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After a sec, I realize that Lucy must be talking about a metaphorical thing, not becoming literally lesbian. The purple haired, pink unicorn is not talking about losing interest in men, but rather talking about gaining an interest in women. Or at least an interest in former men, who everyone says are totally girly, even though I’m like, totally not!

“Told you ponies were OP,” I tell Lucy with a shaky laugh, nudging my shoulder against her warmly, finding her still slightly quivering from that teensy little orgasm I managed to give her. I stand with the post-orgasmic unicorn surrounded by cars that some ponies may have figured out how to drive, but nobody seems to have figured out how to keep them consistently fueled.

“Is that why we have this freaky long tongue?” Lucy asks, giving me a sorta bluish eyed look, “You just... totally just... I didn’t know it would feel that good!”

“Yeah, but a guy’s penis makes him feel good, not just you,” I reply sagely, “My tongue doesn’t orgasm.”

Stepping away from me to give me a more thoughtful look, Lucy fails to comment on my wisdom. It’s not until we’re leaving through the car dealership that she speaks above the soft clop-clop of our hooves, voice heavy with excitement when she carefully says, “It’s really... incredible you know what it feels like to have a penis.”

“It’s... nice, yeah,” I admit, sparing her a shy glance, “I’d probably be a lot more weirded out by guys wanting to have sex with me, if I didn’t know what it felt like to want that.”

“W-what’s it like?” the purple haired peachy unicorn asks, blushing, “I mean... so, your penis feels really good inside a woman, huh? Felt. Um.”

“No, I remember,” I tell her, blushing. We pause at the edge of the yard out in the sunny afternoon, clouds scudding overhead as I tell my friend and... lover, I guess, “A penis feels kind of like that clitoris thing, except big and spread out, and... heavy.”

“Heavy?” she asks, looking like she already sort of understands.

“Not literally, it just feels... like it’s hanging there, between your legs, like a big weight, that needs to be relieved with sex,” I tell her, feeling somewhat jaded when I say, “And if you don’t have anyone, it just makes you feel like... going up to some girl and just start doing her.”

Lucy seems alarmed at that, so I hastily add, “Not uncontrollably, but like you want to woo her, and date her, and feel better about yourself. You’re standing there just... wanting to do some girl, and how much of a terrible person do you have to be to want that?”

“Pretty terrible, I think?” Lucy says uncertainly, “You’re basically saying all men are pigs, right?”

Sighing, I shake my head, saying, “No a penis doesn’t make you a terrible person is what I’m saying, but you feel that way. Even as a girl I look at... penises and I feel like getting that inside me, and I might be a terrible person for doing it, but not for wanting it. Because guys feel that way too, just... opposite.”

“Oh, so you’re saying arousal as a guy is just... there,” Lucy concludes, swishing her tail in a conflicted manner.

“Yeah, it’s just... how Sue feels now,” I admit, “They always say guys do it for power, or to exploit women, or out of anger, but since I was a guy I know the real reason is it just feels that good to him.” Blushing, I add, “Makes it hard to resist giving it to him. I didn’t really mean to get pregnant.”

“It’s funny, I’ve been friends with you a while, and you’ve probably been pregnant the whole time,” Lucy says with a weak smile, “You don’t seem like it. But I guess you’re getting morning sickness and everything.”

“A little,” I say cautiously, looking at my unrevealing yellow-furred rump, “I think ponies don’t have very difficult pregnancies.” My voice gets a little shaky when I say, “It’s we-eird that there’s a baby pony in me, but it hasn’t even gotten big enough for me to feel it.”

“Eleven months is a long time,” Lucy agrees solemnly, also looking at my butt. “I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

Lucy and I are working out amazingly, at least. She’s getting the hang of... oral sex, and it’s just adorable how she likes to explore around my uh, womb, even though the baby’s not big enough to feel in there yet. If I was worried about her fucking Sue though, it’s certainly becoming less worrying as I get to know her better.

Lucy’s... I don’t want to say obsessed with penis, but she likes me to shove my tongue in as if it were a penis, instead of licking her, or curling inside her or anything. I make her orgasm with my lips, and the soft underside of my hoof massaging her nipples, but as her throes of orgasm start to take her, Lucy keeps saying things like “Hoh god, I want dick,” and “He’d shove it deep and just fuckin’ do me,” or “Wanna push... my... baby outta my... hanhh!”

Suffice to say it’s going to be really easy to introduce her to Sue. Not as easy as Rachel though. No really.

“Sue, I... have a c-confession to make,” I say in a small voice, having pulled the stallion over to the relative isolation of the car dealership parking lot. He probably thinks I want him to do me here. Not that I don’t, but...

“I–I really like you,” I tell him, “And I’m sorry I just... I swear there’s nothing the matter with you and it’s just me being stupid and... extra stupid.”

Sue gives me a skeptical look, then says in his classy baritone, “...you’re not breaking up with me.”

“No! No I’m not—it’s not that,” I blurt out to the stallion’s very unimpressed tone of disbelief, “I’m just scared that y-you’re going to break up with me!”

“Why would I do that?” Sue asks in confusion, “You think you’re not amazing enough or something?”

“I think I’m...” doing something that you’ll never forgive me for except I know you will and I’m just getting scared for nothing but I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want you to try and put on a brave face for my sake when it tears you up inside and I especially don’t want you to go kick his ass.

“You’re...?” Sue asks as I trail to silence.

“I met a...” oh god I can’t take that back. “...stallion,” I say, blushing hard, “Named Rachel.”

I shouldn’t have picked the used car lot. It’s too quiet here. He’s looking at me too quietly and I’m going to say it wrong and Sue says,

“You’re fucking Rachel?”

...

“N-no, well, I mean...” I stammer nervously, “Yes it’s just...”

“You?” Sue asks in wide-eyed disbelief, “You’re just going off and... fucking her?”

“H-he prefers to be a guy,” I stammer, “J-just hasn’t thought up a good pony name.”

“How long have you been...?” Sue asks faintly.

“...he might be the father,” I tell the stallion, staring dully downward. “I just couldn’t help it. We just got to know each other and he was so nice, and I just... we came here, and... then I made him cum inside me.”

“I don’t think you can force a stallion to cum inside you,” Sue says dryly, “Unless you are a lot kinkier than I thought. You really can just go off and fuck him on the side, no problem?”

“N-no! I can’t... it’s been really bothering me!” I tell him, “I can’t keep lying to you. I–I haven’t stayed true to you.”

“Yeah, I never thought that you’d do it,” he says, shaking his head, “You’re stuck back in the 1930’s romantically, practically.”

“W-well I do watch a lot of...”

“So what do mean he might be the father?” Sue asks, “You had sex with him before meeting me? I thought that was Nick.”

“I haven’t been with Nick!” I say hastily, at least something I can claim as virtue, “But I’ve been... having sex with Richard, ever since we came to... Ainsworth. I met him here. H-he was one of the original convention ponies I mean, but I started doing gardening with him here, and...”

“What’s it like?” Sue asks softly.

“...what?” I reply with a confused blink.

“How does he uh... compare to me,” Sue says with a nervous laugh.

