Artemis and I have a bit of an unusual relationship. He’s not a “fan” fan of the show, but just someone who likes the episodes. And I’m a fan, fan, in the sense that I was involved in some of the big controversies on the Internet, and I knew enough to inform people which episode is the best, and which is the worst. But despite my enlightened status as a brony, as the days pass, I can’t seem to convince him that the shooting stars episode is bad. And he has some really uncomfortable arguments that I might be wrong in every way.

At least I’m doing much better in combat training.

Training as a pony sure is troublesome, because it’s too easy to motivate ponies. I don’t really understand it, because I don’t feel like I’m being too motivated. I just feel normal. I’m just so happy to be doing everything I can, to make her feel better about us, and then I end up face down on the bed, passed out all day. The instructor’s less enthusiastic at least, which tempers things a lot, but it adds a sense of unease. We don’t know how to train any more than she does. We start to get a sort of rhythm though, once she figures out we’re here to actually train our pony bodies.

And I’m really doing better! It seems like I run faster every day, without even getting too sore if I’m careful, and it’s not long before I’m practically prancing through the obstacle course. The sergeant actually asks me to show some of her men what us “civvy” ponies have learned from our time back at the barn. So I guess I must be doing pretty good indeed! And that’s where I meet... Daredevil.

“Okay, that’s it! Lift your front legs more, like this, see?” I try to instruct, bounding along with the military ponies who’re actually struggling to keep up with me. I don’t know when I started thinking of them as front legs, but here we are. We gallop in circles in a big open area where a building was originally supposed to be, then I show them about rearing up, and doing that reverse rearing up thing, where you stand on your front legs, and lift up your hind legs, and feel like kicking something behind you. Most of them get the hang of this stuff pretty quickly, and one earth pony in particular is really kicking tail, so to speak.

One pony is doing really well in my training class. She’s a blue earth pony mare, with purple and pink hair. She’s just so enthusiastic! The others are also rugged military types, but she’s enjoying it more, instead of just going through the motions? A lot of them I think are resentful that a civilian has to teach them how to walk.

“Hey,” the rough voiced mare says, confident on her hooves as she trots up to me after training. Her purple and pink tail arcs cheerfully out from her softly curving blue furred hindquarters, but don’t let them fool you. She’s one of the strong ones. I can’t even hold a candle to the force she can put into a horsey buck. It wasn’t very thick steel admittedly, but how many horses do you know who can dent steel?

Okay I don’t know any horses, so I don’t know what they could dent. But Daredevil can kick. I’m not the heaviest even among mares, but Daredevil only needs one arm to lift me up. And she loves to do it. When we get into wrestling, she’s always wanting me to be her partner, even when I can’t participate as much because I have to make sure the others are doing it right.

“Say, I never thanked you the other day,” the mare says deliberately, sitting on her haunches right next to me, holding up a forehoof. “Name’s Daredevil,” she says, freezing a moment, before adding, “Not really, but it’s a cool name, huh?”

“Pleased to meet you Daredevil,” I say happily, briefly hooking my foreleg in hers to roughly approximate a hand shake, “You probably know I’m Meadowsweet, but what did you want to thank me about?”

“Oh uh...” Daredevil looks down at the hoof I just held, a slight blush tinting her cheeks, “Just for showing us how to kick like horses and stuff.”

“It’s no problem. I’m not really even an instructor,” I admit to her a little shamefully, “I’m just one of those ‘civvies’ as they’re saying, and I was doing a little dance class back in Ainsworth, so I guess the Sergeant likes how I’m doing, enough to try and get me teaching you guys.” Noting Daredevil’s marehood, I add politely, “So to speak.”

“You can dance?” she asks, looking at me in mild curiosity.

“Just, you know, messing around,” I say, rubbing my head with a nervous laugh, “Nobody really knows how to dance, since we got four legs now, so I’ve just been improvising really.”

“Could you show me?” she asks. Then blushes and says, “I–I mean, uh... not that you have to and...”

“Sure, I could show you!” I tell her happily, standing up from where we’re sitting together on the ground here. “It’s not much to look at though. I’m just...” I make a show of rhythmically hopping from diagonal to diagonal, sticking my opposite legs out forward and back, sticking my tongue out and really rocking it.

“Haha, that’s the dance that purple pony was doing!” Daredevil declares with an amused laugh, causing me to blink in surprise as I settle to all fours, still again. “The one they were all backing away from?” she adds, eyeing me nervously.

“Yeah, but you saw the show?” I ask, skeptically.

“That episode at least. They had us watching the uh... footage,” she says, looking like she wants to hide behind a foreleg, “To prepare for any combat with a uh...”

“Oh, no that makes sense!” I declare emphatically, “Ponies don’t even move like real world horses, so you’d have to watch the show. But that’s not how I was really dancing. Check this out!”

I don’t think I’ve ever had an audience of one before. Zero or plenty. But Daredevil seems to like watching me just prancing around and shaking it to my own tune. I manage not to burst out into song, but there’s a lot of humming involved.

I finish up with that sort of S jump, where I twist along an S in the air as I descend to my forelegs, then my hindlegs. Panting and sweating, since I just did that training exercise with her group earlier, I don’t know why she’s just staring at me, open-mouthed. I’m not that awesome at dancing, am I? “So... any... any good?” I ask tentatively.

“That was amazing!” she says, starry-eyed, “You just made that up? You’re beauti— I mean,” she blushes again, “Your dancing’s really beautiful!”

“I–I’m uh... well I’m...” I reply, blushing too, because my dancing’s not beautiful, is it? Is dancing my special talent, or something? I look at my rump, but like everyone else, I’m still blank as a board. “Thanks,” I finally meekly settle on, wishing I had a real response to that.

I see a lot of Daredevil in my little sub-training class, but oddly enough I start seeing her hanging out with Dusty. It’s kind of weird, because I see Daredevil and Dusty talking together, then Daredevil just trots away once I approach. She’s perfectly friendly to me otherwise, but she never wants to be around me and Dusty at the same time. Dusty seems kind of evasive about it too, for some reason, but I do find out that he’s really impressed with how Daredevil was an actual military man, with admittedly human oriented military training. And Mira’s getting to be good friends with Daredevil; she says Daredevil really thinks I’m great at dancing, or something.

Dancing isn’t even the only thing I’m good at. I never knew how little of my potential I was exercising as a pony, until I really had a chance to start exercising it. After a few weeks of achiness, any soreness just transforms into a glorious satisfaction. I’m running harder than I could ever have imagined, jumping even higher, and landing lightly and surely.

