Two ponies in the hospital. A stallion and his wife, now several months pregnant. Excitement surrounds them as the doctor prepares to cast his revolutionary spell. Never before could ponies know the gender of their child before birth, thus meaning this doctor's creation - and subsequently his own - popularity exploded nearly overnight. All soon-to-be parents across Equestria requested his service, and over the course of several months thereafter, his spell gained a reputation for being faultlessly accurate.
"It's a girl!" announced the doctor, gazing into the mother's eyes. He watched as they filled with joy, and as the two parents embraced after the news was given.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!" cried the husband, tears visible in his eyes. "What do we owe you?"
"I'm sure you know by now that the only payment I need is your happiness."
The doctor then found himself nearly suffocated in the thankful hug from the husband, blushing from the admiration.
Time's passage inexorably continued, eventually bringing the young couple to the long-awaited day.
While the details of the delivery are trivial, it is what happened immediately thereafter that set the course for the lives of this family.
"Honey... it's... it's a boy?", muttered the husband, surprised but no less proud of his firstborn child.
"Ah..." breathed the mother, still catching her breath. "That's... wonderful."
Neither parent was upset with this development, but coincidentally, the same doctor who performed the aforementioned spell was the pony tasked with the delivery of this foal. Intrigued, he asked "Do you mind if I perform that spell again? This is, uh... the first time it's ever been wrong."
"Go right ahead, sir! And just so you know, we aren't upset in the slightest. We're just happy to have a beautiful baby," assured the father. So the doctor prepared his spell once again, at this point having performed it so many times that his own wife informed him that he sometimes cast it during his sleep. Instead of focusing the magic towards the mothers' womb, however, he focused directly on the newborn foal.
Seconds passed, and the two parents took no care to the doctor as they embraced the newborn foal.
"Um... I have some news. Um, not bad news, but, um, news," stammered the doctor, shattering the mood. Immediately, the parents' expressions began to dip into slight apprehension.
"I can say, um, as a trained medical professional, that, um." The doctor took a moment to exhale deeply, bracing himself for delivering the strange news.
"With absolute, irrefutable certainty, your child is biologically female in every possible way, with the exception of external genitalia."
Uncertainty turned to panic, panic to confusion, and confusion to fear. Within a single week, the parents had packed their belongings and set out to construct a farm in the distant fields. As the boards of this farm rose, the parents found themselves placated that their child would not need to face the judgment and dangers of the world so long as she stayed at the farm with them.
"We'll show her the world when she's older," the mother whispered. "When she can handle what's out there."
The parents quickly settled into farm life, and found themselves both skilled at and relaxed by the process of growing and harvesting crops. As their daughter grew, she enthusiastically helped them with the farm, but found herself most infatuated by exotic flowers she found in the surrounding fields. Her name was Aster, and she kept a garden of aster flowers just outside her window - by the suggestion from her mother, of course.
Tight-knit and loving, the family's bond was inseparable. Inevitably, the parents would need to travel back into civilization on rare occasion, be it for food, supplies, or medicine. Aster, however, had never traveled into the outside world. The most outside interaction she had was merely short introductions with visitors - primarily government agents sent to collect taxes, and in one instance, a stranded traveler. These encounters were never beyond an overnight stay, and the only ponies Aster could consider "friends" were her parents - though she lovingly tended the farms, day in and day out, entirely content with her life. She was not, however, without her questions.
Aster's parents had become rather skilled at avoiding anything relating to Aster's unusual condition, and particularly the technicalities of clothes. In Aster's family, clothes were expected to be worn both indoors and out. While this was not a strict rule, Aster saw no need to break expectation, so she always donned one of her mother's homemade dresses, each carefully measured to extend nearly to the ground.
As curious as she was, Aster's fantasies about the outside world were essentially nothing beyond fantasies. It never occurred to her that she would actually need to leave her peaceful farm home, and many of her parents' stories and warnings made her afraid of the dangers that loomed in the unknown. These fears would inevitably need to be confronted, as Aster would learn early into adulthood.
Her father had departed the previous day with the words "I'm just going to stock up on pumpkin seeds, since our last batch didn't produce enough". This left Aster with her mother, who seemed slower and less peppy than usual.
"Is something wrong, mother?" asked Aster, causing her mother to wince.
"I don't know, sweetie. I'm not feeling too well, y' see, and I don't think we have the medicine I need."
Aster grew concerned. "You'll be okay, right? If you just take it easy and rest, you'll get better, right?"
