey, buddy, I need you to tell Twilight that I can’t make it tonight. I’ve got some plans that I can’t change.” I smiled at him, but he didn’t smile back.

“Dude, that’s the other thing I had to tell you. That’s why I ran here, too. You can’t wait any longer if you want to change back.”

My smile fell away as a gripping terror replaced its euphoria. “Say what now? Can’t change back? Why?” At this point I had pulled the little sucker in closer than what he probably considered comfortable. I know this because of his squirming.

“I don’t know! Twilight just told me to find you and bring you back as soon as I could. She said the changes might stay permanent if she doesn’t cast this spell.”

I threw him on the ground. “Shit!” What the hell was I supposed to do! If I went back to the library, I would miss my date with Pinkie, and she would never forgive me! But if I stayed with her, I might not be able to change back in a few hours…

I beat the ground with my hooves for letting this come to pass. If I had just been smarter the night before, I wouldn’t be stuck in a situation like this. God, all I had to do was think about something other than sex, but no, that couldn’t happen. It’s amazing how I can even get up in the morning without whacking off three times.

But complaining about the past never helped anyone. I just needed to calm down, take a few deep breathes, concentrate on a list of pros and cons for each side, and quickly, but concisely, pick an option best tailored to the situation at hand…

“Spike, what would you choose… your manhood, or the girl of your dreams?”

He looked at me with the most puzzling look I can imagine. His nose crinkled, and he legitimately put thought into it. “Well… that’s a tough one…”

“I know. That’s why I asked you.”

He scratched his chin with a claw. “Hmm. I know that I would do anything to have Rarity… but I don’t know if she would like me if I didn’t have my dongle.”

“Doesn’t matter, in this case, Rarity would love you either way.”

He ceased his thought and beamed at me. “You… you really think Rarity likes me enough to not care if I didn’t have a… you-know-what?”

I facehoofed. “No! I meant it hypothetically.”

“Hy-po-thet-ic-ry? What does that mean?” he asked.

I facehoofed. “Oh yeah, you’re like seven or something.”

“Hey! I’m nine years old, thank you very much!”

“Whatever.” I turned around to face the red farm pony that had been working ever since our little bout of fun. “What about you, Big Mac. Stallionhood vs. true love. Go.”

He didn’t even stop working when he gave an answer. “Eeyup.”

“Alright, well then… wait.” I furrowed my brow. “That didn’t answer my question. Yes to dick, no to dick. Which one.”

“Nope.”

“Okay, well then…” I facehoofed. “No to what? The dick or the girl?”

“Eeyup.”

…

“Fuck you, Big Mac,” I said, lifting my hoof up. He couldn’t see it, but I was giving him the finger. Hehe, poor sucker would never know either.

He stopped working. “No… fucked you.” I sat there, pretty much stunned as he just chuckled and went back to lifting barrels.

I’ll get you, Big Mac… I’ll get you.

“Hey, I don’t know if you heard me before, but we gotta go! You may be stuck like this if we don’t get to Twilight fast enough.” Spike stopped for a moment. “You do want to go back to normal, right?”

The truth is, I really did want to go back to the way things were, but it just wasn’t that simple. The last time I saw Pinkie, she was an absolute wreck and barely wanted to see me after what I had done to her. In a lot of ways, she reminded me of someone else I had known a long time ago. The sadness in her eyes, the loss of poof in her hair, and most of all, that lack of the prettiest thing about her: the smile. And she had every right to be angry; I was an idiot.

The decision I had to make was hard. Harder than anything I had ever had to decide before. I sighed, already feeling the regret begin to well within me. I made my decision and was going to stick with it.

“Hey, Spike,” I said.

He looked up from whatever he was doing. “Yeah?”

“I need a favor to ask you…”

Author's Note

Hey folks, hope you enjoyed the chapter. First off, thanks for all of you that watched me because I finally reached 100 followers! You guys have been great, and I really appreciate all the comments you leave. So, next chapter's gonna be a big one, but I'm aiming to release sometime this weekend. Who knows, though, it could take a little longer depending on the editing process.

Thanks again! You guys are the best!

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Pinkie Pie wasn’t exactly happy, that was for certain. In fact, she seemed quite the opposite. Her puffy, pink curls were straight and those steely blue eyes were glinting from the moonlight above. The sun had just gone down, and with it, that loveable enthusiasm that made her a jester among aristocrats, fooling around until you couldn’t help but giggle. But something was wrong, and it was painfully obvious what it was. You could tell from the corners of her eyes.

She was in pain because somepony hurt her pretty badly… again. Somepony who had no right to hurt her in the first place decided not to show up like they said they would. Somepony who was a complete and total asshole for being late for the second time in a row…

“Pinkie!” A voice called out, catching the attention of the confectioner. She almost dropped the large bag of trash she was carrying when the purple dragon bounced into her. He fell to the ground, panting hard.

“Spikey? What are you doing here?” Her eyes looked over the distressed dragon, nudging him on the ground. With a groan, he sat up.

He continued panting. “Pinkie… I,” he coughed. “Pinkie, I came… to tell you…” He doubled over, wheezing up a fit. Some fire was even rolling down his scaled chin.

“Oh my Celestia! Spikey, are you alright?”

The dragon held up a claw. “Yeah, I think so… but don’t worry about me. We need to get to a hospital!” His eyes went wide as he began to tug at Pinkie’s hoof, trying to coax her away.

She hesitated. “What? I thought you just said you were okay. What happened?”

Spike took in a few deep breaths. “No, no! Not for me. For you!” he tugged on her hoof even harder as she dropped the trash.

She looked taken back. “Spikey? I’m not sick… why would I need to go to the hospital.”

“Because you’re really hurt!”

She shook her head. “Spike, I’m not hurt! Who said I was?”

Spike stopped his thrashing and looked at the mare in her blue eyes. “But it must have hurt you a lot…”

She raised her brow. “Hurt when I what?”

“When you fell straight out of heaven…”

I trotted up to both of them, my bow tie on straight, the flowers I stole from Pinkie’s neighbor’s lawn in my muzzle, and confident now that the best pickup line ever had been executed perfectly, all thanks to my little lizard assistant. I gave him a wink before he shot back a thumbs up and darted off. Pinkie stood there expressionless.

I trotted up close to her and stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. “Oh, I got you these…” I said through my teeth before laying the flowers down at her hooves. She looked down at them and then back up at me, still stoic.

The way she was looking at me was not at all what I was expecting. No smiles, no cheerful jubilee… just staring.

Oh god, I fucked up...

“Pinkie… I’m sorry I’m late. I just thought that I could—” Before I could finish, our mouths were together, locked in a kiss. Her eyes weren’t open, but mine sure were. How could they not be, with her trying to jam her huge pony tongue into my innocent little mouth. Not the biggest thing I had in there these past couple days, but definitely my favorite.

We broke away, but Pinkie was still trying to grab a hold of my mouth. “Woah, hey, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“Alright?” she said. “Alright!? Of course I’m alright! You showed up; you’re here!” She was practically jumping up and down at this point.

I chuckled. “Of course! I wouldn’t miss this date for the world.” She kissed me again on the cheek. “I’m just sorry I couldn’t make it the first time.”

“Oh, Brian,” she laughed, “I don’t care about that now. You made it… you made it this time.” In the middle of her thought, she seemed to drift off to somewhere else. I couldn’t quite tell where it was, but it looked like a happy place. I was glad she found whatever she had been looking for.

I felt a gentle tug at my mane that jerked me back to reality. “Oh yeah, the date! Where would you like to go?” Though, it seemed as though she already had some place in mind. She trotted off down the road, and I rushed by her side. “Where are we going?” I asked, playfully nipping at her ear.