It’s hard to think with all the blood in my cheeks, but I say, “Uh, um, well um, h-he’s an earth pony too so...n-not as light as Nick, but um... he’s thicker, but you’re longer u-um I mean just sometimes you really hammer at me i-in there and it gets sore and I like it but he’s not as long, but... thick. He’s... really warm...”

“Temperature-wise?” Sue asks.

“Hearted,” I conclude anxiously, “He’s really nice a-and loving, and I don’t know why he likes me and not other mares, but I’ve been trying to find him some so he doesn’t have to be... alone. I–I think you’d like him. But... it’s my fault for forcing him to, I mean, doing him without telling him I had a boyfriend, and then we just did it, and he knows now, but you don’t, but it’ wasn’t his fault so please don’t kick his ass!”

Sue blinks.

“Not that you would... kick his ass,” I tell the stallion, “You’re really cool and nice, and... I just want you to know you can... break up with me if you want.”

Sue gives me a long look, and then asks, “...can I watch?”

“I love you so much, Sue!” I moan passionately as Rachel fucks me from behind. “He feels so good! I love you I love you’re letting him put a baby in me...”

“Don’t talk,” Sue chastises me from where he stands off to the side sporting a boner that should not be left to its own. Doing nothing with it, it hangs between his legs, as he watches me get fucked saying, “Just focus on getting it done. It’s okay if you wanna fuck him now, and nothing else.”

“Oh Sue I hhh hh hhh,” I fall to heavy panting, looking off as I feel another stallion’s thick phallus filling my birth canal.

“I can do the talking for now,” Sue says, as my thought turn only to Rachel and what he’s doing to me. The other stallion stalks around us as I love him watching us, and I arch back, hungering to look sexy for him as I fuck this other man. “Still can’t believe you two can just do this right in front of me.”

No talking. No talking only fucking.

“He’s got pretty big balls,” Sue says, behind us, “Getting ready to pump his sperm into you.”

A wordless moan escapes me as I want it.”

“J-jesus Christ Sue, I’m... gonna put a baby in her,” Rachel pants, hugging my ass as he pistons in and out, “You’re o... okay with this?”

“Hey, she’s pretty sexy too, Rachel,” Sue says teasingly, “All rocking back against you, her tail all wrapped around you, her tongue’s even hanging out.”

“T-that’s...” Rachel says faintly, forgetting about everything but fucking me yess please.

“But her insides, those are beautiful,” Sue says, “Hot as an oven, sliding in and out of her. Getting ready to pump her full of your cum. I was in there Rachel. I pushed deep into that vagina you’re in, then started cumming my brains out, held her down, and put a baby in her. That’s what you’re gonna do.”

“Oh... ohh... want to...” Rachel pants hoarsely,

I moan as Rachel pushes deep and flares. Short and deep strokes, pushing up as far into me as he can, ballooning inside me. “Looks like he’s flaring, Meadowsweet,” Sue says as my tongue is hanging out and I don’t care, moaning loudly, pushing back against the stallion who I need to push in there and cum. “You’re all ready to start making his babies, looks like.”

“Yuhh—ahh!,” I manage to moan.

“Sue you gotta...” Rachel grunts, “Watch me... put a... this’s how she changes me how she... makes me put a baby in her.”

“Gonna put a baby in her, huh?” Sue asks politely, “Right here huh?”

“I’m gonna... I’m gonna...” Rachel pants, thrusting, thrusting “I’m gonna—!” thrusting deep and spurting his cum into me. I climax. How could I not? Rachel holds me as I jerk helplessly on my hooves, whinnying like an animal as his semen pumps into my convulsing cunt. I can’t do anything else I can only flex flex thrashing my head, everything rushing with pleasure, my belly swelling with semen as it starts splurting out of me.

“I-I’m done,” Rachel says pantingly as I can’t stop! “She’s still cumming... hard.”

“Can’t—! Stop—! Hnnnhnnh!”

My birth canal absolutely wrecks me for what seems like an eternity, but is in reality more like 30 or 40 seconds. I finally manage to stop orgasming around all that beautiful penis and semen, my frantic panting slowing into relieved gasps. My eyes close blissfully as everything relaxes, and I moan, “Sue it’s... inside me. I’m full of Rachel’s... semen, right now... I’m... I’m making his baby.”

“Guess you don’t need my help then,” Sue says. My eyes snap open.

“No! No please, I need you!” I declare frantically, “Please put a... a baby in me!” I force myself forward, groaning as I pull Rachel’s softening member all the way out of me, and he releases my haunches, leaving me to stumble free. I can feel Rachel’s seed pouring out of me! I have to get Sue in!

I whimper dazedly, just walking backwards to get between Sue’s legs. trying to push my needy rear into his penis, saying, “Rachel! Watch I need his babies! I need them so bad!”

“God, Meadowsweet, you’re a beast,” Sue says in awe, and I don’t even try to hold back a whinny as his hooves slide down along my flanks, just like Rachel’s. Sue’s penis flexes against me, pushes into my slippery entrance. I push back to slide him deep as his hips jerk powerfully forward. He snorts and I squeal and he’s humping hard already. My pussy is making him fuck me.

“Oh...” Rachell says at the sight of us, “Oh wow...” I try to focus on the stallion who impregnated me, but I really need to focus on just fucking right now.

“Wow, you actually... calm down a lot when he’s fucking you,” Rachel says in fascination.

“Yeah I... I... I really need to fuck him now,” I say, looking up at Rachel self-consciously, as Sue humps his penis into me, jamming it up deep and just hammering me with his need to breed me.

“Go ahead and fuck him,” Rachel says warmly, “You look so beautiful doing it. I’m so glad he was... willing to show me how beautiful you look when you’re between a stallion’s legs.”

“I’m messy,” I growl in defiance, “And dirty. And gooey. And I wannit.”

“Yeah, that’s beautiful,” he says, “Sue’s right you’re just this gorgeous beast. You’re gonna have both our foals.”

“Uhh u-uhh wish I... could...”

“It’s okay, you can fuck him now, just like you need,” Rachel assures me, “I wonder if you can talk right now.”

“W...what?” I ask dazedly.

“Well I can’t talk when I’m fucking you,” Rachel says, “But Sue’s not gonna stop fucking you, if we just have a conversation. Pretty cool how you got that freezer working, because even between all of us we only eat a cow really slowly.”

“A cow? I... can’t think about... can only think about... fucking him.”

“Oh that would make sense yeah,” Rachel says, mollified, “So... fucking him huh?”

“Yeah. In out in out ohh he’s sliding in me.”

“How do your hooves feel?”

What? “P-planted,” I tell him, planting my hooves hard and shoving back needing penis in me and nothing else, “Need to push back... gainst him... hard.”

“Your ears are back,” he says with concern, and touches the base of one with a hoof, “It’s really hitting you hard huh,”

“Yeah oh... oh jeez...”

“Try to relax,” he says, “Can you lift your ears?” His touches tingle when he teases my ears up into their upright relaxed position. A climax is swelling in me suddenly enough it catches me by surprise.

“There, you’re doing what you need to,” Rachel says, lifting my chin with a hoof, “I wanted to tell you to relax so many times, but I had to cum inside you instead, and now I can. This’s incredible.”

