To summarize, I like Peter.

“C’mon, Peter, you can do it!” Mira cheers on the stallion who’s breathing hard as he holds my hips I brace against his thrusts because I can feel his shaft sliding in and out of me, ready to fill me with a leathery winged child. The night is warm and dark, and there is a male holding me, mounting me, fucking me. I feel myself wrapped around his slick, slimy shaft, slimy because of me, because I want it so bad my cunt is just melting to have him within me. And he is.

“Meadowsweet wants my babies,” Mira tells him practically, “So make sure she’ll have lots of little bat pony babies inside her, when she goes with the general.”

“Mira—unh,” I try to protest, but as I feel that penis fucking every inch of my tingling vagina, all I can think of is what this male wants to do: grabbing my hips, pushing his penis so deep, and punching bursts of semen into me, while I take every drop into the mysterious depths that I have now. Mira nuzzles me, but all I care about is making that a reality. I’m just panting at nothing, tongue hanging out, hungry for that cock’s bounty. Taken by the urge to stuff my vagina with penis, I feel Peter’s erection flare in it, stretching in my hips, spreading me deeply, then...

“Ahh yes,” I gasp in a girl’s voice, at the feeling of hot thick spurts rushing up into me. I push against Peter, push his orgasming dick into my vagina, so I can stand there breathing, feeling powerful spurts of seed steadily pumping into my quivering passage by a thick, kicking dick. If I wasn’t already pregnant, I might be upset at this, but as-is I can indulge in my hunger for it, and outright growl in pleasure as I feel his ejaculation entering me.

Then his penis stills, and I’m pregnant maybe again maybe. As my whole body, except my hind legs, relaxes, I croon deliriously to Mira, “Mira I’m gonna give birth to your babies and his babies in an isolation cell.”

“Aww, that’s... wait what was that last part?” the deep voiced Peter asks above me.

Okay, to really summarize, I’m being asked by my sister to cheat on my boyfriend, and on my other secret boyfriend, in order to get impregnated with her boyfriend’s baby, because my sister is as much of a freak as I am. Shit’s fucked, nothing makes sense, Twilight Sparkle is evil, and in the process of preparing to travel to a secret military base, to plot against Twilight’s evil machinations, there are apparently a few things I have left to do. Things being people. People being a man named Peter, my sister’s boyfriend.

Also I’m a pony.

“Woah woah, hold on,” I yelp at Mira the previous day, before that bat pony stallion ever even came close to fucking me, waving a soft yellow furred foreleg protectively against my darker yellow furred sister. “You can’t be serious!” I squeak, immediately wanting it but also fearing it, “He’s your boyfriend!”

“Yeah, and I’m carrying his child!” Mira says stubbornly, swishing her candy colored tail in stripes of blue and pink, “Why would I get myself knocked up, if I didn’t think he’s gonna make some awesome kids? I’d rather you have his babies than Sue’s!”

“W-what’s wrong with Sue’s babies?” I say in red-faced offense.

“C’mon, you know what’s wrong,” she says with a playful wiggle of her rear, partially spreading her wings, “You want your kids to be as handicapped as you are? If you have sex with Peter, they could fly!”

“Earth ponies had kids who were unicorns and pegasi in the show,” I say uncertainly, lifting a hoof at the cheeky mare professing to be my sister.

Mira rolls her eyes at that, saying, “You know Mrs. Cake had to have been sleeping around. Anyway it’s probably a way better chance if you mate with an actual bat pony. That’s why I don’t get why you didn’t stay with Nick. Don’t you want his unicorn babies?”

“I don’t want any babies!” I squeak indignantly, “E–except when I’m horny, of course. But I mean... you are supposed to have babies with the man you love, not... pick out the best breeding stock!”

“I don’t see why,” Mira says, strutting past me with a flip of her tail, “Why not have some fun? Live it up already!”

“Because this doesn’t happen!” I squeal in utter exasperation.

Mira stares at me as I break down, slowly blinking her eyes, batlike pupils, slitted in the daylight. “How is this possible?” I ask her, sinking anxiously on my unsteady hooves, “Everyone says I’m so nice, but I... I fucked Nick! I should be a guy. I shouldn’t be able to fuck anybody! I shouldn’t even say the word fuck!”

Pacing back and forth next to the barn, I tell her, “B-but then suddenly I got to have sex with Twilight Sparkle! She just wanted me, and it was perfect! A-and even when I’m a girl, I’m still... getting fucked, left and right!”

“Meadows, I—” Mira says with an apologetic grimace, but I interrupt, saying,

“Sue should hate me for... for spying on him and Holly. Nick should hate me for cheating on him with Sue. Twilight Sparkle does hate me, and she still fucked me! A-and Dusty! You know Rachel’s called Dusty, now? I had to have sex with him, just to keep him sane while I helped him find some steady partners. That’s four people in one year. Five if you count Nick twice, before and after he turned into a pony!”

“What are you saying?” Mira says in frustrated confusion, tilting an ear, “You don’t want to have all that sex? I mean sure that’d be normal, but that’s not who you are! You love... everyone! It’s a crime you haven’t been able to get sex before this! I—I wanted to fuck you!”

A blush flooding her orange furred face, struck speechless after her outburst, Mira gapes at me, then looks away and says faintly, “W-when you said that the girl you were thinking about in school went out with someone else, I—I wanted to pin you down and give you what Alice wouldn’t. You were so down, and... and horny, and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

I look shocked at my batpony sister, as she torridly confesses, “Every time you came from work and you just... it seemed like everyone you knew was getting married, and I just wanted to fuck marriage and rules and just... screw you!”

“Well, but, why didn’t you say anything?” I whine, trying to look at her in a new light, but this is Mira! She can’t possibly have ever wanted to screw me!

“Because I’m your sister!” she replied, scraping a hoof in frustration, “It’s supposed to be the worst, ugliest most... unsexy thing in the world. There was no way you wanted me because y–you just needed a normal relationship, and it would be wrong of me to just try... molesting my own brother! You’d just look at me, and see your sister, and get disgusted at the very idea of ever touching me.”

