Author's Note

Horses doing horse things!

Beating Around the Bush

So I’m... probably pregnant. Certainly. Absolutely. I don’t know. And there is a chance that I’m not, so I’m certainly not angry at Nick for... whatever you call it. The rhythm method, I think? I can’t imagine he’s not tempted to cum inside me, because I know I find myself wishing for just a nice satisfying spurt before he pulls out. I wish he’d wait just a little bit too long and then bam, cum inside as he’s pulling out. Not that I want to get pregnant for real, just... when he’s mounted on top of me, and I’m all hugged around his sliding phallus, it’d just be so satisfying to feel it ejaculate in there.

I actually find myself masturbating about that. Just imagining myself standing there firmly while he holds it deep, me tight against him. I’d give a blissful “nnhh!” as I felt the seed just blast against me in there. One, two, three good squirts. Then he’d pull out of me all apologetic, and I’d stand there trying not to smile, feeling like I got away with highway robbery, even though I’m the one getting robbed. Heavy with the thick seed inside me, I’d becoming pregnant with his foal right before his eyes. I’d just be this contented, pregnant mare.

When I’m not horny, I’m super glad not to have a foal to worry about, but... the next time Nick’s inside me, I can’t help but wish to feel a few good spurts in there, and I can’t imagine he doesn’t feel the same way.

Well, if he’d stop having too much of a headache to fuck me, that is.

That’s getting to be a real problem actually. I don’t know how things could ever settle down, after Mira, my sister and my... friend decided to light a campfire by spitting on it. Yet settle down, they do. A month after Twilight left us, our little refuge out here is still going. We’re eating grass, fruit, some skinny zucchinis, dark green leafy chard, and... honestly it’s not so bad!

I must’ve needed to adjust or something, because these extra vegetables are really hearty, and I stopped having... bathroom problems somewhere along the line. I’m still pretty hungry, and I guess... skinnier than I’d like to be, but you can’t see my ribs anymore. I wish I could say the same for every pony, but one thing that’s getting more and more worrying is that some of us are getting sick.

Not sick like, sneezing, but sort of listless and dizzy, and... I dunno, shouty. I haven’t gotten Nick to make a joke in like, forever, and it’s understandable if he’s upset at what Twilight did, but this is Nick we’re talking about. He’s supposed to be mister sarcastic! He’s not supposed to blow up at me just because I say it’s nice outside, and complain that the sun’s too bright, and his headache won’t go away.

He’s not the only one either. Most of the unicorns, many of the pegasi and bat ponies, and... not many of the earth ponies. As the only biologist among us, Brian helped so much with the pregnancy advice, but on this matter, she’s left at a loss.

“It’s gotta be something in our diet,” she says, grazing next to me, a tad more listless than usual. She’s one of the unlucky pegasi. “Salt or... some sort of deficiency. We’ve got enough vitamins and minerals though, and the uh... salt lick those ponies flew over is taking care of salt, technically. Some of us just aren’t... metabolizing calories very well. That’s my best... guess.”

She goes for some more grass, and I finish my mouthful, saying, “I can’t imagine what it could be. We all had to change our diet the same, but not everyone’s getting sick. I feel um... f-fine,” I lift a hoof a little guiltily at her sideways glance. “I have to eat a lot, for... those calories and all, but I’m really starting to get used to it.”

Well, she’s finishing her mouthful, and I have no idea what I’m talking about, so I might as well go nibble up some more myself. The shining spring sun overhead warms my back and... butt, as its solar power draws forth these green blades of grass from the soil. Convenient for us, I guess. We’d probably all be starving if Twilight abandoned us during the winter.

“We were fine until Twilight left, and destroyed humanity,” Brian sighs hopelessly, “Then we couldn’t get any more soup or bread or... fruit that isn’t some kind of a weird berry/apple hybrid. Maybe some people are allergic to those... bush fruits. But nobody’s swelling up, just...”

She trails off, sighing again, and going for more grass. I wish I could help her, and I almost wish that I was one of the ponies who wasn’t feeling good. But instead I get to be healthy as a horse, so to speak, while my friends stand there slowly wasting away. Brian’s still doing... okay, but Nick’s getting to be a serious problem for me.

The real problem here isn’t so much that Nick isn’t feeling well, but that I’m dealing with it... poorly. Oh I’m not freaking out or anything, though I worry for him terribly. The problem is he kind of... stopped... fucking me, on a regular basis. Him and John, now Spearmint, are really getting into each other, and Nick’s just not up to it often enough to do both her and me. And I think a... third mare. Also Mira.

You know, maybe this isn’t entirely my fault!

