The Pegasister

My name is Stephanie. I'm 18 years old, I go to USC, I practically live on the beach--OH! And there's one more thing you should probably know about me. I'm a brony--er pegasister or whatever you wanna call me. Pretty much the main point is that I'm a grown woman who likes candy-colored ponies. Don't get me wrong! I'm not some secluded weirdo, but after what I'm about to tell you, you pretty much might wanna send me away for some kind of psychiatric treatment. The thing is, I haven't always been a brony. I haven't even known about ponies until just recently, actually.

It was a warm, sunny day, just like pretty much every day in Cali, and I wasn't doing anything differently than I normally do pretty much everyday. Me and a couple of my girl friends were at the beach, rockin' our new swim suits, sipping some smoothies and just overall being complete dorks. "Hey, Maddie," I said to my friend. "You see that guy over there with the blue swim trunks? If I fake a heat stroke, do you think he'd give me one of his sodas?"

"I have a feeling you want more than just one of his sodas," she replied while the other girls giggled behind her.

"Guilty! You should go try it out."

"No way! You!"

I'm being honest when I say on a normal day, I would have just laughed it off and gone back to sunbathing, but for some reason, I was feeling ballsy enough to try out my luck. I strutted my way over to the boy with the blue swim trunks, built body and irresistible 5 o'clock shadow, making sure to give him a flirty smile for whenever he decided to turn his head towards me. Suddenly, though, I felt myself burning up. Sweat started to trickle down my forehead followed by a piercing pain in between my ears, making me dizzy enough to practically lose balance on my way over. I tried keeping myself up, but my legs became so weak that I toppled onto the ground, the heat becoming unbearable like some kind of furnace inside my own body.

The boy finally looked over in my direction, but the problem was, I wasn't faking the heat stroke. "Hey!" he shouted, running over to me. "Are you alright?"

"I... can't breathe..."

I squeezed my eyes shut to block out the pain, but nothing was working. He held me in his arms, his body blocking out the sun, yet all I could do was tremble there helplessly while something in my head felt like it was growing within my skull, trying to break free.

"Hey, stay with me, OK? Somebody call her an ambulance!"

The only thing I could think about was trying not to lose my composure in public as my lungs began to give out. Don't cry, I told myself over and over. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't...

Cry...

The next thing I remember was a feeling of numbness, but not necessarily in the way where all the pain goes away (although at this point, most of the pain was gone). It was like waking up to find that I had slept on my arm and couldn't move it, only instead of it being my arm, it was pretty much my whole body other than my neck and head. I didn't want to move, though. I was still trying to make sense as to if I had just woken up and the whole beach thing was a dream or if I had legitimately passed out from a heat stroke.

"Umm... Hello?"

I didn't recognize the voice. Crap. Probably a lifeguard or EMT. I did pass out.

"Are you... alive?"

"Wha?" I replied in a groggy morning voice. I opened my eyes to see that I was face down on some wooden floor, the rest of my body slowly getting enough blood back to my joints for me to push myself up. I lifted my head up and-- "AHHHH!!!"

"AHHH!"

"W-what's going on? What... what?!"

"O-OK. Just c-c-calm down!"

I was looking square into the eyes of a purple unicorn with a dark mane, a star tattooed on its butt and--OH YEAH! It was apparently also TALKING TO ME!

"What am I doing here?!"

"It's OK. There's a simple explanation."

"There is no explanation! You're a purple horse and you're talking to me!" OK, I was crying now. Call me a baby later. Back to the story.

"Listen, I know you're panicked, but let me just explain." I continued to cry, but seeing as how I didn't exactly have anything else to contribute to the conversation, I just let her tell me what I wanted to know. "You see, I've been doing a lot of reading. I found an enchanted library that lets me read stories from some other world, and some of these stories are about me! They all talked about some black and red alicorn called 'OC' who I'm supposedly supposed to be dating, and... well... I've been away from the dating scene for a little longer than I'd like to admit, so... I thought I'd summon him... here..."

"But I'm not your black and red horse boyfriend!!" I was now shouting, letting my hysteria and frustration show with no hesitation of controlling it whilst still in my confusion.

