Prologue: The Birth
It was a calm day, the sky was partially covered with gray & white clouds, the rain was trickling down onto the straw covered houses of the small town of Ponyville. My mother and my father were in the hospital, talking with the doctor with a confused look on their face.
“What do you mean by ‘our foal is both’?” my father exclaimed.
“It’s like I said, your foal is both a colt and a filly.” The doctor explained, “Like you can see," the doc said while he was picking me up in his left foreleg, and pointed between my legs with his right hoof "your foal has both a colt’s stallionhood and a filly’s marehood. Both of them, fully developed. We have the technology to...remove one of them. Which one would you want? I’ll leave you alone to decide.”
After the doctor left, my father turned to my mom. (Before I was born, they had both agreed that they would be happy and accept whatever sex that I would be born with.) But now they had to choose and agree on which one they wanted the most.
My father said, “I want a son! To play sports with, teach him how to shave, all the guy things!”
My mom looks at him. “And I want a daughter! To play with dolls with, give her make-overs, everything that mothers and daughters do together.”
My father looked at her decisively with a questioning look and his face implying “What makes you say that our son would like to do those...girly things”
My mom looked at him back, with a deadpan face and said, "What makes you so sure that our daughter would want to do those...brutish actions?”
They could both see that they couldn’t agree on what gender I should be.
“If only we knew what our foal is going to be in the future,” my mom said.
My dad looked at her with an idea in his head. “How about we let our foal choose?”
“How do you plan to do that? Our foal just literally got born!” She replied.
“Simple!” My father went and asked a nurse for two dolls. He came back with two dolls in his magical grasp. One was a blue dinosaur and the other one a pink bunny.
“Okay, we put these two dolls in front of our foal and the one our foal chooses will determine the gender we have for our foal.”
She rubbed her temple and looked at him with a blank face.
"You really want to pick this vital part of our foal’s life based on if he likes dinosaurs or she likes bunnies?”
“Got a better idea? “
“...no.”
So they showed the two dolls to me. Finding the bunny cute and the dinosaur cool, I reached for both of the dolls at the same time. They tried multiple times. But the same thing happened, I reached for both of them at the same time.
After they had given up, the doctor came back a few seconds later. "So, have you two made up your minds?”
“No...” they replied, “Which gender do you suggest?”
“I don’t have the right to make that choice nor is it my choice to make.”
My parents frowned. “How long do we have to make our choice?"
“Well... I’m leaving to go back home at 20:00* but, we can do the operation any day that you are free.”
My father gazed at the doctor with hope, “So...we could choose when our foal is...older?”
The doctor looked back apprehensively. “Well...yes. However there isn’t a reported case of a foal living with both sexes. Every foal born with some extra parts had the parents choose to have the operation within the week that the foal was born.”
My parents thought for a second and said unanimously, "We will wait until our foal is older!”
The doc had a weird look on his face. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. One sixteen year old found out, about the extra parts removed at birth and tried to commit suicide. I don’t know if the foal was successful.”
My mother mirrored the doctor’s expression,
but my father reached to her, “We'll set hi- um, our foal down before... fifth birthday?” He looked at his wife.
She nodded.
"And ask what gender our foal wants.” My father finished.
The doc sighed, “Fine but what name are you going to give your foal?”
My parents looked at one another. “Well...we had decided on using Great, Generous or Gorgeous.”
“Why don’t we call our foal G., Honey?"
“G.!? Just G.? I don’t think we should just give our foal a letter as a name. Hmmm... Oh! I know what about Bent... or Bent-G.?”
“Oh! That’s the name of the main character of the book we were reading at the book-club we met at.”
“Yeah, we were all arguing if Bent was a colt or a filly. The writer was ambiguous about that.”
“So, have you two agreed about your foal name?” the doctor asked.
“Yes! Our foal’s name shall be... Bent-G.!" they said unanimously.
“Okay, I’ll get the papers for you two to sign and by tomorrow you and your new foal will be free to go home.” The doc said then left the room to get the papers.
My father went to sit close to my mom. “Welcome to our life, my Foal”
Author's Note
* 20:00 = 8:00PM happy ?
Can some-one please do a speal-sheck? please.
P.S.
xe = he/she
xem = him/her
xyr = his/her
xyrself/xemself = hisself/herself/himself
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Chapter 1: Discoverer
“Bent-G.! Wake-up!” My mom called from the kitchen.
“I’ll be down in a sec, Mom!” I answered. I got out of bed, and went to my calendar: “Just two more months before my fifth birthday!” I said to myself. Afterwards I went straight to the door, passing my tea-set with all my dinosaurs and Army-Ponies drinking tea, while eating some imaginary-cake. I avoided stepping on my set of dolls that were lined-up for war.