Nevertheless, one day I’m kind of hanging around, standing there feeling all melty and tingly achy and everything. You wouldn’t think girls just got horny for no reason, but here we are. Maybe ponies are different? I’m considering masturbating, but wanting something more than masturbation, when I notice a mare and a stallion going off together nickering at each other. The same sounds that came out of me, when Nick was about to... do me. And I wonder if they’re gonna do it, and if I could at least... you know... see something. So I sort of follow after them.

I’m not a pervert, I swear. I’ve just been getting so horny, and I don’t have anything to do with my ass. I just want something even if it isn’t exactly... normal. I don’t even mean to sneak up on them. I just skulk through the bushes after them far away from the farm, to find them in a clear area beneath a stand of pine trees, kissing and whispering to each other. The stallion has a brick red mane, almost brown, with chocolatey brown fur that I didn’t think ponies in the show could have. His mare’s a lot more colorful, something that seems consistent between males and females, I guess. I’m not sure what I mean by “colorful” but her red hair is more vibrant than his red hair, and contrasts more with the mint green of her fur, as opposed to his red and... brown.

I peer from around behind a tree, not sure if I should say something, when she just turns, and flags him. Her tail goes up, and... and I can’t see much of her pinkly winking marehood, because he dives in right away. Just sticks his nose right between the mare’s legs. Then the mare’s soft green fur reveals itself to be more than fur, when smooth, curved bat wings half spread in shock at the touch of the stallion back there.

It’s so subtle what happens to this mare. After the inital gasp, she lets her wings gently fold, while the stallion is just... down under her tail doing things. She looks back, as if to check that her own ass is being licked, then faces forward and relaxes. When she faces forward, I can’t really see her face from this angle, but I can hear her breathy gasps getting more ragged as the pleasure takes hold of her.

At her indulgent moan, I just have to slide my foreleg between my legs and touch myself. Bracing a forehoof against the tree I’m hiding behind, I slide my other down my belly, until I feel my soft petals part as they strike its frog. I should tell them I’m here, but he’s... he’s licking her right in the place that I want to be licked! My hoof feels nice and soft as I rub myself, and a familiar pleasant warmth builds up in my belly. Even though own nethers wish Nick was doing that to me, even if he didn’t even mount me, even if...

I... I wink against my hoof. It just happens to me. I start sliding against my own foreleg, as its fur gets slicked down with my own hot juices. I wanna... wanna be as juicy as possible for him. Make him go inside me, and put his tongue inside me, and cum inside me, and whatever else, as long as it happens deep in there, where my hoof can’t reach.

I am of course thinking about Nick, as I should be, and not about this stallion I’m watching, whose chocolatey brown balls are soon joined by a slightly mottled penis that grows down between his hind legs. No, if that penis went inside me, that would be terrible, and not at all what I’m fantasizing about. Watching him spread his legs slightly, I can see that penis stiffen and thicken, until it lifts up and slaps against his belly, and I can’t see it anymore.

I can see his balls though. God, ponies are just out on display. I’m out on display. Any stallion who saw me now would see my tail hiked up, and the soft part of my hoof pressed into my tingling nethers, spreading those lips, inviting him in. H-his balls that would pump their semen into me, and impregnate me. I’d h-have a foal growing inside, the way that Nick never could—!

I freeze then, when she anxiously cries out, “Okay, okay! I’m ready to...!” He stops licking her, and backs up a few paces, and shortly, I see why. The panting mare looks back at him again, her face warm with blush, her eyes half-lidded, tail pushed aside. Her heavy breathing slows as a look of concentration, or passion crosses her face. Then beneath her raised tail, p-pee starts to trickle from her labia.

I don’t know what I’m feeling, when a strong burst of urine leaves her rear end, cascading down like a gross waterfall, or the spray from a hose. She saunters in front of the stallion and does it again, looking back at him so needily and intensely. She just keeps... peeing in front of him. Just seeing him there seeing her, it’s incredible in a way I can’t understand. I hump my horny pelvis against my hoof, imagining that I was the one doing that for him. I’ve never wanted to pee so bad in my life.

Then he even... he even smells it. That must smell terrible! What is he doing, and why is it so hot? He doesn’t even hesitate after that. With a stream of her urine trickling to a halt, he mounts up behind her, and she faces forward again, cooing, “That’s it... put your penis inside me...”

Then he... jams his hips forward, and she doesn’t even try to cover up her moan. I mean, we’re a ways away from the barn, so nobody would probably hear, but I hear. And his hips begin rhythmically rocking aganst her hips. That’s all they do then, just breed like animals, not even talking, just panting, and snorting as he fills her with dick, like I could be filled until I orgasmed—!

In the sun dappled understory beneath these pine trees, two ponies steadily, fixedly rock together. Breathing as one, bodies joined, they prepare to make a baby pony. And I ruin everything by orgasming. I don’t even think about it until it’s too late. All I can think about is stroking myself to fulfillment, pushing against that buttonlike spot at the front of my passage that’s like an electric shock of pleasure, while winking against my own hoof, that spot pushes back. I choke back a whimper, and want that for myself.

