So, let’s recap. I’m working at a convenience store in Minnesota, keeping up my parent’s old house, when Twilight Sparkle comes in from the cold. But she’s actually not Twilight Sparkle at all, but Sunset Shimmer in disguise. She uses me, dumps me, and changes me into a pony, and a girl. My best friend Nick gets turned into a pony through having sex with me, but it doesn’t work when pony Nick has sex with Mira.

I should mention that Nick was also my only friend, so there wasn’t a very high bar to qualify as the best one. I swear he’s great though.

We uncover Sunset Shimmer’s evil plot to spread a virus that turns every human being on the planet into a pony, so that her queen can control them. Nick and I end up having more sex. A lot of sex. We chase that pony all the way to Baltimore, but she turns the tables on us, and now we’re getting accused of doing it! Then, not only am I pregnant, but I’m starving and dehydrated, not given enough food or water, and being interrogated by angry men in hazmat suits.

Things get kind of hazy at that point, but after somehow escaping the thing in my cell, I’m rescued by a group of ponies from the convention, led by none other than Twilight Sparkle herself. The real Twilight Sparkle. Hiding from the law, we desperately train our magic so that we can become powerful enough to open a gateway to escape to Equestria, help Twilight return home, and get the help of the ponies there. And I’m not the only male gone mare here, nor the only one who’s having some very female feelings about my best friend Nick.

I try to get it out of my head, how John must feel. That unfortunately named green and blue haired pegasus mare must feel awful, watching me just following Nick around like a puppy. Of course she wanted him, and then the moment I feel healthy enough to have sex with him, I take away her only chance! It’s so wonderful that Nick’s with me, and that we can just have sex without consequences, now that I’m too pregnant for there to be consequences.

But if I wasn’t there, maybe John could feel this way. I know it’s wrong, but even in the middle of having sex, I’m panting there full of Nick, with the stallion mounted on my rump, in my rump, I can’t help but think of how that other mare could have been doing this. How much she yearned to, all alone in the bushes. It’s good she doesn’t, because that’d make... two mares pregnant. But...

...I think I may be a really horrible person.

I notice John watching me and Nick one day, and it’s just too much. “Hey, Nick...” I say coyly, sliding alongside him, and trailing my tail under his nose, “I was thinking maybe we could go... y’know.”

Flagging my tail for him does it. John goes running off in the corner of my eye, just like last time I was practically humping Nick’s leg. This is what John wants to do, these lovely sexy suggestive strokes of my body against my stallion. These sensuous touches, telling him that he can cum inside me later. Nick takes a hopeful step towards me, not that I’m going to let him outright mount me in public. I lower my tail then, saying, “Uh oh. Did you see John?”

“Just now? No,” Nick says, looking at me in puzzlement.

Biting my lower lip, I say, “W-well you knew John pretty well, before you and I started... dating basically, right?”

“I suppose,” the grey unicorn says, casting his eyes down.

“It’s just there’s been something bothering her lately. I’m not sure what,” I lie, “But she ran off again just now. I think she was pretty upset. She won’t say anything if I’m there, but maybe you could talk to her on your own? Tell her I’m totally okay if she just... hangs out with us, and I’m not offended by her or anything?”

“This being a girl thing must be doing a number on you both,” Nick says with a sigh, “Even she—I mean—he sees you as just another girl, instead of trying to find out what’s really going on. If he met you, he’d know you weren’t like other girls.”

“Exactly, and if you can talk to her alone, then maybe we can get over all this silliness,” I say with a nervous giggle. It’s obvious Nick knows exactly what’s going on. I shouldn’t do this. I should just tell her I know what she’s doing. But it would be so precious if he found her... doing it!

“I know she usually goes off in those bushes on the south end of the field when she wants to be alone,” I offer hopefully, “But I don’t know her, so it hasn’t been my place to talk to her. I don’t suppose you could check over there, see if she’s you know, okay?”

“Right now?” he asks, one ear slumping.

“Well I think that’s where she went when she ran off just now,” I tell him, nuzzling under his chin, “D-don’t worry about me. I can find something to do while you work things out.”

Nick heads off, making me practically melt at the thought that this might actually work. I wait a while, then follow after, trying to make my hooves stop clomping on the dirt so much. I skirt the tree line on the edge of the field, watching furtively as my grey and purple stallion makes a beeline for those bushes. Ohh I hope she’s there! I hope she’s—John’s head shoots up from where she was lying behind the bushes. She totally was!!

I peer around the tree, unable to risk getting closer, but I can tell she looks embarassed as all heck, and Nick’s blushing heavily too. I bet she was calling out his name, even! They’re talking now, and John keeps looking away under her left wing all shyly, but eventually Nick just reaches out a hoof and guides her chin back to look him in the eyes. This is so romantic. Right out of a movie! Except with ponies instead of humans. They’re looking at each other, and... getting closer, and I think they’re going to kiss!

Nick closes his eyes as he joins lips with the green pegasus mare, and I really shouldn’t be sliding my hoof against myself for this, but her tail bobs up at the kiss, and I know she feels the same way too. Nick never even...

...huh, actually Nick’s never kissed me before.

Well that kiss shivers her into a decision, and parting from it she turns her rump to his, raising her tail. She’s gonna get pregnant that way! And Nick, that total asshole, he mounts up on her right away. I love him so much.