"I know! I know! I'm sorry. Let me clarify. I was trying to use a summoning spell to bring him here, but I guess something went wrong and I ended up calling you here by mistake. To be honest, a lot of those stories I read do have a plot revolving around one of my spells going wrong."

"Where is here? Where am I?"

"You're in Equestria." I gave her a blank, wide-eyed stare with my messy hair covering half my face to send in the message that I had no idea what she was talking about. "Oh, I guess I should clarify. This is a land filled with mostly equines, whether they be unicorns like me, pegasi or regular earth ponies. My name is Twilight Sparkle, and you are...?"

"S-Stephanie." I wasn't exactly sure if disclosing my identity with a magic talking horse was a good thing, but then again, I was pretty sure I was going to die pretty soon anyway. "So uh... this place seems great and all, but I kinda want to get back home. My friends probably all think I'm dead, and I'd like to get back preferably before I wake up in a coffin 6 feet under the ground."

"O-oh! You're right! Let me just find a reversal spell. Why don't you make yourself home in the meantime?"

That question made my heart suddenly stop, and suddenly I was back to panicking, not sure if what I was about to ask would give me an answer I really wanted to hear.

"What do you mean 'in the meantime'?"

"Well, you didn't expect me to just look it up in a glossary, did you? I might have to read through 7 or 8 books on traveling through space and time before I can even come up with the blueprint spell." Have you ever had those times when you just wanted to faint dramatically just so you could communicate just how much stress you were in? Yup. That was me. Right there. "But I should have it within the next day or two! Actually, I'm kinda curious to know more about you. Maybe you could tell me about--"

"Twilight. Books. Now."

"Right! Sorry!" She then began levitating a book and started reading from page one, while in the meantime, I meandered over to her staircase and sat down with my face in my hands. Minutes passed, and to be honest, I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but for some reason, I felt entitled for her to come up with an answer faster than she was.

"Find anything yet?" I asked.

"No, nothing yet. This is going to take a while. Maybe you should take a trip outside or something. Find some way to entertain yourself."

"Oh, no!" I insisted in a panicked tone. "You're all the entertainment I need. I don't think going outside is going to help me survive... at all."

"Oh, come on. The ponies in town are actually really nice! You know, when I first moved here, I felt a lot like you do." I scoffed, not even giving her the respect of making eye contact with her anymore. "OK, maybe not exactly like you do, but I didn't have any friends here. I was completely alone in a new place, and to be honest, I was a little bit scared. Stephanie, I know this would be taking you out of your comfort zone, but you can get out there and make this experience less scary in the same way that I did: by going out there and making friends. Can you do that for me?"

I sat there in silence, looking at her wall as if something was binding my eyes while keeping me in a dazed boredom instead of letting me return eye contact with Twilight. "Sooooo you got that spell yet?"

"UGH!" Suddenly, I was being picked up off of the stairs in some kind of magical force field and flung out the door. As soon as I got back my composure, I got to my feet and turned back to the doorway to find Twilight there glaring angrily at me, her horn glowing a bright magenta color. "You. Friends. Now." And suddenly the door slammed shut in front of her.

I marched back to her doorstep and began banging on her door as loudly as I could, yelling, "Twilight Sparkle, you open this door right now or I will climb in through your window!" I waited for a response, but I was left standing there with no sign of the door opening back up again. "Twilight!"

"Hoowhee. Looks like Twilight botched up one of her spells again, didn't she?"

I turned around almost expecting a person to be there (like there always was when someone spoke English), but catching me off guard was an orange pony with a cowboy hat resting on her head. I didn't know what to do at this point, seeing as how I'd never exactly met another pony besides Twilight, and to be fair, you can have social skills and still be awkward when the person you're talking to is a cowboy pony.

"Uhhh, honey?" she said, now sharing in the awkward experience. "You alright?"

"TWILIGHT!"

Then, in some kind of magical flash, Twilight was right in front of me again, still wielding her annoyed glare. "Applejack," she said. "This is Stephanie. Make friends and keep her out until I'm ready to come get her! Stephanie, be nice." And in another magical flash, she was gone again, leaving a trail of pixie dust behind her.