Her mother sighed, with a short pause before replying. "I'll live, but I think it'd be best if we got that medicine."
"But mom-" Aster said, "You can't go all the way out!"
"I know, honey."
Aster began to reply, but stopped. Her mother looked into her eyes, and Aster instantly knew what she had to do.
"I'll give you a list of directions," instructed the sickly mare. "They're actually quite straightforward if you keep an eye on the big landmarks. I want you to go out next morning, okay?"
Aster merely nodded, determination and responsibility firing up inside her.
And so the night passed, shortly making way for the morning. Aster confronted her mother, donned with a bag full of foods and miscellaneous supplies.
"I didn't want to do this, but I think you're past the age for this." her mother admitted. "Just... be back before the end of the week, okay?"
Aster confidently asserted that she would, and set out on her journey.
"Hey, Aster-" shouted Aster's mother, just before she crossed past the flowers in the front yard.
"Yes, mother?"
"I'm sorry, Aster. I shouldn't have kept you here all these years."
Aster didn't know how to respond, but merely gave her mother a forgiving smile.
"I'll have a lot to tell you when you get back, sweetie," promised the mother.
Aster nodded, and left. Her mother watched as she passed over the horizon, worrying that she might not have told Aster enough about the outside world before sending her off.
She'll be fine, she thought to herself. She's a smart girl, I'm sure she can get through any trouble that comes her way.
Chapter 1: An Exotic Character
The buildings of Ponyville appeared over the horizon, highlighted by the late-morning sun. Aster congratulated herself, happy to have reached her destination without a single scratch. While she was a little scared of what was to come, she also found herself excited and curious of the adventures ahead.
As she began to trot onto the Ponyville streets, she took a final look at the list of directions.
Find Zecora.
"That's it?" Aster questioned, confused about where to go. She checked the back of the note, but was unable to find any further instruction.
Who is Zecora? Aster pondered. She thought back to the stories her mother used to tell of the places she went. They had always sounded so fantastical and unreal; Aster wasn't always sure whether to believe them. Her mind eventually settled on a particular memory, a story of a "strange, exotic pony unlike anything around". Strange, exotic? Aster thought. So maybe... I should look for the most "exotic" place around.
Aster began walking, taking notice to the various inhabitants wandering Ponyville. She realized almost none of them were wearing clothes. This was unexpected, but not particularly surprising - Aster had braced herself to expect some cultural differences. "Clothing" and "nudity" were barely more than terms to describe appearance to her, as she held no understanding of the concept of sex.
Several cheery ponies waved at her from afar, making her slightly uncomfortable. She smiled as best she could, hoping the eye contact would be broken and allow her to return to her search. After roughly ten minutes of walking, Aster found her gaze locked upon a very out-of-place looking structure.
Approaching the door, a sign presented itself to all visitors. "CAROUSEL BOUTIQUE", it read, "THREAD BY THREAD, STITCHING EXOTIC BEAUTY TOGETHER FOR ALL". Taking note of the conveniently relevant choice in descriptive adjectives, Aster concluded this was the place to be. Her hooves bring her to the door, but she finds herself stopped before she makes an action.
This was the first social encounter that Aster would initiate on her own. Aster had been taught proper etiquette by her parents, but she had never been the first one to greet anypony. Thinking about what was to come, fear shot through her veins.
Aster paused, exhaling deeply. She let her thoughts dissipate for a few moments, and then braced herself for the coming confrontation. Her hoof struck the door, making a loud "knock".
Rarity.
"Oh my goodness, a new face! We haven't had foreign visitors in ages! Come right in, I'll get you started," the mare eagerly greeted. Aster barely had time to react before she found herself escorted into the changing room. This pony was definitely different, but Aster doubted whether this was the "Zecora" she was supposed to find.
"I honestly must commend that dress, darling, It's easily one of the best home-made dresses I've seen. But honestly, I don't really think it suits your character," explained the unicorn. Aster's cheeks began tingling in embarrassment.
Aster began to explain, "I, um... I didn't come here for a new dress, I'm actually trying to fi-"
She found herself interrupted, "Oh, nonsense! I actually have this ADORABLE skirt that's been on the shelves for weeks, and nobody's come to buy it! Hmph. I'd have thought its adorable plaid would be intoxicating to the first eyes to gaze upon it, but alas, a small town like this lacks the... refined taste of a designer like myself. And, as a matter of fact, I think it suits you PERFECTLY. Since you're not from around here, I might as well give it to you for free, as a humble welcoming!"