I’m actually starting to wake up looking forward to my training sessions! Seargant Browning doesn’t hesitate to make it hard, but I can take what she’s dealing out! You can see it in her eyes: she even starts to trust us, that we’ll help her as much as she’s helping us. She’s not gonna admit we’re doing well, but the admiration she chews us out with just shines through.

Even when not training, I start feeling perkier, and more sure of myself. I just feel better moving around in general. More natural, less clumsy. I think we all are. Our drill instructor looks like she feels that way, at least. By the time she’s pushing us as hard as she did that first day, she’s running right there along with us, and boy does she gallop like a boss.

I wish I could say it’s an earth pony power, but honestly pegasi are still kicking ass in just about every aspect of physicality. When they’re not flying, they can outrun me. When they’re not running, they can lift as much as I ever could. I’m not the strongest of the earth ponies, but the strength between earth ponies and pegasi is still a pretty even match.

Not to say I’m not weak or anything. I’m pretty freakishly strong, especially once I’ve been training to lift and move more. It’s just the earth ponies like Daredevil are another order of magnitude in strength, like breaking stone with their hooves strength. Some of the pegasi can do that too, albeit with a flying start. But aside from those top performers, I can pull my weight pretty well, all 40 pounds of it, and don’t let anyone tell you I only weigh 37 because that scale was totally biased.

Unicorns don’t have nearly the um... “constitution” that the other tribes do, so they tire out super easy. But they’re strong, and sleek, and agile, in a way that makes other earth ponies look clumsy in comparison. In fact, if I had to say how athletic I was, I find myself having an easier time moving like a unicorn, with those fast, slick moves, instead of the ones where you power through the obstacles in your way. We earth ponies start sparring with the other tribes eventually, and I can usually get the first blow on any unicorn who isn’t allowed to use their horn, where other earth ponies don’t stand a chance.

Of course if they can use their horn, unicorns zap me with a paralytic thingy, then one hit and wham I’m on the floor. So I lose every time, while a tougher earth pony just sucks it up and hits back. I think I’m getting used to that trick though. One time I get hit by that “thingy,” and when they try to kick my wobbling form out of the sparring circle, I still somehow manage to... fall in the right direction?

I’m not sure how I do it, but I hook her foreleg as I fall, and then she’s on the ground outside the circle, looking up at me in astonishment, before I topple over like a fainting goat. I still envy the earth ponies like Daredevil who can just power through it the first time, but it seems like spells stop working so good on me after a while, even if they drop me easily at first.

I’m just doing super well in a lot of ways, that some of my friends really admire. Lucy thinks I can get better at that magic thingy, and as a unicorn she’s quite willing to help me try. Lucy’s been out with the hunting party though, to get enough meat to keep our whole base in top shape. But when she’s not taking down deer with a blast from her horn, she’s quite happy to practice with me, and sometimes all that close bodily contact turns to sex, which is great for both of us.

I’m not sure about Holly, she’s been doing flying things mostly, if any training at all. Bubblegum doesn’t like to spar with me since she can kick my ass being a pegasus, and I think she prefers grappling with me at night, with Dusty, in bed. Sue and Dusty aren’t really training all that hard; I think they got tired of it pretty quick, but they’re both supportive, and they say I look awesome while I’m doing it. Awesome as in “I’d hit that.” Something about the way my body moves when I’m training just really... catches their attention. I don’t know why it’s happening that way, but I’m sure not complaining!

One thing’s for sure. By the time the next four months pass, I’m aiming to be the healthiest, most physically fit mother to ever give birth to a my little pony.

Mira has not been doing quite as well as I have, having come over here. She’s helping out all over the place, and doing her own sort of training, but... she keeps sitting by herself a lot. And I know that’s not like Mira, before or after she turned into a pony. So I find her sitting on her own one day, over by the picnic tables, where ponies (especially pegasi) like to sweep off the snow and stand on them, sunning themselves in whatever sun comes through the the white clouds overhead. I say especially the pegasi, because they can kind of punch a hole in the white clouds overhead, to illuminate the table in sunlight, the cheating bastards.

My sister’s not even sunlit as she sits on the cold tabletop, her hooves hooked over the edge as she stares off into space. I approach her with concern, saying, “Mira, have you—” And then Mira yelps and startles, turning to stare at me in astonishment. What?

“Don’t scare me like that!” says my orange bat pony friend/sister, with a pink and blue tail she’s now switching back and forth, “I didn’t hear you coming up!”

“With those ears?” I ask skeptically, eyeing Mira’s broad, conical ears with the cute little tufts on the tips of them.

“You’re just kind of really quiet sometimes, Meadowsweet,” Mira says frankly, “You gotta make more noise or something.” Patting the table beside her with a wing, she asks, “Anyway, what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much,” I reply, hopping up on the table next to her. Plenty of room for us both. Mira lays her wing over me, and I sidle close to her, as we briefly nose at each other. She smells like herself, and lonely.

“You’ve been off by yourself a lot since coming here,” I offer sympathetically.

“No, I’m friends with some ponies here,” Mira weakly protests, “...mares at least.” Hmph....

Sighing, Mira wing hugs me closer, shuffling her limbs underneath her.

“I shouldn’t have come,” Mira says, as I meet her slit pupiled eyes with concern, “I never think things ahead; it’s stupid. I left Peter behind, and he totally said I could go, but... Nick didn’t come either. And Melissa came, but she’s been... spending time with a guy named Jon, who I don’t really know. I just don’t have...”

“You don’t have a stallion anymore!” I exclaim in shocked realization.

Never let it be said I was quick to the draw.

“Y-yeah,” Mira says with a kind of ragged smile. “It’s not so bad since I got pregnant, I’m not dying horny. I just wish I stayed back with Nick and Peter and... I’m pregnant, and it’s kind of terrifying to just sit there being like that, and there’s nobody who can help me out here besides myself.

“The thought has crossed my mind a few times,” I tell her out returning her snug with my foreleg, “You should have people who can help you, besides just me that is. But I guess people kind of are hanging out with their... stallion and all.”

With a chuckle, Mira says, “Makes sense, right? He’s the way that they get some sugar!”

“Yeah, I understand, it’s just weird,” I mutter, staring at the dirt between us, “I sure haven’t been spending a lot of time trying to introduce mares to mares, after all. Maybe we shouldn’t focus on stallions so much.”