She smiled outwardly. “The library…”

“The library,” I asked. “How are we gonna get food at the library?” She just giggled and nudged me on the side. I felt weird for a minute. Pinkie was not acting like Pinkie. In fact, I was almost sure that something was awry. And I use awry because I know that it implies something is very strange. You don’t just say awry when something could be just a tad bit out of place. No, awry is a strange word for an even stranger situation. Only weirdos use awry.

I’m not going to lie. I was not a very talkative person. But I think that’s why I’m so attracted to Pinkie. Opposites attract, and Pinkie would much rather chat your ear off than listen to you complain about your trifles. I would sit, she would talk, and I would listen. And I can say without a doubt, I loved every minute of it.

So when I say something was awry when Pinkie was being quiet, you can be sure as hell that something was up, whether good or bad. I kept my mouth shut and trotted closer to Pinkie, making her feel aware that I was with her every step of the way. I don’t know why I felt the need to reaffirm my faith in her, but it felt appropriate enough. The streets of Ponyville winded up and around in every which way, and she led me through it without so much as a second glance. I would’ve been lost without her to show me what way to go.

Finally, we rounded a corner and set off toward the end of the road where the library tree house stood firmly planted at the roots. It had been a couple of days since I had been there, and the lights were out.

“Pinkie? Why are we going in there? I don’t even think Twilight’s home.”

That reminded me of the other choice I had turned down in order to come here. Twilight was probably out looking for me to try the spell. What a shame, too. I was going to swing by after taking Pinkie home to see if the potion would still work. You have to set priorities, or else you’re going to be lost somewhere you don’t want to be. Anyway, I guess this means I missed my chance...

She just chuckled and kept walking. My first assumption was that Spike was going to cook us up some dinner because, after all, you couldn’t get a better dragon cook than him. The dude may have sacrificed a certain amount of masculinity, but he was one hell of a cook on the show. I can only imagine what the real food must taste like.

But if he wasn’t home, then what were we doing there? Sure, reading leaves you full of knowledge, but a full stomach is worth more in my book, and the low grumbles coming from below were telling me that the tank was empty. Pinkie broke away from me and quickly galloped up to the door before I could catch up with her. She knocked her hoof three times pretty loudly and turned back to me, smiling the whole time.

“Ready?” she asked me.

I stared at her. “Uhh, ready for what?”

“The date, silly!”

I looked at the library door and back at her. Yes, awry is definitely the word I’m using to describe the situation.

“Oh yeah,” I answered mechanically. “Of course.” I spoke hesitantly and I’m sure she could sense it. It’s not all the time that you talk to someone that thinks you might be trying to lure them into a trap…

She beamed at me and opened the door with a hoof. Inside, the room was pitch black with no source of light whatsoever. Though, it didn’t seem to halt her one bit as she trotted on in, slowly being gobbled up by the tree’s dark gullet. I hesitated.

Am I going to trust her? Am I ready for whatever is about to be on the other side of this doorway? I looked back out into the street. Freedom is just down this street. It’s just a hop-skip-and-jump away. One turn, and I’m out.

But why would I leave? Pinkie’s done nothing wrong to me. In fact, I’m the one who’s done something wrong to her, whether intentional or not. And even after all that, she’s still willing to keep me? After all that garbage I put her through? A little part of me is afraid of Pinkie. Afraid, not because of some stupid little story I read about her when I was a human, but more of what going through that door meant.

It was just a door, and I was just someone who had the choice to walk through it. Either you wait outside, or you take that first step. Take a chance, they say. Make that final plunge. Let yourself change.

I didn’t need to decide. I already made my decision an hour ago.

I took the first step of the rest of my life into the stuffy, pitch black library.

The lights flashed on.

“SURPRISE!” I was blinded for a moment and stumbled onto my flank as confusion took hold of me. Around me, familiar faces greeted me as my vision restored itself. I saw Pinkie standing in the middle, her arms outstretched and pointing to a sign above her that read: “Welcome to Ponyville!”. Twilight was standing next to her, a goofy grin plastered on her face like she had been laughing. It was me and my flabbergasted face she was laughing at too, I’d bet.

All around the center table, the elements of harmony stood, each watching me and smiling at me like I had saved Equestria or something. Rarity even showed up… Huh, she doesn’t look as shiny as I thought she’d be… Next to her, Rainbow Dash was standing with a little orange pegasus on her back. The little one was craning her neck over Rainbow Dash’s ear like she was telling her some big joke, and from the chortles Rainbow was giving, it seemed to be a good one. I can only assume that it’s about me and the time I met the crusaders. It’s funny cause I didn’t think they got why I was so quick to run away. Maybe they’re a little more clever than I thought they were.

Slouched in the end of the group was Fluttershy… who was doing her best to hide it, but I saw it plain as day. She was pregnant. I sighed and thought about something to do with the loss of her innocence, but I couldn’t delve too deep into the subject. There was too much going on to focus on just one thing. Fluttershy needed tending to, but that could wait till later.

On the other side of the library, near the shelves, were a few other ponies. In the front sat a rather familiar pony with gray fur and a violet bow tie. It was Octavia, and next to her was none other than the infamous DJ Pon3 herself, rocking the purple shades, a sly grin, and a belly that protruding out in a way that made me think she had packed something more than just a few pounds.

Next to her was Derpy Hooves and Zecora who shared similar fates. I wanted to shake my head and sigh, but too many things were being thrown at me. That makes… seven. Six ponies and one zebra that are pregnant. Applejack who was leaning against a post, much larger than the rest of the mares, Fluttershy who seemed more afraid than glad to see me, Twilight, Vinyl, the aptly named Derpy Hooves who was literally dipping her head in a bowl of punch, and of course, Princess Celestia, who was standing behind the rest, nudging her sister in the side.

They were all there. Every pony whom I affected with my blind lust and lack of forward thinking. There were a few more ponies that I didn’t recognize, but they just seemed to be there to enjoy the party. They were smiling. In fact, there wasn’t a frown in the whole library, except of course, for Fluttershy, who seemed just as timid as one would presume.

I was taken back. They were happy, but after all that happened? They’ve got to take care of these foals and raise them all because of me… and they threw a surprise party for me? How could they not be afraid? How could they be so accepting of their situation? How could they not hate me?...

Pinkie trotted up to me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Are you alright?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m just… a little surprised is all.”

“Great!” she shouted. “That’s what we meant to do! You’re so silly, Brian. Haven’t you ever had a surprise party?”

I looked back at the party. “But…”

“But what?”

“I just… I don’t get it. What’s going on?”

Suddenly, Twilight Sparkle waddled up closer to us. “Hey, Pinkie, I can take it from here.” The pink mare nodded and trotted over to the punch bowl to fish Derpy out. “Welcome to Ponyville, Brian.” Celestia walked up behind her.

“And I would like to formally welcome you to Equestria as well,” the Princess said. “You’ve done well, my little pony.”

“Uhh…” I was at a loss for words. “What?” No, I really was at a loss for words. Like, I had not a god damned clue what was going on.

Twilight laughed. “Well, it’s about time I explained, then.” She took in a huge breath and did exactly that. “So, I bet you’re wondering why Pinkie brought you here in the first place, instead of out somewhere else.”

I nodded.

“Because I told her to do it.”

I furrowed my brow and eyed the unicorn. “But… what about turning me back into a stallion? I thought you needed me to come in as soon as possible…”

“Hold on, Brian, I was just getting to that. You see, I may have just been the tiniest bit dishonest when you showed up two days ago. I told you that you were changed because of some kink in the spell that brought you here.”