John spreads her wings then, right in Nick’s face, and leaps into the air, right out from under him. What?? John can’t fly yet, but she jumps forward and folds her wings when she lands, then just trots hastily away from Nick. I can hear her shouting out, “I’m sorry! It’s just not...!” but that’s about it. She just gallops off then, leaving Nick looking like the crestfallen one, and I feel absolutely horrible. What am I doing? It’s not my right to set them up together. She’s probably even more upset now! She was... she was touching herself, and calling out for Nick so quietly, before.

I can’t just leave things be though. It’s my fault, and Nick deserves to know how... awful I am.

“What is it, Meadows?” he asks with worry, after I lead him around behind the barn.

“It’s about John...” I say guiltily.

Nick stiffens at that, asking a bit too casually, “Wwwhat about John?”

“I knew she was... touching herself,” I say, tail drooping, “A-and that she was calling out your name.”

“W-what?” Nick asks giving me a look like I’ve gone insane. Well I have.

“I know I should be...” I force myself to look him in the eye, “...faithful to you. I’m a terrible g-girlfriend, and you’re the only one I’m supposed to... she just seemed so sad!”

Nick listens, bless his heart, while I pleadingly confess, “Didn’t you see her? Looking at us? You were... she thought you were going to be hers! So when I just... took you, it wasn’t fair!”

“Hey, I get to say whose I am,” Nick says crossly, “Are you defending her? I—”

“She wanted you,” I insist sorrowfully, “And I just screwed it up like usual. If I’d just... s-so that’s why I... asked you to check on her right then.”

“Because you were worried about her?” Nick asks in confusion.

“Because I knew that’s... I caught her there before,” I say, “Touching herself and... wishing she could be with you o-out loud. So I thought if you found her while she was doing that, then it’d be...

...adorable,” I conclude, not even sure how I felt about that.

“Meadowsweet, I’m sorry too,” Nick says sympathetically, then blinks and adds, “No wait I’m not sorry. You set me up!”

“For her!” I protest, “She... she kissed you!”

Nick’s face goes blank as I admit, “I was um... w-watching a little, to make sure it went okay. And it did, but... she ran away. I should never have... meddled.”

“Meadowsweet, you have every right to be angry with her, and... and fight with her over me,” Nick says in exasperation, “But you can’t try to set me up with another girl! We’re supposed to be together!”

“Yes, and it was wrong of me,” I tell the purple haired stallion, “I should have been more considerate. I need to apologize to her too. Can we... I swear she’s not—you know—doing that right now, but can you ask her to meet you? And... I’ll... kind of be there already, so we’re all there at once? She’s super avoiding me now, after you...”

I trail off nervously, and Nick doesn’t want me to finish that sentence, so I ask him, “...were you really gonna put a baby in her, too?”

“I—no, I... she just needed a little relief, that’s all,” Nick says, looking away.

“Because you did almost, you were about to—” I start to say, as Nick cuts me off, saying,

“I’ll talk to her. Meet us in the grove out west, alright? You know the... private one out of view of the barn.”

Well, I’m standing there in that circle of trees, hoping we can talk this out somehow. There are hoofprints all over, and scrape marks through the dusty ground, where I slid forward because... Nick was penetrating me. And there’s where I got my footing, pushing back, trying to get him even deeper in. Yes, this... place is out of sight of the barn, but as I recall what Nick and I have been doing here, it occurs to me that maybe it’s not the best place for this sort of discussion.

I’m busy wincing, and trying to use some dirt to clean a uh... discolored spot where I was rubbing on the tree the other day and kind of started peeing, not that I admitted it to Nick at the time. I’m quite busy vainly trying to clean up all the stuff that smells of me, when Nick and John come trotting into the grove.

The green pegasus mare takes one look at me, and turns to run, and I shout, “Wait! I’m not mad at you!”

She doesn’t run at least. Good enough. “I’m sorry, John,” I tell her sincerely as she faces away from me, “I followed you to where you were... doing things. I heard you saying you wished Nick would have sex with you. I knew you wanted Nick. And I told him to... find you, when you were out in the bushes. He... he almost impregnated you a-and you were smart enough to stop. I wasn’t smart enough, but you—”

John does turn then, looking at me with disbelieving blue eyes, asking me, “Are you seriously apologizing to me? Even after you heard what I was... was saying?”

“Well, it’s understandable,” I tell her practically, “I turned into a girl too, you know. And I... h-had sex with Nick. A lot. And I’m pregnant because of it. And I’m not complaining about that, but I... felt it too. I would have rubbed myself, begging someone to do me too, just to get some relief. I didn’t have the right to... trick him into stumbling on you.”

“So, even if I want it,” John asks, in strident disbelief, “Even if I want him you’re o-okay with that?”

“W-well you just—” I start to say appeasingly and she declares heately,

“I want him to... fuck me! I want him to put a baby in me! Not you, me! I’m a fucking girl and I can’t get any relief and it keeps making me want to be a girl, and a pony girl.”

“If you feel that way, there’s nothing wrong with it!” I protest, “The transformation just must’ve—!”

“I felt him,” she says lowly stalking towards me, “Slap my... tits. My horse tits with his dick. You were fucking riding that dick with your vagina, and I felt it slap against me, and he was gonna fuck me, and that’s... okay???”

With John angrily pressing her snout right to mine, I can’t really look away from eye contact, saying very uneasily, “...yes?”