“I never ever got disgusted at that!” I protest, “I mean yes it’s wrong, but... you were beautiful even before you were a pony! Even if you weren’t my sister, you were way out of my league! I’d be lucky to get some cynical fat jerk to have sex with me.”

Mira slumps, saying, “Yeah, it sucks. Human society sucks. Our society sucks. I never wanted you to have to be lonely so long, and you just were. Because I thought I was doing the right thing, and you know what I think now?”

I really don’t.

Meeting my gaze evenly, Mira continues with intense blue eyes, “I think the right thing to do is what we feel is right, and right now I’m feeling like fucking your stupid yellow butt into the ground and filling you with batpony babies. And I can’t do that, so let’s go get Peter to do it instead.”

Shaking my head slowly, I take another step back, saying, “It’s just so impossible. I didn’t do anything to deserve this much... love. Other ponies—other mares can’t get any sex at all, and I’m just gonna add on Peter like some kind of trophy?”

“Hey, it’d be my trophy not yours,” Mira says teasingly, sauntering up to me despite my skittishness, “If I’m the one who wants good things to happen to you, you can’t blame yourself for getting them!”

“Well I don’t mind being a trophy, but...” I say quietly, not quite looking at the bat pony beside me.

“Heh... yeah, you’re a real catch, Meadowsweet,” Mira says, nudging my side with hers comfortingly. “I bet he’d be overjoyed to know he gets the chance to make you feel that good. It’s just such a treat to see you when you give in and really enjoy yourself, y’know?”

“You sure can’t watch yourself get...” I grumble reluctantly, “...fucked into the ground.”

“So you’ll do it?” Mira asks in hopeful delight.

A quick consultation with my gonads says yeah I totally will.

“I just wonder why me,” I ask her with a resigned sigh, “Why not another girl who (quote) gives in and really enjoys herself? Why not um... Patricia?”

“Eh, she’s great and all, but I don’t know her all that well,” Mira says, rocking on her hooves, “It might seem like us flying ponies all get buddy buddy, but the sky is actually a really big place. And um... you were even there back when I was naked. And... fucked, when I was a human.”

“I was?” I ask, tilting my head in confusion.

“Yeah, when Nick tried to... turn me into a pony,” Mira qualifies, “You were right there and I was like ‘Fuck if you weren’t a girl, I’d just do you right here.’”

“Y-yeah that was really... something,” I say, remembering how odd I felt about her human crotch dripping with Nick’s pony semen back then.

“It’s like a domino effect or something,” Mira insists, “Twilight got you past that first time, and everything came from that, so now you’re just getting used to your um... sexuality!”

“Which apparently includes raising my tail for every stallion I see,” I grumble.

“C’mon, bat pony babies~?” she sings, leaning towards me and smiling at me tempingly.

Blushing, I say, “Okay but just this once. And only if he’s okay with it.”

“Yesss!” Mira cheers, snagging me by the hoof and half fluttering up into the air, “C’mon lets see if we can introduce you.”

“H-hey,” I say nervously, “If he’s in the sky, I’m not gonna do it.”

Blinking, Mira looks down where she’s hooked her foreleg in mine, and drops to the ground, saying, “Oh, sorry. That’s just kind of my go-to these days for moving around. C’mon, he’s gotta be somewhere around town.”

“I’m probably already pregnant with Sue’s foal anyway,” I protest as I follow along with Mira, trotting into the town proper, “And I might give birth to an earth pony anyway.”

“Yeah, or,” Mira chirps with a glance back at me in amusement, “You’ll have a cute little bat pony baby in your belly.”

Shaking my head, I sigh, “Well, if I have to have a baby, I guess I wouldn’t mind having, um...” I almost say ‘yours’ but instead I say, “...his.”

Peter proceeds to be entirely too agreeable with the idea, and since he’s not coming with, it really is a one night stand. Especially since we did it at night. Standing. It’s a strange comfort I feel, being with Sue and Dusty, knowing I can be with them and keep being with them, and still give Peter a chance to put a baby in me. I can still remember him moving within me, and the place his penis was moving within is just right back there, under my tail. I still literally have his semen with me. It’s like a piece of Peter is... there with the three of us, there inside my hips, doing mysterious things to my womb, which is a thing that I have now.

I think I have one, at least.

So with Mira and Peter’s... sendoff, or whatever you call it, I’m off to my isolation cell. No I don’t actually think that’s what the government is going to do to us. No, we don’t just jump in the vans and go. And no, I don’t think everyone is secretly working for Twilight Sparkle and plotting to imprison me forever. Unlike Nick, I’m just joking.

The government isn’t even invited to our final grand council of what the fuck is going on. We do have a meeting though, just us barn ponies, because apparently there’s this huge controversy over whether to go save the world. There are even some ponies watching the door, in case any of the government types try to come over here, so there’s a lot of distrust brewing, but mostly we’re just meeting to decide what to do about them, not to keep any secrets or anything.

“Okay, I know we’re split on this,” the green and blue pegasus known as Patricia says, having flown up to stand on the stage we kind of erected in the barn for this purpose, “I’m not gonna try to convince people to leave or to stay, but I just want to talk about what we’re gonna do about this.”

“Why can’t we just split?” a pony in the crowd calls out, “Half of us have already split!”

“That’s one idea!” Patricia agrees loudly, “But we need to figure out how we’re going to split. I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to go, or... stay here, just to be with their friends. People are arguing about it pretty badly though. So we need to find out what’s going on, and talk to each other about this. You think someone’s making a mistake, I need you to tell us why now, and we’re all gonna listen with an open mind. Nobody’s gonna interrupt you, or argue with you. I just want to hear what people know about this, and what they think we should do. I know you’ve been wanting to talk about it, so we’re all here now, and it’s safe to speak your mind. So uh... Sue? You wanna go first?”

In the crowd, Sue calls out, “I pretty much agree with Meadowsweet, so why don’t you ask her?”

Oh fuck no.

“Dammit Sue!” I squeal at him. Alas, there’s nothing to be done for it. I climb up on the stage, fear flaring in me until I turn around and see everyone’s there, all around me, and it hurts on a level I can’t quite understand that... soon they might not be.