My batpony sister giggles at that, saying, “Nice to know you’re on the case. But man yeah, I should just go up to Jon and introduce myself, but I’m afraid I might... I mean, I already have Peter. And Nick, sorta. So I can’t go just sleeping around or anything.”

“Well, Peter and Nick aren’t here, so I don’t see why you have to sit around not being with anyone,” I tell her grumpily, “We’re on an adventure! And it’s not like you’re... married or anything.”

“...so you think Jon should fuck my pussy?” Mira asks coyly.

Blushing, I say, “N-uh, m-maybe, but I wonder if I could...”

“If you could what?” she asks and dammit I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m going to mess this up, I just know it. “Fuck my pussy?”

Dammit!

“Dusty has... I–I mean you know Dusty, right?” I tell Mira, looking into her baby blue bat eyes.

“I think so,” she says, “He’s the um... he was doing gardening back at the farm, or something.”

“Well, he’s here,” I tell her frankly, “And he’s... I’ve kind of been looking for if any... body who’s... female and is interested in...”

Blinking a moment, Mira blurts out, “Ohh, you think me and him should...”

“It’s just that he only has um... Bubblegum Comet is with him now, but he’s too much for her all the time,” I relate to Mira, strategically omitting that I’ve been letting Dusty fuck me to give Bubblegum a break now and again. Not that I’m trying to hide it at this point, but how do you say something like that without sounding horrible? “Stallions... I mean pony males seem to do best with more than one mare,” I say, “Like Sue with me, Holly and Lucy, you know?”

“Just because there’s three times as many females doesn’t mean you have to have exactly three of them for every stallion!” Mira protests in frustrated offense.

“I know it doesn’t have to be exact!” I whine, “It’s just I have been...”

Looking for an excuse to be true to Sue again.

“Feeling like Dusty needs someone else,” I say tactfully, “And if you’re already pregnant, that’s even better.”

With a predatory smile, Mira says smugly to me, “You want Dusty to fuck my pussy, huh? Just stick it in my pregnant pussy and let fly.”

“W-well basically,” I blush, “Are you interested in... that?”

“It’s so weird that we can talk about this stuff now,” Mira answers in enigmatic wonder, “I could never even joke with you about it with you before, but then there you were with Nick. You just... got pregnant right in front of me.”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it—” I start to protest, but she reassures me,

“No, no it’s okay! I like being open with you about this. And it was my fault really. I just didn’t think you were into... sexy stuff, and then you just did it with Nick. It was so beautiful how he just mounted you like that. And I thought I couldn’t even... change into a pony. So you were my... at least I you could get pregnant i-if I couldn’t, right?”

“Oh,” I say faintly, “So that’s why you were...”

“Nick made up for it, post transformation,” Mira says with a silly grin.

I can’t suppress a smile at that saying, “Nick sure is a great guy.”

“Yeah, he... sure, I guess,” Mira says with an unsure tilt to her ear, “But I mean he did you, he did me. It’s like indirect fucking!”

I can’t blush enough at the thought of Nick pushing my own fluids into my sister’s pussy.

“So, therefore we can talk about it,” Mira insists huffily, “It was just kind of incredible to see you feeling that. And I kind of want you to see that happen to me, too.”

Recovering from blushing somwhat, I say, “Do you... really lose it, like I do? Like I was standing there and all I could think about was him and...”

“Yeah, I... I do,” Mira says softly, “When I feel him inside me, I just start... humping back against it. I’m um... quieter than you’d think. I–I can’t talk with you, all I can do is focus on getting pregnant.”

“And you’d be willing to do that, with Dusty?” I ask hopefully.

“If he’s willing, I’d love to show you that!” Mira says and uh oh. “You look incredible when it’s taking you, and I want you to be able to see it happening to me.”

Blushing and glancing away, I ask, “B-but if you were just with Dusty, not me, then...?”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, sis!” Mira says in a hurt tone, “You’d be getting me together with him in the first place! I’d want you to be there, at least.”

“O-of course I’ll be there!” I say facing her with an anxious grin.

“So you’ll talk to him about it?” Mira asks hopefully.

“Sure, I’ll... talk to him about it,” I say, and hopefully she can’t see my tail drooping in defeat back there.

“Okay, lemme know then,” Mira says, with a playful wiggle of her own tail and rump, “And enjoy the thought that your sister wants some of that too.”

I try to be embarassed about that and all I can do is smile, saying, “I love you Mira, vagina and all. You might not be my biological sister anymore, but we still grew up together, and I love how having sex became part of you.”

“Y-yeah, we were just kids heh,” Mira says bashfully, “And I started like... putting stuff into me, and wanting to have sex with boys, a-and I couldn’t talk about it since you wouldn’t understand since you had a penis.”

“Did I need to understand?” I ask in disappointment, “I understand now, but I think it’s cool that you get those urges, whether I understand or not. I mean... it’s you, Mira. It’s my sister looking at boys and having... urges and stuff. You’re not just a... a doll, you were becoming a woman, with a vagina that needs to be filled, and I really would have respected that sort of thing. I mean, when was your first time?”

“I-it was in high school,” she says cautiously.

“With... Andrew?” I guess.

Mira nods.

“Well, I didn’t know at the time,” I continue, “But now I know why you liked him, and... brought him over, and stuff. N-not just to have sex, but it was pretty clear you were enjoying... whatever you were doing together.”

“It was sex,” she says with her ears slightly going back, “It was hard to stop once I started letting him go into me. You know how it is. He was just so awesome, and I stopped getting a period, and...”

“But don’t you...” I ask in confusion, “I mean don’t human girls only stop getting their period when... oh.”

“Heh, yeah,” Mira says nervously, “Aaanyway so I wasn’t allowed to go out with him after that.”

“Oh, I thought you just stopped liking him,” I say seriously.

“Mom and dad never told you?” Mira asks curiously.

I shake my head.

“Man, I don’t get humans sometimes,” Mira sighs, swishing her tail in frustration.

“Well even if you got... I mean especially since you got pregnant, I’m glad Andrew... fucked your pussy,” I tell her with a little bit of a giggle at saying that last part, “Because maybe you’re out of control sometimes, but... I never did that with a girl because I was scared I’d... do that to a girl.”

“It’s scarier for a guy, I think,” Mira muses, “I did something stupid yeah, but I was the only one who was gonna pay for it. Andrew was gonna make me pay for it, and there was nothing he could do about it. I mean isn’t it disturbing to get urges to just... knock up some chick and make her give birth?”