Jerking away from me and pacing around, she half spreads her wings, then lifts her tail high right in Nick’s direction saying, “I’ll do him right now. Right here in front of you. You’re just gonna stand there and let me?”

“S-shouldn’t you be asking Nick if you want to have sex with him?” I ask fearfully, feeling like it’s all going wrong, and it’s my fault somehow.

John gives Nick a crazy look that swiftly turns desperate, as Nick crooks a foreleg and says, “Oh, I dunno. I think I’ve got a headache coming on. You’ll have to sleep on the couch today, hon—”

“This is not a joke!” I shout angrily at Nick, “Can’t you smell her?! She’s... her thingy is moving! That only happens to me when I’m dying for you to go in.”

“Well I am,” she says acidly in my direction, “I wanna be so fucking pregnant. I–I don’t even know what it’s like! And you just... fuck him whenever you want.”

“Well maybe if you paid attention to him, then he’d be fucking you by now!” I shoot back.

We both give Nick a look, and he lifts a hoof, saying, “No, it’s clearly you two who should be fucking. I’ll go get the body lotion.”

“I can see your boner from here, Nick,” I growl at him, “Just put it in her already! ”

“Look fine I–I can’t resist, but this’s John’s first... l-lift your tail, John.” She does without any hesitation. “She needs it so bad,” he tells me emotionally, “It’s so beautiful! I’m going to cum in there, Meadowsweet. And she wants to feel it!”

“I... I do!” John says in frantic lust, her pert little slot winking at the thought, “Oh god I’m gonna get pregnant! I need to s...show you my pussy so you’ll please...”

Nick mounts her hard. John’s eyes go wide as he climbs up and grabs her flanks. John’s wings spread out—she’s gonna jump away again!

Desperate, I wrap my arms around her chest and pull her out of the air, hanging on her neck with both forelegs.

“What are you doing?” Nick asks in exasperation.

“I’m just holding her down so she can’t escape!” I tell him in equal exasperation, “Now just get it inside her!”

“...that’s fucked up,” Nick says, but he must be progressing in getting this stupid mare some relief already, because still panting frantically, John struggles against me saying,

“I feel him! He’s gonna—ahh!” She gazes off declaring, “It’s stretching me—sliding! Oh god I feel him! I need it deep unnnnh...”

I release the panting pegasus mare, stepping back from her as John stands mounted, flush-faced, looking at me anxiously.

“That’s your vagina,” I tell her helpfully, standing before the mare, feeling kind of guilty for uh... holding her down while Nick mounted her...

“He’s... in me!” she replies in shock, “I–I can’t believe... is he gonna put a baby in me?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” I query.

She looks back at Nick mounted on her, with a hungry expression on his pony face, “Nick, o-oh god I never dreamed you would... you’re supposed to be Meadowsweet’s b-boyfriend!”

“She can share,” Nick says, gently sliding his dick out and back into John’s pussy.

“Oh, it feels so...” she says distantly, as Nick pushes in and holds again. How he doesn’t hammer that pussy to no tomorrow I have no idea, because this is so hot.

Looking back in disbelief at her lover, John declares, “That’s... that’s you in there!”

“Yup,” Nick says smugly, slightly grimacing as moves within her, “That’s me.”

“Oh god Nick, I... I touched myself,” she moans, facing forward. Nick starts slowly thrusting again as she says, “Wanted it so bad, when my pussy started going into me. Don’t wanna be a guy he’s sliding in and out unh unh.”

John’s looking at me now, eyes half lidded as Nick hunches over her, breathing hard as he hungers to impregnate her. Humping thickly back, she tells me huskily, “He’s gonna put a baby in me...”

I don’t know how to force John not to have a baby, so I just sit there watching the two earnestly make another little pony baby. “Y-you look like me,” I tell John anxiously. I don’t even care if she hears, but I tell her, “I don’t get to know what I look like when Nick’s doing that to me. You look beautiful.”

She doesn’t swiftly respond to that, but her eyes grow more full, and she slowly gives a look of aching pleasure to the distant horizon, declaring tightly, “It feels... so good!”

I suppose I should... touch myself or something. But it’s wonderful enough in its own way, seeing John filled with so much love and satisfaction. I don’t think they mind me just watching with approval. It would be bad for me to try and do more right?

I’m not supposed to be approving of this. It’s so beautiful though! I didn’t know Nick’s thrusts were so smooth and organic, or that his head bobs just a little with every thrust. And I guess that was Nick’s flare earlier, because he pushes deep into John and holds there. “Well that’s it. You’re becoming a mom now,” I tell her.

She does look at me then, with unfocused, half-lidded eyes, saying “Wait no, I need to pull out—” her eyes snap wide then, and whole body tenses. John arches back, and her wings extend, but it only ensconces Nick’s ejaculating penis deper inside her. Damn, it’s just shattering her world, feeling Nick spurting inside her.

Focusing on me hard, John declares with narrow pupils in a quavering voice, “It’s—it’s—!”

“Yeah, that’s what it feels like to get pregnant,” I tell her sympathetically, “You’re gonna be a mommy now.”

My attempt to pat her on the shoulder ends, when she lifts a forehoof and hooks it with mine, telling me intensely, “It... mmm, mmm, filling me mmm...”

Her intense look fades as Nick finishes impregnating her. She releases my hoof, breathing shakily into the air before her, “I’m having a... oh fuck Nick, you’re... I feel so good...”