Applejack and I stared at each other in silence before breaking eye contact, trying to figure out how to tackle the sudden awkward encounter. "So uhhh," I started, breaking the silence. "I'm Stephanie, and you're Applejack?"

"Yup. So might I ask you why Twilight's so gun ho 'bout keepin' you out of her library?"

"I dunno. Afraid I'll steal her black boyfriend or something."

"Her what now?"

"That's not important. Can you just help me find some place to hang out while I wait for Twilight to come up with a spell to send me back home?"

"Well, I guess you could come back with me to the farm."

This was turning into my biggest nightmare. Not only was I stranded with no way of getting home, but now I was being taken away to some smelly old farm! I wasn't going to enjoy this, but I guess in the meantime, I'd do my best to handle it with as much composure as I could.

Our trip to the farm wasn't really worth writing home about. It was mainly just Applejack telling me how Equestria worked and what I should expect during my duration here. It was actually kinda nice being able to just listen to her talk about Ponyville and her family rather than having to go into my own personal story. I guess it sorta took my mind off of things for a while and let me catch my breath.

Surprisingly, though, my breath was gone again the minute I got to the top of the hill, looking down on Applejack's home: Sweet Apple Acres. I am and have always been a beach girl, the furthest thing from a southern bumpkin, but the sight of that huge red barn made me feel almost like I was at home. It was like a place where I knew I'd be able to just sit down, take in this new pony culture and just relax for a minute.

"C'mon, Stephanie," Applejack said, leading me into her home. "Let me show you the family. Oh, and uhh, they might be a little shocked to see you. Can't say that yer kind is very common 'round these parts." She then led me into her family room where a green elderly pony sat back in a rocking chair, snoozing the day away. "Oh, Granny Smith! We have a visitor!"

"Hmm? What?" she said, groggily opening her eyes and looking over at us. The moment she caught a glimpse of me, though, she practically jumped in her chair, shouting, "Dear sweet applesauce! I told you the giants were real!"

"Granny!" Applejack said, trying to calm down her grandmother while she took quick, deep breaths. "It's OK. This is Stephanie. She ain't from 'round these parts, and she was wonderin' if she could stay here for a little bit while Twilight finds a way to get her back home."

"Not from 'round these parts is quite a mighty understatement! If she needs a place to stay, though, the Apple family will always be the ponies to turn to." She then leaned over to Applejack, and whispering loud enough for me to hear, she said, "That thing is a she, right?"

Applejack merely rolled her eyes and started moving towards the kitchen. "Come on, granny. We best get to makin' dinner. If we're gonna show our guest some hospitality, we might as well do it right. Stephanie, why don't you take a seat on the sofa and I'll have you meet the rest of the family while you wait?"

"Oh, no!" I blurted, still feeling overwhelmed just with meeting Granny Smith. "Really, Applejack. That's--"

"APPLEBLOOM! BIG MAC! COME DOWN! WE'VE GOT A VISITOR! No need to thank me."

As Applejack strutted off into the kitchen, two ponies started to make their way down the staircase. One of them was a small filly with a red mane and cute little bow. The other one, though, was a large, red stallion with a blonde mane like Applejack and a stature that would threaten even the horses back home. As soon as the little one caught her first glimpse of me, though, she stopped dead in her tracks while the bigger one just stared at me perplexed.

"Hi, guys," I said, trying my best to be polite. "My name's Stephanie."

"What... what are you?" the little one said, making her way down the rest of the steps.

"I'm a human. What's your name?"

And just like that, the filly's composure went from frightened to enthusiastic as she said, "My name is Applebloom, and this here is my brother Big Macintosh!"

"Nice to meet you two."

"Eeyup," the bigger one said with a nonchalant tone. Weird. So far every other pony has at least acknowledged the fact that I was different, but this guy seemed like he didn't even notice. He just stood there like a statue, and it almost seemed like he was waiting for some excuse to walk away, like there was nothing new. To be honest, it kinda made me mad, but maybe I was just over analyzing things.