I try to relax but—! “Can’t stop—climaxing!” I squeak urgently, my whole body shaking at Sue’s thrusts.

“It’s okay, just do what you need to do,” Rachel says patiently, stroking my shoulder fluff as I rock there. I can’t stop—!

I pant there cumming like a statue at Rachel’s gentle strokes. As my vaginal clenches fall to a calmer bliss descending on me, I say, “Oh... Rachel...!”

Sue starts thrusting again. Rachel doesn’t bother me or him, so we just lose it to a simple in and out repetitive thrusting. Sue flares and I just pant harder, short deep thrusts pressing right up against the entrance to my uterus. We don’t do anything else, until Sue pushes deep and the first spurt of his cum rushes into me.

I lift my head, seeing Rachel still watching us with interst. “He’s -ah- cumming,” I tell the dusty orange earth pony, lifting a hind leg.

“Wow, a stallion is cumming inside you right now,” Rachel says in awe, not approaching too closely.

“Y-yeah... heh...” I say with a self-conscious smile. Spurt. Spurt. “Y-you can come closer I won’t bite,” I tell him. Spurt spurt. I realize then that’s a stupid thing to say when I just bit him, for... reasons, but Rachel hurries forward takes my chin in a hoof again, and kisses me. My eyes slide closed, spurt spurt, as my belly swells taught with his cum, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, until it splurts right out of me. Spurt, spurt, I kiss Rachel back hard, and with our lips pressed together, I feel a Spurt, spurt, spurt... spurt... fleeex, and Sue’s done.

We sit together afterwards, two stallions, with a heavily impregnated mare between them, who isn’t far enough along to be heavily pregnant. “We probably shouldn’t... tell Holly,” Sue says quietly.

I look at him anxiously but Rachel’s also anxious saying, “Yeah there’s... more ways it could get screwed up. It’d kill me if what I was doing ruined your relationship. I—I wish I could stop.”

“It’s awesome Meadows is... doing this for you,” Sue says. “I’ll try to find a mare for you too, but... they don’t exactly advertise for me.”

“It’s so stupid, there are so many of us now,” I say in frustration, “So that means they have to sit around, suffering too, while I get you both. I wish I could... have this. It felt so amazing. But it’s not... right.”

“Well I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” Sue says in amusement, “Just tell ‘em the truth if they ask, and otherwise... you can go find Rachel whenever you want. And maybe we can get together sometimes. Awesome that me and Rachel can give you just... two stallions.”

“Even if it’s unfair, it is pretty amazing,” Rachel says, “You had semen running down your legs. I can cum so much it’s incredible, and so can Sue, and we both did that in you.”

“I-it is pretty spectacular,” I have to admit, “I wish there were more stallions than mares. Then everyone could be just... just...” I rub my purringly plump belly. That is not my stomach. “So full.”

“Can’t have everything you wish for,” Sue says, “Tell you what, how about if Holly needs it then you’re outta luck, but you can always find Rachel. And if Holly’s good then me and Rachel can see how much semen we can stuff you with.”

“Let’s go again,” Rachel says hopefully, standing up, “I can’t cum hardly as much the second time, but I can pay a lot more attention to who I’m fucking in round 2.”

“S-stop making me orgasm just from thinking about it,” I say impishly, standing up too. We both look hopefully at Sue, and it’s not long before I’m bent over, with a pistoning cock in me, getting ready to spurt even more semen into my greedy pelvis, albeit not as much.

“Oh, l-looks like it’s... your turn Rachel,” I purr as Sue struggles to seal me by pressing his flared penis against me in there, so that none of the semen that he’s spurt, spurt, spurting into me has any chance to leak out. Between him and Rachel, there’s still enough for me to complain about how achingly stuffed my uterus is.

It’s not like I was hesitating to introduce Lucy to Sue or anything. I know they’re perfect for each other, and my insatiable marehood wanting to monopolize both Sue and Rachel’s time has nothing to do with that whatsoever. There’s no tipping point, because I wanted Lucy to be with me, Sue and Holly in the first place, and that is that.

So the tipping point happens after Lucy starts secretly stalking us. We don’t catch her, no, but I’m walking out of the dealership parking lot one day, whickering in happiness all full of both Sue and Rachel’s semen, when out of the blue, Lucy grabs my tail and pulls me aside, saying frantically,

“Meadows, c’mere! I... I need to tell you. I saw him inside you!” She’s wild eyed and worked up like crazy by this, telling me nose to nose, “Sue pushed his penis into you and held it in there while he came and came!”

“Just now??” I ask in horror.

“No, after dinner yesterday,” Lucy says earnestly, reeking with arousal as a bead of moisture drips between her legs, “Holly was with you, and Sue was cumming inside you. You don’t mean he... came inside you just now??”

“H-he did,” I say, shying back from her a little. But the pink and purple unicorn will not be denied. She zips back behind me, and pulls my tail high into the air. I look at my tail caught in the grip of her glimmering bluish magic as Lusy noses under there, saying huskily,

“Is this his... semen? God it’s even coming out of you!”

“I-it does that for a while,” I continue to stutter. “Not like it oop—!”

Her magic outright lifts me in the air then, by my side more than my tail, pushing me flat on my back and pinning my horsey hind legs wide.

Lucy pounces on top of me, horn glowing brightly, straddling me as I say, “C-c-careful if you get any inside you—!” Then she mashes her labia right up against my own and holy moley does she want it!

“Oh god his seed’s all over... me...” Lucy pants staring at her groin, “This’s happening to me... I want you to... squeeze.” I shouldn’t I shouldn’t. Something suckles at my nipples. I... squeeze my vagina, pushing out the semen that would’ve flowed out of me on its own. It has nowhere to go though, with Lucy’s entrance pressed up against mine.

Blushing hard, not knowing why I want it so much, I give into Lucy’s urges, and she doesn’t even know Rachel is impregnating her too. Why is this so hot? The gooey seed goes into her! N-not much, but.

“I—I just impregnated you!” I squeak up at the other mare, afraid to try for more. Lucy pants silently, staring at our groins. Then she jerks her vulva away from mine, standing up as she sticks her rump high in the air, while I lie fallen on my back before her. “Let me... let me in!” she whimpers. What is she...!

Then I moan as something pulls my labia apart. Oh god Lucy’s a unicorn. My nether lips are glowing in Lucy’s blue sparkling aura as she pulls me apart, and something tries to penetrate me. I feel like I should shut it out, like she could kill me if I let it in. “Please...” she whines, looking back at me with aching desire.

“You... you want Sue’s seed,” I tell her huskily, trying to deal with the feel like my labia are stroking themselves.

“I–I shouldn’t,” she says shamefully, “I shouldn’t do this. Oh god Meadowsweet, he’s in you, please...”

I relax, and then gasp and arch up as her magic surges up my entire vagina. It’s not stretching me or spreading me, but it tingles! Bracing my hind legs, I feel something pull within me, all the way up my passage. My pussy bulges open slightly, and a white blob of semen emerges from between my legs, surrounded in her aura.