“Uhuh,” I said, a little bit of anger rising in me.

“Well, that’s not true exactly… Let me just say that magic, and specifically teleportation magic, really doesn’t have as many errors in it as you might think. Actually, all magic is pretty simple once you get a knack for it.”

She seemed to be dancing around the point. “So…” I motioned my hoof in a circle.

“So,” she said. “I turned you into a mare and told you it was an accident… on purpose.”

My mouth hit the floor. Well, metaphorically, but if it were possible, it would have somehow unhinged itself and crumpled to the floor in a heap. “Why in the hell, would you do that!” I was fuming. I’ve had to deal with something over the past few days that no man should have to. I was fucked! I shouldn’t be the fuckee, I should be the fucker!

She ducked her head. “Well, I had to prove if you were ready one way or another…”

I ceased my glare and furrowed my brow. “Ready for what?”

“Ready for all of this. Ponyville, living in Equestria… being a father.”

I slumped down. A test? It was all just a test? “Did I pass?” I asked her.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes! Of course you did! Don’t worry about getting sent home or anything! You’re safe!”

My face lit up. “You were going to send me home?!”

She threw a hoof in her mouth as if she had said something wrong. In her words, I was just the tiniest bit more angry again. “Uhh, maybe… But you passed, so it’s okay!” She giggled, but I just sat there, making it awkward for all of us. Hey, someone had to do it. “You see, we just wanted to know if you’d choose us over something that we knew was nearly impossible to resist. Haha, it’s actually funny. You know, the one who came up with the whole idea of turning you into a mare was actually Spike.”

Just as his name was mentioned, I noticed him slink around the back. He knew all too well what was going to happen if he got close to me. That’s right, you yellow bellied lizard, slink off into the darkness… I know where you live.

“So we set everything up from the beginning. You were going to run into each of us right before you and Pinkie were going to go on a date. We would try to stall you and invite you to sleep with us before you could go out.”

Well, that would certainly explain how everybody knew who I was…

I stopped, remembering something. “So that’s why Rainbow Dash invited me to her house. So those ponies that looked like they were going to rape me, weren’t actually going to rape me?”

“Actually,” a scruffy voice called out from my left. “That wasn’t my turn that night. Fluttershy was supposed to stop you… You were really about to be raped…”

“Oh,” I said, my voice faltering a bit. “I guess some things don’t really change.”

“Well, dude,” she said. “It’s not really rape when you’re practically telling them you want to fuck. I mean, goddesses, you practically painted a target on your plot!”

Rainbow shut up when she realized that Twilight was glaring daggers at her. She slinked off into the corner. “Yes,” Twilight continued. “Anyway, we each had a little test planned for you to see whether or not you were ready. Applejack’s was to test whether you were ready to be honest and own up to things.”

“And you were not ready for that one, Sugarcube…” Applejack chimed in from my right, grinning at me. “Ah knew you were a little worried after seein’ me like this and all.” She motioned to her stomach with a hoof. “But Ah just wanted to see whether ya had the guts to tell a mare to her face that you did it to ‘er.”

I blushed. “Umm, sorry.”

“Hey, don’t apologize, Sugarcube.” She laughed. “After what I did to ya, I’d say were square.”

“Applejack,” Twilight asked. “What did you do?”

The farm mare laughed. “Oh, I just had Big Macintosh give a little mare a scare is all. Told him to give her something she’d always remember so she wouldn’t be wantin’ none no more. Maybe teach her a lesson about lyin’ to ponies.”

I shuddered. “You definitely got the point across.”

She nodded her head. “Glad to hear it, Sugarcube. You failed my test, but I think I can give you a passing grade now.”

Everything that was coming at me was almost too much to bear. I felt giddy at the fact that I had been the focus of so many ponies, and I had ended up winning despite odds being stacked against me. But I also felt played; used, like a tissue. It didn’t feel very good, I’ll tell you what.

“Huh… I didn’t know Big Mac was in on this…” Twilight said. “But anyway, you weren’t doing very well on the second day. In fact, we were only supposed to give you one day from the start. Pinkie was told to send you to the library, and from there, you were going to be sent home. It wasn’t until that morning that I heard that Pinkie gave you a second chance.” She looked around at the other mares. “Actually, that was when a few of the other mares found out that you were in town. Pinkie told you that she was busy that night so we could give you a few more tests.”

I looked up at Celestia who was listening intently to all of us talk, kind of like a mother watching her children play. “So you got the Princesses involved?”

This time, I was surprised when Twilight shook her head. “No, that’s actually the problem we had. You just sort of disappeared, and it was about an hour later that we found out where you went.”

I furrowed my brow. “Wait, so why are you here right now?” I asked the Sun Goddess herself who merely smiled warmly down to me.

“Ah, that is very simple,” she said. “You see, I had no idea that Twilight was even conducting this little ‘experiment’. I had simply heard mention that you were here, so I dispatched my guards to go get you. It was only when you told me that Twilight was looking for a way to change you back that I realized what was going on. I knew for a fact that my pupil could change you back as easily as levitating one of her books. Something was awry, and you were at the bottom of it.”

Yeah, I’d definitely say something was awry.

“All it took was a simple letter to Twilight, and I was well aware of the plans surrounding you. I am just so happy that you passed! Now you can accept my offer!”

I smiled outwardly. Oh yeah, I forgot about that… well, that’s definitely something…

To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I had to accept the offer, no question. But what about Pinkie? I had told her I loved her, and I definitely loved her. How can I be with both? And what about Twilight… and Applejack… and Fluttershy, and Vinyl, Zecora, and Derpy Hooves for christ’s sake! They all needed me, but I couldn’t be with all of them. There’s seven of them and only one of me!

“So basically,” she said, “we didn’t hear about where you were until the Princess sent me a letter this morning. She said you were spending the morning with her sister, and you would be on the noon train back here.”

“And what a wonderful time we had!” Luna interrupted, beaming at me. “Brian, we simply must have another spa date after this! I loved your company, and you’re such a gentlecolt.”

I blushed and smiled back at her. “I’d love to.”

My response was met by a chorus of “D’aaaws” by the Elements of Harmony and Princess Celestia. I blushed even harder and Princess Luna did too. I guess some awkwardness never really wears off.

“So…” Twilight continued, looking eager to finish her presentation that she had obviously spent a lot of time on. “We decided to let you get by with one last test. All you had to do was show up to the date instead of picking your stallionhood. It was a choice: for yourself, or for others. And…” she smiled at me, “while a lot of us had our doubts, you proved us wrong, and from how quiet Pinkie has been, you must have done something right. She only gets this way when you do something so nice for her, she can’t process it.”

Oh, so that’s why she’s not bouncing off the walls happy right now…

Twilight continued. “All we had to do was set you up in an ultimatum with the help of our little mastermind.” She looked around. “Where is Spike anyway?”

I shrugged. Probably getting on the next train to Appaloosa if he’s smart.

Twilight shook her head. “Well, I’m sure he’s somewhere around here. Anyway, you know the rest of the story. You showed up, I explained… and now we’re here.” They all stared at me expectantly. What they expected, I have no clue. Literally, I didn’t know what to say.

“Uhh, I don’t know what to say…”

We stared at each other for a moment before a high pitched voice chimed in. “I do.” It was Pinkie, and she was back over to where we were all crowded around me and talking. “Congratulations, Brian.” She kissed me. “Welcome to Ponyville.”

The room suddenly filled with the cacophony of hooves battering the floor. Most of the pregnant ponies were being careful not to stomp to hard, and for good reason. I almost found myself telling them to take a break from it so they wouldn’t do anything bad to the foals.