"Come on, Stephanie!" Applebloom exclaimed. "Let me show you 'round the farm!" And just like that, I was being pulled away by a horse a quarter my size.

Honestly, spending time with Applebloom was more fun than I ever would have expected. She was just like a little kid back home, and to her, nothing was more fun than jumping over barrels and haystacks. She tried getting me to do it too, but I had a strong feeling that if I even tried jumping I would end up hurting myself. I just had her spread out a hay puddle for me to jump over. Applebloom, of course, spent the majority of the night calling me "No-step Steph." I spent the rest of the night calling her a jerk. I think I had more fun name-calling than she did.

Once dinner came around, I was the hungriest girl in the world, but there was no way I was about to eat as much as a horse. It was a good thing I liked apples, 'cause the whole dinner table was filled with things like apple pie, apple sauce, even apple salad! Big Mac didn't contribute much to the conversations around the table other than a "nope" or "eeyup" when he was called upon, which I'd be lying if I said didn't frustrate me. I wondered if he was always like this around his family or just because I was around. The family didn't seem to notice anything, so maybe he was just a shy guy?

Then after dinner was all finished and the dishes all cleaned up, Applejack brought me into her barn, carrying a blanket with her.

"I'm sorry to have you sleep out here," she said, laying the blanket down onto a large bale of hay. "I just think it'd be more comfortable than a guest bed made for a pony."

"You don't have to apologize, Applejack," I said, getting underneath the blanket. "I'm really glad that you came by Twilight's place earlier today. I don't know if any other pony would have been as nice as you."

"Aw, shucks. Really, Stephanie, I think anypony who knew your situation woulda done the same."

"Not in my world." There was a brief silence where Applejack just smiled at me, letting me know she was different. "Applejack, I'm glad I'm here, but I really hope I get to go home tomorrow."

"Well, don't you worry 'bout a thing. I know Twilight, and I know for dang sure that she don't give up on nothin'. Now, you go on and get some rest now, ya hear?"

"Right. Good night."

She then began to walk away, but just as she left the barn, another figure began walking into the barn. Looking up from my hay pillow, I saw Big Mac with a glassful of some drink in his mouth, placing it beside me. I was hesitant about drinking it, to be honest, but I wasn't about to let this opportunity to talk to Big Mac slip.

"Oh, is this for me?"

"Eeyup."

"What is it?" I said with a smirk. He couldn't reply with "eeyup" or "nope" this time.

"I thought you might want some apple cider to calm your nerves a little bit."

"Ha! You can talk!"

"Eeyup."

Crap. Shoulda saw that one coming. "Calm my nerves, huh? Does it have alcohol in it?"

"Does it have what in it?"

"Wait, you don't have alcohol in Equestria? How do you live?" Big Mac didn't answer, making me realize how stupid of a question that was for someone who had never had it. "Sorry. Anyway, can I ask you a question? Don't you dare say 'eeyup'! You know what? I'm just gonna ask anyway. Why are you so quiet all the time? I mean, you're this big, strong stallion. Why don't I ever hear you talk more often?"

"I guess I just ain't got much to say."

I twirled my finger around the top of the cider glass, trying to figure out some way to get to the heart of him. I wasn't going to let this guy go to bed until I knew as much about him as I wanted to know, and I wasn't the kind of girl to take no for an answer. "Sooo... you uh... dating anyone?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I've got a life here on the farm, and my family depends on me to keep it goin' as much as I depend on them."

I sat up and tilted my head, the gears in my mind clicking into place. "So the four of you are the only ones who work on the farm?"

"Eeyup. Well, I guess Granny Smith don't count much, seein' as how she can't do the manual labor that Applejack and I put in."

"So you have to be pretty dedicated to your job here, then, huh? OK, SERIOUSLY! Why is the answer to every one of my questions either yes or no? You know what? Hold on." I then flung the blanket off of me, unbuttoned my skinny jeans and shimmied them down my legs, practically doing a dance to get them off. "These have been bugging me. Anyway--"

"What are those?"