She’s just snorting and pushing back, staring forward and rocking there, just this delicate looking red haired, green furred batpony, mounted by a chocolatey brown stallion with red hair. With her fluids dripping, and their hot pistoning, I can smell them from here. She moans, “Ohhh yess...” as her stallion shoves himself inside and... and he’s going to cum inside her. I want him.

He holds it inside, and hunches over her to bite her neck then, hanging hungrily onto the panting mare, pressing her down, and the only indication that he’s started from this distance is the mare’s satisfied, “Nnh!” I do notice she subtly arches back, but I can’t see his penis pulsing or anything. I can only hear her saying, “Ohh Sue you’re... really filling me this time...”

Sue. His name’s Sue. He must be one of the girls who transformed. Why would a girl... ohh yes, he pulls out of her and he’s just flared huge. That’s what I want in me. His cum’s gonna be pouring from her cunt, as she stays there, tail raised, and he g-goes in with his tongue again. Oh my god. It’s not fair. I think she’s gonna orgasm!

I want to just run away and cry, but I have to see. I have to see if she does it. Her grateful panting, and whinnying grows more and more urgent, until she cries out, “Yes! Oh! T-there! Oh god...!” Her eyes grow distant, her tongue hanging out as she pants, open-mouthed. Then a jet of flame erupts from her mouth as her whole body shakes, the mare just staring off, going, “Uhn unh unh...” as it happens to her. I-it’s okay if I can’t do that. Maybe I could get Nick to use his tongue more... Nick won’t even talk to me anymore.

I want to see her beautiful orgasm finish, as her stallion walks alongside the unresponsive mare, nuzzling at her mane. But I can’t... stop crying, so I retreat as quietly as I can, and go running out of the woods to just... it’s not fair! I collapse against an old fence, trying not to cry at something I shouldn’t want. It’s not a very successful attempt.

I think about trying to... get Nick to do me again, but he’s just flat-eared arguing with Mira, when I see him, and I really don’t want him to snap at me. So I end up having to try to masturbate with my hoof between my legs, feeling nothing less than purringly pleasant until I drift off to slumber there in the barn.

Of course I have to follow those two again. Of course I have to keep torturing myself like that. I know where their hiding spot is now. I watch when they head that way together, so I can gallop ahead taking a circituous route, and get there before them. Ensconcing myself in a bush, utterly silent and undetectable with a hopefully good vantage point from here. I’m so fucked up, but my pelvis just... wants to be here, all on its own.

The two arrive, talking in quiet tones like, “I want you already,” and “I’m gonna pee again,” and um... stuff. Oh the way she winks when his tongue presses into her labia, is so beautiful, the experience shuddering through her whole body. John doesn’t have a penis. Maybe she can do that to me. M-maybe I can do that to her. Is he pushing his tongue inside her? She’s just parting around him!

Luckily I’m upwind, so when the mare dances off, lifts up her tail and starts squirting urine out of her soft entrance, I don’t have to smell it. I guess they’re just... into that. I wonder if Nick would let me do that. N-not that I’m into it or anything. Wow... her soft, round ass is just begging to be penetrated. He doesn’t even hesitate to take in her scent. His erection slides out and stiffens, pulsing with his heartbeat.

“I–I want it!” the mare says quivering eagerly, “Oh I... I wanna be a girl! Sue hurry I need to be penetrated!”

Sue doesn’t charge forward and start humping her straight away anymore. The mare actually uses one of her wings, to start spreading herself open, revealing the pink, moist flesh behind her fuzzy green fur, murmuring, “Please...” but the stallion just stands up straight, looks around and says loudly,

“You might as well come out. I know you’re hiding somewhere.”

The mare’s tail goes straight down, covering her beautiful slickness in bright red locks of hair, looking around, declaring, “Oh no. She’s back?!”

I want to die.

The stallion’s casting about, looking for the horrible person spying on them in secret. I’m well hidden within this bush, but the mare flutters around him, then looks right at me, and says, “H-her scent’s coming from over there!”

I am so wet from rubbing and watching, I probably stink up to the high heavens. Oh god how could I let this happen. How could I be such a monster? What do I do?!

I suppose there are worse things to do than cower there, not trying to run away, and sob at them, “Don’t look at me!” when the hovering mare pulls aside the bushes to reveal me, curled there in the fetal position, trying to hide my face, hating myself for everything I’ve ever done. The last thing I expect is for the mare to descend into the bushes and hug me. W-what?!

“It’s okay. I’m not mad,” the red and green angel from above says, pressing against me so warmly.

