The Conversion Bureau: Time of the Season

I don’t think that we exchanged more than a dozen words during the time that we were together. I was so focused on my rut that I didn’t care about leaving the other ponies behind. I woke before Honeydew and dragged her further into the forest where nopony else could find us. I wasn’t thinking. I just knew that when she was awake, I would have her again. I was impatient and prodding her awake already.

It was two days that we were gone before the others tracked us down. As I later found out, Karen had gone into a panic when she had done a head count and hadn’t found us. The first search parties had been haphazard and disorganized, just ponies going off in every direction calling our names. That first night, though, they had all gathered back and discussed whether to go on to Equestria and then come back, or stick around and keep searching.
The point was made moot, though, when a pony from Equestria had come across the border to find them. It was one of the originators of the Conversion Bureau program, Twilight Sparkle.

By the time she had arrived, the effects of the mating season had begun to make themselves known. Stallions and mares had paired off around the camp, and only modesty and company had been keeping their hooves off each other. Twilight had come galloping in casting magic that would calm the urges and make them manageable, but of course it was too late for us. She had addressed the camp.

“It was pure oversight on our part. Of course we know about estrus and realized that everypony would be encountering it, but we didn’t consider how it would affect the newfoals. Once you reach Equestria, everything would be fine. We have fertility festivals where couples who plan to start a family get together and have a celebration. Everypony knows what’s going on, except for the young foals, but it’s all handled with dignity and decorum.

“While we were planning this year’s festival, somepony said, ‘What about inviting the newfoals?’ and that’s when I realized that while we could prepare the bureaus themselves, any groups out on the road would potentially be caught in the grip of their most base urges. I’m only glad I was able to make it in time.”

She was told about us, and immediately had taken charge of the situation. She’s some kind of genius at organization and logistics, apparently. She had separated the stallions from the mares and had them run search parties in shifts, each party comprising only one gender. As they spread out, they would further split up. If necessary, one pony could even break off from the group, but only as they reached the limit of how far they could go. That had been the plan.

We had hidden ourselves in a thicket, but anyone walking by would know we were there. I was making no effort to keep quiet as I took Honeydew from behind. Left alone, I think I would have just kept having my way with her for the next six weeks. Instead, I became aware of another presence. I wanted to finish quickly so I could defend us against whatever predator was seeking us out. Gearing myself up for a fight, I kicked my back legs into the ground for support and bucked my hips against Honeydew’s. She responded to my aggression with moans of pleasure and clenched down on me. I came into her.

I had been coming every few hours or so with little release from the passion I had been feeling. I expected no less this time. I pulled out with a satisfying plop as ropes of fluid bridged between us. Then I turned to find the intruder.

Whoever it was, they were making no effort to conceal themselves as they plodded through the forest. After a few minutes, I heard a voice cry out, “Honeydew? Sleep Tight? Is anypony there?!” I recognized the voice. It was Caramel.

I smiled to myself. It would be nice to have some variety. A well-endowed stallion like me should have more than one mare to play stud with. I stalked and tracked her, but she was doing the same to me. In the same clearing where I had first taken Honeydew, I came face-to-face with Caramel.

“Oh, Sleep Tight, thank Celestia I’ve found you,” she said. “We’ve all been so worried. Is Honeydew with you? We have to get back because of the rut. Twilight Sparkle came and told us. . . wait, why are you looking at me that way? Oh, no. It’s got you, hasn’t it? I can see it. Sleep, listen. You have to resist it. We shouldn’t mate, I don’t even know you that well.”

I advanced on her, a leery look in my eye. I had found with Honeydew that the chase was half the fun. It got me turned on and primed for sex. Caramel couldn’t fly, of course, so she couldn’t get away. Easy pickings.

I charged her and prepared to tackle her down. She dodged out of the way, but I got into her anyway. I turned back to leap on her prone form. . .

Only she wasn’t prone. She was still standing and trying to reason with me.

“Sleep Tight, please. You don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this,” she said, but I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was wavering. She wanted it too. All the mares want it. I went for my trip spell, the same one I had first used on Honeydew. Caramel went down and I ran to get behind her.

She fought back and turned her body. I landed on top of her, but she reared up and threw me off. I turned again to magic, trying to press her down and immobilize her, but she was just too strong. We were at a stalemate, but I was still free to move, so I closed the gap between us and kissed her on the muzzle.