“I’d say so, yeah,” I tell her faintly, “I don’t know how other guys do it, not responsibly at least. I would’ve... probably cum inside, if I had a girlfriend at age sixteen. I wanted to, at least. I-if I knew she would abort, I would have gladly made a mistake, because it feels so good, and it just hurt so much to have to go without that forever.”

Looking down glumly, I say, “You didn’t just take the easy route and play it safe, Mira. You jumped in head first, and almost... had a baby at sixteen just like uh... a-and it worked out in the end, and it really shows how passionate you are. Having sex, and... even having babies I guess is part of you, and you don’t have to deny it. I had to deny it.”

“It’s still bad that I am uhm... pregnant, with no way to abort this time,” Mira points out, “But yeah, it is part of me, and... part of you too now, I guess.”

“I never thought I’d want something inside me so badly until I turned into a girl,” I reply with a soft smile, “But now I know how you feel. So yes I will... get Dusty to fuck your pussy. And I’ll be there for you this time, to see you love it so much.”

“I’m just so glad you’re okay with me being like this,” Mira says eyeing me wistfully.

“I think it’s wonderful that you have those feelings,” I tell her warmly, “Even if they make mistakes happen, you’re a wonderful person for having them... and wanting that.”

Mira hugs me.

Well, Mira pony hugs me, pushing close and pressing her neck up against mine, in addition to her wing. Then her one foreleg hugs around my back, and I follow suit. She pulls back from the hug, nose-to-nose with a smile. Then she kisses me.

My eyes widen in surprise, and Mira keeps kissing me, eyes closed, pressing her lips to mine. It starts rushing through me, that my sister the golden furred bat pony is kissing me, and I quietly moan into it, my nethers awakening at the soft, steady press of her velvety lips on mine.

Mira pulls back from the kiss then, looking dazed herself, then says, “Pass that on to Dusty for me, and see if he’s okay with it, alright?”

“A-alright,” I say dumbly.

She spreads her leathery wings then and swoops up off into the sky, leaving me sitting on the picnic table looking up after Mira, wondering how I’m ever going to leave Dusty, with how much I wanna love her too.

The relationship between me and Mira has been... well obviously changing since she came with us to the military base. I had no idea she was open to that stuff, though I suppose every adult is. Seems like it’s given Mira a chance to really open up to me, and I’ve felt comfortable about opening up to her.

Only trouble is... we’re both complete perverts, I guess. I’m not trying to be a pervert, but then Mira tries to say that she’s a terrible person just because she has sexual desires, and I just can’t leave her feeling like that!

“It’s okay to want sex, and it’s okay to talk about wanting it,” I insist, “There’s nothing wrong with you just because you... like Dusty, and want to tell me about it.”

“I’m not saying it’s wrong,” Mira gripes in frustration as the two of us stand out back behind the cafeteria, “It’s just kind of slutty. Not even you talk about this stuff!”

“I do so!” I protest.

“Well—well tell me how you felt then,” Mira says, looking at me with anxious blue eyes, “When I made you just... get Peter’s babies. You looked so awesome and... and what do you even say about something like that?”

I pause in thought, and she’s right it’s really hard to put into words how I felt when Peter was impregnating me. But I can at least talk about it! “It doesn’t have to be anything complicated,” I tell her with a flutter of anxious frustration, “Like, just, um, Peter’s um... s-smaller than Sue.”

Blinking, Mira tilts a batty ear at me and says, “No he’s not?”

“No I mean, his...” Okay yes it is a little hard to talk about, but I force myself to say, “His penis is smaller.”

Mira snorts at that, trying to cover up a laugh under her wing, as I stick a forehoof out in her direction and immediately protest,

“No, no it’s fine! He still felt amazing. It just wasn’t really ramming against me in there. I—I get sore from that with Sue, sometimes.”

“It’s fine, Meadows,” Mira says still giggling softly, “I liked how he... I mean it’s okay for you to talk about it.”

Her ears are tilting down, so I reply earnestly, “Only because I want to show you it’s alright for you to talk about, Mira! I want you to be okay telling me how you feel. Go ahead and tell me how Peter made you feel, or what you want to do with a guy, and I can’t promise Dusty will, but it’s alright for you to want it! So please, go ahead and tell me if you want. I’m totally okay with it! I–I want that stuff too now, right?”

Mira only pauses a bit after my entreaty, before saying, “I want—”

She blushes at that, but then continues more confidently, saying “I want him to... I wanna sit on... a guy.”

I try to imagine that, prompting, “His penis?”

“Yeah,” Mira says, “Like he’s lying there and... I want to f-feel him sliding inside me, so I can... push him as deep as I want, if I’m on top of him. So I can grind him deep and... h-how big is Dusty?”

“He’s... long enough?” I say uncertainly, “He’s a bit of a stretch though, like wider than Sue.”

“I-I wanna stretch around him,” Mira says blushingly, “Just hug him with my wings, and with my... my fucking dripping snatch. I wanna hug tight to his belly when he starts cumming, and feel him all...”

She looks at me anxiously.

“...his penis sort of kicking in there?” I suggest.

Mira nods, “And those rushes of cum are just... fucking astronomical. When I fucked Nick, when I was... human, I didn’t even know. I just sat on him, and he was so adorable. I could push my boobs into his face, but I didn’t care because I really wanted to turn into a pony. When Nick came, I just... freaked out it was incredible. I just sat on him, and sat up and stared at my own freaking groin, feeling him just putting it into me. It was... incredible.”

“I dunno why ponies cum so much, but yeah, it is pretty wonderful,” I say with a silly smile, “Was it any different when he fucked you as a pony?”

Mira gives me a wary look, “You mean in the convention center?” she asks.

“W-well yeah, he said you wanted a heh... cock instead of walking,” I say with a nervous smile, “I uh, g-guess he didn’t tell you that he told me, huh?”

“No, it’s fine,” Mira says, glancing away, “It was freaking weird though. I’d just felt my wings growing. Like growing in, all jerk jerk, I couldn’t stop making them bigger. So my mind was already blown, and then I... get a really stupid idea, and Nick’s okay with it.”

“He just... stood you up and started doing you, huh?” I ask cautiously.

“Yeah, it was freaky,” Mira says, “I kept lifting a hoof and—it was a hoof. I could feel freaking hooves pushed into the ground. And you know how our vaginas are behind us now. Plus he grabbed my tail, and that felt weird. So Nick starts cumming inside, and I have to say it with my weird new voice, when I start shouting how he’s putting pony babies in me now and I can’t believe how much his dick stretches me, when I’m...”