The applause stopped. “I have a question to ask him.” I looked around to find Fluttershy uncharacteristically trotting up to me in front of the crowd. Her pink mane was covering most of her face and I could only barely see one of her eyes. She looked so small compared to everyone else. It must have taken her a lot of guts to do what she was doing. She was practically quivering in her place.

In a strangled voice, she choked out, “Brian, umm… I was wondering… if it weren’t too much trouble…” She took in a deep breath. “I was wondering if I could be in your herd!” she yelled and then immediately backed away, as if ashamed she had asked it.

I gave her a funny look. Almost too funny, because she looked like she was about to cry. “Oh no! I knew I shouldn’t have asked! Now everypony thinks I’m dumb!” Tears welled up in her eyes, and my heart almost exploded.

“Fluttershy,” Pinkie said, “you’re not dumb.” She giggled. “Of course you’re in Brian’s herd. All of us are in Brian’s herd!”

“Huh?” I asked, drawing everyone’s attention away from the butter yellow mare. “I don’t understand... you want to join my what?” All of their mouths were gaping. It’s as if I murdered someone right in front of their eyes, and they didn’t know what to do. But I know for a fact that I hadn’t killed anyone because I had yet to see Spike anywhere near me…

“Uhh, your herd, dude,” Rainbow Dash said as she floated above me. “Don’t tell me after all this you’re just going to leave anyway!”

My pupils shrank. “No! I’m not going anywhere! I just… what’s a herd?”

This time, Twilight stepped up to the plate. “Brian, a herd is the group of mares that you’ll live with for the rest of your life with. It’s a covenant between you and them that you’ll protect them and love each of them until you die… don’t you have those where you come from?”

My head teetered back and forth between a nod and a shake. “Uhh, kinda. We have marriages, which are just like that… but only between two people.” Some of them looked sorta surprised when I said ‘two’. I guess the idea of multiple partners is strange to me too, but… it did solve a lot of my problems.

A thought struck my brain like a bolt of lightning. "Wait a second, what about Mr. and Mrs. Cake? They're married, right? They only have each other..." I looked around and a few of the mares were cracking some grins and chuckling.

"Mr. Cake?" Rarity asked. "I'm surprised he was even able to get Mrs. Cake to join his herd. Believe us, Brian. It's not his choice that he only has the Mrs."

... Makes sense...

A part of me was glad that I didn't have to make a choice, but my other half was a bit disappointed. Did this mean I could never have what my parents had? Or what I was going to have before…

I cringed. No, that wasn't important anymore.

But I felt like that was just another piece of my humanity that had been taken away. Sure, I had willingly given it up, but still, now that it’s happened, I don’t know what to feel. Lost? Guilty? Homesick, maybe?

I just didn’t know.

“That sounds dumb,” Rainbow huffed. “Why would you just limit yourself to one pony. You’d go crazy!”

“No,” I shot back, not even looking up. Instead I was looking at Pinkie. “It’s beautiful. There’s nothing else like it. You and someone you love, promising each other that you won’t even take a look at someone else while you’re together. To trade your own life for a shared one. To quit being selfish and devote your time to something other than your interests and carnal needs…” I kissed Pinkie. “That’s what it means to be married.”

My answer was met by yet another round of “D’aaaws,” and I blushed. Wow, I didn’t know I could get that sappy.

“I’m not human anymore,” I said. “So I guess that means I have to give some things up.”

Twilight lifted her head. “So, Brian, what’s your answer?” She smiled. “Can we join your herd?”

I looked around to see every set of eyes in the room locked on me. The Elements of Harmony, Zecora, Vinyl Scratch, Derpy, Octavia, the Princesses… all of them, on me. Every eye was hungry for an answer. So I gave it to them.

Goodbye, Brian…

“Yes,” I said as they all cheered. They all huddled closer to me and laid a kiss on my cheek. Some were even rubbing against my side as if it were some sort of primal instinct to let them know they trusted me. It made me feel flattered, that’s for sure.

The party had started, and I was left with some time to mingle with the guests. I talked to Zecora first who seemed happy to see me. Out of all the ponies, she probably had the least amount of time spent with me. It turns out, Zebras have both herds and unions like the ones back on Earth. She said she could see the ups and downs of both, but to her, there wasn’t much of a difference. That seemed to ease that gut ache I was feeling, and soon I was back in full swing.

Derpy was really physical when I was talking to her. Like, she was ready to jump my bones right then and there, despite me lacking a certain body part that I’m sure she was after. She must have been in heat, which would explain the fact she had dunked her head in the punch bowl at the beginning of the party. Poor girl, I knew how she felt.

Octavia and Vinyl Scratch were bickering over something when I walked up to them, but both immediately shot me their attention. Vinyl was really excited and wanted to have me come over to sample some of her music, and Octavia was already talking about wanting a foal of her own. I shuddered at the thought of raising another, but then again, why the hell not! I already had like seven. What’s one more gonna do?

Eventually, I had gotten around to Twilight who was talking to Applejack about being pregnant from the looks of it. Both seemed happy and talkative when I came up to them.

“So how’s the party, Brian?” Twilight asked.

“Great,” I answered. “Everyone’s being so great! I’ve never had a party like this before.”

She smiled. “Well, you can thank Pinkie because she set it up, and without her, you probably wouldn’t be here either.” I looked off to the side where Pinkie was busy playing a game of pin the tail on the pony.

“Yeah, I guess I do owe her a lot…” Suddenly, I remembered something. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot. Twilight, do you mind changing me back into a stallion? I think there’s something that I need to take care of that I can’t really do right now… hehe.”

She blushed. “Oh, I see. Well, let me just concentrate for a second and we’ll get you all fixed up.” Her horn started glowing a violet hue. We waited as it seemed to charge up.

“So, Applejack…”

“Yeah, Sugarcube?”

“There’s just one thing I don’t get.” I rolled my head around. “So if Big Mac was in on it, then why isn’t he here right now? Wouldn’t he be here to enjoy the party?”

She paused for a moment. “Oh, Sugarcube, you misunderstood. Big Mac wasn’t in on it. I just told him to pop a mare’s cherry if I sent her over to him. Don’t worry, I told him not to get you pregnant or nothing.”

“Uhh…” was all I could get out before I was punched with a bolt of purple lightning. Steam was rising off my body and my limbs ached uncontrollably. I didn’t realize it, but I was on the ground before anyone knew what was going on. It only took a second for ten hooves to be scrambling to get me back up and check if I was alright. Eventually, I got up and looked around.

“Oww,” I said. “Why did it hurt so much?”

Twilight’s eyes were wide. “That… wasn’t supposed to happen…”

I looked down to find that I still had the same small frame as before, and there were two small teets down below. I was still a mare.

“What the hell? Twilight, why didn’t it work? What’s wrong?” I was starting to panic.

She shook her head. “I… I just don’t know. Here, let me check you.” Her horn lit up again as I looked out over my herd. Some faces were shocked, and others seemed confident that everything was going to work out okay. Twilight didn’t look too sure, though. But Applejack… Applejack had a very curious gaze shooting my way. It almost made me feel uneasy.

“I don’t sense anything wrong with your body. You seem perfectly fit to me.”

I stood up and walked towards her. “Then what is it?!” I practically yelled.

“Hold on, Twilight,” a southern sounding voice called out. “I think I’ve got an idea.” I watched Applejack as she trotted towards me, but then surprisingly went past. Suddenly, I felt my tail get pushed out of the way and a cold nose sniff my nethers. A shiver ran up my spine. It did not feel all that comfortable.