John’s eyes grow liquid with intense gratitude then. Her husky panting turns to soft coos, her wings fold, and the mare relaxes. This whole thing was weird, but it’s kind of surreal seeing the green pegasus mare just sort of standing there, accepting Nick’s seed into her body, and... changing.

“Wow, that really does change you,” I say worriedly, wondering if I had that same reaction to Nick cumming inside me, “I guess you’re not... upset about having a baby?”

“I’d love to have a baby,” she says in a calm that seems to surprise even her. Looking back at Nick still mounted, John asks, “Is—is it alright if I talk, with you... in me?”

Nick blushes and hesitates to answer, so I catch John’s attention again, telling her, “Yeah Nick likes to stay inside me too, until he goes soft. Holding in the semen I guess.”

“Y–y-you felt this,” John says, looking my way with trembling eyes, looking at me as she starts crying. What?!

“You felt this good!” John says shakily, “This thing happened to you! Meadowsweet, I... I...”

I don’t know what to do, so I hug John, with a foreleg and everything, and she grabs me back and leans into my neck, sobbing something like a breathless, “Thank you! Thank you! I feel like this. Thank you!” Though she’s unintelligible to the point that it sounds more like “High phallic discs.” But I think I get the message. False alarm. These are happy tears.

John’s crying falls silent as the minutes go by, but she still holds her own forearm around the back of my neck, and presses herself against me.

I’m squatted down before John there. Nick gives me a look, so I shrug with my free foreleg.

“I’m... pretty much out of you, uhm,” Nick says, looking to John, “So I’m gonna get off, okay?”

Nick’s mostly standing on his hind legs anyway, just using John’s rump to keep his balance, so it’s no big deal. John’s answer is just an, “Mmm...” into the fur of my neck as she cuddles against me.

Nick pulls the last bit out and climbs off then, and there’s not much of a delay before John stiffens and pushes me away with a hoof. I release her to stand on her own, as John looks back at her own green rump, going, “Woah,”

“Yeah it really leaks out of you at first,” I tell her sheepishly. “It’s okay we’ll clean up before we go back to the barn. Your pregnancy is... still gonna happen though.”

“Uh huh,” John says distractedly looking underneath herself as Nick’s white seed oozes out down her pelvis and drips from her fur to the ground, “Wow, look at me go...”

I really don’t get John’s cavalier attitude towards pregnancy. She doesn’t even mood swing into a mild panic attack after her arousal cools, though I think that’s just me. And of course now she wants to be there watching, the next time... Nick does me. I never even knew Nick was into this sort of polygamy, but he doesn’t mind at all. Of course he likes the attention, when John’s so lovestruck she’s following him around like a puppy. I mean seriously, who does that?

As for me, it’s kind of... embarassing how much I lose control when I get aroused. I uh... I whinny a lot more than John does. Just being stuck there, unable to hide, or even move really, it’s harder to focus on the thrusts filling me, with John there telling me excitedly about how she can feel Nick in my belly, by her hoof pressed against it.

It’s adorable how happy it’s making her though, and it really would be difficult for me to feel myself, to find out how far Nick goes inside when he penetrates. When I’m having sex I want to just plant all four hooves and stand there stiffly using my full strength to push back against the stallion’s thrusts. And it’s nice to have somepony to... keep an eye out for those little things that I can’t think about when all I want to do anymore is breed.

I suppose in the end I have to think of how John feels. I can’t even imagine how grateful I’d be if... a guy I liked got taken by another girl, and then that girl came to me and made sure that I got together with them. It still bothers me how other mares look with longing at Nick and I, and John when she’s not too shy to show her affection in public. But the fact that I could do something so amazing for even just one person like John... that really makes it worth it to me.

It’s also kind of nice to have a friend to get... pregnant with I suppose. I wish I could ask a real girl about this stuff, specifically Mira. She’s not here at the barn anywhere though. Twilight Sparkle assures me that nopony has been found... dead, but she’s as frustrated as I am.

“There are over a dozen still unaccounted for,” Twilight tells me gently, “I have access to your military’s internal records, so I know they don’t know where they are. Maybe she... got away?”

I’m somewhat less worried for Mira because if the military doesn’t have her, then she’s not in one of those rooms. But that means I have no real girl to talk to about pregnancy. My pregnancy is... fine, I suppose. I haven’t been feeling morning sickness, though John and I both wake up one day with a flushed face, and a pretty big headache. And then John says something interesting about Twilight.

“Well, I’m sorry you don’t know where your sister is,” John says thoughtfully, “But Twilight Sparkle’s a real girl too. I bet she knows all about pony biology too!”

“You’re right!” I declare to her, then we both wince. “...you’re right,” I tell her more quietly, “Let’s go ask her if this is... normal.”

John and I find Twilight sitting on her belly in the back of the barn, messing with some floating purple... magic thing.

“Twilight, can we... ask you something?” I ask the purple mare hopefully.

“Sure, Meadowsweet, what can I help you with?” Twilight asks, looking away from the floaty magic ...thing she’s working on.

“It’s just John and I have been... something’s been... happening to us,” I tell her, while John shamefully looks away.

“What do you mean?” Twilight asks with worry, folding one foreleg over the other as she looks our way, “Sunset’s spell isn’t transforming you any further, is it?”

“No, no it’s just...” I also cross one hind leg over the other, blushing shyly saying, “We’ve been... doing... female things.”

“Well yes, you are female,” Twilight replies, lifting an eyebrow.