Lucy stares at the floating blob in shock. “Oh god I’m doing this,” she says faintly. Then she gives me a wild look saying, “I... I want Sue to fuck me. Don’t care if he’s yours. Wannim to cum in me. Oh god.”

She whimpers, her expression growing anxious as she pushes the blob of semen against her own slit. It... vanishes within her. A second passes, until the glow on her horn fades, and Lucy says, “I... I did it. It’s as deep in me as I can go.”

Rachel would kill me if he found out.

“D-do you want any more?” I ask her, looking up at the unicorn with wide eyes.

The fear fades from Lucy’s expression as she gives me a look of shock and hope. “Please, just... take as much as you want,” I tell her blushing hard, “Go ahead and... i-impregnate yourself with it.”

“Meadows, I... I want to have a baby,” Lucy says looking at me in tremulous gratitude. She lights up her horn, “I’m gonna do it.”

Her tingly magic once more envelops my groin. “I can feel you going inside~“ I whine as the tingle slides up inside me again.

“I–I can feel you!” she states in bewilderment. “You keep... moving in there. Oh god that’s his semen just pooling inside you.”

“I don’t know what you’re feeling but—!” I say with a whimper as something pulls from within me again. “I can feel you doing it,” I groan, eyes half-lidded as I watch semen emerge from my pussy again and float over to Lucy’s. She gives an indulgent grunt as it slides into her, and her magic’s already pulling more out of me.

We pant there quietly, as Lucy impregnates herself with three more globules of diminishing size, sliding her magic all along my flesh in there to get every drop out. There’s no way to tell if she’s impregnating herself with Sue or Rachel’s foal. She thinks it’s only Sue!

“Can... can I go into your uterus?” she asks with an indulgent lip bite.

My blush speaks volumes.

“That’s your cervix,” Lucy explains nervously, “I can feel it. I could... do things to your baby if I...”

“No... it’s okay, I... I trust you,” I tell her foolishly, but truthfully. And if she does, I... I deserve it.

I have to jerk my hips up again then as her magic pulls at that thing inside me, the same place Sue likes to ram his penis up against. It’s not like Holly’s tongue pushing up to search for my baby. Sue’s magic just slides up into me without needing to jam open my cervix, making me touch my swollen abdomen with a hoof as it all begins to tingle. I’m going to Hell and I love it.

Lucy squats over me then, grunting, “Unh, yes,” as her magic pulls from within my most mysterious feeling deepest place. That does push my cervix open, as something squeezes out there, and slides up my vagina again.

“Lucy, you’re having... S-Sue’s foal,” I tell her nervously. “You’re—unh—pushing it into yourself!”

“You have to let ‘im fuck me now. Yess...” Lucy pants, as more of Sue and Rachel’s semen slips into her slit and slides within her until... she’s pregnant.

My belly actually starts receding, as Sue pulls glob after glob of semen out of me, and pushes it into her. We’re both panting, and her groin is dripping with semen now, and I don’t think she cares. As long as enough gets deep inside her.

At last I feel so empty. Her magic swirls within me, Lucy saying, “That... that’s all of it I think.”

“Can you feel my baby?” I ask hastily before she can delight her horn, spreading my legs to try to give her even better access to me somehow.

Lucy’s eyes dawn in realization and she concentrates a moment, before something pushes on me lightly in there, as she says, “There’s... a little bump there. It’s uh... tenser than the rest of your uterus. I can’t see with my magic, just feel. That’s... probably it.”

“C-can you push there again?” I ask softly, touching my belly with a hoof, “I want to feel where my baby is.”

She does, in a careful, controlled manner that Holly’s chaotic slippery tongue could never do. “So they’ve... implanted,” I say in conflicted wonder.

“How do you feel?” Lucy asks in fascination.

“I–I get morning sickness sometimes,” I tell her, “I guess my uterus is getting ready to... it already is kind of growing a baby.”

“Wow...” Lucy says, curiously caressing her magic upon my most intimate insides.

“H-hey don’t worry about me,” I tell her with a self-conscious blush, “Now you’re gonna have a little... bump in your uterus too!”

“Well now that I’m... pregnant,” Lucy says fussily, “I–I want to be with Sue again. I want in on your thing with Sue and Holly. H-he came inside me first, you know.”

“Y-yeah, that’s why I wanted to get you together with him,” I tell her.

“You wanted to get me with him?!” Lucy exclaims in shock, her magic kind of heaving me up by my insides there, “I thought you only wanted to be lesbian with me, so he wouldn’t impregnate me!”

“You know how much, it... makes you want to put his semen in you,” I tell her a little resentfully, “And get pregnant. Well, it makes me want... you to get pregnant too.”

“With how crazy ponies are about pregnancy,” Lucy says dazedly, “I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the only one left who wasn’t pregnant.”

“You’re not,” I tell her in confusion, “You’re pregnant now.”

“...oh yeah,” Lucy says faintly, her tail dropping over her semen stuffed hindquarthers.

“Maybe not!” I protest blushingly, “It might take a few tries before it h-happens to you.” I hope not. I hate how much I want her to have Rachel’s child and not even know it. “And I shouldn’t want you to, b-but I want you to have a bump inside you too. I wanna see Sue... cumming inside you.”

Lucy gives me a look, then she bodily lifts me by my groin to her face from the inside , saying, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard Meadowsweet.” She’s so intent and ruthless at it that I have to scream out her name as loud as I can, jerking my hips spasmodically at the powerful pulses inside me. And when she lays my moaning, limp form to the ground at last, I can’t help but notice she’s talking to some ponies in apologetic tones who came running up in alarm. Oops.

Anyway, Lucy takes to Sue with the enthusiasm she seems to apply to everything. Somehow she can’t believe me and Holly are okay with it, even though Holly was perfectly okay with me, so why wouldn’t we be okay with someone else? But after Sue’s finally mounted up on Lucy, rhythmically thrusting inside her, Lucy starts to relax around us. The anxious unicorn breathing deeper, forgetting her inhibitions, until she’s staring at us gladly, rather than with fear, as Sue prepares to pump his semen into her birth canal. It feels so dirty but thrilling to know that I might’ve let her get pregnant with Rachel’s cum. But if Sue keeps at it... I think he’s got the best chance here.

Lucy’s anxiety only shoots up again when she heaves against her fucking stallion and shoots me a panicked expression squealing anxiously, “It’s happening again! He’s getting bigger!”

“Y-you didn’t know what the flare is?” I ask her. Lucy faintly shakes her head. “It’s his penis trying to seal off your womb,” I tell her, “Means he’s about to cum.”

“Oh, I love it,” she moans, growing liquid-eyed, pushing back against his hips, “Does this happen every time?”

“Y-yeah,” I say fondly.

“It’s... too much I...” the orange unicorn mare tosses her mane, staring above me with her mouth hanging open panting as she plants her hooves and heaves back against the thrusts of her stallion. Sue’s hips shove close then and he pulls her against him, staring intently at the back of her head as he feels his penis prepare to ejaculate. All is still for a timeless moment, then Lucy pants a single breathy, “Hahh,” with eyes widening in shock. She sinks her head to look at me crazily, arching back against him, and deeply breathing again, “Huhh. He’s...”