I looked down to see where Big Mac's eyes were, and sure enough, they were plastered on my bright purple panties. "What? You mean my underwear? Oh! I forgot that ponies don't wear clothes."

"Ponies wear clothes from time to time, but I ain't never seen somethin' like that before. It looks like some kind of fancy diaper."

Figures. I finally get the boy to talk and he makes fun of my underwear, which I thought were actually pretty cute! "They're called panties, and they're nothing like diapers. They're basically just there to make sure that my you-know-what doesn't rub up against my jeans when I walk around."

"More like your I-don't-know. I think you forget that I don't know how humans work."

As funny as I thought his ignorance was, I was far too tired to find a grade-school way of explaining female anatomy to him. Instead, I just grabbed my panties and slid them down my legs, flicking them onto the bale of hay. Pointing to my vagina, I said, "You know what these are, right? You have these in Equestria?" Just then, though, I saw something poke out of Big Mac's sheath. "Well..." I tried not to make things sound too awkward, but things had obviously just gotten awkward. "I guess you do know what these are."

"Sorry, Stephanie," he said, breaking eye contact and getting a pink blush across his face. "I guess it's just... I ain't never seen one right in front of me before."

I had heard of virgin farm boys, but to never see a girl's vagina before? I mean, the guy lived in a world where nobody wore clothes, yet he'd never even seen a mare move her tail out of the way? To be honest, I thought it was kind of cute, and since he was a pony and not a human boy, maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing if I let him look a little longer.

"You know what?" I then laid back onto the bale of hay and spread my legs, showing off the inner folds of my pussy. Almost immediately, though, Big Mac blushed and turned his face back around. "It's OK! You can look. I trust you."

Big Mac turned his face slowly and timidly until he had his eyes locked in with my nether lips, and although he was acting scared, I knew he was enjoying it. Actually, I was kinda enjoying it too. It wasn't everyday when I'd get to completely strip naked and show off my body to someone without looking like a slut.

"Oh, wait!" I exclaimed. "My shirt is still on! Hold on." I then crossed my arms, grabbed the bottom of my skin-tight tank-top and pulled it up over my torso, leaving it along with the rest of my clothes. Finally, I reached back, unlatched my bra, slid the straps down my shoulder and let it fall to the floor while I caressed my C-cup boobs. Finally, I was free of my clothes, which in itself was a relief, but mostly, I was finally free to just show off my body without having to worry about regretting it later. I ran one hand through my blonde hair while the other moved along the curves of my hips.

Big Mac, though, was beginning to grow three different shades of red as his face began to show his nervous arousal. His dick was now extending out of his sheath, and despite trying to look away, he constantly found himself looking back over to my body, which I met with a smile and a wink.

"I should probably be gettin' back now," Big Mac said in an excuse to look away for good. "I've gotta wake up early and plow the fields."

"Mmmm. I wish you'd plow me." At that point, he turned his back and began walking away, but I wasn't finished teasing him yet. "Big Mac, can I ask you something?" He stopped and looked back in my direction, but I didn't just want him to acknowledge me; I wanted his full attention. "How big can a horse cock get?"

"Pretty big. Good night, Stephanie."

"Can't you stay for just a little while longer?"

Sighing, Big Macintosh slowly walked back over to me, his expression looking more defeated than anything. "It's no wonder Twilight wanted you out. Yer about as needy as--"

"Can you show me?"

"Show you what?"

"Oh, you know what! Your dick! I wanna see how big it can get!" Big Mac wanted to interject, but I quickly exclaimed, "Pleeeeease?"

"Fine," he said bluntly. I think he was scared about this whole thing more than the annoyed tone he was trying to make me believe. I didn't know what his own personal values were, but showing someone else your most private areas can make you feel pretty vulnerable, and I didn't know how much he trusted me yet.

Suddenly, though, as he looked up and down my naked body, his shaft began to grow between his legs, leaving my mouth wide open as I saw it extend practically to the floor. I covered my mouth with my hand, giggling at how he would ever want to hide something like that from a girl. Actually, in a really weird way... it kinda made me horny.

"Wow!" I said, giggling awkwardly as my eyes stayed glued to his shaft. "You weren't kidding."