“We weren’t always, though!” I say, “There’s just things me and... John aren’t... sure how to deal with.”

“Things, like what?” Twilight asks cluelessly.

“Like... foals,” I manage to admit, blushing to silence.

“Ohh,” Twilight says, her eyes widening in understanding as she stands in place, putting a hoof on my shoulder, “That’s right,” she says putting a reassuring hoof to my shoulder, “You aren’t used to feeling about foals that way. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly natural. Every mare feels a sort of maternal instinct to care for them. Just remind yourself that they’re really adults, transformed by Sunset’s magic. It’s perfectly harmless if...” taking her hoof back, Twilight covers a giggle as she shyly admits, “They make you feel like... becoming a mother yourself, seeing them running around like that”

“They’re—they’re cute, I suppose?” I say in confusion, “I wasn’t talking about them. I was talking about... becoming a mother.”

“Oh, you’ve been having... feelings for somestallion?” Twilight asks, eyes widening in surprise, “Even though neither of you were born female?”

“More than feelings,” John grumbles.

“We just wanna know how to deal with... being mothers,” I say uneasily, “Since we have to... be mothers now.”

“Don’t worry, Meadowsweet,” Twilight tells me warmly, “It’s not like any stallion has asked for your hoof in marriage, right?”

Blinking, I say, “O-okay? But what if we weren’t uhm... married?”

A bright laugh escapes Twilight Sparkle, and then she struts past the two of saying in amusement, “Don’t you two know how foals are made?”

“We’re pretty familiar,” John remarks with a roll of her eyes.

“Obviously not, if you didn’t know about marriage,” Twilight says smugly, “Believe it or not I have studied the matter before, and the books clearly state that when a mare and stallion love each other very much, then they make a promise to be together, forever! It’s called marriage, and it’s wonderful. As a wife, you’ll begin feeling new special feelings, telling you to perform a...”

Twilight’s starry eyed blush turns into a nervous titter, as she says, “A sort of... special hug. It might seem strange to you now, but husbands and wives start feeling mysterious urges to do that, and when you do, then deep within you, a beautiful foal will appear!

“It’s called pregancy,” Twilight says smartly, “Your belly will grow with the foal in it, day by day, until one day, you become a mother!”

John and I are kind of speechless, so Twilight smiles our way saying, “You two aren’t even married, so you don’t need to be worried about motherhood. Just don’t marry a stallion until you’ve become human again, and you’ll be fine!”

“Well if... somepony had... done that special hug, without being married, and were... pregnant with somepony’s foal,” John says very nervously, “What would... happen?”

“Why would anypony do that?” Twilight asks, looking at John in horror, “No stallion would be that evil! What would happen to the poor foal? I–I–I can’t believe you’d even suggest that!”

“I–I don’t know,” John says, sinking miserably, looking away, “I don’t know...”

“If there were some stallion evil enough to do that to a mare without being married, that’s just... awful,” Twilight says digusted, “If you ever see anypony like that, I want you to come straight to me. I’ll make sure he never does that to anypony ever again.”

“H-how?” John squeaks.

“I don’t know, I never thought of something so awful before,” Twilight says, staring forward, “If there was such a monster, maybe the Elements of Harmony could... but they’re not here. All I know is I’d want to make him regret ever touching some poor mare. I’d tell everyone, hold him guilty for trial and then... there has to be a way to make a monster like that just disappear forever.”

Uh...

“N-no problem we’re just fine!” John says with a desperate smile, “No stallions doing that o-or anything.”

“Well of course not,” Twilight said with a roll of her eyes, “The books clearly state that a mare will feel the urge to foal after she is married. Now, what has been happening to you two, lately?”

“Headache!” I yelp tensely, “J-just been feeling a little uhh under the weather lately, no big deal just a little head b-belly...”

...foal.

Twilight feel at my forehead with her hoof, but her look of worry turns to a smile as she says, “You two probably just have an Equestrian cold. It’s nothing to be worried about. I must have brought it with me when I came from Equestria. Yes, that makes sense.”

“So we can get Equestrian diseases,” I say uneasily.

Nodding, Twilight explains, “Sunset Shimmer is obsessed with the idea that ponies are somehow superior to all other creatures. She’s been conducting illegal and cruel experiments for years, changing creatures into ponies. No doubt when she escaped to your world, she saw a golden opportunity.” With a worried frown, Twilight adds, “I don’t know exactly what she did to you, but I know how she thinks. I’ve been investigating her for a long time, you see, and Sunset... thinks she’s giving you a gift. She doesn’t realize of precious your humanity is. She feels like she’s saving the world by changing every talking creature into a pony.”

With a sympathetic smile, Twilight says, “She’d do everything in her power to transform you into a pony through and through, just like me and her. That was what once proved her downfall in fact, when ponies—creatures she transformed into ponies turned against her. I strongly believe that if she turned you into a pony, you would be just as much of a pony as I am.” Twilight’s smile turns to a wince, as she concludes, “Eeeeven if that means you might be vulnerable to a few Equestrian viruses.”

“Oh, wow,” I say, lifting a hoof and looking down at it. I’m a real pony? I mean not really but... if I was born a pony, I’d be just like this?

“Sorry we... bothered you,” John says with an uneasy hoof lift.