“That’s it, just let him impregnate you,” I say, rubbing behind her ear, and also rubbing my own soaking wet thighs together in drunken indulgence, by proxy.

“It’s so warm...” Lucy whines, staring at me liquid eyed. “It... wait what’s...” her face drops in shock as her pupils narrow and she helplessly gasps tenser and louder, “Ah! Ahh! Ah! Ahhh!”

Lucy’s voice tightens to open-mouthed silence in that all-encompassing paralyzing pleasure of orgasm, and I can see a certain red and green bat pony on her back, sideways to Lucy with her head underneath her.

“Holly’s likes to lick me too,” I tell the powerfully orgasming Lucy, “Sue’s gonna start leaking out of you, and Holly’ll lick it all up.”

Lucy responds by snaking forward and biting my—shoulder, holy crap!

“Damn,” Sue says, as the unicorn shivers under him and I’m afraid to move because her teeth are digging into my flesh! “She is cumming hard,” Sue declares, holding his hips firmly against hers. Her breath on my neck comes hot as she breathes to the rhythm of her body contracting around the stallion over and over again.

Shakily, I take my unfettered arm and hang it around Lucy’s neck again, whimpering from the crushing pain behind her bite. She snorts, and doesn’t let go, but the pressure of her jaws lessens. She just... holds onto me with her mouth from then, until the tremors in her have settled.

After a moment, I try telling her gently, “You’re all pregnant now, Lucy. You can let me go.”

I wince as she slightly shakes her head.

“Okay, then...”

Lucy relaxes against me bit by bit, as Sue climbs off of her, worried about what she’s doing to my shoulder. Waving him off with the arm hanging onto her, I say, “No, no she just... needs to do this right now. It’s only a little bite.”

Lucy’s ears go down at that, and I stroke my free forearm down her mane as she trembles, saying, “It’s okay... it hit you pretty hard, huh. Just... take all the time you need.”

Lucy’s breathing evens out, and if she wasn’t y’know... biting me I’d think she was drifting off to sleep right there. Her silent... thing ends, when she shudders, and opens her jaws, pulling back and whimpering, “Oh god Meadowsweet you’re bleeding...”

“Doesn’t look too bad, does it?” I ask uneasily. Lucy just starts licking my shoulder with stinging little swipes of her tongue. “I have to do that when I bite myself sometimes,” I tell her softly.

When Lucy hardly responds, eyes closed as she continues to lick my wounds, I remark a little nervously, “So... I taste good, huh?”

Lucy pauses, then jerks away, stumbling backwards and falling to her haunches on the asphalt with a squish. “I... I wasn’t tasting you!” she squeaks, staring at me in guilty horror.

“I don’t see how you could avoid it,” I gripe, trying to look at my own shoulder, and not really succeeding. I sure can taste it though, when my own tongue swipes over the indentations in my flesh her teeth left, little dots of blood blooming from the fangs in her mouth managing to pierce my deceptively soft seeming hide. The blood flow’s already almost totally stopped though, so I guess it was pretty superficial.

Lucy meanwhile fishmouths a moment, before admitting warily, “...you taste more like a rabbit than a cow.”

“Hey, if you eat me, then give birth, I guess we can call it even, huh?” I ask with an awkward smile. My attempt at levity doesn’t go off very well. The next time I’m hugging Lucy while Sue pushes deep, I whisper to her, “You can bite me, if you need to.”

“M-Meadowsweet...” she says wistfully. Then she moans as semen starts to pump into her, then bites my shoulder again. Just wraps her whole mouth around the flesh of the pony hugging her, hanging on for dear life as her pregnancy becomes even more assured. She doesn’t break the skin this time, but she still licks me. So I start licking her. And Holly and Sue think it’s adorable, so I don’t really feel ashamed that Lucy and me sit together licking each other for a while.

“I dunno why I keep biting you,” Lucy says apologetically afterwards.

“You might’ve just gotten pregnant,” I remind her. Lucy’s ears droop at that, but I persist, saying, “You just gave into the urge to give birth to my little ponies. You have to do that now. I can understand if it makes you want to bite something when you feel that happening to you.”

Lucy’s kiss is much softer than her bite.

The town’s been gathering supplies for winter, even though it’s like the middle of summer. We won’t be able to grow stuff in winter, so we’re gonna need a pretty big surplus. Of hay at least. The meat is pretty much taken care of around here. A thousand ponies eating half of a quarter pound of meat every day, give or take a mouse, that adds up to 125 pounds a day, which adds up to 1 cow every 5 days, 75 cows a year, and 150 cows over 2 years. So given that cows give birth every other year or so, a herd with 150 um... female cows would totally sustain us. There are a lot more than 300 adult cows out there.

“Well I dunno how many cows there are exactly,” a dark blue earth pony mare says, who used to be a guy working at the feedlot north of town named Louis. She gazes with her bubblegum pink eyes at the cows clustered together wandering along the horizon. “But we had 50 pens, and I dunno, maybe a hundred cows per pen? So there’s gonna be at least uh...”

“5000 cows,” I say dazedly, “That’s a lotta cows.”

“Yeah uh, doesn’t seem like that much, now,” she says, as we watch the sun set over the small bunch of cows, “There sure is a lot of land for ‘em to spread out on. I’m really worried about the big cities, you know?”

When I shake my head negatory, she clarifies, “These cows were meant to be slaughtered and shipped all across the country. Now we got more than we know what to do with, but what about where we were shipping them to? Gonna be hard put to find meat in the middle of New York City.”

“Maybe that’s where everyone’s starving to death,” I muse darkly, “In the middle of cities where not even grass will grow.”

“Wish I could help them,” Louis says sympathetically. “Hope they’re not gonna come in like... armies of ponies or something, to take our cows.”

“I wonder what it’s really like out there,” I tell her worriedly, “But nobody’s come over here from... Omaha or anything.”

“A few people came from Wood Lake,” she counters, “But that place is a uh, there are like 20 people living there, so they just didn’t have enough people to keep the place going when the trucks stopped shipping.”

“They probably don’t have a creek,” I muse, “We’d be stuck if pegasi couldn’t literally whip water up into rain clouds.”

“Yeah, eating hay, rain on demand, ponies are... really good at living past the apocalypse,” she says, with a fond look at the grass tickling at her hooves.

“Except for the meat,” I point out regrettably, “I don’t know what a pony could possibly hunt in a city. Cats?”

She shrugs, looking off across the horizon, murmuring, “Maybe those cows have ranged farther than we thought.”

It’s been a mild summer I think, mostly thanks to the pegasi, and wherever they get those rain clouds from. Still nice and warm though, Lucy’s working out great, and there’s plenty of time for me to hook Rachel up before the next really big, huge, unexpected change in my life. It’s easy to do so in fact, because well... I thought I failed, but it turns out I don’t know everything there is to know about pony interaction.

“H-hey, Meadowsweet, right?” says a bright weirdly blue pegasus with a pink stripe in her blue hair, the mare fluttering down from the sky to land by my side, right when I’m heading out of town, back to the barn for lunch.