I love playing war with my dolls then having Tea with my army of dinosaurs when it was all over.
I went down-stairs to the kitchen, my mom was levitating a frying pan with her magic, making pancakes, while my dad was reading the newspaper . When I was done eating the pancakes, my parents sat down with a serious look on their face.
“Bent ... I bet that you have noticed that... there’s something different with you, from the other kids?”
I knew that, I could still remember the day that I found out.
(Months ago)
“Mom.. Dad... where do babies come from?”
My parents look at one and other, then nodded their heads with a slight frown on their face. They went to the couch, sat, and levitated a book that said “the Phoenixes & the Manticores (the Birds and the Bees)”. I didn’t know how a book about animals would answer my question. Maybe they were going to start with where baby-animals come from? My parents gave another glance to one & other then decided to put the book on the side table, and started.
“Well... when a mare and a stallion REALLY love one another, they... give each other a special-hug.”
“A hug?” I replied.
“Yes, yes.” my parents said back to me.
I thought about it for a moment “Can you do that alone?” I asked.
“Noo.” they answered back. They know that there are species that reproduce asexually, but ponies weren’t one of them.
“Does it have to be a mare and a stallion, can’t you do it with two stallions or.. two mares?” I asked knowing couples that were that. Not knowing why ponies made a big deal about them.
“Umm..” They looked at one and other. They knew that they was a very rare spell that cold helped two mares to have a filly together, but for some reason the same spell couldn't make two stallions have a colt together. However they might need to find & know how the spell works.
I was about to ask more, but before I could, somepony was at the door, knocked on it. My parents went to open it . It was one of my parents’ friends; they left to have a chat in the kitchen leaving me on the couch. Starting to get bored,
I decided, to go outside and ask the ponies in the town, “Where do babies come from?”. But most weren’t big help.
The mother of the flower-Triplets, just fainted when I asked her.
Carrot Top’s mom said something about foals coming from a garden.
Vinyl Scratch’s mother said by making lovely music with one another.
Berry Punch’s mom said that if you drink a lot you would get a foal. I never understood why ponies would drink something that makes you act funny and become sleepy.
And the strange earth pony stallion with the hourglass cutie mark, kept rambling about Timey Wimey or something!
None of them made sense, why would you need exactly one mare and one stallion if foals came from gardens?
And now that I that I think about it, which one am I? And which one would I need to make a foal, do I need a stallion or a mare?
I went back home in frustration. When I got back, my parents were still talking with their friend. I saw that the book was still on the side table next to the couch.
I took the book of “The Phoenixes & the Manticores” and went to my room. I sat on my bed and started reading the book.
Skimming through the pages, the first part talking about the stories that I heard from the town’s pony, I found out really quickly that the book wasn’t about animals, the book was about an event called puberty, where a filly becomes a mare and a colt becomes a stallion. I was now more curious was I going to grow-up into a mare, who needs a stallion? or stallion, who needs a mare to make a foal? I flipped through the pages to one that had a growth chart. On the right side of the growth chart there was the average body of a grown mare and a grown stallion with transparent wings and horns. They were sitting on their flank with their back legs spread open wide. What they were showing made me uncomfortable, showing parts of the body that most ponies kept to themselves and their doctor. But based on what it said above the chart, it made sense why they would be showing that, yet, I still didn’t like to picture that that’s how my parents most likely look like. There was something off about those ponies´ body parts, something that I couldn’t put my hoof on. I shrugged it off and looked at the other part of the growth chart, on the left side of the growth chart there was the average body of both foals of my age, also with transparent wings and horns. I looked at myself in my mirror, my face looking like a mix of a filly’s and a colt’s. My eyelashes were half way between the length of the filly’s one and half the number. My muzzle was square yet round at the same time. I looked at the rest of my body confused; my hooves looked like they were between the ones of the filly’s and colt’s. I continued with the rest of my body, the same results came. I was even more confused now; I knew some stallions that had a physique that made them look like a mares and mares that were bulky making them look like a stallion, but even though those ponies were like that, I could still tell what gender they were. Yet for some reason I couldn’t tell what gender I was. I looked at more the images trying to find the answer. Then I noticed the parts between the legs of the two foals. Perplexed, I went to the door, closed and locked it, walking back to my mirror, looking back into it. Then I started removing my clothes. Levitating the book with my magic, I examined myself in the mirror. I was pretty sure that I was in possession of both of them. I opened my legs up…I was right. It’s at this point that I finally realized, “I’m both…” I began to cry.
Author's Note
Can some-one please do a speal-sheck? please.
P.S.
xe = he/she
xem = him/her
xyr = his/her
xyrself/xemself = hisself/herself/himself
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Deviant-art