Aster's eyes scanned the boutique, clueless about what to think of the situation. She noticed her host waiting for a reply; feeling embarrassment creeping into her.
"Um... sure, that'd be really nic-"
"EXCELLENT! Just stand right here on this platform, and I'll be with you shortly," instructed the odd character. I don't think she ever told me her name, Aster observed. She wondered if she skipped a vital part of the introduction process, and decided to ask when the unicorn came back.
The unicorn came back.
"Excuse me, um, I don't think... you told me your name, miss, um, ma'am," Aster blurted.
The kind shopkeeper's face instantly lit up bright red, followed by a short giggle. "Oh, goodness me, I must have forgotten to introduce myself in my excitement of a visitor - how absolutely rude of me!"
"No, it's fine, really!" Aster assured, donning her most supportive smile.
"Why thank you, sweetie!" Rarity responded. "How about you tell me about yourself while I get this skirt on you? I'm sure you'll have some fascinating stories to tell."
Aster was beginning to feel more comfortable, as this mare seemed exceedingly helpful and welcoming. She began to speak as she felt Rarity magically unbutton her dress.
"Well, my name is Aster and I live on a farm out in the fields with my parents. We grow a lot of crops, and I especially like to tend to the flowers."
"What an exquisite name," Rarity complimented. "If anything, it only makes this skirt fit you even more. And you live on a farm, you said? You'll need to meet Applejack someday, I'm sure you and her could-" Rarity stopped, letting the dress fall to the ground.
Aster stood confused. The feeling of embarrassment began seeping through her once again, and she felt her cheeks fill with pink.
"Oh my goodness, that's actually incredibly creative!" gasped Rarity, as if she had won the lottery. "My, you've done such an excellent job of passing yourself as a mare, I was completely convinced! I hope you don't mind I take this idea, I feel like the unexpectedness and shock factor could create a stunning performance!"
None had ever felt confusion like that which Aster felt at this moment.
"I... don't..." Aster murmured. "know what you mean?"
"Oh, don't be silly!" Rarity retorted. "I must say, I'm quite intrigued by your very, um, out-of-the-box creativity. I've never seen anything like it."
Aster forced herself to speak. "I uh... I have no idea what you're talking about."
Rarity stopped, beginning to realize that her client truly had no idea what the big deal was. "I... oh. Oh, goodness me, I'm so sorry for causing this confusion! This must be so awkward for you, goodness. I want you to know that I sincerely apologize for creating this awkward situation. Though I now find myself with some questions of my own. Would you care to indulge me? Feel free to decline, I know new places can be intimidating."
Aster, once again feeling slightly more comfortable, exhaled her fears. "I don't see why not."
"Perfect! So, um, I guess we'll start with the... obvious." Rarity announced.
"Obvious...?" Aster questioned.
"My, you really don't know, do you?" Rarity inquired. "You must come from quite the interesting farm."
Aster looked behind her, and down at her body. She kicked the old dress aside, unsure of what the mare was referring to.
"I guess... I'll be answering your questions, then?" Rarity deducted. "This is certainly an unexpected turn of events."
"I suppose so..." said Aster. "So what's so different about me?"
"Well, um, this is kind of a sensitive subject, but... you do know what's there between your legs, don't you?" Rarity pushed.
"Between my... legs?" Aster bent down, gazing at her underside. There was her wee-wee, just like it's always been. She lifted her head again, and began to connect the dots.
She looked at Rarity, trying to see between her legs without bending down. The angle wasn't perfect, but she was unable to see a wee-wee on this inquisitive pony.
"You're talking about... my wee-wee?" Aster figured.
"Wee-wee?" Rarity muttered, holding back a smirk. "Normally ponies would be using a more... scientific term by your age, but yes."
"Why don't you have one? Don't you need to tinkle?" Aster inquired, trying to figure out what ponies do without one.
Rarity's expression consisted of pure shock. After several moments of awkward confusion, Rarity blurts "Have you... seen anypony's underside? Ever?"
Aster thought back as far as she could, but could not think of a memory where she saw either of her parents without some form of clothing.
"My goodness, how could anypony be so sheltered?" Rarity exclaimed. "I suppose I'll have to educate you. Good thing Sweetie Belle is out playing with her friends."
Aster wanted to inquire who this "Sweetie Belle" was, but was more concerned with what made her wee-wee so special.