“Well I am!” the male shouts from right outside the bushes next to me.

“Shut it, Sue!” the mare shouts back like an angry chipmunk, lifting her head up from where I’m not sure of anything anymore. “Can’t you see she’s having a really hard time?”

Sue shuts it at that. And this impossible mare tells me quietly still just sitting on me. “We... caught your scent the last time,” she says, “We only did, I mean. How long have you been... watching?”

“Th-that was my first time,” I whimper, afraid to look at her, “I swear I didn’t mean to... I just wanted to—”

“It’s alright,” she says, laying her head against mine, “You don’t have to come out if you don’t want. But you don’t have to hide from us either, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer, spreading her canvaslike wings and pushing strongly down on me to propel herself into the air. “I guess we were really putting on a good show,” the mare says with a nervous laugh beside the still irritated stallion.

“We don’t need any creeps hiding there, watching us, Mike,” the brown earth pony stallion named Sue says unsympathetically.

“I... I’m sorry!” I say guiltily, stepping hastily out of the bushes, and just... walking up to them. “I am so sorry. I won’t ever do anything like this again I—”

“Wait, you’re Meadowsweet,” the red and green batpony mare says, giving me an intrigued look, “The first pony?”

“Second pony, if you count Twilight Sparkle,” I grumble, staring at the ground before them.

“Weren’t you with that unicorn, Nick?” Sue asked, “You two were the first... couple, right?”

“Only because we had a head start,” I reply unhappily, “And because I’m a... a pervert.”

“Why aren’t you with him right now, then?” the red and green batpony mare named Mike asks, with what sounds like genuine concern, “You clearly need it.”

“We’ve been having... problems lately,” I say uneasily, “Just ‘cause I’m a girl, and there are... certain things I can’t do.”

“Like what?” she asks.

Meeting her eyes, I find Mike’s slitted pupils surrounded by a warm brown iris. “Like... orgasm, y’know,” I tell her uneasily, “I’m just one of those girls who can’t orgasm, I guess. And Nick can’t finish in me, since he doesn’t want to make me pregnant. So why should he even do it anymore? There’s no point!”

I look away again.

Silence, then Mike says angrily, “You were just... spying on us. How would you feel if we told Nick that?”

I snap up to look at her glowering at me, and even Sue looks at her saying, “Woah, Mike.”

“I won’t tell,” Mike says contrarily, “But you realize this means you can do anything you want to her, Sue, and she can’t tell either.”

Uh oh.

“W-woah,” Sue says, giving me a different look.

Pulling Sue away with a wing, Mike leans up to whisper into his ear, “... needed ... want ...”

Backing up from him, Mike says, “Please, just... be a male, for once?”

“I... alright,” Sue says, looking shaken but sure.

Striding over to me, Mike says curtly, “Lift your tail, or we’ll tell Nick,” I do because... I’m trapped! They’ve got me no matter what. I want to beg him to penetrate me, but why do I even deserve to ask?

I whimper, turning and lifting my tail in shame. I just want to show them how badly I want it in me. Sue heads forward and I’m afraid to look back. What if his penis is too big? He’s huge, so his penis is going to be as bad as a human one! Oh god I’d even do a human at this point. I wait for him to mount me, but instead, a strange, hot, wet, fleshy thing presses up against me there, teasing into my needy labia. With a surprised squeal, I leap forward, looking back at Sue with wide eyes.

Sue looks forward at me with wide eyes.

“Y-you just licked me!” I protest frantically.

“You got a problem with licking?” Mike asks skeptically.

“Well it—it’s weird!” I whine, tail between my legs, “You don’t want to lick that. I pee from there!”

“You’re saying Nick never licked you?” Mike declares in exasperation. At my silence, she says in further exasperation, “Oh my god he didn’t.”

“It’s weird!” I protest, “I just wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t... want him to!”

Sue gives me a look, then says, “Tough luck. Lift your tail, and let me lick you.”

“B-but!” I say.

Standing beside me, Mike hikes up my tail with one light green wing, saying, “Go ahead, Sue.”

“This’s so fucked up,” he says, but approaches as I think frantically.

“Is it really so bad?” Mike asks me, still hanging onto my tail, “Just let him do it for a while, okay?”

“I–I’m just a little... weirded out by hnnh” My sentence is cut off with a short whinny as Sue’s tongue once again presses against me.

“You can’t even put up with it?” Mike asks in an annoyed tone.

“N-no, I can!” I protest, and Sue’s tongue’s squirming right into where I open, his lips tugging at me back there in strange ways.

“Just put up with it for ten seconds,” Mike says, as Sue slides his tongue all the way up to my soft mammaries. “10, 9, 8...”

