Waking up in Equestria

After leaving the lights of the town behind us, the dirt track bent slightly to the left and crossed a small river over a stone bridge. Like a ghostly apparition, a white three board fence joined the path and ran parallel to our right, glowing in harmony with the moonlight. Scootaloo pointed out that the clubhouse of the Cutie Mark Crusaders was on the other side of the fence in a nearby thick of apple trees.

We had stayed kissing in the moonlight of the darkened path, inventing little patterns and routines in the way our lips, tongue and faces moved. My urge to explore this pony had been burning in the stiff rod below my belly so urgently that I almost pushed things farther, wanting to experience more. Eventually though, my bad ankle and knees were hurting from the pressure enough that I had to stand up. I broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes for a moment before standing up with an awkward movement. Regaining my feet, I smiled and affectionately stroked her mane while she looked up at me with happy, large and almost dry again eyes before I mounted her scooter.

A weight was lifted between us. We resumed our walk towards Sweet Apple Acres, talking easily and freely now. She chatted about the things her and her two friends had tried in attempts to gain their cutie marks. I laughed when she told me about the talent show and how each one of them had picked out something to do. Even though they ended up winning an award for best comedy (something none of the three girls were aiming for) it was considered a disaster. I then asked her why Sweetie Belle hadn't done the music since Scootaloo had already told me about how she's really good at singing. She paused before saying. "I dunno, I guess she didn't wanna when we were figuring it out and I wanted to sing a rock song!.. only... I don't think it came out very good" she chuckled. I was a bit shocked to learn that her and her two friends were almost the last now of their peers to get their marks after having grown past the point where most filly's got theirs. They were late bloomers, but she was quick to tell me that she wasn't bothered by it.

Scootaloo's demeanor had changed. Before she had seemed a bit timid and shy but now that had turned into a spunky, carefree attitude about everything... one that I had only seen glimpses of between our conversations and interactions until now. Earlier in the evening, I had met Rainbow Dash who Scootaloo had told me was her adoptive big sister and it was very obvious she idolized her. Some of her mannerisms now seemed like an imitation of that blue pegasus and I got the feeling that she tried to be fearless and gruff to make up for the fact that she'll probably never fly on her own.

We had followed the fence in a south east direction, the lights of the large building ahead were glimpsed occasionally through the apple trees to our right. After some time the trees thinned and the large structure came into view. At the same time, the path we were on had ended at a much larger and well used dirt road in a T intersection. To the left and behind us a bit, I could just barely make out a couple of shimmering lights that must be the edge of Ponyville. Turning right, we took a track that ran straight towards what I could now see was a large barn sitting on a small rise ahead of us.

As we walked, the fence closed in tight and hemmed the the road on both sides while scattered apple trees and what looked like farm equipment in the pale moon's half colored light were visible on the other side of the fence. To the left the scattered trees were replaced with what looked like a small corn field to my eye, but it was hard to be sure in the dark. Directly ahead was an archway over the road where the two fences turned towards each other to come together. The archway had greenery growing on it's lattice work and a large wooden sign hanging from it that was unlit, making it hard to make out what was on it until we were underneath. It actually turned out to be an apple shaped hole carved in the sign with expert precision.

"There ya are!" Applejack said loudly in her distinctive accent as we crossed the open area beyond the gate and approached the barn. We had not gone to the large double door on the end, but rather a smaller one on the side. This door was a half door, the kind where you could open just the top if you wanted. Up close, the barn looked more like a very large red house than the storage area for hay and cows that I knew them to be. There were windows and planter boxes adorning the outside with bright light burning from inside. It looked welcoming and homey.

Applejack had opened both halves of the door and was standing there sporting a grin on her light orange colored face with a smattering of lighter hair on her cheeks in circles, reminiscent of freckles. Her blond mane was capped by a well worn and charismatic brown cowboy hat while her matching colored tail was kept tight by a red tie near the end. She had the look of someone who had spent many hours doing hard work. Under her short hair, I could tell that her body was lean and tone from exercise.

While Scootaloo asked her where Apple Bloom was, I took a moment to look at the mark on Applejack's flank. Three brilliant red apples looked to be painted on in such a way that they looked vibrant and real, unlike any body painting I've ever known. I couldn't tell if they were on her hair, or on her skin where no hair grew and I wanted to touch it to see, but thought that might be a bit weird.