“Don’t worry, John,” Twilight assures her, “You two are really male on the inside, so you won’t feel any urges to marry a stallion. If any stallion ever tries to force you, what you need to do is kick him as hard as you can right between his legs. That’s a notorious weak point in stallions. Then you come running to me, and I promise, we’ll make him pay.”

With my own hind legs squeezing together in pained sympathy, I say, “Y-yeah, nopony out there like that.”

“We—we just have a headache,” John says, her own tail pressed right down on her hindquarters.

“Alright, but let me know if it gets any worse,” Twilight says worriedly, feeling at my forehead, “Try to stay hydrated, and just... bear with it. These things usually clear up in a week or two.”

“Will do,” I add glumly.

“Don’t worry, Meadowsweet,” Twilight assures me, “We’re all friends here, and no friend is going to force anypony to bear foals. Your virtue is safe and sound!”

“Yeah, it’s... great...” John says with very little enthusiasm.

“What’s great is how you’re getting so comfortable with your pony forms. I see that you’ve been getting lots of exercise, for instance!” Twilight says with a smile.

“E-exercise?” John squeaks, as we remember just what that exercise was.

“Oh, don’t think I can’t tell,” Twilight rolls her eyes, “Ponies who have exercised together and become very tired have a very distinctive smell I’ve found. Surely you noticed, too? Many smells are important social cues for ponies like us. You both smell like every other pony who’s content from a good, hard workout.”

“A-any specific kind of workout?” I ask, with a leery hoof to my chest.

“I dunno, kicking perhaps?” she suggests with calm, unsuspecting purple gems for eyes, “My friend Rarity smells like that after she’s been dancing privately with a romantic stallion. Whenever Pinkie Pie smells like this, she always tells me she’s been wrestling, which is a bit of an odd hobby, but if she and Fluttershy like that sort of thing, it’s really not for me to judge.”

Twilight pats me on the head, which is a little awkward since we’re basically the same height, saying, “It’s okay if you wanted to dance together, or practice your kicking, or even try to beat each other at wrestling if you like that. I’ve been so worried that you’ll be traumatized by your unfortunate transformation into a pony, it’s just such a relief to know you’ve been having fun. But er...”

She winks knowingly, saying, “Ponies are gonna be able to tell a lot about you from how you smell. We don’t keep secrets from each other the way humans do, so don’t be surprised if you become better friends from what you learn about each other through smell.”

“Right...” I say, staring at her in disbelief, “Ponies don’t keep secrets... and all Rarity does is dance with those stallions.”

“Yup,” Twilight says with a cheerful smile, bowing aside to pass along by us. “Well, I need to go check on the provisioners,” Twilight states apologetically, “If you need to tell me anything, you’re free to do so. I want your stay as a my little pony to be as pleasant as possible!”

In retrospect I should have known that extramarital sex would upset Twilight terribly. No pony in the show ever had a single parent, or divorced parents. Every couple with children were happily married, even Shining Armor and Princess Cadence, the rulers of the Crystal Empire. I guess I didn’t realize how being sheltered like that could make you see the slightest little thing as a horrifying crime.

Not that Nick is the slightest little thing, when he’s cumming inside me. But... our forbidden union will have to stay a secret if we’re going to Equestria. I hope nopony finds out how twisted we are, because John was so shaken up over it, and how did we deal with that? Not by any sensible method, that’s for sure! The first thing we did was go find Nick, and we didn’t stop until John was rearing up and crying out his name, and Nick’s semen was dripping out of her snatch as fast as he could ejaculate up inside her.

I wish I could find John a nice stallion, so she could get married the right way in Equestria, and not have to... worry. Me and her can conceal our pregnancies for now, but once we start showing, it’s... not going to be pretty. But there are so few stallions in our group, and it seems like every one of them is hanging out with a ton of mares! Especially the ones who used to be girls.

It sucks how I keep wanting to touch myself all the time. I’ve never looked at a penis and just wanted it before, like to the point I wanna roll on the ground and jam my hoof into myself, then want a penis to slide in there, even more. It feels good, so no problem, right? But when I’m sounding like a girl, and presenting my ass like a girl, and fucking like a girl, and dreaming of boys like a girl...

Twilight is right. I should still be attracted to girls. And honestly, sometimes when I touch myself, I think of John with Nick and her expression of bliss as she shamelessly arches back is just sexy as hell. I look at Twilight sometimes, and I wish I could cum inside her, like I did when she was Sunset Shimmer, but I don’t have a penis.

I just feel like I want to be whatever my body is. I want to be whatever other people like. But as for what I like? I just like... being with people, and... getting cummed inside is nice, but when I was a guy I could... orgasm. Supposedly girls can orgasm, but it’s just not obvious how. I don’t have a penis to cum with, or stroke to climax, so... what am I supposed to do with just a hoof?

As time goes by, I almost wish for the false Twilight that Sunset Shimmer may have beguiled me with. She was so... expressive. It didn’t feel like she was out of control, but it was just nice how she could relax around me, and I could relax around her. This Twilight is more mature, yet more sheltered. And I have a terrible secret to keep from her, a secret that’s growing in my belly every time we speak. And it is adorable how embarassed she gets at the slightest amount of lewdness, but if you keep pushing her, she starts to get angry, and it just feels... wrong to do that to her.

I mean obviously, she’s coming from a kingdom like Equestria, suddenly being exposed to human society is going to give her some serious culture shock. But I just wish she could open up to us more, and not worry about what’s proper, or what Princess Celestia would think of her behavior. I guess it’s just part of who Twilight is as a pony, but it feels like there’s something more to her besides just being polite and friendly.