I felt a tiny lick at my opening and shuddered. “Hey, what are you doing back there?” I asked, lowering my tail and turning around. Applejack was just smiling and shaking her head. “Why… why are you doing that?” She looked at me and chuckled.

“Because you’re pregnant, that’s why.”

Author's Note

Hey guys, check back soon for the epilogue, a little something extra, and news about where this story may be going and what I'm writing next. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Epilogue

Epilogue

The cool breeze ruffled my unkempt, brown hair as I listlessly laid down across the long wooden patio of the five-bedroom home Pinkie and I had purchased a month before hand. The ice in my glass clinked against itself in a symphony of tings and pings as the ridiculous curly straw Pinkie insisted I use buffeted the wind. In the words of an old person that seemed to breathe death from their lungs, I was plum tuckered out. I usually was, around that time. You don’t get much rest when you’re basically the caretaker of about eight foals who constantly need your attention or else they might die. Literally, I’m sure that any parent will tell you that if you leave a kid alone for about two minutes, they’re likely to find something to choke on or impale themselves with. Mostly, it’s the unicorns that have little spurts of magic burning holes in the wall and pegasi who keep involuntarily flapping their wings and lifting off the ground. They drive me crazy! But still, I don’t think I mind it overall.

I look out toward the busy street in Ponyville, patrons paying for random wares and fruits, and the booth owners, who always seem to have “the greatest deal in town” even though they had just sold the same number of carrots for two bits cheaper a minute before. I just giggled at their antics, almost if I were watching the old show. Once I realize it though, it’s sort of surreal. Almost like nothing is real, and it’s all some drug induced coma that I’m in. But then a kick reminds me where I am. A kick that comes from a place I never believed I would be kicked from. In my life, I’ve been kicked out of many clubs and bars, I’ve had my ass kicked by many men whose girlfriends I had just gone the whole nine yards with, and I’ve even kicked myself into high gear in order to meet a class deadline back when I was in high school.

But no, I can never say that I expected to feel the kick of a little foal's hoof against the inside of my stomach. Hell, I never imagined myself even seeing a baby kick. If you’ve never seen one, let’s just say it’s not quite what you’d expect. It’s not just a tingly sensation of a foot—or in my case, hoof—rubbing against your inside. No, it’s a literal kick that you can see push your skin outward. Pretty close to resembling something out of the movie ‘Alien’, only I’m not Sigourney Weaver, and I’m pregnant with a miniature horse and not a xenomorphic murderer hell bent on spreading its children out through means of parasitic infestation.

Though, I suppose it’s close enough to warrant a metaphor. This bugger inside me is definitely the closest thing to a tapeworm I’ve ever had. It lives within me, taking up the vast amount of nutrients I send its way, and by vast amount, I almost exclusively mean enough of Pinkie’s baked delights to kill a small elephant… which is a pretty good simile to how I felt at the moment. I never understood why girls felt self conscious about their weight until I gained some meaty flanks and a gut that could put a sumo wrestler to shame. My stomach, once a beautiful example of what a mare should look like, was expanded even farther than Applejack’s was when I first arrived. I was plump; there was no doubt about it.

But I think I’ll live, or so says everyone in my herd. They should know, though. The majority of them just went through it themselves, thanks to me. One by one, they became rounder than a blueberry and sooner or later, they’d pop like one too. Applejack was the first to go, which didn’t surprise any of us in the least because she was literally too big to move by herself. I just remember the mixture of fear and panic I had when Spike ran in and told Pinkie and I to rush to the hospital as fast as I could. I was already a few months pregnant by this time, so we had to take it slow, but—more or less—we got there as fast as we could. Pinkie told me later that she thought it was hysterical that I couldn’t stop pacing around the room while we heard Applejack grunting through the two double doors. I can still remember the conversation coming from the delivery room.

“Alright, Applejack, you need to push,” a muffled voice said. “It’s coming out head first, you need to push…” The statement was followed by a tiny scream and what sounded like a moan. I held my breath as silence seemed to overtake the whole building. Three other mares were in the room with us: Twilight, Fluttershy—who looked absolutely terrified—, and Derpy, who strangely enough, was very curious as to what was going on in the other room. Almost like she had no clue what was happening.

“That’s it! Keep pushing! Keep pushing!” the doctor yelled as a scream filled the hospital, making everyone in the waiting room cringe, all except for Derpy, of course. “Good job, Applejack! You’re so close!”

The room went silent again and we all stared at the double door, waiting for something to happen. My heart sank as a painful thought tore through my head. What if something went wrong? What if the foal… My eyes were red, not watering. They were red, and let’s leave it at that.

Then the foal started to cry. I sighed with relief, and Pinkie was there to hug the crap out of me, which I was profoundly thankful for. I was just about to hug Twilight when we heard something else.

“Umm, Doctor, could you come over here for a second… What is it?... I don’t think… I don’t think that’s it… What do you mean?... Twins… Twins!” My eyes lit up, and I nearly fainted. “Applejack, hold on because you’re about to be the proud mother of twins!”

“Ugh,” another voice called out, a little hoarse. “Just get this thing out ah me, Doc…”

I chuckled at this and got a stern glare from Twilight. I think she was giving Applejack her sympathy because she was so near to term herself. It had been nearly eleven months since my first time in Ponyville, so she was cutting it close.

A few more harsh words and some screams, and out came another crying foal. I was practically jumping because I was so giddy with excitement. My children were in the next room. The fruit of my loins were almost ten feet away. I was about to see something living and breathing that I had made. I felt proud as they wheeled out the foals in the tiny sterile carriage. I was going to see my babies! I was going to see my…

I stopped. One was swathed in a blue blanket, and the other in a pink blanket, and their little heads poked out of the holes as they suckled on little pacifiers. One was red, like me, and the other was a lighter yellow, probably from Applejack’s family. I wasn’t expecting either, and for some reason—and I have no clue why—I expected to see my tannish skin instead of red fur on the girl, and then some other shade of skin on the boy. Instead of snouts, I expected little button noses that would crinkle every now and again. I didn’t think that those big ears I was told I had as a child would turn out to be that floppy and pointed. There were no small, neatly shut eyes, but instead, two sets of dinner plates were sealed shut by furry eyelids.

I didn’t think my children would be ponies. I don’t know how I could ever possibly think otherwise, but for some odd reason, I found myself dreaming of a sterile hospital room with humans, and little white clothed nurses fumbling about until I was shown my real child… a human. But no, that’s not what I saw. I had fathered two foals, not a little boy and a little girl. They would breathe Equestrian air and make other pony friends, not soak up the natural sunlight of earth or learn to drive when they were sixteen. They were ponies.

And I couldn’t have been prouder. I held one of them in my hooves as they sat down—the boy. He was fast asleep, sucking in tiny breaths as I hunched over, taking in all of his little feature. He resembled his uncle in shape with a strong jaw and rigid features, but his mother in the eyes. I had taken a glimpse before they had shut for the long haul. They were emerald, just like Applejack’s. I told her that, and she just laughed and said: “That means he’s smart!” I just laughed and told her how proud I was.

After that, I took over caring for the foals for a little while Applejack got back on her hooves. From the moment I took them home they started crying. And they continued to cry… all day and all night. To be quite honest, that thing I had loved so much in the hospital was about two seconds away from being thrown out the window, and if it weren’t for the fact that they’d shut up and fall asleep when I fed them, I think I just might have done it too.