"Come on in, folks. Mason, ya gotta meet Granny Smith. Ol' Big Mac has already turned in for the night and you can make yer acquaintances tomorra"

I followed the mare into the barn and entered in on a large and welcoming kitchen. Around the interior walls were sinks, stoves, pantries and pots and pans on racks that all looked well used and well loved. The center of the kitchen was dominated by a large wooden table with a few stray plates and dishes. Seated at this table, was what looked to be the oldest pony imaginable. Granny Smith.

She was a light green color with a snow white mane that had a few random hairs corkscrewing off in every direction. Around her neck was an orange kerchief that was dotted with apples and she sat hunched over in the way that only the truly old can accomplish. She looked to be 100 years old with a muzzle that was missing all of her teeth. Even though the old pony's orange rimmed eyes drooped with heavy age worn lids, her gaze was steady and clear as I approached the table.

"Well aintcha the most strangest lookin fella I dun ever saw..." she said in a shaky old woman's voice with a slight smile. "But if'n Applejack says yer welcome then so ya are, deary... so ya are no matter whatcha are!" Granny Smith finished pleasantly.

"Granny Smith, this is Mason. Mason, meet Granny Smith!" Applejack said proudly.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am" I said to the old pony, remembering my manners and wondering if I should bow or something...

"Weelll ordinarily we don't like those rocket scooters runnin in th' house, but since yer hurt an all.. just be mindful ya don't run any of us over!" Granny said pertly to me, referring to Scootaloo's two wheeled scooter I had commandeered. I had the impression she could get real ornery if she wanted to and decided right then and there to always be on my best behavior around her.

"Yes ma'am"

"And yer gonna halfta get some meat on yer bones... you don seem like ya kin lift a single apple barra..." she added, almost as if she forgot she was talking aloud.

"Yes ma'am"

"Ok, Granny... well I'm gonna show Mason to his room." Applejack jumped in much to my relief. "Come on, now! It's just upstairs"

I looked around and noticed Scootaloo had disappeared, probably to go find Apple Bloom. I was left to follow Applejack through the kitchen, through another great room and then to the foot of a stairway leading up. The interior throughout was made of walls with big barn "X" panels with a plain stained finish, giving it a very rustic look. I abandoned the scooter and began the climb. Applejack waited patiently for me as I gingerly moved up the steps although I found going up was a bit easier than going down had been at Twilight's house. I was also aware that my left foot was now very sore from pushing against the dirt during the journey here and I looked forward to getting some shoes tomorrow from Rarity.

The top of the stairs ended in a hallway that moved off to the left. There were doors, all the same kind of half door we had entered the house though, leading off either side as we moved down the hall and towards an open door at the end. One of the closed doors we passed by was marked by a large and colorful sign that said 'Apple Bloom's Room' in big cartoonish letters with colored hearts and diamonds drawn around it in various places. As we passed the door, I could hear girlish laughter faintly on the other side, indicating that this indeed is where Scootaloo had vanished. Applejack showed me where the bathroom was (although she called it "The Powder Room") and then we reached the door at the end of the hall.

" Alrighty, this is where you'll be stayin. It aint much, but you're more than welcome to it" She said humbly.

I moved into the room and gave a quick look around. It was sparse but contained everything you would need. A bed, lower than mine but about the same size, a low dresser with a mirror on top and a desk with a bench for a seat. On the desk was a lamp that was lighting the room in a warm, inviting glow through it's yellow shade. It was brighter than any candle I knew existed, yet I saw no cord for electricity. Must be some kind of magic, I thought, making a mental note to inspect it later. The pony was right, it wasn't much... but right now I was thankful for everything these ponies had done for me, and were continuing to do for me.

"Applejack... it's perfect. Thank you." my eyes surprised me by watering up on their own as I turned to say this to her. I quickly wiped them.

"Aww shucks, sugar cube." She said, rubbing the back of her neck with a hoof and looking a bit awkward. "It's the least we can do. You been through alot cuz of us... well because of Twilight anyways... but no matter, we're happy to help! You go on ahead and get settled in, although you might wanna wash up some. It's getting late, Big Mac n I'll be up early to start the day's chores. Now... I know yer on the mend, so you just take it easy till you get better. We'll find ya somthin to do to keep ya occupied, don't you worry."