“Ponies are a little smaller, d-down there, it seems,” I tell her sheepishly. “Sounds like a pretty incredible experience.”

“I’m just glad we separated when Nick got—uh—caught,” Mira says, “I didn’t say anything so they didn’t catch me. Just learned to walk right there, and walked myself the fuck out of there before they caught on I was with Nick. Then I just... hid out in that one lady’s house, worrying about Nick, getting pregnant with his baby, well probably not because it was just one time.”

“It only takes one time though,” I say cautiously. “And you’re definitely pregnant now.”

“Yeah, me and Peter made sure of that,” Mira says in amusement, “I’m gonna be making a cute little batpony foal in my belly.” She gets a little solemn at that though, saying, “Wish I hadn’t ditched him. Do you really think Dusty will let me join his uh, herd, if I have someone else’s foal?”

“I’d be shocked if he didn’t,” I tell her, “He’ll probably be overjoyed that he’s not gonna be a father again. Bubblegum is um... the pegasus he’s with is most certainly pregnant. I heh... kinda made sure of that. And I just think Daredevil might be joining you soon. She talks with him a lot, I mean. And it’s not a herd.”

“I dunno if it’ll work,” Mira admits uneasily, “That’s a lot of people to keep track of. Do I just... like watch them do it, until he does me too?”

“I don’t think you need to jump into it like that every time,” I say helpfully, “I think Dusty’s managing the hay today. So let’s go introduce you to just him. Just to talk and stuff.”

“Man, Meadowsweet, you are on top of this,” Mira says in admiration, “When did you become such a... people person?”

“Since people started caring about me,” I reply, “So, you want to come meet Dusty, then?”

Wait why is Mira giving me a concerned look now?

She doesn’t explain though. She just admits, “You don’t have to work miracles, just... I’m kind of a wimp for just asking for that stuff,” squirming shyly, “Even if it doesn’t get serious, I’d like to at least get to know some people, so we can maybe do... stuff.”

“Y-yeah, I still have to return the favor you gave me with... Peter,” I tell her coyly, earning a little blush at least, “And it won’t take miracles, I think. The others are just as nice as you are.”

“I’m sure it’ll work out great,” Mira replies too casually, “Meet him, be myself, not get tossed aside, and we’ll be best friends!”

“Wait what was that part about tossed aside—” I start to add, but she just loudly states,

“So, show me which one Dusty is already!”

“Let’s go see ‘im,” I tell her amiably, trotting off away from the cafeteria. For a second I’m worried she’s not going to follow. Turning and looking back, I see Mira trotting across the frozen well stomped ground after me, so I smile back at her and together, we head off on the hunt for Dusty.

It doesn’t take long. He’s over by the hay storage unit.

Mira and I approach the building we converted into a hay storage barn, and as luck would have it, and the fact that it’s between morning training and lunch, Dusty and Bubblegum are hanging out together. Mira balks on approaching, but I assure her that Bubblegum’s great, and that she can say anything she wants in front of her.

Judging by Bubblegum’s blushing, glowing complexion and her delighted tone as she talks with him, it’s pretty obvious what she and Dusty have been doing together. I don’t see Daredevil, but these two at least I think Mira’s gonna love. “Oh good, you’re here!” I declare, trotting up to them. They look at me curiously, as I gesture with my tail behind me, saying, “Dusty, Bubblegum, this’s my sister, Miranda!”

“Mira’s your sister?” Dusty asks in astonishment, as Mira stops to stand behind me with an awkward hoof wave. “The famous firestarter?”

“She’s not—” I blush indignantly, “Famous. She was the one who figured out that whole mouth fire thing though.”

“Figures she’d be your sister,” he says in amusement.

Rolling my eyes at him, I turn to Mira saying, “This’s Dusty, the famous farmer, and Bubblegum the famous uh...”

“Raincloud deliverer,” Bubblegum offers helpfully.

Mira snorts a laugh at that saying, “Wow, that’s useful if I start any fires.”

“So you’ve known Meadowsweet your whole life?” Dusty asks Mira thoughtfully.

“Literally, since I’m the youngest!” she says with a smile, “What do you wanna know about her?”

Uh...

“Oh, nothing much,” Dusty says looking my way fondly, “But she sure is adorable when she scrunches.”

...dammit!

“So how long have you two known Meadowsweet?” Mira asks, failing to hide her look of amusement my way as I furiously try not to scrunch.

“Since Ainsworth,” Dusty says confidently, “She was the one who got me and Bubblegum uh... together.”

“So... you’re the one who’s pregnant with Dusty’s foal, huh?” Mira asks Bubblegum with interest.

“W-we haven’t... I mean I haven’t noticed anything. Yet,” Bubblegum says looking anxiously up to meet Mira’s eyes, “Sorry it’s kind of something that’s—I used to be a... guy.”

“Woah, really?” Mira asks, wide-eyed, “So you’re as much of a noob as Meadowsweet when it comes to having babies!”

Bubblegum loses her blush, saying with a tilt of her head, “I guess you could put it that way?”

“Don’t worry, it’s my first pregnancy too,” Mira says, lifting a wing to look at her own still quite sleek belly, “I don’t think anything can prepare you for that, even those of us who were born as girls.”

“You were born a girl?!” Bubblegum asks excitedly, flapping her feathery wings to rush right up to Mira.

“Uh y-yeah?” Mira states in nervous confusion.

“I really have no idea how to be a girl,” Bubblegum frets there in the air before Mira, “Am I doing it right? I mean, I know it’s hard to say, but could you give me some... um... tips sometime?”

“Tips like what?” Mira asks. At Bubblegum’s shy confusion, Mira adds, “If you wanna know if you’re acting like a girl, yeah you’re acting like a girl. I think a guy’d be a better judge of that, really.”

Turning to Dusty, Mira asks hopefully, “Were you born a guy? Or are you new to guyhood, too?”

“Well, my name’s Dusty, which is a pony name, because I wasn’t. Born a guy,” Dusty says cautiously.

With a flap of her wings, Mira rushes up to hover before Dusty saying, “Holy crap, really? What’s it like? You’re a girl and you still put a baby in Bubblegum over there? Was it like having sex like normal, except the other way?”

“Uh y-yeah?” Dusty states uncertainly, “It was an... experience?”