One day, though, the worst possible thing that could have happened, happened. We ran out of breast milk, and Pinkie was out at Sugarcube Corner. It was still about a day or two before the Apple family would take the foals home, and Applejack was all the way on the other side of town. Since I had already been told by Pinkie that foals were to never be left alone (and I found out later the hard way when Twilight’s foal, Starswirl, decided to climb a bookshelf when I took a piss) I searched for any alternative. I tried regular milk, tap water, soda… but nothing seemed to work. Eventually, I decided to lay down and rest while I let them play around on the carpet for a while. Carpets are actually a very entertaining subject for a foal, and believe it or not, they can spend hours exploring just a few square feet.

I only closed my eyes for a moment before drifting off into a fatigued sleep. I dreamt of a world without foals to keep me awake all night. Oh, what a wonderful world it had been…

Tug… tug…

“Huh?” I said, feeling a strange sensation across my lower belly.

Tug… tug…

My eyes shot open as I realized what was happened. I looked down only to find a colt and a filly eagerly suckling at my teats, of which, I could feel the liquid being sucked dry from my large mounds. When I first turned into a mare, they had barely been noticeable, but now, they seemed to be closer to a human breast in size. They were full of milk for my own foal to drink, and these two just seemed to take advantage of the free meal. I was about a second away from shoving them off and jumping into a shower to wash away the weirdness… but then I stopped myself. I just let them keep going, sucking away at my two little nipples, and soon enough, I just let my eyes rest before falling asleep. It was only about twenty minutes later when Pinkie came back and found me feeding the foals in the middle of the floor, dead asleep. Over the next few months, she would constantly tell me how cute I looked when she found me. Needless to say, I was not amused.

Applejack came by one day, and we took the foals to Sweet Apple Acres where their new rooms would be. We had talked about me taking care of them at our house, but she decided against it, knowing that I would have too much on my plate over the next few weeks. She didn’t seem at all to mind taking her foals off of my hooves. In fact, the whole relationship seemed to be about as casual as can be, as long as I visited and watched the foals every once in a while. I could feel it, though. The sort of detachment that I wasn’t used to as a human. I was a father, she was a mother, but nothing past that, other than being friends. We didn’t sleep in the same bed or talk about how annoying the neighbors were. No, it was a mutual love of the children, mixed in with friendship and the realization that sometime in the future, she may want more foals… or possibly someone to bump uglies for fun. She made that part very clear, actually.

But I suppose I had my job and they had theirs. And speaking of jobs, being Celestia’s mate happens to be the greatest job in the world, hands down. We went out for a few public dinners to show off our mated status, which not only did the press have a field day, but also turned out to be pretty fun. She’s a funny gal for being over 1000 years old, and she enjoys my company profusely, or so she claims. Being the head of state in what I would consider a diarchy of sorts, the press really doesn’t have much choice over what they can say about her. It’s not like she forces them or anything, but they can’t just go out and print slander about me and her mating. I’m sure they were going to, but after a quick interview, they sort of understood the deal.

As I’ve said before, apparently being transgender isn’t that unnatural in this society. I mean, it’s actually a fairly common practice among certain places like Las Pegasus. I guess the thought that it was taboo comes from human prejudice, but then again, we can’t magically make a woman grow a penis, so there’s that… But on the good side of things, Big Mac actually took the news that he was fathering a child with another dude pretty well. His response was exactly what you might assume. That’s right, he fainted.

But afterward, it was just at the realization that he was going to be a father, not because I was the mother. When we got him up, he just trotted over to me and patted me on the back saying he was happy to finally sire a foal. He kissed me on the cheek, and I blushed. I guess even out of heat, my body was still a little attracted to him.

Anyway, Celestia gave me enough bits to probably build a small fortress of my own, but I settled for a two-story duplex in the center of Ponyville, right next to Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie moved in, which was fantastic, and I prepared myself for the inevitable arrival of the foal within me.

Over the course of the two weeks after Applejack gave birth, one after another, the mares started popping like balloons. After Applejack was Twilight, who insisted that Spike and I were in the room, gave birth to the aptly named Starswirl. I remember looking over at Spike to see the horror in his eyes. I just chuckled and leaned into him.

“You see that?” I asked him quietly as Twilight screamed.

He nodded his head.

“You did that to me…”

His face went pale, and just as I had said that, the foal came squelching out of the purple mare’s pussy, soaking half of her bed in birthing fluids. Spike—quill and scroll in hand—promptly fainted onto the floor as I rolled around next to him, laughing. I was a little disturbed too, but at least I knew it was months before I had to worry about it. Spike got what he deserved, I suppose, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make him watch me too.

Starswirl was a little easier to take care of than the other two considering he was only one pony, but the whole unicorn thing was definitely a challenge. He would randomly shoot out little sparks of magic and singe the fur around my arms. Though, he was a hungry foal, and because of that, constantly sucking on me, or asleep. Very low maintenance and probably the easiest one I had to watch.

Fluttershy’s colt, Juniper, though, was the complete opposite. If you could ever find someone that was the opposite of Fluttershy, it was her kid. He never shut up, always crying and screaming, even after I let him feed for over an hour! He’s hyperactive, giggly, and always wanting to be the center of attention. I swear, if it was anything to tell by, this kid would be a celebrity when he’s older. Either that or a politician judging by the amount of shit he gives me.

The weirdest experience had to have been Vinyl, though. For some reason, and I have no clue why, she wanted a natural, at home birth. That meant that I was the lucky one who got to help deliver the baby. She thought I was good enough considering I had seen it done a few times before, and the amount of history I had with vaginas. Well, I couldn’t say she was wrong, now could I?

Surprisingly, it went off without a hitch, which I thank god that the foal didn’t break a leg coming out. I know that’s the main problem with these sort of things, but luckily, it was all straight forward. But as Vinyl had Forte, her little filly, I noticed something I had never thought of before. The ponies came out with umbilical cords. I’m not sure how much you know of equine anatomy, and for some reason I know an absurd amount as it turns out, but usually they come out in this whitish sack. It took me a while to realize it, but foals also resemble human kids too. Well, more than real horse foals anyway. So small and gentle, and not yet able to move on their own other than a crawl a few weeks in.

It almost felt like a resemblance of something familiar. A little nostalgic even. I know it’s weird to say that about something so strange, but nevertheless, that’s what I felt.

Before I knew it, both Zecora and Derpy were delivering their foals. Zecora didn’t have a problem, and without so much as a grunt, passed her foal out and into the open world. I can’t say the same for Derpy, though. She was crying and snivelling, and all I could do was sit there like an idiot and hold her hooves. It must have hurt her so bad, because she was still sobbing after the little filly passed through. When they handed her to me, though, I tapped Derpy on the side. She looked up at me with red eyes.

“Look,” I said. “Look at her eyes, they’re just like yours.”

She burst out into more tears. “No! Don’t say that! Don’t say that she’s stuck like me!”

I grabbed her hoof and held her tight. “No,” I whispered. “Look.” I showed her the foal. “She’s got the most beautiful, golden eyes I’ve ever seen, just like yours.”

After that, I took the foal home and Derpy stayed in the hospital for a few days. We named her Grace, which I felt appropriate. I think Derpy liked it even more than I did, though. She was proud of the little foal with the golden eyes, and I couldn’t be happier for her. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who had a little growing up to do.

Well, Zecora had a secret, that was for sure, and as my due date drew closer, so did the fear of having my insides ripped apart by giving birth. Zecora didn’t feel a thing, or so she said, and I went to investigate just exactly how she was able to pass something along out of that tight pussy. It was a mystery to me, but when I asked her she just laughed. She said it was an old Zebra secret that had been passed down from mother to daughter for just about as long as she had ever read about. Immediately, I assumed it was some sort of potion to kill the pain, but again, she just laughed.