“S-so I’m bad at this,” I tell the crowd, a pregnant horse with greenish hair that can’t decide whether or not to be curly, “But okay, fine. Twilight Sparkle is absolutely horrible. She hurt me, and then hurt me again. I don’t know who she really is, but she’s not the Twilight Sparkle we know. She’s a... a monster.”

I look down and take a calming breath, before facing everyone again, adding, “But she’s not all powerful! She almost accidentally brought a tracking device back with us, a-and she was really bad at dealing with it. She tried to stop us from... from making love, and it didn’t work! She tried to get rid of me three times, a-and I’m still here.”

Lifting my head before the crowd, I am still here, and she can’t stop me! “So everyone thinking the government or the police are secretly on her side,” I say confidently, “After what she did to them, like they’d ever listen to her! We have to trust someone, or we’ll miss our chance and she’ll pick us off one by one. I don’t know if the general was telling us everything, but there’s no reason to think the government means us harm anymore.”

My resolve fades a little bit as I really am not the person who should be saying this. I wasn’t even paying attention to the General’s speech, so I don’t know if she told us everything or not! “So... I’m going with them, because...” I say unsurely, “Because I keep thinking it might be the only chance we have of s-saving everyone, and turning people back to human, who want to be. And if it’s all a trap by Twilight Sparkle, then I’ll just break the doors down and run away and warn everyone. So I don’t know if that helps or not, but... that’s why I’m going.”

My lip trembles, as I say, “I just can’t stay here. It’s t-too important for me to just ignore this. I might be totally useless to them, but I have to try!”

They’re all um... looking at me silently.

“So um, who’s next?” I ask, looking around.

“I was gonna say something!” shouts a mare in the back, “But I’m with you now!”

“What?” I say, blankly. I was trying to explain why I’m being stupid about it, not convince them to be stupid. And now everyone after me is just saying like, “Let’s go!” with nobody even objecting to it anymore. But at last, the one pony who taught me about herding cows comes up, just a yellow furred earth pony, with light orange hair and green eyes.

“Okay, so we don’t all have to go,” the pony known as Brisket declares, “The people here still need us, and I know people in town who I don’t wanna leave behind. I’m not saying we shouldn’t go, but it’s okay if we don’t all go. I think only the ones who really wannit should go.”

That earns some grumbling at least, ponies murmuring at each other, like how beside me, my friend Tess remarks, “Y’know, she’s got a point.”

“She doesn’t just have a point. She’s right!” I quietly hiss back to the green and pink pony, “I didn’t want everyone to go. We have plenty of people who want to.”

There are a few more negative-ish opinions after that. A pink earth pony who I don’t recognize says in a trembling voice, “I—I’m pregnant now, and I can’t just go off on an adventure. Everyone who’s pregnant has to stay here and s-start raising their children, even if they aren’t really a...”

She blushes at that, and mumbles an apology, stumbling off the stage. Surprisingly, it’s the candy haired Mira who flutters up to the stage in response to that pregnant mare. “Hey, everypony,” she says dramatically, “You know what Meadowsweet’s been doing? Like a lot of us, she’s been getting pregnant!”

Oh god this is worse than getting called to the stage.

“So Meadowsweet’s going, and she’s gonna be fine,” Mira continues, “Why should she be worried? She’s going to a high security place, like the highest, and they’re not stopping her for being pregnant. So she’s gonna... have her foal there, and she won’t even have to worry it’ll get trampled by a cow. So um... think of your baby if you want, I guess. I mean I totally...” she glances at her rump and swallows, “Um... do. But this isn’t a war zone, it’s just some kind of... government project. Might as well give birth there as here, right?”

There’s several thoughtful murmurs at that. But I’m more concerned with the mare who went before Mira. My bat pony sister is nicely covering for me up there on stage, while reminding everyone that I went and had sex as a girl, so I creep away from the front of the crowd, shuffling up to the pink pony who went before Mira.

“Um... you’re right,” I mumble shamefully.

“What?” she says, turning to look at me in confusion.

“I shouldn’t go,” I tell her, “I should f-focus on raising my foal. You’re right for doing that, and I’m just being stupid about it. I just can’t give up this chance to find out what’s going on, and h-help and stuff, but that doesn’t make it right for me to go.”

Though her hair is but a lighter shade of pink, I can’t help but notice she has striking, yellow eyes, as I tell this living, breathing pony who’s a real person behind those golden eyes, “I don’t know you, but I do know you shouldn’t ever have to go with us, and... maybe risk your life. You can just stay here and have your baby, and... you’re doing the right thing.”

“Thank you,” she says, blushingly, “I’m Carnation, and I know you’re Meadowsweet, but I really just get so worried sometimes. It’s nice of you to come um... say something to make me feel better.”

“What are you worried about?” I ask, “I mean, is it about the... pregnancy?”

“I... I dunno how I’m gonna feed a baby,” she tells me with scared eyes, “We’re just... just farmers now and I don’t think babies can eat hay!”

Blinking, I give her an incredulous look.

“What?” she whines self-consciously.

“Well uh, b-babies can drink uhm, milk,” I say conservatively.

“Milk is even harder to get though!” she protests, “Cows are huge, now!”

“I uh”

Has it finally happened? Have I discovered someone even more clueless than me?

“I meant your milk...” I tell her leerily, “You know you’re gonna be uh... doing that, right?”

She’s very quiet at that. I hope I didn’t break her! After a few seconds, she says in a lost voice, “I didn’t even think about that.”

“I just don’t know either,” I assure her anxiously, “I heard that you basically just stand there while the foal kind of latches on and stands beside you, um, drinking your milk. A-and it sounds pretty easy.”

“I don’t wanna make milk though,” she whimpers, her eyes tearing up, “Why did I let him do that? M-my mom I remember she was sore if she didn’t... nurse my kid sister all the time, I mean. I’m gonna have to...”

“I’m so sorry,” I say to her hopelessly, laying my neck alongside hers. She doesn’t protest, at least. “It’s not scary or anything,” I grumble over her shoulder, “But it sucks, and we don’t have a choice anymore.”

“W-well birth is pretty scary,” she says, stiffening against me. J-jeez, I don’t wanna give birth! Panicking at the thought, I pull away from her, as she stomps and says,

“I’m scared because they say giving birth hurts a lot and it’s just gonna happen to me now, and I can’t stop it!”

