My Ovaries!

Time: 4:53 pm

Location: Ponyville Alley

Population: Mostly Female

Casualties: Several

Classified: 86 Classified

“Careful! We nearly ran into that group of stallions!”

“Stop pushing my wings!”

“Um…”

“Who stepped on my tail?!”

“Who let Fluttershy on top? I should be on top!”

“Can you spread your legs a little? I can’t fit inside this tight space.”

“Ahh! Not there, Rainbow Dash!”

“Stop it! My horn is quite sensitive!”

“Ew! Something just squirted!”

Creeeeeaaaaakkk!

The entire group of girls, crammed together to hide behind a dumpster, froze as a stallion from the local restaurant exited through a door to take out the trash. The stallion, a sexy specimen with luscious blonde locks and green eyes that could massage the soul’s shoulders while reciting poetry, stared at the girls with his beautiful, beautiful eyes.

“...Can I help you ladies?” He cocked his head.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Rainbow Dash, currently upside down, said as she tried pushing Fluttershy’s head out of her crotch.

“U-unless it’s what you’re into,” Fluttershy said, her blush deepening with each word.

“Then it’s exactly what it looks like,” Rarity finished, her eyes devouring the toned flanks of the incredibly sexualized stallion. The stallion caught the glint in each mare’s eyes, noticing the blush and sweat, and wisely retreated back into the restaurant, making sure to lock it just in case.

The girl Winona-pile immediately collapsed.

“Are you kidding me?” Applejack growled as she adjusted her hat. “What’s with y’all acting like mares in heat in times of crisis? That’s so damn cliche, it ain’t even funny!”

Rarity sighed and gave Applejack a sympathetic frown. “I’m sorry, darling, but it’s not us at all! The spell affected every male, turning them into specimens of…” Rarity licked her lips, and then shook her head. “It’s in the air. The air is full of pheromones.”

A strong musk permeated the air. The girls walked through the alley and poked their heads, totem pole style, staring into the road from the safety of their shadows.

The specimen in question was a stallion walking by, but not a normal stallion by any standard.

“My word,” Rarity whispered. “He’s so… muscular.”

Fluttershy gasped. “His mane is rugged, yet so neat.”

Rainbow Dash licked her lips. “Pheromones or no, he looks delicious!”

“Excuse me?” Applejack growled. “That’s muh brother! And he’s hardly changed at all!”

The three non-siblings of the sexualized stallion exchanged bemused glares, before melting into gleeful grins. “Yummy!”

Applejack gagged as she backed away from the group. “Y’all disgust me, ya oinkin’ pigs!”

“So…” Rainbow Dash’s smirk switched from Fluttershy to Rarity. “I’m not even in heat and he’s lookin’ yummy!”

“No fair, Rainbow Dash!” Fluttershy whined, crouching and batting at Rainbow’s hooves. “You got the last one!”

“Hey! I shared!”

“It’s not the same!”

“How about a proposal, darlings?” Rarity batted her eyelashes. “We play ‘earth, magic, sky’ for the first night, then a foursome?”

“Yeah!”

“That sounds like a satisfying night for y’all, but remember? Only makes it worse, girls.” Applejack shoved the group apart, staring each mare down until they crouched into submission. “And lay off muh brother.”

“Um, miss?”

The mares turned their gaze back to the scene on the road. Big Mac, ever so oblivious to the woes of mares, trotting over to a particular mare lying on the road. He leaned down to sniff the mare, asking for her condition.

“Miss Cheerilee?” he asked, prodding her limp body with a gentle hoof. On the third prod, the mare jerked as she regained consciousness.

“Ergh… mommy?” Cheerilee blinked, her vision slowly returning to clarity. As soon as she could recognize the red mass before her, she flinched and crawled backwards on her back. “Mister Macintosh! You have to leave! Hurry!”

“But miss,” Big Mac said as he stepped forward, eyeing the trail of pink liquid leaking from Cheerilee. “You’re hurt…”

Just as Cheerilee clutched her belly and screamed, the hiding mares wincing as they covered their eyes.

The resulting explosion shattered every window exposed to the street, rocking the earth itself. The initial shockwave, despite Applejack and Rainbow Dash’s bracing, pushed the group of mares down the alley.