No, she said, it wasn’t a potion, although it did feel very magical. She pulled out a large suitcase looking box and handed it to me with a wink. She said to go home and find somepony willing to help me. I just sort of nodded and trotted off without another question. I find it’s better to take things with a smile and a thank you rather than to question them.

I took home the box and opened it on my kitchen table, my eyes growing with delicious understanding. All lined up in order from largest to smallest were a set of beautifully decorated stallion cocks, each with a flared tip and set of wooden balls underneath. The first was a bit smaller than what a regular pony dick looked like, but as the line went on, the girth expanded much farther than I thought possible. The final dildo was a sight to behold. Over two feet long and wider than one of my forelegs. I briefly glanced down at what I thought were my already pretty loose lips and shuddered. The behemoth before me was the final setting on a kit that was made to loosen my pussy and make giving birth easier. All that was required was someone to strap it on…

From then on, every night, Pinkie would attach one of the cocks to a special belt that came out of the bottom of the suitcase and bent me over the side of the bed. She’d fuck me night after night, making me squeal with delight as my lips expanded to meet the needs placed upon me. As my belly grew larger, so did the cocks, and before I knew it, I was taking the largest dildo like a pro, sometimes even squirting torrents of mare cum a few times before Pinkie got too tired and we went to sleep. From the outside, it must have looked like a gigantic wreck underneath my tail, but everything just felt more pleasurable to me.

So as I lay on the porch of my tiny home and watch the ponies go by, I wasn’t the least bit worried about what was to come. In fact, I welcomed it in full force. I’m not sure if you know it, but being pregnant is an extreme drag. You’re hooves are sore, you can’t quit looking at a mirror because you think you’re fat, and you’re always horny! Like, twenty-four hours a day, you just want something to screw you senseless. I often find myself going inside multiple times a day to get off with one of Zecora’s dildos before coming back with a new drink and watching the ponies go about their lives. I would usually be taking care of the little ones or one of my herd members, but they all agreed that I needed to take a break until I popped.

“Wow, you’re really fat…” the sudden voice called out, startling me. I looked around only to find a purple mare with a sly grin gracing her muzzle.

“Hey, I’m not fat!” I said, blushing. “It’s just the… baby weight.”

“Oh is it?” she asked. “Or has living with Pinkie finally made you a portly pony?”

I grimaced and looked down at my stomach, bulging much farther than I ever thought possible. It was grotesque the way it pushed my flesh out so far, expanding my pony barrel to a plump form. Two big bags of milk flopped against each other, hiding away the overused pussy I had grown to love. Before I knew it, I was starting to cry.

I sniffled and let out a sob. Twilight looked incredibly disheartened and surprised at my reaction. Instantly, she was holding my hoof. “I’m so sorry!” she said. “I didn’t mean to upset you! I had no idea you were so self-conscious of your weight! It was just a joke, I promise.” I wanted to tell her it was okay, but my body refused to let me.

“It’s… It’s,” I said in between sobs.

“It’s what?”

I sniffled. “It’s these damn hormones!” I threw my face into my hooves. “It feels like I’m about to throw up even though I’ve only eaten a dozen donuts today!”

Twilight gasped. “A dozen? That much?”

I nodded. “Yeah, not even the usual two dozen. It just feels like I’m…” I stopped mid sentence, my eyes widening to their full dinner plate size.

“It feels like what?” Twilight asked. “What were you about to say?”

I looked down at my belly and craned my neck as far as I could to look behind myself. I had to be sure of it…

“What’s wrong?”

I looked back up at the most magically gifted mare in my herd and stammered out an answer. “T-Twilight… I think… I think I’m going into labor.”

Her face lit up in surprise. “Ohmygosh Ohmygosh! Are you sure?” I reached a hoof behind myself and felt around my lower lips. I brought them back up to show her that they were absolutely soaked in my juices.

“Yeah,” I nodded, still in disbelief of the situation I was in. “Pretty sure.”

The next twenty minutes were a complete mystery to me. I remember little snippets and bits, but somehow, I managed to waddle with Twilight telling me we were only a little bit ways away from the hospital. For one thing, when I got up from the porch, all the juices that had been built up in my womb flooded out of me, which more or less, scared the absolute hell out of me. I had been lucky enough to become a squirter of a mare when I had been transformed, but the levels of fluid output had reached the staggering level of modded Super Soaker. Needless to say, I had to put out my Caution: Wet Floor! sign before we left.

Every step I took to the hospital was a major feat in and of itself. All I really felt like doing was crumpling over on my side and delivering the foal right there in the middle of the street. In fact, I nearly did that if Twilight hadn’t been there to pick me up with her magic and set me upright again. It was only afterward that I had begun thinking of a few things regarding the way my transportation was handled. For one thing: no ambulance. I understand that we’re ponies and probably can’t drive, but the least they could have done was bring a little cart for me to rest in while I prepared to push a fucking live pony into the world! Oh, and why the hell didn’t Twilight just carry me with her levitation? Or better yet, why not some god damn teleportation magic?

Anyway, it took a bit to reach the hospital, but once we arrived, I got to lay down on a gurney, and they took me into the delivery room. Once on the bed, I looked around. Multiple machines were surrounding me, whizzing and beeping every few seconds to indicate something in a language I couldn’t speak. Doctors and nurses were prepping a few instruments to use in the procedure, and they shouted at each other to begin washing one thing or lubing another. It was a mad house alright, and I was quickly beginning to understand why Fluttershy was so nervous to have her foal. Being the center of attention is not always a good thing.

“Ahem,” the lead doctor—a funny-looking stallion with brown hair—started, dragging me away from my daydreaming. “We’re about to start the procedure, miss. Would you mind…?” I looked at him with a puzzled gaze. I looked down and saw he was motioning to my legs.

“Oh,” I said. “Sure thing.” I took in a deep breath and slowly spread my legs open, neatly placing them on the short stirrups, similar to what you’d see in a gynecologist’s office. The doctor obviously didn’t sense my discomfort because he went straight to work. He threw the gown they had placed on me up and dove underneath it.

His head went deeper and deeper until I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. Umm, dude, what are you doing exactly… I thought. Though, my question seemed to be answered as I felt a long tongue divide my slit as he delved deep into my love tunnel. A shiver ran up my spine, and my eyes shot open like the high beams on a car.

“Woah!” I said. “What the hell are you doing?” I nearly batted away the perverted stallion who decided all of the sudden that he wanted to taste my honey. Though, he backed off and gave me a stone cold glare.

“Excuse me, miss, but you need to calm down. It will only make the process tougher if you keep resisting.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Says a RAPIST! Get away from me, weirdo!” I held a hoof up to kick him in the jaw, but he stopped it with one of his hooves.

“Miss, you need to calm down!” he said. “You’re going into labor, and if we don’t deliver this foal, you and it can be in danger!” I was about to try and kick him again, but I decided against it. Maybe… maybe this was normal.

“Wh-why did you lick me?” I asked.

He just shook his head. “Didn’t they ever teach you in school?” He sighed. “It’s tradition for a stallion to begin to arouse the mare before giving birth. That way, it passes through easily.” He looked me dead in the eyes. “You do want this to go alright, don’t you?”

I swallowed my pride and nodded. “Well, then. Just hold still and allow us to deliver your new bouncing foal.” He wasn’t very enthusiastic about it, but he did seem dead set on making it happen. I tried to think back to when Twilight or somepony else was having their foal, but I couldn’t really remember anything like this ever happened. Sure, the doctor spent a lot of time down underneath… and they were moaning… but it never looked like that was happening.

The doctor went back under and immediately started to lick up and down my folds. He was an expert, that was for sure. It occurred to me that he had probably delivered over 100 foals here, and that would mean he’s had 100 pussies to practice on. I moaned in delight as he suckled on my clitoris. Oh, he was good, very good.