“I wish there was something we could do,” I whimper in frustration, cringing back from the smaller mare, “I couldn’t find anything in the library, except something called the morning after pill, and I don’t even know what pills work on ponies.”

“Oh, you mean like an abortion...” she says distantly, the fire fading in her eyes.

“If you can figure out how then...” I look at her beseechingly, “Then please do! I know it’s evil, and people don’t like it, but... it’d be so much better if we weren’t so helpless. I’d even...”

Uncertainly, I confess to her, “I might even a-actually have the foal anyway, if I just had a choice. It’s just so much harder to deal with, when you can’t stop!”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to cry,” she says shakily, and I’m not crying, am I?!

...okay maybe a little.

“We’ll just... do our best,” she says, pushing up close to me and hugging me with a foreleg, “And... and I don’t know how I’m supposed to comfort you. I’m the one f-freaking out here!”

“Well, you’re not alone at that, at least,” I tell her, my sorrow fading before a warm feeling inside at her presence and thoughtful compassion. “Maybe after this’s all over, you can show me your foal, and I’ll show you mine. Or however that works.”

“That... that’d be fine, I suppose,” she says faintly, as we come to stand separate again. “It’s just not something I ever thought I was gonna be able to do.”

“You and me both, sister,” I groan, hanging my head.

Once we’re well into the actual preparations to leave, I get a bit of an unusual visit around that time. I’m busy dropping sacks of salted meat into the back of a covered pickup truck, and it goes without saying that I have to rear up to put stuff inside the truck even with the hatch down. Because ponies are so small, it’s ridiculous how huge everything seems now.

“Meadowsweet, is it?” a little girl asks me, making me look down from the tailgate I’m reared up on. Standing beside me and the truck is a pink filly with purple hair and a smart blue jacket uniform, albeit no longer adorned with all those bulky medals.

“Oh! Uh...” I push off of the pickup truck, not knowing if I should duck down, or... try to do a bow with my forelegs? “Hello Major General uh... sir,” I tell her with my best terrible approximation of a bow to the cute little filly.

“Just call me General Carey,” she says with a tired smile, “I wanted to express my gratitude that you decided to help us out. We were really counting on you being on board.”

“It’s the least we could do,” I tell her, squirming on my hooves bashfully, “I know we were pardoned, but we still had a hand in what happened to everyone.”

“No, not everyone,” she says giving me a concerned look, “I meant you in particular. Meadowsweet, right?”

“Y-yes?” I say in confusion, “I mean yes I’m um, going? I know I’m just an earth pony, but I think I could help out with c-cooking or something.”

She giggles, saying, “I highly doubt it’s going to come to that. Anyway, I’m just passing on the message. You’re doing your country a great service!” The filly then gives me a cute little salute, and just heads off after that. I look after her thoughtfully for a moment as she wobbles away, wondering what that was all about.

Berefit of answers, and kind of worried what they might be, I just go back to loading up the truck with our share of dried meat, and busily getting pregnant with Peter’s babies in my womb. Well, maybe.

Over these past few days of deciding who’s to go and loading everything up, one of two things has happened. Either the semen Peter put in me impregnated me, or my body eliminated it since I’m already pregnant. Still not sure which is the case, at this point. It’s interesting though, how subtly different Peter’s semen is than Dusty’s, or Sue’s. There’s a different... feel to it, or song. I don’t know exactly what I’m feeling. It’s just a pleasant feeling of experiencing and learning about Peter, from what he left in my... inside.

Is it different because he’s a bat pony? Dusty and Sue are both earth ponies. I didn’t even think to notice before, too worried about my potential pregnancy to really pay attention to how Nick’s semen felt compared to Sue’s. I wish I could have sex with Nick just one more time, to see if he feels different in a different way, for being a unicorn.

But there’s no way Nick’s gonna even talk to me, after I blew up at him like that.

“Meadowsweet?” Nick asks as I startle in place, the paper wrapped package of meat I was hoofing thudding into the back of the truck as I do so.

“Nick?” I squeak, turning to look at him incredulously. The purple haired unicorn’s just standing right there before me, not even looking angry at all.

“Hey, sorry for blowing up at you the other day,” he says, glumly pawing at the ground with a forehoof. “I didn’t mean to upset you so badly.”

“It’s okay,” I assure him in confusion, turning my body to face his way too, “You’re really not mad? You’re... wait, are you going to try and convince me to stay?”

“Like I could convince you the last time?” he says, rolling his eyes, “I think you’re making a mistake, but I could be wrong. I guess one of us is gonna find out.”

“No, you are right,” I say with a sigh, “There is a lot of danger involved here. They could try to do something bad to us. They could be working for Twilight Sparkle. I shouldn’t be taking risks with a baby coming, I should just settle down and... give birth I guess, and let the real heroes take care of Twilight and let them go to Equestria.”

“Buut...?” Nick prompts cheekily.

With an earnestness that surprises even me, I reply, “But if they’re not evil, I still feel like I could help out somehow, even a little bit. Being pregnant isn’t so bad! I can still do things. I can take it easy once I start getting... near the birth and stuff. And I just... it makes sense if I would want to take some risks, to make the world safe for my children, right?”

“Still can’t believe you got pregnant,” he says, shaking his head. “It wasn’t fair to you, at all.”

“Hey, I have had it a lot better than other mares so far,” I tell him indignantly, “Maybe earth ponies are super good at giving birth, because it hasn’t been bad at all for me so far. I sure kind of started... liking the idea of giving birth. Maybe it won’t be as... painful as everyone says it is?.”

My friend gone unicorn stallion smiles a little at that, saying, “Yeah, you’ve been fantasizing about it a lot. I dunno how much you thought about birth as a guy, but no way you felt like you wanted to do it yourself. That vagina of yours definitely gives you some weird thoughts. Can’t believe I stayed a guy through all this. Sure dodged the bullet there.”

“I think we all got affected by this, even people who didn’t switch sexes,” I contest lightly, “I’m just glad I get to be who I am now.”

“Whaddya mean ‘get to be?’” Nick asks curiously.