“Dusty tries to explain how girls are supposed to act,” Bubblegum sighs, fluttering up to the two, “He’s just kind of distracted what with the whole being a guy thing.”

“Yeah, well being a girl around him is pretty distracting too, I imagine,” Mira says, with a sly look at Bubblegum.

“I’m just glad I didn’t screw this up this time,” I say, trotting up to the earth pony and the two fliers. “You know how I’m looking, Dusty, for any girls who are uh...”

“Interested?” Dusty says.

Mira squares her lips, but neither confirms nor denies.

“Mira is pregnant, so there’s no risk,” I say hopefully, “And she’s been kind of alone since coming here.”

“The past three months?” he asks, looking at my bat pony sister with sympathy.

“I just wanted to help with saving the world, a-and you know... y’know Peter, right?” Mira asks, giving Dusty a leery look.

“Yeah, one of the male bat ponies?” Dusty replies, tapping his chin, “I think I saw him once or twice. Did he come with?”

“No, he didn’t,” Mira replies in a tone of finality.

“Ohh,” Bubblegum cuts in, wide-eyed at Mira’s sobriety, “So you and him...”

“Yeah we were...” Mira glances aside, “I mean, I’m supposed to be with him, just he isn’t here now, and Meadowsweet was saying we’re on an adventure and...”

“You were the one who flew to catch up with us, weren’t you?” Dusty asks, giving my colorful sister a concerned look.

“Yeah, I really didn’t think that through,” she says with a sheepish titter, “But he got me good and pregnant before we left. So I might have a kid who’s...” She flaps her bat wings demonstratively. “Not yours.”

“No, no this is amazing!” Bubblegum says, coming right up to Mira again, still not landing, “Dusty’s been needing—we don’t really want to make anyone else pregnant, but you’re totally okay!”

“So... no problems if I’m carrying some other man’s child?” Mira says, as Bubblegum lays her forehoof over the other pony, landing beside Mira to lean against her affectionately.

“I dunno Peter, but I wish him nothing but the best,” Dusty says, standing before my sister, “Maybe real guys are supposed to be offended but I’m not. It’s wonderful if you have his baby inside you as far as I’m concerned. And I don’t care if you’re a mother to be. It feels the same, right?”

Mira blushes at that, and bless his heart, Dusty actually chuckles. “Well, I think you’re alright,” he says, “And Meadowsweet really has been looking for a good match, for uh, us. So if Bubblegum’s okay with it...?”

“I’m more than okay with it,” Bubblegum says in excitement and relief, with a little hop beside Mira. She blinks and adds, “Unless something goes hugely wrong.”

“So I can just... do your boyfriend?” Mira asks testily, wings slightly spreading as she gives Bubblegum a sideways glance.

“W-well I–I mean,” Bubblegum replies, blushing, “I’m not really a girl so—I mean it’s not a big deal really. If he’s okay with it.”

“It’s just weird,” Mira says faintly, making Bubblegum’s ears go down. “No not weird weird!” Mira protests, “Meadowsweet put a lot of thought in this and she would know if you’d be upset. I... don’t mind if you wanna let me in your uhm... group.”

“No it’s okay, I know I am weird,” Bubblegum says sheepishly, though her ears do perk up, “I’m really still just... a guy inside, and Dusty’s just another one of the guys, who,” Her tail droops a little, as she concludes nervously, “Ma-a-ay have put a baby in me.”

“Heck, maybe you can help each other,” Dusty says, looking between Mira, Bubblegum and me. “Maybe we could like, babysit each other’s kids so one would be taking care of three at a time. It could work!”

“Wait, three at a time?” I ask in sudden concern, “I’m not supposed to be in—”

“Well, you are,” Dusty says, giving me a flat look, “You’ve helped me and Bubblegum, and you might even be carrying my child, depending on when the pregnancy took.”

“Meadows, you dog!” Mira exclaims, staring at me, “You’ve been doing him too?”

“I... j-just on a temporary basis until he... until I find enough girlfriends for him, or something,” I mumble somewhat less than confidently, staring at the floor.

“And Sue, wow,” Mira says, sitting to her haunches, “Like, at the same time?”

Dusty looks the other way, while I face her and protest defensively, “Not usually! There’s—”

“Ohmygod, you did do it at the same time,” Mira crows in shock. “How the heck do you handle two stallions?”

“The same way you handled Nick and Peter?” I suggest, confused.

“Not at the same time!” Mira protests, “I couldn’t just—both of them, without going nuts? You are something else!”

“Earth pony... endurance?” I venture with a timid wince.

“For the record I’m totally okay with that,” Dusty says, then blinks and adds, “I mean duh, of course I am. But Meadowsweet had fun, I swear. And it means I can actually get with a guy that way, just indirectly. I-it’s nice.”

“Because Dusty used to be a girl,” I point out, “So he originally liked guys.”

Though now that I think on it, so did Sue. Are they both attracted to each other for being former girls?

“You don’t have to do it,” Bubblegum says, stepping up with concern to Mira, “I tried it once and it was just too much. So no pressure or anything.”

“Yeah, Dusty’s the one who needs you,” I tell Mira, “Sue’s doing just fine with me, Lucy and Holly.”

“Still, it’s pretty crazy how much you’ve been balancing relationships and stuff,” Mira says to me, idly tapping the earth with a forehoof. “I thought you were just gonna be a matchmaker for other people your entire life, until you turned into a pony.”

“Until I turned into a mare,” I make sure to add in my almost-as-sweet-as-Holly voice, “It’s easier to match myself that way.”

Mira gives me a look, like she’s not sure how to respond to that, even though I wasn’t saying anything weird, was I?

“So, you’ll give it a try?” Bubblegum asks Mira hopefully.

“Why do you want me to?” Mira asks the pegasus intently, “I mean, you have to give up your time with him, if you let me y’know do him!”

“It’s kind of really a lot,” Bubblegum explains, blushing nervously, “Dusty’s wonderful, but I... I just...”

“She passed out once, and I was—we have to be kinda careful,” Dusty cuts in beside Bubblegum, “You know how crazy it feels, right?”

“Yeah, but,” Mira says with a distant look at Dusty, “Crazy that I could just... you’d really just do that with me. Any time I wanted.”

“My stamina willing, I can’t complain about a chance to be with more mares,” Dusty says, puffing his front out proudly.

“Keep saying that after Meadowsweet finds a third mare for you,” Bubblegum chides him dryly.