"Nope." The two of us then stared at each other's bodies, not sure if we wanted to continue what we were doing, even though we both knew we were begging the other to keep going. "Well, I best be--"

"Do you think it'd even fit?"

"...W-what?"

"Ugh. Don't be stupid. Actually, you know what? Let me see."

I then scooted myself underneath his body, grabbed his penis and put the end of it near my vagina. It would be a tight squeeze, and it may even hurt a little bit, but if I really wanted to make it fit, I'd be able to make it fit... and I really wanted to make it fit. Big Mac wasn't objecting to me being down there, and I knew he wasn't going to take the initiative, so it was time for me to decide what I was going to do. ..

That's when I grabbed the head of his penis and put it inside me.

The initial penetration completely caught me off guard just due to how wide he was, which was saying something, 'cause I've used some pretty hefty toys before. Needless to say, my mouth was spread wide open, taking in quick breaths as I put more of his cock between my legs. Big Mac started to breath more heavily, now helping me guide his shaft deeper inside me. I grabbed onto his hooves as tight as I could, already feeling my inner walls collapse against his member.

"Stephanie, are you sure you--"

"Shut up and go deeper." Big Mac pushed even more of his dick into my vagina, and although I wanted a challenge, I had no idea how much of him I could fit inside me. I continued bucking my hips forward against him, drowning out the pain with the sensation of his horse cock grinding against the folds within my nethers. Reaching down, I grabbed his shaft, rubbing it up and down violently while he pushed my whole body forward with each thrust. "AH! AH! Mmmm hold on."

I then slowly pulled his penis out of my pussy (which in itself nearly made me cum as he skidded against my tight inner walls) and got onto my hands and knees. Looking back at him with my messy hair now covering half my face, I shot him a sultry smile, hoping to give him a more natural position for him. Backing up, I reached for his dick again and slowly put it back into my orifice, noticing that he had already grown a little bit bigger. What surprised me the most, though, was what happened next.

He wrapped his hooves around my waist, mounting me and pushing his cock in deeper. I let out a feminine, lust-filled moan, followed by heavy panting just so I could get some air to my rapid-beating heart. Sweat trickled down my neck and down my body as my vagina was getting hot and sweaty on the inside. My chest was rising and falling visibly, even through the up and down motion of my whole body as Big Mac destroyed my insides.

Reaching down again, I grabbed my lady lips and pulled them apart, letting my natural lube completely soak his penis. "Mmmm," I cooed. "Wreck me." Then, without warning, he flipped onto his back, bringing me up in a cowgirl position as he thrusted up and let gravity bring me back down deeper. Giggling, I said, "Cowgirl, huh? I've never ridden a horse like this before."

He then stuck as much of his dick into my pussy as he could, reaching my inside edges and leaving me with my mouth agape. I squeezed my eyes shut and took in deep breaths, not sure if what I was feeling was pleasure or pain, but whatever it was, I wanted more. I bounced violently onto his shaft, but as I tried to swing my hips against his, I only found myself half way there, his dick being too big to bring us together. Biting my lip, I continued bouncing faster and faster. My tits were practically smacking into my face as I stopped thinking about everything but his cock. Nothing mattered except that beautiful tension between my legs building up, bringing me closer to nirvana.

"Keep going, Big Macintosh. Yes! YES! YES!!!"

Suddenly, my legs were shaking, my vagina contracting against his penis as an orgasm left me unable to comprehend anything but "more cock" for the next 10 seconds. I wasn't even thinking about how loudly I was screaming, probably waking up the Apple family at this point, but I didn't care. It felt so good that I wanted all of Equestria to know how amazing Big Mac's dick felt. My fluids trickled down like a faucet, and for the next 10 seconds I was practically sliding his dick all the way out before bringing him back to my apex.

Unfortunately for me, though, as quickly as it came, it was gone again, leaving my mind shattered on top of a very horny stallion. I quickly got off of him and licked up my own fluids before stuffing his head into my mouth and rubbing my hands against the rest of his shaft. I looked up into Big Mac's eyes and smiled as I completely devoured his manhood, letting my tongue go crazy as it encircled every edge of his head. I could tell he was getting close just by how heavy he was starting to breath. It started as just quick breaths, but as I worked my magic, he was beginning to make audible moans, just like I was a few seconds ago.