The tingle is undeniable as I breathe harder and harder in the countdown. His tongue is just making me flex against it back there, hooking in my passage and licking up my... my gross juices back there. “2... 1,” Mike says, releasing my tail but I don’t want to stop, and Sue doesn’t stop. Then his tongue just pushes in me, like a penis! Then it twists around in there.

My tail’s not going down at all as I can’t think about anything but penis now. All I care about is my tingling, needy groin that his tongue is stroking all along and inside. Panting heavily, hunching forward, I notice the red and green batpony walking around in front of me, and I can’t stop panting at the rushing tingles, telling her, “Sorry it... it just feels...”

“You love it now, huh,” Mike says with a little smile, “10 seconds was enough. You look... you look wonderful with what he’s doing to you.”

“unhh I... I can’t think...” I say unable to find words for the urges his tongue is inflaming into great bonfires.

“I was just pretending to be mad,” the batpony mare says in amusement, briefly pressing at my snout with a playful foreleg, “Feels pretty good, doesn’t it?”

“He’s... he’s just licking it!” I gasp, my groin just shimmering at the touch of his tongue, “I can feel his taste buds!”

“This’s what Sue did to me,” Mike says with a look of admiration my way, “He knows everything about licking a girl.”

“I–I can tell!” I squeak, “I need a—penis! It needs one! He’s just licking away my juices!”

“Sure is a relief, huh?” she says, “None of that stuff to bother you back there.”

I just whimper in disbelief. My legs are shaking with his tongue strokes making my marehood just explode in pleasure and need every time, more and more. It’s just building in me as I squeak, “Am I gonna...! Orgasm...?!”

“Oh no, clearly you’re not one of those girls who can orgasm,” Mike tells me rather unflatteringly, “Can’t you feel yourself not orgasming?”

“No!!” I squeal in panicked outrage. Sue gives me no quarter.

“You smell so wonderful,” Mike says in bemused appreciation, “You’re getting just what you needed, now.”

“I. Need. PENIS” I snap.

Ignored, all I can do is shiver and pant and my insides are fluttering or... or something.

“I hate you...” I moan lowly, as my orgasm builds against my will, “I can’t stop it... oh... ohh... OHHhh?”

Sue abruptly stops licking me, and I barely even look back before he’s climbing on my rump. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I pant desperately as the stallion just slides his penis right up my belly, and presses it in.

It just slides up d e e p and sinks right into my deepest parts and he thrusts and thrusts and I squeal loudly as my squeal just cuts off as my whole vagina just starts convulsing around him. Orgasm! It’s just blasting through me, it just hit me like a truck! All I can do is take desperate, shallow gasps as I just jerk there from the powerful pulsing clenching within me all around that penis that I can’t stop doing!!

“Nick doesn’t deserve you if he couldn’t make you do this,” Mike says before me as I’m full of penis, and clenchclenchclench and...! “Feels good, huh?”

“I can’t—stop—!” I squeak sucking in panicked shallow breaths as my whole body twitches in rushes of uncontrollable pleasure.

“It lasts about a minute for me,” Mike says, then ducks down, looking under my belly. “Oh wow, Sue, you’re just going into her down there...”

Her hoof comes to touch against my tingling belly and I have to stand there just clenching around Sue’s hot fleshy penis, right where Mike’s touching me. Giving intense little, “Mnm... mnm... mnm...” I just... do what I need to do, as the other female explores my orgasming body.

Those unbearably satisfying clenches slowly slacken, as I stand there tingling, on a razor’s edge, afraid to move because of this climax that just won’t end! Then Sue pulls out. In. Out in out in aahhh!

Popping up beside me, Mike says smugly, “His penis’s covered in your juices y’know. Makes you feel like you’re melting. I’m getting wetter too, but it’s you he’s gonna impregnate this time.”

I want to kiss that mare. I need semen in me. That thrusting penis makes my hips ache to be fertilized, for him to push deep and...

“Doesn’ matter ‘f I wannit,” I tell the other mare huskily, pushing back into my eager breeding, “He’s gonna ‘mpreg nate me...”

“We can do anything to you, this’s amazing...” Mike says, eyes half closing as she leans forward and... licks my temple.

“Haha, you’re even sweating from your head,” she says bemusedly, backing up, “Guess your brain’s working really hard to change into a... breeding female.”

I try to answer, but she heads me off, saying, “No, no, don’t say anything. I just never get to see myself like this. I always want to stop being... I need you to stop being yourself, now. Just focus on being that breeding female. That’s what you are right now.”

Unh, yes, breeding, hips, flanks, penis, semen, humping back against him. Not caring about anything other than him expanding in there, making me moan, sealing me off, preparing to impregnate me.

Looking up above me at the stallion, Mike says a little guiltily, “You probably should pull out, we don’t really wanna impregnate her.”