“Oh, hi,” I tell her, quite happy to pause on my way to talk with someone new, “Sorry I think I’ve seen you, but I don’t know if we’ve met.” At her conflicted look, I ask nervously, “We haven’t met, have we? I kinda forget that sometimes.”

“It was when you—I just wanted—” she stutters, shifting from left to right hooves uncertainly. “You uh... you said you know a guy,” she says, then blushes, and stammers, “I–I mean we met, when you said you knew a guy who was a stallion, and I’m sorry I should’ve said something, and I just wanted to say none of us meant to upset you.”

Blinking, I say, “Oh, right! You were with Firefly, when I...”

Oh, right.

My ears go down in shame, as the mare repeats, “I don’t think any of us wanted to upset you. It’s just hard sometimes. Being a girl who can’t... get any, and you’re getting all sorts of...”

“It’s true,” I tell her glumly, “It’s so unfair how many stallions just... wanna be ...with me. I started out with Nick, and... kind of pushed myself onto Sue I guess. It’s because I was like you at the time.”

“Like me?” she queries, incredulously.

“Not for months,” I assure her, “But it was bad even after just a few weeks. Nick wasn’t... with me anymore, and I was just getting desperate. To find a guy. I didn’t wanna get pregnant, but... y’know.”

“Yeah, I know,” she sighs, “Not much choice about it. Either be miserable, or... have a foal.”

“So I just... followed Sue and Holly,” I say sheepishly, “Until... well, they caught me, and they were offended, but Holly was just worried I’d expose them, and Sue was willing to forgive me, if I had sex with him. Next thing you know, he’s... y’know, putting babies in me.”

Wide-eyed, the pegasus mare asks, “Are you okay? He just forced himself on you?”

“Hey, it was my fault for snooping on them,” I reply irritably, “I had to just... I mean I did it because I wanted sex, so why shouldn’t he give me what I wanted?”

“I dunno, just... I wasn’t there, so I can’t say if it was bad or not,” she admits shyly.

“Well, that’s why I got two stallions,” I tell her, “I just was lucky enough to know one already. When Nick finally made love to me, I was literally the only mare in the world. Except for Twilight Sparkle, but she was... away.

“S-so it’s not like I’m a great catch or anything,” I conclude sheepishly, “Just... right place at the right time.”

“And the third stallion?” she asks, with a pained look, “You said you had an other other stallion!”

...

“Maybe I am extra pretty, or something?” I tell her self-consciously, “I’m not any skinnier than you. Um...” Pushing my butt against hers, I remark, “My hips aren’t especially wider than yours, see?” Stepping away from the surprised mare, I admit, “I don’t know what makes an attractive woman, much less a pony one. Mostly it’s just that I’m willing, I guess? I–I mean you never just hung out with Rachel, did you?”

“The gardener?” she asks thoughtfully, “I brought some rain to him once or twice. Mostly I’ve been hanging out with...”

She falls silent then, frowning and rubbing her foreleg under her chin. Meeting my eyes with striking orbs of warm gold, the mare says anxiously, “I couldn’t hang out with stallions! I couldn’t just hang out with him, because I wanted to... you know. Be with him! With guys. With other guys. I–I’m not even supposed to be a girl.”

“Oh, you used to be a guy too,” I realize with a look of sympathy. “Pretty crazy being a girl, huh?”

Blinking at me in shock, she blurts out, “You used to be a guy?!”

Ugh. Hanging my head, I grumble too cutely, “Not a very good one, I guess. But yeah.”

“Wow, sorry um... man,” the mare says cutely, just like I always do, “If it helps, I wasn’t very good at being a guy either. I never really managed to have much of a relationship.”

“That’s pretty common, just for being human, I think,” I tell her, “But I dunno if it’s more common for those of us who ended up as girls, than for those of us who stayed guys.”

“Well, a guy I met in town named Joe used to be pretty good at being a guy,” she muses, “He said his family weren’t doing all that well since both him and his wife ended up as girls.” She winces, and concludes, “I think really it was mostly just the fact that our group is all bronies, that um... I don’t wanna stereotype but...”

“When you don’t have anything going for you, it’s a lot easier to devote yourself to a fantasy,” I suggest with a wry curl to my tail, “I think a lot of unsuccessful people are really into fandoms. I’m just glad that a bunch of kissless virgins been able to tolerate each other since getting turned into ponies, and... into girls and stuff.”

“Hey, I’m not saying we’re all 2D waifu losers,” the pegasus mare grumbles, “I mean heck, I had a lot of sex, as a guy before changing into this. Just never managed to get it to the point of a steady relationship.”

“At least you know what it’s like to have sex as both a guy and a girl,” I say with comforting touch to her shoulders, “Lots of us only get to know what it’s like as a girl, since they were virgins as a guy. We know how much better orgasms are for girls, right?” My snort of laughter turns into an uncertain nicker, as I add, “Or how much longer they are, at least. I dunno, what kind of orgasm do you like better?”

She fishmouths at me, while I look back in confusion. What’d I say? The greenish pegasus blushes and turns her golden eyes away, saying, “I... I don’t know what it’s like as a girl.”

...oh. Riiight.

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you,” she says shamefully, almost sounding like she’s about to cry as she says, “I thought you might be able to... help?”

“I... can, sorta,” I tell her cautiously, “But you probably want my friend’s help. I can only use my tongue, since I don’t have a um... penis.”

Fully blushing and staring at me again, she says, “N-no, I meant with a guy! You said you could... wait” Her blush fades, as she looks at me curiously, saying, “You’ve been with... other girls? ”

“U-um, well I am with Holly and Lucy, now,” I tell her self-consciously. “There aren’t as many stallions, so since there are three of us in our... thing with Sue. Yeah, I... have been with other girls. And if you let me help you, you’ll probably be with other girls, too. Not just a stallion.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start...” she says faintly.

“Well, you know how we have these freaky long tongues?” I suggest.

Blushing, she hides her face behind a wing, moaning, “Oh my god.”

“So um...” I say so eloquently, “I’m um... I didn’t mean to make it sound like I just wanted to have sex with you. I did say I had a guy who might be able to help you. And I’m sorry, but I am kind of trying to set you up with him. Because he needs you, so he can stop making mistakes with me.”

She looks at me in cautious hope, as I say, “It isn’t fair that I’m getting three guys, and there’s so many female ponies who can’t get any at all. I told him he should go with girls who couldn’t find a stallion, not me. But he doesn’t know any, and it’s easier if I ask for him, since you can tell me, without getting... all stallion crazy.”

“You’re trying to make me get pregnant, you know,” she says tensely, “I’m gonna be giving... b-birth to a foal, because of you.”

“Yeah, I’m a terrible person,” I say glumly, ears going down, “We’re all gonna have too many foals now, and it’s all my fault. W-what I’m talking about really will change your life forever. I know how eager he can be, and how you can... change. If we meet together, there’s a good chance he’ll have sex with you. My friends are all ending up to be mothers, because... it’s just so painful to go without. And if you try to play it safe, you just... lose it and stop playing it safe. So yeah, you’re gonna get... pregnant.”

She looks me in the eye for a while, then says quietly, “You’re imagining it right now, huh.”

“What?” I ask, blinking in confusion.