Taking in a calming breath, with my yellow, furry, pony chest-belly place, I explain to my friend simply, “I don’t have any magic, or wings, or anything, but I dunno, I just feel better about myself.” I turn to look at the pretty green tail descending out over my butt, a tail I can curl and straighten sort of like a snake, or like a tongue made out of hair. That came out weird.

“I feel like I’m... kind of cool,” I say, flicking my tail behind me, before looking at Nick again, “In a totally not-cool way. Is it bad if I say I like myself?”

“I think it’s bad if you say you don’t,” Nick retorts wryly.

“Yeah, just...” shifting on my hooves, I gaze up at him, very aware of being this soft little yellow and green mare, standing before my friend who’s taller and much more male than I am, or probably ever was.

“Male or female, I wasn’t happy with who I was as Alex,” I confess before that purple haired unicorn with a sigh, “My life was... I know I should go back, and I shouldn’t be ungrateful, and there was just no one else to care for it, and at least you were there for me for some reason, but I was gonna die in that house. I just never had any chance to do anything else. I never had any opportunities, that I didn’t just fail at. I didn’t have anything in my future to look forward to.”

An irresistable smile grows on my face, as I tell him, “But now I’ve met so many friends, and I’ve found... I don’t know if I would call it love, but what I’ve shared with people since this happened to me, it has been so wonderful.”

Looking out over the endless plains on the way to the distant horizon, I say in awe, “And I’ve never been to Nebraska before, but here I am! Trotting about, a little pony in cow town! With bat ponies and pegasi flying all around, and unicorns casting magic right in front of me!” Turning back to look at Nick and blushing, I say, “It’s just kind of... cool, you know?”

Nick gives me a warmly calculating look, and then says, “Your name was Aaron.”

“What?” I reply, blinking in confusion.

“It wasn’t Alex. Before all this happened, your name was Aaron,” Nick says seriously, “Before it got changed to Meadowsweet.”

“...oh,” I say with a blush rushing to my face, looking away from him and scraping the ground with a hoof. “Aaron. Right. G-got it.”

“I know you say you’re a totally different person and all, ‘Meadowsweet,’” Nick says with a bemused smile, “But you don’t even pretend you knew. You just admit it and work with me, and honestly that’s what I always liked about you. You have this visionary sort of vision, but you’re so agreeable about it. I know we haven’t been... close close lately, but even after turning into a pony, and uh... being inside you, I feel like you’re still the friend I’ve always known.”

“Well, I sure wasn’t the friend you’ve always known when we were headed to Baltimore,” I grumble at the ground, trying not to die of blushing, “I didn’t even feel like myself back then. I mean,” I manage to look up at him, saying, “I felt like myself, but I just couldn’t stop wanting to get all... female and stuff. You’re right I never, ever wanted to be pregnant as a man!”

“And now that you’re pregnant, you’re starting feel like yourself again?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I say, “No, it’s just that I stopped trying not to be female. It’s easy to be me, if what I am is a girl pony. I mean... I’m not complaining about what we did back then. It was wonderful losing... control and just becoming someone who wanted your babies. It was just so weird, wanting to do things I never even imagined I would want to do, but I did and it was just... thrilling to feel it happen.”

“Yeah,” Nick says shortly, as we gaze at each other in some uncertainty, a grey unicorn stallion with purple hair, and the yellow furred, green haired mare that is me. “That sure was intense back then,” he says.

“...yeah,” I admit, glancing away fussily.

“S-so you’re gonna head out soon,” Nick remarks casually as my ear turns his way, “You wanna... I mean before you leave...?”

“God yes,” I reply, sagging in relief.

So, Nick does feel more... unicorny it turns out. I don’t know what it is about his spunk that reminds me of unicorns, the same way that Peter’s felt like battiness. Some female... genetic instinct thing, I guess. I don’t have time to ask Brian, because Nick kind of made up with me at the last minute, so the fur on my butt is still damp from cleaning myself off from him leaking out of me, when I climb up into one of the trailers transporting us across the country to a mysterious location unknown.

With what little equipment we have loaded into the trucks, mostly just ourselves and one truckful of food, we’re ready to go. It’s a hot day when we leave, the shade from the metal trailers doing little to combat that. And of course we’re not just smelling like sweat. I guess I’m lucky for Nick just sort of... cumming inside me right before we left, but unlike me, there are at least two mares here who are really fucking horny.

Besides me, Sue, Holly and Lucy, there are a bunch of ponies in this trailer. Six mares total, counting me. One of the mares is a lighter green bat pony with purple and pink hair, another a brown earth pony with bright blue hair. The remaining mare is an orange earth pony with darker orange hair and these bright blue eyes which dart around anxiously. Her and the blue/brown mare are the ones who smell... that sort of spicy longing that I’ve come to know as desire. The green bat pony mare seems okay, but she’s pressing closely against the side of the other stallion in the trailer: a brick red unicorn, whose hair isn’t colorful at all, it’d just be ordinary black hair if he didn’t also have a tail.

There aren’t just stallions and mares in this trailer, but a little trio of two fillies and a colt. Honestly we probably should have put all the foals into one trailer, but it didn’t occur to me it would be a problem, and I guess no one else realized it either.

Off to the side on the periphery of the eight adult ponies, there’s a purple, blue-haired pegasus filly, a tan earth pony colt with bright green hair, and a light blue unicorn filly, with darker blue hair and strikingly brown eyes. That’s eleven ponies total, in a trailer made for maybe two horses at best, so it’s a little crowded in here, but we are definitely little ponies, so there’s plenty of wiggle room.

Outside our trailer, the whole convoy rumbles along, with the humans in the motor vehicles doing the driving, driving down long, largely empty highways, with occasional cars here and there abandoned on the side of the road. I’d pay more attention to what we’re travelling past I suppose, but I’m too worried about what’s happening in this trailer.

Taking stock, I know for a fact that Sue’s been quite satisfied today thanks to Holly and Lucy, and by extension so have Holly and Lucy. I’ve been busy... saying farewell to Nick, so I’m taken care of. But as for the other half of the room... I suppose they could be a mated group, but I don’t know them, and it really doesn’t... smell like it.

One of the three remaining mares seems fine, looks bored, in fact, but the other two, like those mares that Bubblegum Comet was hanging out with, they seem tense, frustrated, horny and... receptive. And while Sue himself is tapped out, I don’t think the other stallion is.