“MY OVARIES!” Cheerilee screamed as the air returned to fill the vacuum, shoving the girls up the alley and into the street with the aftershock. The girls tumbled onto the road into a pile, each groaning with differing levels of pain as their ovaries contracted to the scent of a nearby (and quite shocked) Big Mac.

Applejack, on the outskirt of the group and nearest Cheerilee, screeched and shoved the entire group off her in a desperate act to avoid the growing puddle of blood and… ick. Her hoof caught in the concoction, to which she stomped on dry ground to wipe off. “Ick!”

“Look at the neat freak now,” Rarity deadpanned as she watched Applejack prance about.

“Rarity!” Applejack snapped as she casually wiped her hoof on Rainbow Dash’s wing. “This ain’t exactly mud that you obviously luuuurve!”

Rarity opened her mouth to snark back, only to be shushed by Rainbow Dash of all ponies. The attentive pegasus looked to and fro, searching for something. Her mouth opened, slow and unsure, and said, “Where’s Fluttershy?”

“...” The three exchanged looks, their gaze slowly rising up to the roofs.

“U-um, don’t mind me,” Fluttershy whimpered as she clung to the rooftop’s edge, shaking.

Rainbow Dash placed her forelegs on Applejack and Rarity’s shoulders and shoved them aside. “This is Fluttershy, let me handle it.” Before the two earthbound mares could protest, Rainbow Dash pushed up into the air and hovered toward Fluttershy. She tried approaching with her forelegs outstretched, only for Fluttershy to crawl backwards.

“G-get away!” Fluttershy screamed, quivering as her wings clinged to her sides.

Rainbow Dash crossed her forelegs and hovered in place, vertical, with hardly a wing flap of effort. “Seriously, Fluttershy, come on. We don’t have much time.”

“No! You don’t understand!” Fluttershy scrunched her muzzle and glanced downward to her friends. She returned her gaze to Rainbow Dash, her eyes beginning to sparkle as she held back tears. “Can’t you see? It was small at first, but they’re getting bigger! The longer a mare waits, the greater the explosion! We’re ticking time bombs!”

Rainbow Dash’s eyes opened wide. “Y-you can’t be serious…”

“Yes!” Fluttershy cried out, inching forward her pupils dilated and voice shaking. “I’m too close… I can’t travel with you any longer, otherwise I’ll put everypony at risk! Applejack isn’t going to… nevermind. You and Rarity are strong ponies, you’ll last long enough to save us!”

“Come on, Fluttershy!” Rainbow Dash tried inching forward, only for Fluttershy to crawl back on the roof. She lowered her forelegs and sighed, slouching her shoulders. “Please? You’ll be fine.”

“No, Rainbow Dash! I won’t be—ahh!” Fluttershy’s body convulsed as her spine arched. She opened her eyes as the tears began to trickle down her pale cheeks. “Please. I don’t have much time.”

Rainbow Dash grimaced and reached out with a single hoof. “Fluttershy, I…” Rainbow Dash lowered her head and hoof, then sighed. She looked up, channeled all her churning emotions, and gave Fluttershy a last gaze with her magenta, tearful eyes.

Fluttershy met her eyes as her body relaxed, no longer cringing. She tilted her head and smiled, showing off a single fang. “I… I feel the same way.”

And then Fluttershy’s ovaries exploded.

Rarity and Applejack, their jaws hanging low in sheer shock, only moved their heads to watch as Rainbow Dash sailed across the sky. At least until the aftershocks came, and knocked them across the street.

“My ovaries…!”

It only took Applejack and Rarity to recover, helping each other stand up and dust off. There was no time to mourn the fallen, even as blood trickled down the drain pipe. They exchanged a look, communicating a single thought: We have to finish the job.

There was no time to waste, no time to “phallic male sex organ” around in Ponyville any longer. Time was running out. Deciding to take their chances with running into the rest of the male populace, the duo put their heads down and merely galloped through town. The occasional stallion bumped into them, worsening Rarity’s condition, and the street was littered with mares dragging themselves on the ground with a trail of blood behind them.

“Um, darling?” Rarity gasped as the ground underneath gradually turned to dirt and grass at the outskirts of Ponyville. “Mind if I ask a question of a personal nature?”

“Whatever, sugarcube,” Applejack said with hardly a heavy breath. “If we survive the day, I could kiss ya for all I care.”

“That’s exactly what I mean, darling,” Rarity said, choosing her words as tactfully as she could. “How come, well I do realize you’re affected by the magic, but how come your condition isn’t worsened whenever we meet a male?”