What it is, I don’t know.

I’m just glad that Twilight Sparkle is real after all. We’re all ponies here, but she’s something special. She can use her magic to levitate whole bales of hay, and she can do so much with it. She’s tirelessly teaching others to use their magic, and I know Nick gets a little better at making his horn light up in the bright green of his real magic. John and I... deal with our pregnancy, as uncomfortable as it is becoming. After that talk with Twilight, I end up with uncomfortable cramping all the next day, making it hard to walk from my insides twisting up and... getting more pregnant I suppose.

The next day, I’m absolutely ravenous for some of that soup. My headache goes away, the cramps stop cramping up, and I actually feel pretty good. Me and John both have finally adjusted to being pregnant, and I am up and raring to go. Not that I’m an incredible example of physical prowess.

There are two reasons my physical strength would be flagging behind the others. Now that I’m pregnant, first off, my energy level’s going to be lower since my body has to devote so much to that all important growing pony within my pelvis. But secondly, I spent a whole month er... indisposed, so all the other ponies who haven’t been ponies as long as I have, they’ve had some time to catch up.

Twilight has me spend my time on mostly... I guess a sort of meditation? Twilight doesn’t really explain it, or as she says, she can’t explain it, but it’s important for an earth pony to go into any tense situation relaxed, and closing your eyes and stilling to calm your mind does that. Well, it feels nice at any rate. Feels like I’m... grounded, go figure. Connected with everything around me, the earth, the wind, the trees, the other ponies... it’s all sensation coming into my body, and that sensation is a sort of connection, if that makes any sense?

Honestly I think Twilight’s just finding something for us earth ponies to do. But I don’t really mind being the useless one, when the others can be so wonderful and powerful. Twilight has been able to help the pegasi and the bat ponies, despite having no wings. She’s just an ordinary unicorn as if season 3 never happened, but she has studied flight, and she knows the exercises and ways to move, that the pegasi can do. Maybe there isn’t much training for whatever earth ponies are good for, but that frees up a lot of my time, so I can go watch John learning to fly.

Over the past weeks, Twilight’s been having them jumping, and spreading their wings. She’s been having them pull at each other’s wings, which she says gives them a feeling for the new limbs they have. And one by one they begin to fly. Eventually it’s John’s turn. That day, as always, Twilight tells them to jump, and they jump, then John just flaps her wings mid-jump, and it makes her go higher. Then she flaps again and again, sounding surprised when she twists there in the air, going, “W-woah!”

“Just like the others. Fold your wings!” Twilight calls out to John. She complies and thumps back to the ground. She’s not the first winged pony who surprised themselves into flight. But from the smile on her face, as she beams at me from the crowd, I think I know who’s getting Nick tonight.

“No! Not John... not John...”

Yes, John. She keeps gasping that as our boyfriend absolutely rails her though. Nick passionately humps his penis into her clutching birth canal, while I... feel like I want to be part of that. But I can’t be jealous now: this is a celebration of John’s accomplishment. Even if she’s having a hard time with being called John.

“What do I call you then?” Nick says, shuddering as he pushes deep, “What do I—call—cum! Gonna—”

“Unhh,” John responds blissfully, slightly rocking her own hips with every pump of his semen inside her, “Call me mommy...”

Unfortunately, we can’t call her that in public. But she does occasionally come up giggling to sit with me, whispering into my ear, “Hey, mommy.”

“Hey mommy,” I reply fondly to the green mare, and she giggles and wiggles her hind legs in delight. I... I wanna fuck her. She’s so cute, and I just want to get right up to that entrance into her green, furry, pregnant belly and... wish that I still had a penis. I guess.

I’m lucky Sunset Shimmer changed my name. It’s so awkward to call a mare Bruce, or a stallion, Gladys. Everyone didn’t just switch sexes, fortunately. That’d be a special kind of spiteful I think, if everyone who changed into a pony ended up as the opposite sex. The reality is more like three quarters of the guys became mares, a quarter of the girls became stallions, and everyone else stayed the same sex.

But... y’know... nobody remembers the statistics. Everyone remembers the hunk of a stallion named Gladys, who’s so nervous about showing off his package, because... well yeah.

It’s really impressive what some of these ponies can achieve. We can jump no less than six feet straight up, which is freaking huge. That’s like twice my height! Pegasi and bat ponies both quickly outshine us though. I have to stare in absolute amazement at one point at a flock of the bat ponies and pegasi among us, just hanging out together... in the air. Anything from hovering to soaring seems to be in their capability, and I don’t really understand how wing beats come into it, but none of them are doing anything besides just flapping them. Twilight’s been so good at teaching them, that the sky’s the limit!

Well, actually they’re not supposed to fly too high, in case the government picks them up on radar. But a lot higher than the 6 feet I can jump. Well, unless you count getting startled up onto a rafter 12 feet overhead by rebounding off the wall. That is something that just sort of happened to me, but it’s not quite as effortless as winged flight. Nor as reproducible, for that matter. I swear the spider was like the size of a baseball, though! I can, however, climb most any walls with ease. It’d have to be a... really high wall, to keep a determined earth pony behind it.

Twilight personally gives me a crash course in magic hoofsies, which is just amazing. “Hey Meadowsweet! Catch,” she says at one point, throwing a golf ball at me. When I catch it, she yelps out, “Okay! Now wait, hold it, just try to think about what your forehoof is doing right now.”