“Stop poking me!” one of the mares I don’t know growls as we vaguely mingle together on the side of the trailer.

“Me? You stop poking me!” another replies.

“Nobody’s poking anyone,” a third hisses irritably, “No one has anything to poke with!”

“She was poking me with her wing!”

“No I wasn’t! I was just getting comfortable!”

“I have something to poke with,” says the stallion who’s not Sue, with a jovial ear tilt.

Silence.

“Yeah, bad joke,” he concludes, his other ear tilting as he blushes, sheepishly, but maybe not with all that much repentance in his deep blue eyes.

We’re all afraid to speak up about it, because how do you tell a complete stranger “Hey there, you’re smelling horny right now!”? I’m still not sure how to tell a complete stranger just about much of anything! Should we even be talking, if we’re complete strangers?

Tensions continue to mount, until the orange mare stomps, groaning, “Why do all the stallions have to smell so good? ”

“Oh gawd, here we go,” the young pegasus filly groans.

“No, we don’t go,” the mare tells the foal unhappily, a reddish-orange haired earth pony mare, with deep orange fur. So I guess she’s orange and... orange. She’s got an odd accent, sounds vaguely texan, but not quite. “I’m not supposed to do any of this, or feel any of this, not yet!” she says anxiously, “You foals don’t know how much it makes you feel like just... doing it!”

“None of us on this trip are real kids you know,” the purple, blue-haired pegasus filly says up to her with an unrepentant frown, “All the foals who were real kids are with their families, and they all stayed behind, or left a long time ago.”

“Your family’s not here?” I ask the pegasus filly with a worried look her way.

“Uh, no,” the filly replies with an uneasy pout, “Anyone who was a real child had their family with them at Bronycon. Any adult who became a foal was just there alone, without any family. That’s why we could come on this secret mission, but the three of us are... pretty much on our own.”

As the foals subtly cluster a bit closer together after that remark, there’s something terribly sad about their situation. I know they’re not really foals, but somehow it doesn’t seem to matter. What do you say to them though? How do you comfort someone who doesn’t want to be a child, without comforting them like a child? I guess normal adults just... go get a beer, or something?

Well the trailer rumbles and bumps along, and the orange mare clearly needs it bad. Her smell is only increasing, and her marehood is winking at every opportunity. We jostle together, and nobody knows what to say to anypony else. Presently, the orange mare’s just staring at the red furred stallion’s undeniable erection, panting quietly under her breath... like she can’t even try to hide that she wants it.

The stallion seems to notice, trying to look only at the bat pony mare as he changes his angle so the orange mare can’t see his erection anymore. The orange mare responds by turning away from him and just lifting her tail, just like that. He looks at her for a frozen moment, then surges into urgent action, mounting her right then and there and—

“Strider, don’t!” the bat pony mare squeals in alarm.

He climbs off the orange mare, looking at the bat pony nervously, saying, “I–I wasn’t going to...”

“W-well good,” she says, moving to stand between Strider, the red furred unicorn stallion, and this horny orange mare.

Time passes.

“I wonder what it’s like,” the orange mare says staring at what she can see of Strider’s flank. It’s kind of hard to block the view of his penis no matter what the angle. At a look from the other bat pony mare, the orange one blushes and stammers, “I-it makes me want it! I’m sorry! I never had even one chance and I just i-it makes me want to feel it.”

“Yeah, you and every other pony!” the bat pony mare says angrily, “He’s my boyfriend! What am I supposed to do, just rent him out to every lonely mare?”

“I’m sorry,” the orange mare whimpers, sinking to her haunches and looking down, “I–I just want it, just one time to feel it, just even only just one.”

“I know,” the bat pony mare says sadly, “I can smell it.”

I wish I could say the bat pony mare is disgusted with the orange one, rather than with this whole situation, but the look she’s giving the other mare is so conflicted, her ears down and even her lip trembling, watching the orange pony just sit there on her haunches, trying not to make it obvious that she’s crying.

“You know, you can share,” I speak up. I probably shouldn’t and my voice sounds more resentful than I want it to, but I say it anyway.

The purple and green bat pony mare gives me a frightened look and I tell her, “You’re perfectly good not sharing! It’s just I’m... I’m with Sue here.”

Pointing my nose over Sue’s way, I tell the other batpony, “And so is Lucy. And...” I look at Holly worriedly, but she looks at me more with thought than fear, so I admit, “A-and Holly here. Holly’s really glad she ...shared Sue with me and Lucy.”

“What’s your name?” Holly asks curiously of the other batpony mare.

“It’s uh, I–I mean... Candy,” she hesitantly stammers, “I’m with... I mean yes I’m with S-Strider.” She looks up at the dark haired stallion in fretful affection.

“I... I wish you’d share with me,” the orange mare says, standing again, looking at the batpony mare named Candy tearfully, “I’m not supposed to but I want it. I don’t even know what it feels like.”

“She doesn’t have to share,” I say to the orange mare, “I just wanted Candy to know there’s more mares than stallions, so if she’s okay with it, stallions can... share.”

The words ring to silence in this bumpity trailer. Then the orange one just turns and lifts her tail again. The red furred stallion mounts her.

“W-what do I do?” Candy asks anxiously, staring at the two of them, “I don’t want... you’re gonna impregnate her!”

“I–I could pull out!” Strider protests with guiltily low ears.

“You never did with...” Candy looks around at us nervously, “... me.”

“I feel him!” the orange mare declares in hungry distress, “He’s gonna... he’s gonna put it into me! He’s grabbing my waist! ”

“It feels good when the stallion does that, huh?” I ask the orange mare, then blushing, I back off, looking to Candy saying, “You tell her. He’s your boyfriend. Tell her what he did with you?”

“He...” Candy looks at me uncertainly.

“Tell her,” I point at the mounted mare.

“He just...” Candy says, facing the orange pony.

“Ohhh it’s—touching my place!” the mare replies in alarm, struggling to focus on Candy as she feels it underneath the shifting stallion. “Please, I want it so bad!”

The two mares gaze silently into each other’s eyes, then the one Strider is mounting murmurs, “It’s pushing...” and her irises shrink as she breathes deeper and deeper.