“Well, that’s an easy answer.” Applejack blew through her lips and adjusted her hat that was dipping too low. “Ovaries produce small amounts of testosterone, which are obviously tied to your little magic spell thingy.”

“Er, yes, I realize that scientific fact,” Rarity said, the lightbulb in her head refusing to light itself due to her blind outlook on romance. It was like Trenderhoof, when she subconsciously realized that she. Did. Not. Get. It. “But how does that apply to our situation?”

“Rarity, I’m going to put this as calmly as I can,” Applejack growled as they passed by Fluttershy’s cottage. “I’m gay.”

“WHAT?!” Rarity skidded to a stop, forcing Applejack to sigh and turn around.

“No need to tie your dresses in a—”

“You’re gay?!” Rarity screeched as she pointed at Applejack. “And you never had the mind to tell me!?”

Applejack tipped her hat. “I understand your concern, but that’s—”

“Concern? CONCERN?!” Rarity screamed; Applejack flinched and blinked rapidly. “I’m a little more than ‘concerned,’ darling!”

“Yes, but—”

“‘But” nothing, Applejack!” -Applejack winced at the sudden drop of the pet name- “What concerns me is the sleepovers!”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with gir—”

“We slept together, Applejack! You liked my muddy hooves on you, didn’t you?”

“It ain’t what you thi—”

“I braided your hair and gave you a Saddle Arabian style massage!”

“And it was nice and al—”

“Nice? NICE?! I bet it was nice when you asked me to be your practice partner for that contest!”

“It was just wrestli—”

“Wrestlers don’t use their tongue, Applejack! We practiced together!”

“And I took you to dinne—”

“In the closet, my closet!”

“I apologized for that and—”

“For five hours!”

“RARITY! SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK!” Applejack stomped her hoof as her face grew red.

Rarity shook her head as her ears stopped ringing. “Sweet Celestia, darling, no need to get so upset…”

“Ah gosh darn it!” Applejack roared and pounced Rarity. Before Rarity could even process the new events, Applejack shoved her down, pinned her hooves, and landed a wet one directly on her lips.

Decisions, decisions, and decisions rocketed through Rarity’s mind. The romantic and automatic response that came to mind was to struggle until her limbs grew weak, to close her eyes as her heart admitted defeat, and lose herself in pleasure as her new lover took advantage of her weak and helpless flower.

For the first time in her life, Rarity decided to not be the heroine in her trashy novels, particularly the one about vamponies that Twilight mysteriously hated for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

Rather, and with the aid of magic, Rarity flipped Applejack over and deepened the kiss herself. The two rolled on the ground, each trying to dominate the other as their tongues danced in unison. Rarity groaned as the heat in her womb grew hotter and hotter, permeating her coat itself…

Rarity’s eyes shot open. That’s not me.

With much regret, Rarity shoved Applejack into the air with a burst of magic. She jumped to her hooves and crouched, readying herself in case the farmer—currently cursing like a sailor—tried any more funny business. Eventually, Applejack’s vocabulary calmed and became coherent.

“You have five seconds to tell me why in Equestria you did that, and it better not be some hogwash nonsense like ‘But darliiiiin’, I ain’t gay!’” Applejack growled as her tongue dripped with malice.

“Um, darling?” Rarity tilted her head as she saw the familiar spasms ripple through her new lover’s muscles. “Your…” -she hung her head- “your time is up.”

Rarity, with her heart heavy and legs of dread, turned and galloped away to escape the resulting explosion. Taking a moment to shed a tear as she glanced back at the crater left behind, she returned to her quest and galloped into the Everfree Forest.

Time: 4:13 pm

Location: Entrance to Tartarus

Population: Too much

Casualties: None

Classified: 137 Minutes

“Yes… I am free again,” Tirek muttered as he hid behind a tree, watching Cerebus bumble about from a distance. “Now, to take what was stolen from me and return it to it’s rightful owner.” He clenched his fist. “And then—What’s this?”

Magic saturated the air as his muscles began to grow once more. He squeezed his fist, testing his growing strength. A crooked smile crept onto his lips as he began to snicker. “An enchantment? Excellent. Indirect, yet effective.”

He threw his head back and cackled, his old strength’s return streaming into his body.

“Look out, Ponyville! I’m coming.”