Oh don’t pull out don’t pull out don’t pull out— “Ahhh yes!!” I shriek as his penis fires semen into me. Sue doesn’t pull out. He decisively pushes in and just erupts as deep into me as I can imagine. Mike meets my eyes as I stand there getting pregnant in front of her, whimpering in joy, “Yes ohmigod yes oh ohmigod it’s going into me ohh...”

I moan with incomprehensible amounts of gratitude, feeling him deep, erect, firm, cumming into my womb without hesitation. The cum inside me floods me with the desire to eat, to live, to breathe, to do anything I can to get my belly round and full and gravid. To cry out like an animal as I push a child out of me.

“Okay that was... wow,” Sue says atop my back, as I still quiver there, reduced to a semen stuffed broodmare. “That kinda got away from me.”

“Hey, it happens,” Mike says, backing up from me and looking up at Sue. I stand there trying to catch my breath and get my wits about me, after Sue climbs off of me, and stands beside me. I feel so full and heavy though, in my belly. And Mike’s looking at me curiously.

“Wow, your eyes are really dilating,” Mike says in surprise, with a beauty to her, as if she were suffused with this warm glowy wonderfulness.

“They... are?” I ask breathlessly, “I’m just relaxing because of his... cum, or something.”

I try blinking, but she says that doesn’t help, and in the end I just want to lean together with her, crossing my neck with hers to be close to my new friend because this is wonderful.

“You did such a good job, spying on us,” Mike says in a voice heavy with emotion, pressing her neck to mine, “You needed this so bad there was nothing else you could do. I’m so sorry you had to spy on us. No one should have to need it that bad. You don’t have to feel like that ever again.”

“I... I love you,” I tell her sincerely, trembling, full of penis, full of semen, orgasmed, fulfilled. I love them so much, I tell them how I’ll have their baby, and I’ll do anything for them, and I want them to feel so good.

We stand together in the afterglow. Sue softens progressively, and then pulls out, dismounting and walking up alongside me, “You were right Mike...” he says as my legs give out and I sink to my belly and they both sink down with me, to lay here impregnated, “She needed to spy on us, and that’s different from just wanting to spy on us. I hope she’s not mad once she... comes down from that high. Because I just impregnated her...”

“You always did have a hard time knowing when to quit,” Mike replies, as I protest,

“I will never ever ever ever be mad about that ohmygosh I’m just full of... semen’n... orgasm it just happened ohmigosh...”

“It’s okay if you’re mad later,” Mike says, leaning against me, “Go ahead and enjoy how wonderful it makes you feel now.

I do.

I also calm down eventually, but... still don’t feel like freaking out. They lay with me as I come out of it, and the only thing I can think is, “Mike... you never got to cum!”

“I liked what happened better,” she says in amusement, “You don’t have to... spy on us anymore. Though I can’t promise Sue didn’t impregnate you.”

“It just... takes me over, sorry,” Sue says guiltily, “So easy to...”

“It’s okay,” I tell him with a warm nuzzle to his cheek, “I was gonna have to have somebody’s baby. If I have to have a child, then yours sounds wonderful.”

A pause and Sue says, “She sure takes a long time to come down from that high.”

“No, I swear I’m... I’m lucid!” I protest, “I’m just saying! I just can’t believe you just... you just saved me like that. You should’ve been angry, and I thought you were, but then Mike was... just kidding. I’ve never... seen anything like it before. I was a creepy pervert, and you just saved me. W-we can do this again, right?”

“Of course!” Mike says in delight, “You’re wonderful! You’re not a jerk at all. You were just... at the end of your rope.”

“If I was, it’s kind of a short rope,” I tell her, my ears wanting to back a little. But not too much. “T...thank you for being even more wonderful and not... letting me feel like the most horrible person in the world.”

“As long as you don’t keep spying on people,” Sue cautions. “You’re not gonna get crazy lucky and find someone like Mike every time.”

“We’ll let you know now,” Mike says with a wink, “When you know... we’re going off to have some fun.”

I could kiss her.

As the days go by, with Sue and Mike so eager to take me aside, and share their wonderful relationship with me, I should be upset about getting pregnant again. I just feel so weirdly calm about it, letting his semen swim up into me all through the day, waiting for the implantation and the changes that herald my pregnancy.

I guess it’s that I’ve been having a lot more anxiety over not getting cummed inside, than over the prospect of pregnancy. Which is terrible, and I’m terrible, but it’s the truth. Maybe it’s because I’m a girl, and girls have some sort of hardwired instinct that keeps them from being terrified of pregnancy. Maybe I’m just sick and tired of being terrified. But whatever is the case, of one thing I am absolutely sure.

This is pretty much all thanks to Nick and his stupid headaches.