“Imagining me... getting pregnant?” she prompts cautiously, then “Giving birth?”

While I blush, she says, “You’re imagining me just... squatting there all alone in the woods, trying to push some stallion’s baby out of me.”

“No, I’m not imagining you there all alone,” I tell her with a frown, “I wouldn’t try to get you to let Rachel have sex with you, if I didn’t think he’d be with you even for childbirth. A-and I’d be there too, whatever I could do to help.”

She stares another moment, before blushing herself and turning away saying, “God, that is so wrong. I’d just... do it right in front of you too.”

“You wouldn’t have a choice,” I caution her, “They say you can’t stop it or even hold off at all when the baby’s due.”

“I wouldn’t hold off, either. I keep thinking about it,” she sighs, “I can’t stop wanting to feel what it’s like to give birth, and have sex, and I’m just gonna get pregnant, and... yeah.” Turning away, the pegasus adds, “I knew I was gonna get pregnant if I came to you, b-but here I am. Too... tingly back there to care.”

“Hey, you’re not the only one,” I whimper, my tail bobbing behind me mostly consciously. “So I could... show you what it’s like to be with another girl, if you want,” I tell her cautiously, “But if my stallion friend’s there, you’re gonna get so worked up you just um... have sex with him.”

“Not, I mean... yeah I want it,” she says dully, “Not by choice though, my body just sorta... feels like it’d feel good. I’m curious, a-and I go in. Back there.”

“If I lick you, it’ll make you want it even more,” I caution her, “Way more than if you just talked to him, until you end up doing him anyway. So it’s probably easier to just go straight to the... making babies part.”

“...well, it beats chickening out,” she says, shrugging her wings.

“Yeah it’s... really nice actually,” I say with a small smile, “Once he’s in there, you stop worrying about it, you just feel... totally fine about getting pregnant, and your body lets you do what you need to do.”

“That sounds... I mean is it bad if I say that sounds wonderful?” she says, “Is it just something girls feel? I just keep worrying about it so much, and to think that it’d all just go away, and it’d just... work.” She tries to hold back a smile, herself. “C-can you help me?” she asks, “I really do wanna do it.”

“I should be asking if you can help me,” I reply seriously, “My friend really needs someone to go steady with, and if he could save someone like you from not having any chance of having sex, I think that’d be just incredible. Your ass is powerful. It has something that can make guys feel incredible, and I think it’s a shame when someone can’t use it. S-so would you help my friend, by letting him be with you?”

“When you put it that way it makes me feel so special,” she says, turning away shyly. She looks back at me, then down, then at me again, then away.

We stand silently.

“This’s a terrible idea,” she says, swishing her tail, looking at me again eagerly, “So when do you wanna do it?”

Returning her look more pensively, I say, “I was gonna have um... sex with Rachel this afternoon, so, this afternoon, around 4pm?”

“And... I’m gonna have... sex with him instead,” she asks cautiously but hopefully.

“Yeah, you are,” I say with a smile, “I’ll be there, and you’ll just have... sex with him. And you’ll be his girlfriend then, and can keep having it as much as you want.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna just stuff him in my...” she trails off, before blushing and blurting out, “Okay, I’ll do it. I wanna do it. Put his penis in my vagina. A-and get pregnant.”

“Okay, what’s your name?” I ask her.

“Martin,” she admits, ears going down again.

Hm... blue hair, but there’s a bright pink stripe in it. Her fur isn’t blue exactly, but it isn’t green. But she’s got those golden eyes, really striking against the rest of her.

“Maybe you could call yourself Golden Eye?” I suggest.

“...like the spy movie?” she says skeptically.

Face hoofing, I groan, “Right, that one. I dunno, just thought you might be more comfortable if you changed your name from Martin, just while this pony thing keeps up.”

“Oh, like a pony name?” she says, “I was thinking about that... how about Goldfish?”

I blink at her, while she adds, “Y’know, because my eyes are like goldfish, swimming around in me?”

“Goldfish are orange though, almost red,” I tell her, ““How about sunfish? Since you’re like the sky, and the sun’s... swimming in it?”

“Sunfish are gigantic butt ugly fish though,” Martin replies, shaking her head. “My eyes are a darker yellow anyway, more like dandelions or marigolds.”

“Marigold, how about that?” I ask, “And Mary, for a normal sounding nickname?”

“Well, it sounds kind of girly...” she says reluctantly.

“No hurry if you wanna think about it,” I tell her, “My friend’s been sticking with the name Rachel, and he turned into a guy, so he’ll have no problem with Martin.”

“Martin already is a pony name,” Martin grumbles, “It’s a big weasel type critter. Just doesn’t sound very girly.”

“So you want a girly name?” I ask her. At Martin’s heavy blush, I hastily add, “Just think about it! And if you’re not there this afternoon, it’s okay. I’ll just... let Rachel have sex with me instead.”

“Okay,” she says, her eyes distant in shock, “I’m actually gonna get a guy in my... vagina. That’s just... you really mean this afternoon this afternoon?”

“We could wait until later if—” I say, but she interrupts, saying,

“No, no that’s fine! I’ll... g-get pregnant this afternoon then, okay?”

“Okay,” I allow cautiously. “And it’s fine if you chicken out. ...you probably should.”

Nodding, she takes wing, saying, “Thank... thanks so much. I was afraid you’d be kidding, and it’s just... gonna happen! I don’t think I can chicken out. I’ll be there, don’t worry. Thanks again!”

Then she soars off into the sky. I look after her with a mixture of longing, concern, satisfaction, and of course, guilt. It’ll make her feel so good, but I can’t help but think that in eleven months... I’m not gonna be the only mare giving birth.

I have no right to tempt Martin into being pregnant, but I also have no right to moonlight between Rachel and Sue, and I can’t just leave Rachel without making sure he has someone to take my place! I shouldn’t be trying to make anyone do the thing that gets you pregnant, but I can’t help but empathize with just about everyone’s plight. One thing’s for sure, if Martin’s any indication, there’s gonna be a lot more mares giving birth in eleven months, than if I had let them stay miserable and done nothing. It feels a little evil, but... who’s gonna stop me?

That feels a little bit more evil.

Nevertheless, I regret nothing, not impregnating myself, not cheating on Nick with Sue, or Sue with Rachel, or Rachel with Nick again, not allowing Lucy to pull Sue’s semen out of me and impregnate herself, or introducing her to Sue so that he could make sure Lucy was pregnant, repeatedly. Not changing into a pony, not changing into a girl, and not changing everyone in the world into ponies. I regret none of that, when Lucy teaches me how to orgasm with just my hoof.

Humping against my foreleg while Lucy refuses to touch me, walking around my whimpering form saying, “More attention to your teats. You need to really knead at them with your frog.” It feels so good to comply, my tail hiked up in the air as I try to make sense of my growing pleasure, whimpering,

“Wanna make... milk. Milk my foal. Suck on my...”

“Get your hoof back in your cunt. You need to get it good and wet with all those juices you’re drooling out.”