"Come, we should visit the bedroom. As nice as this room is, it's hardly... private," observed Rarity. She then escorted Aster to the bedroom, making sure to place a "CLOSED: Be back soon!" sign on the door on the way there.
Aster lay naked on the bed, her member extending into the air. With her head propped up with several pillows, the appendage extended up to Aster's eye level.
"I never saw myself giving this talk to a grown mare, though I guess I never saw myself meeting a grown mare with... one of those, either. You've definitely made my day quite interesting, dear Aster."
Aster blushed. "You're the one making a big deal out of everything," she pointed out.
"You do make a good point. Well, I should begin," Rarity announced. As she began talking, Aster felt a magical aura begin to stroke her wee-wee.
"You see, this... 'wee-wee' - it's technically called an, um, 'penis'. And these are something that only stallions have, never a mare."
Aster understood the logic of Rarity's assertion, but only found herself with more questions. Her leg began twitching from the stimulation.
"So I don't know why you have one, especially considering how well-endowed you are. From every possible angle, you look exactly like a mare! I've never heard of a stallion dressing like a mare before, and especially not with such an effeminate figure."
Aster's breathing quickened, and she found herself feeling an indescribable sense of pleasure.
"You seem to be quite invested in this magic-job, dear. Though I suppose it would make sense, you were rock hard as soon as I took that dress off of you. I can't imagine how much tension must be pent up inside there."
Aster felt like she needed to pee, and yet the sensation was somehow different. The pleasure shut out any potential for embarrassment, however. Aster was merely enjoying the sensation.
Rarity's magic stopped.
"Forgive my enthusiasm- well, I suppose it wouldn't matter to you." Rarity climbed on the bed, presenting her hindquarters. "If you look here, this is the 'wee-wee' that we mares typically have."
Aster felt bummed the pleasure stopped, but was curious about Rarity's exotic hardware. She had never seen anything like it, but she couldn't help but think that it looked somewhat boring, and harder to pee from.
"I bet you're wondering why we're different like this. Well, what better way to explain than by demonstration?" Rarity cooed, much more softly than her previous explanations. Her expression was much more gentle; her movements slower.
She lowered her rear over Aster's penis, sending it into the squishy depths of her vagina. Aster instantly shook with pleasure, wanting nothing but for this feeling to continue.
"Now that I've lowered myself 'balls-deep' as they say, how about we have some fun?" Rarity whispered. Aster's penis was entirely buried within Rarity; quite a remarkable accomplishment considering its length.
Aren't we already having fun? Aster thought, smiling in between heavy breaths. Rarity began to slowly raise and lower herself.
"You are the most adorable character who has ever entered my pussy. Why, I wish I could fuck well-endowed mares like yourself more often!" Rarity proclaimed.
The mixture of emotions and sensations was far too much for Aster's conscious mind to handle, and she simply found herself lost in the bliss of intercourse. She felt as if it would last forever, and never wanted to leave.
Rarity's motion accelerated, bodily fluids now covering Aster's penis and allowing Rarity to move more freely. Aster could no longer hold back the occasional small "ahh". Rarity rotated herself between sits to face directly towards Aster, smiling at her from above. Aster couldn't help but smile back, while also letting out a longer "Aaaahhhh."
"We aren't done yet, darling!" Rarity giggled. She lowered herself once again, this time bringing Aster into an embrace. She leaned into Aster's face and began kissing the inexperienced mare. Red shot through the cheeks of both mares.
Seconds later, Aster could no longer hold this sexual tension inside her. She began a violent orgasm, thrashing her limbs and moaning loudly. Rarity climaxed at nearly the same time, adding her own moan to create a sexual harmony. Aster's semen filled Rarity, in a quantity large enough to give her a lasting sensation of fullness. Once the spasms were over, Rarity pulled herself away from Aster and off of the bed. She cast a spell to clear the semen from the sheets, and tucked the now-unconscious Aster into bed.
"I couldn't have asked for a better time to be in heat," remarked Rarity, slowing her breathing to a normal pace. "Aster, you are such an adorable little flower," she whispered with a kiss to Aster's cheek. "Congratulations on your first orgasm - I always thought virginity was overrated anyway."
Rarity exited the room, ready to re-open the shop and continue selling overpriced clothing. Aster lay peacefully asleep in Rarity's bed, still bearing a satisfied smile.
Author's Note
most of this was thought up in the middle of fapping in the shower. I basically just transcribed my raging dick-fueled fantasies onto this page and tied all the scenes together