With that Applejack turned and left, walking down the hall and back down the stairs leaving me alone for the first time since I'd woken up. Moving to the bed, I sat on the edge and found it soft and comfortable. It supported my weight well and was covered in a thick homemade quilt with patterns of apples, carrots and corn running in circles. Two pillows were at the head that looked soft and inviting. I really wanted to lay down, but knew that Applejack was probably right. I should wash up some first.

I sat in silence for a moment, letting the day's events wash over me. So much had happened I was at a loss for how to feel, my emotions jumping all over the place. One thing I do know, I was tired. In the silence of the room, I could hear faint conversation drifting down the hall. Not enough to make out the words, but enough to recognize the voices as belonging to Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. I briefly wondered if I would see Scootaloo again before I went to sleep.

Thinking about her brought a rush of desire to hold her close in this bed with me and experience more pleasures of being close to another body. Her scent was still in my nose and the tingling sensation of her tongue against mine was fresh in my memory, causing my heart to beat faster the more I thought about it. I my best to shake it off. We had made a deal to keep it secret, and seeking her out here would give us away in an instant. I was sure Apple Bloom would catch on quickly and wonder why I was hanging around her friend so much.

Feeling natures call, I got off the bed and moved down the hall towards the bathroom door. The lights had been doused, making the hallway dark and horizontal stripes of light emanated between the top and bottom half of three of the doors in the hall as light escaped between the two halves. I passed by Apple Bloom's room not hearing anything this time and entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I was plunged into an inky darkness and found myself scraping the walls with my hand reflexively looking for a light switch. I didn't feel one and suddenly wondered if there even are light switches here. I opened the door again, letting the escaping light from Apple Bloom's door illuminate dimly the interior of the bathroom and confirmed that yes... there wasn't one.

"Shit..." I muttered to myself. How do I turn on the lights around here?

I stood still for a moment, my mind searching for a solution. I had a sudden instinct to just try willing my mind to make the lights come on. It wasn't my instinct... but a new inner voice I had never heard before that was my own, but not... like when you hear yourself on a recording. I waited a moment longer and the inner dialog started again. "Just wish it to turn on" my new not-me said. Given everything that had happened to me already, I didn't react with fear at this like a probably would have a week ago , but instead thought "What the hell, crazier stuff has happened today."

I shut the door and closed my eyes tight, imagining with all my mind the lights coming on. Instantly, a small pleasant tingle shot it way through my body from my toes to my head, making my hair feel like it was blown by a small breeze. It was gone just as fast as it came and when I relaxed my eyelids so they weren't clamped down, I could see light on the other side of them.

"No... fucking...way." I said aloud. Did I just use my mind to turn the light on?! Standing there motionless, I wondered quickly how many other things like that I could do in this world. I opened my eyes and sure enough, the hanging light fixture above was now burning brightly as surely as I had flipped a switch on a one hundred watt bulb. Glancing around, I saw a small bar of soap on the sink. I focused my mind on it and reached my hand out towards it, willing it to come to me.

I stood there for about 30 seconds before I began to feel stupid. Alas, the force wasn't with me.

The room was about the same as the one at Twilight's was with the exception of the tub being a huge claw foot tub instead of a wooden one. I moved to the sink and pushed the lever behind the facet a couple different ways to figure out how to get the water flowing. Using the bar of soap on the edge of the sink, I first washed my hands and arms before moving on to other parts. I gave my left foot a good scrubbing, washing the dirt off and exposing raw and red skin under the dirt.

After cleaning up as best I could, I dried and then turned to the grass box. I needed a complete emptying, not just a sink dangler this time and I really needed to figure out how this worked right here, right now. Removing my bottoms, I assumed the camping position and went about it, hoping that this worked the way I thought it did otherwise I was going to have an awkward mess to clean up. I don't know what happened behind, but in front a rainbow shimmering ripple appeared below me in the grass as I emptied my bladder. No trace of moisture or dampness remained thankfully. As things finished up, I was suddenly struck by panic when I realized there was one aspect of this whole thing missing.

I looked around desperately wondering how the hell these ponies went around without cleaning themselves! There was nothing I was willing to wipe with in the room so I squatted for a moment, feeling helpless. Soon my bad ankle wouldn't tolerate the squatting anymore but I didn't want to stand up and risk making a bigger mess. Taking a quick look behind me to make sure everything disappeared as I'd hoped it did, I pivoted and fell back on my rear.