My ticket to re-impregnation is not nearly my most important discovery here out on the farm though. My most important discovery did sort of play an unseen role in bringing me together with Mike and Sue, but is not related to Mike and Sue in particular. It’s more related to Nick sort of accidentally breaking up with me, or me with him, I guess.

It truly is a perplexing problem, this strange ailment befalling my friends, and others among us, because it’s not consistent. Mike is fine, Brian is not. Mira’s a mess, Nick is a mess. Most of the unicorns are acting headachey, and losing weight, but some of them are doing just fine. Same goes for the pegasi. There don’t seem to be many earth ponies who are quite as under the weather, but it’s hard to say who’s resentful at their entire life being ripped away from them, and who genuinely feels like crap. I’d say it’s an earth pony superpower to not get sick, but... that doesn’t tell me how to help my friends. And not even the smart people among us who know about pony biology can find a solution.

So of course I’m the one who stumbles upon the solution.

I can’t believe I’m the one who has to bring this to everyone’s attention. Am I just cursed to bear witness to every mind-blowing revelation that occurs? It’s all about a pretty pink haired and purple furred unicorn mare named Janice, who I’ve been trying to get to know better, for no other reason than I’m trying to get better at knowing all these... people I have to live with. She’s friendly enough, but sometimes I’ll find her curiously reserved about walking together with me.

“Yeah, no, I’m just... going on a walk on my own,” she tells me, more than once. “I just like my solitude, okay?” And that’d be fine, except that something about how she says it... she never looks me in the eyes when she tells me, and turns aside in that nervous looking way. It just seems like something’s wrong.

Nevertheless, if she’s not gonna talk to me about it, I figure it’s none of my business. I let Janice have her solitude, and nothing comes of it. But the trouble is that sometimes I like to go on a walk alone.

I can’t even come close to describing how wonderful it is to finally get a chance to put my limbs in gear and do that... galloping thing, galloping until the wind is in my mane and tail, and the landscape’s just flying by. Other ponies love that stuff too, way more than most of us did as humans. Of course as humans we couldn’t run super fast, but it’s more than that.

After a restful sleep, and a lengthy and tasteless breakfast, it feels so good to just cut loose and run. I never felt like just... running for the joy of it when I was human. Nor am I the only one who feels this way. I’m usually running with some other ponies like that red-furred filly we saved calling herself Firebrand, or with Patricia, who likes flying and running.

But not today. Oh, no, I just have to be out trotting gayly about all by myself, without a care in the world, when I see a flash of purple and pink, while passing by a few stands of trees. Stumbling to a halt, I cautiously walk back, peeking into a gap between the trees and bushes at a pony who isn’t trotting gayly about. It’s obviously Janice, because her pink is... a different pink than Steve’s, and her purple’s darker than... that other pony’s purple fur. She’s hunched over, squatting on her haunches, quite engrossed with whatever she’s doing.

So just to be safe, I brightly announce, “Hey, Janice!” a good distance away as I trot up to her. I may as well have snuck up behind her, and whispered an inch away from her ear, “It’s the funny man...” because she shrieks a whinny and jerks up, flailing about as she fails to jump to her hooves, toppling over sideways, then flopping like a fish to get her belly underneath her. Finally she stands spread-eagled and looking at me with a glowing horn, her eyes mere pinpricks of green.

“I–I can explain!” she shouts in panic, “I-i-i-it was an accident! I didn’t... I’m not... please don’t...!”

“Janice, it’s okay! It’s just me! What happened? I promise I won’t—” I manage to tell her, stepping forward slowly, but all my caution is for naught. She leaps away, right over a fallen tree, and bolts off out of the woods. Running up to where she had been standing, I look after her in exasperation, my eyes trailing from the fleeing pony, down toooooh holy heck that is a dead squirrel. No, that’s... most of a dead squirrel. It doesn’t smell rotten though, just really fresh and exciting, with the irony scent of its blood lightly staining the grass it’s lying in.

Looking after Janice again, I clamber over the slim fallen tree, giving the dead squirrel a very wide berth, then go charging across the field after her. And you’d think with a head start like that, she’d be long gone, but she’s actually galloping... really slowly? I dunno, I just pour on the speed and start catching up to her, shouting, “Janice—” only for her to shriek,

“Leave me alone!!”

That stops me in my tracks, and she shoots ahead again.

“What is going on?” I whine to nopony at all, “It’s just a dead squirrel!”

Nopony answers me. Scrunching my snout furiously, I bound after her again. This time I keep my distance though. I want to respect her wishes, but I haven’t seen anypony this upset since Dawn flew in to tell us about the extinction of humanity! I’m just... worried about Janice being alone right now. I barely even know her, I don’t know if she has depression, or suicidal tendancies, or what, so... I do leave her alone, but I also leave her in sight.