I’m much more familiar with orgasm now, thanks to Holly’s wonderful tongue, and Sue’s wonderful tongue, and also Lucy’s I suppose. And the fact that I’m so goddamn horny all the time. I feel it happening, but I can’t believe it. I don’t need anyone else if I can orgasm with a hoof. I rub myself and spread myself, and grab my own tail and yank it—that actually helps! I jam my tail against my nethers, stroking the soft silky hairs up and down, while my moist frog barely touches my erect nipples before making me quiver with pleasure.

“It’s... happening!” I tell her, when it finally does. I tell her that a lot before, but I’m kind of bad at judging it. Nevertheless, this time, a horny little mare tells Lucy, “It’s happening! Oh Lucy thank you so... it’s happening! Filling... me up... oh god...”

“Time for you to orgasm,” Lucy says smugly, as a pulse pulse pulse turns into a powerful clenching that jerks my hips in glorious spasms. “Lu... Lucy! Lucy oh god!” I manage to cry out, before I topple onto my side. My upper hind leg jerks in the air; I can’t stop it because of what’s happening inside me! I pant up to Lucy as everything tingles and pulses and flows, and then she kisses me.

It’s embarassing, but so wonderful as I have to make little noises with her lips pressed up to mine, “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” as my body works me over. I want to continue my urgent high pitched grunts for all eternity kissing this wonderful unicorn, but my voice inexorably smooths out, “Mmm! Mmmm! Mmmm. Mmmmm...” until I’m softly mmmming, sinking into blissful relaxation, as Lucy’s tongue slides into my mouth.

I know it’s weird, but tasting each other, lips pressed to lips, exploring each other, it’s wonderful to open our eyes, our huge eyes, and just gaze into the beautiful jewels that our irises are. That limpid pool of black in the center of her emerald eyes is Lucy looking back at me. That’s her seeing me. Like a wide, yawning tunnel into her soul.

I still like Sue cumming inside me better, but it’s just awesome to have me and Holly lying there gasping in orgasm as Lucy teaches us how a real girl would do it, and shows us sometimes, herself. Lucy’s magic is amazing too. Nick never used his magic. Sue can watch his semen impregnate Holly, with the bat pony blushing in front of him as he ejaculates into the air, and Lucy’s magic guiding that semen up to where Holly’s cunt is spread, flooding into it, penetrating her cervix, and ensuring it’s all contained within Holly’s uterus, a tautly stretched bulge inside her at the end. And that’s just one of the cool tricks Lucy figures out to do with us!

You’d think she would be enough for a dozen of me, but as the summer fares on, I am utterly insatiable, and quite eager to encourage that lust in others. It’s 4pm sharp that a blue pegasus mare with a pink stripe in her hair descends to me from the sky, in the backyard of a house with a For Sale sign on the front. I know it’s 4pm sharp, because I guess ponies have a freaky sense for time, since it’s been exactly 43 minutes since I checked a battery powered clock that read 3:17pm.

“So you’re here,” Martin says, alighting on the warm grass, “And I’m here because I’m being a big idiot a-and where’s Rachel?”

“Asked him to come a few minutes late,” I tell her, “So you don’t have to fly up to this big, strange stallion and just... yeah.”

“So he’s pretty big, huh,” Martin says, folding her blue wings, and scraping a forehoof distractedly.

“Oh, I think so,” I tell her with a coy flip of my tail, “But I guess today you’re gonna be the judge of that.”

“Yeah, heh heh...” she says, wincing nervously, “Just gonna get a big... penis in me back there. Does it hurt? I mean... your first time?”

“Honestly, I think it depends,” I reply, gazing at her appraisingly, “You seem like... it won’t hurt a lot though. You’re pretty relaxed.”

“Trust me, I’m terrified inside,” Martin groans, “I’m just even more terrified of passing this up and having to sit around wondering what it’s like.”

“You’re not terrified on the outside, though,” I protest, “I was way more terrified, inside and out, and it still worked great.”

“What’s it like?” she asks, then blushes and adds, “I–I mean what’s he gonna... do you lie on your back, or...?”

“Oh, it’s like... have you ever seen dogs doing it?” I ask her.

She shakes her head.

“Well, um...” I say, walking up alongside her, “So you know how weirdly tickly your flanks are?”

“Uhm... no?” she asks, shifting a hind leg, “Just that they’re blank, like everyone else’s.”

“Oh, no that’s actually not the flank, the show got it wrong,” I say with a sorry laugh, “Your flank’s where your belly starts going under your hind legs, right here.” She squeaks and jumps up in the air when I press a forehoof between her hind leg and her belly.

“Sorry!” I call up to her.

“No, sorry it just surprised me is all,” she says, as flapping gently, Martin descends again. “I didn’t know my... flank would be so weirdly tickly.”

She pokes curiously behind her hind leg with her own forehoof, though it’s trickier for her to reach. “So he... pokes me there, with his... penis?” she asks, looking at me in confusion.

“M-maybe it’s better if I show you,” I tell her, “Turn your rear to me and I’ll... climb up on your back.”

She does so, and clumsily and uncertainly, I mount Martin. Her wings shift and slightly spread as my arm scrunches into the rear feathers that point behind her. My arms slide down her thighs into the sensuously smoothly tickly spots along her sides. She stiffens at that, as I tell her, “Okay, this is called mounting, Brian told me.” My face is hot from the bizarre intimacy of this sort of thing, but I still manage to say, “See how my... forelegs just sort of slot in next to your hind legs?”

“I-I see what you mean about flanks,” Martin says, already all aquiver with need.

“When the stallion is like this, he can just...” Well I can move my hips against hers, but that’s about it. “...put it in you back there.”

“It does feel pretty... strange,” she says, blushing as she looks back at me. “Y-you’re not as heavy as I thought you’d be.”

“He’ll only be putting about half his body weight on you,” I reply, “My friend’s a little bat pony, and she doesn’t have any problems.”

“...oh,” Martin says shyly, pushing her hips against mine, “So this’s like... pony doggy style.”

“I thought you said you’d never seen dogs do it,” I protest.

“No, doggy style, like how humans do it,” she whines, “Like... wait, is that why they call it doggy style? Because dogs do it like this?”

Blinking at her, I say, “...yes, yes it is,” trying not to imagine a stallion mounting me, while I’m mounted on top of Martin. Would that even work? This doesn’t feel... special, at least not to me.

Martin seems into it at least, so I grip her rear against me as a symbolic gesture. “When the stallion does it, he just thrusts against you like this,” I tell her in blushing anticipation, “And his dick just starts pushing into you.”

“I’m gonna feel it...” she breathes, despite my ineffective attempts at demonstrating a stallion’s thrust. “I’m gonna really be a girl, for real.”

“Couldn’t wait to get started, I see,” Rachel says, from where he’s gripping the fence with his forelegs, lifted his head up over it to look at the two of us. I didn’t even hear him come up! What is he talking about? Wait, I’m mounting this bluish pegasus.

“I–I’m just getting her used to it!” I protest, hugging Martin protectively, “If you just jumped on her, she’d have flown away, and then you’d be hanging on for dear life!”

I don’t know if it’s the scenario, or the fact that I was so offended when I said that, trying to defend my honor, but that blue haired earth pony stallion loses his grip on the fence and goes crashing down behind it, laughing his head off.

This is off to a great start.