“Oh it’s... happening to you,” Candy says, lost in awe, as she reaches a hoof to touch the other mare’s cheek, “When it happened to me, I wanted it so much.”

“I need it in, ” the earth pony tells her lover’s girlfriend, baring her teeth as she growls, “I need it... more...!” then with a furious snort, the mare shoves her ass backwards. Her mouth drops open as she stares off panting, with her hips pushed firmly against the stallion mounting her.

“It goes really deep, huh?” Candy asks, with a nervous laugh, “You look... you’re really enjoying it.”

“It’s... deep, it just went in me so... A-am I gonna have a baby now?” the orange mare asks, reeling from the sensations.

“Do you want one?” Candy asks uncomfortably.

“No, but... ohh he’s sliding... nnnh!”

“Sliding’s the best part,” Lucy points out, “That and how you can feel where he’s gonna put that baby into you, when he pushes real deep.”

Strider’s gleaming shaft emerges as he says, “I–I’m not pulling out. Just like... just like you, Candy.”

“He put a baby in me too,” Candy explains to the flustered dick filled mare, “I didn’t want a baby a-and I still don’t, but I still made him put a baby in me.”

“I... I want him to put a baby in me,” the mare replies wide-eyed and simply, and it’s beautiful, because she’s anxiously meeting Candy’s eyes at first. Then as Strider fucks her, the mare’s breathing deepens, her eyes half lid, and she stops caring that Candy or anyone else is watching her, coming to focus only on being bred.

Candy’s still a mess, though. Her whole body screams of conflicted emotions, her face twisted in uncertainty, with dripping wetness between her thighs.

“Candy, um,” I say to the mare, “You need to... touch yourself.”

“N-no I—!” she squeaks, going red-faced, tearing her eyes away from the couple to look at me.

“We can smell it, remember?” I say, “Just... it’s okay if you want to touch yourself. I mean... look at them, right?”

I gesture to the mating couple.

Candy’s eyes dart from me to them, to the rest of us, as she says louder, “So I can just... just go and...”

She reaches warily between her legs with a foreleg. Her blush deepens momentarily as she touches herself, then looking at us in worried guilt, begins to stroke herself down there.

“It just helps you relax,” I assure her, “See, it’s okay. We all know you want it, so go ahead. Makes it less scary the more you do it, right?”

Candy’s breathing too deepens as she subtly rocks against her own foreleg, looking past us as she thinks of herself back there, saying, “Yeah, it...”

“Look at them,” I say, pointing over to the ones fucking.

Candy looks at them, and a soft, “Oh...” escapes her, her tail bobbing up even as she slides against herself, more and more slickly.

“It’s... it’s making me want it,” she says darkly, staring at the other two.

“Don’t worry I’m with Sue, and I’m never disappointed,” Lucy says enviably, “Strider’ll have plenty of time for you.”

“No,” Candy says lowly, “It’s making me want... him to do it to her.”

She continues silently watching their wet earnest thrusts, Candy’s legs are at that awkward, stiff angle of a mare whose butt’s in the air. “I want it...” she murmurs again, as it looks like Strider’s about to...

Strider pushes into the orange mare with an intense groan, as the mare gasps and squeaks, “He’s—bigger!!”

“He gets bigger every time,” Candy tells the mare, gazing at her with lidded eyes, “He’s gonna put a baby in you now.”

“I can feel where he’s gonna do it!” she declares, looking at Candy and the rest of us anxiously as she rocks there.

“Put a baby in her, Strider,” Candy says in aching lust, squirming her slick thighs around her forelimb, “Don’t pull out of her. Put... every drop into her. You’re gonna get pregnant now. He just shoved deep into me and I felt him cumming. Couldn’t stop it. Strider... make her p-pregnant! Hold her and do her and—!”

As Strider shoves deep, straining against her, the mare says anxiously, “Is he gonna...?!”

“Yesss,” Candy says, horny as all getout, looking into the frightened mare’s eyes with a hunger for what’s happening to her.

The mare looks back at Strider saying urgently, “Wait I don’t wanna AHH”

She snaps back to stare forward, with narrowed irises, which brings her eye to eye with Candy.

Riding her own foreleg, the batpony mare hungrily growls, “How does it feel? Hot, and gooey, and it keeps going into you.”

The mare bites her lip, shoving back against Strider’s rump as his penis pulses behind her, pumping his semen into her womb. “It’s moving—oh—it’s so—oh..”

“You’re pregnant,” Candy states lustfully, “You’re pregnant now.”

“Unh... unh it’s so hot... I wannit!” the orange mare declares, panting to Candy as she declares hungrily, “Imma mommy! Unhh wannit...”

As the two calm down with Strider’s semen solidly inside her, I want to... to lick Candy, even if I’m not supposed to. I don’t even care, I just do. Candy squeaks in surprise, her tail jerking right up as I bury my snout in her snatch.

“Woah, Meadowsweet, you...” I hear Lucy say beside me, but I’m too ashamed to stop. If I stop I’ll have to explain. She tastes so like every one of my wonderful female friends, as I clean her tangy juices off herself. This new mare is so needy, and soft, and hot under my tongue, and vulnerable.

“N-no please!” Candy pleads desperately, to Lucy I guess, “Let her... let her... she’s sticking it inside me I need it!”

Candy clenches around my tongue as I hold it within her, lipping at that pert little slot my tongue’s sliding into. And well... that sort of thing. Candy doesn’t hide her arousal, gasping more and more urgently rocking there against my snout, until her wings spread anxiously as she blurts out, “I—I’m gonna... oh god I’m gonna...!”

“Meadowsweet sure knows how to make a girl cum,” Sue says as my vision is full of furry green batpony butt, holding Candy in my forelegs to make it easier to pull her against my face. “Me and Lucy helped her with that.”

“D-do I look like this?” Holly asks furtively on Candy’s other side, “I-it’s okay you can fold your wings you’re just gonna c-climax.”