“For us,” Dusty says, with a significant look at Mira and me. Standing before Mira, he says, “You can take it however fast or slow you want, of course.”

“You wanna hug?” Bubblegum asks, fluttering up to Mira alongside Dusty, “Because I can totally give you hugs.”

“Heh, that’s...” Mira says with a a laugh, that fades into a hopeful smile, “Actually, I could use a hug right now.”

Bubblegum Comet and Mira both sweep each other up into an enthusiastic hug on both parts, and Dusty grabs ‘em both out of the air and wraps his arms around the two. Then he grabs me and pulls me in, saying, “You too, Meadowsweet.”

I shouldn’t, but I join in, practically purring at their warm, softness.

Mira will be great for Dusty I’m sure, but besides her, people here are military personnel, so they’re very no-nonsense, disciplined, and confident in their masculinity. Which completely goes out the window when they turn into mares, so the female ones are pretty much half bonkers. Since there were almost no female personnel at this base, that means everyone who turned into a mare is half bonkers.

There are the geeks, for whom drowning in work and computers seems to be the go-to solution for denying that they are girls now. There are the white knight types, who seem to think that in denying their urges, they’re somehow protecting themselves, as a man would protect a woman. The best hope I have are the ones who are confused at being female, but still not wanting to be female. It seems like nobody here even wants to have sex as a girl.

But then I’ll go out at night and hear a high pitched whimper, as some lonely mare is trying not to cry as she feels more and more female, the more she stimulates herself and gives into her needs. And she hardly ever notices me, because I’m... quiet.

I guess everyone was right, back at Ainsworth. The one thing I’m best at, more than running or spatial whatsits, is sneaking around. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it seems to be something I am getting scarily good at. I find myself utterly dominating at capture the flag exercises, because nobody ever seems to notice me! Ever since I met Sue and Holly, I’ve been careful not to stand upwind of anypony, but... other people do that too, right? I just walk around the tree, and I guess I am totally silent walking through these leaves, but a pegasus could do that by flying over them. And yet they don’t.

The pegasi are generally all way up in the sky, trying to grab each other’s tags, and as for seeing me down here, at least my pegasus friend named Brian swears up and down that I wasn’t in the middle of an open clearing, even though I could look up and see her plainly looking my way. I’m not camoflaged, just hiding at the right times. Moving with a silent fluidity, that comes more easily every time I do it.

And then the flag’s just right there. I just walk up to it, and it seems obvious to me, but I must have been psychic to know the right approach that would stay out of the eyesight of everyone guarding it. That accounts for the range of vision that ponies have, with our huge eyes! There’s one time an orange bat pony mare with purple and green hair is staring right at the flag with slitted orange eyes, after having lost the past three points, and right away, I see a way I can crawl to it under the grass up to the side of the hay bale opposite from her where she can’t see me, then just stick my hoof up and... snag it.

She bursts into motion, diving over the flag stand, and overshooting me because I just scamper around in front of it. Her wings spread, we face off and I make sure to leap away the direction she’s not protecting. She almost gets my tag, but I just—you know—squeeze behind a bush, or a wall, keep things blocking her view of me. And she screams “Flag captured! Flag captured!” once she can’t keep sight of me, while her three defenders hurry up to her. “Find her, she just grabbed it!” she shouts, “It’s Meadowsweet!!”

I can scarcely hear her scream of frustration as I’m already halfway back to my own base. I feel really bad about that one, though. After the exercise, I come up to that particular pony, an orange bat pony mare with a purple and green mane and tail. I start to shyly say, “Sorry about upsetting—”

The mare yelps and jumps a foot up in the air, wings snapping out, spinning to look in my direction in shock.

“Sorry about upsetting you! With that last point!” I say loudly, planting my hooves wide to try and make myself visible as possible and stop doing the thing already. “You really did almost get me. I just barely managed to slip away.”

Blinking her orange eyes at me, the less-orange mare says incredulously, “We had four guys on the capture point, including a unicorn and we couldn’t spot you!”

“That m-makes it easier, actually,” I admit to her, lifting a hoof, “When there’s a lot of people, it’s easy for them to have blind spots. Blind pathways? Ways you’re not gonna look.”

“Having multiple people is the only thing that eliminates blind spots,” she contests.

“Well I mean yeah if you’re coordinating perfectly,” I reply wryly, “But you have to call out where to search then, and keep track of each other. That makes it harder to keep track of me. So if you see me again, just call out a warning, then forget about everyone else. It’s harder for me to find ways to slip away if you do that.”

“Why are you telling me this?” the mare asks in confusion, “Don’t you wanna win?”

“Why would I want to win?” I reply, confused, “These are exercises, to see what we can do. I wanna try to be all y’know, sneaky and stuff. But if you catch me, that’s great too, because then that’s something you can do.”

“Well—you—that—” she states, dumbfounded.

“Sorry, I never caught your name,” I tell her, as friendly as I can.

She looks down shyly at that, and doesn’t say anything. Oy.

“You don’t have to tell me—” I start as she cuts me off saying,

“No, no it’s fine. It’s just my name’s kinda... my name’s... Lance.”

“Used to be a guy, huh” I reply cautiously.

“Yeah, it’s just weird,” she says with a nervous laugh, “We’ll get changed back I guess, but getting called Lance, it reminds me I’m...” Her hind legs subtly shift, “...not a Lance.”

“Have you thought of changing your name?” I ask, “Just until you get changed back, I mean.”

“So what, like a girl’s name?” she asks uneasily.

“No, like a pony name,” I tell her, “Like Twilight Sparkle was named after twilight and sparkling. And my uh, pony name is about meadows and sweetness, and meadowsweet. So just pick a name that fits you.”

“Like what?” she asks uneasily, “I don’t wanna be called Sweetie Cupcake or something like that.”

“How about your colors?” I ask, “Like how my friend Holly is red and green. You’re uhm... orange and purple so... Tangerine something? That’s not purple though. Purple... pumpkin?”

“I don’t think there are purple pumpkins,” she says, ears distinctly unappreciative, “Only thing purple you see in the fall is eggplant, and corn.”

“Purple corn?” I ask skeptically. I’ve only ever seen yellow.

“You know, maize?” she prompts, “You see it in fall displays. Some of it’s purple, mostly it’s a whole bunch of colors.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“Like purple,” she replies, “Red and orange, and yellow, of course.”

“Well you’re purple and orange,” I reply thoughtfully, “Why not call yourself Maize?”