Instantly, my eyes flew open wide and if my legs would have allowed it, I would have jumped up off the grass when the sensation of hundreds of little tiny scrubbing appendages rubbing and wiping against my skin began. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was a bit unsettling, especially considering the area where what I assumed were the blades of grass were stretching to reach! I clenched and waited for something to go wrong but nothing did. In fact, I began to feel clean down there. With a sudden understanding, I worked around to give the grass appendage things the access they needed. It was odd, but now at least I knew how this worked. I stood up and gave and experimental wiggle.. yep. All clean. After the day I was having, I was sure this wasn't going to be the only strange event I'd be going through.

Before opening the door, I put my hand on the lever and then shut my eyes tight again, willing the light off this time. I was immediately rewarded with that same tingling sensation. Opening my eyes, the light was indeed now off. I shook my head, who knew that going to the bathroom would be filled with so much wonder? The light shining between the upper and lower halves of Apple Bloom's door was still there. It was a good sized crack and I was feeling a bit sneaky so I decided to see if I could peep in on them. I moved quietly to the door and bent over, putting my eyes to the slot. Inside I could see a good bit of her room from wall to wall. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were on their backs laying on the bed with their heads pointed towards the door. They both were holding what looked like books above them with their front hooves, reading.

I didn't stay long looking in on them, it was kind of creepy after all and I shuddered when I thought about Granny Smith catching me looking like this. Quietly, I moved down the hall and into my room. I closed the door behind me, moved to the bed, peeled back the comforter and began to undress. I pulled my shirt off and then stopped, realizing that I had no boxers or underwear here. It seemed wrong to sleep in the nude in a strange bed right away so I opted to leave the bottoms on.

The bed was immediately comfortable as I settled between the sheets. Looking over at the lamp, I tried the light trick again, this time without closing my eyes. The tingle came and went, and the light soundlessly went out. I wondered if this was normal... if this was how it really was supposed to work. I mean, I really hadn't seen another pony turn the lights on or off yet and vowed to pay closer attention in the days ahead about everyday things. I lay in the darkness and waited for my mind to begin the process of analyzing the day's events as it always did whenever anything exciting happened to me. But only Scootaloo surfaced. Her voice, her smell and the taste of her along with the feeling of warmth holding her close to me had brought. I started to think about what kinds of things we would do together... but didn't get far before I fell asleep.

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Oh my gosh... I'm gonna go CRAZY! Scootaloo thought to herself as her and and Apple Bloom read their favorite books on the bed. She couldn't focus on the words. Her eyes would scan the line, seeing what was there but her mind just wasn't processing the meaning. She was too preoccupied with Mason and how she wanted to go see him and talk and kiss some more, maybe even get in bed with him and snuggle. She wished she could tell her best friends about him, but she was afraid that Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle would think it's weird. Even though the three of them had talked about colts and finding a special somepony... Mason wasn't a pony. They had been reading for a while now. Scootaloo just pretending to read. Both had heard Mason and Applejack talking and later heard Apple Jack and Granny Smith go to bed. It was late in the evening for the fillies.

"Hey, you alright?" Apple Bloom asked her, breaking her train of thought. She hadn't realized that she had let her hooves down, dropping the book to her chest and she was just staring at the ceiling.

"Haha... yeah... just tired after all that food Pinky Pie brought!"

"We'll I'm tuckered too, I think tomarra Applejack's gonna want lots of help showing Mason what to do so's we don't get behind in our chores."

"I'll help!" Scootaloo offered quickly, too quickly.

"Since when do ya wanna help with tha chores, Scootaloo?" Apple Bloom asked, her big eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Ummm.. since always! I just never thought to ask, that all!" She hoped it was a convincing lie and gave her friend the biggest, cheesiest smile she could muster.

"Weeelllll I don't think Applejack will mind. The more the merrier, she's always sayin. Lets go to sleep then!" Apple Bloom yawned.

The two ponies rolled off the bed and put the books away and then crawled under the covers together. Apple Bloom's bed can and had fit all three crusaders from time to time so with only the two of them, there was a bit of room. After a round of good nights the light went out and Scootaloo lay for some time trying to go to sleep, Mason was all she could think about. Her mind kept turning over and over about what his kiss had made her feel like.

It had made her feel accepted and wanted in a way she never knew possible but also gave her a hyper-anxious feeling in her tummy... like lighting the fuse of a really big firebang does during the Poneyville foundation days festival. She wanted to do more, but was a little scared because it felt so much bigger than her. She had been powerless against the waves of emotions that had came when he kissed her and when she tried to imagine what would happen if Mason were to feel her teats or even go a bit lower, a wave of happy, panic-y flutters in her whole body would ignite.