I wrapped my lips against him harder, really trying to create the same suction as before. My grip grew tighter as I moved my hands from my mouth down to his balls. Just a few seconds later, though, I was caught off guard by a large stream of cum shooting into my mouth, filling my mouth completely in just the first pulse. Quickly, I pulled him out, and as soon as I did so, another stream of cum shot into my face, covering it with his semen. Just as soon as I thought it was over, though, I felt his dick pulse against my hand, and quickly moving my face out of the way, he ejaculated the rest of his seed onto my tits and stomach. Finally, he was finished, and I was covered (almost literally) from head to toe in horse cum, and for some reason, I kinda wanted him to do it again.

"Wow," I said with a giggle after a long minute of silence. "Can't say I've ever had sex like that before." Big Mac, though, didn't say anything. Instead, he just continued looking up at the ceiling with an unenthusiastic expression plastered on his face. "Is something wrong?"

"When are you going back?"

I quickly shot up, not sure whether I was supposed to take offense to that. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... I don't want you to go."

"You... you don't?"

"Nope." Maybe it was just the after-sex emotions getting to me, but I was starting to get butterflies in my chest, smiling that a boy was actually being sweet instead of going straight to bed. "I mean, I've just barely gotten to know you. Do ya think--"

"Shhh." I put my finger to his lips. "That just means it'll be less sad when I have to go. Listen... I have a life back home, and as much as I've enjoyed my time here, I have to leave eventually. How about we just enjoy--hold on." I quickly wiped away some semen still on my face before it drizzled down to my eyes and mouth. "How about we just enjoy the rest of the night together? Would that be OK?"

With a smile, he said, "Eeyup," and held me against him as we fell asleep together on a bale of hay.

The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of a rooster crowing, but when I looked over, the stallion from the night before was gone. I quickly put my clothes back on and went outside to see Big Mac already hard at work as the sun was just barely beginning to rise.

"Stephanie!" I heard a voice call out in the distance. I looked toward the Apple's house and saw Granny smith waving at me. "Your breakfast ain't gonna eat itself, you know!"

After a long breakfast and a hard good bye to the Apple family (especially Applebloom), Applejack decided to escort me back to Ponyville to check up with Twilight. I never did get to say good bye to Big Mac, which I think he might have planned, now that I think about it. He really was a quiet type, and I think saying good bye would have just made it harder for the both of us, even though we had just barely met. I guess I can't complain, seeing as how our last memory together was a good one.

Fortunately for me, Twilight had been up all through the night working out the final details for the spell that would take me back to California. As sad as I was to leave this new land of technicolor pony weirdos, I was happy to relieve my friends that I was still alive (that is, unless they had already buried my body). Standing in the middle of the room, I saw Twilight's horn begin to glow, and just like before, I felt a piercing pain in my head grow stronger until I was knocked out completely. I was finally going back home.

***

"Stephanie? Can you hear me, baby?"

I opened my eyes slowly to see my mom cradling me in her arms. As I came to, I looked around and saw that I was in some kind of hospital bed with a few of my friends still in the same bathing suits they were wearing the day before.

"Oh, thank goodness you're OK!" my mom cried.

"What..." I mumbled with a morning voice. "What happened?"

"You've been unconscious for the past hour," my friend Maddie said. "We thought you were faking at first, but it turns out you really were having a heat stroke."

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Looking over to the other side, I saw the boy with the blue swim shorts grinning at me with who I'm guessing was his little sister by his side.

"I'm feeling great. Wait..." I began to sit up in my hospital bed. Looking closer at the girl's towel wrapped around her, I saw a familiar face. "Is... Is that Applejack?"

"Yeah," she replied bashfully. "She's from My Little Pony."

Smiling tenderly, I said, "You should tell me more."

My name is Stephanie. I'm 18 years old, and I love the beach, my friends, and a little thing called "My Little Pony."