Even standing nose to nose, I could smell her musk perfuming the air. She was getting turned on now. I kept nuzzling her head and shoulders. Just knowing that I could charm her and bring her to heel when I wanted to was turning me on. I had only recently finished with Honeydew, but during the season, I had endless stamina.

I wanted to move around again to find her slit, but even now she turned and bucked. She gave me a sultry look as she kissed me back. I began to doubt myself and to get ornery. She should be following my lead at this point. Instead she was licking my neck and chest and being aggressive about it. She was only an Earth pony, but she was putting me under a spell of her own.

I prepared for her to move around back of me, but again she was unpredictable. She kissed her way up until she reached my lips. Her tongue met mine and I licked and sucked her mouth. She put her hooves on my shoulders and shoved. That got my ire up again so I tried to stand, but she pushed back hard. She was much stronger than I was. I fell to my knees before her. Then she kissed my horn.

It was the exact reverse of when I had my vision of the princesses. I could move, I could speak, but I couldn’t think. She licked my horn to get it moist, then sucked it down her throat. Every time I had the beginning of a thought, she sucked it right out of me. I was supposed to be the dominant one, but that thought was gone. I should use my magic to get up—gone. She’s good at this—gone. I gave up trying to think and sprawled on the grass, doing nothing but feeling the pleasure.

I closed my eyes and saw stars pulsing in front of me. I could hear her mouth moving back and forth on my horn. She closed it slightly and I felt her teeth on the ridges my horn had. I started shaking in time with her teeth bumping.

She laughed through her lips. Although she couldn’t feel what I was feeling, she could see the effect it was having on me. I heard myself crying and moaning, I felt my legs squirming on the ground, and I felt the motion of her mouth on my horn, but then those sensations began to fade.

The difference between the horn job I was getting and all the sex I’d had before was focus. On a few occasions, if you can keep your attention focused on the feelings you get inside, the sex is much better. But most of the time the distractions of the motions fight for your concentration, and you can’t get that focus. Caramel was doing it for me, removing the distractions by going right to the source. It was as if she was sucking and licking me right in my sexual pleasure center.

Because my horn tapered at the end instead of flaring out like my dick, she could slide it in and out with no trouble. She took deeper strokes, exposing it to the air so I could feel the cold moisture as she gave the tip tiny licks, then driving forward until all of me was encompassed in the warm cavern of her mouth. Now she sucked faster, pounding my head with hers. I didn’t even feel my dick anymore, nor did I care. I didn’t know if it stayed hard or went flaccid. All my focus was on my horn.

For an eternity she licked, kissed, and sucked, while I just lay there receiving and squirming. Then, deep within me, something started to build.

The feel of an orgasm can be displaced. It feels like it starts on the inside of the thighs, about halfway down, and travels up through the balls to the head. This started in my teeth. It traveled through my sinuses. It lifted up through my cheeks and sent out waves of heat. It traveled down my throat like I was swallowing pleasure. Then it began to pick up. I felt every system in my body radiate heat and joy. My bones stiffened. My nerves had lightning bolts going down them. My muscles clenched. The feelings kept building and building, and then my head exploded.

That’s what it felt like. I literally heard a bomb go off inside my head and saw every color in the world flash before my eyes at light-speed. My brain went inside-out again and I felt as if I had been pushed out from within. After that singular feeling came something else.

I felt my own body again, and I felt my horn spewing something. It wasn’t liquid or gas, it was more like pure energy was escaping through my forehead. I started tingling and sparkling all over, and I actually saw the sparks over my sides and flanks. That was nothing compared to what I saw coming out of the horn. Ethereal smoke and lightning was pulsing out, and Caramel was taking it into her mouth. I couldn’t even keep my head up anymore, and I fell out of her mouth and collapsed onto the grass.

I lay there panting and sweating. My eyes refocused. So did my thinking. For the first time in two days, my ordinary human personality reasserted itself, and so did my pony instincts. I looked at Caramel Icing, who had rolled onto her back. I crawled over to the thicket, where Honeydew was still unconscious.

What had I done? When I was human, I was a lecher to be sure, but I had never forced myself on women. Now I had. I was practically a rapist.

I got to my feet. I knew what I had to do. I would never see Equestria. Equestria had no place for rapists, no place for stallions who couldn’t control themselves and let their dicks think for them. I took to my hooves and ran.