Time passed as she daydreamed in the darkness about Mason. The young pony imagined all sorts of scenarios that led to the two of them alone and intimate, each one giving her a shiver of pleasant tingles when it got to anything involving touching or rubbing down there. She wondered what it would feel like to rut for the first time. Cheerilee had said in mating class that the first time would probably hurt but this didn't match up with what she heard from Cupid Splash, a filly who had already rutted with a colt from Cloudsdale. The crusaders had overheard her talking with friend Rosey Leaves about it not to long ago.

The three had sat in wide eyed stares as the two behind them talked on a bench in the town square, unaware they were being overheard by the girls. Cupid had gone on to describe the act in detail to her friend and there had been no mention of anything hurting... quite the opposite actually. Cupid had said that it felt like the best thing ever and couldn't wait to do it again. Particularly interesting to Scootaloo was the part at the end when she described the colt finishing, squirting stuff she had called 'cum' on her rump and tail from the end of his thing. They had all learned this part in school except it was called 'semen' and it was supposed to go inside you when they finished to make a foal... not on your tail. I wonder if Mason would do that too, she thought to herself and her whole body flushed with heat.

A noise from Big Mac's room next door brought her out of her thoughts. She thought it had been a low groaning sound, but couldn't be sure. Scootaloo waited in silence, her ears perked for it to come again. There. Yes... it had been something that sounded like a low moan. There was a quality to the sound that resonated somehow with the fiery desire that was already burning within her. It came again, slightly louder this time and the filly's curiosity was peaked. She gently slid out of the bed and moved to the door of Apple Bloom's room. Her friend's snores indicated she was out cold and probably wouldn't notice anyways. After slowly pulling the chain on the door, she gently nudged it open and moved into the hallway.

Only a single light was visible here, a flat horizontal stripe beaming out between the two halves of the door to Big Mac's room. Quietly, she tip toed down the hall and froze as the sound came again. It was Big Mac making that noise, alright. But why? As she got to the door, she could now hear a tiny squishing sound and hesitated before putting her eyes to the crack in the door. She felt naughty spying on Big Mac like this, but she was just SO curious as to what he was doing in there. Scootaloo lined her eyes up with the crack and looked in. She almost gave an audible gasp and had to cover her mouth with her hoof before it escaped and gave her away. Part of her knew this was wrong to see her friend's older brother like this and was repulsed, but another part of her, a larger part, wanted to watch... wanted to see.

The red stallion was laying in his large bed on his back with a couple pillows propping his upper body up, and he was rubbing himself! This was the first time Scootaloo had seen a stallion's thing in person and her eyes were riveted to it. Jutting up and out from between his back legs it was a massive shaft, pink at the bottom and molted with dark spots near the large, round, flattened end. Two globes lay at the bottom of it pulled tight against his body. She remembered from class those must be his balls and watched with frozen fascination as his hooves stroked up and down the length of the shaft. Man that thing is HUGE , she thought. How does that even fit??

Her own sex, already charged up with thoughts of Mason, now was on fire. The itching feeling she had in her room the other day was back and she squirmed around while trying to keep her eyes lined up with the slot. She couldn't reach her own fillyhood and still see in the slot because her leg was too short. It was agony, but she wanted to see what would happen next. Mac didn't disappoint her and she didn't have to wait long. His bottom half began to buck upwards in time with his strokes and his head pressed back into the pillows behind him.

She swore it even got bigger and turn dark red just before a gasp escaped from Mac's mouth and a large stream of white fluid shot from the end of the stallion's cock, arching up and then falling down to land just below his neck. She could see it stand out against the red hair in stark contrast before being joined by another glob of the stuff. He twitched and bucked on the bed several times as the stuff kept squirting out, his strokes getting slower and slower. Finally he stopped stroking all together and lay still, puddles of the stuff she figured must be 'cum' covering his belly.

Her eyes remained fixed on his member as she watched it slowly start shrinking up and retreating back into his belly. When it had mostly disappeared again, she decided she had pressed her luck enough and moved swiftly and silently back in to her friend's room. OMG! she kept thinking... I just watched him shoot cum! She was embarrassed, horny, and elated all at the same time.

It was a long time before she fell asleep that night.