Candy folds her wings and I guess that catalyzes it in her. I can feel her whole body shiver, as her snatch shifts, and then starts powerfully pulsing around my tongue. Candy jerks away from me as it hits her, the sliding of my tongue out of her setting her nerves off like a symphony. The other green batpony falls over, squeaking and writhing and jerking on her side, and I can see the rest of the ponies in the trailer again, of course gathered around us. Focusing on her red and black stallion, I heave up the orgasming batpony in my forelegs, saying, “Don’t just stand there. Come hug her!” Strider hurriedly sinks to his belly beside us as Candy weakly grips her forelimbs around him when he cradles her, and takes on her weight from me.

“Thank...oh god... thank ynnh,” Candy says articulately, hind legs twitching rhythmically beside us.

“You too,” I say to the orange mare, who blushes and crouches down to push up against Candy’s other side. I... reluctantly pull myself free of the mare, standing and saying, “Is anyone else supposed to be with Candy?”

“No reason the rest of us can’t join in,” Lucy says, giving me a chiding look. Then she lays with the three of them as blushingly I return to cuddling the orgasming Candy. Then Holly, then Sue, then well... it feels good for ponies to lay together. Or on top of others, as the foals seem to prefer, the three looking with curiosity mostly at the impregnated orange pony. Laying here, I feel surrounded by love which I don’t deserve, but oh well.

...Strider must’ve pulled out of Blaze right away. His huge dick is still hanging there slowly deflating, in just the right place. What are the chances? I... I shouldn’t but... it’s not going to get any weirder than this. Shifting my right hind leg under it, I slide his limp dick up my knee to my pelvis, and just... press his silky softening head right up into my marehood.

“You... you probably shouldn’t do that,” Strider says softly.

Shifting, I squeeze his penis between my thighs, just to keep holding it against me. “I... I know,” I say. He doesn’t pull away. There’s absolutely no way he can penetrate me at this angle, but I just... it just feels... nice to have it there. I think he’s the only one who knows I’m doing this.

His semen’s still drooling from him of course, but I’m pregnant, so there’s no... especial danger with that. It’s just... nice to feel it dribbling up inside me instead of all over the floor. I... I just like stallions, okay? It feels... like him.

We all lay together with me and hopefully Strider enjoying in some fashion his penis pressed up against my muff, until Candy relaxes, and her breathing evens out. And of course her confidence goes right out the window.

Hunched in the center of us all, Candy says morosely, “I—I don’t know how to be a girl. I just saw the look on her face, and I wanted her to... to feel it.” Meeting the orange pony’s eyes, she concludes, “A real girl would have made you stop.”

“I’m a real girl,” Lucy says, rolling her eyes, “There’s a lot of different kinds of real girl.”

“Oh, s-so am I a... a good... girl?” Candy asks Lucy, with beseeching greenish wide-pupiled eyes.

“You seem fine to me,” Lucy says, “But does it matter? If your dude likes you...”

“W-well I just...” Candy trails off.

“I like you,” Strider assures her, and I’m pretty sure he means it, even if he’s okay with me...doing something naughty.

“Ponies are different,” I say, attracting Candy’s attention. “It’s just my um... theory,” I continue a little more shyly, “There’s a lot more mares than stallions. So we probably are acting like real girls. Just pony girls have instincts to share.”

“So it’s okay if I s-shared Strider?” the orange mare asks hopefully, “It’s okay I don’t mind if he does just one time. Just...”

“Hey, we’re gonna have to stay together from now on,” Strider says with a frown, “It’s my fault anyway. I shouldn’t have been following you. You just looked kinda lonely, and... s-sorry I took advantage of you.”

“You think he’s gonna abandon you?” Candy asks her incredulously, “He won’t... I won’t make him abandon you just outta jealousy. You’ll help with my baby, right? Maybe we can help each other?”

“Oh, yes!” the orange mare says earnestly, “I’ll help both our babies if you want, if I can just... I don’t have to be alone anymore.”

“Of course you don’t have to be alone anymore,” Candy replies to the mare falling silent, “Strider and I’ll take care of you. And if you need to do... that with him again. I—I won’t say no.”

The mare’s eyes flood with tears, and hugs the surprised Candy hard again, sobbing, “Thank you! Thank you! I love this! Thank you! I wanted it for so long. It felt so good! Oh thank you!” And... everything’s okay now. Somehow.

As we lay there, my tiny little affair doesn’t last much longer. Strider’s penis slowly deflates, and eventually parts from my vulva, leaving a trail of his jism as it shrinks back into his cherry red sheath.

The orange mare is still beside herself with giddy relief, rubbing her cheek into Strider’s chest, saying, “I’ll make your baby I’ll make your baby in my tummy I won’t stop until I make your whole baby, thank you...” while on her other side, Candy looks bemusedly on.

Then Candy’s face falls in horror.

“Oh—oh my god. Oh no,” Candy declares, jumping up from our group to flitter up into the air anxiously, hovering over us.

“What?” Strider asks, half getting up himself, “What’s wrong?”

“We just put a baby in her!” Candy declares shrilly, pointing a foreleg at the orange mare. “We just—you just fucked her, and I just told you to cum in her!”

“I know. I was there,” Strider says dryly, “I dunno what we’re gonna do, but we’ll have to do it togeth—”

“No, you don’t understand,” Candy cuts him off sharply, looking at the frightened mare in alarm, “This is so fucked up. We don’t even know her name!”

“...oh god,” Strider agrees in horror.

The orange mare looks between them in confusion saying, “It’s... okay. My name is just a pony name anyway.”

“You forgot your real name too?” I ask her in bewilderment, “I thought I was the only one!”

Blushing, the orange mare says, “N-no... I just... d-don’t wanna say my real one.”

“Oh, because it’s a guy’s name, right,” I say, in the distinctly mollified tone of someone who really should never open her mouth.

“R-right,” she says.

“I meant your pony name,” Candy says bemusedly, settling back down to the center of our little cuddle, “You don’t have to say your real name. I d-don’t want to say my old name either.”

Blinking, the orange mare says, “Okay. My pony name is Blaze. Because I’m fire colored. I-is that okay?”

“Blaze, yeah,” Candy says with a weak smile, “And I’m Candy.”

“Well my name was David,” says the unicorn stallion, “But I’m red and black, so... Strider. Get it?”

I don’t think Blaze gets it.

Author's Note

Road trip!!