I had only the rudiments of a plan. The first thing was to get lost, to make sure that Caramel and Honeydew couldn’t find me. The bureau had taught me how to forage for grass and other foods I would need, and I could drink rainwater. All the enjoyment I got out of food as a pony was just a one-time thing. I didn’t deserve to taste nice things. I would mix the grass with dirt to ensure I didn’t enjoy it. I would go be a hermit. Maybe someday, years from now, I could talk to people again.

Through my tears I saw the outlines of the trees and paths. I didn’t know where I was going, I just galloped in one direction as far as I can. After twenty minutes of running flat out, I reached a hill. I slowed up and breathed heavily, looking around. I saw a road nearby and a thicket, and beyond that—no! What happened? There were Honeydew and Caramel lying unconscious, though Caramel had crawled over in my absence and was nuzzling with Honeydew.

I remembered an old science factoid that said that a blindfolded person who tried to walk in a straight line would in fact walk in a lazy clockwise spiral. In my anguish I had not paid attention to where I was going.

I started off again. Now instead of desperation, I felt nothing but depression. I still didn’t know how I could have treated them the way I did. I plodded along, making sure that I knew the way I was going.

It could have been such a wonderful life for me, a new opportunity. I couldn’t even go back to my old job and home. Conversion was a one-way trip. Maybe I didn’t even deserve to live. If I got up high enough, I could find a cliff and see to it that justice was done. I found an incline and started climbing. Perhaps behind that thicket—

I had been paying attention, and my hooves still carried me right back to where I started. Something screwy was going on. I tried a third time, and I couldn’t even move in the direction I wanted to. When I tried to pick up my hoof, it was rooted to the ground. When I turned to walk toward the mares, it came free.

My instinct again. It wouldn’t let me abandon Honeydew. She needed me and that meant I had to stay. I had been thinking that thought ever since I had woken up, but I kept suppressing it. Now my lies were torn away and I realized how foolish I would have been to try to kill myself or to go live alone. I lay down next to Honeydew and went back to sleep.

We all woke up at about the same time. We didn’t look into each other’s eyes. We didn’t talk to each other. Caramel brushed the grass and dirt off of Honeydew’s flank, and then she returned the favor. With nopony left, I tried to clean myself off. After a moment or two, I felt a wing brush against me. For a moment I saw Honeydew looking at me. I turned away.

Caramel led the way back to the camp. Honeydew followed her, and I brought up the rear. Walking in single file, I should have been staring at her hindquarters. I was looking at it, but I wasn’t staring. If I had felt anything in my groin, I would have broken right then.

We trudged back. When we finally reached the site, everypony was fawning over us, telling us how worried they were that we had all died or something. I barely heard what they said. I wish I could have made the excuse that I was catatonic, but I was just waiting for somepony to punish me.

Karen was talking with a purple unicorn that I didn’t recognize, but as soon as she saw us, she broke off and ran to us.

“Oh, you bad ponies, you! You poor babies. Are you all right? Wherever have you been?”

“Miss?” the unicorn said. “I’ll take it from here. My name is Twilight Sparkle. Can one of you tell me what happened?”

We all looked nervously at the ground.

“That tells me what happened,” she said, and sighed. “Let’s get you all into Equestria. Once we’re there, I know that everything will be all right.”

We walked on. It did make me feel better to be among ponies again. After a few hours, we came to the border. We could tell that it was the border because we couldn’t see past it. Just a silver-gray spherical wall.

Karen stood in front of us and said, “All right, this is where I leave you. I can’t go through the barrier, because I’m a human. But you’re all free to cross. Once you do, somepony will take care of you. You made it. Congratulations. This really is the first day of the rest of your lives.”

I felt sick to my stomach.

She continued. “Remember, you have to go through one at a time, or, if you have a family, all together at the same time. Each pony that passes through will widen the barrier by a little bit, so if you’re pushing and shoving, you’ll find yourself half in and half out. You don’t want that. Just push through as fast as you can.”

Everypony else went first. I still stood in silence with the mares and Twilight, far back from the border. It was a long wait. The numbers diminished until it was only the four of us. For the first time since it happened, I spoke.

“One at a time or all together? I suppose I should be last.”

“No, no,” said Twilight. “We’ll all go together. It’s the right thing to do.”

I put my head down. I trotted up with Honeydew on my right and Caramel on my left. We walked through.