I don’t want to say I have... vacuum hooves, but when I look at that little ball, and feel it... I feel myself pulling the ball into my own hoof, I can’t really understand what’s going on, but it’s a little stronger than just the force of sheer belief.

That’s really the key to climbing walls. With a running start you can actually latch onto the wall itself to pull you up higher. It’s not exactly walking vertically, but if I can keep my upward momentum going... I don’t know what my limits would be. I’m sensibly afraid to try climbing the outside of the barn to stand on the roof. If I had wings, sure. But as-is, I’ll stick to jumping fences, and climbing trees.

Oh, climbing trees is a lot of fun. Getting back down isn’t though, as I discover for about a half hour one afternoon, until somepony comes along and hears me calling for help.

One evening towards the end of the month, Twilight gathers a bunch of ponies, including me and Nick.

“Alright, now,” Twilight says carefully, “We may have a bit of a crisis on our hooves, but I have found some of the missing ponies. Our contact with the police has reported a... situation. Three ponies who escaped from the convention center have been spotted hiding in the house of a friend.”

Twilight paces before us in soft clops on the dirty wood floor, saying, “The authorities are still trying to decide what to do, but... it’s more along the lines of deciding whether to capture them, or... something more permanent than capture. Sunset’s attempt to ruin your lives has thankfully not spread to other humans outside the initial exposure, but I meant it when I said I would get everypony to safety.”

Facing us with as grim an expression as her cute pony face can adopt, Twilight says, “We need to gather a group, and extract these ponies before the authorities make their move, and unfortunately the exact timetable is outside of our awareness. I-it might not be entirely safe. We need to be prepared for a run-in with the police, so that we can settle things in a clean, nonviolent manner if it occurs. We’ll probably get the ponies out, long before any cops show up, but I don’t know what kind of surveillance they have on the residence.”

Twilight looks between me and Nick, saying, “What we’re going to do is get in, and get out. We’ll need the help of Nick and Meadowsweet here especially for that, because...” she smiles hopefully, “One of the ponies spotted has been a golden furred bat pony, with a mane and tail of orchid pink and greenish cerulean. You two may have said something about a...”

“Mira!” I declare in shock, “That’s what she changed into, is an orange batpony with a pink and—”

“Yes, so that’s why we need your help,” Twilight replies hastily, “If Mira recognizes you, it should help us get them to relative safety as quickly as possible.”

Nick and I aren’t the... first choices for people to do that sort of thing, but we get some help from the people who are working on that stuff. For my part, I’m pretty much healthy again, and eating like a—well, a horse. Hay isn’t as bad as you’d think. It definitely isn’t very filling compared to prepared food, but between that and the soup and the occasional cookie, I’m plumping up nicely.

Nick’s got his magic working well enough, and that alone makes him pretty close to ideal for a rescue mission. “Ideal” is kind of the wrong word, when it comes to our group. The bar is so low because we’re all completely clueless at being ponies. None of us are truly prepared for highly skilled, specialized things like rescue missions. But that’s what we have to work with.

There’s very little rhyme or reason to the people who became ponies, outside of they were all at a My Little Pony convention for one reason or another. Some have search and rescue experience, others... have cooking experience, and not much else. Some were in security or other sort of fighty stuff, and a few were awarded soldiers. One actually is a soldier, just attending the convention on leave. But most of us are just... ponies, so it only takes a little pizazz for Nick to stand above the crowd.

It was actually not Twilight, but a pink and white bat pony going by the name of Curlique, who found this farm. She escaped the compound during the night thanks to... well, wings, and sought the help of someone in a nearby town. They knew a human who knew a human, who led everyone to this relatively remote location. Or so the story goes. I probably should be hanging around the actual humans more. I know one of their names is Dave, at least. I don’t really know them though, and there aren’t very many of them... and I’m just so excited about all things pony that I have to learn.

Now, three ponies including Mira are holed up in a house somewhere, sitting ducks for Sunset Shimmer or the cops to descend upon them. They need our help, and we’re not the help they need. Twilight helps us prepare though. She helps me with magic hoofsies, and shows Nick a rather kickass stunning spell (or nerve damper as Twilight puts it). Other ponies learn other things too, and the next evening, a bunch of us crowd into the van, and one of the humans (the one who owns the farm) drives us off.

Our van is unmarked, painted a plain blue this time, thanks to Twilight’s color changing spell. The license plates are completely blank, but Twilight casts an illusion over them that makes it look like they have normal license plate numbers. Anyone who sees it won’t be alarmed, but any cameras that take a picture of it... okay I really don’t know how illusions work, but apparently cameras photograph the illusion, but when the illusion fades... it does in the photos too. I don’t know all the details about how we’re concealing ourselves, but some of this stuff is pretty freaking amazing.

We again travel for hours down the road, singing to help pass the time. It’s... strange how easy it is to sing along with a song. It just comes naturally to me now. Someone starts singing a song about never giving up, and I just... sing what needs to be sung. Harmony is strong in the back of our van, and we collapse into giddy laughter more than once, because it just feels so good to work together like this. Being a pony is turning out to be kind of... scarily awesome.

Author's Note

I’d write about what they sung, but using copyrighted song lyrics is forbidden, on a website where people publish stories infringing on Hasbro’s trademarks.

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I GET KNOCKED—