“That—” she starts to protest, then blinks at the thought, “Huh... that’s not cutesie or macho.” Looking at me, she asks, “How did you come up with it?”

“I... didn’t?” I say in confusion.

“Oh right, I came up with it,” she says, blushing and looking away, “Yeah, Maize is fine. I just... call myself that?”

“Just tell people to call you that while you’re a pony,” I reply amiably.

“Okay,” she says with a smile my way, “Maize, then? I... I guess it does sound kinda girly.”

“Is that such a big deal?” I ask.

“Well I used to be a guy, so it kinda is,” she says, frowning my way, “I guess you wouldn’t understand.”

“Why wouldn’t I understand?” I ask, lifting a hoof.

“Well... it’s different if you used to be a guy,” she says in a strained voice, “You don’t know what it’s like just changing into a girl one day.”

My ears go disgustedly flat. “...I used to be male,” I reply, “I know I don’t act like a—or feel like a male, not um...” Ever. “Anymore. But it really isn’t all that different. You just start liking guys instead of girls.”

“I mean not really, because we’re all ponies and stuff,” she says with a laugh, “I guess some people were having problems cause they moved us in separate living quarters from the guys. The sergeant said he’d have the heads of any of us who engaged in bestiality. As if any of us would ever really do that.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with it,” I protest.

“Maybe not for you,” she says with a challenging snort, “You’re one of those civvies, who doesn’t have to follow orders!”

She balks then, looking away and saying “Not that you’d ever actually do anything with... another pony.”

We meet each other’s eyes, hers a lighter orange than her fur. I don’t know any better way to put it. Losing her gaze, I glance down saying, “Maize, I’m... pregnant.”

Silence. I meet her eyes again, and the wide-eyed batpony says, “A-are you sure?”

“It’s pretty impossible for me not to be at this point,” I tell her with an uneasy smile, “So yeah I’m pregnant.”

“What’s it like?” she asks, so full of curiosity.

“Not all that different, actually,” I reply, looking briefly at my own ass, “I got a few headaches and cramps at first, but now I’m just... not as horny anymore. I dunno when I’ll start showing.”

She blushes, staring at the floor, and I worry I’ve said too much, until she asks, “So it doesn’t bother you if people uh... j-just start doing it like horses and...”

“My friend says we do it more like dogs, but yeah,” I reply, “I can’t exactly be bothered by something I did myself.”

“Well, you know, I mean,” she says with a blush, staring off as she recalls, “It was just crazy after we turned into ponies. I mean you’d have to be a real pervert to... n-not that you are I mean that’s just what they say, but what if one of us... soldiers had... sex, l-like a pony?”

She laughs nervously, still staring forward, saying, “Crazy, right? And the girl might not... know if she’s pregnant, and she wouldn’t have anyone she could talk to about it, so none of us would do anything like that, right?”

Giving the orange mare a pensive look, I ask her, “How long ago was it?”

Her tail droops, and her ears go down. “P-please don’t tell I’ll get in so much trouble,” she says quietly.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” I assure her, “Was it someone you knew?”

“No one you’d know,” she says, still not meeting my eyes, “I–I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just started wanting it and...”

“...he came inside?” I ask.

Blushing harder she says, “It’s hard to stay buddies we—we’re just buddies. But then I was a girl. Couldn’t stop thinking about how we could... do stuff together. I–I just...”

This will take a delicate approach. Unfortunately, she has me instead, so all I can think to do is say, “I... All I had to do was stand there, with my tail up. He just climbed up on me, I was... all gooey and dripping between my legs. It feels like it s-slides up really deep, huh?”

“W-what?” she asks, looking at me faintly.

Blushing horribly, I tell her, “I’m just telling you how I felt, because I–I felt the same way as you, so you don’t have to be scared to tell me. You... couldn’t stop it. He was hanging onto your butt and you just kept opening in there, that’s how it felt, right?”

“I—...yeah?” she squeaks anxiously, “I-it’s supposed to—”

“I like how he swells up in the end,” I tell her a little more confidently, just because I feel so bad that she feels so bad. How could I be afraid of my own problems, when she needs someone to make her feel better about hers? “Just... getting ready to cum in there.”

“That happened every time,” she says in a lost hope, “Then it just... jerks in there, and... and just cumming up... into me.”

“Male ponies make a lot, huh,” I say with a bit of a giggle, “Just starts... hitting you in there, every spurt, and then you feel like you’re filling up with his... semen.”

“I–I loved it!” she says in trembling distress, “It just started going into me, and I wanted it so bad! And I’m pregnant now! Am I gonna give birth???”

Before she panics, I say, “Take your foreleg—no I mean your wing. Wrap your wing around your own belly.”

With her fleshy wing wrapped around it, I tell the scared mare, “That’s where you’re making a foal right now. You might not be pregnant, but if you are, that’s... what’s happening in there. Girls naturally wanna do that, so just think about it. You’re a girl right now, making a baby in you. Let your instincts just... get used to that. It’s okay if you want it, even if you don’t want it. Your belly just... wants to do that right now. So just... let yourself be pregnant... for a bit.”

“I–I don’t know why,” she says, her trembling easing off slowly, “I never wanted any of these things before. And I just let him into me and I wanted it! That stupid girl parts just... made me like it!”

“I don’t want a foal,” I tell her in honest regret, “Because I don’t know how I’m going to take care of it, and I heard that giving birth hurts a lot. I don’t want to force a foal to have me as a parent. But my belly still wants to do that. Your belly still wants to let his penis in, and fill with his semen, and grow big, and–and even give birth. Because you’re a girl.”

“But I—” she protests, as I insistently tell her,

“It doesn’t matter if you were a guy. It’s fine if you want to turn back into a guy, but right now you’re a girl, a real girl. This is how you’re supposed to feel. There’s nothing wrong with you. And it’s okay.”

...

“I-it felt so good,” she whimpers, tears in her eyes.

Maize probably isn’t the only military mare who needs someone to talk to, but at least I help her feel better. We talk a little after that and I start thinking about maybe bringing up Dusty and asking if she wants to do that stuff. I know my pregnancy isn’t completely killing my sex drive at least.

The problem is, Dusty’s getting along so well with Bubblegum and Mira, if he gets together with Maize then I won’t be able to.... I shouldn’t be thinking about that though. I should introduce Maize to Dusty’s group, find they get along really well, then I should return to Sue, to whom I should... stay true.

For better or for worse, Daredevil throws a wrench into those plans.

Author's Note

Burn the heretic!