Janice actually does vanish from sight once, dropping down into a creek bed. She’s given up running though, when I hurry up to spot her again. She scurries down the creek to where a farm road crosses it, but after finding that the drainage pipe is too small for even a pony to fit into, she just sits with her back to the earthen mound of a bridge, crying her eyes out.

She’s not looking at me. She’s not looking at anything. So I stop galloping, and instead walk quietly along the upper bank of the creek, coming up to her bridge, trying to look as compassionate and unthreatening as possible.

“Janice—” I tell her, and she shrieks and jerks up again, staring at me in terror. Dammit!

“Please don’t run! I just want to talk!” I say frantically to the panicked unicorn, “I–I don’t get what’s disturbing you about a dead squirrel, but I’m sure whatever killed it was just... following its instincts. C-carnivores have to eat too, and... it’s sad, but you don’t have to freak out about it!”

My earnest words manage to get through to her, and she stops hyperventilating, instead staring at me incredulously, like she can’t believe how much of an idiot I am. I get that a lot.

Honestly I don’t mind so much. If I say something stupid, and that makes ponies think I’m an idiot, then at least they’re thinking about me, and not their fear, or whatever’s terrifying them. It’s really hard to be frightened of someone who you think is an idiot, I guess I’m trying to say.

“Y-you really don’t know what happened,” she says shakily, not moving an inch from where she lies in the creek.

“Well, no...?” I admit, pausing at the top of the creek bed, looking down to where Janice is currently soaked from the thighs back in a trickle of burbling water. “I didn’t see what killed the squirrel,” I say, lifting a tentative hoof, “Did you?”

Something between a shudder and a giddy laugh goes through her. “No, I...” she says, pausing in thought, “Didn’t see what killed it. I-it was probably some p-predator or something, like a... fox I saw a fox.”

“It was just a... random squirrel though,” I whine, planting my hoof in consternation, “Right?”

“...yeah?” she replies noncommitally.

“Why are you so upset, then?” I ask, slowly clambering down the creek bed. I can smell the squirrel’s blood, as I approach her. Was she cradling the darn thing? With her dark purple fur, it’s impossible to see any bloodstains on her arms. “I don’t care if you... get upset at a squirrel dying,” I tell her in frustration, “And I won’t hold it against you, b-but you know I wouldn’t hold it against you! So why are you afraid of me?”

“Because, it—because...” she says, her face twisting up in confusion as she tries to figure out what to tell me. “Because I... changed...” she bites her lip, looking away and mumbling, “...a lot.”

“More than turning into a pony?” I prompt, a little grumpily. Probably justifiable grumpiness, since I’m trying to give theraputic aid to a pony, while standing on the slope of a creek bank out in the middle of nowhere, completely naked, furry and female, balancing on my fingers and toes, which are hooves. And probably pregnant.

Janice shakes her head at me, saying, “Yes, no, I don’t know. I just... it was just... really... tasty.”

I start to reply, but she cuts in, with a pleading stare, saying animatedly, “I was just playing with them, you know, because they were all running around, all bushy tailed and...” she gets agitated then, saying haltingly, “and running away—and climbing trees, and it was so easy to... it just sort of... happened. I–I think something’s wrong with me, like really really wrong, I—”

When she chokes back another sob, I can’t take it anymore. I leap the last bit down into the creek and hug her, cradling my neck around her ears the way Mike likes to do to me. Janice is... not a filly, but she’s like, one of those teenage ponies. A little smaller than me, but mostly just gangly. Skinnier than I am, even, which is pretty skinny for a pony, I guess.

...and now my butt’s getting soaked too. Oh well.

Janice doesn’t burst into tears again, just wordlessly pushes her warm head into my shoulders. Her breathing’s evening out at least, but she’s not saying or doing anything, just lying with me, and... needing me. It’s all I could ask for, but what does she need?

“I’m a terrible pony,” she mumbles into my chest.

I don’t know what to say to that, but she assists me, continuing more elaborately, “Every other pony’s been fine with just grass and vegetables, but I just... I never even ate vegetables before. I just couldn’t give up... meat.”

“E-even the squirrels started to look tasty,” she says, “I got... angry I dunno, they’re all running around, while I’m trying to choke down some more grass. So I was just playing with them, teasing them a little bit, just chasing a little bit, and I used that stun spell that Twilight taught us. I–it was easy. So I caught it, all excited and just...”

She tenses against me, saying, “You can hate me, but I’ve been... I never ate anything weird before this, nothing that wasn’t steak, or pork, or chicken. But I just... and I never ate anything raw, or... a-alive. I just... bit it, and it kind of b-broke, and the blood tasted like some kind of weird metal, and I was so hungry, I just... I’ve been catching things, a-and eating them.”