A few minutes had passed and I had fallen into a cycle of moans and feminine grunts, the likes of which, I could tell were making the whole hospital staff steamy. One of the other stallion nurses even had an erection. And then there was Big Mac, too. He was wearing a #1 dad shirt which was just waaay too small for him. It made me chuckle.

While I was experiencing my little one on one session with the doc, it seemed like somepony had rounded up everyone and brought them down. Big Mac was standing there, sporting a rather large hard on while Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Twilight, Derpy, even both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. It had really surprised me that they had shown up considering their royal status and everything, but then again, I did father one of their foals. Celestia named him Comet, and he was just about the cutest little earth pony foal one could ask for. I asked her afterward why he didn’t come out as an alicorn and she told me that stuff had to be earned. It makes sense, though. Apparently the only thing that really passes on is his race, and since Celestia was an earth pony before she became a princess, that’s what Comet got.

They all watched with little whispers of encouragement and smiles as I would experience the miracle of bearing a foal. The doctor finished his duty and wiped his mouth on a towel before turning back to me. “Are you ready, miss?” I nodded. “Alright, now wait a minute, and when I tell you, push that sucker out of you. Got it?”

I nodded again, trying to mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen. I had practiced, though, and I thought I was ready. My pussy was about as prepared as it could possibly ever hope to be, and after eleven months of carrying a pony in your stomach to term, you’re kind of eager to get it out of you.

“Alright, miss, you can go ahead and push,” the doctor said.

Moment of truth. I was ready. It was time.

I pushed.

“Holy mother of GOD!” I screamed as the foal descended past my uterine wall. It had traveled into my love canal and was contracting my foal back and forth as it stretched me out farther than I had ever been stretched. Zecora’s training may have helped a little, but this was simply pain!

“Ughh…” I moaned, continuing to push as the tiny, hooved body reached my entrance. Almost there! I thought. Just a little more! I bit my lip and allowed my pussy lips to expand around the head of my little foal.

“Congratulations!” the doctor shouted. “It’s a unicorn!”

Unicorn… huh? My vagina contracted again making me shout in pain and forget about whatever had just been said. My focus was on the task at hand, and that task just so happened to be pushing this mother fuckin’ bastard out of my cunt.

“Get outta me!” I hissed. I bore down harder on my insides and focused everything I had on a final push, and with a plop, the rest of the foal came tumbling out and into the hooves of the doctor. The sound of crying erupted inside the room, but only momentarily, because the next moment, my cheering section evolved into a round of cheers and applause. I sat there, breathing hard, and thanking god that it was finally over.

Suddenly, a pair of orange hooves thrust into my side, and I realized that the nurse was handing me my swaddles foal. “It’s a boy,” she said.

I took him in my arms and looked it over. I looked down at it and saw the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in the world. It was nothing like the cute images that the community made of baby ponies back when I was a human. No, it was so much better; the old images were made to look stupid and ridiculous. His dark blue hair curled in little locks that were barely short enough so they didn’t cover his eyes. His eyes, oh god, his eyes. They were greenish blue, like an ocean, and they twinkled softly as he stared right back at me. His little horn was small and funny looking, but looked plenty sturdy, I was sure he was gonna get the ladies with that little beast on his head. His fur was… dark blue.

I stopped for a moment. Wait a second. I looked up at the rest of the mares in the room, all staring at me with curious eyes. They were curious as to what I was thinking and were feeding off of it from what I could tell.

“Twilight,” I called softly, realizing my voice was nearly thrown out because of the screaming. “Can you come here?”

At the mention of her name, her face lit up and she cantered over. “Congratulations!” she whispered. “You must be so happy right now!”

I smiled. “I am! But, uhh… one thing, though.” She moved in closer. “Can you tell me why my little foal looks nothing like me or my mate?…”

She had a puzzled look for a second. “Well, sometimes the foal will take more from the father’s side of the family. I’ve seen foals that look nothing like their mothers before.”

“Oh?” I asked. “And how many unicorns are in the Apple family?”

A dour expression stole away her face and she looked away for a moment. “I see your point.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I know. Oh, and one more question. Are horns like an extra set of genitals or something? Like, fertility wise?”

She nodded. “Uhh, yeah, I think so. That’s why mom always told me to wear protection when horning somebody… I mean…” She shut her mouth before she said another word. I just giggled, but then I sighed.

I looked over to the group of mares and called for Big Mac. He was there in a flash. “Can I see mah boy?” he asked. My heart almost crushed itself. This was going to be hard.

“Big Mac… I’ve got some news to tell you.” I looked at him with the softest eyes I could, but I knew nothing would really soften the blow. He looked incredibly happy, and I knew the feeling all too well. I was a father myself, and when my foals popped out of Applejack, Twilight, and the rest, I was in a state of nirvana. But it had to be done.

“Big Mac… I have something to tell you.” He leaned in closer. Oh god…

“What is it, honey?”

I sighed. “I’m not sure if the foal is yours. I-” before I could go on any further, the stallion in front of me stood on his back legs and let out a horrid whinny. “EEEYYYUUUP,” he shouted, smiling at me on his way back down. I just sat there with my mouth hanging open.

“What?” was all I could say.

“I’m not the dad! Hot dog!”

“Y-You’re happy?” I asked him incredulously.

He smiled and nodded. “Of course I am! I’m not ready to be a father!”

My mouth hung open. “So why did you fake all that excitement about seeing your new foal? Your new son?”

“Ah, shucks,” he replied. “I just did that to make ya feel happy. Are you sure, though? You sure that it’s not mine.”

“Pretty sure,” I deadpanned.

“Well,” he said, patting me on the side. “You did a helluva job, and good luck with raisin’ it!” Before I knew what had happened, he was out the door and from the sound of it, dancing down the halls. I just shook my head.

“So, whose kid is it then?” Twilight asked me, trotting up to the other side of the bed. I glanced around the room to find the one who did this to me, but for some reason, they were nowhere to be found.

“I… I think…”

“Yahoo! We are most excited to become one of these so called: ‘Horn fathers,’ to this foal!” I facehoofed. Of course this would happen to me.

Luna was at my bedside faster than I could say she was the father. She had probably known for a while and never said anything about it. She had even managed to snag Big Mac’s #1 Dad shirt before he left. I wondered how she did that, but also why I had never gotten one of those for the eight foals I had fathered. It was rather frustrating, actually.

“Oh, Brian, we are simply ebullient to know that our suspicions were confirmed. That morning in the spa was much more than just a play date! We are mates, now!”

I smiled at her the closest thing I had to sincerity. “Indeed.” One word. Short. To the point. Acceptable.

Luna continued to freak out for a while before chattering on with Twilight as they made their way out of the delivery room. Soon, all the other mares did as well. All except one, that is.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Princess Celestia said as she trotted up to my bed, a smile on her face. I held onto my foal.

“Oh? And what would that be?” I asked.

“Your name,” she said. “You said you needed time to come up with a new name. It has been nearly eleven months since then. Do you have an answer?”

I was about to answer when I stopped myself and looked down at my foal. He was fast asleep and snoring away like a pro. His little pony mouth was opening and closing softly as he blew little air puffs against his long, curly mane. He was my son, and even though I loved my other children, this one felt different to me. I couldn’t tell why. I had spent eleven of the craziest months of my life here, and never in a million years could I have ever guessed that any of this would ever happen.

But that’s not a bad thing. Far from it, actually.

“Yeah,” I said, nuzzling my baby colt. “I think I might go by ‘Dad’ for a while.”

Author's Note

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